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The Worst Double Date

"How did I let you talk me into this?"

Midge give him an innocent look as she spritzes a little perfume on her wrists and dabs behind her ears. "I plied you with liquor and sexual favors," she reminds him.

Lenny snaps a finger and shakes his head. "That's right. That blow job really scrambled my brain."

Midge laughs and gets to her feet, wrapping her arms around him. "We'll go. We'll have a couple drinks. Eat a little dinner…"

"Avoid jokes about pencil sharpeners…"

"Eh, maybe we won't be that nice," Midge smirks wickedly.

"You, Miss Weissman, are not allowed to look at me that way," he tells her, pulling her closer. "Not if you're expecting to leave the house."

She kisses him lightly. "I promise it will all be worth it."

"We're spending an entire evening with your ex and the woman he cheated on you with," Lenny points out.

"And then we're going back to your place," Midge reminds him. "Where you'll get to see my new corset."

He freezes, lifting an eyebrow. "New, you say?"

"I do say."

"Color?"

"You'll find out after dinner."

Lenny huffs out a breath. "Fine. It'll be worth it."

*****

Joel cannot stop tapping his foot on the club’s floor.

Midge had been entirely too gracious about this whole thing. Since she and Lenny are the ones with the crazy schedules, she’d let him pick the place. She made sure the kids were well taken care of.

Hell, the fact that hi ex-wife had agreed to this idea in the first place was a red flag in Joel’s eyes.

But here he sits, next to his girlfriend, waiting for his ex-wife and her fiance to show up.

He’d just figured…well…if they’re gonna be trading kids back and forth, and they’re both going to have new partners, they should at least try to make an effort not to hate said partners.

Midge had loved Mei; respected the hell out of Mei.

But Mei is gone, with their son. God knows where. And in her place…

Is Penny Pann.

Midge thinks very little of Penny.

Joel used to think the world of Lenny Bruce, but then he found out about him and Midge. That kind of shit certainly has a way of changing your mind about a guy.

But he’s gotta try, right? Try to make this work.

For the kids.

And for himself, because fuck does he want to be friends with Lenny Bruce, and fuck does he not want to piss off Midge, who is not only the mother of his children, but now an Emmy winner.

And really, all of this was Archie’s idea.

“Make nice. Don’t piss off two of the biggest names in comedy or they’ll tell all of their comedy friends not to play our club.”

Jesus does Joel hate when Archie is right.

“You worry too much,” Penny tells him, reaching out and taking his hand. “It’s just Midge and whatever guy she’s with this time, right?”

“She’s marrying him,” Joel tells her. “And he’s Lenny Bruce.”

Penny blinks. “Who?”

Fuck’s sake.

There’s a commotion in the club as people start to turn their heads, and Joel joins them. His stomach drops immediately as he spots Midge and Lenny walking in.

These are not the Midge and Lenny who come to family dinners. These are not the Midge and Lenny who pick up the kids every week. He’s not even sure these are the Midge and Lenny from their gigs or TV shows.

No. These are the Midge and Lenny who show up to an event, dressed impeccably. Lenny’s suit is freshly pressed and well-fitting. Midge’s dress is black with a swirling blue design on every other pleat of its skirt.

They look perfect.

They look like stars.

And this was on purpose.

Joel glowers at Midge as she says hello to a few people, still holding Lenny’s arm as they make their way over at a leisurely pace.

“Wow,” Penny breathes, obviously a little stunned. “She’s come a long way from the Revlon counter…”

“Yeah,” Joel grouses. He gets to his feet as they step over, though Lenny takes a moment, chatting with someone he obviously knows.

Midge grins at them as Lenny joins her. “Hi, Joel. Penny.”

“Hey,” Joel says. “You uh…you’re not as late as usual.”

“That would be my fault,” Lenny chimes in. “I wanted to get out the door before Abe dragged me into another Castro debate.”

“Right,” Joel says mildly.

Penny clears her throat softly.

“Midge, you remember Penny,” he says quickly.

“Hard to forget,” Midge comments, giving Penny a polite smile. “Hi.”

“Midge,” Penny responds evenly.

“Penny, this is my fiance, Lenny,” Midge tells her. “Lenny, this is Penny.”

“Our names rhyme,” Penny comments, trying for a smile. “That’s funny.”

“Funny haha or funny peculiar?” Lenny asks curiously.

Joel fights hard not to roll his eyes. “Everyone have a seat.”

“Penny never got up,” Midge points out. “So she can’t have a seat. She’s already got one.”

Lenny dramatically pulls a chair out for Midge, and Joel knows it’s mostly to derail that line of commentary. “Now you have one, too.”

Midge grins and kisses his cheek. “Thank you.”

Joel sits as well, when Lenny sits, and knows in his very soul, that this night cannot end fast enough.

*****

It is rare, Lenny thinks as he sits quietly at the table, to stumble across a person quite as dimwitted as Penny Pann.

Or someone quite so bitter.

Because for whatever fucking reason, this woman clearly has not let go of the fact that sometime at the end of 1958, Joel nearly went back to Midge, and even though he didn’t, he still left Penny the first time.

“So,” Penny says breezily. “Midge.”

“Penny,” Midge says, lifting her chin, her blue gaze landing on the other woman. “How are you?”

“Oh, I’m fine,” Penny tells her. “Great, actually. What about you? Sleep with any husbands lately?”

Joel is about to open his mouth and interject, but Lenny knows better. Midge has this handled.

“Not recently,” Midge tells her. “It’s been a couple of years, but I guess when Lenny and I get married, I’ll be sleeping with a husband.”

“Right now she’s just sleeping with a former husband,” Lenny chimes in.

“Maybe let’s talk about something else,” Joel snaps. “Lenny. Any good shows coming up?”

“I’ll be out of town for a couple weeks, traveling the Mid-Atlantic and New England,” he tells them. “Baltimore. Boston. Philly. Those kindsa places.”

“Nice,” Joel nods evenly. “You got gigs for here in the city lined up?”

“Mostly for the fall,” Lenny shrugs. “I’m taking a little vacation in August to move my daughter from LA to my apartment here. Things are going well enough, and I have the space, and I miss her like crazy.”

Joel frowns deeply, confused. “You have a kid?”

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t I know that?”

“Because I don’t know you very well,” Lenny reminds him.

“You don’t talk about your kid in your act?” Joel asks, still confused.

“I don’t have that kind of act,” Lenny says. “And my kid doesn’t stare at me in creepy silence for twenty straight minutes without blinking.”

Midge laughs at that. “In my defense, I was high when I did that set.”

Penny looks alarmed. “You were high?!”

“It was a few puffs from a joint,” Lenny waves her off. “It was one night and it was nothing.”

“That’s illegal,” Penny whispers loudly.

“So is most of my act still,” Lenny shrugs. “Give it another fifty years, I bet you won’t be able to round a street corner without smelling the devil’s lettuce.”

Joel rubs his face. “Why don’t we order drinks? Who wants drinks?”

“Oh! Martini, up, olives, so many olives, three olives,” Midge says quietly.

“Two fingers of whiskey on the rocks for me, please,” Lenny adds.

“A grasshopper for me,” Penny chimes in.

“Joel will fix that,” Midge blurts out.

Penny frowns. “Fix what?”

Midge takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly as she squares her shoulder. “Nothing.”

Lenny frowns a little. He recognizes that posture on Midge. That stressed out, ‘I was in an emotionally abusive marriage and I didn’t realize it until he left me’ posture. He brushes his fingers against hers under the table and she hooks hers with his tightly, and when he looks at her face, she’s giving him a grateful smile.

“I’ll be back with the drinks,” Joel says awkwardly as he gets to his feet and rushes.

Lenny nods, but turns his attention back to Midge, lifting his eyebrows in a ‘you okay?’ kind of expression.

She nods and smiles sheepishly, resting her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes briefly, and he presses a light kiss to her temple.

****

Penny frowns as she watches Joel rush off, and then turns to find Midge and Lenny in a world all their own.

She remembers her first relationship with Joe. How he’d talked about Midge. How controlling she’d been. How heartless. How disinterested in Joel’s dreams she was. How frigid she could be.

Watching her now (though trying not to look like she’s watching as she sips her water), Penny sees someone who doesn’t seem to fit that description. She looks at Lenny like he hung the moon. Like his very presence at the table next to her is lifting her spirits.

Lenny is giving her a soft, adoring grin, obviously happy to be here with Midge; making the most of what is, honestly, an awkward night.

Penny knows she looks at Joel that way. She’s…not sure Joel has ever looked that way at her in return.

And suddenly, it hits Penny like a baseball bat to the head.

Midge moved on.

Mei is gone.

She is a consolation prize.

Joel is settling for her. There are two women Joel would rather be with.

Penny isn’t one of them.

Tears threaten her as she watches Midge rest her head comfortably on Lenny’s shoulder, and his lips brush a light kiss to her temple, as if that’s something they do all the time.

Because it probably is.

“Excuse me,” Penny jokes out as she messily gets to her feet and rushes for the bathroom.

*****

Midge watches Penny stumble off and sighs softly. “Fuck.”

“Here?” Lenny asks curiously. “Now?”

“She’s upset,” Midge tells him.

“Well…she’s seeing Joel,” Lenny points out. “So…”

“Where’s Penny?” Joel asks as he sets their drinks down on the table.

“She went to the bathroom,” Midge tells him. “Something upset her.”

“What’d you say?” Joel snaps, looking upset.

“Literally nothing,” Midge bites back quickly.

“Well, go see what’s wrong.”

“Me?”

“You’re the woman at this table,” Joel points out. “I can’t go into the ladies’ room, neither can Lenny.”

“I can,” Lenny corrects him. “It’s a question of should.”

“You’re making jokes now?” Joel asks, quickly getting heated.

“It’s kind of my entire thing,” Lenny shrugs. “And also, my previous statement is true.”

Midge huffs out a breath and gets to her feet. “I’ll go.”

“Thank you,” Joel snaps, obviously not at all grateful.

Midge doesn’t respond as she heads for the ladies’ room.

*****

Regina Dalton has been privy to some wild-ass white people conversations. As the attendant in the ladies’ room at a very fancy club, there are times when she wishes she were anywhere but here, listening to these wild, insane, sometimes doped-up conversations.

Tonight is not one of those nights.

Tonight, Midge Maisel walks into the bathroom looking like a woman on a mission.

“Mrs. Maisel!” Regina chirps. “I saw you at the Apollo a few years ago, you killed that night!”

The other woman beams at her in a way that’s polite, but genuine. “Thank you so much. That’s really kind. I’m really glad you enjoyed the show.”

“Not bad for a white girl in Harlem,” Regina jokes, making the comedienne laugh.

“That’s really all I could have hoped for that night,” Midge tells her. She lowers her voice. “Hey - did a dark-haired, upset-looking woman in a green dress come rushing in here?”

Regina nods and lowers her voice to a whisper. “Yes, she did. Ugly crying and everything.”

“Oy,” Midge sighs okay. “Okay. Thank you for letting me know what to expect.”

“Friend of yours?”

“Ex-husband’s girlfriend,” Midge explains. “If you come to a future show, I’m sure I’ll have plenty more to say.”

Regina tries hard to not giggle at that as she watches Midge head down the row of toilet stalls.

*****

“So,” Joel says awkwardly.

Lenny sips his drink, staring back at the younger man silently.

Joel knows he’s doing it on purpose. Joel knows damn well that Lenny thinks that putting Midge through an entire evening of sitting across from the man who broke her heart and the woman who helped him do it is bullshit.

Joel finds it hard to fault the guy. He’s probably at least a little right. And if MIdge and Joel hadn’t had children, they wouldn’t be doing this. They wouldn’t be in each others’ lives anymore. It would have been a clean break four years ago.

As it stands, Joel feels like this can’t be helped.

“I know you don’t like me,” Joel says.

Lenny doesn’t respond. He just sits back in his seat, tall frame taking up quite a lot of room in a way that’s casual and somehow imposing at the same time.

“I know you think this entire night is a terrible idea.”

“It doesn’t matter what I think,” Lenny points out. “You asked to go on this double date. To try and bury the hatchet on some old heartaches, and Midge said yes. So here I am.”

Joel nods.

“The difference is that when Midge brought this entire cockamamie idea to my attention, she took the time to ask me to be understanding. To behave a little. Show a little compassion for a couple of people I don’t really have any compassion for.”

“Jeez, you really don’t like me,” Joel mutters.

“Why should I like you?” Lenny asks.

Joel stares at him.

Lenny shrugs. “I suppose I should thank you. If it weren’t for your wandering dick, Midge and I never would have met. But here is what I do not understand about tonight.”

“What?” Joel asks.

“Why not take Penny aside and ask her to show a little kindness?” Lenny asks.

“You think I didn’t?” Joel snaps. “Come on, I know I’m an asshole, but I’m not that bad.”

“So she just didn’t listen,” Lenny surmises. “Knew you were looking for a friendly ceasefire and she fired shots off the bat?”

Joel sighs heavily. “Yeah.”

It’s not the whole truth. And they both know it. Joel squirms a little in his seat, fiddling withis empty glass.

Lenny takes a larger sip of his drink.

“No,” Joel amends. “I told her I wanted it to be a nice night. I didn’t ask her to hold off on the insults.”

“So you are that bad,” Lenny says.

“Yeah.”

He gets no other response.

*****

“Go away, Midge.”

Midge takes a breath and closes her eyes, letting it out slowly as she stands outside the stall that Penny Pann has commandeered. “Look, I know that you hate my guts because I slept with Joel when he and I were still technically married, even though he’d walked out on me.”

She gets no response.

“But it’s been a few years now,” Midge goes on. “Maybe we could just…not be such raging assholes to each other going forward?”

“It’s not about Joel,” Penny blurts out tearily. “Well it is, but it’s not about you and Joel. It’s about- about you and Lenny.”

Midge frowns. “Me and Lenny? What about us?”

“It’s just- you’re so happy together!”

Midge purses her lips and looks down at the engagement ring on her finger. A modest-sized but just about perfect diamond on a rose gold band (“you like pink so much, I thought it’d be good. It felt like you.”). “We are happy.”

“I want to be that happy,” Penny says quietly.

“It’s not easy,” Midge admits after a moment. “I thought it was. When I was with Joel, it certainly seemed easy. But I was wrong. And Lenny has never been an easy man to love, mostly because he’s not very good at loving himself, which is - an entirely different topic of conversation that you don’t need in your life right now. Or - ever. But being happy in a relationship takes time and work. And if one or both of you isn’t willing to put it in, then it’s not going to happen. Or you think it’s happening but it turns out to be bullshit.”

A startled gasp sounds from a woman heading to another stall.

“Oh, please, we’re in the ladies room of a club that doesn’t allow kids under the age of eighteen in,” Midge snaps. “Get a grip.”

Penny gives a watery giggle at that.

“You want Joel?” Midge asks.

“Y-Yes.”

“Do the work,” Midge shrugs. “If he’s not willing to do it with you, he is not the one.”

“He is the one. He’s always been the one.”

“I thought so too,” Midge says softly. “I was wrong.”

“I’m not you.”

“Thank fuck,” Midge mutters.

“I heard that!”

Midge doesn’t dignify that with an answer. “You ready to come back out or you need a few more minutes?”

“...A few more minutes?”

Midge nods. “I’ll wait.”

*****

It takes a few more minutes for the two women to come back from the ladies’ room, and when they do, Lenny reaches out, taking Midge’s hand and tugging her down to have a seat on his knee.

She looks…

“Hi,” she says with a sad smile.

“Hello,” he returns, tilting his head. “You okay?”

Midge nods and closes her eyes briefly. “I think we’re gonna call it. Tonight’s not the night.”

Lenny nods, thinking that over, glancing at Penny as she sits stiffly next to Joel before turning back to Midge. “Pizza? Chinese? Burgers?”

“French fries sound so fucking good right now,” she breathes out, her shoulders relaxing.

“Then I will buy you French fries,” he grins, helping her to her feet before getting to his own. He turns to Joel and Penny - neither of whom get to their feet. “Well. Tonight was…a night of the week. We’ll see you around.”

Midge chuckles a little and nudges Lenny along. “Goodnight, you two.”

Joel gets to his feet abruptly then, telling Penny he’ll be right back as he follows them towards the door.

“Midge.”

Lenny turns back, watching as Midge turns to look at Joel.

“Penny loves you,” she says softly, though Lenny can still hear her. “Really loves you. Don’t fuck it up.”

With that, she takes Lenny by the hand, and tugs him out.

“We didn’t pay for our drinks, you know,” he reminds her, amused.

“No we didn’t,” Midge nods. “I just spent a good fifteen minutes comforting the woman who helped ruin my first marriage. She can buy us a couple of drinks.”

Lenny tugs her close, letting go of her hand to wrap his arm around her, kissing the side of her head. “All the French fries you can handle.”

“Hell, yes.”

END

#fic #au #tmmm #Midge x Lenny #Midge Maisel #Fictional Lenny #Joel x Penny #Joel Maisel #Penny Pann

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fandomficsnstuff · 5 months ago

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Redemption For All - 8

(Warnings: fluff, fluff and some more fluff)

Notes: I do NOT speak spanish but I think it is a very beautiful language and sadly all I can say in spanish is ‘I can’t speak spanish’, so I used google translate, sorry. Some words are in Italic, which is the translated words, and others are just straight up spanish.

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“I hate dresses.”

“It ain’t a dress, it’s a skirt-”

“Fine, then I hate skirts.”

“No, you don’t-”

“Yes, I do.”

“No, you just ain’t found the right one yet.”

“I didn’t even wear a dress to my prom, Abby” Leah pointed out, Abigail frowning, making her look back at the magazine that was given to them “it’s a flashy event sort of thing for teenagers in school” she explained, Abigail humming quietly “well, maybe you ain’t found the dress that makes ya like dresses? Even back then-”

“And the shoes you have to wear with them for it all to ‘match’, God!”

“You can just wear your normal shoes, ain’t no one’s gonna mind” Abigail chuckled, Leah looking up at her, narrowing her eyes before humming, looking back at the pictures and available clothes with less tension in her shoulders, making Abigail smirk. “What ‘bout this one? I like the top that comes with it” Abigail pointed out, Leah studying the drawing before nodding ever so slightly, making Abigail grin “alright then, we can see if it fits? You don’t gotta buy it if ya don’t wanna” Abigail reminded her and Leah let out a shaky breath “god, this is stressful” she muttered, making Abigail chuckle “ain’t you cute. Alright, hey, mister. You got one of these in her size?” Abigail asked politely, the man sizing Leah up before nodding “I think so. I’ll leave it in the changing room, you can go on in and try it when you’re ready” he stated politely and left, Leah nodding to herself with a small nod. “Wait… fuck!”

“What is it??”

“If-... I haven’t-” she cut herself off, peeking around the corner before leaning in closer to Abigail “what if we kiss??”

“Then you’ll kiss.”

“B-But-... what if it goes-... further?”

“You ain’t gotta worry ‘bout that. Arthur don’t care-”

“No, what I mean is-... I haven’t-... like… you know…?”

“What?”

“... ‘Trimmed the hedges’...” Leah whispered harshly through gritted teeth. She was sure her head was going to burst from humiliation and embarrassment, Abigail just blinking at her before her eyes widened, mouth a little open “oh… well… some men like it-”

“Jesus Christ-”

“You ain’t got nothin’ to panic over, if a guy really likes ya, he won’t care-”

“But I will! I’ll care! I-I’ll feel disgusting and unprepared and like I’m some kind of hermit and-”

“Room’s ready when you need it, miss.”

“Thank you” Leah’s entire tone changed as she forced a smile at the male clerk before looking mortified again, Abigail chuckling “relax, why don’t you try this on and see if you like it and if you do then we’re gonna buy you a bath at the hotel and you can go on and do what you wanna do ‘n get cleaned up. C’mon, Javier gave me some money for the dress ‘n a bath is only a few cents” Abigail comforted and Leah nodded to herself, looking slightly less mortified as she walked to the changing room. She began to take off her clothes, putting on the simpler pieces of clothing by herself before she froze when she looked at the corset. She poked her head out of the changing room, thinking herself in bloomers and a chemise with stockings to be decent enough as she looked towards the front of the store “uh, Abby?” she called, Abigail smiling at the male clerk before walking around the corner to the changing room, her eyes widening and she quickly looked around before hurrying towards her, ushering her into the changing room in a fit of suppressed laughter. “What?”

“You pokin’ your head out there like this?! You’re mighty confident! And for good reason! I mean, look at you! But I ain’t sure I’d have had the nerve to do that” she stated with utter amusement, Leah frowning, looking down at herself “what?”

“Nothin’, it’s just-... in this place and time, it’s a bit… revealin’” Abigail admitted and Leah blushed, eyes widening and Abigail chuckled “don’t worry, I made sure no one saw ya. Now, what do you need help with?”

“Uh… do I have to wear the corset?”

“Not if you don’t wanna, but we can put it on real loose, so it won’t squeeze ya to death” Abigail stated half-jokingly and Leah nodded with a blush “s-sure” she muttered, turning around as Abigail helped her lace the corset, keeping it loose but just tight enough to hold on to everything as it was supposed to do, aside from making the waist so small all organs would be up in her throat, the shoulder straps of the corset, which she realized were more like a vest now that she was wearing it, were comfortable and not as horrible as they looked, they didn’t dig into her armpits, instead resting against them while lifting her breasts in what she thought was a very attractive way. Abigail helped her put on the sort of chemise tank top-ish long shirt, the straps of the chemise aligned with the ones of the corset-vest she wore. Then, apparently, came the top, which made it four layers, but luckily the two chemises and the vest-corset didn’t feel warm at all. The top was a soft-looking, pearl white piece of fabric with the same straps as the corset and her chemises, which meant that it’d all line up perfectly and wouldn’t look mismatched. Underneath she had white stockings that went up to her knees, Abigail securing them with a small lace rope just under her knee, tying a little bow under them to hold them up. Then came the first skirt. Abigail helped Leah put on a light, loose skirt that could easily be worn in the hot, clammy air of Lemoyne; it was made of cotton and felt thin, just like the first chemise that was under the corset-vest thing. Then, another skirt came over it, a little thicker than the first, a sweet dark salmon color. It was breezy despite it being a little thicker than the first layer. Finally, she stepped back to admire her work, a grin on her lips as her hands were on her hips “you look mighty fine, if you don’t mind me sayin’ so” she complimented and turned Leah to the full body length mirror.

Leah smiled a little at what she saw, gently grabbing the sides of her skirt as she tilted from one side to another to watch the skirts sway a little, just briefly and subtly, but Abigail smiled at the cute act “I’m guessin’ you don’t mind dresses ‘n skirts now?”

“Most definitely not” Leah admitted, Abigail nodding as she laughed “alright, I’ll go on ‘n pay for it while you’re starin’ at yourself in the mirror” she teased before leaving the changing room, Leah walking out soon after, her old clothes in her arms and the male clerk reached for them but Leah moved away a little, frowning. “It’s alright, I got it” Abigail stated with a soft smile, taking the clothes and Leah gave an apologetic smile to the male clerk who nodded in return. “You look mighty fine, miss, that fella yous was talkin’ ‘bout, if he don’t see it, I’m single” he joked, Leah chuckled lightly as she was on her way out of the door, behind Abigail “I’ll most certainly think about it, I promise” she joked back, the man chuckling in amusement and Leah walked out after Abigail. “He was nice-”

“Well, hello there, what’ve we got here?” a voice asked, both of them turning to see Uncle walk over to them, stumbling a little “I ain’t never seen you lookin’ like that, Doc!” he exclaimed, Leah blushing as she smiled “thanks- at least, I hope it was a compliment?”

“‘Course it was! If it weren’t for my lumbago-”

“Alright alright, uncle” Abigail interrupted with a smirk “why don’t you go on back to camp, I hear there’s a party happenin’ later” Abigail admitted, Uncle seeming to light up at this “well, then you two fine ladies know where to find me” he tipped his hat and saddled up on his horse, riding off as Leah and Abigail chuckled lightly with each other. “Alright now, I’ll order the bath, I’ll be outside by the wagon with your old clothes, I’m thinkin’ you might want ‘em back at some point?”

“Yes, please.”

“You need any help taking anything off and on?”

“I think I’m good-”

“There’s a wash girl who’ll come knockin’, I’m sure she’ll help you” Abigail stated with a soft smile, walking inside, paying for the bath before walking back outside, Leah giving her a small wave as the man went off. He soon returned, walking up to Leah with a smile under his bushy mustache and sideburns “alright now, miss, the bath’s ready. I heard somethin’ ‘bout needin’ some help with gettin’ dressed later on? We got a real nice bath girl named Beth if ya need ‘er.”

“Uhm, I’ll call if I need help, would that be okay?”

“Sure thing, miss. The bath’s right this way” he led her down a small hallway to a room, opening the door for her and she smiled “thank you.”

“My pleasure. Now, there’s the bath ‘n all that. We don’t get many, uh… customers of the fairer sex to get a bath here, but I think we got some, uh, pomade ‘n… maybe some perfumed soap-”

“It’s alright, thank you” Leah stated and he nodded “right, just-... holler if you need somethin’, miss” he stated and left, closing the door behind him and Leah took in the steamy room, the giant (in her opinion) brass tub. She got undressed, struggling a little with the corset-vest but she got it off, leaving her just a tiny bit proud, it was only a little harder than a bra… okay maybe more than a little, but still. She tied up her hair using the lace ribbons that had been under her knees to hold up her stockings to keep it from getting wet and then she got into the bath, at first hissing at the heat before she instantly felt her muscles relax, her eyes closing, her body covered in the hot water and suds. She flinched when there was a knock on the door, thinking it must be Abigail or something.

“Y-yeah?”

“Hi there, my name’s Bethany, do you need any help there?”

“Oh-... u-uhm, no thanks, I’m already in the water… and I’m a woman…?”

“I know, I ain’t gonna try nothin’. I can help ya wash your hair if you want?”

“Uhm… sure…?” There was a small silence before a woman walked inside, carrying a small bucket with water and a soap bar. “Hi there. I ain’t seen you around here before, how are ya?”

“Uhm… fine…”

“You sure? You ain’t lookin’ too good…”

“I’m fine, it’s just-”

“Your first time bathin’ out?” she asked with a soft smile after closing the door, Leah nodding hesitantly, looking away from her and Bethany smiled “don’t you worry ‘bout that, I’ll take good care of you, promise. Want me to undo your hair or do you wanna do that yourself?” she asked politely, Leah sitting up a little straighter in the tub, her hands wet as she lifted them, untying her hair, the tips of it so long that it floated in the tub, originally reaching around her mid-back. “Alrighty then. You mind if I sit behind you?”

“No…”

“Alright” she grabbed a stool and did as she said she would, sitting behind Leah, gently guiding her to lay back against the tub, carefully taking Leah’s long hair out and over the edge so it hung in front of her, the bucket with water and a soap bar resting on the floor under Leah’s hair. “Where are you from, if I might ask?”

“Uh, Washington… I mean I-I grew up in Texas until I was like twelve but then we moved to Washington where I was born.”

“You been livin’ there your whole life?”

“Sort of, I uh, lived in Chicago for a while, though. Actually, for the last ten years or so…”

“So, you’re a city girl. What brings you to our little charmin’ town?” the casual chatter was nice as Leah felt her hair being slowly and gently washed, her eyes almost closing in bliss “uh, traveling… with friends.”

“Sounds nice. Ain’t it different bein’ outside of the big cities?”

“It is, but in a good kind of way. Cities are so noisy and all the pollution just-... chokes you” Leah admitted, her entire body relaxing as Bethany began to massage her scalp. “I can imagine. I once went to Saint Denis, I ain’t rightly sure my lungs are clear yet and it was two months ago for my sister’s wedding.”

“Oh, what’s your sister’s name?”

“Tina. She’s a few years older than me, looks as pretty and innocent as a daisy but she’s sharp alright” Bethany chuckled, making Leah smiled “sounds nice… having siblings…”

“You an only child?”

“Yeah, mom died when I was young and dad never remarried, so…” she trailed off, Bethany sighing softly “I’m sorry ‘bout that. What were your parents like?”

“Kind… my dad sometimes took me hunting, but it was really more just camping and learning how to hold a gun. Though he didn’t let me hunt with it, he knew mom would kill him if she found out that I’d shot it at anything but cans and bottles” Leah admitted with a chuckle, Bethany chuckling along with her as she washed the soap from Leah’s hair. “You got mighty fine hair if you don’t mind me sayin’.”

“Oh-... thanks.”

“It’s long, too.”

“Yeah, I uh… I haven’t had it untied in months now, except for maybe once or twice to redo it, I hadn’t realized how long it’d gotten” Leah admitted sheepishly, Bethany nodding a little as she hummed in response, making sure all the soap was out of Leah’s hair before carefully wringing the water from it as much as possible before grabbing the bucket with water and soap, getting up from the stool after pecking Leah’s wet head, right at her hairline “alrighty then, I think I’m done here. Just holler if you need somethin’ else” she stated, Leah giving her a soft smile and a nod “thank you.”

“No problem, you enjoy your bath” she called, about to close the door after her when Leah sat up abruptly “uh, Bethany?”

“Mhm?”

“Uhm…” seeing Leah’s hesitance, Bethany walked back into the room and closed the door behind her, Leah blushing a little “uhm… I-I’m sort of going to a party later and-... there’s a guy and I’m not saying anything is going to happen but if-... and I don’t have anything to, uhm…”

“You mean shavin’?” she asked softly in a low yet audible voice, Leah nodding shakily and Bethany smiled “don’t you worry ‘bout that, I’ll bring a shavin’ kit for ya” she stated and Leah let out a brief breath of relief. At least that would be something she knew what to do with. She knew it’d probably be an old shaving razor and not a razor blade like the ones she was used to, but she’d seen those be used even back home, she could do it.

#RDR2 #Red Dead Redemption 2 #Leah Riverra #Arthur Morgan #Arthur Morgan x OC #Arthur Morgan x Leah #Red Dead Redemption 2 fic #Redemption For All #RDR2 fanfic

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scintilla-iris · 7 months ago

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Gone With The Wind

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓥𝓮𝓷𝓾𝓼 𝓰𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓕𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮'𝓼 𝓮𝓪𝓼𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓲𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓼

Authors Note: This is a project I wrote forever ago after rewatching Anne With An E for the third time that I have since rewritten to fit a different period (now, obviously, Bridgerton inspired), I do hope you (whoever "you" may be") Enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Maybe,if interacted with enough, this will not be the only part in the series. Enjoy!

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Florence was sure her father would run holes into the carpet with his pacing about the drawing room, and if the smoke from his pipe wasn’t suffocating her the grip her weeping mother had on her ribcage sure was. She wanted to rip herself from the confines of her corset and tear her lungs from her chest, but she was trying her best to maintain her composure, it was best not to make a fuss when her father was in a mood (which was much more often than not). “Did you know?” Her father asks, stopping in his tracks to point the bowl of his pipe in her face. Florence straightens, opening her mouth to speak and closing it once more. Her mother hiccups beside her, choking on her tears. “Of course she didn’t, Horace, how could you accuse her of such a thing.” Her mother rises from her seat, attempting to stop the man who has once more continued his pacing. Florence takes in a shaky breath, raising a hand to her throat as she struggles to calm her beating heart. Her parents continue to argue as attempts to right herself. “Our daughter is gone, Maud, she has up and disappeared in the night and now there is no one–” Florence’s father huffs, coughing into his open palm. Her mother reaches out to him and he brushes her off, fixing his pipe into his mouth once more. He talks around it, turning to face Florence once more. Florence looks up at him through wide eyes, hand around her throat tightening. “Venus is gone. I want no word of her uttered under this roof from now on.” Her father says, straightening his tie. “Furthermore, as there are no more eligible Meyers girls other than you, Florence…�� He looks over to Florence’s mother. The woman has her mouth agape, wet eyes traveling between her husband and daughter. He clears his throat before continuing, blowing another cloud of smoke in Florence’s direction. She chokes on it, heaving as she doubles over on the couch. The grip she has on her throat tightening even more. She can’t breathe, her father continues regardless. “You will be replacing Venus at the ceremony tomorrow-” A gasp from her mother interrupts him before he resumes once more “…the Lionels have already spent a surplus of money on the wedding and I will not let that foolish girl throw away all my hard work.” “Oh god…” It’s Florence this time, and she clutches her stomach as her breaths become labored. “Oh god…” “Straighten up girl, or there’ll be two Meyers girls missing by the morning.” Her father threatens, leaving her with one last distasteful glance before exiting the room, her frantic mother tripping over herself in her hurry to follow. Florence’s head is spinning, her heart racing out of her control, and her lungs seem to be closing in on themself. However, as she falls in on herself alone in the drawing room she can’t seem to focus on her approaching fainting spell, or her newly rushed arranged marriage. Her eyes are locked on the large portrait of Venus lying on the drawing room floor, thrown to the ground in her father's anger. There was only two things Florence truly wanted at that moment:

A swift, painless death.

Or, her sister's eyes (staring back at her lifelessly) gouged and handed to her on a silver platter.

“May God never let me come across you, Venus, because this betrayal is one that will not be forgiven mercifully.”

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tangent101 · 1 year ago

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You're right.

Fortunately, of all the Gods for FCG to fixate on... he picked one of the more decent ones. And I think the Changebringer is someone who wouldn't take advantage of FCG's need to fit in.

However, there is one aspect of what Ashton did with FCG which I think is positive and decent because... he saw Laudna rip FCG apart over FCG's joy of having found someone like himself that he loves. And FCG immediately started to question himself and question what he had and say "I'll ignore it. It's not important."

And that is a lie. It's a lie that ultimately hurts FCG... and Laudna did not mean it, Laudna has been dealing with some intense trauma and grief... and it's kind of funny in that Laudna is now acting very much like FCG did and I could see him calling her out on her hypocrisy.

Except Laudna wasn't yelling at FCG for his love of FRIDA. She was yelling about how her time sucked and she perceived them having a grand old time which is ironic given all the horrible shit that kept happening to Team Wildemount that just got brushed under the rug. And the crazy thing is? No one among Team Wildemount mentioned that FCG almost attacked everyone and that only FRIDA managed to talk him down. And that he's STILL hella stressed out! (Hopefully two days of downtime from having to wait for the staff to recharge will have reduced the stress he's under.)

So, what did Ashton do? "Tell me all about your boyfriend."

He wants FCG to remember FRIDA. He wants FCG to have someone to live for, and not to be all "eyes on the prize" because he knows Laudna is just in a bad place right now. And I would not be at all surprised if we see several times moving forward for Ashton to ask for more details on FRIDA. To remind FCG of FRIDA so that FCG doesn't just "put it aside" but remains having something to live for.

Because yes. Ashton is so very tired of trying to save FCG from himself... and seeing his small friend actually be happy for once? He's overjoyed by this! He loves FCG in his own way like a big brother and he's concerned by FCG's self-destructive tendencies... as we saw during the teleport mishap when Sam deliberately brought FCG to a Killer Bot Moment even with FRIDA by his side. Ashton wants to have FCG be selfish for a change... because that is needed for FCG's mental health. It's something FCG has ignored for a long time.

So... I think it was a good thing.

Going off on a less-related tangent here as is my wont so if you're uninterested in Laudna/Imogen musings, just ignore what's under the cut.

It's like... Laudna couldn't afford the class trip to Spain. Her best friend did, but almost all of her friends left, except for Orym and Ashton and they worked in a miserable McDonalds and the fucking restaurant burned to the ground because one of the employees had a beef with the owner and tried to kill everyone.

And even during that horrible time... Laudna still had some moments of peace and joy and connecting with people. She made friends with Prism (which kind of didn't go well when Prism promptly said Orym was her bestie and didn't the two of them basically beat up that pyro Bor'Dor together?) and had some truly enjoyable moments with Deni$e who insists on that weird symbol in her name. But the memory of Bor'Dor throwing boiling hot grease at everyone and setting things on fire... that's what she remembers most of all.

Meanwhile Imogen and everyone missed their flight and had to wait for a couple of days in the airport until things got figured out and she had no cellphone reception and she just wanted to go home and then they got to Spain! It was wonderful! It was fantastic! And then she got food poisoning and was in the fucking hospital after one day of fun where she got Laudna this really nice corset and some pretty gloves and everyone else had romantic adventures while she was stuck in the hospital with an IV to keep her hydrated.

And Imogen isn't going to tell Laudna that "I was in the hospital the whole time" because Laudna went through hell and during that same time her own hell was just wishing desperately she was home with Laudna and then realizing "I'm in love with her!"

The first moment she got alone with her? She asks for a kiss. And Laudna realizes she is loved. But she already tore into FCG and he's doubting what he has with FRIDA who is going off to college so they're not going to get to talk much and... best to just put it aside. And it's not what Laudna intended. She just had a really sucky time, as did Imogen... and FCG doesn't want to admit that he suffered a really bad panic attack and only barely avoided throwing fists at his friends because FRIDA kissed him and had him do breathing exercises to calm down and yet FCG is still just... stressed and missing FRIDA something fierce.

I'm so happy about Imogen and Laudna but I can't help but feel sad about FCG, and I think I've worked out why.

When we compare what Imogen and Laudna have with FCG and FRIDA, it makes it clear the difference between a long and true love built on friendship and a romance built on infatuation. These two automatons finally met someone they had a bunch in common with and immediately fell in love, Romeo and Juliet style. As in stupid love. Romeo and Juliet were young, dumb and full of daggers. FCG only has a few years of memories and has been blown away by this more put-together version of themself. Suddenly, they were ready to attach all their self worth to this person, to the point where just a bit of attention from FRIDA is enough to distract FCG from their impending breakdown.

And now FRIDA is gone, and they know they have a job to do and need to be fine. They can't afford to let themselves feel abandoned or lonely. They try to downplay their own feelings, try to minimise their pain. That's what they need to do to be useful. Suddenly they are back in the company of the people they care about most in the world, but it's a little colder. Nobody cares about FCG the way FRIDA does. Except, maybe...

Ashton and FCG FINALLY have a one-on-one chat with each other, but while most people seem to be celebrating them supporting each other and being happy for each other, I'm looking at it like

Because Ashton is having a manic episode. I've been there. They are there calling themself worthless, calling themself ineffective. They are trashing themself and swearing to turn over a new leaf, be useful and heroic. They are on a mission, moving so quickly and purposefully that everyone around them seems to be slowing down. Suddenly they are frustrated and disgusted by the same self destructive behaviour that has always been woven into their character. And hating it in themself, they start to hate it reflected in others. Especially FCG, who deserves better, and they've always thought so. But success! FCG is in a loving relationship now. It's different from their weird, co-dependent friendship. Because of course it is. Now surely FCG has a reason to live. And Ashton can finally relax and stop trying to save FCG. They can stop focusing on themselves and focus on the goal. After all, they both feel better now, right?

Right.

FCG, on the other hand, is hearing Ashton go off and feeling happy for them! Because FCG is just as brain broke as Ashton. FCG thinks it's cool and normal to throw yourself into a new lifestyle because you don't like or trust yourself. They just committed themself to the worship of a goddess they barely know! And also the Changebringer!

"I am so tired of saving you from yourself."

What a thing to say to FCG, who is constantly trying to save everyone else. Ashton doesn't mean it in a bad way, they are just not seeing the full picture. They think FCG's slef destructive problems are kinda solved now. FCG has a boyfriend after all.

To be clear, FCG isn't offended either. They would be tired of saving themself too. They are already pretty convinced of their own lack of value, beyond their utility to others. In the future, I think they'll hesitate to tell Ashton when they're not doing well. Because Ashton was so happy when he thought he didn't need to save FCG any more.

They're still close to snapping. They will probably snap soon. We will just need to wait and see what happens when they do.

But what do I know, it's fuckin Sam Riegel, he will probably have FCG double down and become a full blown Gods squad religious nut and still make us cry somehow.

#fcg #critical role spoilers #critical role #ashton greymoore #imogen temult #laudna #fresh cut grass #frida #fcg x frida

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crumbledcastle28 · 2 years ago

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Azriel Shadowsinger: Not Tonight

Pairing: Azriel x fem!reader (she/her)

Excerpt: “‘I don’t want you in control. Not tonight. Tonight…’

Your eyes remained locked on his as you sank to your knees. Your dress pooling around your legs.

‘…I want to be.’”

Warnings: MAJOR sub!azriel, I mean major major sub!azriel, smut, sucking dick, face riding, the girl is wearing a corset top, an almost panic attack, the inner circle is here for like two seconds, Feyre says fancy mythology things (probably incorrect), I think that’s it.

A/N: Thank you @cityofidek for requesting my favorite thing to write in the entire fucking world. This is pretty dirty, so I apologize if that wasn’t the intention haha. @leahkenobi just pretend you don’t know me. Thank you to anyone who reads my work. You guys mean the world :)

If you’d like to leave a like, comment, ask, or reblog, it would be much appreciated <3

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You followed him into the House of Wind, watching the muscles underneath the cloth of his shirt flex from the strain of his wings. He had a way of walking that was not cocky, but not modest either. You grinned, hearing Emerie’s voice in your head, and feeling the ache already pulsing in your core.

It only got worse when dinner began.

You sat across from him—close enough to touch the tips of his kneecaps with your own—giving you the view you had been waiting for since the day he left.

Broad shoulders, messy hair, tan skin, perfect teeth, hazel eyes, a dusting of freckles, and wings over half the length of Rhysand’s dining table.

You hadn’t seen him for weeks—weeks—and the first night he comes back is the monthly court dinner.

Of course.

You could have sworn the violet in Rhysand’s eyes twinkled with knowing when he reminded you of this, and your nails dug into your palms in hope that you wouldn’t show the weakness he was looking for.

“What?” you asked him, folding your arms defensively. “Is there a problem with that?”

“Not with me,” he replied, grinning like a cheshire. “I can guarantee it is for some else though.”

Rhysand was right. The normally-masked heat of arousal and frustration radiating off of Azriel was apparent to everyone in the room, and the mix of the view of his chest and the feeling of his leg had your own scent nearly overwhelming his.

You locked eyes with him, and visions of what he imagined doing to you coated their burned-hazel tone as bolts of arousal were sent through your bond

The table flipped, your dress ripped to shreds, your back turned to him, and his pace so deliciously slow inside of you that your whines coated the screams in his head. His hands clutched around your breasts, fitting every inch in his palms easily, and his hot breath against your ear, whispering how much he fucking missed you and needed you—

“Let’s eat,” Rhysand said, clearing his throat awkwardly. You jolted in your seat, blinking rapidly.

Azriel’s gaze never left yours. All he did was smirk.

~*~

You would thank the gods every day for Cassian, because if he hadn’t been distracting Azriel every two seconds with a question about Briallyn’s whereabouts, your self-control would have shattered.

His glances. His presence. His cologne. His mouth. His tongue. His throat. His hands as he sipped his wine.

All of them affected you. All of them.

And you knew, from both the look in his eye and the weeks of being apart, that he expected nothing less.

And he was so fucking smug about it.

You ground your teeth, breathing heavily, practically fuming, as conversations continued on around you. Cursing yourself for the way he was playing you, and winning.

Your dress was too tight, his gaze was too hot, and the voices around you were beginning to choke you from the inside out. So much so that Feyre’s call of your name completely passed over you.

“Y/N,” she called again, stern enough to make you jump. Your fork dropped from your hand, clattering against your golden plate. You faced her quickly and placed your hands in your lap.

She could sound like a High Lady when she wanted to. You tended to forget that.

“I am sorry Feyre,” you said, shaking your head. You tried to swallow down your daze. “Do you need something?”

She smiled, sweetly, but there was something beneath her gaze. Your heart pounded that much quicker.

“Yes,” she said, still sustaining her grin. “I was wondering if you knew of the goddess Nemesis?”

The sounds of eating, chewing, and talking, went suddenly silent.

This proved to you that her question had nothing to do with what she was previously talking about. Luckily, it seemed that Rhysand was just as confused as you were. Your throat tightened, so much so it became hard to swallow.

Feyre was your friend, and you could see in her eye that she had some sort of agenda behind the question, so you tried your best to play along with whatever she was getting at.

“Ye-yes, yes I know of her,” you said, finding your voice. “The goddess of retribution.”

“Yes,” Feyre replied. “And the daughter of Nyx.”

You nodded. She smiled wider, and the reflection of the setting sun in her pale-blue eyes reminded you how much of a goddess she was herself.

“Are you familiar with her involvement with the hunter Narcissus?” she asked, and sipped her wine. You didn’t know how it was possible for someone to drink and grin at the same time.

“Yes, I am,” you began. “Narcissus was an extremely young man whose beauty attracted the interest of a nymph called Echo. When she revealed her love, Narcissus rejected her and asked her to leave him alone. Heartbroken, Echo left and began roaming alone.”

Feyre nodded, urging you to go on, at the same time that Az pressed his leg against the softness of your own. Your eyes glanced towards his, and his dark eyes were illuminated by an afterglow of interest.

So, you continued.

“The sad ending of Echo enraged the goddess of revenge, Nemesis, who decided to punish Narcissus. One day, Nemesis lured the young man to drink water from a pool with calm mirror-like water. Narcissus saw his reflection on the water and fell in love with it.”

Feyre hummed, satisfied.

“And Narcissus died shortly after,” she said. “I have always loved that story.”

“Loved?” Cassian questioned, raising his eyebrows. “What part of a story of vengeance is to be loved?”

“It is not just a story of vengeance,” Feyre countered. “Narcissius rejected all romantic advances and was only able to fall in love with his reflection, making him exactly what his name describes: a narcissist.”

You brought your eyebrows together in thought.

Your mind was close to her own. You could feel it.

“He would only ever be satisfied with himself, and the women attracted to him were nothing to him,” she said, huffing a laugh.

Her eyes locked with yours.

“In my opinion,” she said, picking up her wine once more, “Nemesis merely put him in his place.”

It was then that the shades of blue in her eyes, her feline smile, and the point of her story sprinkled over you like a cold rain.

Put him in his place. Don’t let him win.

As the realization rose, your confidence rose with it. Your back straightened, your body loosened, and your lungs filled with much needed breath.

“Agreed,” you said, and your smile matched her own.

She nodded, winking at you, and went back to her previous conversation.

You took your cold glass of water and brought it to your lips, enjoying how its frigidness coated your throat. It cooled from the inside out—centering you. Your hands had stopped their shaking.

As you sipped you looked up at Azriel, whose face was still painted with arrogance and cocksure.

This time, however, you met it with your own, and you could have sworn Azriel sank lower in his seat.

~*~

Azriel had no idea what the Hel Feyre had just said, but whatever it was clearly affected you. It was like you had shed a skin, awakening a part of yourself that was growing larger and larger by the second.

He didn’t know if he had ever been so desperate for you in his life, and he didn’t care that his entire family knew it.

He wanted you under him—begging, pleading, crying for more—but something about the way you were looking at him made him think you didn’t want that. You wanted something else—something that you would be willing to take.

It was his turn for sweaty hands and a rabid heart.

The two of you managed to keep normal conversations going throughout the dinner, keeping your looks to primarily glances and bumping into each other’s legs, but your scent continued to fill him up. As soon as he’d get caught up in a conversation, his mind on the cusp of forgetting your shared state, you’d fill him up again, and his blood would boil under his skin.

He didn’t know if The Town House would still be standing after the two of you were done.

A small grin etched along your perfect face when he sent the image down the bond.

“Dessert?” Rhysand offered, with a tone suggesting he already knew Azriel’s answer.

Az took in a breath, ready to respond for the both of you, but you beat him to it.

“No thank you,” you said, and stood. Your wooden chair screeched against the hard flood. “We’ll be leaving now. Thank you for everything. Both of you.”

You thanked both Rhys and Feyre with your eyes, but Az noticed you looking at Feyre for a few seconds longer, and he had never wished for the gift of a daemati more than then.

You said your goodbyes to everyone as Azriel stood from the table, and without even a glance his way, you departed from the dining room into the brisk air of the night. Obviously expecting him to follow.

He huffed a laugh before saying, “it was nice to see you all.”

“It was nice to see you too, brother,” Cassian said.

If there was one thing Cassian was bad at, it was hiding his emotions. The broad smile plastered across his face proved that enough.

“I have a feeling we won’t be seeing you for some time?”

His mate next to him let out a rare chuckle, as did the rest of the table.

Azriel just breathed. Taking all of it. “Enjoy your dessert.”

He then walked from the table, buttoning up his coat as he walked. His speed increased after each step, and he pulled open the hazelnut-stained door without hesitation.

Without a question, he enveloped you in his darkness, gripping your sides and holding you close.

“You too!” he heard Amren exclaim as you were both lifted from the grass.

~*~

His mouth met your own before his feet touched the floor.

He tasted of fresh tomatoes and burnt bread, as well as savory wine. His tongue wasted no time in dominating your own as he pushed you back towards the wall.

“Azriel,” you whispered, managing to pull him away from you, and he brought his teeth to your neck.

“Y/N,” he replied, still nipping. His hot breaths shot chills down your body like lightning, and his hands began to drift from your sides to the center of your skirt. Your back was inches from the wall, and every bone in your body was aching to just let him do it. Let him have you. Let him take you.

Not tonight.

Your mind desired otherwise.

You planted your feet, digging your heels into the carpeting of his bedroom floor, effectively stopping him in his tracks.

His body froze, and he pulled away. Completely taking his hands off you. The look on his face was priceless.

“Did I…” he said. Backing away. His swollen lips and flaring wings threatened to undo you. “Did I do too much? I am sorry—

You smiled. “Azriel.”

Your breathless tone sent the tent in his pants higher.

“I want you,” you whispered, and brought your hands to his chest. “I want you right here…”

You pushed him forward. Slowly. His eyes widened in realization as you walked.

“…right now” you finished, and his back hit the closed door with a thud. “I don’t want you in control. Not tonight. Tonight…”

Your eyes remained locked on his as you sank to your knees. Your dress pooling around your legs.

“…I want to be.”

And in that moment, Azriel’s typically dark, dominating eyes—forced to make tough calls, inflict pain, and risk his life for the ones he loves—submitted to the gold of their hazel coloring. They were lighter than you had ever seen them before, and his jaw went slack at the sight of you beneath him.

“Is that okay?” you asked huskily, tilting your head to the side with a smirk.

Azriel blinked. Then blinked again. He swallowed roughly, loud enough for you to hear, before sending down the largest wave of arousal down the bond that you had ever felt.

You whined at the feeling—arching against the floor for any sort of relief—before he nodded.

“Yes,” he said, and you smiled. Sweat was already beginning to culminate on his forehead.

“Good,” you said, looking up at him with darkened eyes. “Now take your clothes off.”

~*~

Azriel did not need to be told twice. He had his upper-half stripped before you could even blink, throwing the pieces somewhere behind you, before reaching for his belt.

His hands were shaking so harshly he could not grasp the buckle, and you chuckled beneath him.

“I’ve got you,” you whispered, and any thoughts in his brain besides how you looked and sounded evaporated from his brain.

You brought your steady hands to his buckle and slipped it through the leather, letting his pants fall to the floor. His hands fell to his side—unsure of what to do. Unsure if he would last longer than a few seconds with you. Not like this.

“Can I take these off?” you asked, reaching your nail under his waistband.

“Please,” he heard himself say.

You smiled. “Good.”

You dragged down his underwear to his ankles, springing his dick to his stomach. His face flushed.

You dragged a finger down his shaft, so slowly it almost pained him, and he whined.

“May I?” you asked, still tracing him with the pad of your pointer finger.

He nodded, face contorting in desperation. Beads of sweat were culminating down his hairline and beginning to drip down his face.

“Say it.”

“Yes Y/N. Please.”

And then you took the entirety of him in your mouth, and the last shards of Azriel’s self-restraint imploded.

His eyesight was plastered with stars and his knees weakened against your heat. His eyes fluttered shut in bliss, and the noise he let out—

He felt you smile against him and take him deeper, deeper, deeper.

Azriel’s hands remained firmly at his sides until you brought them to your hair, and he brushed his nails against your scalp.

“Feels—so good,” he managed to get out. He had never sounded less like the Spymaster of the Night Court, but he had never cared less. “You’re—you’re perfect.”

You laughed around his length, licking a strip up to his lower stomach.

“Keep talking.”

And he did.

Through pants and groans and whines, Azriel’s tongue became his paint brush, drawing and sketching you into time with his words.

Perfection.

Mate.

Beautiful.

Endless.

Heaven.

Yours. I’m yours.

By the time he was beginning to fuck into your mouth, he was practically sputtering psalms.

“Gods,” he groaned, holding your head gently as he thrusted into you. “Gods Y/N I can’t—I’ve gotta come. Please.”

You looked up at him, tears in your eyes, and swirled your tongue around him. You cupped his balls, and with one final thrust, he released into you.

In his bliss, he could only think of how lucky he was.

Salt coated his lips when he finally regained consciousness, just as you finished kitten-licking the tiny beads of release that had coated his thighs.

“Did you—swallow? All of it?”

You hummed. “All of it.”

~*~

You saw the shock in his eyes. As well as his need to climax you enough times for you to forget your name.

But you were not done yet.

“Easy handsome,” you said, licking your lips and tracing his clenched thighs with your nails. “I know what I want from you.”

His steadied breathing became faster and faster as you spoke, and the look of him; tattoos covered in sweat, wings flared and twitching, throat bobbing, chest heaving.

You couldn’t have gotten luckier. You really couldn’t have.

And you would continue to prove that to him.

You pressed kisses to his still twitching cock as you stood on shaky legs, feeling how utterly drenched you were in your underwear, and Az whined with each peck.

He moved his hands down to your waist, steadying you against him, and you smiled up at him. Pure love in both of your eyes, with Azriel’s gold completely covering his darkness.

You loved him like this the most—blissed out, and happy. Grateful.

“I’m gonna turn you around, okay?”

He nodded. Repeatedly. His eagerness was beginning to poke through.

You laughed. “Okay.”

And you positioned yourself against the door, spinning him to face you.

He immediately reached for the strings of your corset top, still shaking, but you stopped him.

“No,” you said, and brought your hands up his naked arms, tracing every muscle and tattoo as you did.

A flush came to his cheeks again, and his muscles flexed as you glided over them. If you didn’t know him better, you would think it was coincidental.

You reached his shoulders and brushed his curls from his face, before pushing him down.

And down.

Until one of the most powerful Illyrian warriors to ever exist was on his knees before you, lifting up the skirt of your dress, and kissing up your leg.

“Good,” you whispered. “That’s good. Just like that.”

He exhaled a hot breath against you, sending chills up into your skull, and he rose and rose up to your underwear until his entire head was hidden underneath your skirt.

You arched against him as he pulled your underwear down with his teeth, and you continued your praises.

“Fuck Azriel,” you said. “I can only imagine how pretty you look right now.”

A groan came from under the fabric.

You wished everyone in the Night Court knew how badly the deadly Spymaster enjoyed being called pretty.

“Eat me out now,” you whispered.

And he did.

Fuck did he ever.

He started with strips, teasing you, just as you asked, before delving in completely, so harshly that he began raising you off the floor.

The room was soon filled with your pants and whines, as well as your constant praise and instruction.

Higher baby.

Gods you sound so good.

I missed you so fucking much.

You’re perfect at this. Like you’re made for me.

There—right there.

My perfect mate.

It was when he began torturing you with his mouth and coaxing your clit with his fingers that your climax was on the brink of explosion.

“Almost there—almost there Azriel you’re doing perfectly.”

He groaned in response, and you noticed his empty hand beginning to drift down to his pants. But he hesitated.

“Touch yourself Azriel,” you said huskily, panting. He didn’t hesitate.

With the band in your belly becoming closer and closer to snapping, Azriel between your legs attending to your every beck and call, and the dizzying feeling that was sex with your mate, your mind was drenched in a haze of ecstasy.

“So…so close,” you whispered, continued to arch and lurch and ride into his mouth. “Are you?”

He nodded. Good.

With one last kiss to your clit, your body went under the too-familiar wave. With one last second of consciousness, however, you reached your hand forward and stroked down Azriel’s wing just so.

The both of you erupted together—Azriel’s siphons filled the room with their dark blue, and your soul warmed with it. No other shade of blue would ever be enough for you.

You blinked, finally seeing color instead of a blur of stars, and tears of pleasure were dribbling down your cheeks. The feeling in your legs returned slowly, and you were met with Azriel kissing down them before coming out from beneath the satin fabric.

He remained on his knees, but his face was coated with your pleasure, as well as a smile with enough power to bring you down to your own.

“How’d I do?” he asked. Genuinely.

You ran your hair through his thick, curling hair, and said, “Perfectly.”

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Omfg you’re bully!Gabriel had me weak in the knees!!! Please make a second part! I’d very much appreciate it!!!

hnng after writing these college au prompts i am actually convinced this is peak content//fem!reader in this one homies

The semester had started just a few weeks ago but you dove headfirst into your studies like a madman. Carefully studying your textbook and making notes for chapters well in advance, this was the part of your studies that invigorated you the most. You truly enjoyed the material and what would seem like a chore to anyone else was an odd thrill to you. Not only that, but studying was enriching and you hoped your future would benefit from your dedication to your field. Still, you missed socializing with your friends.

In fact, since your encounter with Gabe, you had become a recluse. The last thing you wanted was to chance another run-in with him. It must’ve gotten him off knowing he had such an effect on you, but you didn’t care to indulge him any further than that. So, you continued your studies but never stayed on campus long enough to fraternize with anyone. After class, you went straight to the comfort of your dorm, where you were sure to be safe.

Your dorm mate, Angela, was your only source of interaction. The two of you got along well, both hardworking students. You understood each other, it had been a blessing that she was assigned as your roommate. And she was happy to be your shoulder to lean on while you were keeping to yourself, allowing you to rant about your courses and professors as you pleased. But to your dismay, Angela had grown concerned for you. Obviously you had undergone a change of some kind, one that was affecting you for the worse.

“You know,” she chided, “I can’t be your only source of comfort. I love you, honey, but what’s going on with you?”

You sighed, not wanted to go through the stress of explaining anything to her, “I just…I don’t know. College, I guess.”

“My God, you’re a terrible liar,” she scoffed, “Am I going to have to mother you like this the whole semester?”

“I mean…” you rolled onto your back, looking up at her from your mattress, “am I so needy that I’m becoming a nuisance?”

Angela giggled and sat against your mattress on the floor, meeting your eyes with her icy blues, “I’m just worried. We should go out sometime together. You know, somewhere that’s not here.”

You shrugged, “Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad. But I have some exams coming up that I have to study for…”

She cut you off, “You’ve been studying for those exams for weeks. Come on, it’s Halloween season, you know. Ana is hosting a costume party and I’m just dying to go, I have the cutest angel outfit, wanna see?”

“Jesus, it’s almost November, and then December. Angela, before we know it, the semester’s over!” you propped yourself up on your elbows, “Ugh. Whatever. I kinda wanna see your costume, though. What’re you going for, like a Victoria’s Secret vibe or like Catholic school stage play angel?”

“That’s the best part,” she jumped up, headed for the closet, “it’s both!”

Seeing her so excited made you match her energy. It had been some time since you dressed up for Halloween. And you’d never been to a costume party before, let alone a college party. It sounded like great fun.

Angela emerged from the closet, glowing brightly from the sequins of her white dress. She looked radiant, the corset of the dress fit snuggly around her waist and the short skirt puffed around her hips. It seemed like the dress had been made for her. She flashed you a beaming smile, “What do you think? Isn’t it cute? Oh, you have to come to the party. We should have matching costumes!”

You were never as giddy as when you were with Angela. She brought out the girly side of you that laid dorment whenever you were enveloped in your coursework. You stood up and fiddled with the wings attached to her back, “It’s so cute on you, Angie, but I couldn’t pull something like that off. Plus, it suits you better.”

She pushed your hand away and began to take the wings off of her, “Try it, at least. See if you like it.”

The pajamas you had on would certainly look silly with the wings, you thought, but she insisted. The elastic bands pulled at your shoulders and chaffed your skin. You examined yourself in the mirror, clearly uncomfortable.

“Seriously, Angie, you’re much more the angel type,” you started, already taking off the wings, “I don’t know. I think I’d like to go to the party, but I have no idea what I’d go as.”

She hummed inquisitively, examining you like the fairy godmother of your dreams, “They have those Halloween stores this time of year. Why don’t we shop around today, get you ready for the party. It’s not until the weekend anyways, plenty of time to get you dolled up.”

You agreed, no longer hesitant and finally ready to leave your books and pajamas behind. The two of you set off to a large strip mall just outside campus that had been decorated to theme. Purple and orange garlands framed the stores and pumpkins littered the ground with the vibrant fall leaves. Angela led you by the hand to a large department store full of costumes. Witches, clowns, a bloody nurse, a zombie maid, and a very tempting banana suit. But none of them seemed to appeal to you.

“Oh my gosh, this is perfect for you!” Angela almost squealed in excitement.

“What is it?” you asked, discarding a pirate wench’s corset dress.

She lifted up a plaid, pleated skirt shorter than your own underwear, “Slutty schoolgirl, what do you think? I mean, it’s basically what you wear everyday. Just slut-ified.”

“Great…” you groaned, turning away from her and averting your attention to a werewolf mask on the make up shelf next to you.

It had masks and palettes with artificial blood. Strange to think people willingly put that stuff on their face. Lord knows what was in those things. The palettes were cheap and certainly weren’t made from the highest quality face products. You could already feel your skin breaking out just by being in proximity to them.

“Oh,” you heard Angela raise her voice behind you, “what’s this?”

She picked up some sort of pencil, it looked like an eyebrow pencil but the tip was a much darker black than what you had seen. She looked at the pencil, then at you, then the pencil again. Her brain was brewing up an idea that you weren’t sure you were going to like.

“You know, there is a universal Halloween costume that I know you will like,” she began, “something so basic but so cute that you can’t possibly say no to it!”

You were not sure where she was getting this newfound confidence from, but she had your attention by the way she was selling her idea. “And that is?” you asked.

“A black cat!” she opened her mouth in feigned shock, “My goodness, what an idea! And I could be a witch! Oh, that’d be so adorable! Oh, let’s do it!”

“What about your angel costume?” you asked.

“Oh, well. I mean, I just had to buy the wings, I already had that dress from my sweet sixteen. Or was it prom? Can’t remember,” she shrugged, “Come on, let’s pick out a witch costume and see what else they have for you, my kitty.”

Angela was already getting into character, there was certainly no swaying her now. Besides, going as a cat wasn’t so bad. She was right, it would be cute couple’s costume. You sighed, “Alright, let’s go.”

You felt like an actual pet being led by Angela as she scoured the aisles looking for accessories for the both of you. In the end, she decided on some fluffy cat ears that tied around your own, a thin choker attached to a leash and a flattering black skin suit fitted with a fuzzy tail. For herself, she found a short witch’s dress with matching gloves, a hat, and a wooden broom, of course. Both of you went into the fitting rooms to try on your outfits. Your suit hugged your curves and complimented the shape of your body. The leash, in your humble opinion, was a little much for you, but Angela insisted upon it. You were surprised with the quality of the costume and were content to wear it for the party. Angela was too, happily praising her own styling intuition. It was beginning to darken outside and the two of you headed back to your dorm after a successful day of shopping.

——

Your days were starting to look brighter. There was something to look forward to and because of the busy fall season, you were able to keep to yourself. Angela wasn’t pestering you about leaving the dorm and your anxieties about Gabe were getting weaker by the day. If this was becoming your new norm, it wasn’t so bad.

The party came sooner than expected and you were nervous as ever the day of. To you knowledge, only Angela and a couple of people you knew would be in attendance. Ana was an acquaintance, you had seen her at the library cafe from time to time and waved to her, but the two of you had completely different majors. She was close to Angela, but you didn’t know much else about her.

Angela said there would be boys too, much to your dismay. There were two suitors of hers she was anticipating to meet. One of which was Genji. You shared your comp sci class with him and he was a good guy as far as you were concerned. He was cute and seemed like a good fit for her. Then there was Jack. You’d seen him with Gabe, and that was as much information as you needed to know about him. He seemed cocky, probably only wanted Angela for her looks, something to show off at parties. You told her you much preferred Genji, and she agreed.

“But men have to earn you,” she said, “or else it’s too easy for them. It’s like playing tug of war with a puppy. You know you’re going to win, but it’s no fun for them that way.”

“Um,” you started reluctantly, “I don’t know if that’s true at all.”

“Oh, what do you know about boys, you’re still a virgin!” she giggled at herself and your cheeks burned red.

“Whatever…” you replied, “how big is this party going to be? I might have to cling to you.”

“Oh, you’ll definitely have to cling to me. Why do you think I insisted on matching?” she said, patting her face with blush.

“You’re okay with me being so clingy?” you asked.

“I’m well used to it by now,” she smiled at you, brushing her hair.

“I’m not usually like this, you know,” you started, “it’s just been so weird lately.”

“Dont worry about it. If you need me, I’ll be here. Let’s just enjoy our time tonight, yea?” her words soothed you and the two of you agreed to ride whatever wave of emotion you were on until it subsided. You weren’t sure where you would be without Angela holding your hand through this. Her words about you being a virgin reminded you again of Gabe and you wondered if he would show his face at the party. Jack was going, sure, but probably only to met Angela there. Gabe definitely didn’t seem the type to go to a costume party and you doubted he even knew Ana or Angela very well if at all. You deserved some time away from all the drama and stress of college, you thought. This was the perfect opportunity to decompress and allow yourself some fun.

Once the two of you were dressed and made up, you eagerly drove out to Ana’s house in the suburbs. It was festive, the lawn was decorated with skeletons, bones, tombstones, and a blown-up haunted house gated the entrance. Ana was waiting outside, dressed like a pirate with a fake parrot over her shoulder. Her smile was inviting and she welcomed you with open arms.

“Argh mateys,” she mustered her best pirate voice, though it wasn’t very convincing, “are ye ready to party?”

“What is wrong with you?” Angela scoffed, “That voice is painful.”

“Fine, but you can’t tell me this isn’t the best pirate costume you have ever seen,” Ana retorted. It really was, you had to admit. The neutral leathers of her belt complimented her white blouse and flowing pants.

“The boots are a nice touch, with the heels and all,” you complimented her with a smile.

“Don’t entertain her,” Angela chided, “it’ll go right to her head.”

“Not as fast as the rum will,” Ana opened the door to her house and gestures for the two of you to come inside.

The interior was just as festive. It was illuminated by purple string lights and tv screens playing old horror movies you didn’t recognize. Bottles of liquor and fruit juice lined the kitchen along with bowls of snacks and candy. You were tempted to drift away from Angela that instant, but she pulled you by the hand to a crowd of people on the couch.

There was Genji. Dressed as a flashing neon green power ranger, smiling from ear to ear and looking directly at Angela. He was like a fool in love, it was sweet to witness. With him was another man who looked a couple years older than him, same black hair but longer and tied back. He wore a beautiful black suit, Men in Black, maybe? There was no obvious indication of what his costume was. Across the boys were two girls, one with a high ponytail in a graceful ballet dress and another with a striking duo-toned black and white updo that flattered her pained green skin. Bride of Frankenstein, easily the best costume you’d seen yet. You didn’t recognize any of them, but Angela was quick to introduce you.

“Scoot over, Genji. Make some room for us,” Angela patted the spot next to her and you sat, “Have you met Hanzo before? He’s Genji’s brother.”

Hanzo gave you a curt nod, said something to Genji, and returned his attention to his drink. You met the attention of the girl in the ponytail across from him.

“Hi,” you extended a hand, “I don’t think we’ve met, what’s your-“

“Amelie,” she replied before you finished, her tongue was sweet and smooth as silk, “This is my friend, Olivia.”

“Friends, are we?” she laughed, looked at you, “nice to meet you, heard a lot about you.”

“Me?” you asked puzzled.

“Uh-huh,” she rose from her seat, “excuse me, there’s someone I have to met.”

Something about her tone left you feeling uneasy, like there was some nefarious plan you weren’t left privy to. But Angela kept you from thinking any further into it, offering you a bottle of beer.

“No thanks,” you said, “I don’t know if we should be drinking tonight.”

Her and Genji laughed, “You’re at a party, honey,” she wrapped your fingers around the bottle, “live a little, yea?”

And you did. Although Hanzo seemed stone cold, he loosened up with a few drinks and was eager to chat with you and the group. He told you stories of his childhood with Genji in Japan. There was a lot to learn from him and Genji often interrupted his brother before he was about to say something extremely embarrassing. You and Amelie bonded over a few drinks, both of you being impartial to beer, she offered you mixed fruit drinks instead. She had you giggling like a school girl as she played with your costume.

“I wanted to be cat woman,” she explain, “but didn’t have the time to prepare a proper costume. You look exquisite.”

It made you blush, though it was hardly noticeable through your drunken red face, “I think you would’ve made a great cat woman. You’re a beautiful ballerina.”

She cackled, very amused at your joke. You didn’t quite understand what was so funny, but you gave a light chuckle to entertain her, “Look at you, you’re laughing and yet you have no idea why.”

You weren’t sure if she was mocking you or genuinely thought you were endearing, “Sorry, maybe it’s the alcohol.”

“Well, you two are really enjoying each other’s company!” Angela remarked, “Wanna go outside for a bit? I have to touch up my makeup, the heat in here is unbearable.”

“Sure,” you replied, you weren’t sure what she had in mind, but she came to the party with a plan and you intended to help her, “Amelie? Want to join us?”

The three of you took your leave and left the two brothers behind. You followed Angela to the back of the house with Amelie in tow. It was much quieter and intimate, a nice relief from the crowded party.

“Ugh, I’m starting to drink too much,” Angela bemoaned, taking a breath of the fresh air, “if Jack doesn’t come soon I might just fall asleep in Genji’s arms.”

“Jesus, Angela,” you reprimanded her, “why even bother with Jack? You’re playing those two boys.”

“I admire you, Angela,” Amelie said and turned to you, putting a gentle hand on your shoulder, “those two boys need something to play with or they tire quickly. You’re too innocent, dear. These are just the ways of a masterful seductress.”

The two girls laughed among themselves. You sighed, “Not you too, Amelie. This is just cruel. Genji is so sweet, he really brings out the best in you. And Jack…he’s so upity.”

“Why don’t you just take Genji for yourself, then,” Amelie suggested.

“What? No way, he’s not even into me. I’m not into him, either. But him and Angela really make a cute couple,” you said, looking to Angela. She seemed to be eating up the conversation with a satisfied grin.

“Oh? What are you into, then? Not the nerdy type…maybe the jocks? Oh, don’t tell me, you’re into Jack, aren’t you?” Amelie was being obviously playful, but you weren’t sober enough to detect it.

“No! You know there are more boy on this planet than Genji and Jack, right? Ugh, never,” you leaned against the wall, arms folded.

“Okay, let’s see. What about Hanzo? He’s handsome,” she remarked.

“I don’t know, I don’t really like to think about boys like that. I’m way too busy with school,” you said, fiddling with the leash that dangled onto your chest.

“I think you’re getting somewhere Amelie!” Angela was engrossed, hanging on the every word.

“Maybe not Hanzo. Then who else can I think of. Oh, of course! You go to the same school as Gabriel Reyes, don’t you?,” she spoke intently, closely examining your face.

At the sound of his name you couldn’t help the way your body responded. You froze, almost shuddered, and you legs involuntarily squeezed together. The heat in your face was almost unbearable, “What? Why would you even bring him up?”

Amelie chuckled and coiled a finger around the ends of her ponytail, “Just curious. He’s the biggest name at your university besides Jack, thought you might know him.”

“I don’t,” you practically snapped, like a cornered dog, “I’m sorry.”

Your own reaction stunned you once you directed the rude reply at Amelie. You had only met her just a bit ago and were projecting whatever conflicting feelings you had about Gabriel Reyes onto her. It was embarrassing. You didn’t dare look at either of the girls as you excused yourself back into the party.

It had grown louder since you first arrived. Something had changed the mood, everyone was jumping energetically to the music with alcohol in hand. You tried to make your way to something familiar, but you were lost in the sea of people. Navigating through the house seemed impossible, but you managed to stumble your way into the kitchen, holding an empty red cup close to your chest.

“Hey,” you heard a familiar voice faintly next to you. Turning your head, you noticed Olivia trying to get your attention, “You’re Angela’s friend, right?”

You nodded. She smiled, “You’re not with her?”

You just shook your head. Olivia offered you her hand, “Wanna chill?”

The two of you made you way through the crowd and up the stairs. Most of the party was below you now and Olivia took you into what you presumed to be an office of some sort. There was a computer desk across from a leather couch, occupied by a rugged man dressed as a cowboy and none other than Jack Morrison dressed as…himself, presumably.

“What in hell took you so long?” the cowboy spoke with a deep southern accent, “I was nearly about to blow my damn brains out.”

“Shut it, hillbilly,” Jack retorted, “don’t you see Olivia brought a guest.”

The sound of his voice was jarring but you followed Olivia into the room and sat among the men.

“Certainly, and what a lovely lady you are,” the cowboy extended his hand and you placed one on top of his. To your surprised, he rose your hand to his lips and gave a gentle kiss, “Name’s Cassidy.”

You blushed, unsure what to make of the man or the situation unfolding before you, “Nice to meet you.”

The door crashed open, Ana stood in the frame and raised a six-pack of beer, “Hello, old friends,” she smiled at you, “and a plus one! Perfect, a beer for each of us!”

You counted five people, including yourself. Ana handed you a beer and you held it against your chest, unsure of when or where your red cup had been discarded.

“Where the man of the hour?” Jack asked, opening his beer.

“He’ll be here shortly,” Ana turned to you, “do you need help opening that?”

“Oh, sure,” you shyly replied, not really wanting anymore to drink but perhaps if you just wet your lips…

“Don’t tell me your drinking without me,” you heard a voice speak from the open door. You froze.

“Well, shit,” Cassidy chuckled, “get yer ass in here, Reyes, I’m workin’ up a thirst sittin’ next to this jackass.”

Fuck. You wanted to jump up and run away into Angela’s arms. But something kept you in place, staring down at the beer in your hand. Your costume was beginning to feel all too revealing in front of the man you had been trying to avoid for weeks.

“Here, you can have my seat,” Olivia spoke, sitting up from next to you.

“What a doll,” with all of his weight, he plopped down next to you, making you jump.

You looked away, thumb playing with the lip of the beer bottle and eyes fixed at the hallway outside. Even when you weren’t looking at him, you could feel him staring into you.

“Yo,” he snapped a finger at you and you turned towards the sound. You couldn’t believe your eyes at first. He had really outdone himself, face painting like that of a skeleton. The hollows of his cheeks were black, same for the rest of the areas not painted white. You stared at him like a deer in headlights, “what the hell is a prude like you doing here?”

You blushed and took a breath. Before you could reply, Cassidy spoke up for you, “Shit, if she’s a prude wearing that little number, I’d like to see what the less modest ladies are wearing.”

He and Gabriel shared a hearty laugh and Ana rolled her eyes, “Now that you’re here, Gabe,” she started, “let’s have a little toast.”

Jack rose up, holding his beer out in the air, “To good company,” he looked down as Cassidy, who was beginning to light a smoke, “on second thought, to debauchery.”

Gabe laughed, shaking the couch, “That’s something I can drink to.”

And with that, everyone took a drink from their beer. You took a small sip while Gabe downed half of his in one go. It felt wrong, sitting next to him here and enjoying a beer as if nothing had happened between the two of you. And Cassidy’s comments weren’t helping you feel any more comfortable with the situation.

“Thank you for letting me drink with you guys,” you spoke shyly, “but I should really get back to Angela and see if she’s okay.”

Before you could move, Gabe put his arm around your shoulders and kept you in place with a strong grip. Your eyes met his and you couldn’t hide your anxiety any longer. He could undoubtably see what he was doing to you, a smile growing on his face, “Don’t be rude. Finish your drink.”

“Wait a minute, Gabe,” Jack interrupted, “you said you were going to find Angela?”

You nodded. Jack might be your saving grace yet.

“Let’s go. I’ve been meaning to find her all night,” Jack said, lifting himself from his seat.

“Fine,” Gabe relented, “I’ll go with you.”

“Looks like it’s just the three of us, ladies,” Cassidy sent Ana a sultry smile, to which she responded with a slap to the back of his head.

Jack began out the door, motioning with his hand for you to join, you and Gabe followed him to the party downstairs. The party was still going hard, it seemed, as the floor shook with the feet of the dancing partygoers. You searched for any sight of Angela’s blonde hair or her witch hat. It didn’t seem like she had returned to the party.

“Where did you leave her?” Jack asked, almost screaming to cut through the noise of music and guests.

“We were outside,” you explain, matching his volume, “come on, I’ll show you.”

“Fine,” he said, lowering his voice. You made your way through the party guests and opened a sliding glass door that led to the backyard. Sure enough, there was Amelie leaning against the wall and scrolling through her phone.

Before you could ask her where Angela went, Gabe greeted her, “Wow, Amelie, you’re really enjoying this party, huh?”

She put her phone in a clutch bag and turned her attention to your company, “Well, I was wondering when you would show up. Looks like you found yourself a little pet, too.”

You blushed when she smiled at you, you were really regretting going along with this costume. You cleared your throat, trying to get back on topic, “Do you know where Angela went?”

Gabe tugged lightly at the leash dangling from your collar and you looked up at him, “Don’t you know it’s rude to interrupt adults when they’re speaking?”

Amelie laughed and you slapped his hand. Jack was growing ever impatient and spoke, “I didn’t come to this party to watch your fucking foreplay. Where’s Angela?”

“Her and Genji went to the basement,” Amelie replied, “with his brother or something. Probably playing pool. Might be caught up in some other things, though…”

When her voice trailed off, Jack made a bee line into the house and disappeared into the party. You started to follow him before Gabe pulled you back.

“What’re you doing?” you asked, frustration obvious in your voice and he seemed all too amused to hear it.

“You’ve been drinking like a damn sailor,” he said, “I can smell it when you talk.”

“Oh, please, Gabe,” Amelie chimed in, “cut her a break. Heaven knows the last time you’ve had this much fun, right?”

You weren’t sure if she was referring to you or Gabe but whatever fun you had at the start of the evening was beginning to fade fast.

“I just want to find Angela and go home,” you confessed, “it’s getting late.”

“You know she’s been waiting for Jack all night, there’s no way she intends to go home just yet,” Amelie reminded you, walking towards you and Gabe. She put a hand on your shoulder and said, “I suggest you make the most of your time here.”

“I’m just going to follow Jack, then,” you said, hoping they would let you go, but you should’ve known better.

“She really is rude, you know,” Amelie said, patting your shoulder before making her leave. When she opened the door, she turned to chide you again before leaving, “Be a good girl, now.”

You looked up at Gabe, that same feeling in your stomach you felt in the locker room came back again and you were suddenly reminded of what you had been hoping to avoid. How could you feel so alone and vulnerable in a house full of people? It didn’t make much sense, but your heart raced and you hushed the urge to cry. His face was concealed through the paint, even the line of his lips was difficult to make out. Still, he stared down at you with his hand still holding your arm. Your face burned hot again knowing how tight your costume was against your body, it was suffocating when his eyes trailed downward.

“Cassidy was right,” he began, “for a prude, you’re really dressed like a slut.”

You tried to wiggled you arm away from him, but he tightened his grip. Annoyed and anxious, you spoke, “Stop it, Gabe. I don’t want anything to do with you, and if you don’t like me so much then maybe we should just leave each other alone.”

His eyes met yours, rich ebony that bended against the outline of his pupils. They kept you frozen in place, like the stilling darkness of a bottomless abyss. No light reflected through them.

“And yet here you are,” he said after a brief pause, “Little miss perfect, drunk, at a party, dressed like she’s looking for a good fuck that’ll leave her senseless. What a sight you are.”

“Shut up!” your voice cracked and your words couldn’t reach the volume you had hope, “I didn’t even want to dress up like this, Angela picked it out for me. We’re matching! She’s a fucking witch and I’m her cat familiar, asshole!”

“Jesus Christ,” he rubbed his temples, “you’re such a fucking dork, you know that? Can’t believe I-“

He paused suddenly and looked down at you again, eyes trailing down your body. His stare perverse and he licked his lips in sick anticipation like a hungry wolf, “What am I saying…look at you. If only you’d shut that pretty mouth of yours, you might be the finest piece of ass I’ve ever seen. Hell, you even give some good head.”

“What the hell?!” you spoke up in an attempt to stop any discussion of what had happened in the locker room, “You’re sick, for real. There’s something actually wrong with you!”

He chuckled, “Come on, don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy yourself. Poor thing, you never did get off. Maybe we should finish what we started…”

You crossed your arms in defiance and tightened your jaw in an effort to conceal your frustration. Truthfully, you wanted to slap him in the face for being such an insulting, patronizing, annoying creep. But you didn’t want the confrontation. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of ruining your night.

“You’re nothing but trouble, Gabe,” you huffed, “maybe you should stop following me around like a puppy and just pretend like nothing ever happened because I am not at all interested in playing your sick little games.”

He clenched his jaw and turned away from you, a sly smile growing on his face. The muscles in his arms flexed through his hoodie, clearly what you had said cut through him. You didn’t regret it, what you said was true. He’s bad news.

Gabe turned to catch a glimpse of you. In that moment, you thought you could see right through him, piercing through whatever barrier that concealed his true nature from everyone that know him but you. He liked to play with your emotions, to dwindle down your strength and take control of the situation. But now the tables had been turned in your favor. It had stunned you, to think you could disarm him like this. And the atmosphere was tense, silent and still for a while.

It wasn’t long after that he regain his composure, straightening his posture and bridging the gap between the two of you, “What do you want, huh? Want some desperate boy to feed your fucking ego? Always talking about how I don’t like you, like you want me kiss your ass and tell you whatever bullshit you want to hear, is that it?”

He laughed and his chest rose heavily. Staring up at him, you remained aloof, “I thought we were friends once, Gabe. Then you changed your tone quick. You’re mean, actually, you’re cruel.”

His arms suddenly gripped onto yours and he forced you to back up against the wall with nothing more than a squeal of defiance from you. He moved a hand from your arm to hold your face, smearing whatever black makeup that it touched. You felt that same paralyzing fear you had felt before. He crashed his lips against yours and you denied him any sort of entrance to your tongue. This didn’t satisfy him, his hand went to grip your throat and the tight squeeze caused you to open your mouth in an attempt to breath. He took the opportunity to lace his tongue between yours, and a tear rolled down your cheek. It was sickeningly intimate, like the reunion of two passionate lovers. And you were anything but.

Your hands wrapped around his wrist, pulling and tugging to release their grip but it was futile. He didn’t move a muscle as he continued to assault your tongue with his own, both your lips wetting with each other’s saliva. It disgusted you. But why did you hips stutter when he sucked on your tongue and why did your fingers squeeze around his wrist in reaction to the burning feeling in your core? Why did he have to be so perverse, so debauched in his thoughts of you yet still lure you in with his hoarse voice and beautiful visage. It was as if he were the devil himself and you a victim of temptation.

When he pulled away from you, it was sudden. A string of spit connected the two of you for a moment, breaking once Gabe stood at full height. He towered over you, a shadow of a man eclipsing the moon. You wiped your mouth, surely smudging your makeup and drawn whiskers while doing so.

“What a waste of time,” Gabe spoke, “trying to talk sense into is like talking to a wall. Just as dull, too.”

“You’re vulgar,” you spat through heavy breaths.

“You’re in denial,” he scoffed, wiping his lips with a swipe of his thumb.

“You ruined my makeup,” you almost shouted.

“Yeah?” he chuckled, “Wouldn’t mind ruining the rest of you while we’re at it.”

“Gabe,” you felt him staring intently at you like a bloodhound, “let’s just go back to the party.”

He looked up at you from whatever part of your body caught his attention, “Fine, you caught me in a good mood tonight. Just know I’m not finished with you yet, princesa.”

He brought a tender hand to you cheek and rubbed it endearingly, sending you a wink as he walked towards the sliding glass doors that lead inside. His sudden gentleness reddened your cheeks and you walked beside him into the party, trying to find some sort of sanctuary in the arms of Angela or perhaps an unoccupied bathroom. Whatever presented itself to you first. Before you could bid farewell to Gabe, he had already left you, somewhere among the crowded house. A part of you was relieved but another unsure what to make of his sudden disappearance. It was a tendency of his to come and go as he pleased and take whatever it was he desired from you while doing so. You felt vulnerable, even when you sent curses his way it barely seemed to make any difference. He was going to take what he wanted from you and you were powerless in your efforts to stop him.

#yandere #yandere overwatch #yandere!overwatch #dark overwatch #dark!overwatch #yandere mccree #yandere reaper #gabriel reyes #tw: noncon #yandere au #college au #dark gabriel reyes #yandere gabriel reyes #dark!gabriel reyes #yandere!gabriel reyes #gabriel reyes x reader #reaper x reader

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 2 years ago

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The corset

based off this post I made in the morning and that’s been devouring my brain since

Special thanks to @bunniebunnielan for their tags on that post, which inspired me to write this down

It all started from a minor disagreement. Nothing to write home about - after all, every relationship has them, even when it comes to people as in love and devoted as Wei Ying and Lan Zhan. They’re not daily occurrences – the two work in sync almost eerily – but when they do clash on something, it tends to bring out yet another trait that they share: pettiness. Now, did it really matter who was right or wrong? Not at all. It was such a stupid thing – something to do with loading the dishwasher? – but both Wei Ying and his husband can be very stubborn and if they pick a hill to die on, then by God will they dig their graves there and make no compromise on it.

Cue the present: they had the argument somewhere around noon, now it’s near 6pm, and neither have budged on their opinion – which led to some form of silent treatment from both their parts, save for essential things like lunch and the daily chores.

…All of which Wei Ying was getting really tired of at this point. Clearly, he was right and Lan Zhan was being stubborn for no reason – but he was starting to miss his husband’s attention and affection, and perhaps waiting for him to admit it was a bit of a lost cause (Wei Ying himself wouldn’t have done it either).

However, Wei Ying had a plan. Lan Xichen had invited them for dinner with the rest of their relatives, at 8pm sharp that evening – and the whole process of getting ready for the event was the perfect occasion for Wei Ying to wring some sort of reaction from Lan Zhan. So, nonchalant as he could be, and determined to succeed, Wei Ying strutted into his and Lan Zhan’s bedroom and then into their shared walk-in closet, fishing through his clothes for a specific something that he knew Lan Zhan couldn’t ignore.

He took his time picking out his outfit and accessories, and showered by himself – “I don’t want to be late again and have your uncle glare at me the whole dinner.”, completely ignoring Lan Zhan’s thinly veiled disappointment – and strutted out of the bathroom in a barely fastened bathrobe.

“The shower is yours.”

And he busied himself with untangling his hair in their vanity mirror, smirking to himself at the frustratedly hungry look Lan Zhan sent his way. Still, he said nothing.

Lan Zhan’s showers usually didn’t last long when Wei Ying wasn’t there, so it was much to his surprise to come out of the bathroom to Wei Ying already dressed in one of his tight pairs of black jeans, a loose-fitting black shirt and – la piece de resistance: a corset.

A corset.

Wei Ying had laced some of it, but didn’t tie it completely, now focused on applying some eyeliner.

Lan Zhan huffed. He knew what Wei Ying was trying to do and he wouldn’t fall for it. No matter how enticing and erotic he may have looked and how much Lan Zhan wanted to bend him over the vanity and make a mess of his makeup. Alas.

Distracting himself with getting ready, Lan Zhan did his utmost not to look at Wei Ying strutting around the room to put on various accessories, his hips swinging a bit too scandalously – and he definitely did not stare when Wei Ying bent down to pick whatever off the floor… right in front of him.

Anyway, they were almost ready, except for the fact that Wei Ying seemed to be struggling with fastening his corset, uselessly trying to coordinate in the mirror.

“Help me tie this up.” he finally said, turning around and wiggling one of the corset strings towards Lan Zhan, for emphasis. “I can’t reach all the way.” He made it a point to gather his hair to a side, exposing his neck, and arched just a bit more than was necessary.

Lan Zhan decided he’d had enough.

Locking eyes with Wei Ying in the mirror, Lan Zhan wrapped the two strings slowly around four of his fingers in two loops each, getting a feel for the material, and, with no warning, roughly pulled at them, earning a wide eyed gasp from his husband.

“Don’t – don’t break my spine.” He moaned, a bit needier than he expected, as Lan Zhan expertly worked the strings into a bow, never breaking eye contact between their reflections in the mirror.

He couldn’t hold in a teasing smile, leaning right next to Wei Ying’s ear to whisper lowly. “I believe you like it when I do that.”

Wei Ying whined at the implication, pink dusting at his cheeks, pupils wide with desire. “Lan Zhan – “

But he had already stepped away and out of their bedroom door. “It is late. I would not want uncle to glare at you during the entire dinner, after all.”

“You – “

They didn’t make it to dinner at all.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #writing attempts #i had a LOT of fun writing this i hope it shows

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cure-icy-writes · 2 years ago

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"Elesa. We are your friends. You are overworking yourself," Emmet said bluntly, staring somewhere in the vicinity of her chin. Elesa sighed, slouching forward in her Nimbasa Gym hoodie. She slurped at her drink a little longer, then finally answered. "Damn. I'm doing it again, aren't I? I'll see if I can cancel some appointments, cut back a little-- I get so caught up, and I love modeling, I really do! It's just..." "OVERWORK IS BAD FOR YOU," Emmet interjected; loud, but without any malice. Elesa's headphones beeped with a small noise warning, automatically evening out the sounds to a comfortable level for her. "Yeah, that. And it's hard to tell when I'm overworked until it's too late... aaaaagh!" She let out a dramatic complaint and flopped on the table, artificially-extended hair spilling from her hoodie. "Food and drink are not permitted on the subways for the sake of cleanliness. Food and drink should not be permitted in one's hair, clothing, or person, for the same reason," Ingo said, delicately moving her tray to the side and wiping at her hair with a napkin. "Thanks, you guys." Elesa gave a weak smile and folded her arms underneath her chin, wondering what she'd done to deserve such good friends. "I'm paying, by the way." "YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY NOT." "This is a Burger Monarch. I've already paid for-- no, not you, Burger, but I love you," Ingo assured the joltik who'd just poked his head out of Emmet's hat. Elesa snickered. "Oh my gods, hi Burger! I love you too, baby." Burger chittered happily, waving his tiny mandibles before ducking back into the cozy nest of Emmet's hair. "All that being said. It has been a while since we properly socialized. Should we schedule an outing toge--" "Would you like to join us on our couch?" Emmet interrupted. "You may bring your own entertainment if you wish." "You guys are the best," Elesa said affectionately. She stretched, yawning like a cat with her tongue curling up. "Can I bring a book?" "Always."

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The next morning found the three of them sprawled out in various positions in the twins' living room-- Emmet had been claimed by the joltik swarm, who saw him as some sort of strange, ugly galvantula with missing legs and pathetically little venom. Emmet found the entire thing deeply amusing, and therefore didn't mind waking up covered in webs and tiny joltik, but it wasn't a very universal experience. Elesa had fallen asleep somewhere during her rant on why corsets were actually quite feminist and good for back problems, and was slumped over the couch with one leg dangling off and her emolga flopped on her back. She was drooling slightly, but thankfully her diagram of the human spine and the use of unpheazant feathers had been preserved on a napkin safely out of range.

Elesa yawned, pushing her tangle of hair aside and uncurling herself from around the wii remote. "Gods above, I needed that." YOU DID, Emmet signed aggressively, not quite verbal this early in the morning. He stomped into the kitchen and returned with a dozen juice boxes, which prompted Ingo to squeeze his own damn orange juice in a fit of spite, because damnit, Emmet, that is not a healthy way to start your day! "Have I mentioned lately that I love you?" Elesa said, poking her straw into six whole ounces of strawberry lemonade and draining it in one go. "Because I think it bears repeating." Ingo was also not very good with emotions this early in the morning, so he signed, hug? with eyebrows raised to indicate questioning. Elesa nodded her affirmative, and he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed-- he was verrrry good at giving hugs. Tight pressure stimmy hugs, for as long as needed.

#ficlet #my writing #submas twins #pokemon elesa

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mango-bango-bby · 3 years ago

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♡ Fangs ♡

(A/N: Hello darlings!! This is actually an old fic of mine however the person who requested this wanted me to repost it without their ask. So I’m doing that!! Hope you enjoy reading this again 💖)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, NSFW, NON-CON, biting, mentions of blood, mentions of readers death in a past life, public sex aka alleyway sex, I haven’t written smut in the while so this is bad I’m sorry in advance lol

Summary: Shigaraki + Vampire (Yan!Shigaraki x Fem!reader)

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Masterlist ➸ ♡

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There wasn’t a day that went by that Tomura didn’t think about you. He has looked everywhere for you. Even though you had died almost three-hundred years ago. However, Tomura being an immortal vampire, knew people got reincarnated. Yet over all these years he hadn’t been able to find you.

He longed for you. Your kiss, you hand cradling his face, you kissing his eye wrinkles and scars. Such innocent things, but he also missed the more intimate moment between you two. Tomura remembers you like you were with him yesterday. He remembers dancing with you, the large dress that swirled around when you two danced, and undoing your corset afterwards.

He regretted so fucking much, he regretted not turning you into a vampire as well. Perhaps if he has done that you wouldn’t have been executed for being in love with him. Perhaps he wouldn’t have had to see you go before his eyes, perhaps he wouldn’t have disintegrated an entire town after your execution in a fit of rage.

Tomura’s breath hitches as he watches you walk home, he’s following you close behind, a hood over his head as he followed. You looked the same, although you were wearing more time appropriate clothes now, rather than the extravagant ballgowns he remembers you in. You were still so beautiful, even more than he remembered to be honest.

He planned on waiting until you got home for him to reveal himself to you and take you back, but he just couldn’t wait. Not while you were right in front of him. Tomura begins to walk faster, you gulping knowing that this man is following you. You mentally pray to yourself that he’ll just leave you alone or only steal something and not hurt you.

Tomura speeds up even more, pushing you against the wall of the alleyway. The empty street echoing his voice when he speaks. “Don’t be scared, Y/n” He rasps, his bigger body keeping you caged against the wall. Your features finally being up close to him again, it was fantastic.

“L-Let me go” You say, trying to have a commanding tone to your voice. Although your voice cracks and shakes with your words. Your eyes having tears in them but you’re refusing to let them fall. You don’t know who this man is, or what he wants with you, or how the hell he knew your name!?

Tomura honestly can’t help but chuckle a bit at your words, you’re just so cute! He can’t help it! And god, he missed that angelic voice, your sweet voice. Although back before, you never really told him to let you go. In fact most of the time you wanted him to hold you tighter.

Tomura doesn’t even say anything, forcing his mouth onto yours in an open mouth kiss. God, you feel so good. He missed kissing you so much. You whimper into the kiss, not wanting this yet allowing him to do whatever he wants in hopes he’ll leave you alone. However he has no intentions of letting you leave, or letting you go at all.

He grabs your bottoms with his hand, making sure not to touch your skin as he disintegrates the clothes. Don’t worry, Tomura knows he’ll buy you new clothes once taking you home, ones that he knows will fit you more. You squeal, the fear seeping into you even more, tears running down your face.

You don’t dare open your eyes, just wanting the experience to be over. However there was a strange feeling, you felt as though you knew him. You’re snapped out of your thoughts when something penetrates you, your hole suddenly being filled. The stretching in your pussy is almost unbearable, but it seems like the blue haired man in front of you doesn’t care. But lust and adoration shine in his eyes.

You try not to let out any moans or noises, however whimpers still escape your mouth. Although that might be a reaction to Tomura’s guttural groans, he missed this is much. He missed feeling you around him, he missed feeling you’d love. “Gah~ S-Stop” you whine, covering your mouth with your hand, not letting out those sweet moans he missed.

“F-uck, no need to quiet down, my love, I don’t care that we’re in public- oh shit~” Tomura stumbles, the pleasure he could’ve only imagined for the last few centuries. He uses the same nickname that you used to call him, it reminds him of you. Sure you don’t remember anything of your twos time together, but he’ll try to remind you in every single thrust.

You whimper and cry out, the stretch hurting so bad yet feeling so good at the same time. You can feel Tomura grab your shirt and bra, disintegrating them both in one go. Now leaving you completely naked against the brick wall, Tomura relentlessly shoving into you.

Tomura grabs your chin, listening to the scared whimper you let out at his actions. You don’t dare fight back, seeing what he did to your clothing and knowing he could do that to you. However, Tomura knows he would never do anything to hurt you. And after turning you into one of him, a vampire. He’ll be able to touch you with all five fingers, you would be immortal with him. He wouldn’t make the mistake of letting you get hurt ever again, you’d be with him for all eternity!

“So soft…” Tomura mumbles, slowing his pace a bit, gently grazing his fangs over the soft skin of your neck. He can feel you shiver beneath him at the feeling. He doesn’t exactly like the idea of himself hurting you, however he loves the idea that his bite mark is going to be on you forever. Which it is, his fang mark is going to be in your neck forever, and if it ever fades, he’ll put it back.

“Take a deep breath” Tomura rasps, opening his mouth wide before clamping down onto your neck. His pace speeding up inside of you so he can finish soon. You let out a yelp of pain, the sharp teeth digging into your skin. Blood trickles down your neck, then down your chest.

Tomura finishes, letting out a guttural groan as he feels you clench around him. You just feel to good, your body going limp slightly at the feeling as well as the pain in your neck. It’s not the pain you’d expect from a bite, it tingles. Something’s off about it, but you can’t think about it, allowing you body to go limp in his.

Tomura rests for a second or two. He sticks out his tongue, licking a line along with your blood enjoying the sweet taste. Your blood is the most delicious he’s ever had in his thousands of years of life. Although as he licks up towards you neck, he can taste the difference of his venom sinking in.

“Don’t worry, Y/n. You’re going to be weak for a while, while the venom is sinking in. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of you… My love”

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

#old fic repost #3k follower event #yandere shigaraki #yandere shigaraki x reader #yandere!shigaraki #yandere shigaraki smut #yandere tomura #yandere tomura x reader #yandere!tomura

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shankss-magnificent-ass · 3 years ago

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Hey, can i have a Halloween request please?

Shanks reaction to (reader..?) dressed as sexy nurse or witch? Thanks! Nsfw ou sfw, i don't know what fits...

This got steamy fast, also two people requested this, Tumblr just ate one of the asks when I moved it to my drafts folder. Also I accidentally did both shanks and Benn.

Imagine Shanks and Benn seeing you in a sexy costume

Shanks: you look down (y/n), what's up?

You: I don't know which outfit to wear to the Halloween party tomorrow night.

Shanks: well remember you need to distract X Drake so we can raid his quarters for the SWORD papers.

You: I know... Would you help me pick, I figured if the costume is enough to make you blush then it'll just knock Drake out.

Shanks: you want me to pick?

You: yeah, when it comes to sex you're pretty unflappable. I don't think I've ever seen you even bat an eye at scantily clad women before.

Shanks: *sputtering* yeah, but but but I... Sure fine I guess.

Benn: *knows the captain has a crush on you* hey (y/n) can I help too?

You: yeah sure, that'd be great

In your room

You: I can't decide between the sexy nurse or the witch outfit. I'll try both on, okay?

Shanks: *sits on your bed and pouts* yeah okay

You: wait here I'll be back *goes into the bathroom to change*

Benn: *smirks at Shanks*

Shanks: you didn't come to help, you came to watch me squirm didn't you?

Benn: oh course I wouldn't miss it.

Shanks: you're the worst

Benn: I also came to see (y/n) dress sexy and all, but it's merely a perk.

You: *enters the room in the nurse outfit*

Benn: *whistles* damn Darling, you look nice.

Shanks: *jaw hanging open and can only hear ringing in his ears* you look great.

You: *giggles* yeah? Why don't you let me take your pulse *straddles his lap* all joking aside, I'm not sure about the thigh highs, my thigh pudge kinda over flows from it and well look *pinches the small roll of pudge coming out of the top of the sock*

Shanks: *clears his throat* that's the best part though

Benn: *trying to hold back his laughter when Shanks's voice cracks* guys like that sort of thing sweetheart.

You: really?

Shanks: *nods his head* it looks nice to sink my teeth into.

You: hmm, alright let me show you the other costume okay, I'll be right back. *Leaves*

Shanks: *flops down on your bed* fuck I'm so hard it almost hurts

Benn: *snorts* you really are whipped aren't you

Shanks: shut the hell up, I can see your hard on from here!

Benn: (y/n), the keyhole in the nurse costume really made your breasts look nice and plump by the way

You: *from the bathroom* then you're gonna like the witch costume, let me just finish putting it on.

Shanks: *hisses* you're the worst

Benn: hehe, I know

You: *exists the bathroom in a full length double slit off the shoulder witch's dress with a corset and thigh highs and a hat* well?

Shanks: *sits up only for his nose to violently spurt blood as soon as he sees you*

You: oh my gods, are you okay?

Benn: *cackling* I think this one is the winner!

Shanks: *trying not to bleed on your sheets and trying not to look at you* I'm so sorry little bird.

You: *giggles* well at least I know witch one to wear. *gives him a handful of tissue*

Shanks: *glares at you* that was a disgusting pun even for you. *Has another spurt of blood come out his nose soon as he looks at you*

You: if you do this every time you look at me then maybe I shouldn't wear it.

Benn: he just needs time to get used to seeing you in it. I think you should wear it for the rest of the night, and sit in his lap like you always do.

You: perhaps, if he still isn't used to it by tomorrow night, I'll go with the nurse costume.

Benn: if he's bleeding like that won't the blood be very visible on that white and pink costume?

You: good point witch costume it is, I guess. Captain, is there anyway I can help get you to respond to this costume differently? I'll do anything.

Shanks: *tugs you onto the bed and pins you underneath him*

You: *waits for Shanks to say something*

Benn: *shifts silently in his seat so his legs are spread and waits for the show to start*

Shanks: let me fuck you in it

You: how would that make it better?

Shanks: it'd make my erection go away, and seeing you in this costume would pale in comparison to seeing you jiggling around in it as you bounce desperately on my cock.

You: *your eyes flit questioningly to Benn*

Shanks: he stays

You: ... He can't join in?

Benn: oh, I like her thinking

Shanks: whatever you want princess

You: *swallows hard* I'd like both of you, if that's alright?

Shanks: *pulls off his shirt* you'll join us?

Benn: *already getting on the bed* naturally, where do you want me doll?

You: behind, I think.

Shanks: her cunt is mine though

You: I'd like you both there actually... At the same time.

Benn and Shanks: *lock eyes*

Shanks: fine, but you asked for this, little bird, remember that tomorrow morning.

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koolkat9 · 2 years ago

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Hetalia Polyship Week 2022: Day 1

@hetalia-polyship-week

Prompt: Musicals || “Thank god that I’m not you”

Rating: T

Ship: GerFrukPort

Word Count: 1243

Author’s Note: This is based on an au we discussed in my gereng server where engportfra are actors all pursuing set builder Ludwig while also being in a throuple themselves. Also, I like to think Francis uses he/they pronouns so I switch between those pronouns.

Curtain Call

The wings of the stage were buzzing with energy, for in a mere few hours, the curtains would rise, and the open night would commence. Ludwig put the final nail in the window frame he had been working on. At least it had fallen apart during the dress rehearsal and not the actual show. He just had to oil the wheels on one of the moving set pieces and check the other two to make sure they were still in working order, then they’d be good to go.

Hopefully, with the show coming to an end, Ludwig would finally be free of all the confusing feelings that had arisen during production. The thought was both a relief, but it also kind of hurt. To have three actors pursuing you definitely was overwhelming and made Ludwig’s job a lot harder, it was nice to be the center of attention for once, and over this time, he got to know his three suitors; he would miss them when they all went their separate ways.

He’d miss Arthur's nagging. Although it was annoying at times, it was nice to know someone cared enough to bring him water and make sure he was eating. He’d miss the way Arthur’s eyes would light up as he tried too hard to hide his smiles behind scowls. And most of all he’d miss the subtle compliments and flirty remarks that would rival the language used by poets of the past.

He’d miss Francis’s affection the most, he thinks. The way they’d hang off Ludwig as if it was the most normal thing in the world, how they would always greet him with a warm embrace and part with one even warmer. He’d miss the way Francis’s curls framed their face perfectly, always appearing so soft to the touch (but Ludwig would now never know if that was true). And though he was often overwhelmed by Francis’s forwardness when it came to flirting, he did appreciate the food they made, and he’d be lying if he said Francis’s compliments hadn’t boosted his confidence ever so slightly.

Lastly, he’d miss Afonso’s calmness. The way he could remain relaxed yet level-headed during even the most stressful situations and the way he would comfort Ludwig in the carpenter’s own stress. He’d miss the sweet, gentle nothings Afonso would occasionally whisper when Ludwig was burnt out and needed the pick-me-up. But the most he would miss the rare sight of Afonso focused: tightly knit brows, spark in his eye as he looked over his scripts, pulling any and all information to boost his performance.

As Ludwig pulled away from the last squeaky wheel, he came face to face with the three actors who had been consuming his thoughts.

Arthur was dressed in a fiery red coat that just reached his knees, with golden stitching along the edges. Golden chains and earrings, striking red eyeshadow, and dark eyeliner accented the outfit. A leather corset wrapped around his middle gave the otherwise fearsome look an alluring aura. To top it all off, a pirate cap adorned with pale feathers. An outfit befitting of both a seductive yet dangerous pirate captain.

Francis in turn was fitting in a frilly blouse and a pale blue coat that reached the floor. It was as if the stars had been taken and threaded into the fabric itself with the way it glittered with every small movement. His hat was a greyish white, decorated with dried flowers instead of the traditional feathers. He was dripping in jewelry and gems: earrings, necklaces, bracelets, all of which matched Francis’s eyes. The sparkly look was complete with purple eyeshadow with a hint of glitter. He looked like royalty despite being a mere pirate captain.

Afonso was dressed in a nobleman’s coat. Darker green vine patterns wrapped around the torso and sleeves, meeting with the silver stitched pattern on the edge of the collars and cuffs. His hair was tied back by a matching ribbon, giving a clear view of his face. His natural features were amplified by simple makeup instead of the brightly coloured blends of Arthur and Francis, yet he was nonetheless beautiful. An elegant nobleman if there ever was one.

Ludwig felt his whole face burn seeing them decked out in their costumes. All he could do was stare, unable to form a coherent thought in their presence. It was as if he was back to the very first time the three had begun flirting with him.

Francis’s giggling shook Ludwig from his daze. Arthur shoved the Frenchman. “What?” Francis asked with feigned offense, “He probably thinks we look pretty. So much so he’s been left speechless.”

“Or he’s thinking: ‘thank god I’m not you,’” Arthur shot back, gesturing to the other’s costume. “You’re going to melt under all those damn frills.”

“Aw are you concerned mon amour?”

Arthur’s face turned bright red, but if looks could kill, that glare would have ended Francis on the spot. Luckily before things could escalate. Afonso stepped between the two. “Now, now, meus amores, we have more important business here right? We’re going to scare him off like this.”

Wait… ‘mon amour’ and ‘meus amores’? Ludwig may not have been well versed in French or Portuguese, but he knew Italian well, and those sounded like…

“So…” Afonso went on, “I don’t know if you’ve realized what we’ve been trying to do, but with us parting ways soon, we’ve decided to just come out as say…”

“We love you,” Francis continued.

“All of us,” Arthur added.

“Romantically,” Afonso concluded for clarity.

So they did fancy him. It was quite obvious to everyone (including Ludwig) that these three actors had liked him romantically, but hearing it laid out so clearly still made Ludwig’s head spin. Perhaps part of the shock came from the fact that it appeared all three of the actors were dating as well. “Wait…Are all of you…”

“Together?” Francis finished for him, “Yes. Yes, we are.” To prove the point he took Afonso’s hand and gave it a squeeze.

“I’m surprised you didn’t know sooner, it’s all over the tabloids,” Arthur noted.

“But what we are trying to get at is that we want to invite you into it,” Afonso explained.

Ludwig awkwardly opened and closed his mouth, trying to find what he wanted to say. It was a dream come true. Over this production, he had fallen in love with all three of them and couldn’t bear to choose only one of them. But with this revelation, he could have it all, and everyone would be happy.

“Love,” Arthur spoke softly, stepping forward to put a hand on Ludwig’s arm. “You don’t have to make a decision now. You’ve got time to think. We just wanted–”

“I’d love to,” Ludwig blurted out. His blush surely darkened as he realized how desperate he sounded. “I-I mean…I’d like that…I have feelings for all of you so…”

The three actors looked at Ludwig with wide eyes. “Well then…guess it’s settled,” Francis said with an amused huff. “Perhaps we can have dinner after the show tonight.”

Ludwig nodded, perhaps a bit too eagerly.

“Ten minutes till curtain,” someone shouted in the distance.

“Well I guess this is farewell until intermission,” Arthur sighed.

The three bid farewell to Ludwig, giving the German the much-needed time to process everything. But as he waved to the actors as they departed, Ludwig couldn’t suppress a wide grin from spreading on his face.

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Escape

Jimmy Conway x Paulie's Daughter! Reader

Hiiiii, this fic is a little surprise I've been working on and I've got a few others in the works. I hope you guys love it! ❤️

TW: smut, mentions of crime and crime families, murder, marriage, mentions of pregnancy

Word Count: 5.2k

As you stand in front of the mirror, your head spins from the morning you've already had. Women everywhere, whizzing around you doing your hair and makeup, getting you into your wedding dress. All that to make you a bride.

And you do look like a bride, you think as you stare into the mirror.

Behind you, you hear a familiar voice, "Ahem, ladies, could I get a moment alone with our bride?" Jimmy. He's being extra charming today, as many of the women left the room giggling because he spoke to them.

"Wow... (Y/N), you look gorgeous..." he creeps up behind you and delicately places his hands on your sides, as if he might break you. He looks at you in the mirror, before gently placing a kiss on your shoulder. "You're gonna stop traffic when you walk down the aisle. I can't wait to see it," he moves your veil and hair to give you a kiss on the cheek.

You don't say anything, just stare into the mirror. After a small pause, Jimmy turns you around, "Hey, you alright?"

Finally, you get a good look at him in his tux: all black with an off white shirt and a deep green vest peaking out from the lapels of his tuxedo jacket. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, "Yeah, I'm okay, just nervous," you put your hand on his chest, looking him over again, "I'm glad you're here. You always calm me down, and you look great by the way."

You knew it was an unconventional choice, but you wouldn't have picked anyone else to be your Maid of Honor. And Jimmy was happy to do it for you, even with Tommy and Henry making fun of him for it, at least until they got asked to be bridesmaids.

These were guys that in another life, you never would've been friends with, probably wouldn't have even known. And truthfully, your dad didn't want you being friends with them, because he knows what they are: criminals, nothing but criminals. But they're the only family you have, and Paulie had to admit that it was so cute seeing you get into trouble with Henry and Tommy and then go to "Uncle" Jimmy to get you out of it.

Jimmy wouldn't have done that kind of thing for the guys; they needed to get pinched and learn what it was like, but he would do anything to keep your pretty face out of jail. Since you've grown older, old enough for your father to let you get married, you and Jimmy have grown to be best friends. He's not so much the Uncle he used to be to you.

"(Y/N)?" Jimmy starts, "we got something to tell you, honey."

Just from the man's tone of voice, you can tell something is terribly wrong; you just know him too well. At that point, Jimmy opens the door, and Tommy, Henry, and your dad Paulie shuffle in.

"What's going on?" you say sheepishly, taking a step back from the men before you.

"You may wanna sit down," Jimmy motions to the little couch in the room.

Your dad reaches for one of your hands and you pull it away, "What is it, papa?"

"Sweetie, let's sit down, so we can talk," he places a hand on your back, and you both sit on the couch together. Jimmy, Tommy, and Henry all stand around looking like tough guys: arms crossed, keeping an ear out for anyone who might be listening outside the door, their faces looking stone cold with a bit of worry in their eyes.

"(Y/N), that guy out there," Paulie starts, referring to the groom waiting to marry you, "he ain't the guy you think he is."

"What?" you ask quietly.

"Well, uh, the guys here-" he looks up at the three men standing around you, "Jimmy, uh..." He just couldn't say it to you.

"We've been keeping an eye on this guy, scoping him out," Jimmy finishes for Paulie.

"What? You were spying on my fiancé?" you ask, feeling hurt.

"You didn't think we was just gonna let you marry anyone, did ya?" Tommy pipes up.

"And I'm glad we did," Jimmy cuts back in, "that guy out there, (Y/N), he's a liaison for another crime family! They were using you for information, and now he's able to identify all of us."

"What? No... He's- he's... a union rep," you cast your eyes down as it dawns on you; it was all a lie and a great cover up so he could talk about his friends and you wouldn't even realize. God, did you feel stupid. If anyone was gonna catch him in that lie, it should've been you. "I'm so sorry..." you whisper as tears drop down onto your wedding dress.

Paulie immediately pulls you into a hug, "Hey, hey, it's okay, baby girl. It's okay. The guys here have a plan." He tries to comfort you as you cry into his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, you know I'd never try to put any of you in danger. I'm sorry I was so stupid!!" You feel horrible and angry with yourself.

"Shhh... You gotta keep your voice down, honey," you feel Jimmy's hand rubbing circles into your back as he kneals next to you. "You're not stupid. It took us a long time to crack this guy. He covered his tracks well."

You turn to Jimmy, tears mixed with mascara running down your face. "Hey..." he says, pulling out a handkerchief and wiping the tears from your face, "Don't cry, angel. You shouldn't cry on your wedding day."

"But-" you get close to him, "it's not my wedding day anymore."

"Still," he pulls you up off the couch and into a hug, "you look too pretty to cry, and besides, we gotta get going."

You give him a confused look, trying to get it together, "Get going? Where are we going?"

"Well, uh, you and I are going on your honeymoon; Tommy and Henry know the rest of the plan."

"Honeymoon? We're not gonna cancel it?" you question.

"Listen, sugar," your dad grabs your attention, "this is the one day we can get your fiancé alone. He didn't dare bring any of his associates; we would recognize them, especially after all the recon we've done. So Jimmy's gonna sneak you out of here, and you're gonna go away for a while, and we're gonna get rid of this crook and tie up all the loose ends."

Just a few moments later, Tommy and Henry go back into the church to make it seem like everything is normal. No one is gonna think anything of Jimmy and your dad being with you, because that's the order the ceremony will go in. Your dad waits out in the hallway, as if he's waiting for you to put the last few finishing touches on your dress, and as everyone clears the hall to go to the church, he signals to Jimmy that it's time.

You and Jimmy quietly sneak out of your dressing room to head to the car. Before you run off, you turn back to your dad, giving him a big hug, "Please be careful, papa. I love you so much, and I'll miss you."

"I love you, too, (Y/N)," he gives you a kiss on the forehead, before you turn to head out the back hallway of the reception hall.

On the way out, Jimmy grabs a huge plate of hors d'oeuvres and holds the door open for you. You make your way out to this random convertible (probably stolen), seeing your suitcase in the backseat.

"Mines in the trunk," he lets you know, before setting the plate of food in the back and helping you in the car. Seconds later, you're peeling out of the church parking lot.

• • •

You and Jimmy can't help but laugh as you get further and further away from your wedding ceremony. You can't explain why you're laughing so hysterically, but it feels like old times getting into trouble with Jimmy. Plus, it's a welcome distraction.

"Jimmy," you interject the laughter.

"Yeah?" he asks, coming down from his laughing fit. You've already reached the highway heading from upstate New York into the city to get to the airport.

"Jimmy, I gotta get out of this dress," there's a serious tone in your voice that tells Jimmy this is more urgent than you let on.

He quickly whips out his switch blade, "Okay, lean forward." And then you feel the cool metal of the blade grace your back as he cuts the ribbons corseting your dress.

The dress loosens around you, and you look over at the man, "Thank you," is all you say before sliding the dress down over your hips, then throwing it up in the air, letting the wind take it down the highway. Jimmy has an impressed look on his face as he glances at you with a half smile on his face.

He reaches over, placing a hand on your bare thigh, pulling your wedding garter down your leg before holding it above his head and spinning it around like a lasso. "WOOOOOO!!!!" he yells at the top of his lungs as he flings the little piece of lace. Anything to make you laugh, and it does get a rise out of you.

There's a pause for a moment as Jimmy takes in the view of you in your white lingerie; his eyes don't linger for long though, because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable.

Though, you can't help but feel sexy for moment before climbing into the backseat to change.

"Hey, bring that food up to the front seat when you're done," he says, looking at you in the rearview mirror. You smack his shoulder, realizing he can see you changing. He chuckles and flips the rearview up. You spend the rest of the trip leaning on Jimmy and snacking on the hors d'oeuvres on the tray, until you arrive at the airport.

Because you skipped the wedding ceremony and reception, you arrive way earlier than you're supposed to, but it's no issue, Jimmy already worked it out by moving your flight up. It also works out better, because there will be goons at the airport looking for you, but by the time they get there, you and Jimmy will already be gone.

• • •

After a few hours when you arrive in the Bahamas, Jimmy gently runs his fingers through your hair to wake you up from your nap. You were conked out on his shoulder, exhausted from this morning. "C'mon, sleepyhead, let's go have a honeymoon," he helps get you up and grab your bags.

"Mmmm," you yawn following him, "you say that like it's your honeymoon or something."

"Well, it is now," he chuckles, grabbing your hand to lead you off the plane. After a warm welcome from some locals at the check in desk, you head over to your private villa, right on the beach. Even though it's already dark, the island is beautiful. The warm breeze makes the palm trees wave; the sand is soft under your feet; and the sound of waves crashing is seriously so relaxing.

Inside your villa, it looks so cozy and clean, and you're so ready to get some dinner and go to bed. That's just what you do. Jimmy calls the office to order dinner to your little beach house, and you pop into the bathroom to take a shower and change.

By the time you're done, dinner is too. Jimmy greets you with a little side hug and pulls your chair out for you to sit down at the table. "Comfy? In your little robe and all?" he asks, eyeing you up and down quickly.

"Mm-hmmm," you moan, stuffing your face with delicious food. Jimmy chuckles at you before doing the same.

After getting your bellies full on tasty seafood, you decide that it would be a good idea to go to sleep, that way you can make the most of your time on this lovely island.

As you and Jimmy make your way to the bedroom, you're met with a reminder of why you're there in the first place: rose petals and candles littering the room.

Jimmy sees the way you pause, "Do you want me to get rid of this stuff?"

"I- uh, no... It's okay," you look back and forth between him and your bed.

"Here," he says, leading you to the couch, "Stay here."

He goes into the bedroom and closes the door behind him. For a few moments you hear huffing and thudding as he blows out candles and throws them in the trash, and you hear his arms hitting the bed as he wipes the rose petals away. Jimmy exits the room with a trash bag in tow, tossing it out on the front patio before returning to the living room, breathing a little heavy, and holding his arm out, motioning you to the bedroom.

You stand up and put your arms around him, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek, "Thank you, Jimmy."

He places his arm around your waist and presses a cheek to your head, "You're welcome, sweetie. Now go to bed."

"You're not coming?" you ask.

"I'll sleep on the couch. You have a good night, and sweet dreams," he gives your arm a squeeze before heading to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

As you settle into bed and try to sleep, it sinks in. Your relationship that you'd been so happy in is over... And here you are in another country for an undetermined amount of time while your ex-fiancé gets "taken care of." Even though his intention was to hurt you, you can't help but mourn what feels like the loss of your happiness. In fact, there's only one place you can feel happy right now, and you won't sleep until you're there.

"Jimmy?" you whisper through your sniffles. You stand before him as he sleeps soundly on the couch. "Jimmy?" A little louder this time, and that does the trick.

The man takes in a sharp inhale through his nose and his eyes pop open, "(Y/N), hey," he rubs his eyes, "you okay?" You just stand there quietly sniffling, and then Jimmy sees the redness in your face, "Hey, hey, c'mere honey, c'mere." He holds the blanket up for you to climb in, and he immediately wraps his arms around you, cuddling you in his cozy little spot on the couch. You simply bury your head into his chest, and let out a few tears. "Shhhh, shhh," he says as if cooing a baby, "it's okay, I'm here, everything's gonna be alright."

• • •

The sun brightly lights the whole open floor plan of your beach side escape, warming you and Jimmy in your bundle of blankets. You awake to the feeling of his fingers lazily combing through your hair, and when you crack your eyes open, you see him happily smiling down at you. You place a hand on his chest, and he covers it with one of his own, giving your fingers a squeeze.

"Morning, you hungry?" he greets you.

"Mmmm... Good morning, sweet man," you happily nuzzle into him.

He cups a hand on the back of your head, "Whaddaya say we get some breakfast, then ya wanna go swimming later today? Hm? We got that beautiful beach right out there." His head motions towards the large glass doors that look out onto the sand and sea.

"Only if we can stay here a little longer," you hum into his chest, perfectly content with just cuddling up to him all day long.

"Okay, princess, we can stay a little longer."

• • •

After a relaxed morning (yes, you both dozed back off to sleep for a while) and a nice breakfast of fresh fruits, juice, and pastries, you wait on the back patio for Jimmy to change into his swimsuit. When the sliding glass door glides open, you turn and see the man in swim trunks that hit about mid-thigh, short sleeve button up shirt that's unbuttoned, a gold chain, and a cigarette. Of course Jimmy dresses like that for the beach.

"Whaddaya think? How do I look?" he jokes at you.

You walk over and places your hands on his bare chest. "The view looks pretty good from here," you chuckle lowly.

Jimmy grunts, "You better watch those hands of yours," he warns, moving you off his chest before lightly taking your fingers in his. "Alright, let's go," he says, leading you towards the waves.

"Ya know, uh," Jimmy catches your attention.

"Hmm?" you chirp, hand still happily in his.

"How come you're still wearing this?" he asks, holding your hand up, and tapping his thumb on your engagement ring.

"Oh... um... I'm not sure, honestly," you look down at your hands, wringing them together and fidgeting with the little piece of jewelry. As you take your first few steps into the ocean, you slip the ring from your finger. "I guess it doesn't mean anything anymore," you ponder to yourself before chucking it into the water.

Jimmy raises his eyebrows in surprise, "You didn't wanna sell it?"

You turn around and pat him on the chest, "I know you and the boys back home will make me more money than that ring is worth. It wouldn't surprise me if it was fake, knowing what I know now."

• • •

Time got away from you as the two of you enjoyed your day in the sun. After walking along the beach and Jimmy dunking you in the waves a few times (don't worry, you got him back), it's already early afternoon. And boy, were you beat.

"Hmmm, I think it's time for a nap!" you yawn, "This sun has got me drained."

"Wanna go inside?" Jimmy points to your little beach house.

"Yeah, but I don't think I can walk another step," you whine playfully, giving the man puppy eyes.

There's a long pause as Jimmy gives you a serious look, but he's only kidding. "You want me to carry you, don't you?"

"Yes, please!"

And with that, your feet are swept out from under you. Jimmy walks you across the sand and through the sliding glass door, right to the bathroom.

"What are we doing in here?" you question as he walks right into the shower, "Jimmy?!"

"Gotta rinse all the salt and sand off," is all he gets out before the shower faucet sprays cold water on you and the man holding you. You squeal loudly and practically jump from Jimmy's arms! You hold onto him tightly for warmth; luckily the water heats up quickly though.

"You bastard!!" you yell and give the man a swift pop on the chest.

"OW!" he giggles and rubs the spot that is quickly turning red.

Your face forms a pout, feeling bad for smacking him, "I'm sorry." You take a step forward and rub your hand on his chest to sooth the spot. When you place your other hand on his chest, you look up at him. Suddenly you feel his strong hands gripping the back of your head, and his lips meet yours. Your back comes into contact with the shower wall, and you're completely surrounded. You feel the muscles of Jimmy's arms squeezing around you as his tongue urges it's way into your mouth.

You could hardly explain it: the timing and the situation feel so wrong, but he feels so 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, like everything you had ever wanted- no, 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥.

Water soaks your hair, your face, your bodies as Jimmy fiercely kisses you. He's almost scared to stop.

But when you gently suck his bottom lip into your mouth and give it a nibble, it's game over.

Your friend-turned-lover rips open the shower curtain and starts walking you to the bedroom, his lips and his body never leaving yours. His tropical shirt slaps the ground in a wet heap, quickly followed by his swim trunks.

His lips find your neck, and you finally get a moment to catch your breath. Pressed against him as you step backwards, you feel his hands frantically working the straps of your swimsuit. You pull back from him just enough to see his face, and he freezes like a deer in headlights.

You simply look each other over, taking in the features of the other's face for a moment, before you lean forward and place your lips to his chastely, kissing him just once or twice. His rough hands gently caress your back, and then things turn passionate again when he slowly removes your top.

You always thought you'd be nervous to be with Jimmy, but after all, this is a man that you trust with your life. Wait- always? Did this imply you'd thought about being with him before?

In the heat of the moment you couldn't make sense of it. All you know right now is that Jimmy already has you naked and on the bed. It feels like your emotions are in a whirlwind, but Jimmy makes you feel good and you want more.

Your hands rake through his still wet hair, as he showers your chest in affection by kissing and sucking at your collarbone and breasts. He travels further down your body with his ministrations, until he reaches your soft inner thighs. You can feel his five o'clock shadow scratching at the delicate skin there, before he stops and looks up at you nervously. You'd never seen this man look nervous before.

His eyes beg for permission to go down on you and his hot breath passes over your center. You simply push down on his head a bit as a signal to go.

With his elbows buried in the soft mattress, forearms wrapped around your thighs, and eyes closed in concentration, his mouth surrounds that little bundle of nerves, lighting a fire in your belly. The sound of him breathing through his nose and your moans fill the room. Every hair on your body stands on end and your toes curl at the feeling of Jimmy Conway giving you head.

Oh God, Jimmy Conway is giving you head... Jimmy Conway your best friend. Jimmy Conway your Maid of Honor? You quickly push that thought away, then raise your head to look down at the man happily working away between your legs.

This is something you never thought you'd do with Jimmy, yet here you are, and oddly, it feels so... comfortable. You aren't nervous at all. Of course, you can't speak for him.

You lightly scruff up his hair, breathing heavily, "Jimmy..." The first word anyone had said in a while.

"Huh?" he says just after a loud slurping noise. His mouth hangs open in a relaxed way as he catches his breath and looks up at you from under his brow bone.

You let out a laugh in the form of a puff of air and a smile. Jimmy returns the smile; it's a happy smile with a hint of playful mischief in his eyes. A giggle slips out of you, then you both start laughing. At what, you aren't quite sure... the situation, maybe?

Your lover crawls on top of you and cuddles you by pressing his chest to you and wrapping an arm around your waist. Your hands explore his back, lightly scraping your nails over his shoulder blades and the small of his back.

He lets out a soft but deep moan before moving to kiss you again. His fingers nestle in your hair as he softly shows you his affection with his mouth. Your hands rest on his cheeks as he centers himself on top of you, one of his hands gripping under your thigh.

"This alright, princess?" he says in a near whisper.

"Yeah..." you exhale.

"You ready?" He gives you a kiss on the cheek.

"Yeah," you repeat, "I am." You give him a warm smile, cupping a hand on his face again, as if framing it to take a mental snapshot.

His next actions are incredibly gentle, but it makes everything all the more sensual. He plants a few kisses on your neck and collarbone before sitting up on his knees. His arm wraps around your thigh, holding it up in the air, as he aligns the head of his member with your entrance. The tip slides in pretty easily because of your wetness, and you can see Jimmy's breathing deepen; after that, the man moves slowly entering you, making you feel every inch of his length.

You had barely started and you're already both a mess. The pleasure is almost too much to take. Once Jimmy starts to move his hips, he leans forward once again, hovering over you on his hands and knees. You look up into his eyes, feeling his hardness moving inside you. Wanting to be closer to you, he drops down to his elbows and brings his knees up. His hands stroke some hair from your face while his hips rut into yours at a teasing pace.

After appreciating your how pretty you are, Jimmy moves his lips next to your ear and lowly says, "You feel incredible, baby. You feel so good..." He gives you a series of sloppy kisses on your jaw and earlobe.

You simply close your eyes, relax into the man on top of you, and give him an airy moan in response, "You feel good too, Jimmy."

"Mmmm, you like this pace? Or you want me to speed up?" You can feel his hot breath against your neck.

"Maybe, um, deeper?"

"Deeper, huh?" he whispers in your ear, "You wanna feel more of me?" He throws a little chuckle on the end of his question, and he readjusts by hooking a hand under your knee and pushing it up towards you for a deeper feeling while remaining close to you.

With each thrust you let out a grunt or breath of some kind, "Oooh... T-that's- Hnnng!"

"That the spot, baby girl?" Jimmy smiles to himself, happy that he's pleasing you.

A very shaky "mm-hmm" is all you can manage.

Jimmy speeds up his movements just a little, but still maintains a leisurely and romantic mood.

With a gasp, you start, "Jimmy, I- I'm-"

"Cum for me, baby," he coos, lightly sucking and nipping at a little spot on your neck.

"Fuck- Jimmy..." your climax hits you hard, making your head spin, and the only thing you can think about is the man before you, "Jimmy, I- I love you. I love you, Jimmy!"

Before you even have a moment to think about what you'd said, you hear, "I love you, too, (Y/N)," and several grunts and groans as he finds his release inside you.

Jimmy rolls off of you and trucks himself into your side. You hold the man in your arms tightly as you both come down from the high you just experienced. You turn your head to see him nuzzled into the crook of your neck, almost as if he's asleep. He cracks his eyes open at you and props himself up, putting his face close to yours.

You feel... shy for some reason as you press your lips to his, almost as if this is somehow more vulnerable than what you'd just done. You kiss each other softly, over and over, for what feels like a few minutes.

"You know, I didn't know you were close to finishing too," you tell Jimmy, trying to break some tension.

"Mm, well, I told you you felt good," he gives you a half smile, "I didn't know you loved me."

"Oh, well... It just kind of came out, but, uh, it was true. Still is." Another sweet kiss.

"You remember when I told you I couldn't wait to see you walk down that aisle? That was true too," he tells you.

You aren't sure where that came from, and it confuses you, "But... You knew I wasn't gonna get married that day."

"Yeah, but I am gonna see you walk down the aisle one day... when you marry me," he looks down and bites his lip.

You let out a flabbergasted little breath, "Jimmy..."

"C'mon, (Y/N)," he coos, "I love you. I wasn't gonna ever let you marry that other guy. Why do you think I looked into him so hard?"

"I don't understand. Why didn't you just ask me out years ago?" your question ends in a whisper.

"'Cuz I didn't realize what I had 'til I saw it in another man's arms," he tangles his fingers in your hair for another kiss, "but I'm not gonna let it get away from me this time."

• • •

Needless to say, you didn't see much of the beach or much of anyone the rest of your time in the Bahamas. You two already knew everything there was to know about another person, so you spent a lot of time exploring each other... in new ways.

So, it's bittersweet going home to Brooklyn. You'd been away a few months to let tensions between the two crime families die down. You would miss all of the alone time with your new man, but you're so happy to see your dad again.

"Thanks for driving us home from the airport, papa," you say, giving Paulie a side hug as he unlocks the door to the house not too far from the cab stand. You're greeted with hoots and hollers from Tommy, Henry and Karen, Tuddy, and a few others as you step inside. "What's this?!"

"Oh, uh, just a little surprise," Paulie chuckles, "A welcome home party for Jimmy and my girl."

Everyone starts exchanging hugs, giving you and Jimmy a proper New York welcome. As you put your arms around Henry's shoulders, you hear Karen from behind him, "OH no! I know ya not still wearin' your engagement ring," she grabs your hand and pulls you toward her to inspect the ring closer. Her voice lowers a bit, "No, this one's different. It's got pearls on it."

The room is filled with confused faces, until Jimmy takes your other hand in his, "Well, uh, we were on a little island for 2 or 3 months, pearls was all they had!"

Suddenly you're surrounded with Ooh's and Aah's and an "Attaboy Jimmy!" as it dawns on everyone that you're engaged.

"Hey, wait 'til they tell ya about how I'm gonna be a grandad!!" Paulie announces, and again the room fills with noise from everyone's surprise and congratulations. Any other family might have found it odd that you rushed into a new relationship, but this group likes keeping a closed circle, and everyone had their bets placed on you and Jimmy from day one.

Speak of the Devil, you feel his arms slip around you and a hand rests on your baby bump. He whispers in your ear, "I love you both so much. This is the way it always shoulda been."

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