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mochatsin · 6 months

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WHEN MC GETS CATCALLED

Being a very extraordinary human, you’re bound to draw attention to yourself without meaning to. That includes the attention of unruly demons who can’t seem to take their eyes off you. One of them eventually crosses the line by calling you names and saying inappropriate things about you, but luckily one of the demon brother’s overheard and was there to help you.

Some scenarios have MC overhearing this or it happens behind their back. Even though the words aren’t explicitly said, please exercise caution if these things make you uncomfortable! Also has some violent themes with some of our favorite protective demons.

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Lucifer

Lucifer was on his way to meet you at this restaurant because he wanted to treat you to dinner as thanks for accompanying him with one of his errands that Diavolo has sent him on. With your help, it significantly lessened the headaches and workloads he has to deal with on a daily basis.

You’ve done a lot around the house, so it’s only fair that he would take you somewhere more high end right? You’ve already frequented some of the other restaurants with Beel, so Lucifer wants to take you to somewhere more high class. He wants you to feel special tonight, and mostly to lower the chances of his brothers barging in and ruining his dinner plans.

He was waiting by the table he reserved when he saw you walk in the entrance. Given the venue, Asmo decided to make sure you look your best to surprise Lucifer because he wants you to really capture everyone’s attention because you deserve to be the star of the night.

Well it did work because to Lucifer, you look absolutely stunning. He should’ve taken you out to these sorts of places more often if it meant he’ll see you like this. If only the constant house repairs and bills his younger brothers make him pay didn’t get in the way.

Though his admiration is cut off when he notices other demons looking at you with this predatory look in their eye, as if you were the main course walking into this restaurant. He’s holding onto anything to keep himself in line.

The last straw was when he heard the things some waiter said about you. To speak about you so lowly is insulting, there’s no way for Lucifer to sit still and act like he didn’t hear all that. The air feels so heavy to breathe in it feels like glass could shatter from the sheer pressure of it, and a deadly aura can be traced towards your reserved table.

“Do you wish to keep your tongue? Or would you prefer to keep speaking and see where this knife goes?” Lucifer’s gaze is cold and threatening while his grip on the butterknife tightens to the point he’s almost deforming the metal. Even though he’s only talking to the waiter, he’s clearly sending the whole restaurant a message.

You knew you needed to do some damage control and tried to get Lucifer out of there, coaxing him to calm down before it could get any worse. He decides to listen to you for now, because this whole night was meant to treat you and not stress you.

“It’s best if we get a change of scenery. There are too many pests in this restaurant, let me take you to a nice place. Somewhere more deserving of your presence.” Lucifer would not want to dine in a restaurant if their food is served by these kinds of waiters. He’d say it’s unprofessional customer service, but you can tell it’s very personal.

He takes you to somewhere fancier and possibly more expensive. Though he’s going a bit out of budget tonight, it’s to make up for those awful words that the waiter said about you. He hopes that you don’t shy away from dressing up so nicely, because he’d want to show to the world why the Avatar of Pride chose you. He’ll treat you like royalty if he has to.

It takes one awful review from Lucifer to have the establishment shut down under the order of the young prince. He doesn’t care what strings he has to pull if it means that your stay in Devildom would be much more comfortable. You should never feel unsafe like that again.

Mammon

Every other week Mammon would make a stop by the casino to try to score some extra grimm. As if his streaks of bad luck won’t be enough to keep him away here, and not even Lucifer’s punishments can put a cease on his bad gambling habits. It’s an itch in his brain that he’s gotta scratch after all! He’s optimistic each time he enters the casino in hopes he’ll score big.

There are a few occasions you would join him if your schedule allows it. Sometimes it’s to keep an eye in case Mammon goes too far with his bets as Lucifer instructed, because he doesn’t want him to come home with more debt than he left with. Though in all honesty, you’re there for the smile your first demon gets whenever he actually wins.

At some point Mammon believes that you’re his lucky charm when he notices how he’s been scoring more grimm than he expected whenever you’re around. If he finds that your schedule is free, then he’s definitely dragging you along.

He likes to rub the top of your head sometimes for some extra luck before making a bet. Though he prefers it more if you’re sitting next to him when he does so. He says it’s for luck, but he just wants an excuse to have you by his side.

The demons at the opposite side sees you and begins to make snarky comments accompanied with wolf whistle. The discomfort is evident in your eyes as you instinctively move closer to Mammon, and he’s definitely not having it right now.

Screw everything, if this asshole is picking a fight then that’s what Mammon will give him. If the demon wants to take hold of what’s his then Mammon will make it very clear to the entire table that you’re not up for grabs no matter how much grimm they’ll put on the table.

“Ya wanna make a bet how many teeth i could make ya cough out in a minute?” Mammon said, flashing a grin far too sinister. Being the second strongest and even the fastest, it doesn’t seem like a wise thing to gamble on so the demons shrunk in their seats.

You like to think that luck is finally on Mammon’s side today when he won the round. Though it’s definitely Mammon’s threatening aura around the table that impaired the everyone’s ability to make a wise decision when placing bets.

When he walks out with his earnings, his grip on your hand is tighter than usual while he checks his surroundings. He holds you like you’d get snatched away at any moment, and it doesn’t seem like he has any intention of letting you go until you both reach the house.

“You’re my treasure, but that doesn’t mean I like it when other demons check ya out like that.” Mammon is quite protective of his valuables. You and Goldie are on the top of the list. He’d play it off as acting this way as part of his role of Greed, but it’s clear he’s worried about you.

Whenever you text Mammon that you’re going to fetch him from the casino, he’s insistent that you either bring one of his brothers with you or wait outside because no way is he going to let other demons look at you like eye candy like that ever again.

Levi

Despite being a bit recluse and shy, Levi is not afraid of the prospect of cosplay when it means that he gets to express his love for his favorite series. He puts in a lot of work into sewing his costumes and making sure it looks perfect for the next upcoming convention.

He’s ecstatic when you agreed to cosplay with him this time, even matching with his favorite character. As soon as he got over the fluster he got from the idea, he’s quick in whipping up clothes for your size and you both spent a lot of time in his room trying to get your outfits right, or going outside to get some more materials.

The process was fun for Levi when he gets to do these sorts of things with you, and the payoff was worth it when you both finally got to see the end results. Levi is so confident, you two look like an absolute power couple… from the anime, yeah definitely. If Levi tried to say that again he might burst into flames.

You both go to the con and have an absolute blast taking photos together or with other people who are also fans of the series. Levi wants you to enjoy the thrill of cosplaying! But he eventually noticed midway that you’re starting to look uncomfortable. Maybe it’s the clothes? Wearing cosplay for so long can be tiring after all.

He stops when he hears a passerby making comments about you in the outfit, and it’s clear that it’s starting to make you uneasy but there’s no way that Levi is going to let someone ruin this event, not when you were clearly having fun together.

“Those aren’t compliments. They're just straight up offensive! A MOCKERY to fans who dedicate so much time and effort to the things they love!” Levi hisses because this person not only insulted the whole cosplay community, they insulted you of all people.

You helped Levi get out of his shell and come to his aid whenever things start getting overwhelming for him. Levi doesn't want you to feel that unease, he wants you to feel safe! What if you don’t want to do matching cosplays with him anymore? That’s unacceptable!

Luckily some other people got some security to drag the creep away since there’s already a record of making other cosplayers uncomfortable as well. Levi doesn’t dwell on that though, he grabs you and gently leads you away from the crowd of onlookers.

He tries to play it cool but if it weren't for the makeup and props on his face, you’d definitely see how red he looks right now. He mumbles something about how he must’ve sounded so stupid back there like what was he thinking…

“I-i know that some otaku like me can’t be like those heroes i dress up as but… y-you can rely on me too!” Levi managed to say through the stutter, though just saying things like these out loud makes him wish for the ground to swallow him up.

Levi would buy you something to cheer you up and forget about that experience, anything to bring a smile back on your face. Any merch of the series you like, maybe gamble on some cute gachapons, or just buy some desserts together. He wants you to feel better!

If other fans want to take pictures with you and you start feeling uncomfortable, Levi would do his best to drag you away or reject them for you. It’s taxing work and definitely doing numbers on his social battery, you’ll both be holed up in his room to recover after this whole ordeal.

He’ll have pictures of both of you in cosplay as his wallpaper at some point, maybe show off some of your best pictures to his brothers. He would ramble on for so long about how you look great in the picture and really embodied the character you were dressing as. If some demon can’t appreciate you back there in the con, then Levi will definitely worship you.

Satan

Instead of Libraries or Cafes like you both usually go to, Satan wants a nice change of pace this time and brings you to an orchestra. Through his connections, he was able to get both of you two tickets to the best seats in the house.

There’s no special occasion, he just wants to treat you to some of the finer things Devildom has to offer. Though he doesn’t really have the wallet like Lucifer does, he at least has the connections to make up for it so Satan can take you to galleries and things like these.

He was on his way to the venue where you were already waiting for him. But he stops when he hears some demon making revolting remarks about someone he saw at the entrance, only for Satan to realize that person was you when you were the only one by the doors.

You could practically feel the rage burning through him the moment you two meet, and it looks like he’s hardly containing his wrath. Though Satan promised you a nice night, it would be a shame to waste these expensive tickets by going feral right now so he decides to keep it to himself.

He keeps you close for the night, giving you the royalty treatment and whispering sweet nothings by your ear during the orchestra. If you ask him what brought up this sort of behavior (not that you’re against it), he’d just smile it off. He’d be honest about it, but not tonight. Satan wouldn’t want you to spend the rest of the play worrying.

“Something just brought down my mood, though it made me realize just how special you are to me. I’d do anything to keep you safe, and make you smile.” He whispers by your ear, wrapping an arm to bring you closer to him as you both listen to the orchestra.

His eyes narrow as soon as he spots the demon from earlier just a few seats across from you. His pupils dilate, like how a cats’ eyes would when it spots a prey to stalk.

From time to time his gaze would turn to your side, and if that bastard would ever even look at you for even a millisecond then he’s gripping on the armrest for his dear life because he swears he’s going to throw a punch or even worse.

But no, Satan can be patient and cunning. He waits until the demon excuses himself to the bathroom, and Satan promptly follows behind. The demon was simply washing his hands and by the time he looks up the mirror, Satan is already looming behind him with a smile that doesn’t seem to match the aura he’s giving off.

“Let’s be thankful that the orchestra seems to be quite loud for now. It’s a shame I’m going to miss it with my human, but it’ll be perfect to cover up any screams” Satan says with a sinister grin. If those eyes cannot see your true value, then those eyes are not worth keeping.

Satan comes back to you with a smile on his face, apologizing for taking a bit long in the bathroom before you both enjoy the rest of the show while holding hands. He’ll occasionally place a kiss on the back of your hand, enjoying each reaction he’ll get from you.

The demon’s seat remains empty for the entire night and the bathroom is closed for ‘maintenance’ when you check.

Asmo

What started as a usual hangout with Asmo quickly turned to a day in the mall. For the demon’s defense, it was the perfect opportunity after he tried to help wash your clothes and realized you’re wearing the same ones every week.

He will not stand for this when Devildom’s fashion line has so much to offer for you. You’ve been cycling through the same outfits recently, and Asmo wants you to have a new look!

Unlike his usual clothes shopping spree with you where he makes you try a heaping basket of outfits, Asmo wants you to choose whatever you want to wear this time and see what kind of clothes catches your eye.

Clothes tell a lot about a person, so he wants to see your aesthetic properly and know what you personally like. You try on the outfits you like and he’s loving the smile on your face each time. Of course Asmo would have suggestions, but not the kinds that would stray away from your aesthetic but rather improve it.

Asmo was waiting patiently for you in the dressing room when he heard some demons behind him, a few aisles back, talking about how absolutely delicious you looked. Even going as far as thinking of grabbing a bite and just hearing such words is making Asmo’s blood boil.

He’d stand for it if it were directed at him, but to his human? He will not let some lesser demons talk about you that way. If anything, those demons should be cowering for you because of how stunning you are!

“My love did not spend so much time trying out clothes that make them happy only for maggots like you to gawk at them that way.” Asmo glares, his eyes having that hypnotic enchanting glow in it. With the demons under his spell, Asmo has so much planned. A whole world of pain was waiting for them until he heard you from the dressing room calling out for him.

Asmo quickly utters a command to make the demons leave, he’ll just have to deal with them later. Maybe later he can ask Satan for a curse to force them to cry and make their tears burn like acid if those demons ever laid their eyes on you like that again.

He’d have his usual smile plastered on his face as soon as you walk out the dressing room with another outfit you chose, though he sounds much more enthusiastic last time. Asmo is showering you with praises, he’ll find a way to make a compliment that brings a smile to your lips no matter what you wear. There’s no innuendos or any poor attempt at flattery, he sounds genuine this time.

“This isn’t just some sweet talk! I love your smile whenever you wear something you like and feel good about it. You should wear these more often, and maybe after this we can find some accessories to match your style!”

Asmo doesn’t tell you about the things he heard from when you were still in the dressing room, he thinks there’s no need for you to waste time on such things. Though you’ve noticed how he seems to have two lesser demons following him around and carrying all his things for him. Satan just says that they did something to upset Asmo, now they’re practically his slaves until he feels better.

Beel

You often drop by before Beel’s Fangol practice to give him a snack, your own personal way of cheering him on and wishing him good luck. Beel loves your generosity, and eating food that came from you specifically seems to energize him more.

Sometimes he’d spot you watching over him by the bleachers, either by yourself or with Belphie napping on your lap. You’re like his personal cheerleader, and whenever you both lock eyes he can feel his heart making leaps in his chest when you wave at him.

He’s by the locker room changing out of his sweaty clothes when he overheard one of the demons talking about the exchange student watching over them. Beel could tell from their words that they seemed interested in you, which didn’t leave a good feeling in his gut.

Eventually their words became something much more twisted and vile, saying things that Beel would never associate you with. He’s had enough of sitting by and letting them just think they could talk about you like that and get away with it.

There’s a loud BANG! And the sound of metal crunching. The demons turned around to see that Beel, out of pure anger, slammed the locker door hard enough that it’s barely hanging on by the wedges. There’s even a large hand print if they looked close enough.

“If you keep talking that way… our next training sessions are going to be very rough.” There’s a growl as Beel spoke, his gaze making the demons feel so small before he left. He knows they’re supposed to be his teammates, but that doesn't mean anything to him after what they’ve said about you.

You walk up to him in a hurry as soon as you spot him after practice, asking him what was that loud noise you heard from the locker room. Beel blinks at you for a moment before smiling, “my teammate just slipped and hit against the locker. Don’t worry, no one is hurt yet.”

You tried to ask about the part where he said ‘yet’ but Beel’s roaring stomach made it cue, signaling that it’s time to grab a bite after training. Perhaps it’s best to drop it for now, there are more important matters such as making sure Beel gets something to eat before he throws a fit.

The next few practices, you noticed the aggressive behavior Beel is displaying during Fangol training. You know that it’s just a violent form of Football, but you’ve watched Beel purposely launch the ball onto his teammates faces and tackle them hard against the ground when he gets the chance.

Only Belphie knows the truth of why his twin is acting that way, but he tells you not to think about it too much. “Don’t worry, he’s just letting out some steam” He says, unfazed when he spots his twin hurling himself against his teammate and tackling him to the point he’s sure it could cause a concussion.

Belphie

Belphie may be Sloth incarnate, but there’s no denying that he’s smart when it comes to studies. You see him with high marks in class despite never catching him awake during the lectures. You’d see him sleep with his head next to a book and he wakes up like he knows everything in it’s contents.

You ask for his help with an upcoming report you have for your next class and even though he wanted to tease you about it, he can see that you’re a little nervous about it so he keeps that to himself and agrees to fill in the gaps of your knowledge.

Belphie originally wanted to just telepathically tell you what to say, that’s an easy way out right? But you told him that it’s cheating and you want to study hard. Belphie playfully rolls his eyes but he does it your way and answers your questions on the topic. He doesn’t overwhelm you with information, but he helps tutor you so that you can have a bit of faith in yourself when you present to the class.

He put in an effort to stay awake when it was your turn to present and he has this sleepy smile on his face whenever you two made eye contact. You put in a lot of effort in your report, and he feels happy for you when you finish without problems. He’ll congratulate you when he wakes up because he has no energy to listen for the rest of the lecture and sleeps on the desk.

Belphie woke up by the time class had ended and everyone was already preparing for break time. He peeks through his bangs to see that you probably already went ahead to the cafeteria and he was about to follow suit when he overheard a particular conversation between his classmates that were still in the room.

He thought they were talking about your report but it turns out that wasn’t the case. He hears all the disgusting things they were saying about you and it’s taking every bit of self control he has to stay calm, his fingers gripping onto the desk that there’s bound to be claw marks.

The demons hardly noticed Belphie and talked without a care in the world as they’re about to exit the classroom. Though their bodies started feeling heavy and they were getting sluggish, like reaching the exit is suddenly a taxing thing to do. Eventually their bodies drop, hardly having the energy to move no matter how much they try.

Belphie is standing above them, looking down on them as if he was staring at two piles of trash on the floor. “They spent so much effort on that report… I'm not going to let lowlifes like you tarnish all that.”

You were about to head back to the classroom with a snack you bought for Belphie as thanks for helping you, until you saw the demon just exit the room and close the door behind him. You tease him for oversleeping again before handing him the Devil Pudding cup you got for him.

Belphie accepts the treat, and he’d tease you about looking so nervous before your report but he’ll praise you afterwards. “You worked so hard after all. You could’ve taken the easy way out or something, but you didn’t. You should be proud of yourself too…”

When you two went back to the classrooms, you noticed some empty seats of what was previously occupied by your classmates. Someone told you that they started feeling ‘unwell’ and were sent to the clinic. No one really knows what happened to the demons.

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judysxnd · 4 months

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Cookie dough

Lando Norris x reader

summary: when you burnt dinner, you decided to make the only thing you knew how to cook: cookies

I absolutely don’t like what I wrote, so imma do what I do when I send a risky text, I’m publishing it and staying away from my phone 😭

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You were staying with Lando for a few days at his place before leaving for the new F1 season. Tonight he was playing games with his friends again, streaming a little to please his fans one last time. In the meantime, you were trying to make what could be your dinner, but it was not going well.

You’re not really a good cook, but you manage your way through. Usually. This time it didn’t seem like it. You couldn’t cook the meat right, it wasn’t enough, and when you thought it was good, it was overcooked. The rice is the only thing you didn’t mess up. But you couldn’t only eat rice! So you secretly ordered food while Lando was still playing.

But you decided to cook something for dessert, something that didn’t take long and that you knew you wouldn’t mess up: cookies. It was simple to make, and it doesn’t take long. You put some music in the background, from the playlist you made for Lando. You have similar taste in music, and every time Lando put his music you always liked it, so you made a playlist with his musics.

It helped when you were away from each other. When you missed him you put his playlist, making you feel like he was with you. He doesn’t know about it, you don’t think he does. It’s not like you were hiding it, but you usually listened to it when he wasn’t here, since when you’re together you mix both of your music.

You wanted to sing to the music, but Lando was streaming not far from you and no one needed to hear you. So you were doing some playback, moving your hips while you were making the cookies. You were so focused in the cookies and in the music that you didn’t hear Lando enter the kitchen.

“very much liking the view” he said, making you jump

“Oh, Lando! I didn’t hear you” you laughed “what are you doing here?” You asked him as he walked closer to you, leaving a kiss on your head before leaning against the counter next to you.

“Hm, I’m living here” he joked

“Haha hilarious” you rolled your eyes “you stopped streaming?”

“Yeah, I was getting too hungry and the smell of the food made me stop” you laughed

“Well you’re going to be disappointed” you admitted as you poured the flour in the bowl. He looked at you with a straight face.

“Why- what did you do?”

“I’m just not much of a cook”

“What did you burn this time?” He started to look for the food

“I didn’t burn anything!” You started to defend yourself “and you’re not better than me so you can’t say anything”

“I know I’m not better, but at least I know it and I stopped trying” he laughed

“You’re lucky my hands are busy otherwise I would have hit you”

“But where’s the food?” He opened the oven to see the meat completely black “if that isn’t burn I don’t know what it is” he closed the oven and went back to you

“I’m sorry I tried”

“It’s okay, I’ll order something”

“Don’t worry I already took care of it”

“You did?”

“Yeah, I ordered what we were supposed to eat” you laughed “I did hope you would still be playing so that I could pretend I cooked it, but, well, I can’t have everything”

“I would have noticed either way”

“Sure” you scoffed

“There’s a difference between food cooked at home and food from a restaurant, I would have known” he leaned on the counter again, stealing some dough from the bowl

“Hey! Keep your fingers out of the cookies!” He laughed, tasting it. “And no you wouldn’t know”

“At least the cookies are good, if you don’t burn them in the oven we can eat them” you pretended that you were going to hit him, making him step back a bit.

“You be careful with what you say pretty boy, because I know for a fact that you can’t tell the difference between the food I cook and the food from a restaurant”

“What? That’s not true”

“Yes, remember the lasagna we ate a month or two ago? That I made?”

“Back at your place?”

“Yes”

“Yeah, it was del- wait” you tilted your head “you didn’t cook it?”

“No, I burnt the sauce so I ordered them, I was too embarrassed to admit I messed up so I pretended I cooked them” he started to laugh

“I knew it tasted too good to be cooked by you” you couldn’t help but laugh too

“We’re not great cooks”

“No, we’re very bad cooks”

“The fire alarm always turns on when I cook breaded fish” you admitted

“What???” Lando was laughing even more “how is that even possible!” He said in a high pitched voice, still laughing

“I don’t know! So I stopped cooking those too”

“I can’t judge, it does the same for me”

“Okay can you pass me the chocolate chips please? In the bowl over there” you pointed, your hands full of cookie dough. Lando grabbed the bowl and poured the chocolate in the dough while you started to knead it.

“We’re making a good team” Lando said as he put the bowl in the sink

“You just put chocolate chips in a bowl” you laughed

“But I did it good” you rolled your eyes

“Whatever” you couldn’t help but laugh “can you change the music please?”

“Sure” he said as he grabbed your phone, changing the music. “Why is there my name on top of the list?”

“Hm?” You turned around “oh because it’s your playlist” he looked at you with puppy eyes

“You made a playlist for me?”

“Yeah!” You smiled “I love most of your music so I made a playlist with the songs we have in common”

“That’s so cute!” He walked behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist while kissing your neck. “I made one for you too” he whispered in your ear.

“Really?” You had a big smile on your face. “Yeah, let me show you!”

“No no wait” you said before he could move

“What?”

“It can wait a bit, I want you to stay here” he kissed your cheek and rested his head on your shoulder, arms locked tight around you while you were finished to make the cookie dough.

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silentglassbreak · 2 months

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Fragmented

Noah Sebastian x OFC

Last chapter is next my loves. I appreciate you all for being on this journey with me!

Warnings: SSSMMMUUUTTTTT. Kinky smut. @n@l 😉

+It goes without saying. This is a work of fiction. My words are mine. Plagiarism is a crime.

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Part 11 - The Death of Peace of Mind

I sat in the chair of the restaurant, my chest shaking with laughter at Jolly’s retelling of one of our first stage performances. This was before Matt joined us, and we were an absolute mess of a band. Our first album had just released, and Sumerian was throwing us into shows we were absolutely not ready for.

I had stood in front of the massive crowd at the festival, my throat sticking together in fear. Vince was already playing the opening rift to Exit Wounds, and I completely spaced the words.

I stood, still as a block of cement, staring out at the faces. After about three repeats of the opening to the song, Nick finally hollered into the microphone.

“Noah, get it together!”

Something about that snapped me out of my trance, and I began singing, still terrified.

It took half of the song for me to find a rhythm. And then, I went absolutely berserk.

I jumped around, head banged for my life, and sang the vocals. While I was thrashing on stage, screaming loudly into the mic, I somehow managed to get a little too close to my stand, swinging my face straight into the bracket that held the mic.

Cutting my face just above my left eyebrow, I was oblivious, still head banging, and spraying blood all over myself, Jolly, and some members of the crowd.

It was horrific. Vince had described the scene as ‘a bloodbath with a little metal thrown in’. I didn’t realize I was bleeding until I felt the hot liquid running into my eye. I wondered why the entire crowd was staring at me like I was insane.

“Oh my God! Did you stop the set?!” Laura asked.

Nick shook his head. “Fuck no, dude! He tied a bandana around his forehead and played the entire thing! It was the most hardcore thing we had ever seen!”

Mileena was staring at me from where she sat in the chair next to me, inspecting my face. “I don’t even see a scar!”

Chuckling, I rubbed my forehead. “I had to get ten stitches after. The guy at the ER was cool, managed to put them in my eyebrow so you couldn’t see the scar.”

She reached up, running the pad of her thumb over my eyebrow, and smirked. “Glad you survived.”

Her words were sarcastic, but she giggled after.

It had been three days since Mileena’s deposition, and since that time, we had been slowly getting back to a normal amount of communication.

I could tell she was hesitant, but I insisted that we needed to at least try and get along, for not only Addison’s sake, but ours as well.

Whether we wanted to admit it at any given time or not, we needed each other. And after what she said to Rachel at the law office? All of my anger toward her had faded, and I was, once again, finding myself seeking her out more and more.

She was soft with me, allowing me to call at least once a day, and would converse with me in texts. We were trying, but progress is slow.

We sat at the large table, big enough for Leena and I, Laura and Nick, Jolly, and Folio. Nick had asked us to join them for dinner, but wouldn’t tell us why.

We had ordered and eaten, now half of the group were enjoying drinks, with the exception of Leena, Laura, and myself. They continued listening to Jolly tell his stories, which was certainly his strength in conversation, when I felt a hand on my knee.

I looked down, noticing Leena’s hand casually placed on my leg, her eyes still looking across the table at the guys, enthralled in the tale he was telling. It was comfortable, a familiar form of affection.

I let my hand fall over the top of hers, squeezing gently, watching as her lips quirked subtly at the gesture.

“Okay, as much as I want to hear another embarrassing story of myself…” I said as I lifted my free hand in the air. “Nick, are you going to tell us why we’re all here?”

Stealing a glance across the table at Laura, his eyes sparkled, something excited.

“You ready?”

Laura was resting her chin on her hands, a warm smile on her face. “Whenever you are, babe.”

Nick reached down beside his chair, a black gift box appearing on the table, bright red paper ribbon wrapping the top.

“Should we let Mileena do the honors?” Nick raised an eyebrow at Laura, who just nodded in response.

Leena’s hand left my leg to reach for the box, smiling wide. “Me?” She held the flat box, running her fingers over the ribbon. “What is it?”

Laura bumped Leena’s elbow from where she sat next to her. “Open it and find out, dork.”

Carefully, Mileena pulled the ribbon with her fingertips, until the bow on top fell loose. She shimmied the top of the box off, all eyes curiously trying to see the contents.

Red paper covered whatever was inside, and Leena unfolded it, revealing some kind of fabric underneath.

Her hands covered her mouth, and she gasped sharp.

“Oh my God…”

I leaned over to see. “What is it?”

Inside the box, under the paper, was a red and black tie dyed shirt, that was obviously very, very small, with the words ‘Baby Omens’ written over the top.

No, it wasn’t a shirt. It was a onesie.

When my brain finally clicked together, my eyes snapped to Nick.

“Dude!”

“What?! Someone fucking show us!” Folio and Jolly were bouncing on either side of Nick.

“Leena, hold it up.” I pushed the box toward her. She carefully grabbed the fabric, eyes welled up with tears, and held it on display. I watched Jolly and Folio’s mouths fall open, eyes bulging.

“You’re having a baby?!” Folio hollered, and Jolly wrapped an arm around Nick’s shoulders.

“Hell yeah, dude! Congratulations!”

Mileena had set the onesie back down, noticing the piece of film paper in the bottom of the box.

She lifted it, eyes scanning the sonogram photos, and tears began spilling.

“Lo! I’m so fucking excited!” She squealed, wrapping her arms around her best friend, “You’re going to be a Mom! I’m so fucking proud!”

Laura squeezed Leena tight. All of the guys stood, wrapping up Nick in a huge group hug.

“Bro, you’re a Dad now! I’m not alone anymore!” I told him, hands on his shoulders.

He smiled at me, something like excitement and fear mixed on his face. “You better be ready to show me the ropes, dude.”

I laughed. “What fucking ropes?!”

This made everyone break out in wild laughter.

“How far along are you?” Folio asked as Laura sat back down in her chair, and we all followed.

“Fourteen weeks.” She said proudly.

“How long have you known?!” Leena sounded absolutely hysterical.

“Relax. Only a few weeks. It didn’t even occur to me that I was late until Nick mentioned something.”

He nodded to her statement. “Girl went like two months without a period. See, she thinks I don’t pay attention.” He held his hands up.

She scoffed. “You pay attention to my cycle, but not to where you left your favorite socks?”

“Ya got me there.” He smirked. Reaching a hand across the table, he held hers tight, giving her the most genuine, lovesick look I’ve ever seen.

For a second, just a passing breath, I was jealous.

But my love for them, and my genuine excitement at being an Uncle, and my brother finally being a Dad, overshadowed any ill feelings I had. This was great news, and a hell of a way to cheer us up out of the darkness we had all been swimming in.

We stayed at the table, talking and celebrating for a while longer, before finally making our way out of the restaurant.

I stood, the palm of my hand pressed to the small of Leena’s back, guiding us toward the side of the restaurant with the group.

“Leena, I know you didn’t drive here. Are you getting a ride with us?” Laura looked at her, but I caught her glancing up at me.

“Uh,” She chewed on her lip, deciding her next words, or waiting for me to.

“I can give her a ride.” I spoke solidly.

Nick raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to drive out of your way to take her home, when we’re already going there?”

Clearing my throat, I wrapped a hand around Leena’s hip, building some confidence.

“I’m going to take her home.”

Laura gave us a knowing look. “Home…as in…?”

Leena just giggled, and turned, her hand pulling my arm along with. “Goodnight everyone.”

The drive back to the house was filled with Leena gushing over Laura and Nick’s news.

“I can’t believe she didn’t tell me! I mean, I can. I know she had concerns before about fertility, but still! We live together! I didn’t notice!”

I laughed. “Maybe you were distracted?”

She shrugged back into the seat, looking out the window. “How self-centered is that? I’ve been so wrapped up in my own bullshit that I didn’t know my best friend was pregnant?”

Reaching a hand over the console, I brushed my fingers over her arm, grabbing her attention.

“It’s been a rough year, Mileena. It’s only fair that you had a lot on your mind.”

“I guess. I just feel bad.”

“You know now. You can be there for her every step of the way. She’s still early in. You’ve got plenty of fun ahead.”

She laughed at that, me joining her. “Oh, yeah. If she’s anything like me, she’s going to be pretty moody.”

I raised an eyebrow at her. “If she’s anything like you, Nick will be hiding at our place at least twice a week.”

She stared at me, mouth hanging open. “What?!” Her hand reached over to swat at me. “That’s why you were always ‘going to the studio’?!”

I couldn’t stop the bursting laughter coming out of me. “Babe, I have a studio in the house. How did you not know?!”

“You fucker!” She was cackling, but also pawing at me. I caught her wrist in my hand, reaching up and licking a long stripe along her forearm in retaliation.

“Ew!” She snapped her arm back, rubbing it on her jacket, cringing. “I hate being licked!”

Lowering my eyes at her for a second, I smirked. “That’s not true.”

She narrowed her eyes at me. “In-sufferable.”

After only about ten more minutes, we were pulling into my driveway beside Andrea’s car. I let us in the house, and we both stopped, amused at the scene in front of us. The living room was in a haphazard state of disarray, toys sprawled all over the floor, a few stray Cheez-its scattered on the coffee table. The TV was still playing the tail end of Harry Potter and The Sorcerer’s Stone, and Angel, like the true marvel he is, was laying starfish style across the entire couch, snoozing.

In the recliner, Andrea was leaned back, hair askew, and eyes closed with sleep. Addison was laid on top of her, face pressed against her stomach, already in pajamas and hair braided tightly on the back of her head.

I stole at glance at Leena, who was trying not to laugh at the scene.

She looked up at me. “You put Addie in bed and I’ll wake Andrea?”

I just nodded, slipping my shoes off and dropping my coat on the back of the couch. Leena walked over to Andrea, carefully peeling the baby off of her and handing her to me. She stirred for only a moment, eyes cracking open, before she dropped her head down on my shoulder, right back into her dreams.

I heard Leena rousing Andrea as I made my way up the stairs and into Addie’s room, Angel right behind. I laid her down on her toddler bed, tucking the blankets in around her, and cracking the door.

By the time I was headed back down, Leena was hugging Andrea goodbye.

“Sorry she was such a handful.”

Andrea waved her off, smiling. “It’s fine. She’s just so rambunctious these days.”

“Well, she’s almost two, so it’s getting harder to keep a handle on her.” Leena shook her head.

“Oh absolutely. Let me know what you all do for her birthday. I already got her a gift.”

I stepped up behind Leena, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Party will be here. We just haven’t settled on a day yet. It’s in two weeks, so we’ll let you know soon.”

Andrea nodded, smiling before she left, leaving Mileena to lock the deadbolt behind her.

She turned and looked at me, her eyes big and brown, tearing through my soul.

I had her, something in me told me I did, but I was still so unsure.

“So.” I sighed, putting my hands in my pockets.

She grinned. “So.”

Daring to press my boundaries, I took a step toward her, causing her to back up, back flat against the door. I kept myself impossibly close, without making actual physical contact with her body. Her eyes looked up at me, a serious look on her face.

“What now?” I asked.

“I really don’t know.”

My teeth pulled at my lip, waiting a beat before I finally decided on what to say.

“Would you hate me if I kissed you?”

Her eyes widened subtly, her face recognizing the memory I was drawing from.

Towering over her, and pressing forward to box her in against the door, I leaned my head down so my lips were level with her ear.

“Would you tell me to stop?”

Pulling back just enough to meet her eyes, I watched as her tongue grazed over her lip, stare locked on me.

Her eyes fluttered closed, and her lips parted just enough to invite me in. I leaned in close, and brushed our lips together so gently that it was barely considered contact.

I felt her fingers very slowly press into my chest, and wrap around the fabric of my shirt, tugging me in closer.

That was all it took.

Locking my hand around the back of her neck, I pulled her in, pressing her lips to mine hard, fingers tangling in the long hair at the base of her skull. Her mouth moved with mine, her tongue fighting past my lips, tasting my own with fervor.

A soft, sweet moan erupted from her throat, which threw me over the edge. My hands grabbed her waist, lifting her off the ground. This pulled a sharp squeak out of her before she wrapped her legs around my waist, replacing her mouth on mine.

Her body was locked in place against the door while my hands gripped her thighs, nails leaving marks where they dug in.

I let myself have this moment, body pressed against her, lips locked with hers, electricity zapping between us all at once. It was so satisfying it almost brought tears to my eyes.

It felt fresh. It felt honest. It felt like something was finally the way it was supposed to be. It didn’t feel desperate or sad. No pain. All love. All acceptance.

This was what was supposed to happen. This is where we picked it back up.

I used my hands to secure her to me before pulling away from the door, turning us, and walking us over to the couch. I sat down, her legs straddled over my lap as she kissed me, her lips trailing down to my jaw and neck. I let my head fall back as her tongue left soft kitten licks over my adam’s apple, a chill running up my spine.

Her fingers were already pulling my shirt up from where it was tucked into the waistband of my pants. Hands popping open the front of my slacks, she unzipped them easily, never letting her mouth disconnect from my skin.

“Noah?” Her voice was so small, muffled against my ear.

“Mileena?”

“I’ve got a lot to make up for, so I think you should get comfortable.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. I felt the air leave my lungs all at once, my hands falling to the sides of us, completely helpless.

Did I die? Was this heaven? If God is real, is this what everyone talks about? Nirvana, if you will.

She slipped off of me carefully, her long skirt sitting just below her belly button, showing off the black jeweled ring tucked into it. Her black, tight crop top hugged her perfect, round breasts. She had obviously opted to go braless this evening, as her nipples were pointed hard through the fabric of her shirt.

Punch-drunk on the sight, I just watched as she smiled devilishly at me, her hair falling partially over her one eye, and kneeled down in front of the couch.

Her hands trailed up my legs, tugging on my slacks so they slipped down my waist to my thighs, exposing my black boxers, bulging in the crotch.

Slowly, meticulously, she ran a hand up my leg and over my cock, massaging through the fabric. A hiss fell from my lips as I watched, mesmerized by her every move. After more than a few painfully long moments, she hooked her fingers into the hand of my underwear and pulled them down, releasing my cock.

Any sense of calm and collect she had prior to that moment was gone, as she sat up straight in an instant, and leaned forward to run a long stripe down the underside of my shaft. My legs twitched, and I couldn’t help but moan loudly. It was such an insanity-inducing feeling.

She let her tongue circle the head a few times, gathering all of the precome she could, before wrapping her lips around me and letting my cock slide all the way down the back of her throat, and gagging harshly as a result.

My hips bucked involuntarily, and my hand gripped the back of her head, fingers digging into her scalp.

“Holy fuck.” Was all I could manage as she pulled back, tears in her eyes, her eyeliner smudging just enough that she looked fucking edible.

I assumed she would need a moment, but she swallowed back down once again, gagging herself on my dick, gripping the base with her hand.

The sight was ungodly, and I was going to fucking lose it. I wouldn’t last long with her behaving this way. This was what men only dreamed about.

“God damn, girl. You must’ve really missed me, huh?” My fingers tightened in her hair, pulling it at the roots.

She could only manage a garbled ‘mhm’ with her mouth so fucking full.

She choked again, but continued on like an absolute warrior.

“Wow, what a good fucking girl. Choking on my cock like that?” Pressing her down harder, I felt her throat spasm around the head. “You’re so fucking starved for it, I can tell.”

She pulled against me, her head popping up sharp to catch her breath. I let go for a moment to allow it, tears now falling freely.

For a second, I almost thought it was too much, until she just licked her lips and went back at it, barely skipping a beat.

My head fell back on the cushion, eyes rolling to the back of my skull. It was too good, and I wouldn’t last.

“I’m going to come if you don’t slow down, Princess.”

Her eyes flashed up at me, a sweet, innocent look from under her lashes. I felt my entire body convulse.

“Jesus!” My pelvis jerked, pushing myself further down her throat, eliciting a wet gagging sound.

With a few thrusts, I was spilling down the back of her throat, my cock twitching in her mouth while she swallowed.

My hand fell back onto the couch, releasing my grip on her. She pulled off of me with a pop of her lips, smiling up at me, leaning her cheek on my thigh.

“Good?”

I was still attempting to catch my breath when I looked down at her.

“Something like that.” My words came between gasps of air.

She chuckled, standing, and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

She turned, moving to walk back toward the other side of the room, but I was too quick, lunging and pulling her to topple on top of me.

I connected our lips, eagerly tasting the salt and saliva on her tongue. My brain was racing, dying for a taste.

Disconnecting us for a second, I smiled at her. “Where you going?”

Tucking her hair behind her ear, she grinned. “To fix my face. I’m sure my makeup is all over.”

I pressed my lips to her cheek, humming against her skin. “You look stunning.”

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “Sure, I do.”

“You do.” I pulled her on top of me, and I fell back on the couch, laying flat. “Good enough to eat.”

My hands grabbed her hips, forcing her onto my chest. She steadied herself with a hand on the back of the couch.

“What are you doing?”

I pulled at her skirt, tugging at the waistband.

“Take it off.”

Carefully, and with an inquisitive look, she lifted herself enough to slide the long skirt off, leaving her navy blue panties beneath.

“Those too.”

She obeyed, sitting back down on me and staring, a primal hunger in her eyes.

Making my point as clear as I could, I pointed to myself and demanded. “Sit.”

Her eyes blew wide.

“Noah…”

“I’m not asking.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Bullshit.” I tugged at her hips, dragging her forward against her physical protests. “I’m not fucking asking.”

She shook her head. “I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but the depression has put more than a few pounds on me.”

I scoffed. “And?”

“And, I will fucking crush you!”

There wasn’t anything about what she said that made sense. Was she as thin as she once was, when we first met? No. Did I give even a half of a fuck? Not a chance.

I laughed, reaching up to nip my teeth at the inside of her knee.

“You will not crush me. Suffocate? Maybe. I’m good with it. Will gladly pass away between your thighs, Princess.”

“Noah! I can’t! I’m fat!”

My laughter stopped abruptly, and my hands stilled. I narrowed my eyes at her, reaching a hand up and gripping her hip hard. She griped at the force.

“Listen to me.” She tried to avert her eyes, but I reached up and caught her chin, forcing her to look back at me. “Don’t ever say that about yourself again. You are a fucking goddess, you understand me?”

She pouted, clearly not hearing what I was saying.

“Don’t believe me?”

She snorted. “You’re being dramatic.”

“Oh?” I quirked an eyebrow and released her, pulling my arms back behind my head. “Okay, Princess. Exactly what parts of you are fat?”

Covering her face with her hand, she groaned. “Everything! My waist. My hips. My thighs. My ass. I have stretch marks. My breasts aren’t as perky anymore. My neck is chubby. I’m a mess, Noah.”

She looked to be on the verge of tears, so I leveled with her.

“Alright, let’s take this one at a time.” I propped myself up on the couch pillow, massaging my hands into her legs.

“Your neck?” My hand trailed up, gripping the skin around her throat, and I smirked. “Perfect fucking size. Fits perfectly in my hand.”

A tinge of pink crept up to her cheeks. So far so good.

“Your breasts?” I let my hand fall onto her right breast over her shirt, my other hand gripping the opposing. “Perfect. Now not only a sight to behold, but also knowing you used them to feed my baby? To give her the nutrients and immunity she needed to be healthy? There’s something instinctive about that. I love them more now than I did before.”

She raised an eyebrow at me.

“Your ass…” I reached back behind her, gripping my fingers into the skin on either side, and she rocked back into them. “Fucking delicious. Would bite through it if you’d let me. After everything, it’s only gotten easier to grip, which is so fucking great. Would live here if I could.”

She smirked at me, leaning back against my hands. I could feel a familiar moisture beginning to pool against my chest.

“What else was there?” I perused, then smiled. “Oh right, your thighs and hips?”

My hands grabbed her thighs, pulling them apart, taking in the sight of her lips glistening. It was working.

“These are honestly my favorite part. They’re so fucking thick, strong. Wrapped around me? Fucking Christ.” I licked my lips. “Could die like that, baby, I swear it.”

“I get it Noah.” She giggled.

“No, no. Let me finish.” I finally ran my fingers gently over the skin of her abdomen, tracing the few stretch marks she typically hid. “These,” I smiled, this time a warm smile. “are the proof that you’ve endured the hardest task a woman can do. You gave me my baby girl. I thank whatever God is out there for every last one of these stretch marks.”

I could see her eyes getting misty.

“You, and your body, are perfect. Everything about it is amazing, and all I want to do is bury myself inside of it…if you’ll let me.”

Her mouth hung open, clearly disbelieving everything I had said.

“Now that we settled all of that,” I waved my hand between us, and grabbed her hips again. “would you please sit on my face?!”

A hard, strained laugh fell out of her, but this was truly no laughing matter. I needed her.

So instead of asking, I pulled her, using the strength of my arms to bring her to me, her pussy centimeters from my face.

“Fucking finally.” I groaned before diving in, and latching to her core. My mouth was lapping at her, making her squirm and wiggle.

I felt her knees trying to pull away, trying to get further off of me. She was hovering, trying not to put weight on me, so I grabbed her thighs, and pulled her down, pressing her against my face.

My eyes shot up, giving her a warning glare, before I went back to my work.

I licked her clit softly, teasing her. The sounds coming out of her were unholy, making me work harder to draw them out.

Her arm was gripping the back of the couch, and I could see her stomach muscles tightening. I hummed into her, my lips finding her favorite spot and attaching mercilessly.

“Oh my God, Noah.” Her head fell back, and her body began writhing, riding my face, making me smile.

I felt her let go, her pussy bucking into me, my voice making soft vibrations while I tormented her.

“I’m going to come if you keep doing that.” She warned.

Naturally, I’m not one to heed a warning, and continued my ministrations on her sweet spot, making sharp screams burst out of her.

“Oh God, Noah. Fuck, don’t stop. I’m going to come. Oh my God.”

My eyes were closed, focused. I felt my dick twitching between my legs, already back at full attention.

Her orgasm ripped out of her in the form of a guttural scream, riding herself through it in my lips, and I took my time lapping up every last drop.

Eventually, unable to hold herself up any longer, she fell backwards on the couch, her chest heaving hard.

I sat up, pulling her back to me, and lined myself up to her with precision, surprising her as I pressed in all the way to the hilt.

Her eyes popped open, mouth falling open.

I sighed, so fucking stimulated, so fucking alive.

My hips thrust hard into her as I bent down to kiss her lips.

She was feral, a wild animal, grabbing my hair and pulling my face to hers, tongue licking my lips in a sloppy fashion, tasting herself on my skin.

There wasn’t much rhythm to my movements, desperate to feel every inch of her around me.

“Leena,” I breathed, catching her eyes. “you’re so fucking beautiful.”

She couldn’t respond, so fucked out and spent already.

“I can’t believe I ever let you leave me.” I snapped my hips harder, the sound of skin on skin filling the walls of the house around us.

“Can’t believe I ever let anyone else touch you.” My rage was pouring out through my words. “No one gets to touch you.”

She still didn’t respond, just gripping my shirt with her fingers, nails attempting to rip at the skin underneath.

I stopped, pulling her up and grabbing her hips, flipping her onto her stomach.

“Ass up, Princess.”

She eagerly followed command, getting up on all fours.

I pressed back in, leaning down onto her back so I could speak directly in her ear.

“You’re mine, you understand?”

She didn’t acknowledge me, so I wrapped a hand around her throat, pulling her up so her back was nearly flat against mine.

“Understand?”

She nodded frantically, and I let go. “God, Noah, it’s so fucking good.”

Her head was hanging between her shoulders, body nearly limp.

“Yeah? How good?” I let a hand fall hard on her ass, causing a loud slapping sound.

She screamed in surprise. “Fuck! So fucking good!”

Another slap.

“You miss me, baby?”

“Yes.”

Slap.

“Yes! Yes I missed you!”

“What did you miss, Princess?”

“This.”

Slap.

“Your cock.” Slap. “Fuck, Noah! I’m fucking close.”

“Oh? Going to come again?” Slap. “You fucking love being punished, don’t you?”

No response.

Slap.

“Yes, Noah! Fucking love it.”

“Good, good girl, Leena.”

Do I dare? We never got a chance to. But she was so fucking hot, so fucking relaxed. She only ever let me spank her and talk to her this way when she was at her most comfortable.

Deciding to try, I let my hand fall on her cheek one more time, but then let my fingers massage into the hot, red skin. With each swipe of my hand, I got closer to her hole, eventually letting my thumb swipe over it gently.

Her head snapped up in shock, her head looking back at me.

“Think you want to be a really good girl tonight, Princess?”

I slowed my thrusts, letting her think on this. My finger was pressed firmly to her now, massaging with light pressure.

“I haven’t, ever…”

Her voice was nervous, so I pulled my hand back, running it gently over her back.

“Hey,” She glanced back at me. “we definitely don’t have to. If it’s too much, just tell me.”

She bit her lip, and her hips pressed back into me, lifting her backside to where my hand was.

Oh, today is the best day ever.

Gently, and so carefully, after making sure my fingers were fully saturated with spit, I ran a hand over her ass, slipping my index finger inside, past an impossibly tight ring of muscle, and she gasped.

Not daring to move, I just let her adjust to the intrusion, and waited until I felt her begin to move again.

This went on for so long. Just adding slow and steady pressure, eventually slipping another finger in, while simultaneously thrusting into her.

“Oh God.” She moaned.

I stopped still. “Okay? Do I need to stop?”

She just shook her head. “It’s good.” Her eyes were squeezed shut, teeth grit together. “Real fucking good.”

I smiled, and pulled my fingers out of her. She whined, but I bent down again, my lips brushing at the crest of her ear. “Think I can try?”

She didn’t look at me or speak, only nodded in response.

Leaning back, I pulled out and nudged her gently. Like I had dreamt it, she pressed back into me, while I applied pressure, letting the head slip in, stars nearly exploding behind my eyes.

A hiss came out of her throat, so I stayed still, waiting. After a moment, she took a hard breath and nodded. “Go ahead.”

I pressed in further, trying to wrap my head around how fucking tight she was. Where her pussy was warm, soft, tight, and welcoming, this was…different. It was raw, rigid, animalistic, and fucking beautiful. Something inside of me nearly died when I felt the friction when I started to thrust.

The sounds coming from her were absolutely unbelievable. Nothing like it could ever compare.

“Fuck, Noah, oh my God.”

I picked up the pace, an instinct telling me we couldn’t stay like this too long. I was so fucking close.

“Touch yourself, Mileena.”

She didn’t even question, her hand reaching down to circle her clit, her body relaxing as she did.

It wasn’t but a fraction of a minute before I was nearly screaming, begging her to come. My release came as a free fall - no air, no gravity, just white hot fucking fire raging.

Her body began to spasm around me, pulling every last ounce of my orgasm out, before we both collapsed.

I pulled out of her gently, her body jerking at the sensation.

I laid next to her on the couch, staring into her eyes. Looking for any sign of discomfort or uneasiness.

All I saw was her love, her adoration. Every last fiber of her being pulsating.

I leaned over to her, my lips breathing her in before I lazily kissed her. She molded into me, tangling us together in a web of heat and sweat.

When we finally let ourselves breathe again, she nuzzled her nose against my neck.

“That was incredible.” Her voice was soft.

“There aren’t words.”

She chuckled. “So what does this mean?”

Shrugging, I tucked her in close to me. “I don’t even care anymore.”

“No?”

“Nah. It doesn’t need to be that deep.”

She stood up, then, and I stared at her, fearful I had said the wrong thing.

Seeing my concern, she smiled. “I’ve got to clean up.”

Smirking, I sat up. “Shower?”

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Bf!Jack Things

Masterlist ☽ ☾

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SFW

Calls you stink

“Jack, you know that’s not an endearing word, right?”

“Well, it’s endearing to me.”

Buys you matching sunglasses

Criticizing him for buying shades instead of prescriptions

“You literally cannot see, but you want to buy regular designer shades.”

“You gonna leave me and my bad eyes alone.”

Taking care of his hair

“I can’t believe you used Cantu”

“I didn’t know any better”

“Yeah well now you know, shame on you.”

Stealing his shirts/hoodies cause he’s huge

“Babe, have you seen my Kentucky sweatshirt?”

//is wearing it// “I have no clue where it is.”

Keeps a list on his notes app with all your orders from your favorite places to eat and drinks

Takes off your makeup when you're too tired to do it

Religiously FaceTimes you after every concert

“Babe, the crowd went crazy, I think that was the best show yet!”

After every show you didn’t go to he would make sure to smother you in love

Lays on your chest telling you about how good or bad the show

Rents out restaurants for the two of you to eat at in peace

Pays for your manicures & pedicures (if you’re into that)

“Let me see your nails..” “Oo~ these look good on you ma. I saw this design on Pinterest, you should totally get it” //whips out phone//

If he comes in from a rough day, he’d crawl up your body and go under your shirt and lay his head on your boobs

Is your personal weighted blanket

Has nightmares when he sleeps on his back, so he likes to lay on you

Definitely loves being the little spoon, in secret though

Sometimes has insecure moments

For example, if you’re watching or listening to someone who fits your type, he feels a little bit insecure about what you see in him

But he’ll take that with a grain of salt as soon as you confess your undying love for him, then he gets cocky

“Motherfuckers ain’t got nothing on me, couldn't even bag the best girl”

Is fiercely loyal to those he loves

Would go above and beyond to shower you with love and take care of you

Would buy you things just cus

“Jack, you don’t have to spoil me so much”

“Well, I want to so deal with it.”

Is important to him to provide for you and make it so you don’t have to work

Would sometimes bicker with you because you don’t want to feel dependent on him

“Jack, I can provide for myself, you don’t have to do everything for me.”

“I know but I want to. I want to give you the world.”

“But Jack, you’re my world”

//he cries//

Carries a piece of you everywhere he goes

Y’all have matching necklaces

“I want to have a part of you everywhere you go, and which versa”

This leads to…

NSFW

Makes a mold of his dick for you (as a sex toy) to use when he’s away

“Did you seriously give me a mold of your dick?”

“Yeah, so you’ll have the real thing. Well, not the real thing, but a copy.”

Loves to spank your ass

Has left a bruise from where he’s slapped your ass in the same spot, multiple times

“Babe, pick a new spot, I’m bruising”

“But I like this spot” //smacks it again//

Asks you to send him nudes or lingerie pictures when he’s either at the studio a lot or away

“Damn ma, you got me bricked up in the hotel room right now. You wanna help me handle that?”

Phone Sex

Makes sure your nails are always done so you can leave scratches on his back

Would absolutely fuck you in the studio and then use the recording of your moans on a song

Loves your ass but also loves your titties

Would titty fuck you and cum on them

Is into cum play

Definitely has a breeding kink

“Well, we gotta make those eight daughters happen somehow.”

Size kink

“You look so small underneath of me ma”

He’s confident enough that he would love having toys in the bedroom

Would see them as his “best friends”

“They’re my allies, not my enemies”

Is down for some things, but would need some convincing

Could probably convince him with chicken wings and ranch

“Babe, I’ll buy you a big bucket of KFC and a whole bottle of ranch if you try this new position with me”

"I'm in"

Aftercare

Totally takes care of you. Like full care

Washes your body and allat

Offers you a massage

“You did so well for me mamas, let me get your shoulders. Are they hurting here?”

Is into bath bombs and shit

“Babe, this is rose scented. Oh! And it has little rose petals embedded”

Makes you drink herbal tea

“Oo~. See babe, this one relaxes your muscles”

Cuddles you and showers you with love and affection

“You’re such a pretty girl. You did so well for me.”

“You’re all mine, allmineallmineallmine.”

He sleeps soundly in your arms

It’s the best sleep he ever gets

Is forever in love with you and makes sure to remind you before you fall asleep

“I love you forever mamas”

Major shoutout to @hoodharlow @jackharlowsthings @mortirolo & the notorious 🧚 for helping me out. Y'all the realest

Also shoutout to anyone else who helped me. Y’all know who you are, and I appreciate you

#jack harlow #bf! jack harlow #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow fanfiction #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow drabble

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rogerswifesblog · 5 months

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1 - The Devil I Desire

Series Masterlist

My Masterlist

A/N: Hi! This is my first Stucky Series and I hope you’ll like it. Tbh Steve is a dick in this one (at least in the beginning) and it won’t be Peggy friendly either. Also, READ TGE WARNINGS, it’s important since it’ll later on contain still like age gap, cheating and other rather controversial stuff.

Here’s the first chapter! Have fun reading!

And a big thank you to @jamneuromain who helped me with the idea and especially some things later on in the story…(especially some extra drama👀)

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated ❤️

Pairing: silver fox Steve Rogers x college student Bucky Barnes

Chapter summary: first meeting after a disaster….just leading into another one.

Warnings: age gap, alcohol consumption, past trauma

Bucky wanted to get wasted. Like, really get wasted. His tinder date was once again a total disaster and right now he just wanted to spend a fun evening with his best friend (preferably by getting wasted).

> waitin at the bar < Bucky texted Wanda, while sipping at his second tequila sunrise, scrolling through Instagram. All those happy couples annoyed him, posting all those cute pictures together. Why couldn’t he have this? Why couldn’t he be in such a cute relationship too?

He wasn’t even picky. He just wanted someone who didn’t hate cats or wasn’t a serial killer. (Tho he’d probably be able to look past the second part. As long as nobody hated his dear Alpine everything should be fine.)

Bucky definitely didn’t want anyone like today's date. He hadn’t felt this bad in a long time, really. First he had already suspected the other guy to be very egotistical and vain. Turned out to be the truth.

But after Bucky pulled up his sleeves from it being too hot in the restaurant? God, that’s where it all started to go downhill.

From the first moment where his scars were on display Bucky could feel his gaze on them, interested in a way, but mostly disgusted.

Just…

He couldn’t describe the vibe the other guy was giving him.

It made Bucky feel like…like an animal at the zoo, in a way. Everyone was looking at him. Judging for something he couldn’t change.

So after faking a family emergency he left his date and decided to text his group chat about wanting to go clubbing tonight. And getting drunk.

Very, very drunk.

Unless he’d find a hot guy to spend the night with. Then he’d rather remember it.

“Bucky!”, Wandas voice sounded close to him, even with the loud music killing every sound existing. Sometimes he was surprised how loud Wanda could be if she wanted to. Especially since she was always rather quiet. “Are you okay?”, her arms wrapped around his waist, hugging him from behind. “Hi, Wanda”, Bucky smiled tiredly, leaning a bit into the hug, sighing,

He explained to Wanda what had happened and why he was in such a bad mood. She was understanding, especially since she knew how much it took Bucky to carry himself with the confidence he did now.

Wanda hugged once again after Bucky finished the story, finishing the tequila sunrise.

After a while also Clint and Pietro came to the bar, both of them immediately ordering shots.

“So, tell us what happened and how drunk we wanna be tonight?”, joked Pietro, the accent strong on his tongue, especially now after already having drank some beers with Clint before they came to the club too.

Bucky chuckled at that, only giving Pietro one exhausted smile before explaining the whole story once again to both him and Clint. Just like Wanda they understood how Bucky felt.

While complaining to his friends he hadn’t even noticed the lingering gaze of a middle aged man, watching Bucky as he sipped from his tequila.

Steve sat with Sam in the corner of the club, having a whisky on ice in his hands and only partly listening to whatever Sam was trying to tell him. It was hard for him to hear what he said and he also couldn’t really concentrate on him when his eyes were glued to the younger man’s lips wrapped around a straw.

Then he looked back at Sam, noticing he had stopped talking. “Can you repeat anything of what I’ve said?”, Sam raised his eyebrows, laughing when Steve lowered his head, clearing his throat. “I’m listening…?” “Sorry, I was in thought-“ “yeah, yeah, watching someone out of your age range. At least if I’m correct about you looking at the guy with the manbun at the bar. I’m jot even sure if he’s out of high scho-“ “of course he is. He’s in a club. Drinking alcohol. He’s at least 21”, argued Steve, already slightly Offended.

He may like younger partners than himself, but he’d never be interested in someone who’d be below 21. If he had to be honest with himself he’d rather meet with people closer to thirty than twenty, but this young man definitely didn’t seem like mid twenties.

It broke his heart to imagine he couldn’t spend the night with him, but he was definitely too young…on the other hand, it’d be just for one night.

But he also couldn’t be too sure if Mr Man-bun would even want him. Who knew if he’d be into older men? Even though Steve kept himself fit and took care of his appearance, he couldn’t hide the graying hair in his beard, the gray strands in his hair and the few wrinkles that were already covering his forehead the more he furrowed his eyebrows. Or the little crow‘s feet from all the laughs in his life.

Sighing he looked into his Glas, noticing how some of the ice had already melted, making the alcohol watery and less enjoyable….which was a good reason to go to the bar and- “don’t think about it-“ “already did it”, Steve answered, standing up and walking over to the table, purposefully stopping next to his object of desires. Who was alone. His friends were on the dance floor while he was drinking something light blue again.

“Isn’t that a bit too much for one evening?”, Steve chuckled to the young man, after ordering himself a whisky. The young man quickly finished his drink, sipping from his straw. His lips wrapped around it so nicely, as he sucked the liquid…god, Steve, keep it in your pants.

“You get me another one and I’ll stop after that”, he said flirty, winking at Steve.

So Steve was game. A smirk crept onto his lips as he called out to the bartender to get the young man the same drink as before. This time a double.

“I’m Bucky”, the young man introduced himself, holding out his hand for Steve to shake, which he did. “Steve Rogers. Nice to meet you.”

Hm, the name Rogers sounded familiar to Bucky's ears, but he ignored it.

Instead he was already looking forward to meeting this attractive man, “so…what are your plans for tonight? What are you gonna do?”

Hoped You. Was Steve's First thought but he kept his mouth shut. “I’m not sure yet…I think I’ll finish this drink and go home”, he shrugged, not being able to keep the smirk hidden.

Bucky felt like he should immediately tell this gorgeous man he would leave this place alone but…he was never one for one night stands. He actually never had one, hell, he never had sex with someone, he only had his cock sucked a couple of times or did it himself. The closest thing he had to a one night stand was when he rubbed off a guy in the toilets of a bar on a first date. Afterwards the guy never talked to him again.

He decided to be honest.

“I’d be lying if I’d say you wouldn’t be going home alone even though I’d love to say it but…I’m not that kind of guy. I mean-I really want to know what you’re hiding beneath those clothes because your shoulders seem wider than the doors but…-“ “hey, hey, don’t worry, we can just get to know each other, talk a bit…we can go back to mine and just leave it at a conversation”, Steve smiled even though he had definitely intended the night to be different.

But he was good with his words. And he knew it’d work out to his favor.

It wouldn’t be the first time anyway.

So he wasn’t surprised to see Bucky texting his friends he wouldn’t be home for the night as they were leaving the building together.

Thank you for reading! I’d appreciate some feedback ❤️

What do you think why Bucky knows Steve’s surname?👀it’ll be important later on….👀

Taglist: @ozeriterchick @guiltypleasureisfun @ayronren (I’ve decided to tag some people that had reblog the series summary and might be interested! )

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barleyo · 6 months

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Just What I Needed. (1.5)

(Mike Schmidt X F! Reader)

A/N: This is one of the chapters I was talking about. This is how the rest of this story will function too. One chapter of main plot, one flashback!

Chapters: 1, 1.5, 2, 2.5, 3, 3.5, 4, 4.5, 5

(Y/N)’s father was a man with big dreams. He always knew what he wanted, how to get it, and why he wanted it. He knew that he wanted to open a restaurant, something fresh and fun for families. He never much liked children, though, except for one.

It happened early in her life, but she remembered the day her father had opened Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. He came home with the paperwork filed, and a giant smile plastered over his usually dull face. He had picked her small body up and twirled her around the room as he spoke.

“It is done, can you believe it?” He asked her, bundling her body tightly in his arms.

“What’s done? What’s goin’ on?”

“The restaurant,” he said, placing her back down on her feet, chuckling lightly when she faltered out of dizziness. “We’ll open tomorrow. Proud of your old dad, aren’t you?”

“Of course, daddy! Can I come tomorrow?”

Her father lowered himself to his knees, placing a hand on her shoulder while his grin stayed strongly across his features. Before he could answer her, a voice called out from the kitchen.

“(Y/N),” her mother called, voice weak and strained, as if every word sliced through her throat as it came up. Her name echoed slightly on the walls as her mother called again, urging her to come to her.

“Let’s see what your mother wants, hm?” He rose back to his feet, an obvious damper placed on his mood in hearing his wife’s croaking voice.

Her mother eyed the two from her spot by the sink.

She was a cold woman, thin and boney, though it wasn’t just time that had done this to her. Her life, as she found it, was full of compromise. She never wanted children. In her home, they were the inescapable hell that she could only cope with by puffing her thinly rolled cigarettes to keep herself sane.

“Go upstairs, (Y/N).” The filter of her cigarette was stained red by her lips. The grey ash sprinkled slightly on the floor as she placed it back into her mouth.

“Why? I thought I was gonna go with dad–”

“Now, (Y/N). Go to your room.” She put the cig out in the sink, punctuating her sentence with a soft hiss of the ash against the stray water droplets littering the sink.

(Y/N) nodded slowly before walking halfway up the stairs. She stopped and sat, hugging the rail so that she could listen to her parents' conversation.

“Why would you try to take her there?” Her moms voice was quiet and muffled behind the wall, but (Y/N) sat as still as she could, hardly breathing in order to be able to hear everything. “I don’t want her at that fucking restaurant.”

“I can take my daughter wherever I want,” he quickly shot back, car keys clenched in his hand. He felt the grooves of the house key on the ring digging into his palm. “I worked hard, she’ll like it there.”

“Our daughter, William, and no, she won’t. Those monster robots you spend all your time on will scare her.”

“I made them for her, I think I know my daughter well enough to know what she’d like.”

A dry, sarcastic laugh fell from her lips. “Really? You think you know anything about her, about any of these goddamn kids? When’s the last time you were here for more than a few hours?”

“Don’t tell me what I don’t do, I do too much for you, for all of you.” He sucked his teeth and walked away, leaving her in the kitchen. Seeing his daughter still on the stairs, he waved her over. “Let’s go.”

“Mom said we could go?” (Y/N) felt her hands twitch nervously. She knew her mother didn’t want her to go with her father, she never went against her.

“We don’t always have to listen to her, she doesn’t always know what’s best for you, baby girl.”

She followed behind William, clinging onto his pant leg as they walked out of the house. She sat in the backseat quietly, waiting for her father to start talking while he pulled out of the driveway. Instead, he joined her in silence, feeling the tension in the car grow when (Y/N)’s mother’s face appeared in the window, scowling.

The awkward silence dissipated into a calm quiet once they pulled into the well lit parking lot of Freddy’s. The car pulled in smoothly under the black pavement and stopped right in front of the door.

“Hop out, let’s go see the inside.”

She got out and shivered in the cold, night air. Her arms grew soft goosebumps until she felt a heavy fabric cover her shoulders.

“Hm?” She looked at the jacket her father placed over her. His favorite, a tan, thick coat with wool around the hood. “Thank you,” she said softly, slipping her arms through the sleeves.

He said nothing, instead leading her to the door, unlocking it, and bringing her inside. (Y/N) gasped at the bright colors of the main floor. The tables were nice and wooden, the floors were slick and new, and there were game machines in the back of the room.

“Can I go play one? Pretty please?” She tried to run over to one, but his firm hand grabbed the hood of the jacket to stop her in place.

“There’ll be plenty time for that another day. Come, there is something better I want you to see.” William picked her up, hands on her lower back as he scooped her comfortably up to his chest. He brought her to a stage covered by red curtains. The velvet crinkled under his rough hands when he pulled it back to reveal the animatronics. The animatronics were powered off, sitting with an uncanny aura around them. They were shiny and plastic, but they gave off an old, tired energy that she felt unnerved by.

“Daddy, what are those?”

He put her down on the stage, pushing her forward a bit to urge her to touch them.

“Your new friends, (Y/N).

#barleyxnighteye #fanfiction #x reader #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie #josh hutcherson #fnaf x reader #dark fic #long fic #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader

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raging-violets · 6 months

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Fifteen years // Suite Life Series

Summary - November 16 2023. Cody waited fifteen years for this day.

“And we still can’t eat at one of the 8000 Italian restaurants we’ve passed because?” Zack droned, strolling at a leisurely pace compared to Cody’s practical sprint across the cobblestone lined streets of Rome.

For a 31-year-old man who still didn’t work out much more than his yoga stretching allowed, Cody was making ground. What was even more miraculous was that Cody was able to convince Zack to go to Italy with him simply to eat in the restaurant.

Then again, it didn’t take much for Zack to be convinced to do anything Cody asked him to do when money was involved. With Cody moving forward in his career in politics science and Zack enjoying his own lot in life running and owning his own construction company, Cody did sometimes still feel a need to protect Zack from the world. And when Cody said he had the two-person reservation to take Zack on—which surprised Zack as it seemed like something his brother would want to turn into a romantic dinner sort of thing—and would also pay for his tickets because “you owe me” from the last time they were there.

Zack had simply laughed and agreed to the deal before reminding Cody that he could afford everything himself, but it was, “Too late to take it back. And, by the way, I want a first class ticket. My damaged body needs to stretch out.”

“You’re brain damaged, but okay,” Cody replied begrudgingly.

And it wasn’t like things had been bad between them, sure, they got on each other’s nerves since they were born. But having gone into separate careers there weren’t many times Zack and Cody were able to spend a lot of time together so they opted to make it a brother trip, culminating the end of the week in Rome at the restaurant.

And while it had been a good trip, it was clear Cody’s eyes were on the prize.

He pumped his arms in a steady fashion, eyes planted firmly on the line that stretched in front of him. The line he couldn’t wait to stand in. To move forward in. To get inside the best restaurant he’d ever stepped foot in fifteen years before.

But this time, oh this time…

This time he was going to taste it.

He was going to taste the food he’d only dreamed about for as long as he could remember. Where he would finally understand what everyone meant when they said the food was worth it. Not like I don’t already know, Cody’s smile waned slightly as he eyed his brother, who moved to stand in line behind him. I had to watch and listen to Zack talk about this food so long and now it’s my turn.

Cody’s grin was infectious.

Enough so that Zack side-eyed him, leaning away. “Dude, I think you’re taking this a little too seriously. I mean, it’s just foo-“

“—Don’t you finish that sentence!” Cody snapped. He moved along with the line as it went forward. It was moving pretty quickly. A good sign the restaurant was still in good standing, able to get people in and out in an orderly manner. “I’m getting that Manicotti whether you want it or not.”

Zack held up his hands. “I’m just saying…give me a choice between manicotti and cowboy-ghetti and I’m picking the cowboys.”

Cody turned to Zack, holding up his hands as if to strangle his brother, gritting his teeth. But stopped when the line moved forward enough so that they were right up at the front. There was a young man standing behind the host podium holding onto a tablet. He briefly glanced up at Zack and Cody when they arrived before posing his finger over the screen.

“Order number?” He asked.

“Oh…” Cody waved a hand, his lips curling into an almost smug smile. “I have a reservation. Right here!” He pulled out his phone and illuminated the screen. He pointed to the date and time on screen. “See, November 16, 2023. 7:30pm!” He slapped it onto the table in front of him. “So…show us our table my good man.” He patted the man on the shoulder.

The man continued to stare at him. “You don’t have a reservation.” He finally said after a moment, as if silently questioning if Cody were serious.

“I assure you, I do.”

The man took in a breath through his nose. The breath that anyone who worked in customer service would recognize. The breath of ‘This isn’t going to end well’ before he said gently yet firmly, “I assure you, you don’t.”

“Bummer.” Zack arched his back, stretching. “I could really go for a pizza cone…” He trailed off, eyeing his brother when Cody turned a fierce glare his way.

“I’ve been waiting to eat this food for fifteen years, and I’m not going to miss it!” Cody growled through gritted teeth.

Zack waved his hand in front of his face. “Okay, but you clearly missed brushing your teeth this morning.”

“What is going on here?”

Cody’s eyes lit up the moment he spotted Chef Gigi. She had grown older in the last fifteen years, streaks of silver at the temples of her hair, pulled back into a bun. Nevertheless, it was still her. She had the same no-nonsense expression he remembered from his youth. “Chef Gigi! You remember me?”

“Yes, I remember all of the ones that are desperate to get into my restaurant,” she replied. She turned up her nose, looking down at them. “And destroyed my star and my sauce with your…antics!” Her gaze shifted over them. “Why are you causing a line?”

“I-I-I-I’m here for my reservation,” Cody stuttered. He grasped the letter and thrust it towards Gigi. Zack continued to watch with only mild interest. “See? You gave it to me fifteen years ago.”

Gigi looked over the reservation, nodding to herself. “You’re right, I did give you that reservation fifteen years ago.” The smile on Cody’s face was bright enough to illuminate even the darkest cave. But it was then snuffed out when she continued with, “But with the COVID pandemic we were forced to shut down for a while. And despite the loss of our revenue, we found our customers were still coming back and we were making more money from our delivery options and had switched to that. Now you have to place your orders in advance or else you won’t even come close to tasting my food.”

Cody’s jaw dropped. He looked to Zack who scratched the back of his head, not looking too worse for the wear. Completely unbothered, actually. Completely unbothered that Cody’s heart had just been ripped out and stepped on. “B-b-b-but, okay…” He took a deep, calming breath. Yoga was really proving to be helpful in times like this. “We can place an order.”

“That’d be nice.” Gigi nodded.

“Can we place it now?”

“We’re booked up until 2038.” Gigi gestured towards the increasingly disgruntled people behind them. “See the line?” With that, she waved them off and disappeared back into the restaurant.

Cody’s jaw dropped. Eyes widened. Breath hitched. He’d cry if he was able to even muster up the tears. His entire body was frozen, stuck. Memories of that exact same conversation from fifteen years before swirling through his head. The excitement of getting that reminder email of the reservation he’d placed years before. The anticipation on tasting that tangy tomato sauce, the radiant ricotta, the creamy cheese of the--

“Mmm.” Zack’s humming broke Cody’s depression. He slid his hands into the pockets, barely glancing at the stunned expression on his twin’s face. “How do you feel about Mexican?” Cody slowly turned his incredulous glare to his brother. Zack shrugged. “I’m not really feeling Italian.”

THE END

#the suite life on deck #november 16 #november 16 2023 #cody martin #zack martin #suite life of zack and cody #by: riley #you had to have known i was going to do something for this #it was also a good exercise to get back into their heads #i giggled while writing this #suite life

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ghostlyforxst · 9 months

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request if that's okay, was thinking about a (loving) quirk marriage between Fatgum and maybe a chubby reader that has a fertility based quirk? of course, the idea of getting hooked up to breed drives Fatgum bonkers

GENDER: Chubby! Female Reader

WARNINGS: Arrange Marriage, Inappropriate Language, Not Proffed, +18, Breeding, Oral (Female Receiving), Cum Inflation, squirting, Marking, Praising, and Cock Warming

CHARACTER: Taishiro Toyomitsu

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

ABBREVIATION KEY: M/N - Mother's Name

A/N- My apologies, I misread you request and thought you requested a arranged marriage! But, I do hope this meet some of your expectations and enjoy!

Taishiro’s focus was on the deafening whistle of the kettle, brows pinched and his lips lowered into a frown, taking no notice of his mothers blabbering.

“Taishiro, son, are you listening!?’ His mother huffed, pouring the scorching water into the teacups.

His vibrant eyes broadened and he bobbed his head, “I am.” he wasn’t.

“Mhm, Like I’ve said. Me and my great friend, M/N, have reached a decision collectively that you and her daughter will be arranged to be wedded.” She continued, resting his tea before him. “The two of you will have a date night this afternoon, to introduce yourselves and become acquainted.”

“Woah-wait a moment!?” Taishiro denounced, nostrils flaring as his eyes squinted at his mother. “Why wasn’t this brought up to me before this was arranged?”

His mother sipped her tea and responded, “you’d brush me off and decline.”

Taishiro’s face cringed angrily and he deterred his eyes away from his mother once again, he was in disbelief. Angered that his mother would make that crucial decision on a chapter in his life that he was supposed to write himself, he was gathering up every ounce of respect for his mother to not explode and swear at her.

“Don’t be too upset with me, son, I’m looking out for you and your future. But I’m sure you’ll like the girl, she's a delightful girl. Sweet as she can be, clever too!” She assured, pursing her lips.

Taishiro’s lips were sealed, wordless, and nodded.

On the other side you were just as furious with your mother as Taishiro was, hands clenching the knob to the door of your house as you spew words seethingly.

“And you didn't consult me, not considering my opinion or feelings!?” You fummed, heart rapidly thrumming against your chest.

“Just please do this for me,” your mother begged, “he’s a hero, a renowned one, and very handsome!”

“Fine,” you frowned, “but if this doesn’t work out don’t be playing matchmaker anymore for me.”

Your mother bounced on her feet and nodded her head eagerly with a toothy smile, “thank you!”

The restaurant was exceptional; greenery dangled from the rafters and adorned the tables, lanterns strung from the rafters together with the greenery and was fastened to the artificial tree that stood a few feet above Taishiro, and a vibrant bar was situated to the back. Though its atmospheric appearance and ambience didn’t ease Taishiro’s nerves, his muscles were tense and his hands twiddled beneath the table as he waited for you. He brought the cold glass of water to his lips, gulped at the beverage to soothe the nervousness, and scanned over the menu.

“Uhm, hello, are you Taishiro Toyomitsu?”

Taishiro's eyes drifted from the menu to you, your eyes avoiding his enlarged ones, you were stunning with that floral dress—highlighting your sensuous and plump figure. “I am.”

You smiled feebly and seated yourself across from him, “Y/N, pleasure to meet you.”

It hasn’t even been over a minute and he found you lovely: your name was lovely, your eyes were lovely, and your voice was lovely. And he hasn't even finished meeting you, he has much more to learn.

“So let’s order and while we are waiting, tell me about yourself.” He grinned, handing you a menu.

The two of you exchanged information about yourselves, from asking about favorite foods to the hardships in life until the both you got to asking each other's quirk and you were half way through your plates.

“What’s your quirk, if you don’t mind me asking?” Taishiro asked between swallowing his food, leaning closer.

You swallowed and adjusted your posture, “fertility.”

“Fertility?”

“Mhm, not only that I’m especially fertile perpetually. I’m able to help people who struggle with fertility issues with a touch of my hand. With that gift, I became a fertility specialist.” You explained, rambling.

Tashrio felt embarrassed, embarrassed that he was attracted to your quirk—envisioning himself breeding you until your tummy was fattened with his baby batter.

He blushed, stirring in his seat, and pinching at his semi-harden cock beneath the table. But his thoughts were interrupted by your hand tapping his free one.

��Taishiro!”

“Hm?”

You pouted, “am I boring you?”

“No, I’m sorry. But if I’m being honest, I know we’ve just met, but you're beautiful. Your personality and your features are alluring.” Taishiro admitted, clasping his large hand around yours and stroking his thumb along the back of it.

You smiled brightly, your cheeks tinged pink, and thanked him. “If I'm being honest, you're attractive and your friendly personality is inviting. I love it!”

Taishiro’s grin became wider, feeling giddy.

The night ended, enjoyably, and Taishiro escorted you home. The both of you waited at your entrance, savoring each other’s presence. You stared down at your feet, palming at your dress shyly, before you spoke.

“You know if I were to be married, I wouldn’t mind if it was you.” You expressed, tugging him to your level and kissed his cheek before rushing in and shutting the door behind you.

“I wouldn’t mind either.”

Taishiro couldn’t help but to let his teary eyes wander the venue anxiously, dressed nicely in a tux and hair tidied up and pushed from his face, as he awaited your entrance. He wasn’t sure why he felt emotional, he didn’t know if it was the processional song that enlightened him that he was soon to be wed to you or fearing that you’ll leave him at the altar for apparent reason. The both of you were pressured to marry, but his mother was correct. Taishiro adores you, he loved the imperfections you presented to him and the way your voice coaxed him to comfort—-he was infatuated with the entirety of you.

Taishiro’s breath hiccupped and soon the tears dribbled onto his cheeks, he brought his hand up and wiped the wetness from his eyes, as he watched you saunter down the aisle to him. His cold feet became nonexistent as your hand took his, diminishing any doubt, and for the rest of the ceremony it was pure bliss for Taishiro—he desired for this to go on forever.

Faster than he hoped for, the ceremony concluded and the reception ensued after. His mother ambled up to him and embraced Taishiro.

“What did I say, Taishiro, you would love her.” His mother grinned, patting his arm. “Now the two of you owe me some grandbabies!"

Taishiro laughed before he winked over at you, “we’ll have you some grandbabies soon!”

You turned aside, hiding your reddened face, and coughed.

Taishiro flinged the door shut, his hands taking your ample hips as he kissed you ardently. His legs intertwined with yours, tripping you into the cushions of the bed, his kiss becoming fervent and desirous—his nerves humming with excitement.

For the duration of the reception, Taishiro’s thoughts drifted into more lascivious ones. Becoming more impatient as the time lingered, if your eyes didn’t stare longer than they should’ve or if you didn’t whisper those tempting words. He wouldn’t be so hungry for you as he was now, barely able to withhold himself back. Taishiro’s eyes swept over your clothe body, eyes dazed and dilated, and briskly he removed his clothes from himself—-feeling uncomfortably heated.

“You know, a side effect of my quirk is that it has an aphrodisiac effect on the receiver.” You purred, tracing a finger down to his stiffened cock. “How do you feel baby?”

That explains his intense need.

Taishiro hissed, his hips bucking into your hand, as your hand pumped his dick. The sheets wrinkled under his grip, flustered at how he was close to spilling himself on to your wedding dress. “S-stop!”

“What’s the matter?” You asked, removing your hand hastily.

“Don’t wanna ruin your dress, lovely.” Taishiro murmured, reaching underneath you and unzipping the dress.

You smiled at his thoughtfulness, allowing him to help you undress and you plopped back onto the bed.Taishiro awed at your bareness, presenting your fruitful figure. He couldn’t possibly feel more aroused but he did, his mouth taking your teat and suckling as if milk would drizzle onto his tongue. You caressed a hand through his sun-kissed hair, gasping as he rolled your nipple between his teeth, the sensations of his fingers dragging over your drenched cunt encouraged your hips to writhe beneath his touch.

“Tashi, please!” You whined, sweetly.

He stifled a laugh, kissing you with a grin, before pressing past your folds and kneading your clit—sloppily kissing down to your pretty pussy, eager to breed you until you're a swollen mess.

Taishiro’s tongue lapped at your slit, slurping the arousal that seeped from you, his fingers prodding your attention-seeking hole before welcoming itself into your warmth and fucking you.

“Ah~” You mewled as your cunt trembled along with your breath, body flushed and tummy tensing with your approaching orgasm.

“I feel ya, baby, give’to me.” Taishiro grunted, grinding against the bedding and hastening his fingers.

A pleased cry utters from your puffy lips as you toss your head back, back arching, and dousing his fingers with your release.

Taishiro petted your head and smothered your face with wet kisses, “good girl.”

His hand wrapped around his cock, smearing the head along your pussylips, and awarding himself a few strokes before burying himself in your pussy. “Shit,,,”

Taishiro’s hand caught under your knees and he pinned your legs to your chest, he wet his lips with his tongue.

“You’re so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me.” Taishiro grunted while his cock dragged from your cunt, tip staying nestled in your heat, and he plunged back in.

Your lips parted with a soundless moan, reaching and clawing at the sheets above your head. He obsessed over making sure that you were nearly bursting with his release, Taishiro’s thrust became erratic and almost desperate.

“Gonna look so fucking gorgeous,” He breathed, “gonna fuck my seed into ya until yer fattened with my baby. You’ll like that won’t you, lovely?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes, please!” You sobbed, spasming as Taishiro freed a leg and circled your sensitive bud with the pad of his thumb.

His chest rumbled at those words, stroking him nicely, and he drove his dick through your cervix and milked each driblet from him directly into your fertile womb—your pudgy tummy bulging with his cum.

Taishiro’s head nuzzled your breast, lazily rocking his hips, nursing at your tit once again. You smooched his head, rutting yourself on him until you dissolved into the pleasure and soaked his cock. Taishiro went slump, weighing himself on you, and tickling your skin with the mutters of sweet nothings—refusing to remove his soft length from you.

“Why don’t we give ourselves a few minutes to recover and go for a second round?” You asked, smiling.

“Mhm sounds good, lovely .”

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berryhobii · 6 months

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Hiii I love your work sm us black readers really appreciate everything you do. I was wondering if you could do a jungkook drabble where the reader is pregnant and has mood swings but jungkook comforts her with love regardless , once again thank you authornim 🫶🏾🫶🏾

Thanks so much for your request! I actually gave a secret soft spot for pregnancy fics and people! It’s so amazing how they can grow whole human beings! Shout out to all the pregnant people out there. I hope all of you have happy and healthy deliveries! 🩵🩵🩵(fun fact: this drabble is inspired by an actual couple I met years ago when I worked at Chick Fil A😝)

“Baby, can we get Chick Fil A?”

Jungkook pulled to a stop at a red light, turning his head to face you. You were just finishing the cup of cinnamon sugar pretzels you begged for at the mall. You two were only supposed to be going to shop for nursery furniture but the large pretzel logo had caught your eye, your previous nausea immediately alleviating as the scent wafted into your nose. A flutter of your eyelashes and a sweet kiss to his cheek and Jungkook was standing in line for pretzels. He already had a hard time saying no to you and your pregnancy only made him even more weak to your wants. How could he say no to you?

He booped your cute nose. “Sure baby.” Your grin was utterly adorable, a little squeal coming from you, a happy wiggle following as you thought about what you wanted.

He just wanted to squeeze you, you were so cute.

Unfortunately, the line at the restaurant was pretty long. Also unfortunate? Hunger made you incredibly impatient, add pregnancy on top of that and you were a walking bomb. He just hoped your bladder didn’t decide to join the party.

“Ughhh.” You groaned, pouting at all of the cars ahead of you and the few workers outside taking orders. You greatly respected and empathized with people in the service industry so you knew it wasn’t their fault for the slow line. Why were there so many people outside right now?!

Jungkook glanced over at you. He could tell where this was going. He had to distract you. “Do you want to listen to music? We can listen to your car playlist?”

You didn’t answer. You just glared at the car ahead of you as if trying to wish it out of existence.

Jungkook licked his lips before turning on your playlist—Beyoncé’s Best Thing I Never Had starting up. You normally perked up at this song but the sudden sound seemed to piss you off even more. Crazy, right?

Your hand turned the volume back down, eyes cutting to the love of your life. “I don’t want to listen to music right now! What is taking so long? How many people need to be out on a Thursday afternoon?” You snapped, slamming your hands on the dashboard.

Apparently, the car ahead of you must have had the same thought because they turned out of the line to leave. Lucky for you, the employee was finishing up with the car ahead so that meant you were next!

“Yay!” You clapped your hands, back to happy. Jungkook let out a sigh of relief, rolling down his window as the employee approached his car. You ordered first before motioning for Jungkook to go but he just took out his wallet, about to pay for you.

You frowned. “Aren’t you getting something?”

Jungkook shook his head. “Nah I’m okay.”

You didn’t like that. You hated eating something without Jungkook. You wanted him to eat as well. Don’t ask why, not even you could fully explain but just know it was serious!

“Then I don’t want anything either….”

Jungkook looked at you, heart softening at your pouted lip and watery eyes.

He was a weak, weak man.

“Give me a number 1 and an extra order of fries too. Thank you.” He told the employee who was trying to hold back a smile.

That perked you right back up, happy that you could enjoy something with your husband.

After taking your order and Jungkook paid(duh), he pulled forward to the next window to retrieve your food. You were practically thrumming in the passenger seat, leaning over to look through the driver side window to watch the workers pour your frozen lemonade.

He thanked the employee, handing the bag over to you who immediately opened it and dug around for the fries. They were fresh and hot, just how you liked them!

“Feel better?” Jungkook inquired as he pulled out of the line and got back on the road.

Cheeks stuffed with fries, you nodded your head. You unwrapped your straw next, jabbing it in your drink before taking a long sip. Happiness radiated all the way down your spine. Fries were so good! You hoped whoever founded the potato is forever blessed! Just thinking about the versatile vegetable got you all choked up.

Jungkook thought everything was over until he heard you sniffle. Panic struck his heart, eyes glancing from you to the road.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

You sniffled again, rubbing at your eyes with the back of your hand. “It’s just…” You swallowed the block forming in your throat. “Potatoes are so amazing, aren’t they? And these fries are so g-good!” Sobs shook your body, hands still bringing more fries to your mouth, including the extra ones Jungkook had ordered.

Jungkook bit his lip at an attempt to hold in his laughter.

He fell a little more in love with you everyday. Seeing your body change, waking up to your gorgeous face, being able to run his fingers over your glowing brown skin, and being your rock through this remarkable journey….he cherished it all while he could because soon, a new addition would bring all new memories and a new you for him to experience.

And he’d hold onto every moment for he rest of his life.

The little one in your belly danced as you drank another long sip of lemonade. “It’s good, isn’t it? I know.” You cooed to your belly, rubbing over it lovingly and sniffling up more snot that threatened to leak.

Jungkook reached over to place a hand on your belly as well, smiling when he felt the rippling movement of his little one.

“I love you. Both of you.”

He could see your bright smile from his peripheral vision. “We love you too. Don’t we, my darling?” That was directed towards your belly and in response, your baby kicked against Jungkook’s palm again.

Yeah, these were the moments.

…..

“Baby, they only gave us 2 Chick Fil A sauces…”

“Okay?”

“Turn around.”

#bts #bts x black reader #bts imagines #jeon jungkook #bts fic #askberryhobii

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nymrs · 1 year

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i told you so part 2?🥹🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

I TOLD YOU SO [II] | NJ, KM

Summary: Kylian kind of messing up your birthday party, Neymar confronting him afterwards

Genre: fluff (Neymar), a small amount of angst (Kylian)

Pairings: reader x fuckboy Kylian, reader x big brother Neymar

It was your birthday, the night of the party you wished Kylian would attend. Ever since he told you about his date, you haven’t even talked to each other. He messaged you a few times, asking you to come over, but didn’t seem to care when you left him on read without giving him an answer. Even though you missed him, you felt good putting yourself first.

The party went better than you thought, you were able to distract yourself from any negative thoughts and appreciated having your favourite people around. "Where’s Kylian?", one of your friends asked after following you into the kitchen. Taking a cold bottle of water out of the fridge, you shortly froze at the mention of his name. Turning around to face her, you attempted to play it cool, "He’s not coming." She furrowed her brows at you. "Why not? I thought you were so close." Your eyes rolled at her question, though you tried to hide your downcast expression. "I didn’t invite him", you coldly responded and rushed over her. "I feel like there’s something you haven’t told me yet", she insisted. You took a deep breath, "Can we talk about this later? I don’t want to discuss this out on my birthday." She understandingly nodded, "Sorry." Through the light pain you felt, you smiled at her and tilted your head. "Forget about it. How about a round of shots?" The pair of you giggled and went back to the rest of the group.

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"So I died my hair blonde okay, and no joke, she did the same, one. week. later", the girl sitting across from Kylian laughed out before sipping on her champagne glass once more, "She’s obsessing over me, just because I've been on a date with her boyfriend. Months ago! I mean, I never really cared about him. He’s not even my type. The only reason I went on this date was pure boredom. Seems like he never got over me rejecting him… Kylian?" He was on his phone, rewatching your instagram story again and again. Him not being invited to your party kind of made him feel offended. Kylians date repeated his name several times, slightly pushing his hand until he finally looked up, "Huh?"

"Are you even listening to me?", her face scrunched up as her eyes moved back and forth between Kylian and his phone, which he quickly locked. "Honestly, no." Her lips parted in shock, discomfort showing in her face. "I gotta go now. It was nice seeing you", was all he said, not even dedicated a glance to her, before he finally got up from his chair, paid for himself and walked out of the restaurant.

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The atmosphere at your party was at its best as you played drinking games and downed one shot after another. Neymar and his mates avoided drinking too much of alcohol in case any of you girls felt bad or needed help.

Currently you were playing "Never have I ever". Neymars friend Gil read out the questions. If you’ve done one of the said things, you had to drink your shot. When Gil read out a dirty question and you quickly downed your shot, Neymar widened his eyes at you. "Damn Y/N, I didn’t want to know that", he spoke up jokingly, his chuckle being interrupted by the door bell ringing. You were about to get up, but your brother insisted he would go for it. "What the fuck are you doing here?", Neymar asked when he opened the door to find the uninvited visitor. "It’s Y/Ns birthday and no one told me?!", Kylian complained, lightly pushing Neymar to the side in order to enter the house. "I can't recall her inviting you." Kylian looked around the decorated house and nodded as he enjoyed some of the snacks he found. "Yeah and I'm actually pissed about it." Neymar scoffed in disbelief. "You didn’t even remember it’s her birthday, so-" He got cut off by you entering the room. "Who is it Ne- Oh." For a few seconds, you silently stood in front of Kylian who kept on searching for something of his taste at the snack bar. "Happy Birthday princess. Forgot to tell me about your party hm?", he greeted you. Neymar rolled his eyes at him before deciding it would be the best to leave the two of you alone. "I thought you’d be on a date", you crossed your arms in front of your chest. He tried to talk through the bunch of grapes that filled his mouth. "Didn’t go as planned. Nevertheless, what’s up with you? You’re not answering my calls and texts, now you didn’t even invite me to your birthday. I could’ve used you sometime this week." He wiggled his eyebrows while you just raised one at him. "Yeah, you could use me, the only thing you need me for."

"Girl what? We’ve agreed on this friends and benefits thing", he said, "You could’ve just told me if you got uncomfortable with it. Adding to that, I've told you I don’t want anything serious. You’re my best friends sister, I wouldn’t play you like that."

"Your best friends sister? Is this all I am to you?", you cried out, tears forming in the corner of your eyes. "Y/N, what got into you? I thought we were just having some fun, what are you making a scene for?" "Damn, you really don’t get it do you? I'm not spreading my fucking legs for just anyone!" As a tear rolled down your cheek, it suddenly hit him. You liked him more than a friend and he was too blind to see. "I'm- I'm sorry Y/N, I had no idea. I never meant to hurt you", he stuttered out as you couldn’t even stop the tears from flooding. Neymar walked in the room to check up on you, only to find you hiding your face behind your hands and crying bitterly. He quickly rushed up to you, wrapping his strong arms around you. Kylian was trying to explain himself, but Neymar didn’t let him. "Leave. Now", he glared at him. Kylian tried to continue, but he was lost for words. "I’m sorry Y/N, I really am. I… I hope the rest of the day goes well for you."

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With Kylian leaving, your good mood was gone as well. Neymar asked everyone to leave and suggested spending the rest of the night watching movies when you’ve finally calmed down.

You just came back from showering, already getting comfortable in your pajamas, when Neymar jumped up from the couch. "I'll go get some snacks, do you want anything?", he asked, pulling his car keys out of his joggers. "No, thank you. Hurry up though, or else I'll fall asleep", you softly smiled at your brother in gratitude. He didn’t only go to grab some snacks, but discuss things out with his former best friend. Luckily, Kylian just got out of the cab when Neymar parked in front of his house. Neymar stepped out of his car and noticed a girl following Kylian, their hands intertwined. When Kylian realised who stood there, he simply looked at him in confusion. "We need to talk", Neymar said, expecting that girl to leave, but she only tightened her grip on Kylians hand. Kylian was tipsy, but she was drunk as fuck. "Can y'all do this later? We were just about to…", she blabbered, holding onto Kylians arm as she was about to stumble her way to his entrance door. "You were about to get your ass back in that cab and let us talk, alright?" Her eyes widened at Neymars words.

"You’ll just let him talk to me like that?", she looked at Kylian, who didn’t take his eyes off Neymar. "Do as he said", he coldly responded. She made her way back to the cab, cursing them out inaudibly. "So what do you want to talk about?", Kylian finally spoke up to break the unbearable silence. "My sister, obviously", Neymar started, "I never supported what the two of you had. I knew you would hurt her. This situation isn’t anything I didn’t expect. But leave her alone now. Just fucking drop it. Even if she gets weak and tries to contact you, don’t even think of replying. If I ever happen to see you close to her, or even just message her, I swear to God Kylian, I'll forget myself." Kylian remained quiet, feeling a strike of shame as he listened. "Did you hear me?", Neymar said, soft but still in an angry tone. "I’ll leave her alone. Just take care of her and make sure she’ll be alright, okay?" "Bet on it", Neymar reassured him, glancing over at him one last time before getting into his car and driving home to you.

"Finally! What took you so long?", you shouted out the moment you heard the entrance door open. "Sorry pequena, they didn’t have your Ben & Jerrys so I had to find it somewhere else." You couldn’t hide your big smile when he handed you your favourite ice cream. "You’re the best, honestly", you squeaked out. "I know, I know", he laughed. Neymar watched how happily you ate your ice cream, the way you giggled at the silliest parts of the comedy movie, and in that moment he promised himself, he would never let anything or anyone hurt his little sister ever again.

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purrgilpawkins · 5 months

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Slime + Ink

Summary: Jack realized pretty early on that Mac always needed something. Whether it be something to distract him or something he needed to help finish his projects. (Or 5 times Jack is there to give Mac something he needs and 1 time he isn’t.)

Pairings: Jack Dalton & Angus MacGyver

Part of the Comfortember 2020 series Prompt: Fidgeting / Jacket

Warnings: n/a

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Twenty-three hours into this surveillance mission, Mac had run out of paper clips and, unfortunately for Jack, found a pen and immediately started clicking it.

Jack was a very patient person (even if he liked others to think he wasn’t), you gotta be in order to be a truly professional sniper. That being said, he snapped after about three minutes.

“Mac, I am this close to smackin’ you upside the head.”

Mac stopped at Jack’s statement and glared at him before flipping the pen in his hand…and biting the tip. Jack sighed, glad he was no longer hearing the clicking (even if Mac’s pen chewing is still a little noisy).

They sat in (mostly) silence for the next few minutes, Jack trying to do his job and Mac still eating his pen. That didn’t last too long either, seeing as the pen Mac was chewing on burst and filled his mouth ink. Jack looked at him in amusement as Mac sputtered, reaching for one of the water bottles in the cup holders.

“Jesus, kid. I know you’re bored outta your mind but do you really need to poison yourself?”

Mac opened the door to the car and spat out his watery-ink mixture and closed the door. He glanced at Jack and wiped his mouth, which was still black. “Sorry. Guess I’m going a little stir crazy.”

“No shit.”

Jack sighed once more before reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a packet of tissues that he handed to Mac. The ink-stained blond took it and wiped at the ink he just painted his hand with.

“Sorry. For blowin’ up at ya. We’ve been here for a day, I’m tired, and our intel must’ve been wrong cause the guy didn’t even show up!” Jack sighed yet again as Mac dabbed at his mouth, “How mad you think Patty’ll be if we left?”

“Probably pissed,” Mac said before attempting to remove the ink from his tongue.

“Yeah, well,” Jack sighed (yes, again) and dropped his head onto the steering wheel before quickly bringing it back up with a look of determination on his face, “She’ll just have to send somebody else out here to waste their time.”

Jack started the car and took off while Mac protested with a tissue in his mouth.

—

Jack saw that look in Mac’s eye. The one he got when he was about to run off and start making something out of random junk. And that was exactly what he did.

Mac ran out the back door of the restaurant and Jack followed him, not surprised to see the younger man digging around in one of the dumpsters.

“If you’re that hungry, they got fresh food inside the place, hoss.”

Mac ignored Jack and continued rummaging in the dumpster, throwing things back just as much as he was keeping them. He looked to his partner and Jack got the idea just before Mac started tossing him some of the things he’d dug out.

“You mind telling me what your plan here is?”

“Would you listen if I told you?”

Jack shook his head, “Probably not, no.”

Mac gave Jack a look and carried on with excavating. He stopped for a moment and jumped out to the next dumpster before he started his digging again.

“Jack.”

“Huh?”

“I need something to, uh, to inflate. Kinda like a balloon but it doesn’t have to be exactly like it. Just, something to blow air into and tie off at the end.”

“Right, yeah. I know how a balloon functions.”

Mac ignored Jack’s snark and the older agent turned to search for the requested item in the restaurant itself when an idea struck him.

“Would a condom work?”

Mac paused, “Yeah, that’d work.”

Jack moved the junk to his other hand and reached into his back pocket and pulled out the aforementioned condom, handing it to Mac. Mac looked at the condom and then at Jack. “Why…?”

Jack smirked and raised his eyebrows suggestively.

Mac shook his head, “Never mind. Don’t need to know.”

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Mac still had a few more weeks of recovery ahead of him. The PT was going well and the burns on his hands seemed like they wouldn't scar too bad, if at all.

Despite all the progress he’d made, it was still a struggle to move his hands. And for Mac, that was torture.

Bending his fingers too quickly was painful and some objects were rough against his still healing skin. It all made Mac upset and Jack saw just how upsetting it was.

They were sitting on Mac’s couch, Jack pretending to watch a movie while he sneakily eyed Mac as the man in question got lost in his own head. His fingers seemed to twitch even more now that they were hurting and Jack knew Mac would do anything for some kind of distraction.

So, the delta reached into his pocket and pulled out a mesh stress ball. He’d put it in there while at the store, completely forgetting about it, and ended up stealing it; he’d picked it up in the first place with the intent of giving it to Mac at some point anyway.

Jack reached over for Mac’s hand and gently turned it over to place the ball in his palm. Mac gave him a tired look but started squeezing the ball. He continued squeezing after several moments and once Jack realized he’d done good, he turned back to the movie, glancing at Mac occasionally, seeing him still slowly squishing the ball.

Not even thirty minutes go by before a faint pop! sounded from the general area of Mac and something warm and slimy smacked Jack in the face. Jack looked over to his partner and saw a trail of green slime inching down his face from his hair, his eyes squeezed shut, and a now deflated stress ball in his hands.

“Mac.”

“Sorry.”

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Jack popped out of cover, getting three shots off before the guys on the other side of the warehouse got a few shots off themselves and he fell back behind the box he and Mac were using for protection.

“Anytime now, Mac!”

“Working on it!” Mac was very clearly working on it. Jack wasn’t sure the exact details of what “it” was but he was promised something explosive and that was all he needed.

The firefight continued as Mac took his time building his makeshift bomb. He looked up at hearing the click of Jack’s now empty gun. That was the last clip too.

“Mac!”

“Just another second!”

The goons were still firing their weapons from their places scattered about the “abandoned” building but they were likely to realize soon that the dudes who interrupted their illegal activities had stopped firing back.

“Okay, okay. Done!” Mac said as a bullet ricocheted past his head. He reached behind him to the matchbook he planned to use to light. “Oh, dammit.”

“What? What’s the problem?”

Mac picked up the matchbook, soaking wet after it had managed to land in a small puddle of water, now completely useless. The pair looked at each other and Jack was a little worried at the slight fear in Mac’s eyes. The bullet storm from the baddies had all but ended and then Jack remembered.

He frantically went for one of his inner jacket pockets and pulled out several loose matches, quickly handing them to Mac. A look of surprise replaced Mac’s scared one as he lit a match.

“The moment I throw this, run.”

“Don’t gotta tell me twice, hoss.”

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It was unfortunate how used to the scents and sounds of a hospital they were. It practically came with the job, being in a hospital waiting room, if not the hospital bed itself.

Riley had been shot. She was currently in surgery and the doctor who’d talked to the two other agents had assured them that if all went well, she would be fine.

Jack remained worried, of course. It was his job to worry, after all. Mac was worried too but it was obvious by his pacing he was feeling guilty as well.

Riley had shielded him from the bullet. It was supposed to hit him. Now she was the one in surgery, getting a bullet removed from her back when it should’ve been him. She didn’t deserve this.

Jack had been watching him like a hawk the whole time. Mac knew he was making him worry, which just made him feel worse. He shouldn’t be making Jack worry about both his kids, especially when one was more deserving of that worry than the other. Mac's unhealthy train of thought came to a stop when Jack spoke up.

“Hey, Mac.” Jack motioned to the seat next to him and Mac sat down, avoiding eye contact.

They sat in silence for a moment before Jack reached into his front pocket and pulled out a paperclip. He moved it in front of Mac’s face, making sure he saw it, before he started talking again.

“I’m willing to bet that there’s no way in hell you can bend this into…the Eiffel Tower.”

Mac scoffed, “Jack, you’ve seen me do it before.”

“The hell I have!”

“You have! We were in Paris trying to take down that arms dealer, remember?”

“Nope. Not ringing any bells.”

Jack smiled and Mac smiled back. The younger agent knew what his partner was up to and Jack knew he knew. Mac took the paperclip, happy to be distracted, and started bending it.

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It was their first mission without Jack.

If anyone had noticed that the jacket Mac was wearing was Jack’s, no one acknowledged it.

It was a little too big on him, but that was okay. It was comforting, in a way. It felt like Jack was still there. Still protecting him.

During their mission, Mac had made a mistake. He hadn’t been able to focus properly since…well. A man had come at him with a knife and Mac froze. Luckily for him, Desi actually took her job seriously.

A good helping of blood had landed on Mac and therefore also on the jacket.

Mac didn’t want to wash the jacket. It still smelled like gunpowder and leather. Like Jack. But it was also starting to smell like blood and Mac was sure Jack wouldn’t be too happy about a bloodied jacket when he came back.

If he came back.

He’d eventually made up his mind and decided to wash the jacket.

Mac knew from experience that putting something in the wash before checking the pockets could lead to some kind of catastrophe, so he decided to empty out the pockets. He opened the zipper of one of the inner pockets and pulled out a folded piece of paper, simply labeled Mac. The man in question looked at it curiously, flipping it over and back before he folded it open.

Hey Mac,

I’m sorry I broke my promise. You should know that I didn’t want to leave if I didn’t have to. I know this seems like something I don’t have to leave for but, trust me, I do. Irregardless, my place will always be by your side. And don’t you worry, I promise I’ll be back as quick as I can. If you’ll have me, of course. Tell the others I love them.

Love you kid,

Jack

Mac wondered if Jack had anticipated Mac taking his clothes or if this was something he was supposed to read at all.

Either way, the short note brought some comfort to Mac, like his partner was still checking up on him despite his absence.

Mac slipped the note in his back pocket and put the jacket in the wash, a smile of his face.

#luke writes #2k words #(rounding up)#macgyver #macgyver 2016 #gen #mac & jack #angus macgyver #jack dalton #riley mention #desi mention #fluff #light angst #5 + 1 scenario #caring jack #comfortember 2020

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Small gestures that aren’t small for me

Took the courage to write my first OT13 series (not sure what to call this tbh). Will post updates per birth year then the maknaes. Enjoy!

You like this, right? So, here you go.

You were greeted by a paper bag when you arrived at your work desk on Monday morning. You checked the note first to make sure it’s supposed to be yours.

The note immediately put a smile on your face. It reads ‘I love you, will see you this afternoon. Love, Cheol.’

You opened the bag and saw the scarf that you have been eyeing at the store. You immediately sent a text to Cheol to say thank you.

“You’re welcome. I noticed that you checked it for a long time at the store and figured you’d really like to have it. I’m happy you loved it.”

“Yeah, I was trying to save up for it. I appreciate it, babe. Thanks again.” You replied.

“You are always welcome. Stay warm, baby and I’ll see you later. Let’s pick up dinner and go to the dorm, the boys have a lot of souvenirs for you from our Japan trip.” You wore the scarf around your neck and caught a whiff of Cheol’s perfume. You smiled to yourself. You can’t wait for work to be over so you can see your boyfriend.

Leaning on your shoulder with back hugs

Jeonghan is known to be a sweet guy. He loves to tease people around him of course, but he’s really affectionate. He’d like to have you beside him always when you go out with the boys.

Today too where you’re currently at a coffee shop. You volunteered to order since the boys just came from practice. Seungkwan came with you to catch up and talk about the latest drama series that you both are watching.

While you were so enthusiastically telling him about the spoiler for next week’s episode, you felt someone approaching. A littler later, Hannie’s chin is on your shoulder and his arms around your waist, he’d always like to give you back hugs, and he loves receiving those from you just as much.

“Ahh hyung seriously, can noona and I just have some time to talk drama?” The younger complained.

“Why, talk to her I won’t say anything, I’ll just listen.” You and Seungkwan both know that’s not going to happen.

“You’re so clingy, hyung, one day I’ll kidnap her so we can just watch our favorite shows without interruption.” SK complained.

“Yah, you can try. This one’s not going anywhere without me.” Hannie kissed your cheek and tighten his grip.

“You koala. Go back there, I’ll be with you shortly.” You pushed him away and ignored his whining. “I love you, I’ll tell you the newest gossip I got from Seungkwan.”

“I knew it! You two are so exhausting. Be thankful I love you both.” SK glared at you both.

Opening every door for you

Joshua loves to tell people he’s Seventeen’s gentleman. Well, he is. He’s particularly attentive too, especially to you. But what always warms your heart is the way he likes to open doors for you. Even if you’re walking ahead of him, his hands would always reach for the door handle first.

You would always say thank you to him at first then he said its his pleasure. Now, you two would exchange smiles when he opens doors for you.

Today you joined him and his brothers to dinner. They’re celebrating their last tour in Japan and decided to eat at a restaurant. It went great and you all had a fun time.

On your way out, you noticed that the members walked at the back while you and Josh are walking in front. Josh reached for your hands while his other hand is in his pocket. He smiled to you first before opening the door. What you both didn’t know is the other members’ plan. They all went after you, giving Josh their sweetest smiles. Your boyfriend didn’t have a choice but to continue holding the door until the last member, shaking his head while he laughs.

“You guys suck.” He said to his brothers.

“Our Joshy is so sweet. You really are a gentleman. Seventeen approved.” Cheol announced while nodding his head.

#Seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagines #seventeen ot13 #choi seungcheol #yoon jeonghan #joshua hong #svt scoups #svt jeonghan #svt joshua #seventeen x reader #seventeen x y/n #seventeen 95 line

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mountsmason · 2 years

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Tiring Secrets; Part 1

summary: you have been secretly dating Mason for six months but you've had enough of the secrecy and lies so you decide to give him a taste of his own medicine.

pairing: mason mount x reader

a/n: my first ever fic request, hope I've done it justice @yourmypurpose <33

You and Mason had been dating for 6 months and it was pure bliss up until recently. He insisted that the relationship should be kept under wraps, away from the public eye. Initially you agreed, but you had never thought that also included his friends and family. On the odd occasion you did bump into his friends, Mason would simply say that you're a friend of his sister’s. He would act like a stranger to you in public, whereas behind closed doors was entirely a different story.

Mason would sneak up behind you as you would cook and start peppering you with kisses on your neck, and things would escalate pretty fast— long story short, the food would get burnt and you would have to order takeaway. He was beyond considerate, knowing how to take care of you when you had a bad day at work or unbearable period pains. Mason was the perfect boyfriend. Maybe that's why you agreed to the whole secrecy of your relationship for so long.

Date nights were spent at either his house or yours. Cooking dinner together or ordering takeaway and watching a movie. As much as you loved it just being the two of you in your own little bubble, you sometimes wished that he would take you to a fancy restaurant or even to the cinema.

You were on your lunch break when you decided to give Mason a call and talk about your plans for tonight. It was his turn to cook which usually means that he would be making his chicken pasta with his secret sauce. And you would choose tonight’s film, which was obviously going to be a Marvel one.

“Who’s that Mase?” one of his teammates asked in the background as Mason picked up the call.

“No-one important mate, just my sister’s friend,” he replied nonchalantly as he went to another room to talk to you.

There it was again.

No-one important. Just my sister’s friend.

It wasn’t easy hearing that time and time again, each time wounding you deeper. You suddenly didn’t want to talk to him anymore.

“Hey, is everything okay?”

“Yeah, sorry, my boss is calling me, Mase, I’ve got to go,” you hung up the phone quickly and put it down on the table, taking a deep breath as you stared at the lock screen of you and Mason. It was a mirror selfie of you and him, his face buried in your neck to keep face hidden.

You drove straight to Mason’s after working overtime, ready to collapse on the sofa and spend the evening cuddling with Mason. When you unlocked the door to his place, you went straight to the kitchen, assuming that Mason would be cooking the pasta, but the kitchen was empty.

You went upstairs to his bedroom, surprisingly finding him all dressed up.

“You didn't have to put that much effort for date night," you joked.

“Ha, funny, I'm gonna meet the boys for a drink,” he laughed dryly, fixing his hair in the mirror.

“But it’s date night,” this isn't the first time he's bailed on you, and it was starting to bother you.

“We can rearrange,”

“Or how about I come along too so you can finally introduce me to your friends?” a glint of hope in your voice.

“It’s just gonna be us lads, another time maybe,”

“Oh okay,” you brushed it off, like you always do, hiding your hurt behind that fake smile you've gotten all too used to.

Mason walked downstairs, ready to leave, with his phone in his hand with the loudspeaker on.

“The club we always go to, yeah, right I’ll see you in 5,” Mason confirmed with his friend as he opened the front door.

“Mase, we’re gonna find you someone, you ain't leaving alone tonight, I promise you that mate,” Mason hung up the call, looking flustered.

“What the fuck was that about?" you gave him a look that said it all.

“Nothing he’s just kidding, Y/N listen-" he reached out to reassure you but you moved away from his touch, crossing your arms.

“Just go, he’s waiting for you,” you were beyond pissed off and nothing Mason could say would make you feel better. So he left as you heard his car drive off.

In a spur of the moment decision, you texted your friend.

Y/N: you up for some drinks?

Y/F/N: always 😏😈🤪

The taxi pulled up just outside the club Mason always goes to. You paid the driver as you stepped out with your friend. The tight dress you were wearing hugged you in all the right places, a dress that was practically screaming that you're single.

It didn’t take your friend long to find someone and take them to the dance floor. So you decided to have a drink at the bar, seeing a familiar face.

Mason and a few of his friends were sitting at the bar, enjoying some drinks.

There was a spare seat next to one of Mason's friends, so it would make sense for you to sit there. You ordered your drink when someone offered to pay for it, that someone being Mason's friend.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Mason looked over at you with wide eyes and confusion.

“Getting a few drinks with some friends," friend actually, but he didn’t need to know that.

“You two know each other?” his friend looked at you, and then Mason.

Mason hesitated, and at that moment, it was time to give him a taste of his own medicine.

“Yeah he’s my friend’s brother,” taking a sip of your drink, trying your hardest to hide your smirk.

Mason stared at you in utter disbelief, a feeling you were very familiar with.

“Mason, are you not going to introduce your sister’s friend to all of us?,” one of his other friends called out.

That’s when you realised that Mason lied to you about it just being the lads going for a drink as some of them were there with their girlfriends. You couldn’t believe how blatantly he lied about it, when all you’ve ever done is be honest with him. Then, for a brief second, your wondered what else he might have lied about. But instead of wallowing in self pity, you downed your drink and ordered another one. It was going to be a long night.

Mason sat at the bar as you flirted with his friend, as he would lean in close to whisper something that was not at all amusing, yet you would laugh as if it was the funniest thing you had ever heard. You ignored Mason the entire night as you felt his gaze burning into you.

Eventually he had enough of everything as you saw him leave the club. That’s when you knew you had taken it too far.

“I’m gonna go get some air,” you explained to Mason’s friend, rushing outside.

When you stepped outside into the cool breeze of the night, Mason was pacing around, but stopped in his tracks when he saw you.

“Do you wanna explain to me what the fuck all that was?” He was furious.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you pretended to be clueless.

“Why were you flirting with him?” Hands running through his hair in frustration.

“I wasn’t-”

“Don’t you dare try denying it Y/N, I was fucking sat right there the entire time!”

“It’s not nice, is it? Being treated like that,” you admitted.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You rolled your eyes in response.

"That anger and frustration you’re feeling right now, that’s exactly how I feel every time you go out, the rumours and pictures the next day of you and some girl. Every time you refuse to acknowledge that I’m not your sister’s friend but your fucking girlfriend,”

“I do that to protect you!”

“That’s bullshit Mason, I don't need protection from anyone! Or maybe it’s not that, maybe you’re embarrassed of me that’s why you want to keep me hidden,”

“That’s a fucking lie,”

“Is it though? Then explain to me why you didn’t bring me along with you today, when your other friends were sat there with their girlfriends,”

Mason was silent. And that told you enough.

“I tried really hard to make this work, but it fucking hurts you know,”

“Y/N… please don’t do this,” Mason's voice broke and your heart shattered into a million pieces.

“Don’t make this any harder than it needs to be Mase,” you whispered softly, your lip quivering as tears threatened to escape. With one final look, you walked away before you changed your mind.

The last thing you heard was Mason shouting “fuck" as you got into the taxi and went back to your place.

part two

#mason mount #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagine #mason mount oneshot #mason mount fic #mason mount fanfic #mason mount fluff #mason mount blurb #chelsea #chelsea fc #england nt #football #footballer imagine #mountsmasonfics

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emilio-the-dumb-wrestler · 1 year

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The body wrecker returns

Jason was your typical 22 old man. Always doing what he could to show how much of an alpha he was. But he was bad. Very bad. I had been asked to watch him for a far like I normally do. And I seen it all. Cockiness. Grabbing his dick out in public. Always showing off his body. I even heard him go on a long rant with some of his friends about how much he couldn’t stand Latino people. And I just stood there. Listening. Absorbing all the information I needed to really wreck his body. When he got up to walk back to his car that’s when I got him. And took over. His friends didn’t even know anything was different as I waved goodbye at them while Jason slept in his subconscious mind. On the way home I got hungry for the first time in a long time. Not having a body does that to you. So pulled over and walked into a Mexican restaurant. Jason hated Mexican food. As he sat there scrolling through Jason’s phone he got more information about the body he possessed. Strict schedules he went by. Even on his tumblr page i could see all his likes and even some of his dislikes as i went through chat messages. Jason had some serious issues. Well I literally chuckled as I was about to give him some more. And a lot of them. Before I left the restaurant I had already applied and been approved for 5 credit cards. 10k Max on everyone. Turns out Jason had some really good credit. Too bad he was just an ass hat. He would have been a fun body me to control for a while.

When I got back to Jason’s apartment … or rather mine. I took a picture. I wanted to make sure we had a copy of the progress that I was going to make on him.

Damn I looked good. Again. It’s a shame that Jason was such an ass hole. My first order of business. I made some appointments. Some that Jason would have never made. I had an appointment scheduled tomorrow with the local doctor. And I even messaged my fitness trainer and fired him. There no need for him anymore. He messaged me back saying something about a breach of contract but I just went ahead and blocked him. Not my problem after all right ? I went through my new wardrobe. Muscle shirts. Shorts. Haha anything to show off my hot body. I went ahead and ordered some more food to be delivered to house. Even went to the store next door and got some beer and pigged out. I rubbed my abs the whole time abs chuckled as I poked each one and said “good bye little guy”! I even went ahead and ordered some carbo gain mass gaining shake from online. The next morning I got up and finished the food from the night before. Practicing poking my belly out. I went to the doctor in the socket by building that we agreed to meet at. And when I walked in he just raised an eye brow as he let out a breathe of smoke from his cigarette he was smoking. “You look nothing like what I expected.” We spoke for a little bit about what I am was looking for. Life altering. Permanent. Different. Everything I knew that would get his attention. I had done my homework. Doc had his license taken away for doing life altering operations on people he felt needed punishing. And I was no different. “Doc. In the end. I don’t want to look like this. I want to be entirely different. And that’s all I needed to seal my fate. And shortly after we were already making plans. I gave him 3 of my credit cards for payment. He gave me some medicine to take and my world went dark. I couldn’t wait for this. I woke up my face hurting and I was morning from the pain. “Don’t tell you’ve changed your mind now”. Said the doc as he pressed against my arm. I could feel his hard shaft through his pants. Yeah he really liked changing people. “Of course not. This is what I needed.” He chuckled and said “Good. You’re surgery went much better than I expected. Maybe because you’re so willing .” I sat up and grabbed some glasses. I waived myself out and the doctor only said “let me know when your done with this change you’ve set your mind on. I’d love to see the end “ and with that I gave him the finger pistols.

When I got back to the apartment I had just finished making the biggest Changes for Jason. Now I had to work on everything else. I went online and my favorite boosters were now on the way. I looked in the mirror. Jason I hope you remember you life well because when you’re back in control it will be extremely different. Over the next few weeks while Jason’s face healed i continued to take the bulking agents. Drinking my carbo gaining shakes. Making sure that i was doing specific things to Jason’s body that would last for good. One of the shots that I started taking made my white skin begin to darken. That with some lotion and heavy tanning I started to look like a different race. I was fully prepared for this on day one when I got back to Jason’s apartment. I was going to do everything in my power to make his what he truely hated. A fat Hispanic man. I even started to process to change his name. I thought Jason was too Americanized. Not one that was going to fit this body when I was done. José was more fitting. I took the bandages off at the end of the first month and was shocked. The doctor did good ! Jason would never pass as American again. Plump lips. Accentuated cheek bones. He even changed the way my eyes were. Making them look for Latin. And my nose was the best part. It was no longer thin but bulbous and round. A perfect Latin nose. I was nearing 2 months in this body when I got a call that I had to go ASAP and fix someone else. So with the last few thousand dollars I had I called the doctor again. Again I met him in his hotel room and he was shocked to see the work I had done. I was joe a dark man. One that we oukd easily pass for his panic. And from his previous work I now looked liked one too. “I need you to do something a little drastic to me. See I need you to make this” I cradle my small belly “bigger. And if you can I need you to really fatten up my face. And I need you to really thin this out ” I said pointing to the hair on my head. The doc had a noticeable boner when I said this and of course he agreed to it. Again I took the pill. Right before the doc told me that these would be some seriously permanent change she was about to make. Over the next few days I lay asleep as the doctor change me some more. Adding fat here and there. He had managed to put a sac in my stomach that he continued to add a mixture of his own ingredients to would permanently bull this body up. When he finally pulled out the hose it left a scar on my belly button making it puff out slightly. The mixture over time would sit like cement. Becoming a part of me. Permanently hard and round. My face had ballooned in size. When I did ally walked out the room a few days later I had been successful in making sure that Jason would never pass as American. All his cards now had a new name. Even when I got back to my apartment I seen that I now has a deep male pattern baldness line. I had effectively turned this man from an American into a full blown Hispanic daddy. All at the age of 22. Even though he now looked much older than that. I took one last check to try and shake my dick. Nope. Impossible now. One of the final touches to his transformation. I struggled to put some Speedo’s on but when I did I went to the beech down the street. When I left Jason body he there. Surrounded by people. People he had hated for his whole life. And I made sure he was standing near a mirror. So he could see full and well what he would look like from here on out. When I left him he was crying. My work was done.

April 18th, 2021 8:22pm bodywrecker race change

#bodywrecker #race change #maletransformation

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blametheeditor · 18 days

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A Song Without Its Lyrics

Prompt Roulette By Title

Character A's best friend, Character B, is mute. That sure as hell doesn't stop Character B from somehow being the brightest, most expressive person starring in Character A's life.

Content Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of treating others as lesser than. Mentions of calling others 'pests'. Mentions of select mutism. Mentions of death and murder. Mentions of being apathetic

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“If you just listen for two seconds-”

“Why should I? Everything you’ve said up until this point has been worthless.”

Vincent almost wants to yawn, watching the conversation between Scott and David go in yet another circle. Not that he cares if an agreement is made tonight. No one knows he’s even here, and he wouldn’t have bothered to show up if William hadn’t commanded him to make sure the negotiations didn’t get too out of hand.

Literally. The owner of Fazbear Corporation might be worried a certain egotistical employee will abuse the fact he’s a giant and therefore grab a certain ‘supervisor’ who’s small enough to fit in the palm of his hand in the heat of the moment, but Vincent knows that wouldn’t happen. Not when pests don’t deserve to so much as even look at him, none the less have the honor to be held by him.

Though, ‘negotiations’ is a bit of a stretch. Scott has been negotiating and trying his hardest to get David on the same page. It’s David who refuses to budge, finding every excuse imaginable to disagree with something he might have even thought of but refuses to give in solely based on principle.

It’d be admirable and entertaining if it wasn’t so childish. To be honest, Vincent’s unsure what they’re even discussing currently, nor the original reason why Scott, Eggs, and David met up at Freddy Fazbear’s.

Personally, at this point, he’d take Eggs out of timeout to contribute to see if anything can get done tonight, even if it’s something as simple as setting up a schedule for every restaurant on when the mechanic can run diagnostic checks and fix anything that’s needed. It might not even be part of the agenda, but at least it’d be something.

“Look, we need to work together on this, and-”

“I don’t want to hear another word,” David interrupts yet again. Which is a bad look all around, using the fact his voice can overpower Scott’s effortlessly to gain complete control over the situation. But Vincent isn’t here to be a babysitter, or report to William the man that was hired partly for PR is nothing but a bully behind closed doors. If Scott can’t handle such petty tactics then he’ll need to learn how. “William might listen to your idiotic suggestions, but it’s clear you have no idea what you’re doing considering I’m here. So shut up and let me work.”

Despite being several feet away from where Scott stands on a table in order to be on an ‘equal level’, though the attempt is completely ruined by the fact David’s standing to ensure his shadow is cast over the miniscule figure, Vincent can see the sandy haired man’s expression clearly. Every shift as the look goes from fear, to anger, to despair, finally landing on determination.

I’m not going to shut up. You are going to sit down and we are going to converse like God damn adults.

It’s only when David doesn’t respond with confusion written all over his face does Vincent realize Scott had signed the words rather than say them out loud.

And then Vincent isn’t hiding in the shadows at Freddy Fazbear’s, waiting for the business man to react. Instead, he’s sitting at a table. In a different though similar restaurant. With a much younger Scott Cawthon sitting beside his hand. One that isn’t purple. Without a single look of trepidation aimed toward it.

...it’s been a while since he thought about his life before William.

“Did I do something to earn the silent treatment?” he had asked. Gently poked Scott in the attempt to get some kind of reaction. Because it was the first time his best friend wasn’t ranting about how a mother blew up on him even though her ire was directed toward another coworker. Or excitedly discussing the fact their bosses were working on a new project and they’ll be one of the first ones to see it.

It concerned him. Scott was the only one who saw Vincent’s words and actions as more than just him being an annoying asshole. And he didn’t want to lose the human’s friendship if he crossed a line somewhere.

He was glad he didn’t receive a glare or a yell for demanding attention when it clearly didn’t want to be given. But even though the headshake given was immediate and decisive, nothing was said. Which meant he was still worried, just for different reasons.

The worst part was the fact Scott looked so upset, panicked, and yet still not a single word was spoken.

“Has the free food left you speechless?” Vincent mused. “We have it, what, a minimum of five times a week if not more? But this time it managed to blow your mind how amazing reheated frozen pizza can be?” He hadn’t thought about it before, considering it’s not something you really focus on, but it was then he realized just how expressive Scott was. Maybe because he’s human, and being around giants has you unconsciously doing everything in your power to always be heard or noticed. It meant Scott should never play poker or else lose all of his money, but it also made it easy to see the relief that Vincent wasn’t upset. As well as the cautious hope that slowly began to appear.

Vincent was happy to continue. Tapped his chin as he hummed in thought. “Going for a world record, then? Longest without saying anything?”

Scott rolled his eyes dramatically with a look of ‘really?’.

“Hey, I won’t judge. But don’t expect me to help, you’ve got to time it yourself.”

It was so brief, a blink and you’ll miss it moment, and it didn’t help just how small the human is. But Scott looked hurt by his words.

Which meant Vincent swept him up. There wasn’t even a yelp, but a finger was hugged in order for Scott to steady himself from the sudden action. Looked up at the giant with worry.

“We’re watching a movie at my place.”

“I’m sorry,” had been the first thing Scott said to him the next day.

It pissed Vincent off his best friend felt the need to apologize for something that seemed out of his control. Wanted to find whoever put the idea Scott should be ashamed of it and punch them in the face. “What for? I thought we had a great time of you silently agreeing all of my opinions are correct and should never be challenged.”

There was a wince, but there was also a smile. “I, uh, kn-know it’s annoying.”

“Annoying?” Vincent asked. “Unless it’s annoying for you, it’s anything but annoying for me.”

“You weren’t, but I, I couldn’t-” Scott sputtered, looked genuinely confused. “H-How?”

“Adds to your charm, Scotty,” Vincent smirked. “Like your stutters.”

He didn’t ask why. And Scott didn’t tell him.

But the next time it happened several months later he sat the human down. Forcefully. Because Scott avoided him for as long as possible before the giant managed to snag him. “Do you know ASL, Scotty?”

That stopped Scott from running away. Which was best for all of them considering all Vincent had to do was pin him without any effort.

He was suspicious, uncertain why that was the first thing asked, but shook his head no.

“Then you and I are going to learn it.”

Because even though Vincent knew how to sign and read important phrases, and could go through the very tedious process of conversing by spelling every single word out, he was far from fluent. But he would like to be. He wanted to for a while ever since he learned in order to make sure every child could be included whenever the band started to play. Giving Scott a voice when his own didn’t work was just the last push he needed.

To be honest, Scott would’ve been fine on his own without learning any sign language. It’s impossible to misinterpret what the human was saying considering just how expressive he was, but there would be scenarios when being able to say what you mean and want would be crucial.

And there did come a time when Scott’s only words was strictly through signing. When William came into their lives. When the human could no longer express any kind of emotion.

When Vincent finally realized what took his best friend’s voice away.

That’s why, for the first time in years, Vincent feels a wave of protection grip him with an iron fist as he fully registers why Scott is suddenly signing instead of speaking despite the fact David wouldn’t be able to read it. Because his voice has been stolen away. And this is the only way to say what he wants to.

A far cry from before when all he could do was obey without a way to fight back.

Vincent’s body is moving before he can tell it to, stepping out of the shadows with the intent to kill David where he-

“Oooooh, are you gonna take that, David?” Eggs suddenly asks, looking up at the giant with a wicked grin. Manages to freeze Vincent in place by words alone.

“Take what?” the business man demands.

“Scott telling you to sit down and stop being an asshole!”

Vincent feels the pounding rage slowly subside until he’s backing into the shadows again before any of them manage to spot him. Stares at the blond human who was able to make sure Scott was heard.

“No I’m not going to take it. He knows nothing about keeping a restaurant running properly.”

I’m not saying I do, I’m saying there’s things you should know about the building Afton hasn’t told you about.

Scott started signing halfway through David’s growl, but Eggs had been watching to listen to both. “Scott’s got a good point, though. William might have trap doors lying around.”

David stares down at them. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Sit down and Scott’ll explain!”

Surprisingly, the giant does. Grumbling all the while, but he does. “Explain about the possibility of trap doors.”

No trap doors, but it’s worse than that.

“The vent’s were replaced with snakes!”

No.

Vincent ignores the rest of the conversation. Feels his entire body finally relax. Left to try and understand what happened, and why there’s a small piece of him that hadn’t been there before that’s still wanting to go to Scott’s side.

With it clear Eggs is acting as a mediator, the purple man quickly makes his way out of the building before turning down the sidewalk leading to William’s office. Knowing that in a few hours, Scott will join him to report what was able to get accomplished. Because nothing has changed. William’s word is law with Vincent and Scott his messengers to obey every word said to them without hesitation.

So why does it feel like he’s losing his best friend.

#I haven't done a Bingo prompt in a hot minute #and while I'm motivated to write there's been a clash between time and energy #so no continuation on the big stories this week #but I'm working to have one out next!#as long as other responsibilities don't take up all my free time again #that's mine dang it #have a good weekend!#FNAF bois #g/t #giant #tiny #Prompt Roulette By Title #L3 #BTE writing #cw #content warning

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