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all the cecil wtnv hype has reminded me that i've literally never listened to wtnv even though i really want to. i wish more people put meaningful effort into transcribing or visualizing podcasts because i would love to experience wtnv or taz or like a million other podcasts but i cannot listen to podcasts for the fucking life of me
#morrisounds#'have you tried-' yes 'well what about-' yep 'maybe if you-' tried it#'well i always-' thats nice doesn't work#pre AND post medication#i always either zone out because i get too focused on something else#or whatever's crosswired in my brain turns perfectly understandable words into alphabet soup after being put in a blender#i wish i could experience these things but all transcripts are either 1:1 spoken word (which yeah thats good they should be but#when you're trying to read them without being able to listen along you miss out) or nonexistent
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I absolutely love the idea that Danny kills the Joker (because creepy clowns eww) and Jason happens to walk in right as he's panicking all over the place. Danny is desperately trying to explain it was an accident, while Jason's over here simultaneously feeling the best he's ever felt since his revival and falling head over heels in love at the same time.
Very cute, very fun, wholesome murder, 10/10 will read every time.
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Danny: *shoving Joker's body behind dumpster in a panic*
Jason: "Is that a dead body?"
Danny, recognizing Red Hood as someone famous in the Realms for avenging murder victims: "Oh hi Mr. Hood, ma'am, sir.. See this isn't what it looks like, it was a total accident I swear on half my life!"
Jason: "Half your wha-"
Danny, still in shock: It's just he was being all creepy, and I've had bad experiences with clowns before, I and then this one had a gun so I pushed him a bit, didn't mean to kill the dude, honestly!"
Jason: *walks over to check body*
Danny: "Soo, total accident, and I don't feel like being arrested, so I'm gonna go.."
Jason, realizing that is indeed the Joker lying dead behind a dumpster: "Hang on, at least give me-"
Jason turning around and seeing his saviour has vanished: "Damn, didn't even get his number."
...
Jason: *giddily takes selfie with corpse*
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Jason: *patrolling in relative peace when he sees some random guy and the flipping Joker in an alley, said Joker has a gun pulled on the poor guy*
Jason: *about to swing in to save the day and take out the Joker*
Danny, faced with a clown pointing a gun at his head while ranting about all the creepy things he's gonna do: "Yea no that's not gonna fly"
Danny: *Goes full on eldritch abomination and eats the Joker's soul, leaving his body as a lifeless husk*
Jason, standing at the mouth of the alley in disbelief:
Danny, turning back into his human form: "Oh eww, so not worth it, that guy tasted terrible."
Jason: *frantically straightens his jacket, tries to fix his hair and realizes his helmet's in the way, then strikes a pose and tries to look natural*
Danny: *turns around and realizes he's not alone*("omg is that Red Hood?")
Jason, using all his rizz: "Hey there handsome, don't suppose you'd let me treat you to some dessert after a meal like that? There's a place down the street ;)"
Danny: "..What?"
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Alternatively, Danny and Jason were already dating but got into an argument.
Danny, walking down a street brooding thinking: "Man, I've got to figure out how to make it up to Jason, chocolates, flowers, maybe get him a book, hmmm.."
Joker: *creepy giggling as he yanks a random kid that looks like he could possibly be a Wayne into alleyâą*
Danny, eyes lighting up: "Ohh yes you'll be perfect, thanks dude :]"
Joker: "Wh-"
..20 minutes later..
Danny, walking into his and Jason's apartment: "Babe! I'm sorry about earlier, but I have something to make it up to you!"
Jason, peeking around the corner with a frown: "Well whatever it is it's not just gonna fix- is that the fucking Joker?"
Danny: "Yep! Don't worry he only looks dead cause I'm holding his soul hostage right now, I thought you should get to do the honours <3"
Jason:
Danny:
Jason:
Danny: "...I have chocolates and that book you wanted to read as well..?"
Jason: "Marry me"
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Mmmhhh yes I love this trope so much!!
#dpxdc#dp x dc prompt#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#danny phantom#dcu#jason todd#dead on main#dpxdc prompt
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mdni. req by anon: pleaseeeeeee more innocent Jungwon with a dom Heeseung or Jake that gets jealous and ruins everything for him..like imagine Jungwon is finally going to lose his virginity to Y/N and Heeseung/Jake finds them in the act then decides to make him sit and watch how to do it correctly..
wc: 1.4k
tags: virginity loss, jungwon is jake's brother and jake is ur ex bf, reader is a whore we love her, voyeurism, exhibitionism
Itâs not that heâs doing it wrong, itâs just that he doesnât have the confidence to own the way he moves his body.
Jungwon, your favorite person in the world. Your ex boyfriendâs brother, who you simply couldnât leave behind after the break up. Yeah, probably not an ideal situation youâre in right now but itâs still a situation that feels right.
Sure, hanging out at your ex boyfriendâs house was weird at first but all three of you just kind of got used to it after Jake realized thereâs no getting rid of you for as long as he lives there with his brother. Exhausting? Yes. Annoying? So fucking annoying.
Itâs not that Jake minds you being around. After all, heâs not the one who wanted to break up. You broke up with him. Imagine how he felt just four days after the break up, walking into his house and seeing you lounging on the couch as if he was still allowed to pounce on you. He couldnât do that, of course. For one, because youâre not his girlfriend anymore, and secondly, because his bitch-ass little brother was always crowded up next to you on the couch.Â
You guys werenât that close he originally thought. At least throughout your relationship with him, Jungwon was never clinging to you like this. So, really, Jake doesnât mind being able to still see you. What he minds is the fact that youâre here to see his little brother, and itâs a bitâŠ
WellâŠ
It doesnât sit very well with him when it comes to the way you now interact. Like, really? Youâre gonna break up with him over some shitty excuse of âwe just arenât on the same path in lifeâ only to run and cling to his little brother? As if Jungwon knows what path heâs on either? Hell, the guy only just chose his major after a full semester at your college.Â
Exhausting. Thatâs what the two of you are. And Jake tries his fucking hardest to not witness you when youâre over.Â
That is, until it becomes far too difficult. Until that pit in his stomach bubbles up with envy so draining that he canât help but barge into the room.Â
âLike this?â Jake had heard his brotherâs broken voice through the door that he should not have been listening through.Â
Hearing Jungwon sound like that isnât exactly new. After all, he always sounds embarrassing when a girl is around. Jake really would have just rolled his eyes and went back to his room if it werenât for what he heard next.
âDoes it feel good when I do this?â Jake heard this time, Jungwonâs voice coming out in more of a breathy moan.Â
âYeah, so goodââ You responded with your own moan.Â
âAhâitâs so warmââ
And for a split second, Jake wondered if maybe you guys were doing massages or something. Trying to make sense of why the fuck youâre in there moaning alongside his brother. Surely youâre not fucking him. Jungwon is a virgin as far as Jakeâs concerned andâŠif heâs really about to lose it to you, thatâs beyond crossing a boundary.Â
Both of you should know better.Â
So, naturally, Jake doesnât even knock.Â
The door swings open with the force of a thousand suns as Jake stands there and connects the dots. Nope, no massages. Yep, thatâs your legs spread around his brother. Oh, yeah. Okay. Wow.Â
Jungwon is no longer a virgin it seems, considering his cock is clearly nestled inside of you. All the way. He saw the jerky movements of his hips just before the two of you snapped your heads to him. He saw the way you cling to Jungwon harder.Â
And the three of you just stare at each other, you frozen with your piercing gaze on Jake, Jungwonâs cock plunged into you as deep as he can go, with little pants because he can still feel you clenching around him and heâs really, really trying not to moan right now.Â
âAre you fucking joking?â Jake finally lets out, furrowing his brows and zeroing in on Jungwon. âYou decided to lose it to her of all people?â
Thereâs silence for a long while as Jungwon tries not to moan out an answer, feeling both awkward and entirely aroused because youâre still so wet, youâre still holding onto him, youâre still clenching.Â
âAnd youâre not even making her feel good?!â Jake continues as his gaze falls to you.Â
Itâs not that you look bored, or even that you were bored. Itâs just, Jake knows how you are in bed. He knows you very well, and seeing you be more in control, guiding someone else is definitely not something he thought you were into. In fact, no matter how many times the two of you would fuck, you always acted like a fucking virgin. Like his cock hurt you every single time, like you couldnât help but moan. You couldnât help but babble incoherently. You couldnât help but orgasm within the first five minutes.
Itâs the fact that he never saw this side of you, and youâre giving it to his fucking brother while taking something away from him.Â
âJakeââ You manage to get out, so turned on beyond belief that you barely recognize how awful you look in this situation. Then again, youâre no longer dating Jake. Itâs not like you cling to Jungwon because you want him instead.Â
Jungwon is justâŠreally cute and needy. Jungwon just needs some love. Jungwon was just nervous about this girl heâs supposed to meet this weekend and wanted to get some experience in.Â
Fortunately for you, and unfortunately for Jungwon, Jake could probably give less of a shit as to why youâre in here letting Jungwon fumble between your legs. If youâre gonna fuck anyone in this house, itâs gonna be him. You guys can fucking go outside otherwise.Â
âMove.â Jake says, now making his way toward the bed and practically shoving Jungwon out of you.Â
Thereâs a wet sound when he does that, Jungwon letting out both a pornographic and frustrated moan when he falls back. Jake spares no glance at him though, all he does is shove him further, all the way until he topples off of the bed.Â
You donât really care whose hands are on you though. While you wanted to be this person for Jungwon and while you feel bad that he barely got to even start, you really, really donât mind the familiar grasp of Jake. With the way he puts his hands on your knees and spreads your legs wide.Â
You blink up at him, seeing Jungwon peek at you from the edge of the bed as he keeps himself on the floor. Probably both intimated and embarrassed at whatâs happening.Â
âI canât believe you.â Jake announces now, leaning his face in between your legs and inspecting how stretched Jungwon managed to get you. âI canât believe you got this wet for him.â
You roll your eyes, clenching hard just so Jake can see that youâre still just as needy as youâve always been.Â
Jake sees it and squeezes his eyes shut with a frustrated sigh. Of course youâd do this. Of course you still want him, sexually, at least. And then he snaps around to look at Jungwon.Â
âIf you ever try to fuck her again, at least make it count.âÂ
Jungwon looks away and avoids eye contact. He knows Jake is pissed, not that he cares or anything. Itâs not like heâs not allowed to be pissed off too. Jake really just walked into the room thirty seconds after he officially lost his virginity. Of course heâs not gonna be good at fucking yet.
And Just as Jake turns back to you, whipping his cock out and sliding his fingers down the length of it to stiffen up, Jungwon tries to get up and leave quietly.Â
No, no, no.Â
âWhere do you think youâre going?â Jake asks through a seething breath, sliding into you with ease and a slight moan. âYouâre going to sit right there and watch.â
Jungwon doesnât know why he listens, but he does. He finds himself right back on the floor. His hands that were covering his cock slowly begin to palm when he keeps his eyes on you and the way you moan out for your ex boyfriend.Â
Heâs not happy right now, but you. You turn him on. He wishes so much that it isnât Jake here doing this, thatâs his brother, after all. Still, he watches. And somehow, he learns.
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you know, maybe I'm wrong, but my interpretation of Anakin/Vader and Redeemed Anakin is that he pretty much is aware he's terrible. He pretty much thinks of himself as a monster even before becoming Vader, he considers himself one as soon as he had to leave Shmi to survive as a slave alone while he got to become The Chosen One and travel the stars (his basic understanding of love is self-sacrifice), he knows the tusken massacre was bad, he knows murdering disarmed Dooku was bad; he knew turning against the jedi and helping Palpatine was bad; he's extremelly self aware of his violence and hates himself for it.
I think it's easy to think of him as nonchalant or as sort of a shameless dick about it all because his General At War Persona was to be jokey and pretend he's having fun. He's very confident on his ability for Murder (tm), he (tragically) became one of the Best general jedis in the order by becoming good at murder, he's useful when he's being murderous at the right people; so he has no doubts on his abilities on this regard; that doesn't mean he isn't aware of how fucked up and cruel it is, but he keeps doing it, and it's all he knows; he was born in violence, raised in violence, taught to yield a extremelly dangerous weapon, groomed into violence, rewarded for violence, cheered for violence, with Ahsoka then he had to teach violence, and then violence just became something that ran in his blood, it came to him easily, too easily because he was never given the means to deal with such a extreme hyperviolent paradigm. So yep, he knows he's good at murder and little self-preservation.
And he probably despised himself for it, he saw himself as less than a being with human rights, he saw himself as a weapon and he hated not being seen as a person, and at some point he became apathic about it, the fight left him as soon as he had no future with a family. As Vader his hate and anger is just cold fury, is mostly apathy and a void of emotions, there's just pain and self-disgust and regret and old anger, there's not even trying to be something else anymore, it's all he's ever been good at and all he's being asked to do.
So redeemed Anakin (which canonically just means Ghost Anakin lmao) acting oblivious or playing the dumb or victim card it's just something I can't even imagine him to do; like Anakin is aware of being violent and messed up and Bad, but he is completely unable to concieve the idea of having been a victim because besides violence, Anakin's other big trait is that he never ever processes trauma and he horrifically has a history of blaming himself instead of the people who owned him.
This guy, when he was at his best as a Jedi, was pathologically prone to suicidal missions even when it wasn't a necessity, he thinks he's an asset, a means for his superiors to impose their stance and chose to own it, instead of blaming his superiors he just hates himself because he can't stop pathetically reliving when he left his mom behind, when he carried her corpse, when he retaliated against even innocents including kids, when he hurt Padmé, all the times he failed, and the he lived in his personal, fitly created just for him, inferno and had no plans to escape it until one certain sunshine farmer showed up, and all because he thinks he deserves the torture and the abuse and being owned because he's just good at murder and nothing else.
So yeah, no one probably hates him more than himself. Someone could tell Ghost Anakin he's a monster, the worst thing that ever happened in the galaxy and he would say "Yes." And no attempts at arguing or whatsoever, his dignity couldn't be lower if he tried, he would half-heartly agree if someone like Luke said the emperor did him wrong by, y'know, torture him? But then he would also say something like "Well, yes, but cruelty is the way of the Sith, what else could be expected", he's just terribly messed up and couldn't stop himself from defending, at least a little, his literal groomer and abuser and master, and he certainly won't expect forgiveness, like,,,,at all. He can, and will, make excuses for people directly hurting him, but he also would retaliate in terrible ways against anyone, guilty or not, if it meant doing it for someone he cared about.
So Anakin is just...used to being used, and falls easily into being used because it's what he knows best, freedom feels useless and uncertain after he lost padmé.
It's an increĂble vicious circle: He worked himself hard to be useful because being useful it's what makes people like him and a means of survival, he then hates himself for being just useful and loosing his personhood, and because he hates himself and thinks he doesn't deserve any sort of...human rights, he keeps on being a mere weapon, an object, but what a good and expensive weapon at least, repeat.
So nope, this guy would be completely unable to even dare to play the victim or excuse himself, even less act as if he doesn't understand he did wrong.
#anakin skywalker#darth vader#star wars#rambling#well that was a little longer than i expected#long post
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Roommates | 9. hold onto each other
Pairing: pornstar!joel x f!reader
Chapter Summary: You build up enough courage to finally talk things out with Joel and tell him how you feel before the wedding is over.
Chapter Warnings: language, food and alcohol consumption, lots of smut (18+ MDNI), unprotected piv sex, oral (f!receiving), pussy pronouns, fluff, discussions of mental health, shower sex, mirror sex, having sex while on the phone (don't know what else to call it, also don't know if that requires a warning), thigh fucking?, dirty talk, idiots in love
WC: 7.6K
A/N: I will not apologize for what you're about to read. (It's filth. Pure, unadulterated filthy smut).
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"That is the man you were roommates with?" your mother asked enviously as she gazed at Joel across the dance floor, who was standing with another groomsman while he held up his mom's pink sparkly phone to record her dancing with Tommy.
"Yep," you said longingly, tearing your eyes away from him to look back at your mom. She tilted her head to the side and her brow furrowed ever so slightly.
"He looks familiar."
Your eyes widened and you tried your best not to scream into the palms of your hands as images of your own mother stumbling across Joel's porn filled your head.
She snapped her fingers with a smile. "Mitch and I saw him at the bar the other night! He must have been helping Tommy, he was carrying boxes of alcohol."
You shook your head. "No, Mom, that couldn't have been him."
"No, I'm certain it was. I remember even telling Mitch at the time they looked alike. And I would never forget those arms. The way they practically burst out of his T-shirt-"
"Mom!" you whined, begging her to stop.
She chuckled and took a sip of her wine. "Oh, please, let me have my fun."
You groaned and drank the rest of your champagne. Well, at least she didn't recognize him from porn.
The song changed to another ballad and you watched as Mrs. Miller kissed Tommy on the cheek before breaking away and motioning towards Joel. A small smile tugged at your lips as he pocketed her phone and took her hand before leading her around the dance floor. His face was filled with such love and adoration that it made your heart melt.
As you continued to watch Joel and his mother move around the dance floor, you felt yourself growing nervous again. Now that the cake was cut and the first dances were done, most of the significant parts of the wedding were over. Which meant soon you would need to muster the courage to talk to Joel.
Fuck, maybe you should have one more drink.
No, you didn't want to be drunk when you told him. He needed to know you meant what you said. You've done enough to him in the past year, jerking him around and unintentionally hurting his feelings. If you had any shot in hell, you had to make sure you were somewhat clearheaded.
Your mother was just finishing up her cake when she looked over your shoulder. Her eyes lit up excitedly and she straightened up in her seat, smoothing down her dress. With a frown, you turned to see what she was looking at then felt your heart skip a beat when you saw Joel approaching.
"Evenin'," he said to your mother, his voice deep and syrupy. "I'm Joel, brother of the groom." He stuck out his hand and your mother giddily handed hers over while giving her name. He brought her knuckles to his lips and she giggled, making you roll your eyes.
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you," she gushed, her cheeks tinting pink already.
"Pleasure's all mine, ma'am," he answered, dropping her hand with a smirk. She gave you a look and raised her eyebrows.
"Ma'am, did you hear that?" she loudly whispered to you.
"Yes, I am sitting right here," you said flatly.
Joel cleared his throat and you looked back up at him.
"Was wonderin' if I could have this dance," he said to you, then glanced at your mother. "If you could spare her, that is."
Your mother giggled again and waved him off. "Of course! You two have fun, I was getting ready to go home soon anyway."
You quickly said your goodbyes to your mom before allowing Joel to lead you out onto the dance floor. He took one of your hands and held it out to your side, the other sliding around your waist while you rested your hand on his shoulder with a smile.
"I'm so honored," you told him with a teasing lilt to your voice as he slowly lead you around the dance floor.
"Why?" he asked, brows furrowed.
"I haven't seen you dancing with anyone else except your mom."
He smirked and tilted his chin up to look somewhere over the top of your head. "You been watchin' me?"
Your cheeks warmed from embarrassment but you didn't really care. "Maybe."
He hummed, smirk still stretched across his lips as he looked around the banquet room, but he wasn't really looking at anyone or anything in particular.
"You look handsome."
His eyebrows shot up and he looked down at you once again. "Thank you?"
You giggled and felt his fingers grip your waist a little tighter. "Is that a question?"
He grinned and shook his head. "Tryin' to flatter me, what're you up to?"
The butterflies began to stir in your belly once again so you dropped your gaze. "Well, there is something I wanted to talk to you about."
The smile slowly slid from his face when he heard the serious tone to your voice. "Everythin' okay?"
"Y-yeah, everything's fine," you quickly assured him. Just then, Michael Bublé's voice faded out and the DJ picked a Black Eyed Peas song that instantly caused the dance floor to break out into cheers, completely ruining the atmosphere from a moment ago. "Nevermind," you said as you attempted to step away, but he tightened his grip. "I'll tell you some other time."
"Tell me now."
You winced when a handful of girls nearby began to drunkenly scream along to the lyrics. Joel looked frustrated when he finally dropped his hand from your waist but kept his other hand firmly wrapped around yours. "Follow me."
He lead you through the crowd and as you passed by your abandoned table, you grabbed your clutch. Shit. Were you really going to do this? Were you really going to pour your heart out to him in the middle of his brother's wedding? What if he shot you down? What if he got mad at you for trying to drag him into your messy life once again? What if you were about to ruin the fragile relationship you just rebuilt?
He pulled you into the lobby, which was relatively empty given the time of night, and found a small area with a few couches and chairs and a television airing the local news on mute with the closed captioning on.
"Alright," he urged when you sat down next to him on one of the couches. You could hear the bass thumping from the closed banquet room and people's laughter echoing over the music, but otherwise it was quiet. You fiddled with the hem of your dress, trying to give your nerves a chance to settle, but it was no use.
"So, I told you I've been in therapy," you began, staring down at your lap, pretending to find a loose thread in your dress.
"Mhm."
"Lately, I've been working on my insecurities and self destructive tendencies. Specifically, related to you."
His fingers that were once casually tapping on the back of the sofa suddenly stopped.
"Okay..." he said slowly.
You cleared your throat and kept your eyes pinned to your lap.
"... and your job," you added, biting the inside of your cheek. "I've been working on... learning to be okay with it. Focusing on the source of my insecurities and why I feel the way I feel about it and I think I've made some progress."
"That's... good," he told you, clearly confused. "But why are you tellin' me this?"
You sucked in a deep breath and forced yourself to look at him. He was staring at you softly with his perfect lips pouting so enticingly, giving you the final bit of courage you needed to say what you wanted to say.
"I'm telling you this because... because I want to be with you, Joel. If you'll give me another chance, I want to do this right." His expression remained unchanged so you barreled ahead. "I don't care about your job. Not anymore. I just want to be with you. You make me happy, you make me laugh, I think about you all the time." You were growing more nervous with every passing second where he didn't say anything, so you continued to fill the silence with your own rambling thoughts. "Any time something good happens, I want to call you. Any time something bad happens, I want to call you. It's always you. It's always been you. And I'm sorry for everything I put you through and I'm sorry it's taken me so long to fix myself, but I couldn't -"
"Stop."
Your words died in your throat at his harsh tone. Biting your lip, you closed your eyes and tried not to cry as you waited for the sting of his rejection, but to your surprise, it never came. Instead, you felt his fingers gently pinch your chin. You opened your eyes to find him leaning forward, his gaze seeming angry despite his soft touch.
"You don't need to fix yourself," he said bitterly. "You're fuckin' perfect."
You exhaled loudly, a dry chuckle slipping past your lips as you wiped away a tear or two. "I'm not."
"You are," he told you firmly before finally closing the distance between you and brushing his lips softly against yours. "You are," he whispered again and again, each sweet kiss becoming more urgent than the last. You grabbed the collar of his shirt with both hands and held him close, pressing your mouth against his tightly before leaning back and pushing your foreheads together with a smile.
"Is that a yes?" you laughed.
"'Course it is, you kiddin' me?" he said quietly before sliding his hand up to grip the back of your neck, his nose gently nudging yours, the both of you taking a few tender moments to soak everything in with matching smiles. "I should probably tell you somethin', though."
One hand dropped from his collar and you tipped your head back a fraction so you could look him in the eye. "What?"
He grinned and tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. "I quit my job."
Your eyes widened and you leaned all the way back in surprise. "What?!"
"Months ago, actually," he said with a laugh. You smacked him on the shoulder but you weren't mad. In fact, you were smiling so much it almost hurt.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
He shrugged. "I didn't wanna pressure you. You said you were workin' on yourself and all that."
Your lower lip trembled and you smacked his shoulder again, but with less force. "I can't believe you," you whispered before tugging him forward and sliding your tongue past his lips with a moan. There was something so beautiful to be had in that moment. Each of you had done something monumental to try to make it work between you and it was so moving, so powerful that you found yourself getting carried away, completely forgetting where you were as you climbed into his lap, his hands immediately dropping to squeeze your ass. But who could blame you, when you've waited so long for that moment?
Joel pulled his head back with a sharp inhale, breaking the kiss when he heard a door across the lobby open and close. "Do you... we oughta... they're probably wonderin' where we are." He lifted one arm so he could check the time on his watch, then glanced back up at you. You were staring down at him, breathless and needy, your eyes already drifting back down to his mouth.
You didn't need to say anything.
"Fuck it, c'mon," he said, quickly lifting you off his lap so you could both stand. In your eagerness to race to the elevator, you almost forgot your purse. Doubling back as fast as your heels would carry you, you grabbed it from the couch and hurried back just as the elevator doors opened.
He jabbed the L4 button numerous times until the damn doors slid shut.
"Christ, wanted this for so long," he whispered, eyes squeezing shut when you pushed him up against the side of the elevator. "Wanted you for so long," he corrected himself after a moment. Your mouth found the exposed patch of chest at the top of his shirt and your tongue slipped out between your lips, flicking against his skin as you continued to leave wet kisses everywhere you could find. You made it to the hollow of his throat when the elevator dinged and you tore yourself away to drag him down the hall.
"Which room?"
"Don't care."
You picked yours. Your fingers were shaking as you raked through your small clutch, then tapped the hard plastic against the sensor, getting frustrated when you were going too quick and the door wouldn't open. Joel chuckled behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, digging his hips against your ass so you could feel his arousal through your clothes.
"Not helping," you muttered before forcing yourself to slow down and finally the door gave way and you stumbled inside.
His mouth was on you in an instant. Eager lips pressed against your own, champagne soaked tongues reunited, tangling together while you recklessly shoved his tuxedo coat over his shoulders, leaving it crumpled on the floor near the bathroom as you made your way to the bed.
Joel's hands slid up and down the back of your dress, fingers plucking at the fabric, trying to locate the zipper without having to pull away. You tugged one of his hands to your side without looking, blindly leading him to his target. He smiled against your lips and yanked the zipper down so fast, he nearly tore the fabric.
Leaving your dress in a pile at the foot of your bed, you pulled away from the kiss so you could fall back onto the mattress. Your chests were heaving in unison as you both fought for air, staring at one another, anticipation growing thick.
His eyes drifted down your almost naked body while his fingers worked the buttons on his dress shirt, lips parted to suck in more air as he shook his head in disbelief.
"Is this real?" he asked, eyes catching yours once again after he shrugged off his shirt.
"I think so," you replied quietly, sounding just as incredulous. "I hope so."
He loudly unbuckled his belt, then the fly of his pants as you laid before him, sprawled out over the plush comforter like an offering.
"Ain't ever lettin' you go after this," he warned as he stepped out of his pants. "Never again, hear me?"
You nodded. "Please don't."
He cupped his palms around the backs of your knees and tugged, pulling you to the edge of the bed with one rough motion.
"As pretty as these are, they gotta go," he murmured, hooking his fingers around the lace edge of your panties and sliding them down your legs. A little pained sound rumbled in the back of his throat when he spread your knees and saw the evidence of your arousal between your legs. He fell to his knees and rested the side of his face against your thigh as he gazed down at your aching center.
"Missed you," he whispered lovingly into your folds before dragging his tongue, slow and broad, through the entire length of your slit.
"Oh, my god," you whined when his lips puckered around your clit and gently sucked. "Were you talking to me or her?"
You felt his lips twitch against your sensitive skin and released your bundle of nerves with a little moan. "Was talkin' to her but I missed you, too."
Some sharp, sarcastic comment was on the verge of slipping past your lips but quickly got swallowed down and forgotten when he began to lick, his tongue probing into your cunt while his upper lip pressed against your clit. The friction from his beard on the most sensitive part of your body made you see stars. Your back arched and you cried out his name, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he continued to lick and suck with a deep groan.
"Joel," you whimpered, legs weakly stretching and kicking under his ministrations. He quickly put a stop to that by grabbing both and tossing them over his shoulders then using his hands to grip your thighs, but still you writhed in his hold.
"Y'got know idea what you do to me," he whispered under his breath before diving back in.
"Fuck... I-I can't..." you panted, fists grabbing the comforter, pulling and tugging, desperate to grab onto anything. His fingers dug into the crease of your thighs, holding your hips against his face, fucking you relentlessly with his tongue as if he were afraid he would never get a chance to do it again.
He slid one hand flat over your mound and pressed down on your clit with his thumb. You bucked off the bed, everything feeling too sensitive, too sharp. But still, he pinned you down, his tongue that was once lapping at your pussy suddenly more focused and calculated when his lips puckered together in favor of loudly kissing your sex with a deep groan.
With two quick and firm circles over your clit, you fell apart. He was saying something, you could feel the vibrations of his voice, but you had no idea what he said. Your throat had grown hoarse, fingers grabbing for his hair while your heart pounded in your ears.
"It ain't ever been like this," he said, and finally you were able to understand him. You slowly opened your eyes to find him hovering over you, his beard and mouth shiny with your slick and his eyes so wide and soft it made your chest ache.
"I know," you whispered, running a hand through his hair. He leaned into your touch, eyes fluttering closed when you pulled him close and pressed your mouth against his. He pushed you up the bed so your head rested on the pillows, never once breaking the deep kiss. It was slower, now. There was no rush, no need to hurry to keep what you had a secret.
"Shit, my condoms are 'cross the hall," he mumbled against your lips. The very last thing he wanted to do was leave you. Not now. Not ever.
"Just make sure you pull out," you told him, apparently also unwilling to let him leave, and reached down between your bodies, fingers wrapping around his thick length.
"Y-yeah, okay... okay," he breathed when he felt you line him up with your entrance.
His brain went numb and his features went slack as he slowly eased inside you. He couldn't take his eyes off your face; the way your eyebrows pinched together and the sound you made when you gasped softly, your body being forced to adjust to his size after months without him.
"Fuck," you whispered, eyes welling with tears as you gazed up at him.
"I know, I know," he murmured, leaning down to brush his lips over your nose.
"Joel, I love you," you whimpered in his ear when he finally buried himself fully inside you.
"What?" he asked breathlessly, certain he misunderstood.
"I love you," you repeated, your teeth nipping at his chin as you writhed underneath him, willing him to move. His eyes squeezed shut and he wrapped his arms around your middle, nuzzling his face into your neck.
"I love you, too," he choked out, voice thick with emotion that he tried to stifle with kisses to your throat and jaw. "Love you so fuckin' much. Always did, I think."
He clenched his jaw and flexed his hips, pulling a sweet moan from your lips as you tipped your head back and closed your eyes. He was so slow with it, making sure you felt every inch when he dragged his cock in and out, your arousal painting his inner thighs every time his hips made contact with your skin. You might have felt embarrassed if you both weren't so preoccupied with trading love bites and occasionally whispering you feel so good, I missed you, I love you, I love you, I love you, chests pressed together, desperate to get as close as possible.
You unhooked your ankles from his lower back and slid your legs up his sides so your knees were resting near his ribs. With his tongue still tangled with yours, he blindly reached down to grab one of your thighs and gently pressed forward, pushing your knee towards your chest. Your eyes flew open and you gasped at the intense angle, but still he kept up the same pace. Every thrust was slow and deep, every groan was low and soft, and every whisper sounded like a prayer.
"Just wanna feel you," he murmured against your neck, his beard scraping your skin, making it feel warmer than it already was. "Wanna fuck you like this always. Shit, baby," he moaned when he felt you clench around him. "Shit, that feels good. Such a soft pussy..." he trailed off and latched onto your lips for a fast and messy kiss. "Oh, fuck... best fuckin' pussy I've ever had."
And oh, did you love hearing that. You smiled and threaded your fingers through his hair, nails scraping gently over his scalp with a deep sigh.
"Yeah? You love her, too?"
He grinned. "Y'know I do."
He hitched your other leg over his arm, practically bending you in half while grinding into you, watching as your breath quickened and your tongue shot out to wet your lips. "Joel," you whined, the pressure mounting low in your belly, "I'm close, I'm... fuck, I'm gonna come. Please," you begged, not really sure what you were begging for in the first place. Maybe for him to keep going. Maybe for him to kiss you again. Maybe for him to fill the hole in your heart that's been destroying you for months.
When you came, you squeezed around his cock, his name getting caught in your throat when his mouth crashed over yours.
"So pretty," he mumbled, voice a little strained as he tried to keep it together long enough for you to come down. "Love watchin' you come. Who makes you feel good, baby?"
"You do," you whimpered, weak fingers grabbing at his shoulders.
"'S'right," he said, his breath growing ragged. He could feel his stomach tensing and he knew he only had a few more moments. "Only me. Tell me you're mine," he pleaded, his sweaty forehead dropping to your shoulder.
"I'm yours, Joel," you told him, voice a little clearer but still shaky. "And you're mine," you added softly, corner of your mouth lifting when you heard him groan.
He pulled out and grabbed his cock, giving it only a few quick strokes before he painted your stomach with his release, the both of you watching in a daze until he stopped with a shudder and collapsed onto the bed next to you, chest heaving with an arm draped tiredly over his eyes.
"I'll get somethin'," he told you, gesturing vaguely towards your stomach with his eyes still hidden. "Just... gimme a second."
"Mhmm," you mumbled, catching your breath with your arms stretched above your head. "I need a shower, anyway," you told him, all the hair products and makeup from the past twelve hours beginning to feel like paint.
"Oh?" he questioned, sounding disappointed when he turned his face to you. "Okay, sure."
"Will you stay?" you asked, hating how pathetic you sounded. But he smiled warmly and pinched your chin before planting a soft kiss against your lips.
"'Course I'll stay," he whispered, kissing you slowly once more before releasing you.
Joel watched with a lazy smirk as you stood with a quiet ow under your breath, your body no doubt already sore.
"Gonna have to get that pretty pussy used to me again," he teased, laughing and dodging the pillow you grabbed from the other bed that you chucked in his direction before entering the bathroom and shutting the door.
He laid in your bed, staring at the ceiling as he listened to the water turn on and the shower door close. He kept waiting to wake up, kept thinking the past hour was some crazy dream or fantasy, but it was real.
You loved him.
For years, he tried to find someone like you. Someone who would love him for him and not just use him. Sure, in the beginning he didn't mind being used. But the past few years he found to be painfully lonely. Especially once Tommy met Maria, that ache in his chest grew every time he saw them together, or every time he heard Tommy on the phone or talk about her with such fondness in his eyes. Selfishly, he always wondered why not me?
Now he had his answer. He was just waiting for you.
He heard you humming in the shower, your voice echoing off the glass walls and he smiled. He imagined you in there cleaning yourself up, your perfect body all soapy and wet and he felt his cock twitch.
"Shit," he muttered, lifting the thin sheet to see himself begin to swell once again. Would it always be like this? Would he always have an insatiable appetite for you?
A minute later and he was almost fully hard once more. He palmed it over the sheet and he looked longingly at the closed bathroom door. What was taking so long?
Then a smirk spread across his face and he jumped up from the bed, cock bobbing at attention between his legs as he walked to the bathroom and quietly opened the door.
The mirror was fogged up and so were the glass shower walls. He could hardly see you through all the steam, but he heard you. He heard the water cascading off your body and your fingers running through your wet hair.
Carefully, he opened the door and was pleased to find your back was to him as you rinsed out the last of your conditioner. When he wrapped his arms around your waist, you jumped and screamed a little before collapsing into a fit of laughter and turning around in his arms. Fuck, you looked so beautiful. All the makeup was down the drain but you looked more radiant than ever.
He leaned forward for a wet kiss, his hands sliding down to cup and squeeze your ass before pulling on your hips, tugging you closer so you could feel how hard he was for you.
"Need you," he murmured, but he meant more than just the obvious. He didn't want to be without you now that he had you, not even for a second.
"Already?" you breathed, but he just nodded, his lips dragging down your neck, your skin smelling like roses and vanilla.
"Too much?" he asked, mouth trailing slowly over your shoulder. Your nipples were pressed against his chest and his cock nearly hurt from how hard he was.
"No," you whispered, letting your eyes slide shut as you curled your arms around his neck. "Never too much."
Without hesitation, he crouched and grabbed the backs of your thighs, hauling you off the ground so he could press your back against the glass. You wrapped your legs around his waist and gasped when the tip of his cock nudged at your opening, the width surprising you, even still.
You let out a loud moan when he pressed forward, sinking himself back into your sore, aching heat, right where he belonged. One of his hands supported your ass and the other was flat against the glass next to your head, his fingers leaving wet smudges as he rocked his hips into you, swallowing down every whine and moan that tumbled from your mouth. That perfect fucking mouth he dreamed about for the past year. And now it was all his.
"God, Joel, yes... right there," you cried out, cunt already pulsing and gripping him so tight that he had half a mind not to pull out that time.
"Yeah?" he groaned, his eyes dark with lust as he nipped at your chin, watching as your head rolled listlessly against the foggy glass while he drove into you over and over. "There?"
"Yeah," you practically whined, hand shooting up to grab his hair, fingers slipping through his wet curls. "No one's ever... I can't... you're so-" you rambled half formed thoughts as your heart hammered in your chest, your orgasm steadily climbing, unable to tell him what you wanted to tell him.
"No one's what, baby?" he growled, thrusting himself impossibly deeper inside your cunt. "No one's ever fucked you this good? Huh?"
"No," you whimpered, biting down on your lower lip.
"What else? No one's ever made you come this much? Tell me, I wanna hear it," he groaned in your ear, his hot breath melting with the steam from the shower.
You shook your head then nodded, as if you didn't know how to answer. And you couldn't. Not when he was fucking you like it would be the last time.
"No one's ever - oh, fuck," you gasped, swallowing a mouthful of air, "no one's ever m-made me feel so good. I've never w-wanted anyone the way I want you." You squeezed your eyes shut but he quickly bit your jaw, forcing them back open.
"Keep your eyes on me."
You nodded, jaw half open as you did as you were told. His brows were furrowed deep, eyes wild and skin flushed as he pounded into you, forcing you over the edge for the third time in less than two hours.
"I got you," he murmured when your body sagged from the effort. He wrapped both arms around you now and fucked up into you recklessly, chasing his own high as quickly as possible so he could take you back to bed and rest.
Even though the voice inside his head was screaming at him to come inside you, he miraculously pulled out, spilling himself all over the shower wall between your legs.
"You okay?" he asked breathlessly, setting you down but still holding onto your shoulders. You nodded and slumped against his chest, legs visibly shaking. He chuckled and reached for the shower knob, turning the water off before walking you towards the door. Swinging it open, he reached out blindly for a towel. Finding one, he wrapped it around your shoulders, swaddling you and keeping you warm while he reached for another.
He messily knotted it around his waist and led you to bed. You didn't even bother to put any pajamas on or remove the towel, you just buried yourself under the covers with a contented sigh.
Joel was about to turn back to the bathroom and clean up a bit before you spoke.
"Come to bed."
His heart clenched in his chest and he smiled as he rounded the bed and slid under the sheets to join you, unable to resist.
Quickly, you scooted over to him, tossing a leg over his stomach and an arm over his chest and buried your face against his neck. He held you close, breathing in deep before you whispered, "I love you, Joel."
"I love you, too," he spoke into your hair, his chest ready to burst with happiness as you both fell into a deep sleep.
When you awoke the next morning, you smiled before you even opened your eyes. Joel's natural scent combined with the floral shampoo you used that the hotel had left out filled your nostrils. You breathed in deep and buried your face further into his warm, bare chest. He stretched underneath you, muscles pulling under his tanned skin, his fingers digging into your shoulders as he flexed.
"Morning," you whispered groggily, eyes still closed. You felt his arms wrap around you as he rolled onto his side, tugging you against him.
"Mornin'."
It can always be like this now, you thought. Waking up next to each other whenever you wanted. No sneaking around, no more hiding how you felt. It was perfect.
Until Joel's phone rang shrilly on his nightstand. He groaned and, keeping one arm securely around you, reached behind him to grab it.
"Hello?" he answered, voice thick and rough with sleep. Your body responded instantly, your core softening at his voice like it was a command, but what came with it was also a tight hint of soreness from the night before.
You could hear Tommy's voice through the phone, but you couldn't make out what he was saying.
"Nah, I'm hungover as shit, gonna order somethin'," Joel said.
You thought he had been joking the night before about getting your body used to him again, but you began to realize he was probably being serious the more you squirmed around and felt the stiffness in your muscles and hips.
"Yeah, alright. If I don't see ya later, I'll catch ya at the bar tomorrow."
He tapped his screen and tossed his phone haphazardly behind him with a smirk. "C'mere," he murmured, pressing his swollen lips against yours, his hand drifting to cup your face.
Christ, you were sore but you still wanted him so badly.
You flicked your tongue against the seam of his lips, deepening the kiss the second he dropped his jaw. Right when you were about to curl your leg around his hip and roll over to straddle him, your own phone began to vibrate loudly against your nightstand.
You both froze, lips still seared together, then slowly opened your eyes.
"Hold on," you grumbled, rolling over so your back was to Joel, then picked up your phone.
"It's Maria."
"Answer it," he said, inching closer. He pulled you back against his chest, cock hard and pressing between your bodies as you begrudgingly answered the phone.
"Hey! Have a fun night?" you asked cheerily. Your eyes snapped up to see movement in the full length mirror across from the bed. It was narrow, but you could see from your stomach down. Joel was pushing the sheets off himself and you watched as his hand drifted in front of you, tugging the sheet away from your chest, exposing yourself to the cool air. When he palmed one of your breasts from behind, you had to bite back a moan so Maria wouldn't hear.
"So much fun! I hardly got any sleep," she was saying, but you could barely hear her when his fingers slid down to pinch your nipple. You turned your face upwards to gasp softly, hoping it didn't get picked up by the receiver.
"Yeah?" you asked, hoping that would be enough to encourage her, and it was.
Maria kept babbling about things that happened the night before, things you missed after you and Joel snuck away. She was telling you something about a groomsman who attempted to do a split in the middle of the dance floor and ended up ripping his pants when you saw Joel lift your leg in the mirror, hooking it around his inner elbow and spreading your hips wide. Embarrassment flushed your face when you saw your pussy in the mirror, already glistening with arousal.
Then his cock slipped between your legs, nudging at your folds, his smooth tip coating itself in your slick before he pushed forward, parting your swollen cunt. The pain was brief, yet intense, but you were entirely distracted with the way it looked in the mirror. How fucking big he was and how you opened up and stretched so beautifully for him.
"Did the phone cut out?"
"Huh?" you squeaked, eyes transfixed on your reflection, hips rocking steadily in rhythm with his. You felt him chuckle behind you, his arm pulling your leg up even more so you could see everything.
"I asked if you wanted to join us for breakfast? The rest of the bridal party is meeting at the restaurant downstairs in twenty minutes."
Fuck, he felt so good. Combined with the visual, it was almost too much.
"Uh, I'm gonna pass. I already ate, I'm pretty full," you told her, eyes briefly fluttering shut when he began to move faster, his skin lightly slapping against your ass. You thought you heard him mumble yeah, you are, and you had to bite down hard on your lower lip.
"Well, okay. If you change your mind, we'll be down there at ten."
"Okay, thanks! I better go, my mom's beeping in. I'll call you later," you said hurriedly, hoping you weren't being too rude but if you stayed on the phone with her for one more minute, you knew you wouldn't be able to hide what you were really doing.
Mercifully, she hung up and you tossed your phone onto the floor, uncaring where it ended up, and reached behind you to curl your fingers around the back of Joel's head. He leaned forward and kissed you. It was messy and heated, and the way you had to twist your neck was awkward, but it didn't matter.
"Fuck yeah, baby. Look how good you take me," he groaned in your ear when he spotted you glancing towards the mirror again. "So pretty, ain't it?"
"Mhmm," you whined, still entranced by the way his thick cock split you open and you knew for sure in that moment no one else would ever come close to Joel. You were stupid to try to fight it.
Your hand dropped to clutch your pillow, your stomach drawing tighter the faster he snapped his hips, every devastating thrust bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
"I'm gonna come," you whimpered, and he readjusted his grip on your leg, prying you open as wide as you would go.
You felt his teeth graze your shoulder, his breath hot and quick as his exhale puffed against your skin.
"That's right. Come all over my cock, baby. Give it t'me," he growled, hips slamming into you from behind so forcefully it almost pushed you off the bed, each thrust driving him deeper and deeper inside you.
Your eyes squeezed shut and you cried out when you came, your walls pulsing around his length, your body trying to suck him in and keep him there and fuck if he didn't want that, too.
At the last second he pulled out, watching in a daze as he dropped your leg, his cock now sandwiched between your thighs. With a deep groan, he watched in the mirror as he shot thick, white ropes of his seed all over your legs and the hotel sheets.
"I love you," he gasped, his sweaty forehead pressed against your upper back as he dragged in mouthfuls of air, waiting for his pulse to settle. "'M sorry, can't stop sayin' it."
You reached behind you and found his hand. Lacing your fingers together, you wrapped his arm around your middle, mumbling I love you, too, never tiring of it.
You waited a respectable amount of time for the bridal party to eat and leave the restaurant before venturing downstairs together, hand in hand. You contemplated just ordering room service but you weren't entirely certain you could keep your hands off each other long enough to eat, so forcing yourselves to leave the room felt like the best option.
The hostess led you to a small table towards the back of the restaurant, the room still buzzing with activity even though it was late in the morning. Your fingers linked together across the table as you sipped your coffees, exchanging little smirks whenever your eyes met.
"Can I ask you a question?" Joel asked, and you almost found yourself laughing at how serious he suddenly looked.
"Of course."
He glanced around the dining room quickly before leaning across the table. "You ain't on birth control anymore?"
You knocked the heel of your hand against your forehead. "I'm sorry, I should've told - no, I'm not. I took myself off the pill because I wasn't... y'know," you trailed off, embarrassment creeping up your neck.
Joel couldn't stop his smirk when he put it together so he pursed his lips and tilted his face toward the table, trying to hide it before saying, "so you're tellin' me you didn't have sex with anyone else since me?"
"Don't act so proud," you teased with a grin.
"I ain't," he said defensively, then thought about it for a moment before laughing. "Okay, maybe I am."
You giggled as you watched him take a sip of coffee, daydreaming about your future together and all the endless breakfasts you'll share. You imagined getting up early for work and showering, then coming into the kitchen to find Joel in just his pajama bottoms pouring you both coffees with unkept hair, asking if you saved him enough hot water because he still had to get ready for work.
Work. Suddenly, your smile fell when you remembered something. "Wait, you said you quit your job?" you asked, and he nodded, his thumb rubbing against the inside of your wrist. "So what do you do now?"
He chuckled and shook his head. "You ain't gonna believe it."
"Try me," you teased, knees bumping together under the table. You were close but still felt so far apart.
"I bought the bar," he said, sounding almost sheepish. Your eyes widened in surprise.
"Our bar? Tommy's bar?" you questioned, and he nodded. "H-how?"
He chuckled again and raked his fingers through his hair with his free hand. "What'dya mean how? With money."
"Yeah, I figured that," you said with a roll of your eyes, "but you just bought a house, too. How can you afford all that?"
He opened his mouth to reply when the server came to drop off your food. You finally unlinked your hands so you could pick up your silverware, and only once your waitress left did he respond to your question.
"Porn paid good," he said with a shrug. "I did it for a long time and I lived with my brother payin' next to nothin' in rent and utilities."
"Wow," you breathed in awe before shoveling some eggs in your mouth.
He watched you eat quietly for a few minutes before clearing his throat, drawing your attention from your breakfast.
"Why didn't you just ask me to quit? I woulda done it."
You paused your chewing and set your fork down on your plate.
"Because," you began, swallowing your food. "I couldn't ask you to do that for me. It wouldn't feel right and I was afraid if I did, you would grow to resent me."
His brows furrowed and he reached a hand across the table for you. "I woulda never resented you."
"You don't know that," you told him.
"I wasn't happy doin' it. Not like I used to be, anyway," he said. "Kept me from havin' certain things in my life. Could never make a relationship work and as I got older, it was somethin' I really wanted. I just didn't know how to get out. I mean, who can put somethin' like that on a resume?" he laughed softly. "Then Tommy mentioned his boss was lookin' to retire and I thought, hell... won't have to put shit on a resume if I'm my own boss."
You nodded and squeezed his hand, feeling guilty for never realizing he had his own internal struggles going on. Then you swallowed nervously before asking your next question, your curiosity unable to be ignored.
"Well, what about Sadie?" you asked, "she seemed really into you and she obviously wouldn't have had a problem with your career."
He gave you a small smile, eyes flashing with guilt when he thought back to his brief date with Sadie. The night he invited her over for board games and he ended up going down on you in the bathroom while she was left to talk to strangers in the living room.
"She was nice but there wasn't anythin' there. Not really. I was jealous of Sam and knew she liked me... I shouldn't've asked her over that night. It was wrong," he admitted, rubbing his chin. "She never stood a chance. She wasn't you, baby," he said softly.
You felt your chest clench from the tortured look in his eye, and for the millionth time you mentally berated yourself for spending so much time avoiding your feelings for him. Choosing not to deny yourself any longer, you stood up from your chair and closed the short distance between you. Cupping his face with both your hands, you leaned down and kissed him, trying your very best to put every ounce of love you had into it. It must have worked because you could feel his lips curving into a smile, then yours did the same.
It didn't matter how long it took, what mattered was what you had now.
Unfortunately, your bliss was short lived when you heard an all too familiar voice shriek excitedly behind you. You tore yourself away to swivel around in surprise, only to find Tommy and Maria standing a few tables away with their jaws hung open in shock, very clearly having witnessed your kiss.
"I knew it!" she exclaimed, tugging on Tommy's arm to drag him over to your table. "I knew something was up when neither of you wanted to join us for food!"
Cheeks blazing hot with embarrassment, you were about to return to your chair but Joel's arm wrapped around you, pulling you to sit sideways in his lap. "No more hidin', yeah?" he murmured in your ear. You grinned and gave him one more quick peck.
"Yeah," you agreed right before they approached. "No more hiding."
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Photo Finishes
Main Masterlist Oscar Masterlist
Pairing: Secret Wife! Photographer!female reader x Oscar Piastri
Warnings: Fluffy,
Summary:Â A relatively famous photographer visits the paddock, and when other drivers try to get with you, boy, is they in for a surprise, much to Logan's amusement and Oscar's demise.
Requested: NO / yes
You rarely come to races; you were in high demand in many areas for many things, weddings, graduations, really anything. You were better than good, better than great.
When you did come, you mostly hid away in Oscar's driving room or a conference room that Zak let you use so you could watch the race but also finish some work.
Today was the first time you were there for just your husband and your job. Zak had wanted to give you something to do and told you to just take pictures; if you wanted, it wasn't so much of a job rather than just something to do if you got bored.
You ran into quite a few drivers, having arrived after your husband and any other driver because you really didn't want to get up when Oscar did.
The other drivers, though, you noticed, started to flirt with you if they had seen you more than once, and the bolder drivers just walked up to you flat out and started flirting.
Oscar and Logan were both talking about 50 feet from where you were, and Logan just kept laughing at the face Oscar kept making every time a new, or the same, driver walked up to you and just started flirting.
It was the last straw when Lando went up to them, maybe because it was his teammate or he was just done, Oscar marched over to you, Logan following, laughing the whole time.
When the two made it to you, it was a surprise that Logan was still standing how could you basically classify him as dying of laughter? It was a shock that he hadn't fallen yet.
"Hey Osc, Lo," You greeted when the two came up to you and Lando, who also greeted the two.
Oscar completely ignored Lando and just pulled you in for a kiss, shocking everyone else and sending Logan to the floor in laughter.
Logan was able to stand before Oscar stopped your kiss, but seeing the look on Lando, as well as other drivers that tried to flirt with you, sent him back into a fit of laughter and then to the ground at your shocked face when the kiss broke.
"Baby, I love you, and I love your kisses, but what was that for?" You ask Oscar after a moment of silence, mostly silence aside from Logan's laughter as he stands again.
"You're my wife, I can't kiss you?" Oscar asks, making Lando's eyes bug out of his head, and Logan starts laughing again at the Brit's face.
"I mean, yeah, but...." You stop mid-sentence as you realize what he did and just shake your head.
"You're married?" Lando questions, "And the American knew? Before me?"
"Yep, I was not just at the wedding, but in it," Logan brags to Lando.
Lando again gasps at the revelation.
Yeah, Oscar had some explaining to do.
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Ice Queen: Ice Princess
Kimi RÀikkönen x daughter!Reader
(Future) Max Verstappen x RÀikkönen!Reader
Summary: before taking F1 by storm as the Ice Queen, you rose up the ranks of single-seater racing (a prologue of sorts)
Series Masterlist
How It All Began: Age 5
The air smells of rubber and petrol as you approach the karting track, your small hand wrapped securely in your fatherâs. His face is a mask of nonchalance but the slight tug of his lips gives away his excitement.
You look up at him, mirroring his stoic expression. âPapa, is this like your big car?â
Kimi glances down, raising an eyebrow. âSort of but smaller. And no fancy buttons.â
You stare at the kart, then back at him, your tiny face serious. âWill it go brrr?â
He laughs, a sound seldom heard by the media but common enough for you. âYes, it will go brrr.â
Placing you into the seat, he starts explaining the basics. âThis is the steering wheel. Itâs what you use to turn the kart.â
You grab it, imitating every race start youâve seen. âLike this?â You make a vroom sound.
He chuckles. âExactly. And remember, itâs not just about going fast. Itâs about control.â
You squint at the track then back at him. âWill there be red flags?â
âNo, no red flags today. Just us,â he says, fighting back a grin.
You nod sagely, taking in the information. âOkay, Papa. But what if someone wants to overtake?â
He leans in, whispering conspiratorially, âThen you do what I do.â
You pause in a replica of Kimiâs thoughtful pose. âDonât let them?â
He winks, âExactly.â
After strapping you in securely, he shows you how to start the kart and you begin to drive. The wind rustles your hair and excitement bubbles as you make your way around the track for the first time.
He shouts after you, âHold the wheel tight!â
âI know what Iâm doing!â You yell back.
As you circle back to him, he crouches down, ready to help you stop the kart. âSo, how was it?â
You smirk, âOkay, I guess.â
He pulls you into a hug. âYou really are just like me, arenât you?â
You beam up at him, pride evident in your young eyes. âYep, Papa. Weâre a team.â
He ruffles your hair, a soft smile on his lips. âThe best team.â
Signing with Prema Racing: Age 16
âSixteen and in Formula 3, huh?â Kimi muses, sipping his coffee as he leans against the kitchen counter. âWhen I was sixteen, I think I wasââ
âChasing snowmobiles in Finland?â You interrupt, smirking as you take a bite of your toast.
Your father rolls his eyes playfully. âVery funny. So, Prema?â
You nod, trying to play it cool but your excitement still shines through. âYeah, they want me for next season.â
He raises an eyebrow, âMoving up from F4 to F3 is a big transition. Itâs faster, more competitive.â
You lean against the counter opposite him, mimicking his casual stance. âI know, Papa. More buttons.â
Your father chuckles, âA lot more buttons. And more media.â
You groan, âOh, not the media. Canât I just drive?â
âTrust me, Iâve tried that approach,â Kimi smirks. âBut theyâre like mosquitoes. Persistent and out for blood.â
You consider this for a moment. âMaybe I can give one-word answers like you do?â
He grins, âItâs an art form. But sure, give it a try.â
A notification pings on your phone. Itâs an email from Prema, detailing your training sessions and media days. âSpeaking of which,â you show the screen to Kimi, âMedia training next week.â
Kimi makes a face, âA room full of people teaching you how to not be yourself.â
You laugh, âShould I tell them I already have all the training I need from the master himself?â
He winks, âThey wonât know what hit them.â
You put your dishes in the sink, your thoughts racing ahead to the upcoming season. âYou think Iâll do well, Papa?â
Your father walks over, placing a hand on your shoulder. His face is serious but his eyes are warm. âI know you will. Remember to enjoy the journey, not just the destination.â
You smile, pulling him into a hug, âThanks, Papa. I promise to make you proud.â
He hugs you back, his voice a soft murmur in your ear, âYou already have.â
Formula 3: Age 16
The roar of engines, the buzzing of the crowd, the palpable tension in the air â this is it. Your first Formula 3 race.
âSo,â your father begins, leaning against your garage, âNervous?â
You shoot him a look, trying to channel his signature coolness. âDo I look nervous?â
He tilts his head, a playful smirk growing. âYouâre fidgeting with your gloves. You never do that.â
You glance down at your hands and laugh, âOkay, maybe a little. But can you blame me?â
Kimi shrugs, âItâs your first F3 race. If you werenât at least a bit nervous, I would think youâre a robot.â
A rival driver, Dan, walks by, giving you a condescending wink. âReady to eat my dust?â
You roll your eyes, matching his bravado with ease. âOnly dust Iâll be seeing is from the podium.â
Your father snorts, âWell played.â
After a few minutes, itâs time to suit up. As youâre putting on your helmet, Kimi leans in close, his voice firm yet comforting. âRemember, itâs not just about speed. Strategy matters. Donât be rash. You know what to do and how to race smart.â
You smirk, âWho do you think youâre talking to?â
He grins, patting your helmet, âJust checking.â
As you settle into your car, the weight of the moment hits you. All the years, the training, the early mornings, and late nights â it lead to this.
The race is a blur of adrenaline. Overtakes, near misses, and strategy calls. Every now and then, you hear your fatherâs voice in your earpiece, offering advice or just the occasional sarcastic remark. Youâre not sure how legal that is but Kimi has never been one to care much for authority.
You pass the checkered flag, a respectable fourth place finish in your first race.
Pulling back in, you climb out of your car both exhausted and exhilarated in equal measure. Your father approaches, a proud smile on his face. âFourth place! Thatâs solid.â
You lean against your car, catching your breath. âCouldâve been better.â
Kimi raises an eyebrow, âCouldâve been worse.â
You laugh, âAlways the optimist?â
He smirks, âAlways realistic.â
A reporter approaches, mic in hand. âQuick word about your first race in F3?â
You channel your inner Kimi, giving the shortest answer possible. âIt was fine.â
The reporter blinks, taken aback by your brevity. âOh, um, any challenges?â
You shrug, âItâs racing. There are always challenges.â
Your father, watching from the side, canât contain his laughter. As the reporter leaves, slightly flustered, he walks over, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. âYou really are my daughter.â
You grin, âWas there ever any doubt?â
Moving Up to Formula 2: Age 18
âPapa,â you begin as you both lounge in the living room, âI have news.â
Your father looks up from his magazine, one eyebrow raised in expectation. âYou finally cleaned your room?â
You roll your eyes. âNo. And thanks for the vote of confidence. I got the call. Iâm moving up to Formula 2!â
He sets the magazine down, his eyes scanning your face. âThatâs big. Ready for it?â
You shrug nonchalantly, a gesture you picked up from him. âItâs just another race car, right?â
Kimi chuckles, âIn a faster race car. With even more buttons.â
You groan dramatically, âGreat. Just what I needed. More buttons.â
He smirks, âYouâll manage. You always do.â
Training days for F2 are intense. New circuits, new challenges, and, of course, more media attention. As you take a break between testing sessions, your father walks over with a bottle of water.
âThanks,â you take a long sip of it.
He leans against a nearby wall, watching the other drivers on the track. âHow does the car feel?â
You pause to think about it. âA bit more aggressive than the F3. But Iâll adapt.â
Kimi nods, âI know you will.â
A few days later, it is time for your first F2 race. The pit lane is a frenzy of activity with teams making last-minute checks and media personnel swarming about. As you are getting ready to climb into your car, a reporter thrusts a microphone in your face.
âYour first race in F2! Nervous about the competition?â
You donât miss a beat, âNo. They should be nervous about me.â
Your father tries to suppress a laugh but fails miserably. The reporter seems slightly taken aback, âAny personal strategies for todayâs race?â
You look straight into the camera, âDrive fast. Donât crash.â
The reporter, slightly flustered, thanks you and moves on. Kimi has never looked prouder.
The race is a whirlwind of excitement. The faster cars, the tighter competition, itâs all exhilarating. You donât finish first but you hold your own, making some impressive overtakes and defending your position fiercely.
Your father glares at a cameraman until he turns the lens away from the two of you and then pulls you into a tight hug. âNot bad, rookie.â
You smirk, âRookie? Iâve been racing since I was five, remember?â
He chuckles, ruffling your sweaty hair, âYeah but this is F2. Welcome to the big leagues.â
You melt further into him, soaking the moment up. âThanks, Papa. Hereâs to many more races.â
He nods, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, âAnd many more one-liners.â
Formula 2 Champion: Age 19
âSo,â your father starts, watching as you prepare for the final race of the F2 season, âare you ready to make history today?â
You smirk, pulling on your gloves. âHistory is just another record waiting to be broken.â
Kimi chuckles, âYou really have a line for everything.â
You shoot him a mock glare, "Look whoâs talking.â
The race is a high-stakes event. You lead the championship but need a win today to cement your position and make you the first woman to claim the F2 title.
The cars roar to life and you can almost taste the tension in the pit lane. Your father leans in, his voice steady despite the chaos all around you. âDrive like you always do. Focused and fearless.â
You nod in determination. âGot it, Papa.â
The race is an intense battle of strategy, speed, and skill. Every overtake, every defensive maneuver, every millisecond counts. When you see the checkered flag waving and cross the finish line in first place, the weight of your achievement truly begins to sink in.
Emerging from your car, you swiftly climb onto the nose and raise your arms triumphantly, soaking in the jubilation around you. The barriers surrounding parc fermé are immediately swarmed by your team and reporters, but through the crowd, you spot your father. The pride in his eyes is unmistakable and he even smiles publicly despite all the cameras undoubtably capturing the moment. He pushes through, pulling you into a tight hug as the team erupts in cheers around you.
âYou did it,â his voice is uncharacteristically choked with emotion.
You grin, pulling back to look at him. âWe did it.â
The post-race interview is a blur of questions about your historic win but one question stands out. âHow does it feel to be the first woman to win the F2 championship?â
With a sly glance towards your father, you reply, âI didnât set out to be the first woman to win it. I set out to win it.â
Your father lets out a loud laugh, drawing the attention of the reporters much to his chagrin. They turn their mics to him, âKimi, thoughts on your daughter's achievement?â
He looks at you, his signature deadpan expression in place, âSheâs okay, I guess.â
You roll your eyes, nudging him playfully, but the hint of a smile remaining on his face despite the media surrounding both of you reveals his pride.
The celebration that night is a mix of laughter, vodka, and memories. As you both sit, watching the team revel in the moment, Kimi turns to you. âI always knew you had it in you. But seeing it ... seeing you out there today ⊠Iâm beyond proud.â
You smile, resting your head on his shoulder as the liquor begins to take its toll. âCouldnât have done it without you, Papa.â
When You Really Made It: Age 19
âYouâre looking at that paper like itâs written in another language,â your father comments while sipping his morning coffee.
You glance up, the dual contracts from Red Bull Racing and Scuderia AlphaTauri spread out on the desk in front of you. âSure feels like it. Formula 1! Can you believe it?â
He smirks, âConsidering youâre my daughter and I taught you everything you know? Absolutely.â
You roll your eyes but canât suppress a smile. âHow modest of you, Papa.â
A knock on the door interrupts the moment. Itâs Christian Horner and Franz Tost. "Ready to discuss the details?"
You look to Kimi, who gives a nod. âLetâs do it.â
As the team principals explains the nuances, clauses, and expectations, you occasionally exchange amused glances with your father, particularly when terms get overly convoluted.
After they leave, you sink into a chair, decidedly overwhelmed. âThis is big.â
Kimi sits across from you. âItâs a step up. But itâs where you belong.â
You look at the contract again and then at your father. âThink I can handle the pressure?â
He raises an eyebrow, âAre you asking me or telling me?â
You smirk, âMaybe a bit of both.â
âThatâs the spirit.â
The next few days are a whirlwind of race suit fittings, team briefings, and media obligations. The latter being your least favorite part.
During one press conference, a reporter asks, âHow does it feel to be following in your fatherâs footsteps?â
You press your lips together, âIâm not. Iâm making my own.â
Another inquires, âAny fears about competing at this level?â
You shoot him a deadpan look, âFear is for the drivers who see me coming in their mirrors.â
Kimi, watching from a shadowed corner, struggles to keep a straight face and walks up to you with the tiniest of smiles that anyone else would miss after the presser, âYou really have a knack for this.â
You smile back, âI learned from the best.â
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MOTHER F*CKER | Patrick Zweig
summary â Patrick is a local mechanic, and when you come it to get your car checked, heâs in love, but when your little baby girl comes into the frame, Patrick can safely say youâre one hot MILF!
warnings â language, smut! p in v, unprotected sex, breeding kink (well duh), daddy kink if you squint, RUSHED ENDING, itâs actually a little cutesy fanfic. mdni
sorry itâs like my shortest fic đ
based off this request here!
Patrick is working as a mechanic, and one day you bring your car in because it's been making these weird sounds.
And when you climbed out the vehicle, Patrick thinks you're hot. You're maybe a little bit younger than him but by good heavens he thinks you're in your prime, and when he sees your little girl climb out the car, interested in looking around the shop in childlike wonder, he almost groans.
You must be taken, a mother who's probably married and is that gorgeous? Yep.
He smiles, wiping the grease off his hands and onto the old towel around his neck before approaching you both. "Hey, ladies. What brings you in?" He asks with a kind smile, glancing between the two of you.
You blink up at him and smile, your hand holding your daughters. "Hi, I came in because my car is making funny sounds. I know it's an old car but not that old. Is it fine if you have a look or do I need to book an appointment or...?"
He nods, holding back a little smirk at the sight of you holding your daughter's hand. "Yeah, I could have a look. There might be a bit of a wait though, if you're cool with that." He glances down at your little girl who seems to be distracted by an old car parked off to the side.
You nod. "No, it's fine. Hazel and I will go wait outside." You shrugged, looking down at your carbon copy.
He nods and watches you walk out, keeping his eyes trained on your figure as you go. Once you're through the doors, he turns his attention away from the entrance and over to the car you just brought in, popping the hood and beginning the inspection.
As he works away at your car, he finds himself stealing glances every now and then through the garage doors as your little girl runs around the parking lot.
Watching her make daisy chains out of the weeds while you look over old cars, he can't help but think you're even more beautiful in the natural lighting.
After about 45 minutes, Patrick wipes off the last of the grease and closes the hood. Before heading to the entrance to find you, he takes a deep breath and tries to compose himself a little bit. His eyes stay on the parking lot, keeping watch for you and your daughter.
He finally spots you sitting on the curb, your daughter settled into your lap sound asleep as you quietly hum a tune, running your fingers through her hair. He stood there a few feet away, debating whether he should interrupt you or not.
After a few beats of contemplation, he figures he should go and get you. He starts with a few quiet steps towards you before making enough noise to get your attention.
You look up and smile at him. "Finished?"
He smiles back, nodding as he stops in front of you. "Mhm. You've got a loose alternator cable. And as for the sound, it seems like the problem is with your exhaust."
You frown. "Oh, how long will that take to get fixed?"
He runs a hand over his chin, "If I order the part, it should only take a couple days, hopefully. Do you have a way to get around in the meantime?" He asks, his eyes trained on your sleeping daughter in your arms.
You nibble on your bottom lip. "I can call my sister."
He lets out a soft chuckle, "Or I can give you and your little one a ride home. It looks like you've got your hands full there." He says, nodding towards the girl asleep on your lap.
You glance down at her then back up at him. You didn't really have much of a choice, and he seemed friendly enough.
If need be, you did carry a taser in your bag. "Yes, please? That would be great."
He smiles, the corner of his eyes crinkling just a little bit with it. "Alright. 'll help you to the car." He says, offering his hand to help you up.
You happily took it, feeling his calluses scrape your fingers. He helped you up, his hand slipping away as to not linger too much. He starts a slow pace away from the garage, looking back every few seconds to make sure you're following him.
After passing through the main doors to the lot, he leads you over to a large black pickup truck. Opening the passenger door, he gestures for you to get in, his eyes focused on you.
Once you're settled in, he closes the door behind you. He circles around to the driver's side, keeping an eye on you and your daughter through the windshield as he climbs into the vehicle.
You decide if you should tell this man your address, then again if someone breaks in, you know the name of the company he works at, so you tell him.
He nods, repeating it quietly after you before starting the car. He glances over at your daughter again. "So, how old is she?"
"She just turned two in September." You tell him, with a small smile
He hums quietly, a small smile forming on his own lips. "She's a cutie, got her mama's looks." He says as he begins the drive to your address.
You couldn't help the small chuckle that left your lips. "That she is."
The car falls into a comfortable silence as the drive continues. He watches the road as he drives, stealing the occasional glance at you from out the corner of his eye.
After not too long, he pulls up in front of your house, looking out through the windshield at the small and cozy home.
"Are we here?" He asks, cutting the engine before turning to glance at you again.
You nod. "Yes, thank you so much."
He smiles, unbuckling his seatbelt. "It's no problem." He says, opening the car door and climbing out. He circles around to your side, opening up your door before holding out his hand to help you and your sleeping little girl out.
Once all three of you have exited the car, he closes the passenger door before facing you again. He can't help but be drawn to how soft you look, a warm and content smile on your lips as you hold your sleeping daughter tightly in your arms. Patrick clears his throat. "So, uh, you should tell your husband about your car, wouldn't want him worried, right?"
You blink a couple times, a little startled before you realize what he's insinuating. "Oh," you murmur, a small laugh slipping past your lips. "I actually don't have a husband." You say with a small smile.
He blinks at your confession, the realization slowly settling in. "Oh, really?" He asks, his hand moving up to idly rub the back of his neck. His heart seems to skip a beat when he considers the implications of that sentence.
You nod again. "Yeah, didn't work out, but at least he still tries to look after our daughter."
He nods as he listens, his heart beating a little faster at the knowledge that not only are you absolutely stunning, beautiful, and gorgeous, you're also single. He can faintly feel a blush beginning to travel across his cheeks so he looks away for a second, taking a deep breath to compose himself.
Patrick cleared his throat again, his hand still rubbing the back of his neck as he looks back at you. "You make for an amazing mom though, considering your little girl seems as sweet as they come."
"Thank you, I do try."
He smiles again, his eyes roaming over your figure one more time before nodding towards your front door. "Well, I better let you get inside before it gets late. It was a pleasure meeting you."
You nod. "You too, I'll be back at the shop in a week? It was about a week you said, right? If not, uh, Iâll give you my cell for you to phone when my cars finished."
He nods, feeling a little disappointed to have to wait for you to return to the shop but he doesn't show it, instead continuing to give you a friendly smile.
"Yeah, it'll probably take about a week for the part to get here. Here, let me get my phone. Gimme a sec..." He said, taking a few steps back before digging into the pocket of his jeans and pulling out his phone. He walks back over to you. "Here, just put your number in there, l'll give you a call when the cars done."
You shift your daughter to your one hip while reaching for his phone with your now free hand
He hands it over, watching as you begin to type into his phone with a small smile on his lips. His eyes flit between your own and your little one, who's still fast asleep against your shoulder.
"All done." You smile, handing him back his phone.
He takes it back from you, holding it for a few beats too long before he pockets it again. He can't help but feel a little breathless at your smile, his heart racing a little faster than it should. "Uh, I guess I'll see you in a week then."
And he does. Patrick also was sly, so while he fixed the more serious parts of your car, he'd lightly mess up another, just enough to have you concerned but nothing major, only to see you again in his shop (he charged you 30% of what other customers had to just because of his other alterations)
You start to notice the increase of issues with your car every few months and have to make the frequent trips back to the shop. But the thing that changes is the way the handsome mechanic, Patrick, seems to behave around you. He's a little more sly, a little more cocky and a little more flirty as time goes on. You can't help but notice the change.
And so it was no wonder when you began to get flustered around him, drawn to his flirty remarks and lingering touches.
The way you'd react to his flirting only feeds his ego, driving him a little more wild and crazy each time. The way you'd blush and stutter, trying to keep your cool would only make him want to push your buttons more, to have you flustered and squirming for him.
Eventually, you two started seeing each other, he'd take you on little dates while your sister baby sat, or the three of you would do something altogether.
As your relationship with Patrick grows, he's more and more drawn in by you. He loves spending time with you but seeing vou interact with Hazel and vice versa, seeing how you are as a mother makes him want you in a whole other way.
Was it too quick for Patrick to want to put a ring on your finger? Yes. But you two weren't getting younger.
He knew he was moving a little fast but he can't help it. You make him crazy, make him want things he hasn't dared to think about for too long while staring at your lips, your neck, your wrists... he was gonna marry you if it was the last thing he ever did.
He eventually moved in (bills were equally split). He's living in your home, sharing your bed, your shower, your kitchen. And he could honestly say he's never been so happy. He's got a beautiful fiancé who's also the most caring, perfect woman he's ever met. It almost makes his life perfect.
Almost.
Except now he needs to claim you. Mark you as his. So it's no wonder when he has you on all fours, arched back and sobbing while you're taking his cock, relentlessly bullying your cunt. "Shh-h-h, ma. Don't wanna wake Hazel up, do you?" He asks, pulling at your hair and feeling you clamp around him.
Your little girl is asleep in the other room, and Patrick knows you're trying your hardest to keep quiet so as not to disturb her. But he doesn't want to make it easy for you. He grips your hip a little tighter with one hand while the other starts moving along your back, feeling every inch of your skin under his fingers.
His pace picks up, his eyes never leaving your body as his gaze travels over your arching figure. "You sound so good, ma. Trying really hard to keep that pretty mouth of yours quiet while I breed this cunt. Gonna knock you up nice. Don't you wanna make me a daddy?"
The mention of getting you pregnant has your stomach in knots. You can't help but whimper, your brain trying to come up with a coherent answer. "Y-Yes! Wanna to make you a daddy real bad."
His hand moves down your body, resting on the soft flesh of your stomach. "Yeah, ma? You want me to fill you up? Get you pregnant with our baby?" He asks, his voice a little rougher than before.
You moan, feeling your heart and pussy flutter. "Fuck, yes. Need to...to..."
"Need to what? Need to take my cum in your sweet, needy little hole? Need to have me fill you up until you're leaking? Want me to breed you real good? I'll do it. I'm gonna fill you up so good, you'd never forget who your daddy is."
Your heart hammers against your chest, his words making a knot tighten in your gut as a shiver runs up your spine. "Yes, please, need you to, want you to fill me up!"
"Want to have my baby?" He asks, giving your hips a light little smack. "Want me to knock you up nice and good?" You could only nod, feeling your lower belly stir. Feeling you nod eagerly has him groaning quietly. "You're gonna look so damn pretty pregnant, ma." He growls, his fingers gripping you a bit tighter like he was holding onto you for dear life.
You could feel his hips stutter.
"Gonna be so sweet on you, ma. I'll spoil you so damn much. My sweet little wife, all filled up with my baby. I...oh." He moans, his pace becoming a bit less steady as his fingers flex on your hips.
You felt him spill inside you, never feeling as full as you did. That feeling alone pushed you to your own orgasm.
Patrick held you against him while you trembled through your own release, his eyes watching your body shaking under his touch. His breath felt heavy, his own heartbeat a little too fast as he watched you. His hand slid up your back, coming to a rest between your shoulder blades before his lips made contact with your skin, leaving a soft kiss there. "Think it worked?" He asks quietly.
"There's only one way to find out..." You said through a grin, voice breathless.
He lets out a small chuckle, his lips moving over to your neck. "Guess we'll have to try and try again until it does." He murmurs before nipping your skin gently.
You anchored yourself into the bed, preparing for a long night ahead of you when a high-pitched voice called out for you.
"Mama!"
Just a few words was all it took to have reality setting in. The two of you freeze, your heart beating a little faster as the realization of what you were doing just a moment ago dawns on you. Patrick slowly pulls back, sitting up and away from you on the bed, his eyes glancing at the door.
"Well, duty calls." You mumble, standing up on wobbly legs to grab your gown and wrapping it around yourself.
He watches you get up after a few beats, admiring the sight of you in your gown before he slowly gets up himself, grabbing the pair of boxers he laid on the bed only a few hours before. Once you're both decent, he opens the door for you so you can go to your daughter.
Hazel's in her bed, her big eyes staring up at the ceiling and her tiny hands grasping a handful of her blanket. She turns her head towards you when she hears you walk in. "Mama? Thirsty."
You felt your bottom eyelid twitch, but nonetheless you smiled. "Okay, baby. I'll go get you some water."
She gave you a small nod and a sleepy smile while you made a mental note to remind her that she's not supposed to get out of bed whenever she's thirsty.
You were about to exit the room when you heard her tiny voice once more.
"Mama?" You turned back around to her. She looked at you with those big, innocent eyes of hers. "Read me a story, please?" She asks quietly.
You let out a soft sigh. "Okay, my angel. I'll go get you water while you pick out a book."
Her face immediately lights up at your answer, a smile stretching across her lips and revealing her missing two front teeth. "Okay!" She eagerly responds before crawling over to dig through the pile of books on the floor next to her bed.
You can't help but shake your head at her eagerness to always have a bedtime story as you leave her room and close the door behind you. Once you're in the hallway, you glance towards the bedroom you and Patrick share, and find him sitting on the bed, a bemused look on his face.
"Wait until it's your own child calling for their dad." You told him with a pointed look before turning and disappearing to the kitchen.
Patrick just lets out a quiet chuckle, he can't wait for that day to come. He grins to himself as he leans back against the pillows behind him, his mind filled with the idea of a miniature version of you or him or both calling him 'Dad'.
The thought alone has his heart clenching a little.
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I'm Right Here
[Joel Miller x Fem!Reader x Platonic!Ellie Williams]
Summary: Ellie needs reassurence that you are alive and well after an infected surprise attack while you were taking a walk with her
Warnings: Reader uses she/her pronouns, mentions to panick attacks and PTSD's, Reader is seen like a mother figure to Ellie, hurt/comfort, death and blood (typical TLOU thing), Joel and Reader are in a stabilished relationship, slight mentions to episode 4 (?).
A/N: Yep, another Joel Miller one, guess i'm never getting over Pedro's characters đ€·ââïž I don't know many words are in there, but enjoy!
She couldn't breath. Ellie felt like her lungs were full of something that felt like it made hard for her to breath or concentrate. Water, maybe. Water, yes. Water was the best way she could describe it right now of how she felt like her lungs were. Like they were full of water and it was infecting the rest of her body, making her head go dizzy.
She didn't knew exactly what to do, it felt like the world had stopped the moment your hand shoved her hard on the ground, away from you before that infected got near to her and you ended up stumbling and falling, the infected above you while it gorgled and screamed and she could see the little mushrooms out of their mouth, ready to infect you while you tried your best to get a hold on the gun that had slided away from your hand when you fell.
She had to do something, she had, she had, she had, she had! But it was like her whole body was glued to the ground, like the grass beneath her hands and knees had embraced her and didn't want to let go. She thought about searching with her hand for the knife she always carried with her, but she couldn't move, her whole body shivred and trembled and when she managed to lift her right hand, she could see how she was shaking.
While you were on the ground, you could see that Ellie was like a statue, her hands shaking and eyes welling with unshed tears. She was having an panick attack. You did as best as you could, Joel was too far to hear you shout to him. You put too much pressure on the arm that was holding far the infected away from you and managed to slide your legs on it's abdomen, kicking it away enough for you.
You slided close to your gun and when the infected was close enough to get a bite out of you, you shoot it. Blood gurgled out of it and sprayed it all over face and chest, making it clear that it was so close that it could've bite you and infected you, but you were able to be faster than it.
You shoved the dead corpse off of you and on the ground, taking a deep breath as you unloaded your gun, praying that no other infected or human heard it. But Joel did, a little bit far from where you were with Ellie but he went running to where you were.
As you took another deep breath and got up to go to Ellie, you felt a pang of pain on your ankle, maybe you had twisted it when you went down on the floor, but you gave zero shit to that as you stumbled up to a very clear panicked Ellie in front of you. When you kneeled in front of her, you could hear her uneven breath and the tears that were slowly running down her cheeks.
"Ellie, baby" you whispered "Ellie" you said softly
She focused slowly on you, taking her eyes off the dead infected and focusing on you instead "You...it..."
"I need you to stay with me, darling" you said again "Need you to focus on me"
"You...it attacked...you" she cried slowly
"I know darling i know, but i'm alright, see." you smiled softly at her "I'm here baby, i'm right here"
Ellie couldn't do much if not crying. It was like all of the invisible water on her lungs were suddenly drained out. You were alive. You weren't infected. You weren't bitten.
"...Blood, there's blood..." she said again, her lip trembling
"I know baby i know, but it's not mine. It's not mine" you grabbed both of her cheeks, her tears wetting your hands immediatly "It's not mine, i wasn't bitten. I'm okay baby, i'm okay" you felt your own tears welling up on your eyes. "Think you can breath with me?" you asked her, she only nodded "Okay darling okay, take a deep breath, with me ok? In..." you took a deep breath, counting at least three seconds, Ellie following you "...Out" you exhale.
You and Ellie did it at least three or four times of breathing exercise, calming both of you down. As the rush of the adrenaline runned out of your body, you came more to your senses. In moments like those ones, your body always went on survival mode, it was like it worked on automatic, you had to make sure to come out alive on those situations but at that time, even with the infected above you and ready to take a piece, you could only focus on Ellie. She has become your priority, the daughter you never had and you made sure that she would be alive.
It broke your heart to see her in the state she was now. Usually she was full of sass and sarcastic comments but it was in moments like these, were danger took it's claws out on unexpected times, that you remembered that she was only a child. A girl that grew up on this world conditions were the only thing she knew that what mattered was to be alive.
After you spent weeks and months travelling with someone, you're faded to get attached. And Ellie got quickly attached to you, you were the first one to embrace her when you, Joel and Tess got responsible for taking her to the Fireflies. She didn't remember much of her biological mom, actually she didn't remember nothing of her, but looking up at you, you were what she always wanted to have as a mom.
She cried harder now, thinking that she almost losted you. Her breath was back to normal again but she rushed to hug you, arms holding you tight on your neck while she cried and searched comfort on you like she did other few times. Ellie wasn't good with emotions, she didn't knew how exactly demonstrate them if it wasn't with sass, sarcastic comments or terrible puns, so she hugging you and crying surprised you.
"I thought...thought that i had lost you" she sobbed now.
You took a while, but hugged her back, one of your hands massaging her scalp while the other rubbed her back in movements of up and down "You didn't baby, you didn't. I'm right here, i'm right here" You could feel the blood on your face drying up at the same time that you could feel your own tears rushing down your cheeks and wetting them with a mix of tear, dry blood and dirt from the ground "I'm right here".
As you were comforting Ellie, you heard some steps ahead of you. Out of instict, you holsted your gun up and pointed to a out of breath Joel in front of you, his flash and gun pointed to you both. He could see the hand that was holding your gun trembling, so he took a look out on the scene in front of him and let out a relieved sigh to see that you had took down an infected.
"What happened?" he asked soflty, taking shorts strides towards to you
You exhale deeply, happy to see that it was your husband "We got surprised, he got out of nowhere"
Joel kneeled down next to the both of you, seeing as Ellie was gripping on you for her dear life, like you were about to disappear any moment "You guys got hurt?"
"I think i sprained my ankle when it tackled me to the ground, but other than that, we are safe" you told him softly, putting your gun down.
"Think you can walk?" he asked you, voice laced with worry as his eyes went from you to Ellie.
"I think i can, it's not hurting that much" you sighed, turning your attention back to Ellie "Ellie, i need to get up" she didn't flinch
"Ellie..." Joel started but you shook your head to let him know you could handle it, he nodded.
"C'mon baby, we have to go back to camp" you tried again, but she didn't budge "Ellie, darling, i'm not gonna disappear if you let me go, i'll be right here like always. I won't vanish from thin air, okay?" she took a while, but nodded "I'll get up, so Joel can help me to get back up and walk me back, he won't let anything happen to me. You know that, right?" she nodded again, her grip on your neck relaxed, giving you enough space to move "That's my girl."
As she took a space between you both and got up to make space to Joel help you up, you noticed her red cheeks and puffy eyes. Joel's heart squeezed at the scene, he didn't like to see any of you upset, so as he grabed your backpack, pulled it over his shoulders and lift you on his arms, he could see Ellie's attentive gaze on you, making sure you were beeing taking care of.
After you got back and Joel tended to your ankle and helped you to clean off the dried blood and making sure you really weren't bitten or scratched anywhere, you were getting ready to sleep, Joel's sleeping bag right beside yours.
She followed you both back to the camp in silence.
Ellie was a bit far, looking over to you and debating with herself if she should ask you what she wanted or let it slide for now. While you layed your head on your backpack as a makeshift pillow, you could see her struggle.
"What is it?" you asked softly at her
"I...hum" she took a deep breath, it was hard to voice out her thoughts "I was thinking if i...if i could sleep with you"
That got not only you by surprise as it did Joel's, that really was uncateristically Ellie. Thinking that you took too much time thinking about it, Ellie was ready to just lay down and forget that she even thought about voicing it to you "Of course you can darling. Come here"
She let out a deep breath of relief after hearing it and seeing your arm extended to her. She grabbed her sleeping bag and crawled over to where you and Joel were at, she put it right beside you and got inside, getting comfortable.
You smiled to her, hugging her close to you. She took a while, but made sure to return the hug, her arm around your waist while she nestled her head on your neck, feeling as comfortable as she could.
As you massaged her scalp with your free hand and hummed you both to sleep, Joel couldn't help but let out a soft smile grace his lips at the scene. He and Ellie were very much look alike, they weren't both good with emotions, being emotionally constipated but when given the chance to be under your comfort, they felt like they were in the happiest and safest place in Earth, even if they lived in a world like that.
He would keep watch, just to make sure that nothing else would stumble out of nowhere to make harm to, the now, both of his most special people in this world. Looking over at you both, he only thought of how much Sarah and you would've got along, of how much she and Ellie would take part on sass and annoy him anytime they could. He knew Sarah would've loved the both of you.
So with a soft smile, thinking about Sarah, his wife and now the girl that grew up so much on his heart to considare her as his own, he kept watch, to make sure that nothing would disturbe you on your sleep.
He was doing what he knew to do best: protect those who he loved.
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I DON'T CARE, I DON'T MIND đ TRAFALGAR LAW X F! READER INKTOBER DAY 8: BAREBACK
đrequested by: Anonymous. Hello, yes! I forgot the gender lmaoo. Anywho... day 8 with trafalgar Law x fem!reader? (He's my recent obsession since I came to sabaody) â ïž tw: mdni. explicit content. pretty sweet and silly. bareback. modern au in where Law still has amber lead's disease. đ wc: 1,6k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist
You wouldnât mind, he is so hot⊠you wouldnât care, youâve always wanted to touch him, to kiss him, to fuck him.Â
âThatâs amber leadâs, donât come any closerâ people whispered when he passed through corridors and halls.Â
âDonât even talk to him, the moment you touch that boy youâll get itâ they murmured when he sat down, alone, under a tree and ate his lunch.Â
But you, even though you never came any closer, were never afraid of him and those white spots on his tanned skin. In fact, you spent most of your time looking at him from afar; the way his silver eyes scanned the books, the way his hands one random day appeared covered by tattoosâŠÂ
That last year of school went by flying, and that man didnât even attend graduation, because his loneliness perhaps -or maybe how smart he was- allowed him to graduate faster than the rest.Â
And, despite you never saw him again, he never, ever abandoned your mind.
However, destiny has twisted ways to make it happen, when something is supposed to happen⊠And it only took ten years.Â
âExcuse me, Miss⊠My son isnât feeling well, do you perhaps know whatâs the waiting time?â A tall blonde man, with a kind appearance asks you, an ER nurse receptionist.Â
You smile at him; it is almost impossible not to. He is young, so naturally you peek to the side to see his son. However, there wasnât a kid in sight, so you ask.Â
âHi Sir, whoâs your child?â
âWell, you might say he is still a child in a wayâŠâ the man says, pointing at a man of tanned skin and spotted white marks all over him, sitting with his phone.Â
You immediately remember him, that boy of your school days. But he couldnât be the same, you are sure his father looked almost like him and not like the man in front of you⊠yet, the moment he lifts his phone, you notice the D.E.A.T.H tattoos on his hands.Â
Ten years have passed, maybe it is just a coincidenceâŠ
âOhâŠâ you blink, in awe⊠if thatâs him, then, he has grown up to become an even hotter man that what you could have imagined.Â
You quickly ask the âfatherâ about his âchildâ symptoms, but it is the âkidâ himself who stands up and starts talking to you.Â
âTrafalgar Law, 26 years old, high fever, amber lead disease. I need antipyretics, thatâs it. Insurance number 107460610â he says, not even looking at you, but constantly at his phone.Â
Law⊠He is the same lonely guy you used to admire back in school. âOk, Mr. Trafalgar. Please, follow meâŠâÂ
Yet, Law was wrong. He didnât just need to lower his fever, but, because of his rare disease he had to stay hospitalized for some time. And, to your surprise, one of those nights he remembered you very well.Â
âYou are (Name)-ya, right? From high school. I remember you had a polar bear plushie keychain on your backpackâ he mutters while you happen to visit his room to inform he needed to sign some paper so that he could go home by the morning.Â
You take your eyes from the documents; two opened big orbs fixing on his silver ones. Lips separating, warm breath coming in between your teeth. âHe remembers me?â
âI am, yes. Law? The ho- the intelligent kid?â âThe horrendous? The lonely one? The sick, contagious kid? YepâÂ
You immediately shake your head.Â
âNot the horrendous, the hot one!â you tell him, sincerely. Maybe you shouldnât have said it, but you wonât allow him to lie about himself that way.Â
Law remains silent. His cheeks suddenly tinted in slight pink dust. He tried looking away for some time, while you also played dumb re reading the form you hold in your hand.Â
âWould you like to grab some breakfast tomorrow when Iâm finally off this place?â Law finally breaks the heavy silence only filled with the typical sounds of a hospital. âI mean, if you are not⊠afraid of thisâ he finishes, showing you the white spots all over his skin.
How could you be afraid, if those garnish his skin like the first snow of the year does to the sand on a beach? Like the clouds beautifully grow on a hot summer sky? Like the powdered sugar sweetens the most delicious pastries?Â
âItâd be my pleasure, Mr. TrafalgarâŠâ
You couldnât sleep. You really couldnât sleep. You tossed and turned the whole night, you simply remained in your bed looking at the ceiling as if it had all the answers in the universe⊠answers you didnât even know the questions to.Â
October has already become chilly, and the autumn morning shines its orangey depictions all over your city. The scarf around your neck playfully flies with the breeze outside the hospital and it has you wondering why it is always so damn windy on every hospital door youâve ever been to.
Such thought becomes interrupted by his sweet raspy voice, and it is actually the first time you come to think it took you almost ten years to hear it for the first time.Â
Law didnât touch you, but he called your name to make you turn around. In fact, his hands remain hidden inside his jeans; spotted ones and very tight to his long, long legs.Â
âLaw! Good morning! You are looking better under the sun. Letâs go, I know a good spotâ you chime, smiling sweetly. Something inside you tells you to grab his hand in a very friendly way, but you stop yourself⊠is it because of his disease? Or is it because you are scared of making him uncomfortable?
âI follow youâ he only curls a tiny piece of his lips upwards, and immediately after hides underneath a white fluffy cap.Â
The spot you mentioned wasnât exactly what Law was expecting; instead of a pĂątisserie, you chose a tiny on the go coffee shop in front of the beach. And he was pleased you did; the cold sea breeze kissed his cheeks that helped with the constant blush to have such a beautiful woman by his side.Â
Both prefer to fix your eyes towards the sea, as you sit on a bench facing the beach. A hot cocoa warms your palms, while a little inner voice screams to look at him.Â
âSo⊠what did you do aft-â you want to ask; but you are cut short. âI had a crush on you, (Name)-yaâ Law startles you with those words.Â
You quickly turn to look at him; out of words you blink slowly trying to process those words, maybe even unsure he had actually said them, or it was just your wishful mind.Â
âEverybody turned their faces when I passed, they never looked but only murmured. But you, instead, looked at me. You looked at me. I guess you were just curious, but I still had a crush on youâ he reassures.Â
You smile, and your hand lands on his thigh.Â
âI was, indeed, curious. But I also wanted to talk to you, to sit right by your side and ask about those âSora the Warrior of the Seaâ comic books⊠I am still curious⊠and I am still looking at youâŠâ you confess, coming closer at him, slowly, so carefully.Â
âAre you?â âI amâŠâÂ
Those words maybe were never said; perhaps, they were only thought. However, your lips encountered his so out of the blue, so sudden and unplanned. A kiss so long due, that could even make you laugh to think of how it happened⊠grown up adults acting like teenagers in love?Â
Definitely, both of you act like it, as Law grabs your hand, and both stand up when the kiss breaks.Â
âI know this will sound weird and so out of chivalry but⊠would you like to uh⊠visit that place?â he asks, pointing at a tiny love hotel from across the street. Â
Out of chivalry he says? Well, perhaps. But who cares?
Youâve always wanted to touch him, to kiss him, to fuck him.
It took you two a couple of minutes to finally get a room; a Thursday morning isnât a very busy time for that type of activities after all.Â
Bam! The door of the room opened with his back hitting it as both kept kissing.Â
â(Name)-ya, arenât you afraid of my disease? My skin, see? Covered in thisâ he asks, while your hands work to undress him -rip his clothes off-.Â
âWhat spots? I only see those sexy ass tattoosâŠâ you smirk, kissing his neck and the heart inked on his chest.Â
Truth is, science still fought over the âcontagiousnessâ of that illness and still, you didnât mind, you didnât care. And Law couldnât resist himself, no more. You were ok with those spots, you didnât mind, you didnât care!Â
Skilful inked fingers, hands so deadly undress you as fast as desperate. Your skin, so different than his, so perfect, so kissable, also desperate, waited for his wet and warm kisses.Â
Slowly, or maybe violent, both fell on a bed. Bodies jumping, looking at each other side by side on the ceiling mirror⊠it was almost magical to see the reflection of your flesh one against the other, rubbing, white spots against âhealthyâ skin⊠make me sick, I donât mind, I donât care!Â
It definitely feels like making love for the first time, like teenagers touching other for the first time. You knew Law knows how to fuck a woman, but this time he couldnât avoid acting clumsy and desperate.Â
Kisses all over your skin, your nails carved on his tattooed back. I donât mind for foreplay, just fuck me raw⊠bare⊠do not even think of it.Â
He guides his sex, hard, warm into you. Hands a little trembling, kissing you nonstop. Your hips buck up, searching, allowing, letting him bury deep inside you.Â
âNgh⊠are you sure? I could make you sickâŠâ âFuck me, Law. I donât mind, I donât care⊠I actually had a crush on you, too⊠And I still doâŠâÂ
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Steve wakes up and feels like his head is being split into two. The light coming from his blinds is too bright, his mouth is dry as hell and tastes like shit, and why is his body so sore?
Yeah, fuck, he needs to stop drinking.
He groans and turns only to find that he's not alone in his bed. Oh, and he's definitely naked. Shit.
He tries to rack his brain last night for any type of memory as he checks the girl out. She's facing away from him and her wild curly hair is a mess scattered all over her face and Steve's pillow. But he gets distracted because the stranger has kicked off the blanket sometime in the middle of the night and well... she has a really nice ass.
Steve tears his eyes away. Maybe they didn't sleep together, and, if so, it is entirely not okay for him to stare.
...but it's a really nice ass... Plus, come on, they're both naked in his bed so...
A faint memory of the day before pops up. He remembers Robin, Nancy, and Eddie coming over at some point because they had planned to hang out earlier that day... right?
They definitely got into the pool at some point. At least, he and Eddie did if he remembers correctly, but that doesn't explain why this random stranger is in his bed and-
Wait... did he... did he kiss Eddie? Oh fuc-
The so-called stranger grunts in their sleep, and Steve's eyes snap to them. Yeah, he knows that curly mane and he has no idea how he didn't recognize it in the first place, and oh my god he was checking out Eddie Munson's ass. Is checking out his ass. Fuck, he needs to stop staring at his ass!
Steve does the only logical thing and shoves the blanket back over the boy and turns away. Okay, so all he has to do is put on some clothes, tiptoe the hell out of there, and pretend like nothing happened.
Because nothing happened... Right?
Right. Steve wakes up naked next to one of his best friends who is also naked and has been the subject of some of Steve's late-night thoughts for a while now and-
"Fuck," Eddie groans next to him and turns to lie on his back and brush the hair out of his face. "Where the fuck..." he trails off as he looks around squinting and blinking the sleep out of his eyes.
Well, there goes Steve's plan of running out of there and pretending nothing happened. He watches as Eddie sits up, lifts the blankets to peek under them, and then puts them back down. "Hey Steve?"
"Yes Eddie?" Steve asks as he turns his head to stare at the ceiling.
"I'm naked," is all that Eddie says, no joking tone just kind of listing the facts.
Steve nods and replies, "Mhm."
"You're naked."
"Yep," Steve says and cringes before slowly sitting up. His back protests, and, Christ, what happened last night?
Eddie nods his head with his eyes wide. "So, uhhh, do you remember what happened? If... anything happened?"
Steve squints and tries to think but comes up with nothing except... "I think I may have kissed you."
Eddie lets out a deep breath and nods again. "So, we may have kissed at some point and now we're both naked in your bed..."
For some reason, Steve decides to just accept the facts and goes on to say, "Yeah, and I don't know about you, but I'm really sore. So, I think we..."
"Yeah because I'm sore as hell too."
Steve puts his head in his hands and sighs, "This is not how I wanted this to happen."
There's a panicked chuckle to his right, "Yeah, man, if you just want to pretend nothing happened we can totally- wait." Eddie pauses and Steve can feel the bed shift. "What do you mean this isn't how you wanted this to happen."
Oh shit. Steve glances over at Eddie whose eyebrows are raised as he waits for Steve to answer. "Uh," Steve starts and clears his throat then runs a hand through his hair. Might as well come clean about this. "Okay, well since this already happened, let's just say anything we say can be completely like forgotten along with last night if we want that."
"Okay..." Eddie says and nervously fidgets with a thread on Steve's blanket.
"So, I think it's probably clear now but uh... This is definitely not the first time I thought of you in... this way. And it sucks because I would never want our first time to be forgettable or hell, not consensual. Oh, fuck." Steve runs his hands through his hair. Oh fuck drunk him, he's never drinking again. "Eddie I'm so sorry that I may have taken advantage of you and-"
"Fuck, I was scared I had somehow taken advantage of you. You have no idea how long I've wanted this," Eddie says in what sounds like one breath.
Steve's heart races. "Really?"
Eddie nods and then laughs, "Of course, the only way I would ever confess something like this was if I was drunk off my ass. I should've known drinking so much around you was a bad idea."
"Shit," Steve says and laughs. Honestly, it sucks that he has absolutely zero memory of the night before, but he's almost grateful to have been drunk enough to get his feelings across to Eddie... well... sort of. "Hey Eddie?"
"Mhm?"
Steve runs a hand through his hair and notices it feels worse than usual but he'll have to figure that out later. "After I shower, brush my teeth, make us breakfast, and start feeling human again... do you want to actually do something memorable?"
"Steve, are you asking me if we can do the deed again? Because I am more than happy," Eddie says with a wide smile.
Steve groans, "Oh, please don't call it that."
Eddie laughs and launches into multiple horrible euphemisms for having sex that Steve will never be able to unhear.
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A few hours later, Steve kisses Eddie sweetly and whispers against his lips that he has to call Robin and he'll be right back. Eddie tiredly just hums and burrows deeper into his pillow.
Steve wanders downstairs and laughs again at the line of clothes he and Eddie had at some point stripped off on the way to his bedroom from the night before. This is going to be an interesting call.
Steve dials Robin's number and is glad to hear it's her and not her mom. "Hey, Robin."
Robin groans, "Are you calling to apologize for what you and Eddie put us through last night?"
Oh, shit, what did they do in front of poor Robin and Nancy? Steve sits on his counter and frowns. "Actually, I was hoping that you would fill that part of the night in since neither of us remember."
There's a sigh on the other line before Robin launches into it, "Well, for some reason you two decided to see who could drink more which turn into the two of you wondering who could swim better drunk. Let me tell you, you both were seriously struggling out there but refused to admit it, but Nancy and I had to stay because we were too afraid you two would drown. Then, you both got out and said you were freezing, and Eddie told you how he had heard that people with hypothermia can get hot really fast when they huddle up naked under the sheets."
Oh shit.
"Then, Nancy and I had to witness you two drunkenly stumble your way up the stairs while trying to take off your clothes, and you two would not listen to us telling you that maybe that wasn't a good idea. Luckily, when we went to check on you two, you were both already passed out. Now tell me how awkward this morning was,"
So... soreness because of all the swimming in the pool. Stripping to get wet clothes off... and, "So you're telling me Eddie and I didn't get drunk and sleep together?"
Robin cackles on the other line, "Please tell me you dinguses really believed that."
Steve takes a deep breath and confesses, "Is it worse that we decided that if we had no memory of it then maybe we should make a memory of it?"
The cackling stops on the other line before Robin whispers, "No fucking way."
Steve nods then realizes Robin can't see him, but he remembers something and asks, "Wait, I remember kissing Eddie! What about that?"
There's a pause on the other line and Robin says, "Maybe that happened but..." There's another giggle on the line. Oh no.
"But what?"
"I think you're remembering when you kissed us all on the forehead and wished us goodnight - including Eddie."
Steve groans and sighs, but all things considered, "I'm really glad I didn't call you and ask you about it this morning," Steve confesses.
"Yeah?" Robin asks and Steve can hear the smile in her voice.
"Yeah," Steve says. "But I have no idea how I'm going to tell Eddie."
"Tell me what?"
Steve jumps and turns to find Eddie standing in the doorway to his kitchen.
"Have fun!" Robin says with another laugh before hanging up.
Steve sighs and starts, "So, funny story..."
Eddie ends up laughing his ass off while Steve sighs and goes on about how Robin will never let him live it down.
But he won't lie, he's absolutely relieved that his first time with Eddie was sober and entirely memorable. But he's also still convinced that drinking around Eddie is definitely a bad idea since he ended up sleeping without washing the chlorine out of his hair.
The things he does for Eddie Munson...
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He Likes Me
Rise!Donnie x Gn!Reader
This isnât a request or part of anything bigger, just a happy oneshot to brighten your mood. Enjoy!
It was saturday which meant that April and Y/n were able to spend the day at the lair with their favourite turtle brothers. Donnie had been tinkering with some new gadget whatcha-ma-who, Mikey was reading through a new cookbook April brought him, Leo and Raph were caught up in a competitive video game while April and Y/n found themselves wrapped up in their phones. As for Splinter you may ask? He had some âimportant errands to runâ whatever that meant.
Something that caught Aprils eye though was the focused expression on Y/nâs face and the consistent scrolling on their phone. Something was up.
âYou ok Y/n?â She turned to face them. Y/n paused what they were doing and quickly tried to cover up the truth.
âUh yep! Totally fine, thereâs nothing going on at least not with me at the moment.â They flashed a bright toothy smile that couldnât have seemed more fake, prompting Mikey to speak up from his book.
âHmm Iâm no expert, well maybe I am, but you donât seem fine.â Leo looked over his shoulder towards the conversation.
âYou can tell us if somethingâs bothering you.â Suddenly a loud crashing noise came from the game as Raph held his arms up in victory.
âHa, yes! Suck it Leo!â
âWha- no!â Leo dramatically called out after turning back to the screen. Donnie sighed and rolled his eyes at the sight.
âDumb dumbs.â He muttered under his breath before looking over at Y/n.
âLook Y/n, we know you and you know us and knowing you thereâs definitely something wrong so I highly recommend telling us what it is before Mikey and April try to force it out of you.â
âMikey and April arenât going to-â Y/n cut themself off seeing the demonic looks on April and Mikeyâs faces directed at them.
âOkay, okay Iâll come clean!â They shouted. âI have⊠*sigh* a date.â
âA date?â April looked at them.
âA date!?â Mikey, Leo and Raph all simultaneously spoke.
âA dateâŠâ Donnie reluctantly spoke out, feeling a sense of disappointment wash over him. No that wasnât quite it, perhaps animosity?
âOh ho Y/n pulling all the guys, or girls o-or- who are you going out with exactly?â Leo asked.
âJust some guy from school, his nameâs Melvin.â Y/n explained. âHeâs sweet and I think he really likes me.â
âBut do you like him?â Mikey questioned, leaning in close towards them. Almost like an interrogation.
âWell yeah, I mean why else would I go out with him?â
âHmmm.â Mikey stroked his chin consciously. âFair point.â He backed away to a more comfortable distance.
âIâm just kind of nervous since itâs my first ever date and I donât exactly want to make a bad impression.â April perked up at Y/nâs words and quickly grabbed their hand.
âWell if itâs help you need, then itâs help youâll get. Bye boys weâll be back in an hour!â April cheered and pulled Y/n off to her house. The brothers sat staring silently at where April and Y/n had been seconds ago.
âUh, bye.â Raph spoke to no one now that they were gone.
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At Aprilâs house, Y/n was trying on different outfits while they talked.
âLook Y/n, Iâm happy you got this date and all but Iâm confused, I thought you liked Donnie?â Y/n hesitated as they came out in their next outfit of choice.
âI⊠I do but Iâve decided that it might be time to move on.â
âMove on!?â This sent April into an internal panic. She knew Donnie liked Y/n and Y/n liked Donnie. If they moved on then the two might miss out on what could have been something incredible for both of them. Not to mention Donnie would be heartbroken!
âYeah.â Y/n continued. âItâs just that Iâve liked him for years now. Since we were what, eight? And he hasnât shown any signs of liking me back, at least none that Iâve noticed.â
âWell you never know, maybe heâs just worried that you wonât feel the same way about him.â April suggested in hopes of sending Y/n some hints.
âMaybe. But I just canât help but feel as though Iâm hanging on to something thatâs never going to happen. That if I keep holding on to it Iâll continue miss out on other opportunities. I want to be able to have something with someone and I have to accept that that someone might not be Donnie.â Y/n sadly explained. Truthfully, they didnât want to let their feelings for Donnie go but it was the healthy thing to do.
âThatâs really mature of you Y/n.â April smiled sadly. She might not have wanted Y/n to let Donnie go however she couldnât help but be proud of her younger friend.
âOn a more positive note, what do we think of this? I was kind of going for casual but pretty and well done.â Y/n turned to show off different angles of the outfit to April.
âGirl you look gorgeous; anyone would grateful to get to see you tonight.â April hyped them up and the two excitedly hugged.
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Back at the lair things werenât going as great. Leo, Raph and Mikey knew of their brotherâs long term feelings for Y/n and were struggling to find an appropriate way to console him.
âH-hey think about it this way, if it goes badly then youâll be able to get closer to Y/n by comforting them.â Leo suggested, immediately receiving a smack on the back of his head from Raph.
âLeo are you suggesting I take advantage of Y/nâs emotional state and manipulate them into liking me by providing a source of comfort purely for my own personal gain?â Donnie frowned.
âUh yes?â Leo hesitantly confirmed.
âOh for the love of science, Iâm looking for advice here Leo. I want to be supportive not narcissistic and callous!â Mikey quickly pushed Leo to the side in a futile attempt to save what little chance they had left of helping their brother.
âDonât worry D. Look, everyone deals with all sorts of emotions from time to time and jealousy is an extremely common-â
âIâm not jealous.â Donnie cut Mikey off. The younger turtle sighed.
âRight. Well if you want to be able to be supportive of Y/n and not feel any resentment towards their arrangement then it might be time to⊠let those feelings go.â All three brothers exchanged nervous glances, unsure of how Donnie would react.
âYou know what.â He spoke up. âYouâre right, you are absolutely right. This has gone on for far too long and itâs time I moved on.â
âWait seriously?â Raph raised an eyebrow at Donnieâs response. Unbelieving that he would be accepting so quickly.
âYes seriously. From now on my feelings for Y/n are no more and nothing is going to change that.â Donnie turned around in pride only for his heart to stop at the sight. April and Y/n had finally returned and boy did Y/n look ever so gorgeous. âSweet Galileo.â He whispered as his pupils shrunk.
âHey boys weâre back!â April cheered as she and Y/n walked closer.
âLooking good Y/n.â Leo called out.
âYouâre gonna own tonight.â Mikey cheered.
âAnd if he even thinks of laying a hand on you! Just call us, weâll take care of it no problem.â Raph smiled brightly to cover up his protectiveness.
âAww you guys are too kind. We do have to leave soon, again, but we just wanted to pop down to get a final verdict on the outfit. It seems you three like it, Donnie?â He turned to face Y/n who was now looking over in his direction. âWhat do you think?â He looked at them for a moment in contemplation before sighing and smiling warmly.
âYou look⊠absolutely stunning. Heâs a really lucky guy.â Y/n returned his look with a genuine smile.
âThanks that means a lot coming from you.â They smiled bashfully at the ground, their cheeks turning red. The moment was cut short when Y/n noticed the time on their watch and went back to stressing.
âOoh well it looks like itâs time to head off; Iâll let you guys know how it goes. Shall we?â Y/n smiled at April.
âWe shall.â April nodded her head.
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âBye Y/n! Make good choices!â April called out to Y/n who was now walking away with their date.
âI will!â Y/n smiled and laughed at Aprils enthusiasm. Melvin turned to face them.
âYour friend seems very eccentric.â He gave a toothy smile.
âShe sure is.â Y/n agreed as the two walked away. Something odd caught Aprilâs eye though. She noticed with the glint in his teeth how the boy looked almost like he had fangs. Her eyes quickly moved to examine Melvin once more before he disappeared from her vision and what she saw caused her to gasp in fear.
Under the boys large coat was the very end of a tail sticking out. Whatever he was, he certainly wasnât human and the fact that he was hiding it couldnât mean anything good.
She quickly dashed away, heading down the streets of NYC to find the nearest manhole.
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âBoys, we have a problem!â
The turtle brothers looked over at April who had quickly run into the lair.
âAnd that would be?â Leo asked, looking around carelessly.
âI think Y/nâs date might be a mutant.â
âNo!â Raph called out as the boys shrieked in fear.
âOr a YĆkai.â April continued.
âGasp!â Donnie shouted as the brothers let out an even more panicked reaction.
âOr even some sort of alien-type monster!â
âOh my god!â Mikey cried, holding his head in his hands as they all pulled the most horrified looks they possibly could.
âWait, wait, wait. What makes you think he (Maaa, Mor, M-Melvin was it?) could be any of those things?â Leo asked prompting the others to look to April for an answer.
âHe had a tail and fangs. He was also clearly trying to hide it and I donât know about you guys but whenever someoneâs trying to hide that theyâre a non-human creature I donât usually take it as a good sign.â
Mikey frowned for a moment before looking back at April.
âBut Y/n was so excited about this date. We canât just go and ruin it now.â
âYeah, I mean, and besides what if youâre wrong and the guyâs perfectly normal?â Raph had a good point, it was entirely possible this person wanted to cause no harm.
âWell if you guys donât believe me then come see for yourselves. We wonât interrupt them, just take a good look at the guy because I am positive there is no way heâs human.â April suggested, she hoped they would agree because at this stage she couldnât take on a whole mutant by herself even with Y/nâs assistance.
âIf what youâre proposing is true, and Iâm not saying it is, then I suppose it makes sense to go and check it out.â Donnie agreed, of course he did. Truthfully he was just taking this as an excuse to see how the two were going. How much Y/n liked him, if he was treating them right, how close they had gotten.
April sighed with relief that they had all agreed. She knew it was unlikely but somewhere deep down she hoped this guy wasnât a threat. Hopefully, somehow, maybe Raph was right and he was totally harmless⊠hopefully.
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As for Y/n, they were blissfully unawhere of any danger and were currently enjoying their romantic night.
âSo do you have any hobbies?â They asked in hopes of getting to know more about Melvin.
âOh nothing much, mainly artistry and a bit of sport. I was actually enlisted by this club to go and recruit new members for them.â
âOh that sounds cool.â Y/n perked up. They didnât want to give the impression they were overly interested but were curious about this âclubâ nonetheless.
âYeah itâs like a fighting arena type thing.â The guy went on. âIt wasnât easy but I guess they saw potential in me.â
âI guess they did.â Y/n smiled. They then looked around noticing how their surroundings had drastically changed from the rows of grey concrete buildings to a beautiful lush green park âThis is my favourite part of the city! How did you know?â
âLucky guess?â Melvin smiled and shrugged causing Y/n to laugh cheerfully and pull him along.
âCome on, letâs go!â
Unknown by the two teens, behind them were April and the turtles huddled tightly in a bush to discreetly watch them.
âUgh I canât see!â Leo whined in a hushed voice while trying to push Raph to the side.
âThen look harder. Donât try to push me out, youâll blow our cover!â Raph whispered back. Leo kept shoving around and pushed Donnie causing his goggles to fall on his head.
âNow I canât see! Whatâs going on? Are they talking, have they kissed?â
âSHUT UP DONNIE!â The other four yelled before quickly hiding back in the bush in hopes they hadnât made their presence known.
âDid you hear something?â Y/n asked, curiously turning around to see where the noise had come from.
âI didnât hear anythingâ Melvin shrugged, his smile taking on an unnerving tone.
In the bush, Leo was still bickering with Raph. April was shoving Donnie to the side as he was being pushed into her by the force of Raph and Leoâs back-and-forth shoves. Poor Mikey was stuck nervously at the edge of the bush, watching Y/n and Melvin talk as he struggled to avoid exposing himself.
âCan you two please stop, that it is very annoying!â Donnie complained to his fighting brothers. Soon enough he managed to get enough space to move his goggles efficiently. He began to lift them up back to the designated spot on top of his head.
âFinally I can see whatâs going on and- wait!â He stopped when he saw something curious as they passed over his eyes. He properly positioned them so he could see through them and began to inspect the scene in front of them.
âUh guys, April may have been right.â
The two brothers stopped fighting and Mikey sighed in relief as he was one toe away from falling out.
âWhat are you talking about?â Raph asked.
âI canât believe I didnât think of checking sooner but this Melvin guy is radiating a lot of mystic energy.â Donnie spoke as he adjusted his goggles.
âHa! I told you all!â April cheered and pointed at the brothers in victory. âWaitâŠâ she then came to the realisation. âThatâs not good, Y/nâs in danger! Code red, code red!â
âWe donât even have a code red!â Leo pointed out, exasperated.
âOoh this is bad, what are we gonna do!?â Mikey panicked.
âWhat do you mean, âwhat are we gonna doâ? Iâll tell you what weâre going to do, weâre going to go out there and kick some mystic butt!â Raph punched the palm of his hand. April and the three younger brothers all nodded their heads in sync.
Y/n and Melvin continued to walk around in the same spot for a while, still asking each other different questions.
âUh what kind of friends do you have?â Melvin asked in an overly cheery tone.
âWell Iâm fairly close with my best friend April and I have these four friends who Iâve known for quite sometime now.â Y/n answered blindly.
âWow, they sound interesting. Tell me more about these friends.â
âOk?â Y/n agreed in a questioning matter. âTheyâre brothers and each kind of have their own thing which is one of the things I really like about them. The oldest is super tough and strong, the youngest is an amazing chef and incredibly cheerful, the second oldest is very flamboyant and his slightly younger brother, who we call his twin but isnât actually his twin, is the smarts of the group.â
âExciting!â Melvin commented. They must make great fighters.â
âYeahâŠâ Y/n trailed off. âWait how did you make that connection?â
Melvin began to darkly chuckle. âYou know I really didnât expect it to be this easy.â
Y/n started slowly backing away. âMel youâre kinda freaking me out here.â
âI mean capturing four superpowered mutants, now how was I meant to do that?â He smiled.
âMutants!? Melvin what are you talking abou-â
âBut then it hit me. I didnât have to capture them, I only needed to capture you.â
Y/n quickly turned to run away but it was too late. Melvin had transformed into a beastly lizard yĆkai and grabbed them before they could get away.
âUgh no, help!â They tried to reach their phone but their arms were pressed tightly up against their sides. Just as they were ready to attempt an escape four figures jumped from behind a bush and landed infront of the towering Melvin.
âLet her go you scaly monster!â Raph demanded.
âYeah, or else weâll have to go full Lou Jitsu on you!â Mikey shouted while getting into a fighting pose.
âHow dare you captured our beautiful beloved friend and mess with their feelings!â Donnie stated, preparing his tech-bĆ for battle.
âIs your name even Melvin!?â Leo pointed an accusatory finger towards him.
âActually no, feel free to call me Nivlem!â
âNivlem. Your real name is just your fake name flipped around?â Leo challenged.
âUh yeah, whatâs wrong with that?â Melvin asked.
âI donât know it just seems a little basic.â He shrugged.
âW-well what are your other villains called? You know what, never mind Iâll just change it to something cooler like⊠The Destructor!â
âMmm no.â Leo shook his head.
âOoh I know!â Mikey pitched in. âHow about⊠The Destructinator!â
âNow that is a cool villain name!â Leo smiled.
âWhatever, you guys are losers! Now, Iâll make this nice and easy for you; turn yourselves into Big Mama or else Iâll crush the bones of your friend till thereâs nothing left to break.â The Destructinator threatened, squeezing Y/n tightly enough to cause them discomfort but not enough to severely injure them yet.
The brothers stood still in silent fear for their friend. If they were to so much as make a move to fight then Y/n would be crushed but turning themselves into Big Mama wasnât exactly an ideal option either.
Y/n managed to squeeze themself out of The Destructinatorâs grip just enough to cough out a sentence. âSo let me guess, that fight club you recruit for is actually the Battle Nexus?â
âUh yeah, I figured that would be obvious by now.â He replied, squeezing Y/n back into place much to the panic of the four turtles. Their face-off was soon broken when a loud yell came from behind and April smacked The Destructinator harshly in the side of the head with her bat. He stumbled and dropped Y/n who was thankfully caught by Donnie in the nick of time.
âThanks Donnie, thought I was goner there for a second.â They looked up at Donnie causing him to blush and avoid their gaze.
âWell it was nothing, just making sure my friend doesnât turn into a pancake.â He let them down as they turned back to April who ran up to give them a hug.
âOh thank goodness youâre ok. When that guy comes to his senses Iâm going to smack the life out of him!â She announce while fiercely tapping her bat into the palm of her hand.
âThanks April.â Y/n smiled. âWait what were you guys doing here anyway I thought you were all back at the lair!?â They asked.
âWell yeah about that you see-â Leo began with the intent of covering up with a lie.
âApril said she saw something weird about your date so we followed you here and watched you two to see if he was dangerous!â Mikey blurted out.
âSo you stalked me?â Y/n questioned.
âUh yeah. But only with good intentions.â Raph replied.
âAnd it worked out cause if we hadnât youâd most likely be a prisoner of Big Mama.â April defended to try and make out the situation in a positive light.
âDonât worry Iâm not mad, just be glad you were right or else Iâd be livid.â Y/n reassured them.
The Destructinator began to finally wake up and rubbed the side of his head April had hit.
âOuch, that really hurt!â He took note that Y/n was with the turtles safely and growled. âFine, if you wonât turn yourselves in then Iâll do it for you.â
The Destructinator then charged forward and smashed his fist on the ground, separating the group. April, now on the ground with her hands supporting her weight, gripped her bat and stood up with a fire in her eyes.
âOh thatâs it!â She took the opportunity while his hand was on the ground to run up his arm. April attempted to swing her bat at his head again but was stopped by his other hand and thrown against a tree.
âHey Destructinator!â Mikey wrapped the chain of his kusari-fundo around The Destructinatorâs wrist. âTake this!â He attempted to pull him down but was instead thrown into the air and fell smack on the ground. âOuchie.â
Leo decided to antagonise the lizard yĆkai by running behind him and cheerfully calling.
âYoo hoo, Destructinator!â The Destructinator turned around and rapidly began throwing punches all of which Leo dodged in a glamorous manner. It was when he chose to close his eyes and start bragging âHa! Canât touch Neon Leon.â that The Destructinator was able to land a punch and send him flying.
He turned around and spotted Y/n, picking them up once more as they struggled against his grip.
âI warned you, now time to suffer the consequences sequences.â He prepared to crush them to bits until Donnie shouted.
âHey, hands off you overgrown lacertilia!â He held his tech-bĆ sturdily as a giant missile formed at the back. He ran forward and smashed it directly in The Destructinatorâs face causing him to wobble backwards.
Y/n notified hid grip loosen and freed herself, sliding down the lizard and running off to Donnieâs side.
Once it stopped hurting The Destructinator took his hand off his face and stared down at Donnie in rage.
âWhy you little-â
âHey!â Raph yelled out, directing The Destructinatorâs attention to him. âPick on someone your own size!â He then used his powers to form his bigger body which towered over the lizard. âOr a little bigger.â He smirked and lifted up The Destructinator with both of his hands, yelled âHot Soup!â before slamming him into the ground.
The Destructinator began coughing and clearing dust out of his eyes till he noticed Y/n standing off bedside some trees.
Upon noticing his stare they ran and he quickly stood, taking chase.
âHey, get back here!â
What he didnât see was Y/n smiling and looking back at him before passing another tree. As he went to do the same, April jumped out and smacked him in the face with her bat.
He held his head in pain before being twisted around by Mikeyâs kusari-fundo and spun around again when being quickly released.
As The Destructinator teetered on one foot in his dizzy state; Leo opened a portal beside him and pushed him in, leaning over the edge while the yĆkai fell to yell out.
âTell Big Mama we said hi!â
He stood back and finally closed the portal causing everyone to cheer.
Donnie looked towards Y/n and quickly ran to them, holding their shoulders.
âAre you ok, did he hurt you badly?â
âIâm fine Donnie.â They placed their hands on his shoulders in return. He quickly hugged them tightly which caught Y/n off guard as he isnât known for being a hugger. But instead of questioning it they embraced the hug and enjoyed it while it lasted.
Sadly that wasnât very long as the others began gathering around them. The two separated and April swung an arm around Y/nâs shoulders.
âFrom now on Iâm interrogating all your dates.â
âHaha.â Y/n let out a dry laugh. âPlease tell me youâre joking.â
âNope!â April smiled and everyone burst into laughter as they began walking home.
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The day ended with Y/n in Donnieâs lab, leaning on the back of a chair while scrolling on their phone as he carefully worked on repairing a broken piece of equipment.
âIâm sorry about your date Y/n.â
âItâs fine. Besides Iâm not really counting this one since it sucked and didnât actually end up being a date at all.â
He looked over to them relaxing and felt a wave of concern at how peaceful they were, perhaps they were in denial?
âApologies for my skepticism but you seem rather happy for someone who was nearly killed by a mutant lizard pretending to be their date.â He fully turned his chair in their direction this time, giving them his full attention.
âWell I guess maybe itâs because I didnât actually like Melvin that much, or The Destructinator I suppose.â They looked up from their phone in deep thought.
âSo if you didnât really like him then why agree to go out with him?â
âDesperation maybe? I think a part of me just felt a bit crushed and was looking for something to hide my feelings.â
âYour feelings?â Donnie questioned, wanting to push further on the conversation.
âItâs nothing just a guy, a different one, one I actually do like but I donât think he likes me back.â Y/n cringed, scrunching up into a smaller ball as they reflected on the situation.
âAnd who might this other guy be?â Donnie frowned, feeling like the weight in his chest had just been replaced by a heavier one.
âHeâs a very special person, Iâve known him for a while now and liked him for the best part of I donât know how many years.â They looked at the roof to try and recall how long it had been.
âOh.â He replied, heart sinking further into the ground.
âHe has a funny personality and can be so smart but so dumb at the same time. April thinks he likes me but Iâm still set on the fact that he doesnât and probably never will.â
As Donnie kept putting the pieces together he gathered an idea in his mind. Someone smart and stupid whom Y/n had known for a long time and also had affiliations with April. He gasped.
âLeo!?â
âNo itâs not Leo!â Y/n quickly shouted back.
âIs it Mikey!?â
âNo Donnie itâs not any of your brothers!â
âWell then who else have you known for so long!?â
Y/n stopped for a moment, unsure how to proceed. They were tempted to tell him the truth, just get it over and done with, rip the Band-Aid off. But what would it mean for their friendship? What consequences would telling him bring? They made their choice and with a shaky breath quietly replied.
âYou.â
Donnieâs heart stopped for a moment before he came to his senses. They liked him. They actually liked him! This mysterious guy he was planning on hunting down was him! He didnât know that to do, dance, laugh, cry? Without thinking he shoved his chair forwards and pulled Y/n into a kiss. Their foreheads touched as the two leant in closer, both still in equal shock.
âWhy would you think I donât like you?â Donnie asked as he pulled away.
âI donât know.â Y/n answered blankly. âDo you like me?â
âYes you dumb dumb!â He laughed and the two kissed once more. Unfortunately for them it was cut short by the sound of a camera snapping. They looked towards the entrance only to see Leoâs head sticking out behind his phone.
âOooh Pops is gonna looove this!â He cackled and ran away, waving his phone in the air.
âIâll be right back.â Donnie frowned as he grabbed some gun-looking device off his bench and took chase screaming.
âLeo!â
Y/n laughed, watching him l run off, with their head leaning on one hand. As they smiled distractedly one thought filled their mind âHe likes me!â
Thatâs all. Not much to say here but hope you enjoyed reading and have an amazing day/night wherever you are!âš
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My Name
Azul Ashengrotto x GN!Reader
Summary: Someone covers your eyes and makes you guess who he is. Of course, you already knew the answer but you still played along, deciding to tease him.
Notes: Suggestive themes in the end. Established relationship. Azul calls you sweetheart.
A/N: Some sprinkles of spice here đł Also, Azul is described to be great at cooking for this fic. I made this before his Master Chef event came out but even now, I'm still confused if he is good or bad or simply okay at cooking đ Let's just think he's good, okay? âșïž For the sake of the plot đ
A repost from my old blog @escha-evenstar. Edited.
"Ah!" You exclaimed in shock at having your eyes suddenly covered by someone's gloved hands.
"Guess who I am correctly and I shall reward you," he said. "If you guess wrongly," he continued as he moved his head closer to your ear, his voice becoming low as he whispered. "...I'll have to punish you."
You couldn't help but giggle at his actions. You already knew who he was the moment he made contact with you but decided to play along.
"Mmmm.. can I at least ask questions about my mysterious captor? I wouldn't want to be punished for guessing wrongly."
"Three questions. I'll let you ask three. Afterwards, you are to guess my name."
"Only three? That's kind of hard," you said while pouting.
"Then you better ask the right questions, sweetheart." He said huskily, putting emphasis on his endearment for you.
Oh my.
The way it rolled off his tongue made you feel a bit weak on the knees.
"Hmmm. Alright. For my first question, is my captor.. great at cooking?"
Azul smiled. "Yes."
"Hehe. That's interesting," you said amused. "For my second question, is my captor.. someone with a high position in his dorm?"
Of course. I am Housewarden of Octavinelle, after all.
"Yes, I am. Proud to say, in fact."
"Wow! That's really nice. I'm sure you must be an amazing person," you said, still feigning innocence.
For the third question, you decided to tease him a bit. "Last question. Is my captor.. extremely smart and attractive?"
That made Azul pause. Good thing he still has your eyes covered because otherwise you'd have seen the pinkish blush on his face.
Your words kept running in Azul's thoughts.
Smart? Definitely. But attractive? Well..
His past has made him feel insecure about his appearance. Hence, he continuously worked hard to maintain his current figure. You did say you find him to be very attractive, both in human form and in merform. He knows you're genuine with your compliments too. Still, Azul felt shy from hearing such words from you.
Does I say yes? Or maybe I should just invalidate the question?
From the silence you received, it was safe to assume you had Azul flustered. You tried to stifle your laughter. "Hehe. I'll take that as a yes. I mean, even your voice sounds attractive," you said, making him a blush some more. "I think I know who you are now, mysterious captor."
Azul tried to compose himself from your teasing, putting on a confident front once more. "Is that so? Remember, if you guess incorrectly, I'm going to have to punish you."
"Yep. I'm sure!"
"Then what's my name?"
"Someone who's really good at cooking. Someone who's great at school with an important status in his dorm. Someone who's intelligent and very much attractive. You areâ"
Azul waited for your response with bated breath.
"Jamil?" You said teasingly, even though you knew he was Azul.
You were expecting a playful reaction from him. Maybe he would pinch your cheeks and pout or maybe he would tickle you at your sides. But there was none. He wasn't moving and something in the air felt different. You then realized you were in trouble. Big trouble.
"No, wait! I'm sorry. I was only kidding. I know it's you Azul!" You pleaded.
No response.
"...Azul?" You called out to him nervously.
A few seconds passed by before you heard a heavy sigh from behind.
"Such a shame. I thought you would have gotten the right answer but it seems my hope was misplaced. You poor and unfortunate soul."
He moved to cover both of your eyes with a single hand instead as the other traveled down to wrap tightly around your waist before he pulled you closer. Your back in direct contact with his chest.
"You're just asking for punishment, aren't you?" He said right next to your ear, his voice dangerously low.
"No! I was just- Aah!" You were cutoff as you felt him plant kisses from your ear down to your exposed neck, making you blush. "Azuuul~" You moaned softly.
"That's my name, sweetheart. If only you said my name."
He started to bite down and suck on your skin, leaving a dark red mark. "I could have given you a nice reward but you just had to give a wrong answer."
He continued his onslaught on your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites. "But don't worry, sweetheart. You won't make that same mistake."
Azul whispered in your ear once more. You could imagine that handsome smirk as you hear the deviousness in his voice.
"I'll make sure the only word you'll be saying afterwards is my name."
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âYou ready, Lou?â
âDuh.â
âCecil? Youâve got full faith in your cabin?â
âYep.â
âWhat about you, Will? Were your threats successful?â
âMy bribes went wonderfully, thank you.â
âThen I think weâre a go.â
âGods, this is going to be great.â
âââ
Knockknockknock.
Nico locks in on his game. He is so, so close to finally making it through this stupid quest, he can feel it, and if he doesnât beat The Imprisoned before Percy heâs going to set the camp on fire.
Knockknockknock.
âJust â hold on a second!â He spams B, cursing loudly to himself, ignoring the twinge in his lower back from holding this position for so long. âFuck, fuck, come on.â He clenches his teeth, knuckles white against the Wii remote, until finally â the boss falls. He cheers.
Fuck yes. Take that, Percy.
Tossing the remote on his bed, he jogs over to the door, sliding open the three bolts and unlocking the chains. On his porch is a blur of movement, hair frizzy and pulled-on, shirt rumbled.
âOh, hey, Annabeth.â
She barely acknowledges him, focusing intently on pacing back and forth on the stone porch at the speed of light. He settles against the door frame, stretching out his spine, watching her mutter to herself.
âChiron is leaving,â she says.
Nico raises an amused eyebrow. âI am aware.â
âWith Mr. D. To some conference.â
âI heard.â
âHeâs gone until early tomorrow evening.â
âUh-huh.â
âHe left me in charge.â
âProbably wise.â
âI need an allegiance, Nico.â
âSlow down and tell me what you mean, first.â
She sighs, coming to a stop in front of him. Her fingers still drum across her biceps, and her eyes dart around, evaluating. Her teeth dig into her bottom lip.
âCampâs a lot of work,â she says finally. âIâve never been in charge of so many people at once before, and like hell am I gonna let Chiron think I canât handle it. I have a Plan, and youâre a part of it.â
Nico resists the urge to groan. Chiron leaving is supposed to mean he gets the next day or so off â no classes, no socializing, nothing. Just him in his cabin and the genuinely disgusting amount of junk food he has amassed.
(âŠAnd Will. Maybe.)
âItâs nothing crazy,â she promises. âI just need you to lurk.â
ââŠLurk?â
âYeah, you know. Chill in the shadows and scare people into complacency. You donât even need to do much, just that thing where you stare at people like you know the exact day theyâre going to die.â
âI do love lurking,â Nico admits. And to basically have a free pass to scare the shit out of whoever he wants⊠âIâll do it.â
She smiles brightly. âThanks, Nico! I knew I could count on you. Iâll meet up with you right after Chiron heads out, okay? To give you a list of people to keep your eye on.â
âSure. Bye, Annabeth.â
âSee ya!â
He closes the door and pads back to his setup, shaking the remote to get it going again. He canât quite shake the smirk off his face.
The next twenty four hours are going to rock.
âââ
âSwiper No Swiping, initiate phase one.â
âRoger that, Sunny Dick.â
ââŠIâm revoking your code name priveledges.â
âNo no no, Iâm sorry, Iâll change it.â
âââ
Before Chiron leaves, he gathers them all in the amphitheatre.
âChildren,â he calls, adjusting the bow slung across his back. âI am leaving now for my conference. I will be back before the sun sets tomorrow.â He gestures towards Annabeth, standing stiffly beside him. âAnnabeth is in charge. Consider all my authority transferred to her before I return, am I understood?â
âYes, Chiron,â courses the camp, some with significantly more attitude than others. Across the gathered crowd, Will catches his eye and winks. (Well, tries to. He has yet to catch on to the fact that he cannot, actually, wink, and instead just blinks really intentionally. Kayla and Austin have sworn him to secrecy.) Nico rolls his eyes, ears burning, and looks away.
âGood. Regular rules; no maiming, killing, or injuries above level seven. Any arson will result in a revoking of dessert privileges. Yes, Julia, even if you help in putting out the arson. It is the fire that is the issue, you understand. Excellent.â He claps his hands together. âI am looking forward to one day of peace. Try to avoid ruining it for me too quickly. Goodbye, children.â
With a wave and a fond squeeze of Annabethâs shoulder, he trots over to Half-Blood Hill, ignoring Mr. Dâs loud complaining about how long he took. With a snap of Mr. Dâs fingers, they disappear. For a brief, uncanny moment, everything is still.
âAlright,â Annabeth shouts, clapping her hands together. Nico jumps. âDinner is in an hour. Whoever is the first to fuck something up will be doing dishes. I will be watching. Dismissed.â
Wading through the swathes of ambling teenagers, she walks by where Nico is leaning against a pillar, half-hidden in the shadows.
âLurk,â she orders, passing him.
Nico shoots her a mocking salute, fading into the shadow behind him. He barely catches her grin before he dissolves into the darkness.
âââ
âPhase two in effect. Ready to go, Sabrina Spellman?â
âPrepped to go, Teletubbies Sun Baby.â
âI hate both of you.â
âââ
âHalt!â
Across the common, three suspicious figures freeze, glance behind them, and then resume walking as casually as they can.
âI said halt! Do not move! Cease all function!â
Milling nervously towards each other, Dumb, Dumber, and Dumbest pause, shifting the three massive cardboard boxes they hold each.
âHi, Annabeth,â Will says, smiling innocently. Cecil and Lou Ellen match him, eyes wide, expressions angelic.
Annabeth stomps over to them, fists clenched at her sides, entirely unmoved by the cherubic display in front of her. Nico stays right where he is, hidden by the shade of Cabin Eight.
âExplain yourselves,â Annabeth orders.
The three stooges exchange a look.
âWhatever do you mean,â Lou Ellen asks, shifting the boxes to free up her hand only to place it delicately over her chest. âWhy, we are only helping our dear friend William ââ
âOur dear, dear friend,â Cecil adds.
ââ carry these many boxes of medical supplies, so as to lower his great burden ââ
âMassive burden,â Will says sagely.
ââ and free up his evening in order for him to spend his limited time with us, his most cherished friends.â
âEspecially cherished,â Will and Cecil chorus together.
Unable to bite back a smile, Nico rolls his eyes so hard his skull hurts. Theyâre not even trying to not get caught, at this point. Idiots.
Clearly agreeing, Annabeth scoffs. âYeah, right. Boxes down, all three of you. Youâre being detained for suspected illicit substances.â
âAnnabeth!â Will cries, hand to his chest, âafter all I do for this camp, you would accuse me of being â illicit?! Me?! The outrage! The insult! The impugn, the ââ
âCan it, Solace. Open the boxes.â
Huffing in perfect unison, the three of them carefully lower their boxes to the ground.
âTape off.â
Intentionally slowly, they run a nail along the edge of the packing tape.
âFlaps open, guys, câmon.â
With flourish, the trio fling open the thin cardboard panels. Inside each box is rows of bandages, packaged syringes, sterile bands, tongue compresses, and more that Nico canât name. Annabeth glares at the boxes with perhaps more disdain than the situation calls for.
Then again.
It is camp.
âSee?â says Cecil, gesturing grandly. âThe shipment just came in from my dad.â
Like a hound dog locking in on a bleeding squirrel, Annabethâs eyes narrow. Her lips spread into wide, frankly maniacal smirk.
âYour dad is in a conference with the rest of the Olympians right now, Markowitz.â
Caught.
âWell,â Cecil says, and then nothing else.
âHe meant it in the royal sense,â Lou Ellen pipes up in his silence. Cecil nods frantically. âYou know, âjustâ as in, like, recently, as in this morning ââ
âDo you three think Iâm stupid.â
âItâs just medical supplies! You can look through them if you want ââ
Even if they werenât acting like criminals, Nico knows his friends. He knows his boyfriend, especially, and recognises that damn look on his face. He can also physically see Annabethâs stress ulcer coming back.
Closing his eyes, Nico fades into Cabin Sixâs shadow. Itâs a quick jump, so the stretch is easy, and the darkness bows easily to his hold. He reappears silently behind the group, taking advantage of the setting sun, and darts out to grip Lou Ellenâs arm.
âBoo,â he whispers.
She shrieks at the top of her lungs, jumping three clean feet in the air. Coincidently, the boxes of medical supplies flicker, turning into a truly baffling amount of instant mashed potato boxes.
âI knew it!â Annabeth shouts.
On cue, all three doofuses turn to Nico, jeering and complaining about âruining the funâ. Nicoâs glare is ineffective on Doofus #1, but the other two can be cowed. He focuses on channelling the flames of hell to reflect in his eyes like his father showed him until they look away, muttering at the ground.
âWe still donât have any illicit substances,â Will insists, glaring right back. Nico sticks out his tongue. He crosses his eyes like a four year old. How immature, honestly. âSo weâre just gonna take our stuff and ââ
âAbsolutely not, Golden Boy. Put that hand away.â
Wisely, Will draws slowly back from the boxes, tucking his hands in his pocket.
Annabeth stares, hard, at the three of them, flicking her dark eyes from the potatoes and back. The tips of her worn-out converse tap slowly on the packed grass, tip-tap-tip-tap, as they all squirm.
Understanding dawns on her quickly.
âItâs supposed to rain tomorrow, for the strawberry plants.â
They squirm harder.
âOh, you godsdamn bitches.â
âIt wouldâve been really funny,â Cecil mumbles, staring at the ground. âRain making the ground turn into a sea of mashed potatoes. Like Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs.â
âThe only meatballs around here are the ones clogging up your skull!â Annabeth shouts, which doesnât quite make sense but sounds clever coming from her anyway. âWho was gonna clean that up, huh? Magic?â
âI mean, probably,â Lou Ellen says, promptly shutting up at Annabethâs glare.
âAnd you, Will! I cannot believe! Where is that responsibility youâre known for, huh?â
Will pouts. âI can be responsible and do fun things.â
âFun, he says. Iâm going to fucking kill you, howâs that for fun. The one day Iâm left in charge, I cannot believe ââ
âIf it helps, itâs less about you and more about April Fools being tomorrow,â Cecil interjects tentatively. âLike, we were going to do this whether or not Chiron left.â
Annabeth glares darkly. âOf fucking course you were. Itâs always you three, I swear to the gods. I should have known.â
âItâs honestly kind of embarrassing for you guys,â Nico adds. He smiles smugly at them, relishing in their rolled eyes and mocking hands. âLike, everyone expected this. You did this to yourselves, honestly.â
âBoo, you jag,â Lou Ellen protests. The other two knuckleheads joint in the booing, Will taking it an extra stop forward and blowing a raspberry, both thumbs pointing down. Nico responds with a wide grin and two middle fingers.
âEnough,â Annabeth says, rubbing her temples. âExtra chores, all three of you. Go help the cleaning harpies until sundown. And not another peep of complaint or Iâll have you on chores tomorrow, too.â
Without another glance at them, she turns around and walks away, muttering at least you caught it early at least you caught it early at least you caught it early over and over to herself.
âPretty sure you guys have physical labour to do,â Nico says brightly when she disappears into the Big House. âIâd get started on that, if I were you.â
âButthead,â Cecil mutters.
âKiss-ass,â Lou Ellen agrees, making a face.
âTraitor,â Will whispers, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he walks past.
Nico watches them go, standing guard over the boxes in case they try to come back for them.
He canât help but think that they all look a little too jovial for having their plans ruined before they even started.
âââ
âIs he still looking?â
âNo.â
âOkay, Phase Three, letâs go letâs go letâs go ââ
âââ
Every time Nico wakes with the sun, he sets aside twenty minutes of his morning routine to curse Apollo, his father, Apollo again, Phanes, and Prometheus. In that order.
He does like the bonus of getting breakfast. Usually he sleeps through it and has to hope Will saved him coffee cake, which he does, every time, because he wants to bribe his way into Nicoâs affections. But there is something to be said about camp coffee cake when it is still warm, crumbly on the top and soft on the inside. It is a rare and occasionally worth-it treat, and on his bleary walk to the dining pavilion, Nico tries to keep this in the forefront of his mind. Fresh coffee cake. Fresh coffee. Fresh fruit. And Will, probably, not that seeing him is worth getting up early or anything. (So what that he gets all excited and energetic when he sees Nico up in the morning. If anything itâs embarrassing for him.)
For once, heâs actually early enough that there are very few people already at breakfast. He sees most of the Athena kids, still half-asleep over their mugs, and pretty much every camper under the age of eleven. A few head counsellors, too, watching out for the little ones or catching up on a rare moment of quiet. Nico makes a beeline for the breakfast spread, cutting a slice of coffee cake to leave on the platter and putting the rest of it on his plate. He puts a single strawberry in the middle of it so no one can accuse him of being unhealthy, then ambles over to the Apollo table.
âNeeks? Whereâre you going?â
Nico pauses. He shifts his plate to one hand, rubbing at his bleary eyes. He looks at the Apollo table. He counts one, two, three heads â Kayla, Austin, andâŠCecil?
âNico? You good, babes?â
He turns, slowly, to face the voice. Picking at a plate full of pineapple, next to Reika Onason, Lou Ellen's sister, is Will.
âI know mornings are hard for you, but youâre meant to eat at your table,â he teases. âCome sit, doofus. Unless youâre taking advantage of Chironâs absence to make friends elsewhere, I guess, but it seems unlike you.â
âYouâre â whatâre you â what?â Nico says dumbly, struggling to reconcile the imagine in front of him.
For some reason, Will is eating his breakfast at the Hecate table.
And that is not all.
For some reason, his camp shirt does not say head medic. For some reason, he is wearing black jeans. For some reason, dozens of Celestial bronze rings adorn his fingers, carved with sigils. For some reason, his hair is clipped back, and there is black eyeliner around his bright blue eyes, and his nails are painted darker than Nicoâs, and he is sitting at the Hecate table.
âWhat are you doing?â
âHavingâŠbreakfast,â Will says slowly. His lips turn down in concern. âNico, are you okay?â
âIâm fine! Itâs â youâre the one acting weird!â
Will and Reika exchange a look.
âMaybe you should go see Cecil,â Will suggests carefully. âDid you sleep okay last night? Maybe you hit your head ââ
Nico looks desperately back at the Apollo table. They watch him strangely now, too, and after a second Cecil gets up from his â Willâs â seat, and walks over.
âEverything okay?â he asks, impish expression almost serious. âYou look pale, Nico.â
âIâm worried,â Will says. âHeâs acting â confused, Cece, maybe thereâs a ââ
âIâm not confused,â Nico scowls. âYou two are â doing something.â He gestures vaguely between them. âAs revenge for yesterday.â
Will snorts. âWhat, the potatoes? Donât let Lou hear you discredit her like that. If you think sheâd plan some revenge prank on you this early, you donât know her at all.â
Nicoâs head starts to hurt. He sets down his plate, rubbing his temples. Why would Lou Ellen be so bothered by that? Why isnât she here, with her sister? What the hell is going on?
âBoth of you â cut it out. Whatever dumbass prank youâre pulling is just stupid.â
âDid I hear something about a prank?â Bounding over from the camp store, arms laden with contraband junk food, is Lou Ellen, smiling brightly. âWhatever it is, I want in!â
âOh, thank the gods, youâre back.â Will makes grabby hands at the pile. She tosses him a pack of twizzlers off the top, rolling her eyes as he tears into like he didnât just polish off two and a half entire pineapples and three bowls of oatmeal. âI was going through withdrawal.â
âIâm not helping you when your stomach cramps up,â Cecil promises, snorting. His eyes follow the candy ropes in their harried journey towards Will's gaping maw. âYou can sit in your misery.â
âBleh bleh bleh.â
Nico narrows his eyes at them. Clearly, theyâre all in on this â bit, or whatever it is. Itâs a little too coordinated to be a quickly-planned revenge prank. They must have had a backup to the potatoes, although a pretty weak one. Unless they somehow managed to bribe the entire camp into agreeing to act along with their dumbassery, and Nico knows none of them can come even close to affording that, then all it takes is one person on Nicoâs side before their little ruse is broken.
âItâs too early for this,â Nico says, interrupting their bickering. He picks up his breakfast and trudges off to his actual table, ignoring Willâs pouting. He has to brush the dust off the bench, but itâs worth it to avoid whatever headache the three of them will inevitably give him.
Coffee cake, save him.
âââ
âItâs not looking good, Katara ââ
âI actually like that one.â
ââ heâs totally onto us.â
âJust stick to the plan. Power onto Phase Four.â
âââ
To Nico's great satisfaction, many other people do double takes as they walk into breakfast.
As the Athena table, minus Annabeth, who is likely putting out a literal or metaphorical fire somewhere, wakes up, they start to notice the strange seating situation. It starts with Malcolm, who stares at Cecil in a lab coat with the same expression Nico has seen him wear when attempting to solve the Hodge conjecture. He leans over to murmur something in his brotherâs ear, and then all seven of them are looking between the Hecate, Apollo, and mostly-empty Hermes tables with suspicious frowns and furrowed brows.
Nico catches Willâs eye, smirking.
Gameâs up, he mouths. Will only shrugs innocently at him.
Itâs Annabeth who finally puts a stop to the nonsense, striding in at the tail end of the rest of the slowly-waking crowd. She has grass in her hair and murder in her eyes.
Excellent.
âI swear to the gods, I just dealt with you three,â she snaps, raising her voice so they all can hear her. Coincidentally, it attracts the attention of every other nosy person at camp, which is everybody. âJust âcause Chironâs not here doesnât mean the rules go out the window. Back to your tables, letâs move.â
âWeâre at our tables,â Cecil protests. âWhy do people keep saying that?â
Annabeth takes a very deep, very long breath. She has a whole day of this, too. How unfortunate for her.
âMaybe because you are full of shit, Markowitz. Go sit with the rest of you troublemakers.â
Kayla clears her throat. âAnnabeth, Iâm not sure what youâre talking about.â Her thin eyebrows are drawn tightly together, lips turned down into a frown. âCecil is exactly where heâs supposed to be.â
That gives her pause.
That gives a lot of people pause. Nico sets down his coffee cake.
âCecilâs at the Apollo table,â Annabeth says slowly.
Kayla meets her gaze, face creased in concern. â...Yeah, I know.â
âCecil is a Hermes kid, Kayla.â
She snorts. âYeah, sometimes I think so, too. But as much as I would absolutely love to trade my brother ââ
âHey!â
âHeâs a healer, Annabeth. He got claimed and everything.â
âI donât have time for this,â Annabeth says, dragging her hand down her face. âKayla, I donât know what they paid you ââ
âOh, for goodnessâ sake.â With a clatter of plates, Will clambers on the table, clapping his hands. âYour attention please, everyone!â
Without so much as a pause, Will claps his hands together. Immediately, a ball of green light expands from them, flashing almost too bright to look at. Nico watches, slack jawed, as he tosses it into the air, making it explode into a thousand little sparkles, descending gently over everyoneâs heads. The little kids laugh in delight, reaching for them like theyâre bubbles.
âDoes that settle things?â he demands.
Silence rings for one, two, three seconds.
The camp erupts.
Dozens of voices overlap, all shouting over each other at once. Hands gesture wildly at Will, at Cecil, at Lou â trying to piece things together. Will is their head medic â isnât he? Then why is Cecil wearing scrubs? And why is Lou chilling at the Hermesâ table, chatting with Julia over a bowl of cereal? Something isnât right.
âJust â everybody quiet!â
It takes a minute, but everyone settles down, sitting back in their seats and fidgeting, looking around with half-confused, half-amused smiles. Like theyâre laughing at a joke theyâre half convinced is real.
âWho thinks this ââ Annabeth makes some vaguely indicative movement at Will, Lou, and Cecil â âis weird? Raise your hand.â
Almost all hands go up. Only a handful stay down â Will, Lou Ellen, and Cecil, of course, but the entirety of the Hermes cabin stays oddly silent, as do Kayla, Austin, Reika, and, shockingly, Clovis.
âStoll,â Nico demands before Annabeth gets the chance, âyouâre buying this?â
âBuying what?â Connor says after a moment. He shrugs, eyes twinkling in amusement. âIâm just chillinâ with my sister, Nico. Cecil is great, but he hasnât been in our cabin since he got claimed.â
The rest of the Hermes kids nod in agreement. Whispers filter through the tables â first Kayla, now all the Hermes kids?
âIf I may,â interjects Clovis, yawning. âThereâs anâŠenergy, around.â
âGods, yeah, I was feeling it too,â Will agrees frantically. âAlmost aâŠblanket, of some kind. Something heavy and stifling.â
Malcolm looks over with interest. âYou think we got cursed, or something? The whole camp?â
Will shrugs. âMaybe? Canât think of any other reason you guys are remembering things weird.â
âIt could be a godâs interference,â Nyssa suggests, raising her voice to be heard from the Hephaestus table. âI mean, thatâs what happened to Jason and Leo and Piper, right? Their memories got fudged.â
âYeah, but camp-wideâŠâ
âCould still be possible.â
âThereâs no way! Theyâre fucking with us, come on ââ
It doesnât take long for the arguing to start up again. This time, though, more people looked spooked â more people look to the dumbass trio themselves, eyes wide like theyâre looking at ghosts.
Like theyâre believing this shit.
Nico scowls, shoving away from his table and stomping over to his boyfriend.
âYou are so full of shit I can smell you from across the room,â he says, raising his voice to be heard over the noise.
âI donât know what you want me to say.â He wiggles his fingers in Nicoâs direction. They spark with the same green light. âWant me to switch your eyes and ears again?â
That sounds horrifying. âTry it and die.â
âAlright, grouchy.â He holds his hands up, stepping back from Nicoâs glare. âIâll keep my hands to myself.â
Alarm bells go off in Nicoâs head. This is more than just strange, itâs wrong. And not just âcause he looks different â so what if he looks different. Will could shave his head bald and tattoo himself purple, Nico wouldnât care.
But his aura.
The essence of Will, that Nico has grown so used to be stopped noticing. The quiet, warmth strength, the feeling of a soft breeze in the summer, of walking past a window in the late afternoon, of smokey August campfires and scratchy guitar, is gone. Is different, rather; almost blocked. It feels like a cloud blowing over the sun, making everything warped and off and shadowy.
Something is afoot. Something is wrong, and not just some vague, made-up spell like the Trickster Trio would have the camp believe. Something like smoke and mirrors, something shadier.
He watches Will fall into step next to Cecil, ducking away from his ruffling hand. He frowns.
If thereâs one thing Nico can do, itâs wade through the shadows.
âââ
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Car troubles with Mrs. Maximoff (fem smut)
Summary: youâre a mechanic coming over to fix Wandaâs car. But she doesnât realize an attractive woman is the one coming over.
Warnings: fingering and kissing.
Wanda looks at you suspiciously as you make your way to her doorstep.
Hi maâam, I was called here to fix a car, are you Mrs. Maximoff?
Wanda looks up at you. âYes, I am.â
Well you are insanely gorgeous honâ.
You look up and down at her curvy body.
Wanda looks at you in a slightly confused manner but her expression softens when she hears your compliment. âWell... thank you. I can say the same thing about you.â she laughs softly.
Anyways, I was called here to fix a car? You lean your arm on the door and look down at Wanda.
Wanda looks up at you. She swallows and tries to keep her cool while looking into your eyes.
She quickly breaks the eye contact to avoid giving away any obvious signs. âOh yes...you're a mechanic?â
Yes ma'am, I sure am. You smile real big at Wanda.
Wanda looks at your arms. Her eyes linger a bit too long on your muscular arms but she quickly shakes her head to snap out of it and looks back at your eyes.
âSo um... which car is it you came to fix?â
Uh ma'am, Iâm not sure? You just told me over the phone you needed your car fixed. You cackled.
Wanda's eye roll is almost audible. âOh right right...how could I forget.â Wanda stands up.
She turns away and starts walking to her garage while expecting you to follow her.
Wanda opens the garage door and walks inside. The garage is pretty organised and clean. Her car is situated in the middle of the garage.
Ahh I see, a Lincoln huh? Itâs a nice car.
âYep you got it...my car just stopped working a few days ago... maybe you can have a look at it and tell me what the problem is?â
Sure can ma'am! You open the bumper.
oh you're missing a spark plug and your water and oil is low, I'll have it fixed in a couple of hours.
You smile at Wanda.
Wanda looks slightly confused and a bit annoyed that she didn't spot the missing spark plug but she can't help but melt at the sight of your smile.
She leans against the bonnet of the car, watching what you're doing.
She crosses her arms and looks down at the floor to avoid staring at your arms.
âSo, It'll take 2 hours?â
Maybe less than that, I can work fast. You look down at her.
Wanda sighs deeply.
âSounds great thank you. I really appreciate that you're doing this on such short notice.â
Wanda smiles politely.
She can't help but get distracted by the sight of your arms flexing as you are focusing on fixing the car.
She looks away again and swallows.
Your hands are dirtied up with oil, So you slip off your black wife beater and wipe your veiny hands off on the shirt.
Wanda's eyes immediately flicker towards your abs. She looks at them for a pretty long time.
She tries not to make it obvious that she's checking you out but it's pretty obvious that she's distracted by your body.
She forces herself to look back at the car and keep a straight face while she's in a complete daze.
You look up at her.
Your battery is fried as well, Iâll have to bring you a new one, is it fine if I show up tomorrow?
Wanda can't help but smirk slightly when she sees you taking your shirt off but quickly puts a straight face on and looks at you.
âYou're coming back tomorrow?â
You fix your sports bra to a comfy spot.
If thatâs okay with you?
Wanda swallows. She notices you fix your sports bra and can't help but notice just how perfect your body looks.
She takes her time before answering as she wants to make sure she doesn't say anything stupid.
âOf course it's fine. It's no trouble at all.â She says quietly.
You okay mrs. Maximoff, you look a little shaken?
âI'm fine I'm fine.â Wanda quickly replies, almost too quickly.
She bites down on her lip.
She does think she looks a little shaken as she's struggling to keep her composure after looking at your body.
She takes a deep breath and sighs.
âYou just caught me off guard. You know... taking your shirt off.â She laughs slightly.
oh my god i'm so sorry, I can put it back on if it's a problem. You say concerned.
Wanda quickly shakes her head and looks panicked almost.
âNo no it's fine really. It's not a problem at all. â
She looks at you and studies your body once again. She's getting more and more attracted to you the more she stares at your body.
Her eyes flicker up and down your body a few times before meeting your eyes again.
You get distracted and look over at her breast.
Wanda notices where your eyes are going.
She swallows slightly but tries to keep her serious expression on her face. She's trying to act unaffected by the attention youâre giving her but she's actually quite flustered.
She looks down and realises that she dressed up and wore a pretty revealing top today and now she's embarrassed.
Her cheeks turn slightly red but she looks back up at you.
That dress looks really good on you Mrs. Maximoff. You chuckle nervously.
Wanda looks surprised when you complimented her so suddenly.
She didn't expect that at all. She glances down at her dress and looks back at you.
âUm thank you... I appreciate it.â
Wanda smiles and starts twirling her hair with her fingers as her cheeks turn slightly more red.
She looks at your body again discreetly.
Alright.. so I put in a new spark plug and new oil and water all it needs is a new battery and it will be good to go.
Wanda nods in response.
She can't stop herself from admiring your torso. She looks at every inch of your defined abs and her eyes linger for way too long on your arms.
Her mouth goes slightly dry as she looks at you but she forces herself to look at your eyes and not your body.
âThat's great thank you so much. I really appreciate it.â
Is there anything else that you need fixed I can do more than fixing cars I can do plumbing as well and just about anything. You eagerly ask.
Wanda bites her lip and ponders on your question.
She can think of a few things that need "fixing" right now. But of course she's not gonna say that out loud.
She quickly composes herself and tries to think of something that needs fixing.
âUm no l don't think so. Maybe the toilet in my bathroom needs a new flushing mechanism but i'll manage for nowâŠâ
Are you sure? I can fix it up it, it wonât take long at all.
Wanda considers your offer.
She wants to accept but she also wants you to stay in her garage for a little longer so she can admire your body.
Wanda looks back and forth from your arms to your abs. She looks at you up and down a few times before she finally speaks up.
âUm...you know what? I could do with a new flushing mechanismâŠâ
All right then, can you show me to the bathroom honâ? You ask.
Wanda looks startled for a second when you call her "hon'" she's not used to all the random pet names but she doesn't mind it at all and it even turns her on a bit.
Her heart flutters slightly as she looks away from you and clears her throat.
âYeah sure...follow me.â
She turns around and starts walking into the house with you following close behind.
You've got a really nice house. You say as you look around.
As you look around, you see toys lying around on the floor.
oh you have kids? You ask.
âThanks.â
Wanda smirks when she looks back at the toys lying around and picks them up.
âYeah I have twins. They're just playing in their room right now.â
âI should go check on them.â
What's their names?
Wanda smiles when mentioning her children.
âTheir names are Billy and Tommy. They should be in their room playing with legos or something.â
Billy and Tommy, cute names.
âThank you.â
Wanda smiles as she stands near Billy and Tommy's bedroom door.
She peeks into the room and sees them playing with legos on the floor.
Her twins quickly look up at their mother when they spot her standing in the doorway but they continue playing with legos.
They are adorable, they look a lot like their mother. They are very lucky to have you.
Wanda's heart melts at your comment as she smiles looking at her twin sons.
She turns around to look at you and is once again distracted by your body.
âThank you. They're my little angels...â
she says quietly before biting down on her lip.
You know, your husband is really lucky to have such a beautiful sweet wife like you. You flirtatiously comment.
Wanda's heart aches and sinks a little at the mention of her husband.
She looks down and fiddles with her engagement ring.
She quickly composes herself and plasters on a fake smile.
She forces herself to look you in the eyes and laugh softly.
âThank you so much. But um my husband...he's not around anymore.â
Oh I am so sorry for bringing that up- I saw the engagement ring and I just thought- I'm so sorry Mrs. Maximoff.
You feel bad for being up her husband.
Wanda shakes her head and gives you a reassuring smile.
She reaches out slowly and pats your shoulder.
âNo no it's fine you don't have to apologize. I know most people think I'm still with my husband I don't blame you. And please just call me Wanda.â
Wanda lets her hand rest on your shoulder for a little longer than necessary.
You get distracted by her hand placement on your shoulder.
Oh uh the bathroom, you were going to show me?
Wanda's heart flutters when she realizes that her hand is still on your shoulder. But she's too distracted by your body to move her hand away...yet.
She swallows and slowly moves her hand away from your shoulder and turns to point at the bathroom door.
âOh...yeah right the bathroom.â
âIt's right here.â
She leads you to the bathroom.
Alrighty thank you.
Your arm brushes past her body as you walk through the door.
Wanda's whole body tingles when your arm brushes past her body.
Her heart is racing now and she's desperate to touch your body again. She watches you walk into the bathroom and she slowly follows behind after a few seconds.
Her mind is racing with all sorts of inappropriate and inappropriate thoughts as the sight of your body distracts her.
Can you hand me that wrench right there?
Wanda is snapped out of her thoughts when you ask for a wrench.
She blushes slightly as she looks for the wrench and hands you the wrench a moment later.
She stares at your arms as you fix the flushing mechanism.
Alright it's fixed. So easy to fix.
You smile looking down at her.
Wanda can't help but smile back at you as she looks up at you.
She can't stop herself from staring at you like a lovesick puppy.
Her eyes linger on your chest and arms before making their way up to your eyes. She swallows and looks a bit flustered.
âWow you fixed it really fast. You're really good at this...â
It's what I do. You need anything else?
Wanda knows that she should just let you leave and end this interaction before she does something stupid.
But she wants you to stay longer. She steps slightly closer to you and looks up at you with a sultry gaze.
âWell actually...there is something you could possibly help with...â
And that is?
Wanda takes another step closer and places a hand on your arm.
She runs her hand up and down your arm as she stares into your eyes.
Her expression is filled with desire.
âCan you stay a little bit longer... please?â
Of course I can. You smile big.
Wanda feels her heart skip a beat when you accept her request. She feels slightly flustered and also very excited.
Her whole body tingles under your gaze and she slowly moves her hand on your arm up to your chest.
She slowly moves her hand up and down your chest while she looks at you with a sultry expression.
âThank you...it means a lot to me.â
Itâs really no problem.
You look down at her full lips.
Wanda's eyes flicker to your lips as well.
Her heart is racing and she can feel a pool of heat between her legs now.
She moves her hand up to your neck and slowly strokes your neck as she moves closer to you.
âYou're too nice for your own good you know...â
I try to be.
You move your dirty hand to grab her waist.
Wanda feels her breath catch in her throat when you grab her waist. Her heart is racing so fast.
Her body tingles when your dirty hand touches her skin.
She swallows and presses her body against yours as her hands move to your arms. She caresses your arms and feels your muscles under her palms.
âGod you're so...big...and strong...â
You chuckle. You think that?
Wanda looks up at you and gives you a coy smile.
She slowly nods her head as she looks you up and down slowly.
âYes you know how to use your strength...it's hard for me to resist you...â
You let out a little smirk.
You know I can use my strength for other things too.
You pick her up and shove her on the sink.
Wanda squeals and gasps as you pick her up and put her on the counter with ease.
Her heart soars when she's lifted so easily.
She giggles as she wraps her legs around your waist and looks up at you with lust in her eyes.
âOh yeah? What other things do you wanna use your strength for?â
Well that's for you to decide hon'
You grab on her thighs.
Wanda moans softly when you grab her thighs. Her skin feels like it's on fire and the nickname âhonââ is still making her feel weak in the knees.
She leans her head back and exposes her neck to you while she tugs on your shoulders.
You sloppily kiss down her neck to her big breast.
Wanda moans even louder as your kiss her neck and her breast.
Every touch of your lips on her skin is driving her crazy.
Her legs wrap tighter around your waist, pulling you closer to her.
âOh god... please... don't stop...â
What's that I hear? You tease.
You want me to stop?
Wanda whimpers in frustration as she looks back at you. She shakes her head and pouts.
âNo... please don't stop... please... don't tease me...â
You laugh playfully while twisting her hair.
You're so beautiful, especially when you're begging me.
Wanda feels slight embarrassed when you call her beautiful but she swallows her embarrassment and looks at you with a lustful gaze.
She lets out a soft moan as you twist her hair and she tries to keep the pout on her face.
âOh shut up...l'm not begging...â she says in a whiny tone.
You grab her chin and kiss her lips.
mmm, you taste so good. I wonder what you taste like between those pretty little thighs.
You slide your hand more closer up her thighs.
Wanda moans into your lips as her body tenses up.
She gasps when you slide your hand further up her thigh and shivers at your comment.
Her legs part slightly and her skin feels like it's on fire.
âGod you're so...damn forward...no one's ever said things like this to me before...â
You like that? You tease.
Wanda nods her head frantically and grabs onto your arms again.
She can't help but bite her lip in anticipation as she watches you slowly move your hand up her now parted thighs.
âYes...yes I like it... keep going...â
You slide your hand rubbing against her soaked pink lacey underwear.
You're just so sweet.
Wanda gasps and bucks her hips against your hand.
She throws her head back and moans in pleasure while gripping onto your arms tightly.
Her whole body is on fire. She pants and trembles slightly as she desperately tries to keep holding eye contact with you.
âGod...don't stopâŠâ
You look directly into her eyes, smiling cockily.
Wanda gasps slightly and swallows as she looks back at you.
She feels flustered but somehow she still manages to pout even in this situation.
She's trying not to let your smirk affect her but she's clearly affected and flustered by your cocky gaze.
âGod you're so cocky...it's driving me crazy..â
You cackle as you slide her panties down and rub her wet cunt in circular motion.
Wanda moans louder and grips onto your arms tighter.
She tries to keep a straight face but she's slowly coming undone and unraveling under your touch.
Her body feels sensitive and she's starting to crave more from you.
She lets out a whine in frustration and looks at you with pleading eyes.
âGod...please...l need more...give me more...â
You slide a finger through her tight pussy.
Wanda moans even louder and shudders at the new sensation.
Her body feels like it's melting in your touch.
She closes her eyes for a moment and gasps softly as she tenses and grips your arms tighter.
The pleasure is almost too much for her to handle right now.
Hmm you can't handle it? You tease as you slowly slip another finger into her.
Wanda moans louder and shakes her head. Her breath starts to quicken as she pants heavily while looking at you with pleading eyes.
âUgh...you're so damn cocky and you know how to drive me crazy...â
She's trying to say that she can handle it but at the same time she's starting to lose herself in the pleasure your fingers are giving her.
Her legs trembles and her body quivers.
Hmm you like that? You say as you push harder inside of her.
Wanda whines and nods her head.
Yes... I like it...I love it...don't stop...
Her voice is trembling and she's panting in ecstasy now.
Her body is starting to shiver and her legs start to tremble more as she gets closer to her climax.
She's gripping onto your arms tightly as she tries to keep her eyes open.
Youâre so wet honey.
You tease.
Wanda moans and shivers at your words. She gasps softly as she feels herself get even wetter from your words and touch.
She feels overwhelmed by pleasure now and she's starting to lose herself in the sensations.
You kiss down her neck as you go in and out faster.
Wanda moans louder and louder as she gets closer to the edge and feels your lips on her neck.
Her body is trembling more and more and she lets out soft whimpers as she grips onto your shoulders.
Sheâs clearly overwhelmed from the intense pleasure and is desperately trying to hold back.
âOh god... oh god...l'm so closeâŠdonât stopâŠâ
Kisses get sloppier and sloppier as she gets closer to cumming.
Wanda is trembling and moaning uncontrollably now as she gets closer to her climax.
Her legs tremble violently and her grip on your shoulders tightens as she's struggling to hold back now.
She's whimpering and panting as her long nails dig into your back.
You move your left hand to pull her hair back. Wanda gasps and moans at your firm grip on her hair.
She loves the feeling and can't help but let out a louder mewl of pleasure.
She's so close to the edge now and she's struggling to form words as the pleasure is starting to overpower her.
âGod...yes...yes..please...â
Shhh baby the boys are going to hear us. You smirk while fingering her harder and faster.
Wanda lets out a louder gasp and moans when you tell her to be quiet.
She bites her lip hard to keep herself from moaning loudly but it's hard to keep quiet with how good you're making her feel.
You push harder until you hear little knocks on the door.
Oh shit! You quietly say under your breath.
Wanda gasps and her whole body freezes when her sons knock.
Her body feels like it's on fire from the interrupted climax and she doesn't know what to do.
She's desperately trying to calm down her breathing.
âBoys...give me a minute!â
You keep going, you wonât stop until she finishes.
Wanda gasps and bites back yet another moan when you keep going.
She's trying so hard to keep herself from moaning loudly.
She desperately grips onto your arms and tries to slow you down before her sons hear her.
âWaitâŠplease...slow down...â
Whatâs wrong baby? You question.
Wanda tries to keep a straight face but it's hard to do when you're still going so good.
âYou're...going... too fast...the boys are here... they'll hear...â
Itâs okay I got this.
You smile as you put your hand over her mouth and you shove your fingers even faster.
Wanda gasps and moans loudly into your hand when you go faster and harder than before. The pleasure and excitement is driving her crazy.
You nibble on her earlobe and whisper.
Come on baby cum for me.
Wanda gasps at your whisper and shivers.
The tone of your voice and the sensations you're making her feel is starting to drive her to the breaking point.
She desperately moans into your hand and tries to say âIâm closeâ but her words are all muffled by your palm.*
Shhh honey. You press harder on her mouth. As Billy bangs on the door.
âMommy what are you doing in there?!â Billy yells.
You uncover her mouth.
Wanda gasps and moans loudly when your hand leaves her mouth.
Her head is spinning, her body is trembling and she can barely speak through her panting and moans.
She moans your name but then she hears her sonâs voice on the other side of the door.
âOhâŠfuckâŠâ
She gasps and tries to control her breathing so she can talk to her children.
You whisper in her ear.
Iâm not stopping until you cum darling.
Wanda whimpers softly at your whispered words and nods slowly.
She's starting to give in and just let you take her right in front of her kids.
She looks down in embarrassment as she moans softly while she listens to Tommy and Billy bang on the door.
You hold the door shut so the kids wonât be able to come in.
They wonât know.
You say as you wink at her, pumping faster with your fingers, in and out.
Wanda whimpers and shudders at how cocky you are.
She feels flustered by your winks and how easily you've taken control of the situation.
She looks at the door while you hold it shut and tries to listen to her sons on the other side of it.
âUgh...they're gonna know...â
They wonât honey.
You reassure her as you continue fingering her.
Wanda wants to believe you but she hears her sons on the other side trying to figure out what she's doing in here and it makes her feel more embarrassed.
âUgh... ..l can't... they're gonna catch us...â
Itâll be okay.. just cum for me baby.
You pump your fingers harder into her.
Wanda swallows and nods slowly. She moans softly at your words and trembles at the pleasure you're giving her.
She closes her eyes and stops worrying about her sons on the other side of the door.
Good girl.
Wanda moans louder and shakes her head as she tries to control her breathing.
âThey...they know...they. they're right... on the other side...â
Oh baby quit being paranoid, they donât know.
Wanda trembles and moans shakily as she looks at the door.
Her body is on fire from pleasure and her mind is clouded from it too but she still feels embarrassed from her sons listening to her moans.
âThey're gonna figure it out...â
You want me to stop? You slow down.
Wanda lets out a shaky whimper and closes her eyes again as she feels her body melt into your touch.
She's getting closer and closer to the edge and she's not even paying attention to her sons talking on the other side of the door anymore.
She's completely focused on the pleasure your giving her.
âMmm godâŠso good...â
You going to cum for me baby? You shove faster.
Wanda moans and nods her head shakily.
Her body is trembling and her legs are shaking violently as she grips onto your arms to steady herself.
She's breathing heavily now and she's so close to the edge.
âYes..yes...I'm about to cum... please...don'tâ
Mm youâre so close baby cum for me.
Wanda whimpers and nods again, her head spinning as she trembles under your touch.
She lets out a louder moan and gasps softly, her body starting to tense and shiver as she gets closer to the edge.
âMmm Iâm so close....don't stop...please baby..â
You use your thumb to rub her clit while shoving your fingers into her faster.
Wanda let's out a soft cry and moans loudly, clinging onto you tightly as she gasps and shudders violently.
âIâm..Iâm going to cum!â
She rides your fingers until her sweet juices drip down your fingers.
She trembles and leans against you, overwhelmed and breathless.
She's trying to regain her senses as her body slowly calms down from the intense pleasure.
Good girl, you did so good.
Wanda leans against you as she tries to regain her breath and control her breathing.
She's still trembling slightly and her body feels like it's buzzing with leftover pleasure.
âYes... that was...that was incredible...â
You think so honâ?
You kiss her one last time before you open the door.
Wanda gasps at the last kiss and her body shudders.
She feels flustered as you open the door afterwards.
She quickly fixes her disheveled hair and tries to act like she wasn't just getting pleasured so good right in front of her kids.
Hi boys! I was just helping your mommy out.
You smile real big at them.
Wanda looks over at her sons and smiles nervously as well.
She can't look them in the eye right now, knowing that they were probably listening to her moans and gasps through the whole thing.
She feels embarrassed and blushes slightly but still manages to force a smile.
âYes boys...I... just needed some help with something...â
Wanda looks at you and turns back to her twin sons.
Well, I guess I better get to going you say as you grab your tool box.
See you boys. You smile as you walk away.
Wanda watches you go and she still feels embarrassed but she tries to act normal.
She walks over to them and looks down at them both with a nervous smile.
âHow...how long were you boys listening for?â
You laugh as you make your way to the door, sheâs so concerned.
Wanda's head snaps towards you as you laugh and she tries to give you a death glare at the same time.
She blushes furiously and blushes even more when both of her sons also look up at you and then back up at her.
Billy grins mischievously while Tommy has an innocent little smile on his face.
I'll see you tomorrow, Mrs.Maximoff. You smile at her.
Wanda swallows anxiously and blushes.
She forces a smile and nods.
âY-yes. I'll see you tomorrow.â
She watches as you leave and then looks back at her sons, wondering what they are both thinking right now.
Billy is still grinning mischievously while Tommy is still looking up at her with innocence.
You walk out the door making your way to get in your car and drive away.
Wanda stands with her sons and watches you go.
She can't help but feel a mixture of embarrassment and excitement.
She can't wait to see you again tomorrow.
Billy is still grinning and looking up at her while Tommy is giggling softly.
âWhat's so funny, boys?â
#wanda maximoff#wanda x y/n#wanda x reader#wanda smut#scarlet witch#wanda x fem!reader#Wanda x dom fem#Wanda x masc#marvel#lesbian#wandavision#mommy wanda#wanda x you
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Charlie: "So! How DID talking with Carmilla go?"
Vaggie: "Uhh..."
Charlie: (laughs) HA! Yeah- the giant weapons delivery kinda gives me an idea it went preeeetty good, but was it nice? Did you have fun? Did you find out how angels die? Did you two have TEA??"
Vaggie: "It was nice I had fun I know how angels die and no there wasn't any tea."
Charlie: "None? Phooey."
Vaggie: "Did you have any uh, tea in... Cannibal Town?"
Charlie: "None! No finger foods either! They were only a snack for the eyes- you can kiss me and double check, if you want to~"
Vaggie: "Tempting." (chuckles) "And distracting. Let's cover the angel killing stuff first, okay babe?"
Charlie: (sigh) "If we HAVE to..."
Vaggie: "I'll make it quick. You know Carmine's fancy dance slippers?"
Charlie: "Shiny!"
Vaggie: "Made from heavenly steel, turns out."
Charlie: "Oooooh!"
Vaggie: "She used them to kick the head off an Exorcist, last extermination day."
Charlie: "Oh wow. NOT the scenario I was expecting."
Vaggie: "Yeah, she told me about it while kicking me in the face with them-"
Charlie: "SHE WHAT"
Vaggie: "-and even when she explained the whole 'trying to protect her daughters' thing, internally I was still like, dancing someone to death is one of least practical ways of killing-"
Charlie: "She kicked you in the head with her angel killing slippers?!?"
Vaggie: "-long fight scene cut short, she makes it work. But I'm still sticking with my spear for the battle."
Charlie: "VAGGIE!!!"
Vaggie: "I don't care what Carmine or anyone else says. Spears are-"
Charlie: "SHE COULD'VE KILLED YOU!"
Vaggie: "...I know? That's why you asked me to talk with her?"
Charlie: "......."
Charlie: "I think. I'm gonna be sick."
Vaggie: "Aw babe." (brushed back charlie's bangs) "Cannibal Town finger foods finally catching up with you?"
Charlie: "No. Yes. They're not helping but it's more of a 'if my girlfriend had gotten killed, where would the finger of blame be pointed at' kinda thing."
Vaggie: "Sweetie no..."
Charlie: "Sweetie YES. I sent you there."
Vaggie: "And if Carmine had gotten my head, it would've been my fault for being so out of practice and shit at fighting."
Charlie: "UGH."
Vaggie: "Thanks for that, by the way."
Charlie: "What? For WHAT? Saying 'oh hey Vaggie guess what you can die!' and sending you to the Overlord who can kill you????"
Vaggie: "For keeping me out of practice at fighting."
Vaggie: (smooches gf)
Vaggie: "I like kissing you way better, honestly."
Charlie: "... well... well maybe you could still use some practice."
Vaggie: "With the kissing?"
Charlie: "Both. Kissing and fighting. I want you alive at the end of the battle so we can do more smooching afterwards. Okay?"
Vaggie: "Okay."
Charlie: "You'll get better at the fighting again- no more getting hit in the head with heavenly steel?"
Vaggie: "I'll do some more sparring with Carmine. No more heavenly steel headshots."
Charlie: "You promise?"
Vaggie: (smiling) "I promise."
-after the battle-
Charlie: "Mm. Hmm?" (pausing mid kiss) "I think one of your teeth are loose?" (glowering) "Vaggie. Did you get hit."
Vaggie: (groaning) "Table. Head slam. Lute."
Charlie: "Fuck that bitch."
Vaggie: "If you mean fuck her up, then yeah, I tried."
Charlie: "Heheh. I saw her afterwards. I'd say you did pretty good." (kiss again) "Dang it, yep- It's your upper right incisor." (pouts) "Boo. I liked that one a lot."
Vaggie: "If it falls out you can have it."
Charlie: "Really!?"
Vaggie: "If it falls out while we're kissing, please don't swallow it."
Charlie: "I guess we COULD just stop kissing for a sec to actually check on the whole loose tooth situation."
Chaggie: "....."
Vaggie: "Or, you could kiss-"
Charlie: "OR I COULD KISS IT BETTER!!!"
Chaggie: (smooching resumes)
#hazbin hotel#charlie morningstar#vaggie#chaggie#incorrect quotes#silly nonsense#vaggie has nice little fangs#i think charlie would be very sad if lute knocked one out- even just temporarily#not her gf's cute little fangs...
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