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lollipopliccer · 10 months ago

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𝔄 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔣𝔢𝔩𝔱 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢 ❦

❦ warning lollipop chaos ahead! proceed with caution… ❦ light angst , happy ending , ex getō suguru , tattoo artist suguru , set in a tattoo parlour , soft dom geto , praise , cunnilingus , masochism , light sadism & impact play , ig semi public and i guessss office sex

the descriptions of this tattoo experience is not accurate, i dunno shit abt tattoos (even tho i rlly wanna get one). so don't bite my fucking dick off with the technicalities! lets just b happy that i acc posted this hehehe

word count ; 5k ish

black fem reader (still all can read)

lollipopliccer’s love letter ❦ … hiiiii lollipops 🪷 i just wanted to say thank u sm for the love on my debut fic i rlly appreciated it. i’m rlly excited for y’all to read this new one EEEEE. this one was also long as helllll (¬_¬), shit has just been ridiculous in my life rn so sorry abt the delay, i don’t even know y it took me this long just to write 5k ugh anywayyy. i’m excited, cus i always eat up geto tattoo artist head-cannons, mmmm they’re just so mm mm mm tasty. anyway this is my first time writing some angst, i usually stay clear away from any typa angst, i’ve already got enough of that in my life plss haahaa, i don’t even know what possessed me to dip my toe in it, but don’t worry it’s very light. okayy enough of the babble, pls enjoy my fic, and i’d appreciate all ur interaction, reposts, comments, feedback blah blah… mwah mwah mwah ( ੭ ˘ ³˘)੭‎°｡⋆♡‧₊˚

'i'm so excitteedddd' you squeal, as your best friend nobara parks her car, beside the tattoo parlor. you both had been planning your tattoos together for a few weeks now settling on the most beautiful matching heart design on both your bikini lines, whilst individually having unique patterns going through the (tatted) hearts.

"you better not fucking scream when you're actually under the gun" nobara chastises laughing.

"fuck you bitch, you already know i'm bad like that, not even gonna flinch" you taunt, as you both get out of her car.

you decided on wearing a fitted, short black dress, that accentuated your curves and hips but would also be easily manoeuvrable for your tattoo placement. shoko Ieiri your tattoo artist made sure you were comfortable with your design and placement.

underneath your dress, you wore bikini bottoms with side ties, for the same reasons as the dress - paired with some white trainers with pink embellishments. you complete your outfit with jewellery. including your pandora bracelet with silver and pink charms, a necklace, and stud earrings.

you both walk into the parlour, it's decorated all over its dark blue walls with a myriad of paintings, sketches, and different artworks. nobara leads you to the front desk as she had booked the appointment. you're greeted by a raven-haired girl with a short pixie cut.

"hey, are you guys here for your appointment?" she asks, as you notice her name tag- 'maki', and her tattoos and scars peeking through her top.

"yeah, um we had an appointment for 6:30 pm" nobara states, you can see her start to blush at maki.

"cool, yeah i'll check that out for you, umm..." maki responds

nobara so obviously interested in maki, decides to flirt, while you absent-mindedly look at the artwork placed across the shop. it's truly captivating, the deep dark hues and colours, so beautifully drawn, depicting what you could only describe as demons. they were more abstract than the stereotypical depiction, but these works somehow gave more meaning and conveyed more torment.

"so how long have you been working here, maki right?" nobara asks

"yeah, i started some months ago."

"that's cool, i love your tats”

“thank you, i um did some of em myself, nobara right?” maki responds getting nobara’s name from the booked appointment slot

“yeah…” nobara smiles shyly

“…are those your sketches up there? nobara asks, pointing to one of the sketches you've been staring at, there's a familiarity to the work displayed. but you can't put your finger on it.

"no um that's actually from another tattoo artist's, geto." maki answers.

you almost freeze, just from the mention of his name "who?!"

"uhh geto suguru, he owns the place, his artwork is all over these walls" maki responds to you.

a shiver runs up your spine "oh..."

"on that note, i'm sorry for the inconvenience girls, but shoko, your tattooist she had to take our other colleague gojo to the hospital- broke his arm doing some dumb shit. so she won't be able to actually give you your tattoo’s today, however we're able to swap her in for geto suguru, he just got back into town and is just as talented"

"shit" nobara turns to you, already knowing the issue from just his name alone, "yn i had no idea omg, i should've checked better, we can leave"

"nah there'll be no need for that, right yn?" you hear his voice. his silky deep voice, it always had that raspy quality that made your knees go weak. another shiver runs down your spine. you whip around.

"why tf are you here?" you sneer.

"uhh i work here…" he answers deadpan.

you turn back around, after giving him a lethal sneer, "hey um maki is there any other artist today?"

"no, i'm sorry, everyone else is booked." she apologises

"and anyway, it'll be a hassle for you guys if you were to reschedule," geto states

you simply stare at nobara refusing to even glance at him.

"come on yn" geto insists gently, leaning closer to you. your back to him. your name on his lips has you reeling, how softly he calls to you, like no other.

nobara waits for what you want to do, and if you're comfortable being tattooed by your ex in such an intimate area?

"let's get this done", you tell nobara, you turn around to face geto who has that enticing smirk.

as you follow him to his workspace, nobara hangs back reassured that you're comfortable being with your ex. you get the chance to truly take him in since last you saw him. his tattoo’s have grown, as he's painted a whole-sleeved dragon across his left arm, slithering out of his tight-fitted black t. your eyes roam all over his body, soaking in his confident stride, his height, taller than you remember. the way he ties part of his black, luscious hair in the bun is similar but different from the way you remember, leaving the rest of his hair to hang past his shoulders. but his right-hand tattoo is as you remember. a rose’s stem covered in thorns, wrapped around his hand, you can't help but still have your heart swell from that.

as he opens the door for you, you strut past him in silence, he of course responds with an eye roll to your petulance. his workspace is decorated with more of his works, some unfinished, yet so mesmerising you can't look away from them, they seem to depict a greater depth, too intimate for the outer world. the deep hues of dark royal blues, blacks, and green meld together, casting an otherworldly aura. the demons here have this eerie elegance, their features subtly tormenting, evoking such sorrows.

"if you're not comfortable with me tattooing you, we don't have to, i will let you reschedule free of charge-" "i know." you state, without hesitation. and with that, the silence returns as geto smiles slightly, he then grabs his equipment, lining them up, his needle gun, ink, etc.

"why did you insist on me not rescheduling then?" you taunt

"i wouldn't say i instisted" geto defends.

"mmm really? cus i'd even say you implored" you smirk. seeing you smile… he wonders how he could’ve forgotten how magnetic it is.

"i just wanted to see you…”

a pause.

"you broke up with me." you interrupt coldly, both of you are reminded of your separation...

… you begged him to stay. the pain you felt completely consumed you, leaving you empty…

geto holds your gaze. your eyes filled with anger, but also longing. you try to conceal your feelings by turning around.

"yn..." he calls out to you, but you ignore him, seemingly too entranced by a random splotch on the wall, while trying to hold it all in "...yn look at me", geto approached.

you turned around slowly. almost stubbornly, you made sure to look him in his eyes, those deep dark orbs that never failed to suck you into a world of intensity and sensitivity. you both hold each other's gaze, so much said between each other, longing, and regret.

"i am sorry yn, i-" in his attempt to express his apology, you immediately stride past to sit on the tattoo bed, too overwhelmed.

"-right so like from a scale of 1-10, 10 being i'm gonna need to b fucking sedated, how painful is this tat going to be" you ramble, trying to divert the conversation.

you ignore his sigh, as he walks to his chair. he then chooses to focus on preparing his equipment, sterilising them, all that shit. "the tattoo shouldn't be that painful, especially as you requested numbing cream."

"cool" you respond curtly, you follow his actions on focusing on the task at hand, and lift up the side of your dress, to expose the side you were getting tatted on.

when geto looks back he sees your pink bikini bottoms with string ties, he looks away trying to keep his composure "just want you to give me an idea where you want your heart and thorns”.

you clear your throat a little, to try and calm your nerves, “um just around here, i trust your um artistic inclinations. have some freedom with it, i know its kinda simple but i um- the thorns i want them to wrap around, please.”

“of course, yn”

geto trying his best to make this experience as comfortable as possible begins applying the numbing cream. he looks you in your eyes, to see if there were any remaining apprehensions, finding none, the gun comes to life.

“you tell me how you’re feeling throughout this process, if anything feels off with what i am doing, you tell me, do you understand?” geto instructs, his firmness, and apprehension to cause you any unnecessary harm stirs things in you. things you’ve tried repressing, tried to move on from, evidently unsuccessfully.

you nod in response adding a “yes”. and so begins the process, as geto brings needle to skin, his art begins to mark you. the initial twitch of pain you feel is subdued by the numbing cream generously applied. although you can’t help the slight yelp that falls from your lips, which geto catches onto and immediately soothes ��shhh it’s okay, the cream will kick in soon won’t feel a thing hun”. his words soothe you, as they always used to, leading you to simply whimper in slight pain. you can’t help but look at him, at how he’s completely focused on your brown skin, that he marks by his hands.

…

as the hours go on, you slowly see geto’s work, his art come together, the red hues of the heart mixing together with slight pinks but also contrasted shades of black, to provide it with such depth, teasing the later depictions of darkness the thorns will add. you are in complete awe of this man, of his work, as you watch him work completely zoned in, despite any dull pain mumbling under the numbing cream.

as your focus lays on him- memories, old feelings of pain, sadness, and confusion begin to bubble again, and you blurt…

“why did you leave?”

a pause…

followed by silence… your demand for answers hanging over you both, while he still remains focused on your tattoo, you remain waiting. you know he heard you.

“i found myself in darkness again, yn, but that time it was even more challenging.. my hallucinations, my night terrors all came back, i was in it deep…” he pauses trying to find his words, and you give him that space “… i knew you were there for me, holding me when i woke up screaming. you stood by me…” he paused

“…however i couldn’t let you do that, i couldn’t bring you there with me. not when i couldn’t wear a heartfelt smile in this world. i needed to find myself again, my purpose. and i know the way i left you, was cold, and confusing, and i am truly sorry, but i had to do it for myself.” as you listen attentively, watching him intently, he slowly gazes at you, pausing his work. your eyes meet with such intensity, such ache, and you start welling up, finally understanding everything, no longer being left with nothing but a cold departure.

“i’m sorry- m’so- ‘m so so sorry geto” tears cascade down your face, geto is quick to wipe them away, softly holding your precious face.

“sshh, ssh baby, don’t be silly mmm, you did nothing wrong, and i’ve been doing better. so much better. finding new channels to express how i feel, what i see.” referring to the intricate art that decorated his walls.

you sniffle, you feel so guilty and ashamed, for the resentment you harboured against him when he was out there trying to fight his way out of such a dark mental space. “they’re beautiful.” you sniffle

“not a day goes by that i don’t think about you, that i don’t regret the way i left. i would’ve come back but i thought you would move on...”

“i didn’t.” you respond

“neither did i.”

with your admissions to one another, a comforting silence fell, filling the room with sweet serenity, and you both found yourselves tethered together once again, holding each other’s gaze, filled with yearning.

you were the first to break, averting your gaze, feeling like it was the first time meeting, how your butterflies bloomed and fluttered, riddled with carnal hunger for him. the paradox of your feelings for him always consumed you, almost driving you mad, only geto could set you so ablaze.

the needle resumed its course, mechanically piercing your skin. both your attentions returned to their original positions.

the only difference being the shift in the atmosphere, the reignition of your feelings for one another, but this time at a tenfold from the time spent apart, wanting no other.

“ahh it’s getting a little sore geto” you whine in slight pain

“sorry yn, we’re moving onto the thorns now, we’ll soon be done, why don’t you take a look at it for me, tell if you don’t like anything?”

as he wipes over the completed heart, filled with colours and dimensions, so deep and beautiful, truly depicting more than you could imagine, it’s medium-sized maintaining a slight cuteness to the art, but still depicts chaos within, which geto clearly understood about you, and so was best to depict it.

“i love it.” you squeal, looking into his eyes, as he looks for reassurance from you. his vibrant smile brightens his face, you hadn’t seen it in so long, and it warmed you.

“good, we’re going to move to the thorns, wrapped down your thigh, why don’t you tell me about your choice of thrones?” geto asked so he could understand your thought process behind the tattoo.

you were apprehensive to reveal your thorns, largely from a place of embarrassment. you didn’t want to show how much he had affected you, and still did, but you did not want to lie to him especially after, he revealed himself so intimately to you.

the thorns, um, i got them from you…” geto halts at this, looking at you in slight confusion “they stemmed from me just wanting to have a piece of you still with me, something that i remembered, that reminded me of you… the thorns, the ones you have on your rose.” in explaining, you feel bold enough to touch the inked rose on his right hand, grazing your fingers over the thorns

suguru can hardly conceal his feelings. “i missed you.” geto states. his dark, sleek eyes told you how he burned for you.

“i missed you too suguru.” you whisper. your feelings flood your body, making you tingly- his intensity holds you in place. you’re both focussed on one another, suguru begins to smile feeling the warmth of your fingers touching him so delicately.

"lets continue your tattoo, i don't wanna fuck it up" suguru states, slowly bringing his hand away from your touch, even though he wanted nothing more than to let you touch him all over. to feel how those pretty acrylics, decorated in bows and charms along his skin, but he didn't want to mess this up, he wanted to tattoo you perfectly.

"okay" you respond, almost dissapointedly. wanting to feel him under your fingertips. you'd settle for now to feel his hands on your thighs, holding them to get his angles right, you were beginning to realise that you wanted more than just to stroke his hand. you want him to mark you all over, with more than just his needle gun.

"you've gotta try and stay still for me yn, i know it hurts, but it'll be over soon" suguru soothed, as his eyes narrowed around the curves of your thighs, the way they flexed and trembled slightly as you whimpered due to the numbed pain.

"okay... can i hold onto you?" you ask. he responds with a nod. you grip his arm, wanting to feel tethered- you don't remember him being so well-built, his biceps feel thick and powerful, almost hard to the touch as he flexes per his movements.

...

you're now a few hours into the tattoo, suguru’s taking his time, to add such beautiful details. the tension between the two of you is palpable, but the air is no longer filled with animosity, but rather intimacy. knowing you though, and how impatient you are suguru already sees it coming when you-

"sug i'm fucking borreeddd" the numbing cream obviously doing its job to reduce the pain to something dismissible, suguru chuckles finding your impatience so familial and adorable.

"it's barely been two hours" suguru forever sassy, remarks, rolling his eyes at ur moodiness. "now stay still, you're messin up my work." suguru states, you huff and bite your tongue, as you don’t want to fuck up his flow, you already know he works best when he’s zoned-in on a task.

you decide to catch up with him, your curiosity building, you've both missed so much from each other's lives. "i like your parlour. i would've bet money you'd turn your art into tattoos, you were too talented to let your art hide in your sketches"

suguru smiles again, "yeah? it was either this or burning down the town", he jokes and makes you both laugh, due to the absurdity. however, you both knew, there was some truth to it, which honestly added to your laughs

"right, of course committing arson, and potential mass murder is an obvious alternative." you sarcastically quip

"what you don't agree, i know you're not much better at keeping your chaos in check," he teases, his eyes locking onto yours.

you feel yourself flush, feeling seen- so you try staying on track to your original plan to catch up with him, "when did you open this place?"

"well actually gojo was the one who invested in my passion"

"that's so sweet"

"yeah, he's a fucking asshole, always all up in my business," he remarks, with a small smile, feigning annoyance. you can feel the fondness behind his words.

you notice how suguru smiles, how he teases, just like he used to, & still has that assertive and confident allure to him, that natural dominance and assuredness in himself, that he almost lost. your conversation with one another continued, bantering off one another. you make each other laugh and snicker and your heart can’t help but swell.

...

your feelings for him set aflame once again. this time with a ferocity you could barely contain. only heightened by the dull pain that he controlled with his needle, marking you so prettily. the assured control suguru had over your body was so seductive, it made places other than your tatted thigh, start to ache, start to ache so badly.

finally, geto lays the finishing touches on your tattoo, clearing up the intricate lines, adding shadings and highlights, and then wiping over the tattoo.

"okay, it's done. you can go check it in the mirror, let me know if you hate it." geto keeping his gaze low somewhat anxious to see your reaction.

as you approach the full-body mirror attached to the opposite wall, you couldn't possibly understand his apprehension because when you lay eyes on your tattoo, you are completely awestruck. you fall completely in love with his markings, the way the thorns pierce through the heart and sliver down your left hip, and thigh, wrapping them gorgeously.

you are lost for words, your lips part with a gasp, and when you bring your eyes up onto suguru through the mirror, you see how he watches you. following from your thighs decorated in his work, marking your body so seductively. then he focuses on how your dress is bunched up on those hips, those hips he’s held, and soothed over for hours today, but his mind wanders... reminiscing about all those times he used to handle and caress all over your plump thighs. how he would mould your body any way he pleased.

he watched as you held the undone ties of your pretty bikini bottoms, it made him salivate. his eyes cast over your dress- the way it hugged your body so exquisitely, propping up your boobs so prettily. the way your butt peaks out of the bunched-up dress, and how your breathing picked up, flustered from his heated gaze.

"i love it sug." you whisper softly.

"yeah?" he smirks. growing bolder, he walks up to you, and you don’t dare avert your eyes from his, through the mirror. you love the way his top hugs his thick muscular shoulders. his broad upper back being so beautifully emphasised, and how his sculpted chest has his nipple piercings teasing through his top. you salivate at his slim waist. ugh he's such a slut. you love the way his body is perfectly decorated in his art, marking his skin; and adorning his arms, and his neck, which is wrapped with a chain, you remember gifting him.

when he reaches you, he has to crouch down, flexing his strong thighs and calves hidden under his baggy bottoms, but you still have to look up at him to maintain eye contact, which he demands with his own. suguru holds the bottom of your thigh just under where the tattoo ends.

"how does it feel?" he whispers into your ear, his sharp gaze still honed on you

you whimper faintly because of the dull sting and ache from the tat

"a little sore sug, but it feels good, i really like it." you say softly while you lean into him, wanting to be wrapped in his body, his warmth.

he smiles at your admission "that's good yn, i'm going to wrap it up now, don't want it getting infected." you love the way he says your name, the way he purrs, your name rolls off his tongue so tenderly.

as he wraps the tattoo you wince, he immediately soothes you, "i've got you baby, it's okay." your body relaxes in response. your eyes never leave each other. as the tension shifts you feel enthralled, wanting him to touch you all over.

"yn, do you want me to play with you?" suguru asks, having that condescending tone that never failed to make you falter. you almost shy away, but he holds your face, bringing his hand up under your chin, his fingers grip your cheeks slightly, making you look directly at him “i want to play with you, i want to help you forgive me baby...” he whispers into your ear. your breath becoming more uneven and flustered from his proximity, that you can practically taste his aroma, how he mixes his scents of minty, smoky notes and cinnamon, woody undertones - it intoxicates you.

“…do you want me to?”

geto waits for your response, not daring to touch you the way he wants, without knowing you’re aching for it. and you want nothing more than that, for him to take care of you how he once did, oh how you wanted to see if he still remembered how to make you cum so blissfully. you nod giving out a soft “please”.

suguru kisses the side of your head, sprinkling kisses down your face making you giggle and fawn, till he reaches your neck and you lose your breath. geto finds the sensitive parts on your neck, making you feel so tingly, it's almost ticklish. you almost forgot how much you loved when suguru kissed and licked across your neck, how he would bite and suckle, leaving you all marked up just how he liked. god he’d go fucking crazy for it too. to hear you whine and pant below him as he licked and sucked. it sent tingles all over your body, straight to your clit. you shuddered under him, leaning onto him- to give him better access to mark you. slowly he grips your hips grinding his bulge into you, he even bends you forward a little so that you can feel him, how hard he is for you- humping into you over your clothed body.

geto held you at an angle arched while both of you stood in front of the mirror so that he could have you grind right back onto his dick that was growing so achingly hard for you. the way he moved your bodies together was so disgustingly sensual, you had to look away moaning as you felt his clothed dick thrust into you, giving you that sensation you so craved. you were whining, you felt so depraved like you hadn’t been touched like this in so long- you just wanted him to rip you the fuck open.

“mmm nah baby look at yourself in the mirror…” he demanded, to which you stubbornly ignored, forcing suguru to grab your face so that you could look at how pathetically you had come undone for him, just from his dry humping. “… i said fucking look at yourself, mmm? you lost your manners baby?” he teases knowing exactly how to fix your attitude. he ends his command by giving your thigh (without the tattoo) a firm slap, making you cry out, you quickly try stifling it, remembering you’re still in his fucking workspace.

“you’re so mean” you whine and pout up at him, which makes him chuckle at you, his smirk unfurling so lewdly.

“i’m going to make it up to you mmm? you’ll let me make you feel good baby? gotta apologise for making my baby upset.” the way he talks to you feigning that concern, his fucking tone, makes you feel weak, and pliant for him. as you move your legs a little wider, and let go of your tied bikini bottoms so they hang down barely concealing a thing. geto watches how strings of your arousal are built up, clinging onto your pretty bottoms. showing him just how wet you are for him and you push your butt into him even more, nodding your head in invitation for him to remedy all the mess he’s made.

as suguru brings his rose-covered hand down to your aching pussy ready to soothe it. once he touches her, feeling your glistening folds, he hisses as his eyes glaze over, and lower so seductively. you see the way his hand flexes and his veins protrude. his long, adept fingers dip further, caressing and rubbing against your hard little clit. he can feel it pulse for him, making you whine as suguru increases the pressure of his fingers on your clit. circling around your throbbing bundle of nerves. his fingers collect the slick past your lips, down to your spasming, weeping hole, and brings them back to your needy nub.

his tight circles, pet your pretty clit so well, turning you into a mewling mess, you can’t help but move against and around his fingers, acting so bratty- but suguru couldn't give a shit, he'll mould you right where he needs you again holding you by your neck and continuing his strokes on that clit regardless of how you whine.

"sug- aaa-" such a petulant whine leaves your supple lips, begging for him to go further into your leaking hole, you needed him to be inside you, having your pussy drool on his pretty, tatted fingers.

"i know baby, you need it don't you? you need me to fuck you open mmm?" suguru whispers in your ear, kissing the outside of your earlobe so delicately, while saying such filthy things. you look at him through the mirror nodding your head so pathetically, and why would he deny you, his baby? nah never...

suguru brings his finger back down to your desperate hole. he eases around your pussy going around the edges of her, only dipping the tip of his finger. you can't take his teasing-

"sugu! stop teasin-" suguru immediately interrupts, plunging his fingers into you, making you gasp. he slipped into your soppy pussy giving off that mind-numbing squelching sound, having your pussy suck his fingers in so snuggly, has you moaning wantonly. the way suguru’s digits fill you, he’s able to add a finger, scissoring two fingers into your weeping cunt, the way he pushes in and curls his fingers to rub against your plush walls it has you mewling. as you feel him find and rub against that spot, that perfect spongey spot so easily, your eyes roll back. suguru was losing his mind, he rasped a soft moan right into your ear, he loved watching you buck on his fingers, the way you moaned and struggled to take him, it made him itch and drool to have you.

his fingers in your pussy stroking and pumping into your soft, wet pussy. his hand around your neck holding your face up to keep your eyes on everything he was doing. his deep, velvety voice right by your ear, whispering, and moaning sweet nothings. you were losing your fucking mind, you almost couldn't handle it.

"aaa- nngg, sug- sug!," you moaned shamelessly "f-ohfuck i can't-"

"sshh baby, tf you think you're doing mmm, whining like that in my office?" suguru whispers chastising you. your eyes look up at him, and the way you looked so doe-eyed, so pathetic- barely able to hold in your moans, gripped him.

"you struggling to take it for me baby, want me stop?" geto taunts, but you instantly shake your head needing him all over you.

“no please don’t stop sug”

"you can take what i give you princess?"

"i need you uhahh" you wanted him to have you however he pleased.

the way he moves has you humping and panting, you wine on him trying to get some friction against your slutty little cunt.

your moans grow louder and the pitch of your whines grow higher- you suck on your pretty fingers to try and get yourself quiet, your eyes glazing over as you watch suguru fuck you so good with his fingers and his hard bulge pushing up into you. the way he licks and bites all over your neck leaving a trail of his marks. suguru still never averts his dark eyes from yours. the purple glints in his eyes kind of sparkle in your head. all of it is bringing you right to the edge. your eyes roll back, your thighs shake, your knees buckle from the pleasure. so pliant and easy for him to manoeuvre you so he can hold you up and fuck you in just the right angles he needs, that he demands.

“fuckfuckfuc- aahh ohhhh sugie. daddy oh mmynghh” you whine and cry, your head lolling onto his shoulder.

right on the precipice of your orgasm, suguru watches how you get so close to cumming, he’s fucking salivating seeing how you become so undone, how you’ve gone fucking dumb on just his fingers, he can’t help but moan and groan right with you.

“mmm mmfuck, mine. mine.” he purrs, licking all up on you

but all too soon, it comes to a halt, and your orgasm gets snatched away from you. suguru wickedly decides to take his fingers out of you. you almost cry

“wha- no suguru fuck no don’t stop, mmmmnoo” you whine so pathetically gripping his arm, it’s fucking laughable trying to keep his fingers right where you needed them, gripping his sculpted arms so hard. your hands… the size difference makes him smile. no not smile, he’s fucking smirking. that little shit.

“fuck you, SUG HMPH!” you practically stomp your feet, pushing him away as you’re about to walk away, but of course suguru grips you against him, pulling you back so close, you are still as stubborn as ever refusing to look at him, while you’re face to face, which makes him snicker. he isn’t having any of that bullshit tho, he grabs your chin and cheeks squeezing as a warning. he pulls your face up to him again and kisses you on your forehead, the side of your head, and your cheek, and then he ghosts his plump, nude lips over your lips.

“if i decide you don’t get to cum on my fingers, you won’t. i don’t fucking care how close you are.” suguru states, locking his eyes with yours so intensely, while his lips and breath feel so close to your own, you almost feel faint. you want nothing more than for him to just kiss you, you want to feel his lips again, oh how you miss how soft they were, how you loved the taste of his mouth, the taste of the mint with his own unique feel.

suguru’s eyes flutter down to look at your lips so lushly plump and glossed he can’t help but lick his lips. he wants nothing more than to mess up your brown and pink lip combo. to bite, suck and lick all over you.

“tell me you understand.”

“i understand daddy, m’sorry i threw a tantrum, i just wanted to cum on your fingers so bad-”

suguru smiles feeling fucking delighted from your admission

“-can you please kiss me, i promise i’ll behave sugie” you whisper almost whining at the end, you rub your thighs together feeling how you made such a mess for him, as your slick trickles down your thighs.

suguru feeling so pleased with you, groans into your mouth, once your lips touch. he almost forgot how much he missed this. how much he missed you, your lips, those soft lips that melted against his. he loved the way you gasped and whined from your slow kiss, so sensual and intimate. but he knew you were such an impatient brat, his impatient princess.

demanding more, you lace your hands into his hair. you adored his long, luscious hair so much, (that you remember countless times joking about shaving it off at night and turning it into a wig. those playful moments would always have you both bickering and laughing together. it makes your heart swell remembering this).

you begged for more by stroking and tugging at the nape of his hair, making his body tingle, as suguru moaned into your kiss. he licked on your lips to get you to open up for him. he loves the way you whine and moan from frustration and neediness while running your fingers through his hair, it made him lose his fucking mind, so, of course, he had to express that by nipping at your bottom lip. his bite made you whimper and grind up against him but it wasn’t enough. you needed more. you wanted more. but suguru leads the kiss to hold that slow, deep and sensual pace, having your tongues dance together, lick against each other unhurried. which was mind-blowing but also so frustrating you wanted to just devour him, you couldn't get enough.

you moaned into his mouth as suguru sucked on your bottom lip, and then went back to your tongue, licking against each other. he spat in your mouth briefly separating your mouths from one another, and immediately resuming the kiss. at this, you snapped. whining wantonly, you gripped onto him and stubbornly clambered onto him so your legs wrapped around his waist. suguru was easily able to carry you. you were determined to make him fuck you.

“daddy” you whisper, opening your eyes to pout up at him.

“yes baby?” suguru answers, giving little kisses along your chin down to your neck. sucking onto your sensitive neck areas, he knew just the right spots to make you lose your fucking mind.

“i want you to fuck me…” you say grinding down onto the bulge you could feel through his sweats. you were sure you could feel a wet spot on them, but you weren’t quite sure of the culprit, as your wet pussy dragged and humped on his dick print leaking with pre-cum. you could feel his throbbing dick just aching to be inside you, pumping you full of his cum. suguru hissed from the feeling of your mess teasing his aching cock.

“… please baby, please fuck me again, i said i’d be good” you whined, moving closer to his ears so only he could hear how desperate you were for him. suguru moans, his voice breaks and rasps a little from you grinding on him and circling over his dick.

suguru fucking snaps, he closes his eyes while his mouth slightly hangs open, just taking in how your hips wined on him while he carried you.

he then cupped your face to him, “you’re such a fucking brat.” he moans, holding your face and caressing your throat, he watches how your breathing picks up, as you get so flustered. he brings you close, kissing you on your forearm, bringing his hand around your neck. then he carries you to his tattoo bed.

“i am not going to fuck you yn-.”

“-but su!” you begin to whine interrupting him

“be quiet.” suguru reprimands, gripping your neck just a little tighter after placing you to sit on the edge of the seat “i’m not gonna fuck you on my dick. when i have you like that, it’s gonna be on my bed, where i can have you screaming on it without any fucking interruptions. do whatever the fuck i wanna do without you getting all shy on me tryna muffle those pretty moans from me mmm, you understand baby?”

“yeah daddy” you answer feeling so giddy and light with him

“there’s my princess,” he smirks, “you’re really that fucking needy, want my dick here, right where my colleagues are downstairs mmm?” he says before kissing you again. “good girl” he praises while lifting off your dress and quickly bringing his lips back onto yours. slowly he brings you to lay back. he gets in between your thighs lifting one up over his shoulder while letting your tatted thigh rest over the edge of the bed. from this angle he could see your pretty glistening pussy, clenching around nothing.

“lay back baby.” he instructs, he sees how you wait in anticipation for him laying back on the bed.

he crouches down, kneeling in front of your exposed pussy, your slick brown lips he’s completely hypnotised by, they glisten from your wetness. you grow a little shy, you weren’t prepared to be eaten out today (૮꒰⸝⸝> <⸝⸝꒱ა). you bring down your hands to try and cover her up, feeling a little embarrassed.

suguru immediately dismissing your nonsense, and swats your hand away bringing them to instead hold your plush thighs “don’t piss me off today yn, it’s fucking mine.” you almost squeal in response to suguru, he gets so intense sometimes.

suguru is completely enchanted by your scent, the way your hole quivers and weeps for him he has to have a taste. keeping his eyes on you suguru takes the time to separate your folds with his fingers, he licks your swollen nub revelling in the way you gasp and twitch from the sensation, you feel so sensitive from the way his fingers had you shacking.

he then delves in, lapping and sucking on your bud making you writhe and moan from pleasure. the movement of his tongue has such an effect on your pussy, it's marvelling. he takes his time, really getting you sensitive, flattening his tongue on your clit and then straightening it to add pressure, circling perfectly around your bundle of nerves, it makes you gasp and arch your back so prettily

“fuck! sug-daddy aaaahhh” you release a raspy cry, gripping his hair and pulling him into you to, so you can grind on his face, which makes him moan into you, muffling a-

“fuck baby” into your wet pussy, he has to hold your hips down as you begin moving around too much for him to control, so he holds your thigh and places his other arm on your hip, pushing you down, so you stay fucking still for him to play with you properly. suguru brings his tongue down to your leaking hole, thrusting his pointed tongue into your pussy making you mewl and cover your mouth to stop yourself from squealing.

the way you’re panting and moaning, suguru can tell you're going dumb for him, aching to cum all over him. he takes his mouth off of you as your moans get higher. you whine from the absence of his tongue on your needy pussy but he makes up for it by spitting on her, letting his spit slide onto your sensitive cunt. the way his spit glistens and slides down your pussy, he pushes it back into your hole, thrusting his fingers and spit back into you. you react by clutching your thighs together from the sensitivity which makes suguru look at you sharply.

“open.”

you whine, separating your thighs, so he can dip his head back down onto your clit which makes you shudder, bucking your hips into his face. he continues thrusting his fingers into you while his tongue plays and toys with your sore little clit. you can feel everything, it's all so much, your eyes roll back as your mouth hangs open letting out a broken moan while you tug at suguru’s hair.

the way his fingers scissor your folds open, cunt drooling and sucking him in greedily, while he laps and lightly nips on your clit letting his spit drool on you, just for him to suck on your juices. he eats so sloppily it has your eyes watering.

“s’good sug—so fuckin’ good,” hips grinding into the movement of his lengthy fingers, chasing that ecstasy knotting in the pits of your stomach, you’re so close you start seeing white, suguru knows you’re about to cum from the way your fingers tangle and tug at his hair, struggling to either push him closer or away from you. his dark piercing gaze never leaves your face.

“daddy m’gonna cum! shit hah aa sug please lemme cum oh please” you sob, which makes suguru groan into your pussy. feeling the way your hole clenches around his fingers, leaking out so much wetness. the way your hard clit throbs for him, your juices covering, adorning his beautiful face, he looks so pussy drunk. the only thing on his mind is making you cum all over him.

“mmm baby, you gonna cum for me.. that’s my good fucking girl” he says pumping his fingers into you while moving his other hand to circle your clit in tight circles, so he can talk you through your orgasm.

“oh fuck daddy! oh my godnngh” your hands immediately grip suguru’s hands as you squeal and moan wantonly. your body arches and bucks as you dig your nails into him leaving little crescents on his skin. your vision dots, as your body tenses, lips parting into a silent scream as your release flies through you, wetting the tattoo bed. suguru watches your cream flow beneath you, all over his mouth. he pushes your juices back into your leaking hole, drooling at the way your hole squelches.

“there’s my good girl, oh you did so good baby mmmm” he praises lapping at your excess juices spilling down, you’re so fucking sensitive it hurts

“sug-ahh it hurts, fuckk” you whine, purring up at him as you watch suguru’s desire envelop you, you can tell he’s not done with you, but you doubt you could even take anymore.

suguru slithers up to you, kissing and licking up your boobs, making you squirm. when he reaches you he holds your face so gently, mere inches away from you.

“you forgive me baby?” suguru whispers gently stroking his nose against yours, almost purring against you like a cat “mmmm?” he purrs stroking the side of your face and caressing your limp exhausted body. you feel so warm against him, so lewd and yet so protected.

“i forgive you, you’re such an asshole” you giggle feeling a little shy again, only suguru was able to make you shy, and flush so easily. suguru whispers back a thank you and captures your lips into a searing kiss, melting you both together so passionately. you clutch onto the nape of his neck and run your fingers through his hair, earning you a moan, as suguru’s tongue dances with yours sensually. he grips your hips, pulling you against him. you can feel his bulge pulsing for you-

“suguru, aye we’re back! and u’ve got another appointment waiting!” you both hear from downstairs at the reception, shoko calling out to suguru followed by gojo following suit making a ruckus, throwing a tantrum about his arm

“dudeee, where tf r u? i coulda died!” gojo shouts out. you can hear him coming up the stairs to suguru’s office

“mmm fuck suguru, they’re coming up” you gasp up to suguru who still refuses to take notice of them. he smirks, choosing to still feel all up on you

“mmmm don’t care c’mere” suguru states, you roll your eyes

“suguruuu c’mon” you smirk, pushing against him

“ugghh for fucksake” suguru huffs moving off of you, taking your hand and pulling you up to him making you yelp with excitement. you both come to your senses though when you hear gojo’s footsteps up the stairs getting close, both of you scrambling to put your dress back on and get you both presentable.

suguru then holds your chin, so you both look at each other

“what?” you nervously laugh at his intense look

“let me take you out yn? i’ve missed you so much baby” suguru pleads while stroking the side of your cheek with his thumb

“mmmm i dunno sug, dependdss on where you’re gonna take me” you smirk up at him

“let me worry about that baby, i wanna treat you, try and make it up to you” suguru implores and then kisses your forehead just as gojo barges in-

“sUgUruUuu!!”

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ddejavvu · 1 year ago

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stepdad!aaron request perhaps

it’s summer and reader is in and out of the pool in the backyard and steps inside to get a drink after a while still dripping wet with a clinging bathing suit and aaron tries to act innocent like he wasn’t staring at r through the window but he can’t help it i mean he’s only a man and how easy would it be to just slide the bikini bottoms out of the way and then r catches him staring (fantasizing) and calls him out and smut follows

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

this post is 18+ (and so are its characters) and dark, minors dni. (cw: stepcest; don't like, don't read).

the plotline that you described was too long for a blurb so i just took the idea of him seeing her in her bathing suit and did what I could!

Aaron isn't paying much attention to the pool party outside, because there's work to do in the form of numerous reports on his desk. Witness reports that he needs to pair with their crimes, ME reports he needs to sign off on and tuck away into files, budget reports that he needs to stuff with receipts so that the higher-ups know that yes, they did need to stop for gas four times in Florida, the numbers aren't a mistake. His world feels like a never-ending mountain of paperwork until he hears the sliding glass door open, and he glances to his left where he sits in his office to find you sliding your wet flip-flops off onto the pavement before stepping inside.

You're dripping wet, but there's a towel over your shoulders that catches the runoff from your bathing suit. You grin sheepishly at him, muttering a quick, "Hey," as you reach for a packet of chips from the bowl on the counter.

"How's it going out there?" He asks, head suddenly grounded on his shoulders and no longer buried beneath paperwork. He leans back in his chair, all too content to see you take a seat at the barstool to munch on your snack before returning outside. You turn to face him in your chair and the cut of your bathing suit is on full display, wrapped tightly around your thighs and showcasing the droplets of water you'd missed with your towel that rest on the supple skin there.

"Jack and his friends are a handful," You glance back outside, "I wasn't even that hungry, I just needed a break from their splashing."

"I don't blame you," He chuckles, setting his pen down, work long forgotten, "Once you're an adult, splashing isn't as fun as it is irritating."

You grin at his comment, "Are you gonna get out there too, Aaron? I don't think I've ever seen you in swim trunks."

Briefly, Aaron wonders if you want to. Though he's not sure he'd look as good in trunks as you do in a bikini, so he might elect to just watch you from the sidelines.

"I don't even think I have swim trunks," He chuckles, "But I might sit out there for a while and get some sun. Garcia says I'm inside too much, and that I need a tan before I turn invisible."

"She's a smart woman," You laugh at the imagery, "Come on, Aaron, take a break and come sit in the sun with me for a bit." You stand, chips held in one hand and towel clasped in the other, "I need someone to help me reapply sunscreen, anyways, I'm not trying to get skin cancer."

He can't say no to rubbing lotion into your back.

"Alright," He stands, abandoning his paperwork and opening the sliding door for you, a hand on your back as he leads you back outside, "This bathing suit's pretty on you, honey."

You turn back to him and grin from where you're already popping the cap off of the sunscreen, chips set on the table beside the deck chairs, "I knew you'd like it. That's why I bought it, you always like me in red."

You barely give him any time to process your admission before you're turning to put your back towards him once more, holding one hand over your chest while the other tugs at your bathing suit strap to pull it out of its neat bow, "Can you re-tie it after you're done, Aaron? I can't reach."

He takes the sunscreen from you, glad you aren't facing him to watch him both blush and chub up beneath his thick jeans as he smears the sunscreen over your back and begins rubbing the substance smoothly into your skin, "Yeah, sweetheart, I'll tie it."

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stevenbasic · 10 months ago

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Growing into the Job, Post 372: Gone Viral

At this point I’d watched the video, the twenty-second clip from Amelia’s Saturday-night stream that had gone absolutely viral, more times than I could count. The clip was everywhere now. My phone was broken but I still had my desktop computer, and the video player filled my screen.

MAN MAKES GIRLS GROW BY CUMMING!!!

It still made my mouth gape, it still made my skin crawl, and as I sat in my office alone this Tuesday morning it made me deathly afraid. What the actual fuck is happening?!? What had I become involved in?!? What had been happening to my body and - what was I doing to theirs?!?

Josie’s breasts broke out of her top.

It was a trick, had to be something with editing, or a really good animation, or something - right?!? People don’t just…grow! It was physically impossible! It broke so many fundamental laws of nature and physics and physiology. It had to be fake. Didn’t it?? And, of course, it wasn’t me that caused it. It couldn’t be!

Lakshmi’s ass ballooned.

Someone - one of the girls, or some online perv - had obviously made this clip of Amelia’s live recording of me sitting on Melissa’s lap, on her couch, surrounded by girls in bikinis and pajamas and getting whacked off by Josie. They’d clipped it, done weird things to it, and posted it…everywhere. That was the only explanation, that it had been altered. But…no. Now that I thought about it, I remembered. Memories came flooding back.

Katie’s feet grew and burst from her flip-flop sandals.

And what was happening with Josie’s hair?!?

And Melissa…Melissa looked enormous!

Oh my god!!

As I relived it again - the first time, in fact, back in the breakroom after a few bites of that terrible scone this morning - the memories started to get clearer. The girls had grown, all around me, my female staff had burgeoned and swelled. They surrounded me pressing around into me on Saturday night right after my handjob in Josie’s grip. And, though it didn’t make it onto the clip’s audio, I now remembered Randi’s whispered voice in my ear: “Get ready little man, your girls are going to eat you alive.”

Again: Oh my god!!

Three million views! More! More than three million views this thing had already, just on GirlToob (this popular, rapidly growing new video platform filled with content “for a female audience”) and it was posted only two days ago! I watched it again, looping.

There I was, naked as day (certain parts of my anatomy were pixelated out for modesty on some sites, like this one, but I was full Monty on many of the re-uploads) and spasming in climax like a rag doll. And then, as the camera left me and scanned the surrounding women all suddenly consumed in ecstasy, the growth began. Josie’s top, Lakshmi’s bottom, and Katie’s feet, they all got bigger. And, by god, they all got taller too, right after I’d obviously climaxed Yes, it was subtle, and maybe a trick, but the fact remained: I was now internet famous for making girls grow.

Can one actually die from humiliation? Is there an ICD-13 code for End-Stage Shame? Because I had a terminal case of mortification that was currently making my blood ice water and I felt like I should just go hide under a rock for oh…I don't know…the next decade or so.

I watched the loop again, still in stunned silence staring into my future and feeling the world close in all around me. Though I tried my best to deny it as trickery, part of me knew this was no joke. It was as if I’d realized this all before, sitting there that Saturday night, but only now had it actually become real. And it was very, very public. Had I been mad at Amelia for streaming this, on Saturday night? I don’t think I was. In fact, I’m pretty sure I didn’t even know it was happening at the time, but when the girls showed me the video early this morning I kind of freaked out a bit. They all just laughed as they watched my reaction..

“Aww! Don’t be so dramatic,” one of them had said.

“It’s all good,” said another.

“People love you,” they tried to tell me.

“Here, look at these comments, there’s hundreds of them,” I was told, “one girl calls you a hunk!”

“Or this one: ‘He’s every girl’s dream’.”

‘I want to hug him like a teddy bear.’

I want to eat him for breakfast.

Can I be next haha??

Though most of the commenters were women, men had chimed in too: ‘ugh the dude is supersimp’ and ‘fuck yes make them all biggger u fuck’ or ‘STOP JUST WATCHNG WE NEED TO STIP THIS’

GOOD LORD!! I was, suddenly, a pariah, a savior, an object of lust and envy all at once. Millions of people had seen this! My heart thrump-thummed in my chest as my skin prickled with ignominy and the anxiety that was coming on like a horde of locusts. It was eating everything! Did I need to go to the authorities? Did I need to go to the hospital to find out what was wrong with me? Or did I just need to commit myself to the psych ward and be done with it?

I needed t-

A knock at my door.

“Dr J?” came Aubrey’s voice, followed by Aubrey herself. Goddamnit even in my discomfit, my soul-panic, my eyes went to her tits. Jesus, her chest. Holy Christ her figure. This is Aubrey?!? Little Aubrey?!? She’d been six inches shorter - easily! - three months ago. If somehow I was responsible for all these changes to all these girls - What have I done to her?!? She stepped in, closing the door to my office behind her, wearing a sensible - if overmatched - blue blouse, a mid-length skirt, and a look of concern. She was also carrying my ‘World’s Best Boss’ mug.

“H-hey Aubrey, c-C-ome in,” I greeted her, hearing my voice crack again. It had been doing that more and more recently, especially in times of stress. I sounded like a pre-teen. I glanced at the white mug, which after a contrite thanks she offered to me. I hesitated. I remembered the cup the girls had poured me earlier; I hadn’t been able to stomach even a sip. “Is that my coffee?”

“No,” she said, a funny shiver to her voice, “I…I know you haven’t been drinking coffee, so…so I brought you this.”

I didn’t even notice her eyes watching me, studying my face as I accepted the mug and took a look at its contents. Jesus the mug felt heavy to me. And inside - milk, of course it was milk. Melissa had been insistent we keep a gallon of both 2% and whole in the breakroom fridge now, in case I ever got thirsty, or hungry. It was - I had to admit - the easiest thing on my stomach these days. I was more than a little self-conscious that I’d become a milk-drinker and blushed a little here in front of Aubrey. The smell, though, cut through my perturbation. Wow, I guess I’m really craving this. It made sense: I hadn’t eaten much at all this morning.

Aubrey continued to watch as I brought the mug to my lips and took a sip. Wow. It was delicious. Creamy, sweet, earthy. Maybe this is a new brand? And…

“You warmed it up?” I asked. It was warm, perfect. Like body temperature.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” Aubrey answered, still sounding slightly nervous as she bit her lip, “in the, um, microwave? Is that okay?”

“Sure,” I answered, taking another sip, and then another. It caressed my mouth, slipped down my throat and immediately went to work filling my body with warmth and a new sense of something good, familiar. Holy crap this is great. I fought the urge to just gulp it down. “Thank you so much, Aubrey.” There was something different in my voice. I sounded calmer.

“You’re welcome,” she answered.

This, of course dear readers, was Katarina’s breastmilk. I didn’t know that at the time though, and somehow, in that moment I didn’t put the memory together, or recognize the taste. Again, my abilities to avoid the truth were Olympian. I’d drank of it over the weekend and this was the same thing, but goddammit as I sat at my desk my mind was if nothing else a fortress of denial. Subconsciously I refused to acknowledge it - but I was drinking breastmilk.

I looked up at Aubrey and instead of seeing a woman complicit in a plot to overthrow my authority here at the office, physically infantilize me into a cretin, and help herald in a new age of overwhelming female power, my eyes saw someone else. I saw a girl who cared about me, an employee who wanted my day to go well, and a budding friend. A daughter-figure in some respects, a cool younger protege in others.

Christ I was so deluded!!!

But, no. Aubrey - all the girls, really - was all these things. Our little story here, if you haven’t figured it out by this point, is complicated. Good guys, bad guys, heroes and villains? It was all too convoluted for labels. What was I, for that matter? A culpable anti-hero working against my gender? A victim, a helpless simp? Was I the lead actor in a comedy, tragedy or reality-show from the most fucked-up universe ever? I don’t goddamn know, even now. But the fact of the matter is, at that moment in time - gazing up at Aubrey with my “World’s Best Boss” mug in my hand and my medical-records clerk’s breastmilk worming its way into me - I felt great.

“What are you watching?” Aubrey asked, noticing that my screen was on, video player playing, looping.

“Oh, yeah, this,” I said, taking another sip of warm, delicious milk and turning the monitor towards her, “this is great. Wanna watch..?”

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mucho thanks to RiF for editing and guidance

#growing into the job

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reinemichele · 10 months ago

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I didn't post about it at the time bc I was in Such horrendous pain from periods and migraines

(TLDR the birth control I was on had switched manufacturers and it turned my mental health into the dictionary definition of "female hysteria", so to avoid checking myself into a psych ward I stopped taking it, and the au naturale amount of pain my uterus inflicted on me was So, So Much. At one point the sound of my own whimpering woke me up and I realized I'd been sobbing in my sleep, and my mom basically insisted that I take one of her painkillers. I didn't want to, as addiction runs in the family, and I had hallucinations, but I did get a couple hours of peace. My original intent making an appointment with my gyno was to just ask for a different pill, but at the appointment I was running on 2 hours of sleep and hedged my luck by asking for a hysterectomy, after having mostly given up after being told "no, I would not give you a hysterectomy unless you were in your 40's and already had kids" by every doctor I'd previously asked)

that I was living like a zombie, struggling to sleep and needing to use 2 heating pads for hours at a time, and could barely be on social media at all. But when my gynecologist agreed to give me ✨the long sought after hysterectomy✨ he apologized profusely and said that he couldn't do it laparoscopically (I assume he, being in his 60's or 70's and born and raised in this horrible little one-horse farm town, wasn't trained to use the machinery?) and that normally he would offer to refer me to a different doctor who Could do it laparoscopically, but he really didn't think any other gynecologist would agree to perform a hysterectomy on a 23 yr old. He said he'd try to make the incision scar as small as possible and below my bikini line, because he knew that a lot of patients became self-conscious of their scars.

My mom's reaction was like, the Miette copypasta. "You're going to CUT OPEN my BABY with COLD STEEL and LEAVE A SCAR?!"

(My mom is deathly afraid of surgery; it wasn't entirely her overprotectiveness that contributed to this reaction. She even really really loved this doctor because she used to work in the building across from his office, and they'd chat in the parking lot, so she'd spent years telling me I should try him. I was sitting there like, why are you getting cold feet about this now? 😭)

My reaction, though, was to say, "Oh, no no, I would love a scar! It'll be a reminder that I overcame all those years of pain that my body put me through! That's perfectly fine with me :) <3" . I Wanted to ask him to make the incision as big as it reasonably needed to be and on my stomach instead of my bikini line (so I could show it off to people . obvi . ), but I was already asking him to sterilize a 23 yr old, and I was pretty afraid that if I said too many weird things, that he might walk back his decision or decide I needed a psych eval before the surgery. I wanted that mf out of my body since I was 10, I didn't want to postpone the surgery or jeopardize my chances of this happening, so I was Trying to be Chill. Not an easy thing for me, you understand.

My mom was like, you can get a tattoo of a scar! You don't need actual abdominal surgery to achieve it!"

I was like yes I do <3 and signed the consent paperwork, had the necessary ultrasound and bloodwork and covid test to be cleared for surgery. And my scar has unfortunately faded a lot over the last 3 years, bc my doctor did keep his word of making the incision small (which was very very thoughtful of him, just like not what my bonked brain wanted) but it's still a little red in the center and the skin still feels raised across the line.

My main point in posting all this is that with top/bottom surgery, the scars are basically non-negotiable, compared to a hysterectomy having the option of being done through laparoscopy. I don't really think I want top or bottom surgery personally, but I like to think that all of us who get any type of gender-affirming surgery (which my hysterectomy partially was; it eliminated so much dysphoria. The pain was just the top reason I wanted it, and allowed me to avoid coming out as trans in my very conservative state/conservative small town within this terrible state) feel our surgery scars and feel happy and at peace from them <3 Love and peace on planet earth, etc.

(I did do a write up on my surgery a few days after I got out of the hospital that you could read if you want, but it's pretty TMI, like discussing catheters, bc I mainly wrote it for close friends who'd been worrying about me in the 4 days I wasn't really online from the pain, so read at your own risk. You can also see my face in it. I updated it a bit now to fix some pain-induced typos from 2021.)

#erin talks #text #selfie tag #long post #I would've put a read more but I feel like it might benefit someone to read about having a hysterectomy #also in that link I sound sooo much more naive 💀 I really truly didn't realize it wasn't normal that I could walk after abdominal surgery #until one of my friends was like #No erin most people Can't walk less than 12 hours after abdominal surgery . your body is just #a fucking anomaly . WELL this is the freak of nature family!!#at the same time tho not much has changed (being in an unreal amount of pain and prioritizing others over myself despite that)#anyway I took a long time typing this out bc I was trying to not be too TMI on a public platform #I haven't really made personal posts anywhere besides my locked twt account since 2014 #oh my god tumblr fucked up the tags so bad

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tacticalvalor · 1 year ago

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Hi, I have no life (joke). Anyway, with the updates to Laverne's canon I've made (and still need to add to her bio)... I decided to re-calculate her net worth.

Unfortunately, she is not making the Top 10 Richest People in the World list 😔 But that doesn't mean her worth isn't impressive!

So, below the cut you will find the breakdown of assets and liabilities. But first, here's a breakdown of what exactly constitutes into calculating a person's net worth:

Net worth is the value of the assets a person or corporation owns, minus the liabilities they owe.

An asset is anything owned that has monetary value, while liabilities are obligations that deplete resources, such as loans, accounts payable (AP), and mortgages.

This would include properties (homes, businesses, vehicles) and most material goods, as well as daily business fees. Which in GTA... are very cheap in comparison to the cost of assets.

It's also important to note this is an approximation!

Some vehicles aren't available, some were free and the market cost was estimated (re: base value + suggested sell price post-upgrade), property upgrades and renovations varied, the fees are paid daily, and I had to find online articles with the prices...

There was an attempt, and we did get an answer:

$81.3 million USD (exact number: $81,322,316 USD)

And now, the breakdown.

PROPERTIES / BUSINESSES

2045 N. Conker Avenue Stilt Apartment -> $727,000

Del Perro Heights, 4 -> $468,000

Maze Bank Tower Office -> $7,800,000

Paleto Forest Bunker -> $2,480,000

Paleto Bay Facility -> $2,806,000

LSIA Hangar A17 -> $3,147,500

Downtown Vinewood Nightclub -> $7,469,850

Videogeddon (La Mesa) -> $10,082,500

Diamond Casino Penthouse -> $6,472,000

Cargo Warehouse -> $902,000

Vehicle Warehouse -> $1,500,000

Document Forgery -> $1,762,000

Counterfeit Cash -> $2,454,000

Cocaine Lockup -> $2,870,000

TOTAL: $50,940,850

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CLOTHING (ACCOUNTS FOR CANON OUTFITS; NOT ALL INCLUDED DUE TO LOSS OF OUTFIT/CHANGED CANON)

Outfit 1 -> $54,732

Black Corset -> $13,940

Classic Turnups -> $15.060

Black Catsuit Heels -> $3,020

Pewter Aviators -> $3,660

Platinum Pretzel Chain -> $9,252

Black Gold Diamond Studs -> $6,450

Carbon Anna Rex Prestige Watch -> $3,350

Outfit 2 -> $43,062

Black Corset -> $13,940

Deco Sequin Mini Skirt -> $1,425

Black Patent Heels -> $2,395

Platinum Pretzel Chain -> $9,252

Platinum Diamond Studs -> $8,950

Silver Le Chien Marquise Watch -> $7,100

Outfit 3 -> $6,680

Cream Blazer -> $1,400

Black Turtleneck -> $1100

Cream Slacks -> $1,660

Black Patent Heels -> $2,395

Silver Deco Earrings -> $125

Outfit 4 -> $8,435

Blue Suede Blazer -> $1,750

Black Turtleneck -> $1100

Blue Slacks -> $1,990

Black Patent Heels -> $2,395

Gray Earpiece -> $1,200

Outfit 5 -> $39,085

Positive Cimicino Sun Dress -> $27,650

Black Patent Heels -> $2,395

Gray Earpiece -> $1,200

Black Mademoiselle Glasses -> $740

Silver Le Chien Marquise Watch -> $7,100

Outfit 6 -> $36,900

Ice Corset -> $13,820

Faded Classic Turnups -> $14,280

White Dipped Patent Heels -> $500

Gray Earpiece -> $1,200

Marble Mademoiselle Glasses -> UNK / $0

Silver Le Chien Marquise Watch -> $7,100

Outfit 7 -> $555

Black Bikini Top -> $325

Black Bikini Bottoms -> $230

Outfit 8 -> $24,090

Santos 13 Cropped Tank -> $130

Black Snap Joggers -> $4,850

Black S Slab Canvas Sneakers -> $8,670

Pewter Aviators -> $3,660

Beat Off White Headphones -> $0

Lime iFruit Snap Watch -> $6,780

Outfit 9 -> $30,075

Black Mini Dress -> $14,500

Black Patent Heels -> $2,395

Platinum Waterfall Earrings -> $10,600

Black Fufu Jeunesse Watch -> $2,580

Long Black Gloves -> UNK. / $0

Outfit 10 -> $52,185

Royal Blue Mini Dress -> $12.920

Black Patent Heels -> $2,395

Platinum Waterfall Earrings -> $10,600

Silver Anna Rex Prestige Watch -> $3,350

Mono Chain Bracelet -> $22,920

Outfit 11 -> $77,515

Springs High Roller Dress -> $45,750

Black Patent Heels -> $2,395

Black Gold Diamond Studs -> $6,450

Mono Chain Bracelet -> $22,920

TOTAL: $373,314

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VEHICLES (ACCOUNTS FOR CANON VEHICLES)

Galaxy Super Yacht -> $8,840,000

Kosatka Submarine -> $9,085,000

Bravado Greenwood -> 1,098,750 + 144,975 = $1,243,725

Obey 9F Cabrio -> 130,000 + 231,325 = $361,325

Bravado Banshee -> 126,000 + 223,387 = $349,387

Dinka Double-T -> $85,815

Coil Cyclone -> + $2,020,757

Paragon R (Armored) -> $905,000

Terrobyte -> $3,459,000

TOTAL: $25,988,684

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ACCOUNT BALANCE (TIME OF CALCULATION) -> $4,031,463

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APPROXIMATION OF OBLIGATIONS / FEES

Apartments -> $150

Facility -> $300

Penthouse -> $500

Yacht -> $500

Submarine -> $150

Office -> $250

Cargo Warehouse -> $25

Bunker -> $4,500

Hangar -> $250

Nightclub -> $500

Arcade -> $250

Document Forgery -> $1,500

Counterfeit Cash -> $3000

Mechanic Fees -> $120

TOTAL: $11,995

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81,334,311 - 11,995 EQUALS... $81,322,316

#(headcanon)#(m: laverne alba)#( me? doing math for my ocs? it's more likely than you think! )

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certainsadspongebobpics · 2 years ago

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Why the episode “Gone” will never appear on this blog.

I have no way to post the entire episode on tumblr. Plain and simple. Its an okay episode. Certainly not the worst, not by a mile, but it is.. very dark if you look below the cartoony surface, and you certainly dont have to look deep. If you gave up on the show after season 5, let me fill you in. The episode is simply about Spongebob waking up to find everyone in bikini bottom gone. At the end of the episode, they come back and explain they were “gone” because of national “No Spongebob” day. Horrible premise right? Very cruel. Well it gets worse. They weren’t gone for a day. They were gone for weeks. A month. The episode doesn’t make it clear on how long, we’re just given “weeks.” Seems rather trivial, but take the time to imagine how just one week would feel to you. Spongebob had no human contact during those “weeks.” They didn’t leave a note, or any sign that they were alive and okay. Nothing. You on some level, are social, even if you dont have many friends. Even if you don’t have any friends. Theres a possibility that you have neighbors, or coworkers, or classmates or teachers, or online friends, or SOMEONE to interact with during the day at least once. You will at least bump into someone or be contacted by someone in your day to day routine. Spongebob is social too, very social, and very welcoming. We’re shown in the episode his routine, and just how many people he interacts with. He feeds his snail, he annoys Squidward, says hello to Patrick and interacts with customers at the krusty krab. ...Now they’re not there. I think we’re suppose to inference that Spongebob is just stupid and doesn’t notice everyone’s gone. But I say he isn’t. Spongebob may be dumb, but he is also very loving in the platonic and familial sense. Don’t let the later seasons cloud your judgement. Think back to “Have you seen this snail.” Spongebob forgot to feed Gary for a while while taking the dirty bubble challenge. He simply lost track of time. After he realizes Gary’s gone? He goes on a massive search. He puts up missing snail posters, asks people, searches the entire town for him and even puts up a bill board. ....What caused him to do all of this? When Gary did not come to eat. He most DEFINITELY could have seen that something was wrong. He even searches the whole house for him, to no avail. Still... there is the possibility that Gary could have gotten an early start. Sames to Squidward. Squidward always yells at Spongebob, he can’t really help himself. He wouldn’t have just rolled over and ignored him. This is where you start to get the inkling that something is wrong. Then he goes over to Patrick’s house, and tries to wake him up. Patrick.. of course, does not respond. Spongebob is not showing any signs of distress. He even walks through the empty streets and hops over an upside down boat. I’d like to think that this is Spongebob in a sort of denial phase. Think about what you would do if you woke up and everyone around you was gone. Would you search for them? Would you continue your routine in the hopes that they’d all show up? Would you go to work/school and start working, just in case? Spongebob does grill patties, just in case. But nobody’s there to eat them. Still.. its a slow day, right? Mr krabs doesn’t respond to him saying good bye, but maybe he’s just been busy in his office all day? Spongebob just starts to freak out when he sees Gary hasn’t eaten his food. That brings him right to the reality he’s living in. He starts doing all of these things to confirm that his friends are gone, and he realizes that its not just one or two, not just Gary or squidward, It’s ALL of them. Every single person both in his innercircle and out. At the end he shouts “WHERE DID EVERYBODY GOOOOOO” It echoes, emphasizes the emptiness. We move onto the next part, where it starts to get slightly unsettling. We’re not into full weirdness mode yet, but we’re getting there. Spongebob.. starts imitating all of the people he knew in their lives. He’s acting them out. He is, as he puts it, “Living out their lives for them.” He plays both himself, and them in these situations, and he is definitely aware of their thoughts and feelings on him, there or not. I would like to believe that this is some form of bargaining, both to keep his routine, and by having a form of connection to them. In the end.. it doesn’t work. He breaks down because he wants them, not his version of them. Theres only so much one sponge can do. Now this.. is the darkest part of the episode. He does grant himself a drivers license, after all, nobody’s there to stop him. And he does drive recklessly, after all, theres no pedestrians to hit. He crashes the boat into his house, after all, theres nobody to yell at him for it. He starts talking and forming a relationship with the boat. The boat of course, does not talk back.He even wakes up with the boat in his bed and says “I guess its just you and me now boaty.” He showers with the boat, eats breakfast with it, does a whole bunch of other stuff, and then takes it to his place of work. After all, Mr krabs isn’t there to yell at him to causing a big hole in the wall. He even throws a krabby patty into the engine in an attempt to have the boat try it. Of course.. the boat rejects it. Spongebob loves krabby patties. He practically worships them. He even cremates one in “Just one bite.” He would know it wouldn’t work with the boat, but theres nobody else there to eat his krabby patties so thats why he tries it. In the next scene, he mentions something particularly telling. “You know, I thought I’d go crazy without all my friends and acquaintances around, but it looks like you were all I needed to stay sane.” Boaty.. starts talking to him, but not in a human way, in an engine making noises way that Spongebob interprets. It.. starts accusing him of having a meat puppet of his old best friend, which is totally crazy right? Except it isn’t. Because thats exactly what Spongebob has. He has formed a puppet out of meat in the shape of Patrick and has hidden it away in the closet, and he starts talking to it. Remember, despite all of their conflicts, Spongebob and Patrick are best friends. They’re close. They’re even a part of the best friends forever club. It makes sense that Spongebob would talk to Patrick, but since Patrick’s not here, this meat puppet will have to do. Of course he does nuts and starts distrusting the boat. After all, he can’t really trust anything in his reality anymore. In the final end, They all come back. The entire town. Spongebob says “You’re all still alive?” Meaning this entire time, there was a possibility in his mind that his friends and loved ones might not ever come back. The boat, the meat patrick, everything might have stayed that way his entire life. All of the people he knew might have been dead, and he wouldn’t have even known why or how. They come back, but why have they been gone for so long? National no Spongebob day. An entire day dedicated to getting away from Spongebob. Everyone participated in this. The entire town. You can’t tell me that at least one person was left behind, because we were very thoroughly shown that Spongebob searched the entire town, and all he could say was “Gone.” The worst part? In this particular episode, even Patrick, his best friend, partook in this abandonment. Now consider how you would feel if someone dedicated an entire holiday to getting away from you. Mr krabs of course, deflects the blame by saying “Its dedicated to you.” He conveniently leaves out the “Getting away” part. This doesn’t help when he says that they build a wooden replica of Spongebob and burn it and dance in the ashes. In the end, they start a “No Patrick” day, and everyone takes off without Patrick. I am not satisfied by this ending. 1. I’m guessing this is to give him a taste of his own medicine, but if you’re gonna do that, then EVERYONE needs a holiday where they get shunned. 2. Patrick knows where his loved ones have gone. He knows they’re alive and they have to come back eventually, something Spongebob wasn’t even given the pleasure of knowing. Overall, this episode is an exploration of loneliness, and how it can really drive someone who’s social to the extremes, just to feel something. In the end, we find out it isn’t just loneliness, its shunning, full on shunning. The idea hanging in the area of never knowing where your friends and acquaintances have gone, and never getting closure for that just lingers. Even as a kid, I remember watching this episode and feeling really odd and worried. Poor Spongebob.

#rant #long post

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90memories · 7 years ago

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Buildings located in Bikini Bottom: Part 2

#Spongebob #Niickelodeon #Bikini Bottom Library #Bikini Bottom Arcade #Bikini Bottom Post Office #High School #Mall #Electronics Outhouse #Diner #Bikini Bottom Pin Factory #Magic Shop #Buildings #Cartoon

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ramp-it-up · 2 years ago

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What would YOU do for a Klondike bar?

🤔

I would act up for Andy…

What would you do?

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader

Word count: 400

Summary: What would you let Andy do for a Klondike bar?

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk. Soft! Dom Andy. Bratty behavior, jealousy, exhibitionism, implied voyeurism, public sex, sex with food, nipple play, cold play, oral (female receiving), threat of belt binding, edging, Daddy kink, orgasm denial. Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

Smut drabble below the cut.

You were twisting and moaning as the cold ice cream treat touched your sensitive body. The chocolate was melting off on your nipples and Andy was bending down to lick it up, and simultaneously heat up your aching skin.

Your bikini top was on the ground, you were wet in your bikini bottoms, and you needed him to fuck you already. The hot 85 degree day and the cold ice cream made your senses more alive than ever.

“Andyyyyy!”

“No, Sweetheart. You said you’d do anything for this treat. Especially since you went to the grocery and flirted with that kid as he brought the bag of them out to your car. I watched you through my office window.”

Andy tsked and shook his head.

“I know it’s Saturday, but I only ran to the office for two hours. But you couldn’t be reasonable about it and wait for me to get home and give you this cock, no, you had to be a brat and a tease, didn’t you?”

Andy glared down at you, and you had to squint and cover your eyes because the sunlight was blinding you.

“No, Daddy. That’s not true.”

He chuckled darkly.

“It is true, and you know it. And now you’re being punished. And that kid is going to see me do it. You get off on him knowing that you're mine, don’t cha?”

Andy’s Boston accent grew more pronounced.

“Hands back up over your head. Don’t make me use my tie.”

You obeyed despite your smirk, and grasped the top of the pool lounger.

He watched your naked torso twist and turn as he pressed the klondike bar against your other nipple. He was rock hard in his work slacks and stood with his back to Theo’s window. Andy knew the 19 year old was watching.

Poor kid, he was probably using up all of his good lotion.

The heat was now melting a good amount of the chocolate around his fingers and your nipple.

“I want everyone to know I’m yours, Andy!”

You squealed and squirmed as he bent down to clean you up again with his lips.

He gave you a satisfied grunt at your response, undid the strings of your bikini bottoms, then moved the cold, disintegrating ice cream to your hot cunt. He kneeled between your legs and watched it melt.

“Ohhhhhhh Daddy!”

The sensation was mind, as well as body, numbing.

“Well, maybe Theo is recording this and will post it on the neighborhood Facebook page and you’ll get your wish.”

You squealed again as Andy descended to lick his favorite ice cream snack.

#ask dj #dj answers #Andy Barber #andy barber imagine #andy barber drabble #Andy barber and you #chris evans #chris evans smut #andy barber smut

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phillippadgettwrites · 2 years ago

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Glory

Rated X / 1460 words / Posted on AO3

“No,” he says emphatically, punctuating the word with a nervous laugh. “Absolutely not.”

Her eyebrows furrow, her bottom lip pushing out into a little pout. She pivots toward him, her feet folded up underneath her and her elbow resting on the back of the couch.

“Why not?” she asks, sounding wounded.

“Scully—trust me, you don’t want to know,” he says with a self-conscious shake of his head. He keeps his eyes on the coffee table, but he feels hers burning a hole in the side of his face.

“Mulder, I’m not going to judge you. I’m just curious,” she rebutts. “Do you not trust me?”

He looks over at her sharply, finding no hint of playfulness or taunting in her expression. Her curiosity appears to be genuine, not morbid. Nonetheless, warning bells in his head tell him not to answer the question.

“Of course I do,” he says pleadingly. “But if it freaks you out—I’m afraid you may never look at me the same again.”

“It’s not…beastiality or something, is it?” she asks fearfully.

“Jesus, Scully, no,” he barks, giving her an incredulous look. “It’s not illegal or immoral, it’s just—it’s weird.”

“I can handle weird,” she says, her tone softening. “I think that should be obvious by now.”

He sighs, dropping his head against the back of the couch.

“Do you promise it won’t change how you feel about me?” he asks, hating how whiny he sounds.

“I don’t think there’s anything you could tell me that would change how I feel about you, Mulder,” she says, and he feels her hand slide over his knee in an attempt at reassurance.

He closes his eyes, swallows, says a prayer for mercy.

“Okay, it’s—do you know what a glory hole is?” he spits out.

Silence.

“Yes, I do,” she finally says, her tone careful. Measured. Emotionless.

“Well, there you go. It’s been nice knowing you,” he grumbles, slinging his arm across his eyes.

“So…,” she begins, and he can practically hear her painstakingly choosing the right words. “What is it about—that—that appeals to you?”

“Please don’t dissect it,” he begs, his belly churning. “I don’t know. I’ve intentionally never given it much thought.”

“Have you ever done it?” she asks, and he pulls his arm down, lifting his head to look at her.

Her expression is open, curious, no hint of derision or disgust.

“No,” he answers. “I don’t think of it as something I’d actually do. I just like to watch the videos, which are probably staged anyway.”

She nods, considering him.

“Thank you for telling me,” she finally says, scooting closer. “What do you want to get for dinner?”

It’s weeks later when she pauses in the doorway as she leaves the office, looking back at him with a somewhat nervous smile.

“Come by at 7:00,” she says, feigning confidence. “I have a gift for you.”

He nods, puzzled, and it’s only after he hears the elevator doors slide closed that he realizes what day it is. Leave it to him to forget his own damn birthday.

In the two hours between her invitation and his designated arrival time, his mind runs rampant with guesses as to what her gift might be. By the time he pulls the front door of her building open, he’s hoping and praying that it involves a gold bikini, even if her hair isn't long enough to replicate Leia’s cinnamon bun coiffure.

Outside her apartment door he lifts his arm to knock, but spots a small slip of paper taped above the keyhole.

Mulder, let yourself in.

His heart kicks into gear, pushing blood noisily past his ears as he fumbles in his pocket for his keys, inserting the one for her apartment into the deadbolt and slowly opening the door. He blinks rapidly, preparing himself mentally for whatever he’s about to see as he feels his groin grow heavy with anticipation.

Inside the apartment it’s quiet. The overhead lights are off, only the soft glow of a few lamps illuminating the familiar space.

“Scully?” he calls out, slipping his shoes off and setting his keys, phone, and wallet on the table by the door.

No answer.

He walks toward her bedroom, stopping abruptly when he spots a white sheet hanging over the doorway, a hole about the size of a dinner plate cut into it at roughly the height that the doorknob would be, but dead center in the door frame.

“Scully?” he says again, and her small hand appears through the hole, palm up, her index finger beckoning him closer.

A flash of heat courses through his body, setting his ears buzzing. He stares, stupefied, as she points and then beckons him again. Finally, he takes a few wobbly steps forward and she grabs him by the belt buckle, tugging him closer. She points again, this time directly at his crotch, then slices her finger slowly through the air from his belt to the bottom of his fly as though trying to lower his zipper via telekinesis.

He undoes his belt with trembling hands, pushing his slacks and boxers to his feet in one quick motion and then stripping off his dress shirt. He feels momentarily embarrassed by the fact that he’s already half-hard, but then she wraps her fist around him at the root and his brain short circuits. Slowly, gently, she coaxes him forward by the cock until it disappears into the opening of the sheet and the cool fabric brushes against his skin.

She doesn’t wait a single second before she takes him in her mouth. Wet heat envelopes him, and his hands fly to the door frame for stability as his knees quiver and threaten to buckle. He feels one hand wrapped tight around the base of his scrotum and one holding his shaft steady as her tongue glides wetly along the length of him, flicking up around the head before she delves back down.

He knows it’s her. He wants it to be her. But there’s still something about the manufactured anonymity—not knowing what she’s wearing, what exactly she’s doing or what she might do next—that feels thrilling and forbidden. He imagines her in the Princess Leia costume, red fabric pooling between her legs and the milky slashes of her thighs visible above her knees that press into the hardwood as she sucks him off. He imagines her completely naked, one hand tucked between her legs as she flicks her tongue across his head, flicking at her own clit in time. He imagines her in a little black bra and panty set that he saw in her dresser once, inadvertently, when packing her bag for a last minute overnight trip. He sees her sweet little breasts pushed up in the lacy cups, the thin scrap of fabric barely covering her cunt. He imagines one strap falling off her shoulder as she leans into him, pistoning her head rapidfire as she takes him over the edge—

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he sputters, and she doesn’t hesitate at all.

She keeps sucking firmly as he explodes in her mouth, his fingers aching from his firm grip on the door frame and his legs dissolving into jelly. She slows as he does, escorting him down until she releases him with a sticky pop and what feels like a soft kiss right on the head of his dick. He stands there, panting, as the sheet billows toward him and then her bedroom door closes behind it with a click.

He pulls up his boxers and his pants, momentarily allowing his mind to worry that somehow it wasn’t her, that he’s just done something horrible. He hears footsteps in the bathroom and suddenly she appears in the hallway behind him, her cheeks pink and a bashful smile on her mouth.

“You’re here,” she says, effectively feigning surprise, and he blinks at her, stunned. She steps up close, wrapping her arms around his waist and looking up at him dreamily. “Happy birthday,” she coos.

He bends down to kiss her, tasting himself, bright and bleachy, on her tongue. Though he’s only just barely coming down from his orgasm, he feels a surge of new arousal. He grabs her by the ass, pulling her firmly against him as he hums into her mouth.

“I really did get you a gift,” she says between kisses, attempting to guide him into the living room.

“Later,” he says urgently, grabbing the sheet in his fist and tugging it forcefully away from the door frame as thumbtacks clatter to the floor. He walks them backwards into her bedroom, throwing her down on the bed and making her shriek. “I have something I need to give you first.”

Tagging @today-in-fic

#the x files #x files fanfic #xf fic #xf fanfic #smut #dana scully #fox mulder #xfiles #todayinfic

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mercy-burning · 4 years ago

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Trouble

Part of Mercy’s 1k Celebration: A collection of Spencer Reid x Reader requests to celebrate 1,000 followers.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader decides to cause a little trouble on vacation.

Category: SMUT (18+)

Warnings: Language, sex (dom!Spencer, hair pulling, spanking, female masturbation, rough sex, light choking, oral sex- male receiving, crying during sex, degradation, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cum play / if I missed anything, please let me know!)

Word Count: 6.6k

Full Requests:

+ “...this is for dom spencer/post prison spencer!! okay so you guys are all out with the team on like a team vacation type thing! you decide to wear the cutest and smallest black bikini and tease spencer the whole day. and i mean tease him!! after you guys all separate off for the night he punishes you! spanks you and fucks you until you’re a whimpering mess! maybe you even fall into sub space and his aftercare is 10/10 amazing!!” — @slutforthegubes

+ “A one-shot for reader being bratty for being clingy in front of the team, so then he punishes her by spanking, edging ect?” — @smexyreid

MASTERLIST | 1K MASTERLIST

NOTE: I actually had a fluff planned for today, but I’ve been feeling rather ~spicy~ lately, so I hope this is alright 😉😂

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Normally you didn't like to get into trouble on vacations. And really, who did? Vacations were meant to be relaxing, a way to kick back, relax, and take a break from the monotony of day-to-day life. Not to mention you and the team were far over-due for one of those breaks.

So naturally, your instincts would tell you to do just that: relax. Right?

Wrong.

You couldn't help it. As of late, your sex life was getting... interesting, to say the least. And now more than ever you were always in the mood for trouble; Whether it meant purposely bending over in the office (right in front of your boyfriend, where everyone else was in the room and he couldn't do anything about it) or touching yourself without permission, also sometimes right in front of him.

Bottom line: right now you were looking for trouble. And you knew exactly where to find it.

Trouble, in this case, took the form of a skimpy black bikini you'd spotted while shopping for the trip. it was barely a bathing suit at all, held together by thin strings that you knew would fall apart with just a mere little tug. And if that wasn't enough to entice you, it had little lace detailing that you knew would drive him insane.

Your body practically burned with desire as it sat in a bag in the backseat of your rental car, Spencer's hand on your thigh burning equally as hot.

"You feel really warm," he noted, giving your leg a comforting squeeze. "Are you okay? If you're not feeling well we can stay behind..."

"No, I'm fine," you answered truthfully with a smile. "I'm just really excited to take some time off. Lord knows we need it."

"Yeah, I know... I just wish we weren't going somewhere so... water-y..."

You laughed, placing your hand on top of his and giving it the same reassuring squeeze he'd given you. "It'll be fun. Trust me, you'll have a great time."

He didn't sound so sure about that, but he didn't know the plan you had cooked up. He was going to have fun on this trip whether he thought so or not.

***

The resort was beautiful. Hell, beautiful was nowhere near the right word for it. It was everything you'd always dreamed about, just like those fancy commercials that showed people in big pools, surrounded by palm trees and workers with white polo shirts who brought you whatever you wanted.

And the hotel rooms you stayed in? They were immaculate. It may have seemed like you were exaggerating, but honestly, you felt like a princess. The bed was just about the most comfortable thing you'd ever had the pleasure of laying on, the view was incredible, sweeping over the resort with a beautiful sunrise every morning, and the complimentary robes and towels were heavenly.

You never wanted to leave.

"Remind me to give Rossi a big hug the next time I see him," you sighed as you rolled over in bed and snuggled into Spencer's side.

He laughed softly into your hair and pulled you closer. "I know it's only been a day, but I could stay here forever. In this bed, with you..."

You smiled, feeling your heart warm at his words. "Me, too... But if you think you're gonna get out of today by being charming, then you're sorely mistaken."

Yesterday, the day you all arrived, you made a plan with Spencer: that first day would be spent settling in and having dinner with the team, going out for drinks and relaxing. And then the next day (today), you were all going to spend the day outside, enjoying the sun and enjoying each others' company. He wasn't too fond of the idea spending all day outside in the heat, but you were sure that by the end of the night he would have found it very rewarding.

Because today was the day you were initiating your plan. Since you would be in public (and you knew your boyfriend wasn't a fan of being too publicly affectionate), you were going to tease him as much as you could. You knew it would kill him, not being able to touch you in front of everyone, and you also knew it would make him mad. Most likely, he would warn you to drop it, and you would feign innocence, continuing on your merry way and proceed with the plan. And if you knew him as well as you thought, chances are he would tolerate you all day, barely putting up with your antics until you were alone for the night.

And then? Then you were hoping he would punish the hell out of you. Because honestly, nothing got your blood pumping faster than when he called you names... When he spanked you, or choked you, or refused to let you come. Or even when he did the opposite and made you orgasm so many times you cried from the overstimulation.

But you knew that whatever punishment he decided this time, it was going to be absolutely delicious.

Just the thought of it made you clench your thighs together, and Spencer seemed to notice; He brought one of his hands down to rest between them, feeling the dampness that was forming through the fabric of your underwear.

"Someone's excited this morning," he mused, pressing a kiss to your forehead as his middle finger pushed the fabric aside and gently glided through your pussy.

You sucked in a breath, nuzzling into his neck and failing to hide a smile. "Well, since we're gonna be out and about all day, don't you think we should do something about that?"

Spencer laughed again, this time slipping his finger all the way inside you, causing you to gasp out.

"That sounds like a fantastic idea, princess."

***

To say you were anxious would have been an understatement.

Because of the material of your cover-up dress, no one could see what you had on underneath unless you took it off. In reality it was more like a summer dress, landing just above the knee in a pretty black floral pattern. Your hair was up in a clip for easy taking-down, and cheap dollar-store sunglasses sat firmly on the bridge of your nose.

And just the knowledge of what was hiding beneath your seemingly innocent get-up had your stomach twisted in knots. Even as Spencer swung your hand in his as the two of you made your way to the lounge area, you pictured that same hand fisting the sheets as his wrapped around your throat while he fucked you absolutely senseless.

You hadn't even realized you were squeezing his hand so tight until he wiggled his fingers and gently nudged you with his shoulder. "You've been... squirmy and tense lately, are you sure you're alright?"

Your hand loosened its grip on his, and then you brought them up to kiss the back of his hand. "I'm fine, just excited to be in the sun all day, that's all."

There was some degree of truth to your words, but he didn't have to know that.

So, to convince him you really were fine, you practically jumped once you reached the gateway to the pool and lounge area, spotting all your friends as they waved you over. Spencer laughed as you parted from him and started walking a little faster.

"Someone's eager," Rossi mused from his chair, a glass of lemonade in his hand.

As Spencer approached behind you, Luke snickered. "Not eager enough, apparently. They're late. What were you lovebirds up to, eh?"

"Alvez, if you have to ask, you probably couldn't handle the answer," Tara said with a snicker of her own.

Funny thing was, she was absolutely right. And it made your stomach twist into even bigger knots just thinking about what happened just an hour before you left the room.

Thankfully the mood was kind enough to shift, courtesy of JJ removing her sheer cover-up and taking her sunglasses off with them. "Anyone up for a light morning swim before more people show up?"

You weren't sure whether or not it was a good idea... Did you want to start your teasing so early on that by the end of the day it was going to be an even bigger struggle to keep your hands off of Spencer, silently begging him to whisk you away and have his way with you? But what if he held out and decided to cut the day off early? If that was the case, he'd most likely drag out your punishment for hours, and is that something you wanted?

Your mind swam in a current of filthy images and possible scenarios, all of which were too damn good to pass up.

So, you counted yourself in and handed Spencer your bag, to which he gladly took and then planted a kiss on your forehead.

You waited until he was settled down, sitting at the table with Rossi—who also decided to hang back—to start removing your accessories.

The first to go was the sunglasses, easy and still unsuspicious. You were going to remove the hairclip first, but then an idea came to mind, so you easily slid out of the cover-up and let it fall to the ground.

Spencer's jaw dropped open at about the same speed, though he quickly closed it to seemingly remain unbothered. The smallest of smirks played across your lips as you bent down to pick the garment up. And you took your sweet time, purposely struggling to get it between your fingers. At one point, you had it halfway up before you 'accidentally' dropped it again, mumbling a curse under your breath.

But eventually you gave up the charade, successfully grabbing the dress and holding it out to Spencer. "Would you put this in my bag for me, babe?"

"Uh huh," he muttered, his hands practically shaking when he took it from you.

To add sugar to the pot, you took a step towards him and kissed him chastely on the mouth, just before taking the clip from your hair and shaking it out like in the movies. Truthfully you weren't sure if it was as sexy as they always made it seem, but judging by your boyfriend's inability to look at you, you figured it did the trick.

You turned and made your way to the pool then, leaving him behind with a little extra spring in your step.

***

Your swim extended until lunch time at around noon, where everyone gathered at their table. There were about thirty of these tables all around the pool, each attaching a tall umbrella to keep from the sun.

Though Spencer had seemed rattled and more shocked than anything at your outfit reveal before, now he just seemed calm. Oddly calm.

As you opened a beer, you looked over at him. "You okay, baby?"

"Yep. I'm all good."

He clearly wasn't. His hand twitched under the table, and it made your stomach flutter with butterflies as you wondered what he was thinking. Was he thinking about fucking you out here in front of everyone? Was he imagining and concocting ways to make sure you knew how much of an affect you had on him later? The thought of all of it excited you to the point of squirminess again.

It was safe to say that Spencer noticed. His hand reached out and brushed your knee about ten minutes into lunch, and it sent a jolt of electricity through you. He was never this way in public, but now he was full-on gripping your knee under the table and slowly sliding it up and up and up...

"Excuse me? Do you guys have an extra chair we could use by chance?" A voice sounded from the other side of you, and you jumped as Spencer quickly removed his hand from you.

But then you got another idea.

"Oh, here, you can use mine," you told the voice, which belonged to a middle-aged woman in a blue one-piece and a sun hat.

"Are you sure? I don't want to be any trouble..."

You stood up and smiled at her, handing over your chair as you insisted. "It's not a problem. Really."

"Thank you," she returned with a smile. "Have a great day."

"You, too!" you called as she walked off with the chair. You turned to Spencer with a smile. "You don't mind if I sit on your lap, right?"

He didn't answer, only shifted in the chair, and that gave you all the permission you needed. So you promptly sat down between his legs, and you snuggled as close to him as you could, making sure to wiggle a little more than needed without being too obvious as your friends continued chatting. Spencer's left hand gripped your hip so tightly you thought he was going to leave bruises.

That excited you more than it probably should have.

So to test your luck, you placed your hand over the top of his and drew little patterns into the back of his hand. Your other hand worked at occasionally grabbing fries to eat.

What you didn't expect was for Spencer to ask for one. Really, you didn't think much of it, though those butterflies returned in your lower belly when he ate the fry right out of your hand, bringing his face to rest right above your shoulder. Before he pulled away, he whispered just inconspicuously enough to avoid raising any red flags.

"Watch yourself, princess..."

He hissed out the nickname so harshly it made you shudder, and your thighs clenched under the table as he leaned back again.

Just in time for someone to talk.

"Why, you two are awfully clingy today." It was Penelope, giggling through a bright pink bendy straw.

You decided to play off of that, smiling and leaning back to press yourself fully against him. "This is our first vacation together, I guess I'm just excited," you said sweetly.

Spencer lightly kissed your cheek, but his hand squeezed your bare hip again. A warning not to push it.

"You know, Will and I haven't had a vacation in a while. It's kind of a bummer he had to work, otherwise we could've taken the kids." JJ pouted playfully before taking a fry.

"We'll definitely have to plan for another one of these in the future," Penelope offered happily.

You wiggled your hips just the tiniest bit as your head dropped onto Spencer's shoulder. "I agree."

His fingers were gripping your hip with brutal force now, and to cover a yelp, you faked a cough. He eased his grip, settling on splaying his entire hand flat across it instead. Its warmth mixed with the knowledge of how big it was made you all warm inside. And, God, if you didn't want to fake being sick so you could drag him up to the hotel room right then...

But you held on, ready for phase two of your plan.

While swimming before, You decided with Luke, Penelope, Tara, Matt, and Emily that a game of water-volleyball was in your future. JJ offered to call points while the rest of you, in teams, played against each other. Despite their efforts to get Rossi and Spencer to join, they both declined, but in a way you were thankful.

Being in action might just be the thing you needed to finally push him over the edge.

So soon after lunch, you all moved over to the open water-volleyball pool. JJ, Spencer, and Rossi all sat at the edge on lounge chairs to watch while you divided into two teams, Penelope, Luke, and Emily on one side, you, Tara, and Matt on the other.

Truth be told, during the game you almost completely forgot about the other little game that you were playing with Spencer—the one only you two knew about. You were quite content and happy having fun with your friends for so long that it was a distant memory.

But at one point, Matt lifted you out of the water to hit the ball, his hands firmly gripping your waist to help you do it. And you didn't think anything of it until you realized your second, and probably your most fatal, mistake.

You'd successfully spiked the ball and scored the winning point, to which your team loudly cheered. And when Matt brought you back down into the water, you flung your arms around his neck in a hug. He lifted you out of the water again as he hugged you, and over his shoulder, you spotted Spencer.

He was furious.

No one would have been able to tell, of course, but you knew. You'd seen that look before, when you were teasing him badly enough that it warranted a pretty severe punishment.

You may have won the volleyball game, but in the process you inadvertently won another game, one that excited you far more and presented you with the grand prize of one very long night.

***

Spencer was quiet with you the rest of the day. After the game, you all decided to just lay out in the sun for a few hours. Occasionally, you would sneak a glance at your boyfriend to find him in that oddly calm state again, the one that borderline scared and excited you at the same time, and for a moment you wondered if maybe you'd gone too far, even if you hadn't intentionally meant to make him jealous.

But if something was truly wrong, he would have told you. You both knew the lines between playful and serious, and this odd calm that Spencer was exuding was most definitely playful.

He only further proved that to be true when you got up to the bar to get a margarita, and you felt a presence behind you.

His hands splayed over your hips and slid forward to your stomach, pulling you back to him. The hardness you felt pressing into the thin material of your bikini made you tremble.

"I want you to finish your drink, and then I want you to meet me in our room. Take your time, princess. I'll be waiting."

Before you could even answer, he was gone, his hand lingering on your body for a moment before he let himself fully walk away. And as you slowly sipped on your drink, chatting a bit with Penelope when she came over, your skin still burned hot from his touch.

***

You took a deep breath before stepping ino the room. Your hands were shaking with excitement and your stomach churned at the sight of him.

He was perched on the bed, freshly showered, wearing nothing but a towel hung low on his hips while he read a book. His hair was wet, towel dried and hanging in soft curls in front of his eyes.

Spencer always took your breath away, but this?

You were in deep shit.

He didn't even look up from his book. He continued flipping the page and gently nodded towards the bathroom door. "Go get a shower ready. I'll be in in a minute."

Your first instinct was to obey. But then again, trouble was what you wanted in the first place, so trouble was what you were going to deliver.

"Why?"

"Because you're covered in chlorine from the pool, and you have to shower." He still didn't look up at you. And that just wouldn't do.

"I'm sure you're right, babe, but I just don't feel like it. And you can't make me."

His eyes flitted up to meet you, just for a brief second before he sighed and shut the book. "Y/N..."

"Spencer..."

"You've been a tease all day, do you really want to make it harder for yourself?" This time he was looking up at you fully, meeting you with a bored expression that was just so fucking hot. You couldn't resist.

"I don't know," you teased, crossing your arms. "Do I?"

"Trust me, princess, you don't..."

You giggled at the nickname and started walking towards him, kicking off your flip flops and uncrossing your arms in the process. "Hmm... I think I do."

"Take another step, see what happens," he offered plainly.

Just for the hell of it, you stopped and then took one giant step forward, bringing you to the edge of the bed where he was sitting. You smiled down at him and felt your insides heat up as he brought his hand out, roughly pulling at the thin fabric of your bikini. He pulled you right on top of him, just for you to be rolled over and pinned on your stomach.

His hands pinned your hands behind your back as he pushed his body into yours, making you whimper out excitedly.

"So be it. Don't make a sound unless I tell you to. Understand?" The sternness in his voice sent another chill through you as you nodded. But then one of his hands came up and tugged on your hair, pulling your neck back. "Answer me."

"I understand," you said, though not without making it sound like you were bored.

That only seemed to make him more mad, which of course was a win for you. He tugged your hair harder, causing you to yelp out with a masochistic laugh.

"Something funny?" he inquired evenly.

"You're cute when you're mad," you offered with a shit-eating grin, wiggling your ass against him.

This time, instead of pulling your head back, he shoved it down into the mattress, his hand shifting to hook his middle finger around your cheek and into your mouth. "You're cute when you shut up and obey me... But I have a feeling you're not going to be very good for me tonight, are you princess?"

You only hummed around his finger in response, clenching your pussy around nothing as your body suddenly went wild with a wave of pleasure at his words.

"That's what I thought... Let's see how well you take your spankings, maybe then I'll go easy on you later."

He wasted no time then, yanking your swim bottoms down and running his hand over the curve of your ass.

"Let's see... One—" SMACK. "—for making a show of wearing this slutty little bikini."

To keep it interesting, you wiggled your ass for more, and he returned the favor by spanking you even harder than the last time. "Two, for giving away your chair just to sit in my lap." Very quickly after, he administered another one, following with, "Three, for teasing me at lunch in front of our friends."

"But I d—"

SMACK. "Four, for interrupting me," he said quietly. And with the way his hand was rubbing over your stinging skin, he was no doubt admiring his work so far. He even hummed, lifting his hand occasionally, leading you to think he was going to spank you again— Only for him to settle on rubbing over your ass again.

He was drawing this out. Taking his time. Seeing how antsy you would get.

Needless to say, it was working.

Your hands, which were still pinned behind your back by Spencer's other hand, started to flex, and you whimpered out in want.

"What's the matter, princess?" he cooed.

"I... I want you," is all you could think to say. Because you really did.

"Bad girls don't get what they want. Especially brats. So tell me, do you think I'm going to give you what you want?"

You were supposed to answer him, but in the name of trouble, you remained silent.

He waited for an answer that never came. And when he was tired of waiting, realizing what you were doing, Spencer spanked you again. "Five, for not answering me."

Before you could do or say anything, he landed another slap to your ass. "And six, for having Matt's hands all over you."

You couldn't help it. You laughed. "Oh, that got to you, huh? His hands were nice and big. Reminded me of y—ah!"

He spanked you again, hard. Tears stung behind your eyes and you smiled through them.

"Seven," he growled. "For being a fucking brat."

You took a few deep breaths before speaking again. "Aw, are you jealous? You really think I would—fuck!"

Another spank. "Eight. Don't you dare get it to ten." It was obvious that he was challenging you. Either that, or you were just looking for trouble so badly that you were willing to hear his words as a challenge. But regardless, you challenged him back with one simple, breathy word.

"Nine."

SMACK. "Nine. You must really be looking for trouble, huh?"

You laughed, wiggling your ass one more time. "You don't even know the half of it."

Spencer spanked you one last time, harder than all the rest of them, and you actually yelped out, squeezing your eyes shut.

"Ten. Now get in the shower, or I'll make it double."

You thought about it, but a shower actually sounded really good, and it would give you a chance to breathe before he utterly wrecked you in a little while.

"Okay," you offered, slumping against the bed loosely to show him your surrender. He gently let go of you then, rubbing over your ass a few times before pulling away from you and helping you stand.

"You want me to put something on that now or later?" he asked gently, brushing the hair from your face.

"Later," you returned with a wink and a smile.

He huffed a laugh before gently smacking your ass one more time and sending you off in the shower.

***

As excited as you were for the rest of the evening, you were tempted to take as long in the shower as you wanted, just to see what Spencer would do. But you decided to just take a shower normally, rinsing out your hair just as you always did. You quickly washed up your body, wincing a bit at the sting of your ass under the soap and warm water.

And then you started thinking about how exhilarated you felt as he punished you. Each sharp, warm smack of his hand on your skin made you feel utterly electric and wet. It was a wonder you weren't actually dripping down your leg and onto the bed at how badly you wanted him.

The thought sent your hand down to said wetness. You really shouldn't have been touching yourself, but you were practically burning for him, melting at the amount of teasing you'd done today and the anticipation that came with every move. Your hand was relentless, looking for its own trouble as you moaned out as quietly as you could. The water was still cascading down your back as you rubbed tight, fast circles on your clit, hoping to get fast relief.

And then a knock came at the door.

"I want you out here in five minutes!"

Sure enough, Spencer's voice was enough to finally push you off the edge, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through you. But as soon as it subsided, you turned the water off and got out to dry yourself off.

Hopefully he wouldn't ever find out what you've done. But the devious side of you really wanted to know what he'd do if he did.

With that thought flooding your brain, you quickly finished drying off and walked out into the bedroom to find Spencer waiting on the bed again. His towel was still wrapped around his waist, and it gave you an idea.

You winked and dropped your own towel, revealing yourself fully to him.

"Did I ask you to drop the towel?" he chastised.

"Nope," you replied, placing your hands on your hips.

"Then why did you do it?"

You decided to take the mocking route, drawling out an overexaggerated, "Because I'm a dirty little whore, and I need you to put your big cock inside me."

"Are you done?"

He looked bored again, and it made you want him even more. So you said, "No. Once your cock is in me, I wa—"

"Were you touching yourself in the shower?"

Holy fuck.

"No."

Spencer stood up and glided over to you until he was towering over you, clearly unbelieving of your blatant lie. "No?"

"No," you repeated, the tiniest of smirks forming on your lips.

Without warning, his hand was between your legs, and a gasp left you as he found your clit, rubbing it almost exactly the same way you'd been earlier. You couldn't help the strangled moan that left your mouth, and he smirked knowingly.

"Yep. Those are definitely the sounds I heard."

And then he removed his hand, making you whine at the loss of contact. "I'm sorry," you whispered, hoping he'd return, if only to punish you for what you did by overstimulating you.

He seemed to have another idea, though.

"You're sorry?"

"Mhm," you whimpered, reaching out to grab his hand. "I'm so sorry."

When you had hold of his hand, he took control, gripping your wrist and pushing it away, and then he grabbed your shoulder. "Then why don't you get on your knees—" he pushed on your shoulder and you obliged happily, "—and show me how sorry you are..."

Your pussy throbbed around nothing as you looked up at him, eagerly waiting for his towel to drop. But he didn't move, and it was clear that he was waiting on you to do it.

So you yanked the towel down and marveled at how hard and ready he was. Your head seemed to move of its own accord, like it was magnetically drawn to his dick, and you weren't complaining. And then your tongue flattened and licked a broad stripe underneath him, before you quickly made work of taking him completely into your mouth.

It didn't take long to start a nice rhythm bobbing up and down, occasionally looking up to see him. Again, he looked bored, and though that would have spurred you on before, now you were desperate to please. So you worked your mouth faster, slacking your jaw and taking him in deeper, using your hands to keep yourself steady by gripping the back of his thighs. You moaned and gagged around him, yet kept your pace up regardless.

"Come on, princess, you can do better than that," he teased, fisting your hair and holding you down on his cock. "Apologize like you mean it."

He released your hair then, and you pulled back to take a breath of air before spitting obscenely on his dick and quickly stroking him with your hand. "I'm sorry, baby, I'm so so sorry," you whined, right before taking his balls in your mouth. You kept at that for a few moments before going to take him in your mouth again.

This time you were meaningful in every single movement, taking him in slow and deep. Each time he hit the back of your throat you held yourself there and choked around him as long as you could, tears falling from your eyes. And then you'd pull away slowly, swirling your tongue around his tip before repeating.

Eventually though, he pulled you away completely and studied you as you sat there, knelt on the floor in front of him with red eyes, and tears and spit completely coating your face. Your lips were glistening and puffy as you panted, whispering soft apologies.

"What a good girl," Spencer mused, brushing hair from your eyes and wiping tears from your cheeks. "I accept your apology. Come here."

His gentle voice all but pulled you to him as you stood on shaky knees. He hadn't even really done anything to you yet, and you were already a mess. That fact made you smile.

You wiped most of the mess from your face and nodded. "So, what's my reward?"

Spencer huffed a laugh. "For being a brat? Nothing."

"Aw, but I thought I earned your forgiveness..." You pouted playfully, and he pulled you closer by the waist.

"Yeah, well you're being cocky, so I take it back."

Before you could say anything, he kissed you, bringing both of his hands up to cradle the sides of your head. You all but melted into him and let him lead you to the bed, where you were turned around and bent over again.

He used his leg to spread yours apart, right before bringing a hand to the nape of your neck. As he grabbed a fistful of your hair and gently tugged your head back, his other hand fell between your legs and gently parted you.

"You ready, princess?"

"Uh huh," you whined back, right as he pushed forward and glided his cock through your pussy. He waited, making you anticipate that sweet moment when he'd finally enter you, and you could tell he was enjoying every second. You wiggled against him, and he yanked your hair.

"Ah-ah, be patient... Be patient..."

He continued just sliding himself through your opening until you weren't expecting it. And then he slammed into you, eliciting a loud moan from the back of your throat.

"Sh, shh," Spencer expressed, releasing your hair and sliding his hand to cover your mouth. "Everyone's going to hear you, princess, you need to keep quiet. Can you do that for me?"

"Mhm," you mumbled against his hand, letting out a strangled sigh when he placed it on your shoulder instead. He kept up a nice, hard pace pounding into you, each slap of his hips against your burning ass just the right amount of pain to be pleasant. And you were thankful for the bed underneath you, because if you didn't have it, you'd surely have buckled under the weight of your knees already.

Feeling how limp you were in his grasp, Spencer used both his hands to wrap around the front of your throat, keeping you upright as your hands pressed into the mattress.

"Tell me, princess, do you think you deserve to come so soon?"

You were so caught up in how hard and deep he was fucking you that you were pretty sure it wouldn't matter what you told him— you were going to orgasm regardless, because there was no way you could even fathom trying to hold it in. Whether or not Spencer would show you any mercy at that point was a mystery.

You were just going to have to find out.

"I—I... Ohhhh..."

You heard him laugh lowly, and it made you clench around him. "Oh, it hasn't even been five minutes, and I've already fucked you so dumb you can't even speak? Huh?"

You whined in response, letting your head fall to the side as you tried to look at him. And you barely caught a glimpse of his hair as he continued speaking. "Aw... My poor little princess... That's what you get, isn't it? When you act like a dirty little whore..."

He was recalling what you'd teased earlier, and it brought you closer to the edge more than you liked to admit.

"Uh... huh," you whined out, dangerously close to coming undone.

"Alright then, princess. Come for me, show me what you got."

Unsurprisingly, it didn't take very long for that to happen. You let out a string of whimpers and cries as he fucked you through your orgasm, his hands slightly tightening around your throat as well. Every sensation was blinding and intense, just like you knew it'd be, even if it was only your second orgasm of the night.

And you had a decent suspicion that it wasn't going to be your last.

Even after you were done, Spencer kept at it, relentlessly fucking you into the mattress until your legs were surely numb. Your knees were still sore from being on the floor before, and likewise, your ass was still burning. Not to mention the overstimulation you were experiencing as one of his hands moved down to rub at your clit.

Eventually though, he stopped, and you weren't sure why. But then he flipped you around, laying you on the edge of the bed and leaning over you, his hands brushing more of the tears from your cheeks.

"I wanna see your pretty little eyes when I come, okay? You think you can keep 'em open for me, princess?"

"Mhm," you whined out as he pushed into you again.

He settled on a slow pace that built and built until he was fucking you fast and hard and incredibly deep. His entire body leaned into yours as he snapped his hips forward over and over again, brutal in their goal to completion. You kept whining out, feeling another orgasm coming quickly as you let yourself succumb to him.

"That's it, princess, you're taking it so well. We're almost done..." He whispered comforts into your temple, moments before you reached your peak once more. You shook violently underneath him, which was all he needed to finish himself.

He pulled back and looked into your eyes, filled with tears at the overstimulation, as he snapped his hips forward once, twice, and then three times before letting go. He held himself inside of you, moaning out while looking into your eyes. The feel of his cock throbbing and spilling over inside of you was just about the most comforting thing in the world right then, accompanied by soft brushes of his fingers through your hair and even softer declarations of love.

Long after he stayed inside of you, catching his breath, Spencer pulled out and examined you, the way your body glistened perfectly with the right amount of sweat. Your chest heaved, each dip and curve and peak of your breasts slowly rising and falling as you trembled. He slid down your body, until finally his eyes caught sight of your pussy, glistening and dripping with his cum. It absolutely wrecked him in the best way possible, so much so that he couldn't help himself.

He brought his hand to your opening, gently scooping up his cum and gathering it onto the pads of his fingers. You moaned out as he did it, and he knew then exactly what he wanted.

"Open up, princess," he pried softly, bringing his fingers to your mouth. You gladly did what you were told and sighed out as he glided them over your tongue, practically spoon-feeding you his cum. He pumped his fingers in and out of your mouth slowly, feeling every vibration on your tongue from the sounds you made. And then he did it again, bringing his fingers back to your pussy to gather more of his mess.

He did this until it was pretty much all gone, and truthfully, you would have let it go on forever. The intimacy of it all, the soft and sensual way in which he explored and watched you, and the love you felt for each other all wrapped up in a shiny, red bow was the perfect end to a perfect day.

You would have fallen asleep, but Spencer was gently nudging your arm. "Hey, you," he said gently, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I think it's time to run us a bath, don't you think?"

"Sure," you agreed quietly with a smile. "And then we can sleep, right?"

"I think the team might get mad at us for ditching dinner, but I'm willing to risk that."

With a laugh, you reached over and kissed him. "Good. I love you, Spencer."

"I love you, too, princess."

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jellyfishbeansontoast · 3 years ago

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Miss New York

Miss Kook; part 2

(A/N) lol sorry this literally took two years, Luna and i originally started writing this chapter together but i’ve decided to continue it on my own as it’s been sitting in my masterlist for two years. I hope people dont mind if i tag the people tagged from that first part and people who asked to be on the taglist although most people probably dont care about obx anymore (just msg me and i’ll take you off) also was posted on lunas account so idk maybe you have no idea who i am (you might need to read the first part to refresh,, i know i did) also rae’s told me new york actually does have beaches but idc im english it doesnt now

“Sarah told us what happened” Ward said in a low voice.

“It’s okay because it’s a Pogue-” Rose smiled.

“But we have a reputation to keep” Ward cut in.

Rose nodded in agreement. She beckoned Mallory inside “Although you seemed to have made some good friends!” she smiles, motioning towards Topper’s car leaving the driveway before shutting the door.

“Yeah, well, he invited me out tomorrow, with Rafe and everyone so I better go to bed.” They smiled approvingly and allowed her up to her room splitting ways in the hallway so Ward could hide away in his office once again. Mallory trudged up the stairs, the weight of tiredness from jet lag and the evenings events catching up. Falling into her bed, Mallory sighed, taking in the blissful comfort of the plush bedsheets. She knew she should probably unpack but ‘that can wait’ she thought as she shut her eyes.

Mallory awoke to a harsh knocking on her door. “Hey! Sleeping beauty, it’s time to go” Rafe’s gruff voice called through the door. The new kook rolled out of bed, groaning from the sharp contrast of the cold air. Rummaging through her suitcase she finally found the bikini she wanted, surprisingly she had loads for a New Yorker, but she wanted to give a good first impression. On top of the colourful bikini, she threw on a pair of tight denim shorts, grabbing a sweater for when it got colder.

She opened the door to find Rafe still standing behind it. He looked her up and down before turning around and leading her out of the house. The beach wasn’t far and Mallory knew it was a walkable distance but Rafe still led her towards one of his many polished motorbikes. She supposed it was a test, to see if she really was good enough to be an honorary kook. Rolling her eyes, she hopped on the back. She was going to pass any test they tried, she was too stubborn not to. Rafe smirked; he wasn’t sure the stuck up new girl would have the guts. He passed her a helmet and she fitted it over her perfect hair, being careful not to mess it up.

They arrived at the beach; the others were already waiting. Topper smiled at Mallory, waving her over from the boat. She jumped off the bike, pulling her helmet off and placing it on the seat. Flipping her hair over her shoulder she sauntered over to the boat. Rafe followed behind, raising his eyebrows at Topper who was helping her up onto the boat.

“Nice bikini” Mallory thought Topper would notice although she hadn’t intentionally dressed up for his approval it felt nice.

Kelce handed out beers while Topper and Rafe focused on getting the boat moving. Once it started to sail successfully, they joined Kelce and Mallory at the front of the boat.

“Guess you’re not used to this sort of view in New York” Topper laughed, the glow of the sun illuminating his face.

“Here, pass me a beer” Rafe said interrupting the moment. He chugged the can and threw it onto the bottom of the boat before diving into the water. The group laughed excluding Mallory; she scoffed her silky hair now drenched.

“I’m going to kill you Rafe” she muttered between gritted teeth, shimmying off her shorts and diving after him. The others soon joined in the water their laughter filling the boat.

It wasn’t long before the sun was setting. A whole day had been spent on the boat and Mallory didn’t even feel it go by, a stark difference to life at home. Usually she’d spend most of the day scrolling through her phone or shopping, that was until her dad decided she’d spent enough and sent her to stay with Rose. She was surprised she actually felt glad he had. The group headed back to the island, Rafe had definitely had too much to drink to drive the bike so Topper decided to instead. “Are you coming?” He smirked, already knowing the answer and tossing her the helmet. She sat on the back like she had before only this time she wrapped her arms his middle. Rafe sighed and walked off with Kelce muttering something about Topper being a flirt.

The drive back to the Camerons was slower than it had been earlier. Mallory questioned if it was because Topper wanted to spend time with her or he was just terrified of going a speed quicker than a snails pace as his knuckles turned white from gripping the handlebars. She laughed at his old man behaviour.

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing, you just drive like an old man.”

Topper feigned hurt. “It’s not my fault Rafe would literally murder me if I damaged this.”

Finally they arrived at the Cameron’s house. Rafe was standing by the door waiting, worry visible on his face as he anxiously checked over his bike. Mallory snorted at how meticulous he was being, deciding not to wait for him and go inside. Sarah was sitting on the stairs inside opposite the door. It was the first time Mallory had seen her since the kegger last night. Sarah had been avoiding any sort of confrontation. Mallory sighed, raising her eyebrows expectantly.

“I want you to go shopping with me tomorrow.” Sarah smiled.

Mallorys face twisted into an expression of confusion.

“No one else will go with me” She continued, “and I know you like shopping” She nodded her head at your outfit.

Mallory stood for a minute, contemplating. Slowly she nodded. Sarah grinned and jumped up, squeezing the girl in a hug.

Mallory could hear the two boys outside. One voice was significantly louder and more high pitched than the other, she guessed it was Rafe as the voice was screeching about some scratch. Sarah rolled her eyes and grabbed Mallory’s hand, pulling her up the stairs and away from the argument. “The scratch isn’t Toppers fault” She smirked, a knowing glint in her eye. Mallory laughed loudly although she did feel a bit bad for the boy being blamed. At the top of the stairs they went into their separate rooms. “See you tomorrow, yeah?” Sarah called down the hall, earning a nod in reply.

Maybe staying in the Outerbanks wouldn’t be so bad Mallory thought, she’d made friends and was actually excited to hang out with Sarah.

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coeurdastronaute · 3 years ago

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Nerd 15

Previously on Nerd

It hadn’t been a particularly good sleep. Lexa felt like she woke up every hour or so, each time checking to make sure the softly snoring girl beside her was still there, still asleep. Despite her own tossing and turning, Clarke didn’t seem to move much, just curled up tightly into herself, against Lexa’s side. Lexa kind of liked the feeling of the other body in her bed. She kind of liked that she was the person Clarke wanted.

Sometime after the tenth to twelfth time she woke up, Lexa realized the sun was up, and she couldn’t fight with her body waking any longer. Clarke didn’t move, and the night weighed on her girlfriend.

With a certain effort, Lexa decided to extract herself from the bed, even though Clarke didn’t seem to notice. It actually appeared as if Clarke was a very sound sleeper, as Lexa moved around the room and bumped the edge of her elbow on her desk and hissed at the contact. But as she stood still, she realized Clarke didn’t budge a bit.

Lexa scrolled through her phone as she tugged on some fresh clothes, checking over her shoulder quickly to make sure Clarke wasn’t peaking for some weird reason. She didn’t want Clarke to know how curious she was about the party before she arrived, but a part of her was incredibly interested in what might have panned out.

Like a thief, Lexa tugged on socks and buttoned her pants as she danced through the door in her attempt to remain as quiet as humanly possible. It took her a minute to close to door, watching it slowly inch toward the clasp, and finally it clicked nearly silent. She pushed her hair out of her face and slid into the bathroom, shoving a toothbrush into her mouth as she leaned against the counter and scrolled through the feed of Bellamy Blake’s infamous party.

As she scrubbed she watched the night happen in glimpses. She watched her girlfriend taking shots. She watched her girlfriend in that bikini. She watched her girlfriend look like she was desperately chasing an escape and numbness and it made Lexa mad for her. Lexa spit and rinsed and brushed and decided it was a good idea to scroll through Bellamy’s posts and she couldn’t understand how Clarke could like such different people. Bellamy Blake held week long parties and won state championships and got scouted. Lexa made movies and played board games and couldn’t figure out how to take a bra off.

With a final rinse she called her sister, hoping the time difference would mean she was awake, but as she bounded down the steps, she was met with a voicemail and furrowed. She needed research and information. Anya knew about all of this.

“You’re up early for someone having a sleepover with their girlfriend,” her mother greeted her as she looked up from the newspaper spread out across the kitchen island. Her father looked up over the edge of the sports section before looking back down.

“I told you we didn’t have to worry,” he muttered, flapping the paper out. Lexa rolled her eyes and took a seat.

“It wasn’t a sleepover.”

“Your girlfriend spent the night in your bed. I’d call it a sleepover, and I’d say we’re pretty cold parents for allowing it.”

“I appreciate it, but nothing was going to happen.”

“Good, because we discussed how alcohol can alter perception and consent--”

“Yes, yes,” Lexa sighed and reached for an apple as her father droned on yet again, hoping to avoid another sex talk. “I know, Dad.”

They all remained in a respective silence while working past the moment. It was weird, to want to talk to someone, let alone to have anything to talk about, but Lexa felt this need to figure something out, though she wasn’t sure what it would be. She wished her sister had just picked up the phone.

“So is Clarke…”

“Still asleep.”

“Did you have fun at the party?”

“I wasn’t there long,” Lexa shrugged. “I was at Luna’s working on our submission until late. Gus was there, so I knew people.”

She didn’t mention Michelle from math and her bikini. That felt inappropriate.

“How’s Clarke doing?” her mother pressed, sipping from her coffee again, warily watching her daughter.

“She’s… I don’t know. Sad. Mad. Stuck. Overwhelmed.”

“It was nice that you went to get her. I appreciate you telling us what’s going on instead of trying to sneak around. Anya did that. I can’t tell you how many times I had to pretend not to notice boys sneaking around the yard.”

“Really?”

“We trust you both,” her father explained. “We just appreciate you doing making us have to stretch it so far.”

“And we like Clarke, so we’re happy to help.”

“I don’t really know what else to do, you know?” she muttered, wiping her mouth and leaning against the counter, her knee coming up on the stool. “I think I’d be a little upset too if I were in her shoes, so I would want to probably do a bunch of stuff, but also I don’t want her to be upset.”

Lexa’s father looked at her and then to his wife. She cocked her head and gave him a look, to which he returned a shrug and ushered her to do something. They were stuck as well because no parenting book prepared them for teenagers. And Anya was very different.

“You can’t do anything,” he finally offered.

“Tim!” his wife warned.

“It’s true. You can’t make this better. It’s between Clarke and her mother and her father. But you can be there for her, and try to encourage her to be healthy about grief and pain. You have some experience, I’d say.”

Lexa looked back at him and clenched her lips, worrying the bottom one as she mulled over his words.

“And as much as we love what you want to do and be for Clarke, please don’t forget who you are in all of this. You have needs nad you have goals. Someone else’s wellness is not entirely on your shoulders.”

“I know.”

“But just be around. That’s all anyone can do. Be of service to others.”

“Your father’s right though,” her mother continued. “You can’t fix it, just be there. It’s a boring answer.”

“If Dad were dying would you have an affair?”

“Jesus, Lexa.”

“What?”

“I’d haunt you,” Tim decided before turning back to his paper. “I’d haunt you really hard.”

“I’m done with both of you today,” she decided, tossing her part of the paper in his lap as she walked through the living room. “It’s not even eight and I’m retreating to my office. I hope you’re both proud.”

The pair shared a smile and shrugged as she disappeared down the hall.

“You know, just because we gave you one sleepover, I hope you don’t get too comfortable asking. This was an emergency. It’s always okay in an emergency, and you know the difference.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“I have golf in a bit, but this afternoon we could do some driving practice if you wanted?”

“Sounds good,” Lexa smiled.

For no reason at all, except maybe utter relief that she didn’t have to deal with the same problems Clarke did, she hugged her dad’s neck lazily over the back of the couch before making her way back upstairs.

XXXXXXXXXX

The vague memories of the night lingered like the stale taste of terrible vodka and beer, and Clarke smacked her lips, hoping to find any kind of liquid to get rid of the dry mouth. But her eyes felt heavy and glued shut, and her stomach felt like it was currently on the spin cycle, so moving wasn’t entirely feasible.

It had been dumb. It’d been stupid, even. Possibly as far as moronic, to go to Bellamy’s party, but it was the best alternative and boy did it feel nice to escape. Even the current state she found herself in was a welcomed punishment from feeling fine and being unable to exist in the world. Her current physical ailments felt like finally, the universe was manifesting itself, and she could fix the swirling stomach and cottonmouth. She could fix the spinning and soreness and bruises from God-knew what happened last night.

There wasn’t much else to be done, she suspected. Fix this moment, this hour, this day, and hope to survive to another one. It all had to end at some point.

Clarke finally managed to open her eyes, a feat she was certain no other human could have accomplished. She looked around Lexa’s room and gratefully accepted the water bottle and aspirin waiting beside the bed.

It took until halfway chugged, that she realized she was empty and the room was quiet. So she took a breath and held her stomach, certain she could hold it down. Carefully, she dressed, stealing Lexa’s old track sweats and an older soccer shirt, before making her way down the hall in search of something to fill her stomach.

“Someone else’s wellness is not entirely on your shoulders.”

“I know.”

Clarke paused at the top of the stairs when she heard the family talking. It felt like it was about her. She knew it had to be. It made her want to vomit.

“But just be around. That’s all anyone can do. Be of service to others.”

“Your father’s right though. You can’t fix it, just be there. It’s a boring answer.”

It was hard to be the subject of needing things. Clarke wasn’t someone who needed anyone. She wasn’t someone who wanted or needed to depend on anyone, and yet there was a girl, a girl who was too afraid to make a move, who imagined the world in terms of movie scenes and interpreted her own existence in the great world as a cosmic joke, always waiting for the punchline-- and this girl wanted to fix things.

“If Dad were dying would you have an affair?”

“Jesus, Lexa.”

“What?”

It hadn’t been a joke, but it made Clarke smile. No one expected that Lexa was serious, and she wanted to know the answer. There was shuffling and moving, and Clarke crept her way back to Lexa’s room.

She felt even dumber than she thought possible for going to see Bellamy. She wouldn’t do it again. She wouldn’t. She wouldn’t. She wouldn’t. The words echoed in her head. She meant it, she was certain. She wouldn’t.

“You’re awake,” Lexa grinned as she quietly closed the door behind her only to find her girlfriend sitting in her bed.

“I’m never drinking again.”

“Mhm, we’ll see.”

“Don’t be mean to me, I’m sick.”

“You’re hungover.”

“You don’t know what it feels like, do you?” Clarke accused, accepting the orange and another bottle of water that was handed to her as her girlfriend joined her in bed.

“Don’t see much appeal.”

“It always seems like a good idea at the time…”

Lexa just shrugged and crossed her legs. She ran her thumb along the faded script on the side of Clarke’s knee.

“I should head home,” she decided softly. “Sleep this off and such.”

“You could sleep here. I’m just going to work on the car a bit. Maybe go for a run. I have homework to finish.”

“I have to go home at some point.”

“Maybe.”

“It was very sweet of you to come get me.”

“I’m just glad you texted.”

“I’m not going to be like this, you know?”

“You can be however you want.”

It was a sweet sentiment that Clarke didn’t have the mental capacity to sit with, she decided, because she wasn’t ready to decide to be anything. But tomorrow, maybe, she’d think about it. She knew what she didn’t want to be, and that seemed like something, at least.

“I texted Raven to come get me.”

“If you’re sure.”

“I needed last night to cleanse myself, I think. I need today to regroup.”

“You have a very weird process,” Lexa decided.

Clarke just chuckled and leaned forward, burying her face in Lexa’s thigh and sighing.

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For the moment, the very tiny, very quick moment, everything felt like it was caught up, and Lexa allowed herself a few moments of quiet in the garage, because come hell or high water, she was going to finish the car by the last day of school. SATs were done, finally, and something that didn’t need to be explicitly worried about until scores were released in a few weeks. Her prom outfit was already purchased and prepared. Homework and studying were done. Sports were over for the season and conditioning wasn’t set to start for another two months, though she’d start her own soon enough. Her girlfriend was at work and then going off to a cheer competition for the weekend. Luna was putting the finishing touches on their film school application project. And anyone else that might ask Lexa to do anything was promptly ignored.

Two weeks before spring break, and Lexa was feeling high on her on efficiency.

All in all, Lexa decided that she had at least three days to power through as much as she could with her dad in a final push before sending it off to the paint appointment.

She hadn’t counted on her sister though, and as her phone blared, interrupting the music playing over the speakers, she smacked her head on the body of the car and slid herself from under it, grumbling the entire time.

“Don’t you have fancy plans. It’s a Friday night,” she chided the eldest.

“I’m getting ready, I was just thinking about you.”

“Gross.”

“Because I ran into a girl that asked about you and I had no idea you had a friend at CMU, let alone a drop dead gorgeous film student.”

Lexa furrowed and twirled her wrench around before trying to dive back in under the seat and finish installing the seatbelts in the back. It dawned on her then and she snorted.

“That’s just Costia.”

“Ohhh, just Costia-- who the fuck is Costia?”

“I met her when I came to visit last fall remember? You were the one telling me to make a move but I was very drunk, something you did to me as well?”

“Doesn’t ring a bell.”

“At the party. I posted a picture…” she grunted and twisted. “She found me on Instagram. We talk about movies and I’ve shown her some of my stuff and junk.”

“Interesting.”

“Why?”

“Just not many freshman looking to hang out with high school juniors.”

“I’m clearly advanced.”

“Clearly,” Anya rolled her eyes over the phone.

“I’ve been talking to her about film programs and applying--”

“Here? You’re thinking about coming here?”

“Fuck!” she hissed and sat up, doing her best to suck on the cut that came to her thumb from her maneuvering. “I don’t know.”

It wasn’t a serious inquiry, Lexa thought to herself. She was set. She had a plan with Luna. They’d had it since they were ten, and there was really on reason to deviate from it. But then a stranger liked her stuff, and this stranger made stuff Lexa liked. And the stranger became a friend who gave her some screenwriting tips and pushed her to get better at it. And the stranger told her the east coast was just as important to film.

But it didn’t matter.

There was a plan.

“You should seriously consider it. It’s a great program I hear. Come out for spring break!”

“I should stay here.”

“And do what? Work on that car? Dad already told me he’s sending it out for interior and paint. You’re pretty much done anyway.”

“Mom and Dad have conferences that week. I was going to watch movies all week with Clarke.”

“Bring her too. Sounds like she needs an escape.” Anya was getting excited, and Lexa was tugged along for the ride. “You can crash in my dorm. Even just for a few days, not the whole week.”

“Mom won’t like me missing so much time to study.”

“Call it a college visit for a potential school.”

“Luna will lose her mind,” Lexa shook her head and pinched her thumb to try to stop it without a bandaid.

“Fuck Luna. I’m going to ask Mom if she’d rather you were here, supervised by me, or home alone for a whole week.”

From the change in volume, Lexa knew she was texting immediately. She sighed. It would be fun to see the school as a potential option. It might even be nice to catch up with Costia. It would even be better to see her sister, who just at the moment, she realized she’d missed since her last visit.

“Should I ask Clarke if she wants to go?” Lexa finally ventured, returning to her work.

“Definitely.”

“Should I really consider your school as an option?”

“You should.”

She had a plan, Lexa remembered, and there was no point deviating, but she did want to see her sister.

“If they say it’s okay.”

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armorabs · 4 years ago

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hi i wrote a huge post about headcanons for parents of the main characters in spongebob, some of these are going to be divergent from whatever spinoffs or future episodes have planned and i’m only willing to compromise when i think an idea is REALLY good but it hasn’t happened yet, so -

Spongebob’s parents:

Harry Squarepants is a former professional baseball player - he’s retired from professional playing but he still plays recreationally out of love for the sport. It’s a passion that he’s tried to share with Spongebob in his youth, but Spongebob never particularly took to it though he respects the sport and Harry’s love for it. He is still involved with his baseball team as a bullpen coach while also working as an office clerk.

Margaret Squarepants, née Bubblebottom, on the other hand is a librarian. She’s big on organizational systems, and has definitely been an influence on her son in a shared love of books and organization.

Patrick’s parents:

Herb and Margie Star were still rather young - college second years - when Sam unexpectedly came into their lives. Not really prepared to raise a child, they dropped out of college and tried their best to be good parents for her. A few years later, and Patrick came along as well.

After losing Sam in a tidal wave while on vacation in another town, Herb and Margie kind of shut down for a while. Janet and Marty from I’m with stupid are Herb’s sister and brother-in-law, the two of them volunteering to take care of Patrick for a while.

In the present, Herb works at a comic book shop. I don’t think Margie has any formal occupation - though I do feel like she does arts and crafts.

Patrick, at around 10 years old, ended up getting split into two. One Patrick, forgetting about the other, went back home to Herb and Margie. The other Patrick ended up being adopted by a certain Cecil and Bunny who would eventually end up adopting Squidina as well.

Sam, meanwhile, was placed into a foster family - eventually, she would move to Bikini Bottom which lead to her reunion with Patrick

Squidward’s parents:

Mrs. Tentacles and Mr. Jeff Tentacles were involved once, and had Squidward, but the two would divorce while Squidward was rather young. Mrs. Tentacles would remarry, while Jeff remained single for Squidward’s youth. the two had joint custody, with his mother and stepmother having him most of the year.

While his parents both loved him very much, his neurotic behaviors could be overwhelming at times for Mrs. Tentacles and she wasn’t always able to provide him with what he would really need in combination with Squidward’s difficulties making friends as a child and general unpopular status. Squidward did, and still does, consider them both his mothers and values their opinions of him.

Jeff in comparison was more in tune with Squidwards needs, but had him for less time of the year in comparison. Both parents underestimated the effect their joint custody arrangement would have on their son. But Squidward was not lying or being wishful when he said his father loved him very much and this can be seen in Hurray for Dads.

Sandy’s parents:

Sandy’s father, Pa Cheeks - given name unknown - is a retired boxer, while her mother Ma Cheeks - given name also unknown - was a karate instructor. Given how old Rosy and Sandy are already, I feel like Ma probably retired by now.

Not sure what they’re up to in the present day.

Pa has one older brother and an older sister, Hazel Nutt, who married Walt Nutt. Ma Cheeks, however, was the oldest of three.

Mr. Krabs�� parents:

Victor Krabs is a former pirate while Betsy Krabs, née Quaterkrab, was a former explorer like her brother, Alan Quaterkrab. Victor and Betsy met while both exploring the reported location of a famous treasure in their youth. It was rivalry at first sight, and that rivalry bloomed into a whirlwind romance that resulted in the birth of their two children.

While Betsy was willing to settle down to raise their children, Victor wasn’t so willing to settle down. The financial highs of piracy was starting to die down and was no longer a lucrative business as it was when his father, Redbeard, was young. The combination of factors would cause a rift between the two that resulted in their eventual divorce while Mr. Eugene Krabs was still young.

Plankton’s parents:

Gordon Plankton is an insurance salesman who met his wife while she was in the middle of a scheme. She was a notorious criminal, he was an insurance salesman, can I make it any more obvious? She’s since retired from a life of crime to a more relaxed livelihood. She’s not above petty crimes as a housewife and mother, though.

Gordon has two moms - Lily and Ella, Plankton’s two paternal grandmothers, who may or may not have had a third in a throuple or just had a surrogate to have Gordon. (I don’t like to acknowledge the episode Grandpa Plankton is from, so.)

Mrs. Puff’s parents:

Born to a Mr. and Mrs. Blowfish, Mrs. Puff’s given name was Bobbi Blowfish - though she was better known as Honey Toadfish before she relocated to Bikini Bottom. Mr. Blowfish was involved in organized crime and ran a money laundering business with his brother, while Mrs. Blowfish was his wife and gun moll. Moe Blowfish, son of her father’s brother, became a con artist and tv personality.

Mrs. Puff hasn’t kept up with her family since she began a life of crime. They likely do not know that she’d changed her name or that she’s living in Bikini Bottom currently - as she’s made an attempt to go straight.

Larry’s parents:

Actually just combine these three posts

Larry was born to a Mr. and Mrs. Maine (making his given name Larry Maine, originally) approximately 26-36 or so years ago, a family of maine lobsters who had been bred in captivity. Through a series of circumstances, at 5 years old he finds himself in the wilderness of Bikini Bottom and orphaned

Larry would eventually be adopted by Dennis Shell and his wife, Mable Oma-Shell after the two had lost their first born son, making him legally Larry Shell at this point.

(Larry has never been given a last name in canon, Maine is pure conjecture based on him being a maine lobster. Shell is also conjecture.)

#spongebob squarepants #margaret squarepants #harry squarepants #herb star #margie star #jeff tentacles #betsy krabs #victor krabs #gordon plankton #larry's parents

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r0zyp0zy0zy · 4 years ago

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✾T.I- You Deserve It ☼✶

Master list

Words: 2388

Warnings/kinks: pegging, use of sex toys, blowjob, handjob, restraints, praise

Pairing: Iida Tenya x Reader

:: I’m editing and posting on mobile, so sorry if the format is messed ::

@yatransmanz

==NSFW under the cut==

You loved getting on his nerves, and you didn't need to do too much to set him on-edge. In fact, Tenya hasn't even realized that you were flustering him on purpose. He was getting all worked up over your feather light touches and innocent calls of his name. You did slow it down a bit after training— Tenya had broken one of his pipes, and was limping back from the nurses office.

"Hey lovely," he huffed, hopping on one foot towards you.

"Hey baby," you replied, getting up from the common room couch to help him.

You took Tenya's crutch from him, and gently sat him down. You cuddled into him, and he nuzzled his head on yours. Your hand laid on his thigh, gently swirling your fingertips. A content sigh left Tenya's lips, but you knew that was a front. He had been hard on-and-off all day because of you, and now that you two were this close, he couldn't help but get hard again.

"C-can we cuddle in one of our rooms instead? I-it's disrespectful to the other students' free time," your boyfriend muttered, his glasses fogging.

"Of course, Tenya-chan~" you dragged, helping him up again. Your room was the closest, so you headed there.

"But um, I was wondering, I-if after cuddling, we could— um," Tenya struggled. He always had a difficult time initiating sexual intimacy.

"If we could fuck?" You smiled cheekily at his flushed cheeks.

"W-well, I mean, I won't be at peak performance because of my injury, b-but essentially, yes," Tenya's heart was in his throat, he hated asking for you to take care of him, and this was the best at hinting he could get.

"Don't worry baby," you cooed, "I'll look after you. You've been working so hard, and you deserve it."

"Thank you, y/n," he whispered, glad that you caught his silent plea.

You told Tenya to wait for you on the bed as you locked the door and grabbed your lube. He gulped as he watched you pick out a bullet vibrator, wondering if you would use that on him or on yourself. He started to take off his tie as you walked over.

"Here, let me do it," you offered, sitting on his lap. Your nimble fingers slipped the knot down, and you lifted the fabric over his head. His head buzzed once you carefully undid the buttons on his white shirt, "you've been working so hard lately, Tenya~"

He couldn't help the buck of his hips, and he apologized profusely for being so impatient. You accepted his apology with a quick kiss to his lips, and went back to pulling off his shirt. Once it was on the floor, you ran the palms of your hands down his torso, making sure to graze his nipples.

"You're so strong Tenya~ So much muscle~" you praised, outlining his abs with your finger. He squirmed in his seat, desperately trying not to buck up with his hips.

"Oh—" Tenya moaned once you got to his pants, embarrassed by how hard he was.

"I think you've been needing this, hmm?" You purred, softly cupping his budge. He threw his head back with another moan, and looked back down to you.

"Y-yes," he breathed, holding the sheets beneath him in a death-grip.

You deliberately pulled his zipper, enjoying how flustered he was. After you popped his button through the hole, you ran your hands up his chest again, letting your palms sit on his pecks for a moment before going back down to his belt. Tenya was practically urging you to hurry up with how staggered his breathing was.

You dragged the belt out of the pant loops, and gently set it beside his shirt and tie on the floor. Tenya's cock was staining his boxers with pre-cum, and you could see the delicious outline of his bulge twitching. What a needy boy. You grabbed the waistband of his slacks and leniently shimmied them down his legs, carefully avoiding his injured engine. You heard Tenya let out a sigh, and you looked up to smile at him.

"Give me a kiss," you said lowly, grasping his knees as leverage. You were on his lap again, lips attached to his. You loved the way he gently held your waist, not wanting you to leave, but also not wanting to hurt you. You let your tongue roll on Tenya's bottom lip, and he let you in. You sucked on his pink muscle, eliciting a groan from him.

When you pulled away his glasses were much foggier than before, so you pulled them off and wiped them clean with your shirt. Speaking of, you pulled your shirt over your head and let it fall. You fell back to the floor, spreading Tenya's knees apart so you could get closer. You kissed his cock through the fabric of his boxers, licking your way up before teething his waistband, gripping it with your hands and pulling them off, a gasp leaving Tenya's throat.

You pulled off your own pants, showcasing a pair of Tenya's favourite panties; light blue bikini with a little bow on the front, matching your bra. You sunk back onto your knees and scooted closer so you could get a good grip.

"So hard for me, baby~ leaking all this cum~" you teased, lightly rubbing a finger over the head of his cock. Tenya nodded lazily, wishing for you to really touch him.

"S-shit," he gasped once you gripped the base, playing with his tip using your other hand. His fingers were itching to run through your hair, but he didn't want to change your mind about pleasing him.

"So much self control, Tenya~ I bet you're wanting more?" You said softly.

"Y-yes, please," he squirmed, desperate for your mouth.

"Such good asking. Tell me what you want, baby," you instructed, loosely training a finger around the head of his dick.

"P-please," Tenya whimpered, "your mouth, please."

"Mmm, look at you asking so nicely, baby. You deserve to have my mouth around your cock~" you praised, ghosting your tongue along the bottom vein of his shaft.

The groan that Tenya let out was magical once your wet tongue lapped at his head. You gingerly sucked on it, slowly inching down to the base.

"Thank you," Tenya said in a barely audible whisper.

Your tongue played with him a little longer before you indulged yourself with his length, letting your throat gulp around him. You grasped one of his clenched hands and guided it to your head, giving him permission to lead your movements.

"Oh fuck~" Tenya groaned harshly, gently pulling at your hair.

"Close already, baby?" You pulled away for a second, recognizing his tell signs.

"S-so close," he whimpered, "it's embarrassing—"

"Nonsense, Ten," you cooed, continuing to jerk him. "We have plenty of time."

Warmth filled Tenya's chest; he loved being overstimulated, and how much you praised him on how good he was. How strong he was for being able to withstand the sensation.

"You don't have to ask to cum tonight, baby. Just tell me when you're close," you reassured, softly kissing the head of his cock.

"—close!" He yelled, holding the sides of your head.

You hummed as you bobbed your head, making sure to lick the underside vein. You carefully massaged Tenya's balls, cupping them lovingly. You sucked intently on his tip, tonguing his sensitive spot. You reached your other hand downwards, and found his uninjured engine. You fiddled a little bit before slowly circling a finger around one pipe.

"Shit," Tenya choked, throwing off his glasses and wiping his sweaty hair out of his face.

"Mmm so good baby," you moaned on his cock; "want your cum so bad. Please."

That sent him over the edge, and he gripped your hair like reins, pushing you down until all of him fit in your mouth. You sputtered a little, his semen going down your throat. You squeezed your throat, milking out the rest of his orgasm.

"S-sorry if I hurt you," Tenya said, gently pulling your mouth off of him.

"Not at all, baby. You taste so good," you showed him the cum you didn't swallow on your tongue, and made a show of gulping it down. Tenya's dick twitched at the sight, refusing to go flaccid just yet.

You picked up the lube and slowly applied it to his cock, rubbing his head with extra care because you wanted to hear his sweet cries. The sloppy sound of you pumping his cock made him harder, and he began to slightly thrust upwards. You took your bullet vibe, and turned it on to the lowest setting.

"You're so good, Tenya. So patient waiting for your reward," you lauded, teasingly placing the vibe on the very base of his cock. You grinned encouragingly at your boyfriend, watching him loose his grip on reality, "you work so hard, you need to be cared for now, hmm?"

Tenya nodded weakly, uttering nonsense beneath his breath, "please, more."

"Just because you asked so nicely," you turned the vibration up a level, and you slowly dragged it up his shaft. The tip of his cock was so full of blood that it was almost purple, and when the vibrator touched the very tip he nearly cried out.

"Sensitive, aren't you, baby?" You taunted, switching up another notch.

"Ahhh~" Tenya yelled, arching his back and nearly shutting his legs, "very."

You gripped the base of his cock, continuously rubbing his head with the vibrator. You could tell he was trying really hard not to squirm and whither away, "do you want the restraints, Tenya?"

"Please. I-I can't stay still for much longer," he gasped, laying his forearms behind him.

You gave him the bullet, allowing him to tease himself while you got the silk ropes. You flaunted them in your hands, and sat on his lap, "lay down, baby. Let me do all the work. You've been so good~"

Tenya let his back touch the mattress, and spread out his arms to await the soft rope.

"Mm-mm, baby," you shook your head, "ass up."

Tenya rolled over and stuffed his face into a pillow, folding his arms behind his back. He felt your warm fingers gently tie the fabric around his wrists, shuddering at the excitement building in him.

"How does that feel?" You asked, leaning over to whisper in his ear.

"G-good," Tenya sighed.

You raked your hands gently from his waist, down to his hips, giving his ass a firm squeeze. You took the vibrator that was still in his hands and pressed the side against Tenya's puckered hole. You slid a plump pillow under his stomach to help him stay up.

"I'm gonna strap the bullet on your cock, ok baby? It's gonna be on the lowest setting," you warned, slipping the cockring attachment on the silver vibe.

"Yes please," Tenya moaned, gripping his restraints.

You flicked open the cap of the lube, and squirted a small dollop on your fingers. You reached down and gently pumped his length and attached the vibe on the underside of his dick. You grinned at the noises Tenya was making. So cute. You collected some more lube on your forefinger and traced his tight hole, teasing it open.

"Feels good," Tenya muttered, arching his back a bit more.

You carefully slipped in your finger, massaging his walls thoroughly. You felt him squeeze around you before relaxing some more. More lube was applied, and you slipped in a second finger. You poked around until you found his prostate, teasingly rubbing it with your fingers.

"Oh~" Tenya whimpered, bucking his hips.

"I bet that feels good, baby. Your body is so vulnerable for me, ready to be taken care of and rewarded~" you extolled, beginning to scissor, and twist your fingers.

Tenya didn't even realize that you had the blue strap-on buckled around your hips until he felt the cool tip on his puckering hole.

"Please," he encouraged, craving the feeling of being filled.

"Here we go, Ten," you murmured, slowly pushing your way into his ass until you bottomed out, "you're taking it so well."

All Tenya did was moan in reply, relishing the vibration on his cock, and the strap filling him so good. He swayed forwards and back, trying to match your slow thrusts. You could tell he was getting impatient, so you started to go a little harder.

"Feel good, baby?" You asked, grabbing his thighs for leverage.

"Hhuuggh," he griped, "yes, oh shit yes!"

You continued to pound into him, admiring the way the plastic dildo stretched his hole. Tenya's cock continuously slid against the pillow underneath him from your pace. He was in heaven, and he was so grateful that you could make him feel like this.

"You're shaking, baby. Do you need a break?" You asked, slowing your movements.

"No! Oh fuck I'm so close," Tenya cried, desperately rutting his hips.

You gripped onto his restrained wrists, and propelled into him harder. You could just see how Tenya's face contorted in pleasure, strings of saliva gathering in his mouth. You used one of your hands to reach down and stroke the head of his cock in tune with your thrusts.

"C-cum," he whined, "m' gonna cum."

"Cum for me, baby," you moaned with him, "you work so hard; you deserve it."

"Gghg," Tenya choked, and you felt his cum on your fingers. You turned off the bullet vibrator and continued to pump into him. You only stopped when you heard a muffled, "too much."

"Oh fuck, you're such a good boy," you applauded, slowly pulling out of him. You carefully removed the bullet from Tenya's cock, and slowly untied his silk binds.

Tenya flipped onto his back, holding the spoiled pillow case out to you. You took it and threw it into your laundry basket. You used a tissue to wipe away most of the lube-cum combo, and set a kiss on your boyfriend's forehead.

"Thanks love," Tenya grinned, sliding an arm around your waist.

"Of course, baby. I love you," you smiled at him, gazing into his eyes.

"Bath?" He suggested, kissing your cheek.

"Definitely."

#anime #mha #bnha #iida tenya #tenya lida #tenya iida x reader #tenya iida smut

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justjstuff · 3 years ago

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Sacrilege

My first contribution to the SethKate fandom! A quick oneshot during the break between s2 and s3, ending in post-Amaru territory.

Summary: Kate wasn’t laughing now.

There were silent tears streaming down her cheeks, her mascara smudged beneath her eyes and her brows knitted unhappily. Seth drank in the sight of her, something coming loose inside his chest at the same time that his heart dropped somewhere near his feet.

“You’re not real,” he whispered.

A short story about Seth dealing with his grief.

Read it on AO3 or below the cut :)

Seth didn’t know exactly how he found himself in that unfamiliar office in the middle of the day. Richie had taken to Jed’s like he was born for it and Seth had stayed quietly in the background—a place he had never been comfortable being, that had always been Richie—but he found himself being unable to do anything else. He gave orders, kept Richie’s feet firmly on the ground while his brother played boss, but kept to himself otherwise.

It felt good, in a way, to see his brother look so sure of himself, to see Richie feeling comfortable in his own skin for the first time in ever. Still, it was hard to miss that there was sadness and regret buried deep beneath his brother’s Hugh-Hefner-robe-wearing exterior. In the week that they had taken over Jacknife Jed’s, Seth had time to see the cracks in his brother’s armor and to feel his own shock wearing off. That morning seemed to have been his breaking point.

It was something simple, really, that managed to bring him to his knees. Something that he had never expected could take his breath away and send him to the kind of panic attack he hadn’t had since he was a teenager.

Mornings at Jed’s were like the middle of the night everywhere else. There was a certain kind of quiet that took over the compound, like everything was still and Seth could take a few moments to himself. He started making a point to have breakfast by himself in the kitchen while everyone else was asleep.

They still didn’t have much in their kitchen. Malvado hadn’t actually stayed where they chose to operate from and the employees had only deemed necessary to keep a coffee maker there, but they’ve been slowly building it up instead of using the bar’s kitchen which was frankly annoying to do when they had to cross the parking lot from their bedrooms to get a beer. The fridge and stove were the first to arrive and now they actually had plates and fucking cutlery, it was starting to feel not exactly like home but definitely more like they weren’t staying in an old warehouse for a couple of days. They had the option of using Malvado’s underground facilities at Jed’s but had ultimately agreed that they would feel safer working from the warehouse behind it instead.

Then he saw the toaster.

It was this ugly bright red, which probably meant Richard had been the one to get it; a clunky piece of metal right in the middle of the stainless steel countertop that had already been there before them. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make Seth’s carefully constructed defences crumble like they had never been there in the first place.

He had tried so hard, just so fucking hard to not think about her ever since that night. He had gone back to the blood well with Richie and Scott but there had been no body, only a bloodstained white sheet stuck to the wooden boards. The sight of that blood, Kate’s blood, had sent him straight to the nearest bottle of whiskey and his brother had been right there with him. The next day, there had been no more mention of her and Seth had pushed everything deep down.

And then the godamn fucking toaster.

The tilt of her jaw and the amused little smile as she said, “Not funny.”

Her hand in his after a nightmare.

The way her hair caught the sunlight after a dip in a shitty motel pool.

The quiet sigh she always let out before forcing herself to get out of bed.

The hurt, the anger, the guilt of it all but also the reluctant almost shy happiness he hadn’t allowed himself to feel, but was undeniable all the same. The partnership they had, the heartache.

The fucking heartache.

Quite literally, his chest felt so constricted Seth had to remind himself that he could actually breathe and that Kate hadn’t taken away his ability of doing so when she left. No, this time she hadn’t left. She was taken.

Seth stumbled back to his office. It wasn’t exactly an office yet but there were two desks and a kind of decently stocked bar and that’s all Richie and him needed. Seth didn’t think twice about uncapping the whiskey and downing a few desperate gulps before coming back for air. His throat burned but he wasn’t sure it was really from the booze and as he blinked at the bare wall in front of him he didn’t even have enough strength to pretend he wasn’t blinking away tears.

He didn’t know exactly how long he stood there, drinking himself stupid, but by the time the bottle was almost gone it had gotten a little easier to breathe without the fear of having his chest explode with the pain of it all. It wasn’t enough, though.

Looking at the bottle reminded him of the few times he had shared a drink with her , the way she would giggle and wipe away a drop of whiskey from the corner of her mouth. It was almost like she was right there with him—it felt so real for a moment that he could hear her small laugh, could smell her in the air like the afterscent she left on his pillow from spending the night there after a particularly horrible nightmare. Seth put the bottle down.

In a mindless haze, he reached for the small key in his pocket and unlocked the bottom drawer of his desk with clumsy fingers. Inside there were only two things: Kate’s cross—the one Richie had seen Scott take and then throw as far as he could in a fit of rage, and then had gone to collect—and his drug kit.

It seemed almost sacrilegious to put those two items side by side but Seth didn’t care. After Richie had silently passed the necklace to him when they’d been drunk that first night, it had taken residence in Seth’s drawer, which Richie had adamantly kept away from. Besides, it felt like a sick sort of comparison to Kate herself. She was everything good, his moral compass, a godamn fucking angel with soft hands and bright eyes, but she also had darkness inside of her and she hadn’t been one to shy away from it.

The kit wasn’t the same one he had during Mexico, which Sonja had thrown out the first chance she had. No, this one was new, Seth had bought it just a few nights ago. At the time he didn’t exactly understand why he had done it, despite the craving for it going away and then coming back every once in a while, he had been absolutely certain he never wanted to go through withdrawal again. Maybe a part of him had known he would need it, maybe his subconscious knew it was only a matter of time before Kate’s death became too much.

Seth went through the motions of prepping the hit without thinking about it. All he felt, all he could concentrate on was how much everything hurt and how much he didn’t want to feel anymore. It wasn’t his body craving the chemicals, it was his mind craving the silent bliss of not feeling.

Seth tapped his arm, a familiar routine of trying to find a vein, but either because of the booze or because he had grown unused to it, he couldn’t. He put the needle down, the sound of it smacking against the bottle echoing as he fumbled for the tourniquet to wrap around his bicep.

He could hear her crying.

It was, to his greatest regret, a sound he had been familiar with and it made him reach for the needle faster than his alcohol drenched brain could process. Seth pressed it to a bulging vein but only held it there for a few long moments as Kate cried. The tip scratched his skin before he dropped the needle. His hands were shaking too much and he couldn’t help but think that usually… usually she would be the one to pick up the needle and help him finish the job.

When he looked back up, Kate was there.

She was exactly as he remembered her on one of their good days. The white sundress she had only worn once falling to the top of her thighs, the red bikini peeking through its spaghetti straps. She had bought it all in a cheap gas station one morning and forced him to stop at the first motel she saw that had a pool to spend the afternoon there. He had been twitchy about being so close to the border but they had spent the previous couple of days stuck in the Corvette so he let her waste the day by the pool until he had come across an American family at a small restaurant he had stopped for food. Seth had booked it back to the motel to find Kate floating on her back.

He hadn’t let her stop for anything, just pulled her arm until she got out of the pool and guided her back to the car with his hand fighting to find purchase on her wet shoulder. He had expected her to snap at him while they sped down dusty backroads but Kate had only laughed. She had given him shit for everything later and insisted he owed her for making her leave behind the first dress she had worn in forever but she hadn’t been mad. Hearing her laugh had made that day be one of the first that felt light after the Twister.

She wasn’t laughing now.

“You’re not real,” he whispered.

Kate didn’t reply, didn’t even react in any way other than the tears that continued to come. But still, her green eyes stared right into his, and she didn’t go away. Seth wished she would. He wished she never left.

The sudden rage that overcame him wasn’t entirely unfamiliar, but it still took his breath away, consumed his body in the flames that he sometimes wished had taken him. It wasn’t exactly anger, or rather, it was more than that. It was grief , swallowing him whole and drowning everything that made Seth Seth. He threw the whiskey bottle at her, the sound of it breaking on the wall behind his desk not quite covering the sound of his knees crashing on the floor.

Seth cried.

He wept like a fucking baby, like he hadn’t done ever since his mother had left him. He cried until his head hurt, until he couldn’t really smell the spilled whiskey and couldn’t see the blank wall where Kate’s ghost had stood. And that’s how Richie found him.

Seth had no idea how long his brother had called for him, only realizing Richie was there with him when he felt a hand on the back of his neck guiding his head to rest on a fluffy robe. Richie didn’t say anything and neither did Seth despite all the words he had clogging up his throat.

I miss her, he wanted to say.

I wish it had been me instead, he couldn’t help but think.

Yet he stayed silent. Until maybe a few minutes later, when he muttered, “‘m gonna throw up.”

His brother never mentioned that night with him. Ever. Even when Seth pulled him aside the day after to reassure him that he had thrown the smack away, Richie only replied with a quiet, “Okay,” and a stiff nod while he avoided his eyes. They didn’t talk about it and the urge to shoot up never came again.

He still saw her from time to time, mostly when he was close to blackout drunk and never as clearly as he had seen her that first night. Kate was always wearing something from one of their good days and she was never crying. She only watched him quietly as he fought with himself to keep her in the corner of his eyes instead of staring at what everyone else would think was nothing.

Six months later when he was in Santanico’s fighting ring, he saw her again. For a few beats he thought it was another hallucination, and it was enough time for the other guy to knock him down, but she was still there when he looked up.

Seth knew almost immediately that it was her. The unfamiliar red hair, the heavy makeup she had never used, the clothes that he had never associated with a happy time. It wasn’t a hallucination. Seth knew that despite how surreal it sounded, the person who stood in the crowd was Kate Fuller.

Everything after that was a fucked up nightmare.

Six months of grieving Kate had taken a toll on him. Seth worked hard to keep things going, he took care of business when Richie was too busy posturing as the Boss and he kept a tight ship running. He kept swinging, even when he felt like he didn’t have much strength, because he had learned many things growing up but giving up wasn’t one of them. So he pushed everything down and kept going, but by the time all of the Amaru bullshit had to be dealt with he just didn’t have anything else to give.

Standing there at the gates of hell, Seth was done. His brother was gone but he still had Kate, at least for a little while. He had wrestled her out of death himself by force, he had refused to accept she was going to die in that church. His hands didn’t shake this time when he found a vein with the needle.

Letting Kate walk through those gates was the hardest thing he had ever done. His brother was gone and if he lost Kate too he would have absolutely fucking nothing to keep him going, he would have done anything to keep her safe. But then she had said it.

In the eyes of the people I love.

Seth knew that in that moment she was acknowledging him as part of her family, he knew that he couldn’t take her choice away, not when she was looking at him with that look on her face. Time to let go, partner. Seth did. He let her go. But only because he knew he was right behind her; if there was one thing Seth was certain it was that he was going to Hell when he died and he didn’t plan on staying a second longer without his family. There wasn’t much of a plan, really—try to save her brother as he went down swinging, then try his best to find her and Richie on the other side.

Only he didn’t die.

Not only that, but Richie and Kate came back and Seth’s luck finally seemed to have turned around because in the end they were all alive and there. That Kate went with them when it was all over was another kind of miracle.

Months later and Seth still didn’t know how his life had turned out this particular brand of okay.

He wasn’t doing any more mid level-boss work since the Lords had all died, and despite the fact that sometimes the work was mind numbingly boring, he still spent a lot of his time doing what he really loved—planning for a job and then driving off into the sunset with the two people he cared the most about.

He had taught her some things back in Mexico but it shouldn’t have been enough to make her so smooth during their jobs. The kid was a fucking natural, and Seth caught himself sometimes being distracted in the middle of a bank robbery, looking at her in her semi-formal wear. No matter what type of clothes she wore to fit in between the two suits, they were always white. He didn’t ask about it, just like he didn’t ask about the gloves she wore sometimes even when they weren’t on a job.

Kate was far from healed from her ordeal, but as the months passed she got closer to okay and then okay sometimes turned into happy. And that’s all Seth ever wanted for her.

It had been a nice day. They had robbed a bank south of Austin and had made it out before the cops even realized what had happened, making it almost all the way down to Port O’Connor where Malvado’s operation had a nice safehouse by the beach. They spent the rest of the day counting their loot, checking the news and lounging around the house drinking and talking and laughing like they usually did.

By sunset, Seth’s not-so-happy thoughts had returned in full force.

He was leaning on the doorway to their back porch with a beer in hand, watching Kate as she slowly made her way down the steps so she could bury her toes in the sand. She had changed out of her white jumpsuit from that morning into the tiniest cutoffs Seth had ever seen her wear and a green tank top. Her red hair was moving with the breeze coming from the ocean and it almost reached the waistband of her shorts with the way her head was tilted up towards the last rays of sunshine.

She was heartbreakingly beautiful. Kate had always been pretty and the sweetness of her eyes and face had always drawn his attention in a way but now there was a certain kind of sadness to the angle of her eyebrows and the look in her eyes that somehow managed to capture his attention even further. There was confidence in the tilt of her chin, strength in the way her shoulders were never hunched and sharpness in her unbridled laugh but there was also sadness. Seth loved every single part of her.

He would never dare say it out loud to fucking anyone, but he couldn’t keep lying to himself. The truth was he couldn’t even tell when he had fallen in love with this girl.

The thing that scared him the most, though, wasn’t exactly telling her any of it—he was very content living in her shadow, with her as his partner and his brother by his side. Seth didn’t need her to love him in a way other than platonic . What scared him in moments like these was the thought of losing her. Again. If anything happened to her, if she left because she was fed up with them or, God fucking damn it, if she died , he now knew that these moments were the ones that would haunt him, her tiny shorts and the faded green tank top, keeping him company in the corner of his eye.

Kate sighed and Seth shook himself from his depressing thoughts. She had moved back up the steps but hadn’t stepped any closer to him, her arms around herself and goosebumps on her arms.

“You should head inside,” Seth said, his voice so rough he had to clear his throat before continuing. “It’s getting colder, at least grab a jacket, Princess.”

Kate didn’t acknowledge his words, only stared up at him deep in thought, her green eyes catching the last light as the sun disappeared below the horizon. Seth sighed and stepped forward, leaving his beer on the railing so he could close his warmer hands over her biceps. He rubbed her arms and raised an eyebrow at her in expectation.

“You looked so sad,” she whispered and he stopped his motions immediately.

Seth cursed himself for not being more careful, but only sighed in response, squeezing her shoulders once before stepping back and reaching for his beer. She snatched it before he could, taking a long pull from it with her eyebrow raised as if to say, “If you won’t answer me, then I’ll drink it all.”

Seth rolled his eyes and moved past her, shedding his shoes and socks as he went. He was just buzzed enough that he didn’t question the sudden urge to feel the sand beneath his feet. He had changed into more comfortable jeans and a t-shirt, and the hems of his pants were getting dirty from the sand, but he didn’t mind. He just closed his eyes and enjoyed the last bit of sun on his face before Kate spoke again.

“You know, the first time I saw your feet I blushed so hard I had to excuse myself to the bathroom to put some cold water on my cheeks,” she said suddenly.

“ What? ” Seth turned around so fast he thought he might have pulled a muscle. Kate had sat down on the top step, she was hugging her knees to her chest and looking at him like she deeply regretted saying anything, but she didn’t back down, even when he blinked dumbly at her.

“Not like that , you moron!” she said with a frown, though her cheeks were getting pinker by the second. Seth couldn’t help but laugh as she exclaimed, “Shut up!”

“No, I’m sorry, go on about my feet, sweetheart,” Seth said, stepping closer to her so he could take his beer back. He took a sip and handed the rest of it to her, something unwinding in his chest at the sound of her embarrassed giggles. Kate took a long gulp of the cool beer before letting it drop on the step next to her.

“I just mean that it felt… intimate, I guess.” She shrugged one shoulder, somehow managing to look both shy and confident. “Like I was seeing you be vulnerable or something.”

Seth propped one leg on the step beneath her, bracing his elbow on the railing so he could lean down closer to her. There was a soft smile on his face that he couldn’t hide no matter how hard he tried and his only consolation was that Kate’s cheeks were darkening still.

“I get it,” he let her off the hook, snorting a bit. “I had that same “oh shit” moment when I walked in on you only wearing a towel a few days in.”

“Don’t be creepy,” she whispered teasingly and Seth rolled his eyes.

“Not like that ,” he threw her words back at her, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips briefly. “It’s just that I’ve never realized how… ready you were at all times. It’s like you carried yourself like a goddamn soldier on the battlefield, ready for anything thrown your way, you know? Confident and sure of yourself, always. But that day I caught you off-guard and… I guess I just realized how tiny you looked. Made me think of how much I needed to take care of you, to protect you.”

There was a beat where they just stayed quiet, neither of them knowing what to say after their small confessions and Seth letting his eyes look anywhere but at hers while feeling her gaze heavy on him.

“What were you thinking?” Kate asked in a small voice. “Before?”

“Kate,” Seth sighed again, met her eyes for a brief second before bracing himself to push off the railing so he could put some space between them. Kate stopped him with a hand on the loose fabric of his jeans on his shin.

“What were you thinking, Seth?”

Goddamn it, he couldn’t deny her. Not when she was looking up at him with that beautiful, sad face of hers, not when her voice felt so fucking quiet and intimate, especially not with the way he could kind of look down her shirt from where he was standing above her.

Without meaning to, Seth started rambling on like a fucking amateur.

“When you died,” he started and had to take a deep breath after saying that dreaded word, “I was in a really bad place. I kept… I had these visions of you. I mean-” and now he was full-on babbling, “I had a vision of you once, but that was because of the heroin and after that one time I never did it again but…” Seth let out a harsh breath and looked up at the darkening night sky so he wouldn’t have to look at her. “Every time I saw you, you were wearing something from a day during our time in Mexico where things were good. Or at least not as bad as usual. The days where I could get you to smile. And now… Now sometimes I think during these happy days that if you’re gone again, I’ll be seeing you in these clothes.”

Kate didn’t immediately say anything, the only sound between them the waves crashing behind him and the rush of his heart beating in his ears. So Seth kept going, as if he hadn’t made a fool of himself enough.

“I don’t think I can take losing you again.” He muttered it so quietly that it felt like a confession, whispered at the feet of her altar.

Kate stood up slowly, swaying slightly because they were both tipsy by that point, but standing tall and sure, towering slightly above him because of her higher ground. She slowly reached for his hand and pulled him forward until he had to change his position to stand a few steps beneath her. Her hands were cold in his but she wasn’t wearing her gloves and Seth could only feel grateful for the feel of her skin. She held his hand between two of hers like he was the one who needed warming up, but Seth didn’t mind. He squeezed her back.

“We’re both going to die, Seth.” She said it so bluntly Seth’s eyes snapped back to hers but she didn’t stop long enough for him to say anything. “If we have it our way at least, we’re both going to die and that’s the only certainty we have. The only certainty anyone has ever had, Seth. This is the way things have always been.”

“I know, but,” Seth tried to interrupt but Kate wouldn’t have it.

“You don’t need to protect me, okay? We’re partners , that means we have each other’s backs. I have your back and you have mine.” She squeezed his hand tightly and there was something in her eyes that made Seth almost forget to breathe. Kate gave him a tiny smile, one that held so many things Seth didn’t know what to make of it, only that it made his heart speed up and, combined with the lack of breathing, left him feeling a little dizzy. “We can’t change the end but we can make sure these happy days are as happy as they can be, right?”

Seth was nodding before his brain caught up with him. Fuck, he loved her so much. He would agree with anything she said as long as she kept looking at him like that, kept holding on to his hand like she was.

“Yeah, honey, alright,” he managed to say, his voice kind of hoarse. He felt his ears warm when she giggled a bit, like he was a goddamn kid again with his very first crush. He didn’t even know it was still possible to feel those fucking butterflies.

“Good,” Kate said, her voice final as she smiled slightly at him. “Because I’m going to kiss you now.”

“What?” Seth’s whole world stopped. It felt like she had pulled out the steps from beneath his feet and taken his breath and any cognitive function along with her. Kate only nodded, her cheeks darkening again, her eyes never wavering from his.

“Yep,” she said. “It’s okay if you don’t want it to mean anything, you know? I mean, I do, but it doesn’t matter because a kiss is never a bad thing, right? I guess there are some situations where it could be but not like this, okay? I’m just making this happy day happier and I really do want to kiss you, have wanted for quite a while to be completely honest, and if you want to forget about—”

Seth could see how she was going from confident to uncertain and embarrassed the longer he stood there with his dumb mouth hanging open like a goddamn fish and his eyebrows trying to see if they could merge with his hairline. He snapped out of it suddenly, and without even realizing what was going on, he was reaching forward to kiss her.

Seth didn’t kiss Kate like he wanted to, taking his time, being gentle and careful. He kissed her like he knew she wanted to be kissed, like he wasn’t afraid to break her, like he knew she was the strongest fucking person on this earth. And she was.

He buried his hands in her hair on the back of her skull, his thumbs tilting her jaw down so he could kiss her better with her standing above him. Seth didn’t know who exactly deepened the kiss, maybe it had been him, but it didn’t fucking matter because now he knew how Kate Fuller tasted and he could die right there and die the happiest man on fucking earth. He slid his hands down until they found their way to her back pockets so he could pull her closer to him, their chests touching as he went up one step.

Kate’s arms were around his neck then, holding him close, as if he would ever willingly part from her ever fucking again. Richie would just have to deal with the fact that their next jobs would have to be handled with Kate hanging off his neck like that. She pulled away slightly, taking a few gasping breaths but he pulled her closer without even opening his eyes, kissing her once more and then another one after just because he could because she really wanted to kiss him. Had for a while now.

When Seth finally managed to break the kiss again before either of them passed out, he was standing on the same step as her, her tiny feet on top of his as he held most of her weight up so he could keep kissing her.

“Oh,” Kate gasped slightly, her eyes shining bright even as her pupils were dilated.

Yeah, Seth agreed with that sentiment. He huffed a laugh which she echoed, then breathed her in before diving back in to taste her smile. Truth was, it didn’t really matter how it would all end. He had already gotten the happily ever after he wanted, this was fucking El Rey.

His brother safe and happy, Kate’s arms around him and the sound of the crashing waves welcoming the dusk and waking them up at dawn.

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