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With the train ride now over, the sergeants ran, scouring the market for two familiar faces. Their footsteps in sync, crunching delicate mounds of white snow. Soap broke through the crowd first, then Gaz and Gary were right with him.
âWhere the hell are they?â Gaz pants out, his breaths misting in the cold air.
âYou said the marketplace,â Soap huffs.
âYeah, I said the marketplace, but it's not like I know exactly where they went!â Gaz snaps back.
While the two sergeants bicker, Roach quietly breaks away, scanning the area until he spots the familiar figures theyâd been hunting for. Price and Ghost stand outside a cigar shop, deep in conversation. The satisfied grin on Price's face tells Roach everythingâhe got what he was after.
âTheyâre over there!â Roach exclaims, snapping his partners out of their lovers' quarrel.
Gaz and Soap go silent, their eyes following Roachâs line of sight until they, too, spot their Lieutenant and Captain.
In a heartbeat, the three of them are sprinting toward their unsuspecting targets. Soap grins like a madman, practically buzzing with mischief, while Gaz shakes his head, both amused and slightly wary of what might unfold. Roach, meanwhile, is simply thrilled to be along for the ride.
They skid to a stop right in front of the two men, chests heaving as they catch their breath in the biting winter air.
âThe hell is wrong with you lot?â Priceâs voice cuts through, laced with a mix of annoyance and bemusement as he shifts his attention from Ghost to the winded sergeants.
Ghost, arms crossed, eyes them with quiet scrutiny. His winter coat does little to conceal his bulky frame, a silent reminder of his imposing presence as he stands beside Price.
Price and Ghost waited for an explanation, knowing well everytime those three got together, they were definitely up to no good.
Like how they put semi-permanent green dye in Ghost's shampoo for Halloween.
âWe⌠we saw. A kid with your face,â Gaz manages, still catching his breath, pointing straight at Ghost.
Ghost raises a brow, baffled. A kid with his face? What the hell did that mean? Did they think he looked like a baby?
Soap huffs in mock disappointment, shooting a playful glare at Gaz. âOi, I wanted to say it!â
Predictably, the two dive into another back-and-forth. Gaz isnât one to shout, but Soap has a talent for riling anyone up.
Price lets their little show go on for only a moment before his stern voice cuts in, slicing through their bickering. âOne of you properly explain, or you'll be walking back to base.â
Roach steps up, eager to clarify. âThereâs a kid, probably about two, and she looks exactly like the Lt. Scowl, glare, and all!â
Price and Ghost pause, their expressions twisting as they both tryâand failâto imagine a little girl with Simonâs permanent scowl.
Price shudders, shaking the thought from his head. âThat is not a face a kid should have.â
âThatâs exactly what I said,â Gaz chimes in, nodding emphatically.
Ghost throws him an offended look, his usually hardened eyes showing a glimmer of hurt. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âNothing!â they all exclaim in unison, even Price, who quickly averts his gaze as Ghostâs glare narrows on him.
Ghost huffs, then crosses his arms. âDid you take a picture?â
Soap snorts, leaning against the wall with a smirk. âAye, right, 'cause that wouldnae be creepy at all.â
Ghost stares daggers Into Soap, rolling his eyes and pushing himself off the wall. âOkay, then where is she?â
The three stooges lead the charge once again, this time with their Captain and Lieutenant in tow. They weave through the crowd toward the train park, where Soap eagerly scans for the woman and kid heâd spotted earlier. But the line they were in is empty, the pair nowhere to be found.
âShite. I think theyâre gone,â Soap mutters, his Scottish accent thickening in his frustration, the words rolling out with a clipped bite.Â
âSo the imaginary woman and kid donât actually exist,â Ghost deadpans, unimpressed.
âThey exist!â Gaz insists, voice edging on exasperation.
âSure,â Ghost replies, his tone flat and thoroughly unconvinced.
Roach snickers, then glances over at Priceâonly to see him staring slack-jawed through the window of a nearby cafĂŠ, his cigar dangling from his mouth, forgotten.
âCap?â Roach says, touching the older manâs shoulder.
Price doesnât look away, nodding toward the cafĂŠ. âFound them.â
Everyone turns toward the cafĂŠ, eyes landing on you and Adira. The little girl is happily weaving between your legs, her tiny hands gripping your coat as she entertains herself, all while you order hot chocolates to fend off the winter chill. A soft smile touches your lips as you watch her play, blissfully unaware of the audience gathering just outside.
The barista, with a warm smile, hands over two cups, one with a little extra marshmallows for Adira, her voice bright as she wishes you both a merry Christmas. You take the cups with a grateful nod, handing one to Adira. She immediately takes her drink, sipping eagerly, her small feet bouncing on her heels from the sugar rush.
âYummy?â You ask, glancing down at her with a soft smile, a wave of motherly pride swelling in your chest as you watch her delight in the simple joy of her drink.
Adira nods eagerly, her eyes lighting up as she pulls away from her straw with a satisfied sigh. âYummy.â
With a soft chuckle, you both leave the warmth of the shop, stepping out into the crisp air. Hand in hand, you walk back toward the park, the world around you feeling peaceful despite the cold. As you reach the crosswalk, you stop, waiting for the light to turn. Adira looks up at you, her little face filled with contentment as she swings your joined hands back and forth, her sugary energy still buzzing.
Across the way, the team stood frozen, unable to look away from the scene unfolding before them. Everyone but Ghost was struck by how much Adira looked like himâher features unmistakably mirroring his, save for the color of her hair and skin. The resemblance was uncanny, and for a brief moment, it felt like the world had stopped around them.
âShe looks nothing like me,â Ghost stated plainly, his voice cutting through the stillness as though it were fact. His expression was unmoving, a wall of stubbornness in his eyes. He was ready to die on that hill.
Then, as fate would have it, a woman walking her dog passed by, and Adiraâs cherub-like face hardened into a cold, calculating stare. It was subtle, but unmistakable.Â
âNevermind,â Ghost muttered, his earlier conviction faltering as he watched her shift before his eyes.
âSo⌠youâve been having fun these past years?â Roach asked, his gaze flicking between Adira and Ghost, curiosity getting the better of him.
âNot that I know of,â Ghost grunted, his eyes still locked on you and Adira, a mix of unease and something else flickering across his face. He couldnât pull himself away.
âLetâs get closer,â Price commanded, already making his move. Soap and Roach exchanged a shrug, falling in line without hesitation.
âExcuse me?â Gaz sputtered, though his body had already begun moving before his brain could catch up, unable to defy the Captainâs order.
Ghost fell silent, teeth gritted. This wasnât a situation he was used to, especially not one where he was forced to go in blind. He stood stiffly at the crosswalk, trying to hide his glances, his focus split between the team and you.
Soap ended up the closest, standing just next to Adira. The little girl paused, her big, doe-like eyes lifting from her drink to catch sight of him. The recognition was instant. Her lips pursed into a small line, and her gaze grew heavy with annoyance.Â
âUgeeâŚâ she whispered, scooting closer to you.
Soap froze, his mind stuttering for a moment. Did she justâ? Did she call me ugly?
Gaz, standing behind him, couldnât contain himself. A muffled laugh broke through as Soap turned to look at the others, wide-eyed and speechless, completely taken aback.
âDo ye lot think I'm ugly?â Soap asked, his voice thick with disbelief, clearly thrown off by the little girl's words.
âNot the time, Mctavish,â Price said, a tiny laugh tugging at the corner of his lips despite the situation.
The streetlight flickered green, signaling it was time to move. You adjusted yourself, ready to cross the street. Each member of the team started mentally preparing, unsure of howâor even ifâthey should approach you. Ghost, however, was the first to make a move, determined to intercept you. But Soap, ever the opportunist, beat him to it.
Ghost wasnât exactly subtle, and having him try anything would probably send you running in the opposite direction.
âExcuse me, arenât you the lady from the train?â Soap called out, his voice light, though his intentions were clear.
You paused at his interruption, recognition flickering in your eyes. You remembered the man who bumped into you earlier. âYes? Is something the matter?â
âDo you happen to know where I could find Leslies?â Soap asked, a hint of uncertainty creeping into his voice, though he tried to mask it.
âThe pub?â you asked, raising an eyebrow.
âYes,â Soap confirmed, his face lighting up with a mix of relief and surprise at your easy response.
You look around for a moment, trying to remember and see the street names of your current location. âUhâŚit should be about a couple blocks south from here. They have a big sign, you can't miss it.â
Thank God for Soap, because that one question was all he needed to keep you trapped in a conversation, his charm working its magic as you giggled and chatted away easily, the awkwardness of the situation melting away.
Meanwhile, Ghostâs attention shifted to Adira. He looked down at her, and she, almost instinctively, looked up at him. Their eyes locked in a silent staring contest, each of them studying the other. The intensity in their gaze was undeniable, both sets of eyes reflecting the same quiet, unwavering strength. It was like looking in a mirrorâa mirror that mirrored back his own hardened stare and no-nonsense attitude.
Adira was, quite literally, his mini me. The resemblance was impossible to ignore.
âHow old are you?â Ghost asked bluntly, his voice low as he kneeled down to Adiraâs height, his gaze intense but trying to soften.
Adira paused for a moment, glancing up at you for help, but you were still caught up in conversation with Soap. She turned her focus back to Ghost, her small fingers fidgeting with the hem of her coat as she murmured shyly, âTwoâŚâ
She was two. Two. Ghostâs mind raced, trying to piece together the details, but nothing clicked. Nearly three years ago⌠what had he done three years ago? He kept everything categorized, stored in his mind like a well-organized file system, but this was something that didnât fit.
Then, Soapâs voice broke through his thoughts.Â
âYou donât seem like the type of lass to frequent Leslies.â
You giggled, a soft blush creeping up your cheeks at Soapâs question. He wasnât wrong⌠at least, not entirely. âIâve only been to Leslieâs once, and, well⌠itâs how I ended up with my little blessing.â You glanced down at Adira, the warmth of your smile radiating as you spoke.
Everything shattered in that moment. Ghostâs stomach twisted painfully, his heart skipping a beat as the realization slammed into him like a freight train. Leslie's. Almost three years ago, during that stupid holiday.
His mind began to piece it together, the hazy memories from that night slowly coming into focus. He remembered the bar, the laughter, the way you had caught his attention. You were easy on the eyes, easy to make laugh, and most importantlyâunlike everyone else. You didnât ask questions, didnât pry, you just let him lead, let him slip into the night with no strings attached.
But now, as he looked at Adira, everything fell into place. The way she stared at him, those familiar eyes, the resemblance he couldnât ignore. His breath hitched, and the weight of the truth crushed himâshe was his daughter.
A knot formed in his throat as he tried to process the fact. Adira. His daughter. The little girl standing before him was his flesh and blood, the result of a moment he'd long since buried in the depths of his mind.
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I was like 11-12 years old when I figured out at a boring-ass church activity that you could put rocks into little plastic spoons and then pelt people who annoyed me with them. I did this for the rest of the activity, and at Sunday dinner the next night was bragging about my victory (cornering the mean kid who picked on my youngest brother and pelting him with rocks). One of my cousins was like âno way, that sounds SO fun! Letâs do that RIGHT NOW!â So we grabbed spoons and went and got pebbles from the back yard and launched them at each other.
The problem was my grandma sold her soul for the worldâs most resilient plastic spoons so we could launch those fuckers HARD. I gave out welts like candy on Halloween, and I got them back in kind.
So we resorted to taking cover and giggling until we got whacked, then yelping, then returning fire.
My cousin hid in my grandpaâs little fishing boat. It was a good boat, but simple and honestly underused. We didnât know the little windows on it, meant to keep the wind out of my grandpaâs face while he drove, were cracking. However, they were definitely cracking. Eventually it became obvious and we realized we had been being dumb.
This was NOT the first time in my life Iâd been dumb roughhousing and broken something, and I had developed a reputation in my family as being âsuicidally honestâ so I was the one to deliver the bad news. My grandpa let out a pretty good chuckle and said it was OK, tousled my hair, and asked my grandma to bring me cake. I am not kidding. I learned later he hated his boat and only bought it for his kidsâ sakes, since he thought everyone needed to know how to fish. At the time though I was just bewildered and pleased at my good fortune. FINALLY, at long last, being honest and telling the truth about breaking something expensive was getting me cake. I knew if I kept trying it would eventually serve me, and now so had CAKE. I was pleased as could be.
My dad, on the other hand, was livid. He LOVED that boat. He spent several weeks each summer recovering from breaking ribs in that boat every year for about 7 years prior to this incident. He had great memories and memories that boat. So he told my Grandma NO cake for me AND that Iâd be coming by this weekend to fix stuff around the house and pay for the broken window with my babysitting/lawn mowing money.
Obviously I was devastated, but that felt more in-line with the way things normally went when I broke something expensive so I just figured it was OK. My grandpa gave my grandma a look and sadly said âOk, have her here on Saturday to help me with some yard work.â
That Saturday my dad woke me up at 6:00 sharp and drove me, sleepy and bewildered, to my grandpaâs house. He was mumbling under his breath the whole time but he thought he was teaching me consequences for my actions so he was ultimately OK with it.
We get to my grandpaâs house at 6:15. My grandpa is outside with a ladder hanging Christmas lights. The lawn is freshly mowed, the trees and garden are weeded and well-tended to, the carnations in the front yard look immaculate, and my grandpa has this giddy mischievous look on his face. He tells me he was so excited that I was coming over that he couldnât sleep, so he did all the yard work himself. He asked me to help him put up Christmas lights and decorate the Christmas tree, which I did, then said that because I was such a good helper I could have some pancakes for breakfast. I was sent home with the slice of cake I had been denied the week before, wrapped to keep it as fresh as possible.
The whole way home my dad looked a little miffed, but told me that he was glad I had been honest and was proud of me for helping grandpa. I know he wanted me to Learn a Lessonâ˘ď¸the cowboy way, like he had as a kid, but didnât have much room to complain since Iâd still been Put To Work.
I think that was a lesson for both of us, although Iâm not totally sure what it was supposed to show me. I think it was my grandpaâs way of showing my dad that discipline without tenderness doesnât count as much. He died last year and I miss him terribly, as does my dad. I hope that my story of victory, drama, punishment, and ultimately a secret second victory is meaningful to someone else out there, but if not it still means a lot to me â¤ď¸
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love is a kick to the stomach
max verstappen - sequel to: lust is a loaded hand gun
tags: smut/fluff, pregnancy & kids, falling in love, dad!max, body worship, tenderness, plot, cowgirl position
a/n: this was made possible by the support of over a dozen people asking for a sequel! i hope you enjoy it <3
"are you sure you're going to be fine on your own?" your former teammate charles asked as he helped you pack the last of your suitcases. your apartment in monaco was bare, and for good reason, you were going home.
you replied with a shrug, "i'll be fine. i mean if i could sustain a driving career for as long as i did. i can handle raising a baby." you rubbed your lower back a little bit.
charles said,"i guess so, you know, monaco isn't a terrible place to raise a child." he gestured to himself with raised eyebrows.
"as much as i'd love to." you said, "i think people will start to raise eyebrows when they see max's look-alike running around. plus, i guess it's a way to get away from it. something simpler for my kid."
you hadn't spoken to the father of your son, max didn't know you were pregnant. and it was the best for everyone if he never knew that you had a child with him.
you remember the first time you held nicolas in your arms, it took you close to ten hours for you to deliver him. you had to say, the aches and pains of racing were nothing compared to the rising anxiety and pain of delivering a child. didn't help he was stubborn like this father. you tried not to think about max too much during the moments of lessened pain. part of you wanted him there, while you were determined to raise your child alone. the moments of weakness you felt during delivery made you want to hastily unblock max's number and call him before the next contractions came.
"okay, okay. just you and me, baby, just you and me." you told yourself as you laid in the hospital bed with your belly swollen from the months of carrying your son. you hissed through your teeth as another contraction hit.
in the end, you had nicolas. or nico as you called him. tired, over-heated as you pushed out your baby. the nurse told you it was a boy. wrapped in a blanket as he was placed on your chest. you could only describe it as maternal warmth as you cried. this was your baby. your little nico. "congratulations." the nurse told you as you held onto him gently. when you gave birth to your son, max was in monaco streaming with the rest of the redline team. fully unaware that you just had his child.
you lived a quiet life after that, but sometimes you could still feel the rumble of the track in your soul. it pulled you in, there was no reason for it to come back. there was no way you could, nico needed his mother and you made the choice to start a family of your own.
"nico!" you giggled towards your toddler, nico was now close to three years old! you picked him up from his spot at the coffee table, surrounded by papers and markers. you gave him a kiss on the cheek and said, "remember uncle charlie?" you swayed a little with the child in your arms.
the little boy nodded, "uh-huh." charles sent you and nico christmas presents every year. he even visited once or twice during summer break and spent a week with the two of you, he loved the time away from the hustle and bustle of racing. nico knew uncle charlie mostly because of leo, you had to teach him how to be gentle with the dog.
"well, he is inviting us somewhere. we're going to see him race, just like what mama used to do." it was the pre-season testing, it would be nice to see everyone. see how things changed in the three years since you left, "i know you've been asking about the cars." you smiled at the little boy.
nico really was the son of two racers, even now he was colouring pages of cars and he learned some of his colours from the cars in your neighbourhood. his expression light up, "the cars?"
you chuckled and said, "yes! we'll see the cars go really fast." it felt somewhat silly to say that raising a child felt more fulfilling than any of the titles you won.
it was almost more challenging with more rewards. driving was intense and lit an inferno in your stomach. but, you were constantly swarmed by the media with people yelling in your ear at all times. you were both hated and loved by the press, the organization and the fans. and while parenthood was harder in a lot of ways, it was nice. it was quieter. you saw friends, you found interest in painting, you read all the books you bought on your travels as a racer. the best part about having a kid was having a travel buddy. you weren't your stats or your trophies, you were just you.
but driving was a drug, and you also wanted to see the cars go very fast. so within a couple of weeks you were on the track for the pre-season.
"and that nico, is a racing car." you pointed towards the red ferrari car. a similar one to the one you drove. and you watched your young son light up the way you did all those years prior.
-
you knew you were going to see max. it was stupid to think that you could not see him. he had won the previous year's wdc, he was everywhere. so while you spoke to lewis and charles, you caught sight of him. and he caught sight of the toddler in your arms.
charles looked over to where your gaze was and said, "oh shit." then tried to shift over to sort of usher you and nico away from the gaze of max. but you reached out and touched your former teammates shoulder.
"it's fine..." you assured him. the past year, as it felt like nico was growing so much everyday. the feelings about max had resurfaced. while you believed that you and your network of friends and family could raise nico just fine. max didn't know that nico existed. a night of passion was just that in max's mind.
you shifted your toddler in your arms and looked over to max. you smiled and gave him a small wave. and you could see the expression cross max's face.
nico let go of the front of your shirt and made child's grabby-hands towards the man. and max took a bold step forward, and then another, and then another before he was crowded in your space. an expression across his face as he looked down at you and nico.
"hey." you said.
"hi." he replied. he raised his hand for a moment, but stopped himself. he swallowed and asked, "who is this?"
you looked down at the boy who was holding onto your shirt once more. you smiled at max, "nicolas. but everyone calls him nico. he's my son."
our son.
max swallowed and looked at the boy. he patted him on the top of the head and smiled, "well, hello nico. your mama was an amazing driver." he looked at you once more before you were pulled away by charles to see the rest of the ferrari team. max watched you walk away, just as he did all those years prior.
-
"can i watch nico?" charles asked while
"i can watch him just fine. i've been doing it for three years." you chuckled as you grabbed a chip from the bag and ate it.
charles crossed his arms and looked at you, "when was the last time you had a break? plus me and alexandra are thinking about, maybe, having a child once my career winds down." he smiled a little, "want to make sure that i can handle a three year old."
you looked to your son on the carpeted floor playing with the duplo blocks that you had brought with you. you then looked to charles and asked, "so you're probably assuming that if you can handle the son of me and him, you can handle your own child?"
charles nodded, "the child of ferrari's princess and mad max. must be a handful." he laughed a little.
"he's not the son of satan, charles." you playfully shoved your former teammate. and he shrugged. you were thankful in a way that you didn't go with charles' plan for him to father your child. you felt like that would've been more complicated than what you had now, since you liked charles' current partner.
"take the night off or at least a few hours. go do something for yourself." charles gave you a sympathetic glance. and you had no choice to concede.
he was right, since nico's birth you had no time for yourself unless he was asleep. but usually you fell asleep too. in the end you dressed nicely, in a pencil skirt and a white blouse. you had your purse on hand and told charles to text you if there were any issues. and you made nico promise you to be good. you kissed the boy's cheek before you headed out.
you ended up at a bar. it wasn't busy and you blended in with the other patrons. the press didn't bother you too much, you had been out of the spotlight for long that it was mostly making the public aware that you still existed and now you had a kid.
"well, well, well." a man's voice caught your attention. you looked up from your phone to see max by your table, "has ferrari's princess finally come back to her castle."
you swallowed, "hi, max."
"where's the little one?"
"with charles tonight."
max nodded, "i was going to make a joke about him being the father... but i know that's not true." he sat down across from you at the table. he rested his forearms on the table, his watch shined in the low light of the bar, "what happened?"
"nothing happened. i just retired."
"with my son... a son i knew nothing about." his voice was low, "why didn't you tell me? do you think so low of me i wouldn't have tried to help? you ran off back home and blocked me..." there was a look in his eyes.
"i didn't want to burden the world champion." you lied as you took a sip of your stiff drink. you felt tension in your shoulders as you took a sip. your heart rattled in your chest, "i didn't expect you to do anything. i didn't need you to."
max reached across the small table and took a hold of your wrist to bring your closer. then he locked his fingers with yours. he said, "maybe i wanted to... did you never think i wanted to be a father?"
you swallowed, "no." you assumed he didn't. not after everything, you heard enough of his father's berating in your karting career. the angry dutch words followed by insults in english so everyone knew what was being said. and that apprently only scratched the surface of what had been done to him. you thought max was a good fit because he would be so disinterested in being a parent. but as he looked at you, hand in yours. you realized you made a grave error. you said, "being a parent isn't easy."
max chuckled, "i know. i'm not stupid. i thought about that night we shared, it comes back to me. i've never wanted someone the way i wanted you. and to know you carried my child, it only pulls me in more."
you took another sip of your drink with your free hand and said, "and what are you going to do about it, verstappen?" you may be a mother now, but you were ferrari's princess, the temptress on wheels. you'd still go toe-to-toe with any man.
max simply smiled.
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you ended up in max's hotel room. his hands on you like they were all those years ago. he touched you the way a lover would as the two of you passionately made out. you moaned against his lips and you held onto his strong shoulders.
"i thought about you every day of your retirement. i wanted to know what happened. i thought you were sick." he kissed along your neck, his hands at your waist.
"i mean, i did have quite the stomach bug. took ten hours to get him out." you moaned a little bit as his lips grazed over your pulse point. you could feel a surge of pleasure through you. you had been with anyone intimately since max. you didn't have time for dates let alone hook-ups.
"i should've been there. i would've been there in a heartbeat. you, me, nico... a family." he said as he looked to you once more and you toyed with the material of his shirt, "i always had a fondness for you. you let nothing stop you."
you smiled, "i always thought you wanted a model... not a driver."
he pressed his chest against yours and looked into your eyes, "maybe in another time. i wish i could've seen you pregnant." he swallowed as his hands touched your breasts.
you chuckled lowly, "someone wanted a milf?"
he shook his head as he pressed his forehead to yours, "no, no. i wanted to see your body change from what we made. the child we made together."
"but racing..."
he groaned, "fuck it. choose between another trophy taking up space in my apartment... or a home with you and nico. such a hard choice, don't you think?" he chuckled as he held you so close to him. he groped your breasts, "a man who finds more fulfillment in pieces of plastic and metal than having a home to go to is a stupid man."
you chuckled, "i guess i didn't want to be your wag either."
he shook his head, "i don't think you can be a wag if you played the sport. if you are worried about there being expectations placed on you, then don't worry. if you can't drive, then i'll drive twice as hard for us. any ten second gap i have will be twenty seconds, because i know you only expect the best."
you felt warmth in your cheeks. and eventually he led you to the bedroom. you ended up on the bed with max undoing your button up. you giggled, "ah, does someone like mothers?"
he groaned with his nose against your heated skin, "only when they had my kid... nico looked exactly like me." he said as he got the button up off your shoulder.
you moaned, but then yelped as he pushed you back onto the bed. you looked up at him, "i'm on birth control." you licked your lips as you got out of your bra and max took off his t-shirt, "fuck, now i remember why i wanted to have a baby with you."
he put his hands on his hips and smiled. tiny waist, broad shoulders. a certain strength to him, but he didn't look like a dehydrated mess. he was strong in a way that excited you, but you also knew that he loved a good meal. long before he gorged himself on your cunt, he happily ate the meals you cooked. you remember he even said, "you'd make a great wife." which honestly sowed the seed that led to nico.
the night of passion that led to the making of your son. you could feel max's eyes wander across your body and he licked his lips. he said, "you look good. bit more curves than when we last were like this."
"yeah, i had an eight pound baby." you chuckled as you got the rest of your clothes off. max's hungry gaze lingered, "i got a few more curves that a track as carry him for nine months, you know he was three days overdue."
"stubborn." max laughed as he unzipped his jeans, "just like his mama."
you narrowed your eyes, "no, just like his old man." and max was all over you. the kissed became hungry and needy. neither of you had been intimate with another person since the night you made nico. three years ago. you were busy with a baby while max couldn't get you out of his head. he tried to find another woman, he tried to be close to someone. but you always pulled in the back of his mind.
both of you were into the hotel room and max kissed at your breasts. your breasts were roughly average size before you got pregnant. the training and weight guidelines for racing prevented you from having a big chest. but you went up at least a cup and a half during your pregnancy. and max loved kissing the heated skin.
"fuck." you gasped. both naked on the bed, moved against one another. it was like being in a familiar place. you knew max's body just as you did all those years ago. you kissed him and ended up straddled max's waist.
he was up against the pillows and your knees on either side of him. your hands roamed his chest and he shuddered. he looked up at you with those blue eyes, "please, fuck. please, give me a chance. give me a chance to be there for you and nico.."
you swallowed, you never expected that from max. a man on the top like that wouldn't easily quiver at the aspect of being a father. but max wanted it. he wanted the family. he wanted a home. you sighed to yourself, you guessed an apartment full of trophies wasn't enough.
you put a hand on his chest before you sank on his cock, "max. if nico decided not to peruse racing.... would you still love him?" that was a conversation you had to have with yourself. you loved racing, that was your passion for years. but you promised yourself to never be the parent that you saw early in your career. twisting their children to make them conform to the parent's standards. to force them into racing.
he said, those blue eyes gazed up at you, "if nico wanted to race. i'm behind him a hundred percent. if it doesn't, nothing changes... he is still my son. i'm behind him through everything."
you leaned down to kiss max on the lips, "fuck, max." you sank down onto his cock and continued to kiss him. you splayed your hands across his broad chest and continued to move against him.
"shit." he shuddered. he felt a certain euphoria that left him needy for more. never had he had soemthing like this. not since the last time he had you. it was a amazing. to have you so close once more. he wrapped his strong arms around you and moved against you. the kisses shared between you two were hot and heavy, it left him feeling tense in a good way. to have you on top of him, close to him was a feeling he wished he could never forget.
even after three years you still occupied his mind in ways that left him shuddering against you. after three years, after all this time, he still wanted to map your body with his tongue. even the changes post-pregnancy. he held onto you and kissed at your heated skin. he wished he was there, seeing the progress of you carrying nico. to be a father. he moved against you, he held you. he loved you, but he had been holding onto that love for some time. unable to properly display it, and to find out you had a child with him only fueled the passion for you. the two of you moved against one another, you both felt the intense pleasure from the heated movements against one another.
this was how you should've been a long time ago. if max had known you wanted a baby, he would've happily had one with you. but he should've been there for every moment of it. even if you couldn't race because of the pregnancy, max would kiss every winning trophy in your honor, he'd race for both of you. and then come to the paddock with you and nico, a family of three. a family he always wanted.
he wanted to kiss you in front of the cameras. even if you were retired, he wanted to make you feel that every winning was for both of you. he kissed at you heated skin and you moaned, he felt the warmth of love in his gut. you two should've been married by now, a house somewhere quiet. it didn't even have to be in monaco. max would happily pack up his racing sim gear and his cats, and move to anywhere you desired. he hoped that you two could be a family.
to come home after a triple header and see you and nico. the boy looked so much like him. those round cheeks, those wide eyes. the excitement on the track and his need to be close to his mother (you). it screamed a young max, but max wanted to be a better father. he wanted to be present, he wanted to be there for his son.
he groaned, "please, please. let me into your little family." he kissed as your larger breasts and moved against you. the pleasure was deep inside of him. to have you once more felt like a dream.
you held onto his short hair for a moment, you groaned a little bit as you felt the immense heat between you two. you leaned down and kissed him on the head with such tenderness. this wasn't the kind of sex you had all that time ago, this was something more softer. more gentle. less like a means to an end, and more like you two were becoming familiar with each other's bodies again.
"you look perfect," he said lowly, "i'm surprised you hadn't picked uo a husband after all the time." he held on a little tighter and worked your body against him. the pleasure shot through the both of you which only spurred you on the move faster.
your bucked your hips against his, you felt the inferno in your belly as you held his face and kissed him once more. if he wanted to be in nico's life then you'd allow it. you'd let max be involved, be the father he wanted to be. you thought his trophies were more important, but seeing him, his eagerness to be in nico's life made you realize that he wanted a family, a home. you kissed him once more as the two of you thrusted against one another.
you knew racing would always pull you back in eventually. it had that effect on people. it was infectious, even tucked away in your domestic life. you still sat on the couch with your rambunctious toddler and watched the races at odd hours.
"why do you want a life with me and nico, you could have any-"
"i don't want to hear it. nico deserves a father and you deserve a loving partner... hell, maybe even a husband." he said with total conviction as he moved against you. the pleasure felt like it was going to boil over soon.
you moved against him, eagerness in your movements. you couldn't think of anymore things to prevent max from being part of your family. your movements staggered and you felt the pleasure bloom into something more. you hissed, "fuck," while you moved against him. you felt the inferno in your soul, the need for him in ways you didn't need any other man.
this was the father of your son, and you carried feelings for him just as you carried nico. the combination of you two, the affection you had for one another in a brief moment. it was something you wanted to expand on. you wanted to love max verstappen.
you held onto the father of your child. you came around his cock and arched your back. you felt the fury of lust through your body as you moved against him. you laid a heavy kiss on his lips as your pussy clenched around his cock, "fuck." you said, words muffled by the kiss. max wrapped his strong arms around you and moved against you further. you felt his cock nudge against some of your softest areas and it made you toes curl through climax.
he groaned into the kiss and continued to move against you. a few more heavy strokes and he finished inside of you. he practically melted against you and you smiled against his lips with affection. his brain felt swamped with emotion as he said, "i love you."
and without thinking you replied, "i love you too, max." then kissed him once more with total affection for one another.
max swallowed as he held you as you slowed your pace to a stop. he craned his neck to press his cheek against your soft stomach, "don't leave again... please."
"max." you panted and combed your fingers through his hair. he held onto you tighter as if you were going to slip away.
he said, in a tone you never thought you could hear from a world champion, "don't.. don't leave." this was supposed to be simple. max was a means to a child, but he wanted to be in nico's life. he wanted to be a father.
you wrapped your arms around him and held him close to your abdomen. you exhaled deeply and said, "i don't want to pressure you into being a father... if you're going to be in his life, you're going all in. he needs stability."
max lifted his head to look at you. those blue eyes dazzled in the low light of his hotel room. he held onto you a little tighter, not enough to bruise however. he said, "i'm all in. you, me, and nico." like a promise.
maybe it was the post-orgasm hormones or maybe because you became a tad more in touch with your emotions after having a child. but when max said that, you cried.
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"go nico! go, go!!!" you shouted as your nine year old sailed past the finish line in first place and you broke into a grin. your husband wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close into a kiss. you laughed into the kiss and said to your husband, "oh man. ow, ow. okay, okay!" you looked down at your swollen middle, "someone isn't happy about the excitement."
"sorry there, little one." max's hand rubbed your swollen middle. his wedding band gleamed in the afternoon light. you were welcoming a son in four months and could already feel the commotion of racing.
you smiled at max for a moment before your son got out of the cart and you were moving as fast as you could to greet him. with his helmet off, you cupped your son's chubby cheeks. he was looking more like max every day, but smashed records the way you did.
you were soon a family of four. you didn't live in your home country and max had moved away from monaco when you got married. max was a good father, as he picked up nico with ease.
"you did amazing, nico. good job!" he beamed at the little boy and the boy beamed back at him. you knew that people shouldn't have children to heal a part of themselves. you learned that when you were pregnant the first time. but when max gave praise to your son, he was giving the young boy the support he never got. that if nico was going to eventually end up in formula one, it wasn't going to be the way that max was brought up.
he'd do it right.
stern when he needed to be. you'd both push nico to be the best, but also give him the love a wide-eyed, chubby cheeked boy needed. and as you leaned down as best as you could to kiss your son on the cheek. you felt like a family. it felt like home.
you were confident that you could've raised both nico and your future son by yourself. but it was an adventure you'd rather share with max. <3
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in which youâre forced into having a talk with your ex-boyfriend, rafe cameron, on the boat ride to morocco.
being a pogue and rafe cameronâs ex was not easy. although you dated shortly before he killed peterkin, and you were sure he barely even remembered your favourite colour, seeing him blatanly disrespect you and his friends, and go down a path you tried so hard to prevent him from, was hard to watch. but now heâs picked himself up since ward died. you thought you had another chance to at least be on good terms. sending flowers and a card to tanneyhill when ward died, smiling at him when youâd see him around. it didnât work, he still hated you and your friends.
fortunately, he redeemed himself ever so slightly by volunteering to take the pogues to morocco. rafe had to find chandler groff, you guys wanted the blue crown. it was perfect.
until jj punched him, that is. he knocked him out cold. with a scolding âjj!â coming from majority of the pogues, including you, jj carries him down into the downstairs washroom and ties his wrists to a pole. they donât trust him, which is fair. you donât either â you shouldnât, anyway.
rafe was down there quietly for a mere half hour until he woke up with a groan from his head hitting the ground earlier, followed up with yelling once he realizes he was stuck down there.
all touching your noses and saying ânot itâ the minute pope suggests someone going down there to check on him, youâre the unlucky one who said it last. shutting up your protests, john b gently coaxes you downstairs, saying things like, âyou used to mack on himâ, âthis is good, you know himâ, âhe wonât hurt you,â john b leaves you downstairs once you make it to the door of the bathroom. knocking gently, you timidly ask, âcan i come in?â
thereâs no answer. you can picture him. wrists tied, brows furrowed, eyes closed tightly as his head leans against the wall and towards the ceiling. his gorgeous stressed face. you slowly open the door, peeking your head in. âhi,â you say gently, timid around the scary and aggressive man you have the curse of calling your ex.
ââŚhey,â rafe says, voice rough as he shuts his eyes tight.
unsure what to say, you awkwardly stand there and stare down at him. âum, i brought asprin,â
âright, right, like i can fuckinâ swallow it. what, you gonna throw it in my mouth like a.. seal or something?â sassy, his upper lip lifts a bit as he thinks about it and isnât very fond of the idea.
a second of silence as you figure out what to say. ââŚum, ill just set it down here,â you say, putting the container down beside him. âsorry about your head.â
âyeah, uh, your little boyfriend canât control his fists, huh?â
ââŚnot my boyfriend,â you correct softly, though youâre not sure why you feel the need to tell him that. âbut no one really.. trusts you, rafe, so you kind of brought this on yourselfââ
he quickly interrupts you. âbullshit. you know why thatâs bullshit? because i was helping. who got you this boat, huh? me. i did. rafe. iâm the reason that you guys arenât swimming, or some shit, to north africa. iâm being helpful and understanding, and this is what i get. you think thatâs fair?â when youâre stood there in silence at his sudden raised voice, he repeats, âyou think thatâs fucking fair, y/n!?â he kicks a can in anger.
itâs like youâre his girlfriend again as you sit down next to him instantly instead of running. you get deja vu to the time three years ago when he was high on coke and got kicked out of the house. everyone ignored him except for you. â..um, okay, iâm gonna give you some asprin,â you say softly. âhelp your head. open,â you tell him, grabbing a pill as he gives you a look but opens his mouth. you pop it in his mouth and he dry swallows. âthere.â
you two share a look. you donât think itâs a bad look by any means. he looks frustrated still, but thereâs an underlying gentleness in his eyes, as if he registers youâre still the same girl you were when you two were together. ââŚand, um, for the record, i donât think itâs fair that youâre down here. you helped us, thats.. nice.â
the word âusâ when referring to you and the pogues makes him feel weird. âi donât get why you hang out with them,â he mutters as he looks at the ground. âtried so fucking hard to keep you away from them when we were.. together.â
âi know,â you whisper, your gaze dropping as well, to his tied wrists. you feel awful. âtrust me, your warnings still play in my head when iâm with them sometimes,â
âyou remind me of sarah.â he says. youâre not sure what that means.
âyou hate sarah,â
ânah, nahâ i donât hate her. hate who sheâs turned into,â he adjusts himself. âshe makes me sad. iâm sad for her, alright? she had so much potential.â he shrugs. âbut thereâs no saving her. sheâs in too deep,â he looks back up at you again. âi think thereâs saving you, though,â
ââŚthis is weird, rafe,â
âhow?â he asks.
âbecause in the years weâve been broken up, youâve never talked to me about this. feels like itâs a⌠trick or something,â
âitâs not a trick,â he assures, voice still rough. âlook, iâm out half a mill, iâm tied up in a bathroom, iâm probably gonna.. die or something. i got nothing to lose, may as well tell you my concern,â
âum, i appreciate it,â you say gently, unsure how to respond. âand iâm gonna go back upstairs.â
âheyâ no, woah, woah, woah,â he stops you quickly. âstay. okay?â
âi should go up and help with dinner, thoughââ
âno, stay. iâ i want you to stay, okay? i donât wanna be down here alone, and i want you away from the pogues,â
he doesnât wanna be alone. you feel bad for him all over again, nodding gently as you sit back down beside him. you always were so good for rafe.
youâre not sure how long youâll be down here with him. maybe until itâs late at night and heâs asleep. so gently, after about five minutes of silence, to ease some of the tension and pass the time, you murmur a, âtruth or dare?â
rafe just smiles.
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HI MAE so i didnt send the shy remus x reader ask but i saw that u wanted ideas and i had one. what about reader who's very cocky and like confident and stuff and remus is intimidated by her usually but then theyre at a party or smth and shes all drunk and shes all over him telling him stuff like how shes got the biggest crush on him or like how hes genuinely one of the most attractive people shes ever met and shy remus is js like đł while also taking care of her bc shes so drunk and simultaneously trying not to combust
Hi my love, thank you so much for your request!
cw: alcohol
shy!Remus x fem!reader ⥠1.1k words
Really, it should be Siriusâ responsibility to look after you. It is his party, after all. But Sirius has a love for delegating unwanted tasks and also a love for meddling (which Remus theorizes he got at least partly from James). So, naturally, youâre in Remusâ lap.Â
âYou guys are so nice,â you croon, words strung together like cursive and fingers toying with a loose thread of Remusâ sweater. Heâs resigned himself to letting you unravel the whole thing without complaint. âAll of you, all your friends are the nicestâŚthe warmest people I ever knew. Howâd you do that?âÂ
Remus smiles down at you. âI think James has always been good at bringing out the best in people.âÂ
Heâs not entirely sure how you came to be lying on your back on the couch, your head on Remusâ thigh and your hands reaching for the dangling thread above you like a cat enjoying some lazy play. If he asked you, Remus doesnât think youâd know, either. It makes a lovely view for him, your eyes uptilted in his direction and features relaxed and unguarded as a result of the series of tequila shots Sirius had cajoled you into not realizing youâd already had a few drinks. Remus very much enjoys having you this close and being able to look at you so casually, even if your brassy, larger-than-life demeanor often terrifies as much as impresses him. Even if your head on his thigh makes his face feel like a fire hazard.Â
âDonât think he had to work very hard with you. Youâre such a sweetheart already.â You say it so simply, an obvious truth, and Remus finds himself staying perfectly still like a rabbit in the woods that thinks it might yet escape your notice. His heartbeat pitters in everywhere from his cheeks to his fingertips. He worries heâs going to have to make a response, but your eyes widen suddenly. âOh! Sit still.âÂ
No problems there. Remus moves only his eyes as you sit up from his lap, tucking your feet underneath you and reaching for him with your lip trapped between your teeth in concentration. You touch a fingertip to his cheek and smile victoriously.Â
âGot it.â You turn your finger, showing him. âYou had an eyelash.â You blow it off your fingertip and onto Siriusâ rug. Remus marvels at the unthinking loveliness of you. âHave I talked to you about your eyes before?â you ask conversationally.Â
Remus blinks, ceasing his tracking of the eyelash to look at you. âI donât think so,â he ventures, though he knows you havenât. He remembers most exchanges youâve had, and he definitely would have remembered that.Â
âOh.â Your brows purse softly. âMustâve been with someone else,â you murmur, almost to yourself. âAnyway, itâs important to me that you know, theyâre really beautiful.âÂ
Remus startles, partly at the compliment but mostly at the touch you lay on his cheek, your fingers cool and gentle, like youâre steadying his face for your perusal. You look into his eyes attentively.Â
âTheyâre brown,â Remus says in a soft voice.Â
Your lips tilt like heâs said something funny. âNobodyâs eyes are just brown, Remus. There are so many different kinds.â Your index finger draws a short line across his cheekbone. Remus canât tell you mean for it to or not. âYours are sort of like aâŚlike a gradient. They get lighter farther down.âÂ
Remus decides to study your eyes as you study his, and he sees what you mean. The shadow of your lashes makes your irises look darker at the tops. Itâs difficult to tell, though, with your pupils eclipsing so much of them.Â
âTheyâre, like, a warmish brown,â youâre saying, gaze unwavering. âLike the color you want your tea to be. You know, thereâs some fact or study or something that says brown eyes make people feel safe. Did you know that?âÂ
âI didnât,â Remus says. The weight of your attention is taking its toll on him, his body aching to sink into the couch cushions. He wants to ask if brown eyes have that effect on you, but he doesnât have the nerve. âIs that so?â he asks instead.
You shrug. âI dunno. Works on me.âÂ
The breath stalls in Remusâ lungs. Youâre looking at him like you havenât said anything out of the ordinary, expression wide open and somewhat unfocused.Â
You yawn, removing your hand from his face to half cover your mouth. Itâs an awfully endearing show, and over too fast. âI guess thatâs probably whyââ You cut yourself off with a hiccup. Your eyes flare like you werenât expecting it, hand jumping back up in front of your mouth. Remus grins before he can stop himself.Â
âOh.â Your smile is an afterthought, a response to his. âSorry.âÂ
âItâs okay.â Remus isnât even certain what youâre apologizing for.Â
Your eyes have that sweet, attentive look again. âI really like when you smile.âÂ
Remus feels heat spread up to the tips of his ears. Itâs official. Heâs got more in common with a live flame than a human anymore. âWhat were you saying?â he prompts.Â
You bite your lip as though youâve forgotten. âOh!â Your eyes light. âJust, I guess thatâs probably why I have such a giant crush on you.âÂ
Remusâ heart thuds. He breathes, âWhat?âÂ
âYeah.â You roll your eyes, grinning at yourself. âItâs relentless.â Hiccup. âSuper embarrassing. Butâbut youâve got those eyes, and your freckles, and that sweetheart faceâŚâ You shrug again, helpless. Ride out another hiccup. âWhat am I supposed to do?âÂ
Remus stares at you. It seems impossible. You have a crush on him? Itâs out of the natural order. The worldâs gone to chaos. Itâs supposed to be the other way around! Remus pines silently after you, you eventually find some big, cocksure bloke who can match you, and Remus continues to pine whilst you go on with your brilliant, dazzling life. Thatâs the way itâs meant to be.Â
âI wouldâŚâ Remus finds his mouth forming around words he doesnât recognize until they come out. âIâd know a thing or two about a crush like that.âÂ
Your lips part, but you donât look offended. âWell, yeah. Iâd hope you knew I fancied you, Iâve only been seeking you out ever since we met.âÂ
Not what he meant. Remus did not, in fact, know that.Â
âI didnât notice you were,â he admits.Â
Your head tilts. âReally?â Thereâs an obvious follow up questionâthen what did you mean just now?âbut for one reason or another, you donât ask it. You only lean onto his shoulder, your head slipping a few inches down his arm.
Remus channels all his bravery into an arm around your waist to keep you from slumping further. He vows to himself to tell you tomorrow.
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All Mineâ Fratboy!Nicholas Chavez x Fem!Reader
summaryâ nicholas gets jealous as you spend more time a guy for a presentation but he shows you, him and everyone else yourâe his in the best way possible. based on this request.
warningsâ dom!nicholas then sub!nicholas, jealous!nicholas, possessiveness, oral(f), fingering, rough sex, choking, voyeurism, praise kink, daddy kink, unprotected sex, creampie.
Nicholas had never been the jealous typeâor so he thought. But the last few weeks had tested that notion in ways he hadnât expected. Youâd been spending hours with Brandon, working on your presentation, and while he trusted you completely, he couldnât ignore the way it felt seeing you and Brandon talking and laughing together. Brandon was popular in the frat, known for his charm, and Nicholas couldnât help but feel a pang of frustration whenever he saw the two of you together, his stomach twisting at the thought of anyone else seeing you the way he did.
One evening, Nicholas overheard Brandon talking with some other guys at the frat house. âMan, sheâs hot,â Brandon had said, just loud enough for him to hear. âI wouldnât mind spending more time with her.â
Nicholas felt his hands clench involuntarily, and it took everything in him not to say something or, worse, do something heâd regret. Instead, he walked away, trying to ignore the knot of jealousy tightening in his chest.
Finally, the day of the presentation arrived. You and Brandon presented flawlessly, earning an immediate 95%. But as you wrapped up and turned back toward Nicholas, he was already heading over to you, his expression soft but determined. Without a word, he took your hand and pulled you close, pressing his lips to yours in a deep, passionate kiss right in front of Brandon. It was uncharacteristic of his usual sweet and shy demeanor, but he didnât careâhe needed Brandon to know exactly where you stood.
When you pulled back, slightly breathless, you noticed the look of shock and irritation on Brandonâs face. Nicholas just gave him a calm, steady look before taking your hand and leading you out of the classroom with a âcome on baby, excuse me and my girlfriend Brandon.â
Back in his room at the frat house, Nicholas let out a relieved sigh, his hand resting on the small of your back. âIâm sorry,â he murmured, rubbing his neck sheepishly. âI- I didnât mean to get like that, but seeing him with youâit just, it just made me so fucking jealous.â
You smiled, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. âYou donât have to apologize, Nick. I only have eyes for you. Besides,â you teased, âI kind of liked seeing that side of you.â
He blushed, a small smile tugging at his lips. âGood,â he murmured, leaning in to kiss you, it was slow, his touch gentle but filled with the unmistakable spark of all that had been building up over the past few days.
His touch was electric, his hands roaming all over your body. The moved to your breasts, groping you as you moaned into his mouth.
âThese,â he breathed, pulling away just a bit as he grabbed your breasts again, âtheyâre mine.â
You had never seen him so possessive and jealous over you and boy, did it turn you on. He pushed you flat on his bed, his hand around your neck and stripped you of your clothes, roughly.
âN-Nick, are you sure? Everyoneâs hereâ.â He cut you off by pressing a kiss to your lips. He stripped himself of his clothing, his muscles flexing and you bit your lip in anticipation.
Immediately, he leaned down, attaching his lips to your pussy, savoring your taste as you squirmed underneath him and tried to contain your moans. âFuck, donât hold back those moans baby, let it out,â he murmured, in between his movements.
You tried to hold on, but the minute he slipped his fingers inside you, curling them to hit that spongy spot inside you, you were unable to hold back. Your moans filled the room as Nicholas lapped at your juices, his palm pressing against your abdomen. The pressure rested on your lower belly and he continued, his fingers speeding up along with his tongue on your clit.
âCum for me angel, I want you to cum on my tongue and I want to hear you scream.â
Your back arched off the bed and you squirmed under him as your juices spurted from you and onto his tongue.
âThatâs my good girl, only I can make you squirt like that. Brandon wishes,â he scoffed.
A soft whimper left your lips as he stood up, pumping his hard and thick cock. He was hard the moment he tasted you.
Before he began fucking you, he lifted you up by your neck, making you look out the window.
âThereâs the asshole,â he chuckled, making you look at Brandon walking towards the house, âIâm gonna make sure he hears me fucking you, gonna make sure he hears you fucking scream my name.â
You couldnât believe the words leaving your sweet Nicholasâ lips. It was like the jealousy overtook him, awakening something feral inside him. It left you absolutely throbbing.
âP-please fuck me,â you whispered so quietly, he almost missed it.
âWhatâd you say angel? A little louder.â
âPlease fuck me, Nick, I need you so bad, I need you to fuck me,â you begged.
âHow obedient,â he chuckled, âanything for my sweet girlfriend.â
He pressed you onto the bed by your neck again, his hand remaining around it as he slipped inside you fully, giving you no time to adjust. You gasped at the intrusion, grabbing on to his hand and he immediately halted.
âAre you okay angel? Do you want me to stop? I-itâs okay if you want me to stop,â he said, a panicked look overtaking him as he cupped your cheeks looking into his eyes.
âNo, I donât want you to stop, please donât stop,â you pleaded, grabbing his hand and putting it back around your throat.
His demeanor shifted again, and he began moving inside you. His hips thrusted fast, pounding inside you with his hand wrapped around your throat. You could barely contain your whiny mewls as each thrust made him press against your clit.
âYou fucking like that? You like when Iâm fucking you with everyone here? Tell me,â he demanded.
âYes, yes, yes, yes!â you screamed, your moans surely to be heard across the frat house.
âThatâs it princess, thatâs exactly how I want you.â He began pounding into you harder, his moans growing louder as your walls clamped around him tightly. You wrapped your legs around him, grinding as he slammed into you.
âI can feel it princess, cum for me, cum for daddy.â He had a shocked expression on his face the minute the word left his lips and so did you. It was quickly replaced my pleasure as you immediately came on his cock. He was shocked he would ever refer to himself as âdaddyâ the term never seeming to resonate in his sexual encounters with you until that very moment. A part of him was almost embarrassed, but the way your walls clenched around him the minute he said it and you squirting on his cock erased any lingering embarrassment.
âYouâre so naughty, you really liked that didnât you? You want me to be your daddy? Hm?â he asked, still pounding into you.
âYes, be my daddy,â you cried.
He smirked and lifted you up, hooking his arms under your legs as he stood up and started slamming you on his hard cock.
âScream for me baby, let that fucking asshole hear that heâll never have you like this, let him hear that heâll never have you the way I do,â he panted.
âDaddy!â you cried out, feeling Nicholas slam you harshly on his cock. Your body quivered and you knew before long youâd be coming again.
âYou wanna cum angel? The only way youâre gonna cum is if you tell me who you belong to,â he breathed, his hands tightly gripped your ass as he thrusted up into you.
âIâm yours Nick, all yours, I belong to you, please let me cum,â you screamed.
âGood girl, good fucking girl, cum on my cock, cum on daddyâs cock.â
His movements becoming more intense and the air in the room was thick with passion. Lost in the intensity of the moment, you felt yourself reaching the tipping point, his name falling from your lips loudly as the sensation built. When you finally reached that breaking point, a rush of pleasure hit you, pulling a cry from you that filled the room and echoed through the hallway. You clung to him, and he held you close, pressing gentle kisses to your forehead as you caught your breath, completely wrapped up in him as he continued thrusting up into you.
From the muffled laughs and hollers you heard from outside, you realized the entire frat house had definitely heard. Nicholas just smiled, the slightest hint of pride in his eyes as he brushed his thumb over your cheek. âI want them to hear,â he whispered, pulling you into his arms. âYouâre mine, and I donât mind if everyone knows it.â
He lay on the bed, positioning you on top of him to straddle him. âRide me baby, please,â he whimpered. His demeanor had shifted once again, his eyes growing needy and his lips pouting as his balls were swollen with cum fighting to spurt out.
You smirked, sinking down into his cock as you both gasped. âFuck,â you moaned in unison, the sound of your pussy squelching loud in the room.
Your knees were on either side of him, bouncing up and down roughly, chasing your own orgasm again and making him chase his.
âIâm yours, yeah? Never forget that baby,â you whispered, snaking your hand around his neck.
He moaned in response, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as you moved your hips in a circular motion, riding him.
âYouâre so big,â you screamed, his hips beginning to meet your thrusts as he practically hit your cervix continuously.
You heard muffled cheers outside the room, but you decided to focus on the both of you, making a mental note to cuss them out later for standing outside.
âF-fuck baby, Iâm gonna cum so hard,â he cried, the sensitivity becoming too much for him.
âItâs okay baby, cum for me, Iâm yours, cum inside your pussy.â
Moaning each otherâs names, you held each other close, both your bodies shaking as you came simultaneously.
âYouâre filling me up so much,â you moaned, feeling him spurt deep inside you. You stayed like that for a few minutes, his cock throbbing inside you as you both slowly came down from your high.
He lay you down, still holding you close as he kissed you all over your face.
âIâm sorry if that was too much angel, something justâ just took me over, I donât know whatââ
You shut him up with a passionate kiss. âI enjoyed that so much sweetheart, that was so hot. Donât apologize, you had every right to be jealous, but always remember thereâs no other man for me but you. Brandon or anyone else could never have me the way you do. Iâm yours and yours only.â
âAll mine,â he smiled, sweetly.
Snapping you out of your moment, there was a pounding at the door. âAre you guys finished obliterating each other at 3 in the fucking afternoon? Goddamn Chavez, youâre a beast!â the voice yelled, followed by cheers and laughter. Then looking out the window, you saw the flustered figure of Brandon hurrying away.
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"intimacy"
characters - katsuki bakugou x fem reader
synopsis - katsukiâs tough facade crumbles as soon as you two are together, and he loves every second of it.
genre - fluff!!! so much fluff đĽš
warnings - none đŤ§
katsuki loves intimacy. he definitely wonât show it, but heâs all for it. that boy is so used to being tough and everything, that it makes him crave those tender and gentle moments.
just imagine simple things like making dinner. the world seems silent, the only things you can hear are the shuffles of yours and katsukiâs slippers and the raindrops hitting the roof of your shared home. bakugou is chopping food on the counter, with you sitting beside him on top of the island, swinging your legs and just observing his movements.
your presence brings him so much comfort, though you arenât even doing anything special. just the feeling of domesticity makes katsuki experience some weird warm sensation in his chest. he subconsciously smiles at that. itâs a faint smirk, but you still notice it.
after jumping off the countertop, you wrap your arms around his chest and place your head on his muscular back. he huffs with fake annoyance, but in reality, this gesture makes him incredibly happy.
âwhatcha doinâ, idiot?â he asks.
you roll your eyes at his question.
âiâm showing love to my incredibly strong boyfriend, donât pretend that you donât like it.â
at that moment, katsuki shuts up. he canât lie to your pretty face, that would be cruel, so he just decides to remain silently enjoying your presence and warmth.
some other day, you are lying under the covers with your boyfriend. itâs saturday afternoon, meaning that you two have a day off, just for yourselves. bakugo decided that both of you should watch a movie that just came out, but truth be told, he didnât even pay attention to it. the boy is simply staring blankly at the tv, visibly deep in thought. you quickly notice his weird behavior and decide to bring it up.
âkats?â you start.
his attention quickly switches to you, bright red eyes staring into yours curiously.
âwhatâs wrong?â the question falls from your lips.
his expression changes to one of slight shock. perhaps bakugou didnât realize that he was visibly zoning out, or maybe he just didnât expect you to mention it. after a few seconds of silence, bakugo finally speaks up.
ânothinâ is wrong, why you askinâ?â
you sigh at his words. he is clearly hiding something from you. just when you wanted to scold him for his obvious lie, he speaks again.
âjust thinkinâ⌠âbout how much i love you, i guessâŚâ he starts, but heâs not looking at you anymore; his eyes are fixed on the ceiling. bakugo feels so embarrassed after he says this. the boy silently curses himself for speaking up.
you look at him confused but canât deny the warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest. katsuki wasnât the one to express his love so directly, and that took you aback.
âevery memory i have with you makes me feel⌠weird. like, not bad weird, just⌠puzzled, i guess? iâve never felt that way, so itâs hard to expââ you cut off his rambling before he finishes.
âi know what you mean, kats. every moment, even the simplest and most boring one, stirs up something within you, am i right?â
your boyfriend sends you a shocked look. he didnât expect you to read his emotions so well. you just said everything right! how is that possible? did you read his mind or something? or maybe⌠it was because those were the same feelings you haveâŚ?
âyeah⌠i think youâre rightâŚâ he mumbles, visibly embarrassed by this conversation, so you think itâs time to cut it off.
âbut itâs a good feeling, right? like youâre not⌠overwhelmed?â you ask him worriedly.
katsuki shoots you a look that you think was supposed to be scolding.
âwhat? no, you idiot. itâs⌠itâs good, i like it.â
you smile at his words and tuck yourself closer to him, bathing in his warmth.
âthatâs goodâŚâ you whisper and feel yourself slowly doze off, as bakugou leaves a soft kiss on your forehead.
you sleep soundly, dreaming about every soft and domestic moment you had with katsuki. and there were many more to come.
. Ýâ âš . ÝË . Ý kiraraâs notes . Ýâ âš . ÝË . Ý
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Have my baby - Max Verstappen
Warnings: 18+, breeding kink obviously, creampie, unprotected sex
Word count: 1,4k
I feel like youâd realise that Max has a raging breeding kink right in the middle of a heated makeout session one ordinary Tuesday night.
"Damn, schat, you're so beautiful⌠Wanna put a baby in you so bad."
His comment freezes both of you. He must have realised what he just said and stopped in his tracks, scanning you for a reaction. But your face is blank, free of any emotion.
You're in shock, Max had never even mentioned having kids of your own before. Sure, you both knew that you wanted kids someday but you had not discussed it further until now. Besides, Max was good with children, and the biggest dream you had was to have a baby with him. But his admission came as a surprise.
You huff, "Baby, huh?" Gazing up at his icy blue eyes. They were filled with shame, and his head sunk into the crook of your neck with a sigh. Your hands sink into his thick hair, and you can't help but pull on it slightly, encouraging him to look up again.
"Max, look at me." You tell him, and he does, still with that adorable frown on his face.
"Say it again." You order.
"I'm not doing that, Y/N." Max quickly replies.
You sigh. "I didn't know you had a breeding kink, Max." You wink at him.
You're really into the idea. "BabyâŚ" You whisper while playing with his hair and brushing over your stomach, imagining feeling a baby bump under your hand.
"Liefje, I didn't mean to-" He starts, his tone slightly panicked, but you stop him before he can explain himself.
"I like that, Max." You admit. As you say that, his eyes widen in surprise.
"Really?" He coos while peppering your face with kisses.
"YeahâŚ" You giggle. "I mean, I wasn't exactly ready to hear that from you but I like it."
Max lets out a laugh, "I wasn't thinking, I'm so sorry. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable or anything."
You shush him, "You didn't, trust me."
He offers you a faint smile as he traces his hand against your cheek.
"Can I remove these?" Max asks rather desperately, pointing to your jeans, making you nod and assisting him in dragging them off.
When the sweet smell of you hits him, he inhales and lets out a small whimper. "God, smell heavenlyâŚ"
His words make you blush, and while he's busy taking your underwear off, you look down at his bulge.
"Need you so bad, Maxie." You whine while palming his jeans.
He answers with a couple of thrusts against your hand, feeling desperate to have you and to get out of the tightening lock-up of his pants.
Something in him switches when he sees your pussy, and he manhandles your tiny figure onto your hands and knees.
"Please Max, need you." You beg. Your hand slides down to your heat, and you're already soaked. As you're playing with your clit, you slide two fingers in, stretching yourself for him.
You hear the clinking of his belt behind you, and you look back at him, arching your back further, allowing him to see you even better.
"Such a teaseâŚ" He chuckles, and you feel something slide along your slit. Something wet and familiar. You recognize it as his tongue almost instantly, and you can't help letting out a moan.
"Hmmm, taste even better." He whispers against your core. As he's licking and sucking on your clit, his nose brushes against your seeping hole, wetting his face.
You feel yourself getting closer by the second as you feel two of his fingers penetrate you and curl up against your G-spot.
Max feels the way you're clenching around his fingers, almost cutting off blood supply to his poor digits.
Before you even had the chance to react, you came. The feeling of him on you is overwhelming and you're frantically trying to get away, but he's holding himself and you in place, still sucking on your clit and fingering you frantically.
When you've come down, Max pulls his fingers out and collapses beside you, stroking your flushed cheek with his fingers.
"So what do you say, schat?" He asks, his eyes filled with adoration.
"About what?"
He pauses before he speaks, "Let's have a baby." He says, still looking at you.
"MaxâŚ" You try to sound serious but the thought of having his baby is tempting. "You're away all the time for work. It wouldn't work."
"I'll quit if you want me to. Just have a baby with me."
Silence. You try to come up with a good excuse, but the post-orgasm haze makes it hard. The only reason you're waiting is because of his career. And if he quits, there's no reason for you to wait. "You can't stop racing just because you want a baby, Max."
"Watch me, Y/N⌠Besides, if we make a baby now, it'll be born in the off-season, it's perfect!" He tries to resonate.
"You've planned this really well, haven't you?" You giggle.
"Mhm⌠You would make the most beautiful mama. You and pregnancy would complement each other." He coos while rolling you over onto your back, kissing you all over your face, making you burst out in laughter.
"Okay, okay, I give up!" You laugh, allowing Max to hover over you.
"Let's make a baby." You whisper, not sure if he heard you.
"Oh⌠Love." He sighs contently while pulling your hoodie off and freeing himself from his jeans and underwear. "I love you." He leans in and catches your mouth in a searing kiss, his cheeks flushing with each word.
The thought of making love to you without any barriers, feeling you for real, sends Max reeling.
His knees push your legs apart, placing himself between them. Max can't help capturing your lips in a hungry kiss, tasting your lips with his tongue. Excitement runs through him as you run your fingers down his body to his pulsating member, you grab it and give it a few pumps before brushing it against your cunt, collecting the slick from your previous orgasm on his tip.
"Are you really sure about this?" He asks for confirmation one last time.
"I'm sure of it, Max." You reply, giving his nose a gentle kiss.
Max is beaming at you when he hears the words, and slowly slides into you, connecting two bodies into one. When the tip is in, you stop him with a hand on his stomach. You would never get used to his size. "It's okay, schat, take a moment." He tries to comfort you.
Once you've adjusted to him, you nod to indicate your readiness to continue. He slowly burrows into you, ensuring you feel okay and as comfortable as possible while showering you with praise and encouragement.
"Doing so well for me, liefje."
"Looking so good like this."
"Our babies will be just as beautiful as you."
"I'm so lucky to have you."
When he bottoms out, you moan out brokenly, as does he. The feeling of him sheathed in you almost sends you into a raging orgasm instantly, in any case, you're close.
"Look at me, Y/N." He asks as he pumps into you. Your eyes are squeezed shut as you are desperately trying to keep yourself together. When you hear his words though, you open your eyes, only to find him close, looking at your contorted face. The sight of him aids your impending orgasm, and you're pushed over the edge with the help of his thrusts.
As you moan out your second orgasm, you suck Max' delicious lower lip into your mouth, while rocking your hips to get some kind of relief. Max doesn't let you come down this time and continues pumping into you, increasing his pace.
You are both a moaning mess; kissing, sucking, licking each other wherever your mouths happen to land.
"Can't wait to see your stomach swell with my child, lieve." Max stills, out of breath, drops of sweat decorating his forehead. He stills in you, pulling your legs up on his shoulders, folding you in half. The change of angle, his tip against your G-spot, drives you into a frenzy. You're hyper-aware of everything happening, his hands on your body leaving goosebumps wherever he touches, his eyes on you, feeling like fire, his thrusts, god, you're going to cum again.
You clench around him, "My god, I'm close." Max announces, "Please, cum with me." He begs while he picks up the pace, slamming into your cervix again and again until you both yell in ecstasy. You feel streaks of his seed painting your insides while you milk his member dry.
Max collapses on top of you, spent and tired. "Jesus, Y/N."
You giggle into his shoulder, you too feeling tired, but happy.
"What if it actually sticks on the first try?" You ask.
"Might as well go for another round to up our chances." Max winks at you.
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Svt telling their s/o theyâre tired of them? Angst to fluff pls
telling their s/o they're tired of them
content: established relationship, mentions of arguments, angst to fluff, fighting, making up, etc.
wc: 1706
a/n: i wrote this incredibly dramatic for no reason lol i hope u enjoy though!!
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seungcheol -
it'd be done in the heat of the moment. he wouldn't mean it, but he'd say it specifically with the intention of hurting you, which he'd realize in the moment but would regret the moment you walked away with a huff. he'd have to sit on it for a while ruminating on what happened. it'd take him a while to actually go to you to apologize due to his stubbornness, but he'd eventually realize how badly he fucked up when his messages began to go unanswered.
after a while, he'd literally just have to push his pride aside completely in order to apologize. he'd realize the error of his ways and be honest in the fact that he didn't mean it and was just being petty and vindictive. would understand if you needed some time apart or if he'd damaged your trust. he'd realize the error of his stubbornness after this incident.
jeonghan -
it'd be said in a moment where too many things are bothering him, just constantly jamming into his mind and adding more and more problems into his life and driving him insane. you'd interrupt him in one of these instances, causing him to snap at you and immediately regret it when your face fell, completely unexpecting of your sweet hannie to speak like that to you.
he'd drop whatever he was doing the moment he realized what he'd said and cry and coo at you as he apologized, insulting himself over and over about what a bad boyfriend he was being and how horrible he was for speaking to you like that. would encourage you to be mean to him in return, getting you to laugh at his insistence.
joshua -
it was said in a petty, bitter way. he wanted to chase you away for a bit, but not too terribly. this was enough to just get your lip to quiver a little, but he'd regret it immediately. whatever anger or frustration that was in him would leave him the moment the words left his mouth. he only said it so he could be left alone for a moment, but he didn't think he'd genuinely hurt your feelings.
you wouldn't really be able to react before he began apologizing, reassuring you that he was an idiot and could never be tired of you. he'd pout and whine and maybe make it into a lighthearted thing to avoid things escalating. would promise to make it up to you.
jun -
he'd be stammering apologies the moment the biting words left him. you wouldn't even get to react before he went to try and fail to explain himself. he'd know that if it were the other way around, he'd be heartbroken by his s/o telling him they're tired of him. because, really, how could he say that to you? he's not tired of you. he could never be! he wants you all the time, even if you're fighting.
he'd say all these things to you in the form of a ramble, literally unable to stop until you interrupt him. he'd be so innocently apologetic and regretful that it'd be impossible to not kiss and make up.
soonyoung -
he's been said to be kind of scary when angry, so this would be said in the heat of the moment. maybe you'd had a terrible argument and that was just the last thing he'd said, stubbornly wanting to get the last word in. he'd be too stubborn at first to allow himself to admit that he'd been petty and that he'd genuinely hurt you for no reason.
when it finally dawned on him, he'd grovel endlessly, already crying when he went to approach you to apologize. it'd be hard and it'd be painful for him to apologize, but he still would feel the need to do so. he's a sensitive guy, so he understands what it's like to be hurt by someone's words. would promise to never fight again, and specially to never deliberately try to hurt you through his petty words.
wonwoo -
it is very hard for me to imagine him saying something like this, but if he ever did, it'd have some context behind it. not just a mere 'i'm tired of you' but instead something like 'i'm tired of you doing/saying x thing'. he'd still hurt your feelings, but nowhere in his mind would he have thought that that'd be the effect of his words.
he'd be the type to sit you down and want to talk about it further. he would apologize and open a conversation about what he meant by his words and how he'd never say anything to deliberately hurt you. he'd also be genuinely sad at the thought of his words doing any type of damage to you.
jihoon -
he'd just mutter it under his breath without realizing, much less noticing that you heard him. you'd been insisting he takes a break and trying to get him out of his studio for a bit when he'd said it. he'd be so immersed in his work that he literally would not notice that you left with a huff. it'd only be until hours later when he noticed he wasn't getting your usual text messages throughout the day that he'd realize something was off.
coming home, that's when he would have the epiphany. the air would be cold and your mood would clearly match the atmosphere. he'd go to you with his tail between his legs, having to grovel and make lots of promises about how he'd never disregard and offend you like that. he'd take this as a lesson to himself.
seokmin -
nope sorry i just cannot imagine him doing this ever lol
mingyu -
the only way i imagine this happening is it he's dealing with an imaginable amount of stuff on his plate and he's already had a few people snapping at him already so he accidentally dished it out on you when you caught him just at the worst moment.
his reaction to what he said would depend on your own reaction. if you were angry and stormed off, he'd curse at himself and let you cool off on your own before apologizing. if you cried or looked hurt, he'd gruel and even go as far as getting on his knees to apologize, telling you that what he said was not aimed at you but it just came out bc you were closest and that he'd never mean to disrespect you like that.
minghao -
he's usually pretty zen and in touch with his emotions so him snapping at you and telling you he's tired of you would just be all the more dramatic. i don't think he'd ever say it with the intention of hurting you but more so because of built up frustration. he'd immediately realize his mistake, though and know he'd need to apologize as soon as possible.
if you walked off, he'd let you leave to cool off and sit you down later to formally communicate and apologize, but if you reacted more sad than mad, he'd stare at you agape at his own snarky comment before shaking himself out of it and hugging you, ensuring you he's not tired of you and that he was completely out of line.
seungkwan -
he's a very emotional person, and maybe sometimes that gets the best of him. he always treats all his loved ones with the biggest of affections, but just like anyone else, sometimes things get too much and might make him snap at the wrong people. or at least that's what he told himself in order to make himself better at the dejected look on your face when he suddenly snapped at you. you'd interrupted him as he tried to manage some work stuff, but the fault was all his.
he'd grovel on his own for a while, scared to face you because he'd never expected himself to snap at you like that and didn't know how to move forward. he knew he'd have to apologize to you, but he felt like he didn't deserve to speak to you until you decided it was time. however, he'd have to man up eventually and go to you. he'd approach you with his tail between his legs, mumbling apologies. when you heard him out and accepted his apology (after lots of hugs and groveling), he'd be so thankful.
vernon -
he's usually such a laid back person, but sometimes things just got too much and he'd find himself more stressed than usual. it would just be unfortunate that you'd catch him at the perfectly wrong time, earning a frustrated 'don't bother me right now, i'm tired of you' that'd have your face falling in a way he'd never seen before. when you walked away without saying anything, ignoring him when he tried to stop you, he'd know he fucked up.
he knew you needed time on your own, but he'd still try to be around you as much as he could throughout the day. he wouldn't be able to focus on anything else, looking to you like a sick puppy until you snapped at him and told him to just say whatever he wanted to say. that's when the stammered apologies would come in. he'd admit complete fault, telling you it wasnt your fault that stress got the better of him. you'd have a very productive conversation about it and make up within the day.
chan -
it'd happen so suddenly and unexpectedly he'd even shock himself in having said it. he can have a bit of an attitude sometimes, but he'd never actually say something so hurtful to you. your fights never involved any insults or purposely hurtful words. this would be a rare moment, shocking the two of you.
when you immediately stormed out, hurt and angry, he'd understand. he'd be too scared to deal with it all day, so he'd let you cool down on your own, but really it'd be only out of fear of you getting even angrier at him. he'd have to grow some balls in order to actually come to you and apologize. it'd be full of grueling and regret, with chan terrified he might've disrespected you too far for forgiveness.
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𼲠With the way my period went last week, this fic was on my brain constantly. But my god, Bug, I needed time to digest this masterpiece. (I've also saved various of your other works in my drafts to comment on later. I apologize for the reblog spam that is about to happen.)
Kay, now. Let's dive in, shall we? đĽ°
Joel wakes up early the next morning and greets you with a kiss pressed to the side of your head. âFuck off,â you mumble, your voice is still thick with sleep but he knows you mean it so he lets you sleep in a bit while he cleans the bathroom for you. He works as quietly as he can, scrubbing it and mopping it from top to bottom. He empties the trash can and the laundry hamper, he makes sure thereâs a fresh bar of soap and a new washrag for you. Joelâs just finishing up and wiping dust from the mirror when you find him in the bathroom. âMorninâ, sunshine,â he says as he kisses the top of your head. âHow do you feel?â
What a sweet, sweet, kind man. If I woke up to a freshly cleaned bathroom while on my period, I'd probably cry.
âI didnât ask you to do that,â you mumble. âThe bleach you used makes my head hurt worse.â
𼲠Ma'am. I get it. But. The sweet man.
If looks could fuckinâ kill, Joel thinks. Youâre glaring at him. He takes that as his cue to leave. You shrink away from him as he gently brushes your arm when he walks past, then shut the door loudly behind him. Ouch. Joel knows not to take it personally, though. Youâre crampy, but youâre also probably hungry. Heâll make you breakfast, something with protein because he knows you need it.Â
Sorry, did you say saint??? Saint Joel???
âI didnât hear ya, sweetheart. Speak up, please.â âI said yes,â you snap. Your clipped tone cuts like a knife. Joel bites his inner cheek as he takes your plate from you.
đŤ The disrespect. The bitten cheek. (Loved that bit. His annoyance is growing, but he's still keeping his cool. Again, did someone say saint??)
âNo. I donât care,â you interrupt, which hurts Joelâs feelings a little. A lot, actually.
S' OKAY, SWEET BABY. C'MERE. MAMA'S GOT YOU.
âYour glasses broke.â âYeah. I see that.â âI didnât mean to,â you tell him defensively. âRight.â âBut you really shouldnât leave your glasses there, Joel.â
Breaking the silence, Joel finally clears his throat and continues his thought, âIâm gonna give you two options,â Joel says. âYou can walk the fuck away from me, or you can get on your knees. Whichever you choose, you do so silently. Nod if you understand.âÂ
âYouâve earned yourself brownie points choosinâ the latter of the two options, but this still ainât gonna be fun for you,â he says.
S' okay 𼲠I was a bitch 𼲠I deserve it 𼲠Do with me as you please đĽ˛đĽ˛đĽ˛
He draws out of your mouth entirely only to force his way back in, making you gag and sputter. You attempt to pull away but Joel keeps his hand firm on your head and holds you right where he wants you. âNuh-uh. I donât know where you think youâre goinâ, hon.â
âQuiet,â he growls. âHeard fuckinâ enough outta you today. You keep quiet.â
𫡠Sir yes, sir.
âLet it be a lesson to ya, then, if it hurts. That mouth âa yours has done nothinâ but bitch and moan at me today. Sâa punishment, ainât âsposed to feel good.â
I have really bad news for you, then. Ahem.
âBecause if I donât fuck you,â he says, âThen Iâm gonna strangle you. So which would you like?â
âI will wash the fucking sheets. We can add it to the list of all the things Iâve done for ya today, hm?â
Ohhh, he's done done. I just *loved* this bit. The frustration, how fed up he is with the reader. Suddenly you're concerned about causing a little bit of work? Oh, hohoho, no no no. Too fucking late.
Joel had assumed sexual frustration had been playing a role in your attitude today. Cramps, headaches, all sorts of things going on with you and a needy, aching pussy to boot. He does feel sorry for you, but he feels sorry for himself too. Itâs why he got his first, but now itâs time for you to get yours. An orgasm should set you straight, or two or three. Whatever he feels is necessary.Â
đŠ Ma'am. Please. I can only take so much. The hotness in just this ONE paragraph. PLEASE. đŠ "An orgasm should set you straight, or two or three. Whatever he feels is necessary." 𼲠I am a puddle on the floor.
Joel takes his free hand and uses it to press down on your lower stomach, intensifying the feeling of it all. You come hard, gushing on his fingers as you whimper his name.
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âQuiet,â he commands. He begins teasing your slit with his cock once more before he speaks, âSo this is what weâre gonna do: youâre gonna take what I give you, however much or little it is. Youâre not gonna cry or complain âcause youâve done enough of that today. Right?â Joel pauses, âNod your head.â
âI know, I know, sweetheart,â he coos at you to quiet you down. âYouâre all out of sorts today. Mâgonna fix it. I always fix it, donât I?â
*inhales* - *screams*
He fucks you without discipline, no tenderness at all to the action with those sloppy thrusts, but youâre more lost in him than he is in you - heâs focused on your face, watching you make an âOâ with your mouth, and heâs focused on your bouncing body, your twitching thighs spread wide. Your moans, your whimpers and your whines, babbling nothing but nonsense. Joelâs brow is furrowed as he breathes heavily through his teeth, his soft body jerking above you as he hits that sweet spot inside you over and over and over⌠âItâs all ya needed, isnât it? The whole goddamn time,â he pants. âDidnât need to go anâ bitch me out all day if you needed lovinâ like this. Woulda been nice fâya just said so.â
đś I have died and am now reading this from the depth of hell. Fuuuuck me!
âAlways the tears with you, huh?â he taunts. âAlways somethinâ. Oh, I know. I know.âÂ
The fucking "I know"s kill me. Like, I didn't know two simple words like that could do the things to me that they're doing. But here we are. Is that a kink? Is there an "I know" kink? I think I have it.
âYouâre gonna tell me what you need,â he instructs, âAnd youâre gonna ask for it. Nicely. So that means usinâ your manners. Please, Joel. Thank you, Joel. Remember those words?â
Youâre surprised when he returns to you, pelvis covered in your blood, and scoops you right up in his arms. He helps you to your feet and on shaky legs, guides you to the bathroom. It no longer smells like bleach but instead, lavender. Heâs got a candle lit on the sink and the bathtub is filled with warm, bubbly water. âPicked out a bubble bath for you earlier when I went out. Wanna test it out with me?â
đđđ SAY IT WITH ME: JOEL MILLER IS A FUCKING SAINT. A SAINT THAT FUCKS, BUT A SAINT NONETHELESS.
Christ on a cracker, this was delicious from start to finish. I think you have had a lasting impact on how I see (and am trying to write) smut. đŽâđ¨đŽâđ¨đŽâđ¨
Thank you indeed. đ A masterpiece!!!!
Seeing Red
âBecause if I donât fuck you,â he says, âThen Iâm gonna strangle you. So which would you like?â
Joelâs sorry that your period sucks, but he's reached the end of his rope with your attitude. (6k)
Tags - 18+ smut, brat taming, blow jobs, face fucking, rough period sex, fingering, mating press, overstimulation and multiple orgasms, creampie, aftercare in the form of a shared bubble bath, all things periods and period symptoms so headaches, breast pain, cramps, irritability that reader takes out on Joel. You will feel so bad for being such a cunt to this man but he gets to fill two of your holes with his cum so it all kind of evens out. takes place in jackson Fic help - @beefrobeefcal and @joelsdagger for all of their love and support and eyeballs, @noxturnalpascal and @endlessthxxghts thank you both for being my compass and giving me direction and helping to make this fic perfect. I love you <3 A/N - if you're on your period, i'm sending you a hug <3 if you're not i'm hugging you too
I was reminded of my friend @covetyou's fic "Sleepless" which is a lovely piece of classic literature, just like the rest of her works, and I'd like to credit her for inspo. Thank you Lo đ¤đŠˇđ
You should have guessed thereâd be a bloodstain in your underwear, but despite the headaches, your sore breasts, and your cramping abdomen, youâre surprised when youâre met with rusty red in your panties. Fucking great, you whisper, dripping with sarcasm, this is not what you needed today. You had so many things you wanted to get done and now you were going to be spending the whole day miserable and in pain.
âJoel,â you loudly call out. You wait a beat, nothing. âJOEL,â you yell louder.Â
You hear the faint sound of his recliner, the popping of his knees and the creaking of the stairs as he walks up them. His two feet are visible through the space between the floor and the bathroom door and then he knocks, âWhatcha need, darlinâ?â
âNew underwear,â you answer. âAnd a pad. Also in the underwear drawer.âÂ
Joel walks away and returns with what youâve asked for and slides both items under the door. You change your panties and secure the pad made of old rags and t-shirts with the clothespin attached to it. âYou got it?â he asks.
âYeah,â you reply.
âGuessinâ you just started your cycle, then.âÂ
âMhm.âÂ
âCan I get you anything?â
âNope,â you answer. âI think Iâm just gonna go to bed.âÂ
âAlright. Iâll join you, then.âÂ
 You wash your hands and rinse the bloodstain out of your panties with annoyance in the sink, wringing them out before tossing them in the dirty laundry hamper in the bathroom. When you unlock the door and leave the bathroom, Joelâs already asleep in your shared bed. He sleeps curled on his side and yet he still fucking snores - between that and the pain youâre in, you know it wonât be a restful night of sleep. You look at Joel, sleeping peacefully like a baby, and yet you wanna beat the living fucking crap out of him. You curl your body around his, stealing his body heat to soothe your cramps.Â
Joel wakes up early the next morning and greets you with a kiss pressed to the side of your head. âFuck off,â you mumble, your voice is still thick with sleep but he knows you mean it so he lets you sleep in a bit while he cleans the bathroom for you. He works as quietly as he can, scrubbing it and mopping it from top to bottom. He empties the trash can and the laundry hamper, he makes sure thereâs a fresh bar of soap and a new washrag for you. Joelâs just finishing up and wiping dust from the mirror when you find him in the bathroom. âMorninâ, sunshine,â he says as he kisses the top of your head. âHow do you feel?âÂ
âShitty.â You grab at the mirror and Joelâs skin crawls as you touch the glass with your thumb, the smudges left behind from your fingertips clear as day on the freshly cleaned glass. Heâll just touch it up later. You pull out your toothbrush and frown, your nose scrunched in disgust. âIt smells like bleach in here,â you complain.
âWell, yeah,â Joel chuckles. âI just cleaned it for ya. âCourse it smells like bleach.â
âI didnât ask you to do that,â you mumble. âThe bleach you used makes my head hurt worse.â
âOh,â Joel scratches the back of his head and frowns. âMâsorry, then. Well, we can let it air out for a while, weâll leave the fan on. Shouldnât smell for more than a day or so.â
âYeah, I guess.â
If looks could fuckinâ kill, Joel thinks. Youâre glaring at him. He takes that as his cue to leave. You shrink away from him as he gently brushes your arm when he walks past, then shut the door loudly behind him. Ouch. Joel knows not to take it personally, though. Youâre crampy, but youâre also probably hungry. Heâll make you breakfast, something with protein because he knows you need it.Â
He cleans the kitchen first. He washes the dirty dishes you mustâve forgotten about last night and wipes crumbs from the table. As you come downstairs dressed in sweats and a shirt you stole from Joel, heâs finishing up making your breakfast. âSit down, I made your favorite.âÂ
You sit down at the table with your head in your hands. Joel puts a plate with two slices of perfectly golden brown toast and two over-easy eggs in front of you, then a fork and a knife on either side. He fills a glass with water for you as well. He walks away to clean up the stove, then turns around to check on you. Your face is contorted in disgust and youâre not eating. âWhatâs the matter?â
âI donât want this,â you grouse.
âBut sâyour favorite. You love your eggs over easy,â Joel says. âAnd the toast, thatâs fresh bread and butter. Eat up.âÂ
âYeah, but I wanted scrambled.âÂ
Joel stares at you for a moment, dumbfounded. You usually hate scrambled eggs, and he knows this. But youâre not smirking or holding back laughter like youâre fucking with him. So maybe your tastes have changed, who knows. âOkay. Would you like me to make you scrambled eggs instead, then?â
âYes,â you mumble in a small voice.Â
âI didnât hear ya, sweetheart. Speak up, please.âÂ
âI said yes,â you snap.Â
Your clipped tone cuts like a knife. Joel bites his inner cheek as he takes your plate from you. He quickly scarfs down the perfectly cooked eggs and toast as he makes you a new plate of breakfast, this time with scrambled eggs. He places it in front of you with a little less care than before and waits for you to take a bite. âBetter?â
âJust okay.âÂ
âJust okayâ. Of course you think itâs âjust okayâ, theyâre scrambled fucking eggs - which you donât like. Youâre just being -Â
Joel needs to cool off. Hopefully once youâve eaten youâre a little less irritable. âIâm gonna head out anâ do some errands. Be back shortly,â Heâs met with no answer from you, which he expected.Â
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He comes back an hour or so later with a few things from the market heâs been needing along with a couple of VHS tapes that he rented from the library. âSo,â Joel says, âI picked out some movies for ya.â He lays four tapes down on the coffee table in front of the couch where you lay. âWhen Harry Met Sally, thatâs a good one,â he begins, âNext is How To Lose a Guy In 10 Days, then Blade Runner, and I picked out My Cousin Vinny,â Joel says. He thinks youâre gonna pick out Blade Runner because it stars Harrison Ford, who he knows you have a thing for. âMy Cousin Vinny is pretty good, I donât think weâve seen that one yet fâya wanna give that a try.â
âMmm, no.âÂ
Shot down. âOkay. How âbout Blade Runner, then. Sâgot Indiana Jones in -â
âNo. I donât care,â you interrupt, which hurts Joelâs feelings a little. A lot, actually. âI wanna watch this one,â you point to How To Lose a Guy In 10 Days. âHeâs cute.âÂ
Of course you picked the Matthew McConaughey movie. God, Joel fucking hated him. He always seemed so skeezy, if thereâs anyone who shouldâve bit it on Outbreak Day, it shouldâve been Matthew McConaughey. âYeah, okay. Whatever. Do you think heâs dreamy too?â
âFuck off, Joel.âÂ
So teasingâs off the table too, heâll add that to the list of things that have pissed you off today. Joel turns on the TV and puts the tape in the VHS player before he sits back down next to you. At first you rest on his shoulder, then you spread out and lay your head on his lap. Itâs not long before you fall asleep on Joel, leaving him to watch this dumb fucking movie all by himself because god forbid he move you and disrupt your nap. He knows better than to do that.Â
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âSo fuckinâ stupid,â Joel whispers to himself as the movie plays, though he did find himself enjoying the part where the Kate Hudson sings âYouâre So Vainâ by Carly Simon. He always did like that song.Â
âMmmm,â you groan, shifting onto your back. Joelâs hand is stroking your hair as you look up at him, but you push it away. âYouâre too close to me,â you grumble.Â
âWhatâre you talkinâ about?âÂ
âYouâre crowding me. I feel smothered.âÂ
Joel scoffs. âOh, you feel smothered? Youâre the one who laid on me.â Once again, your glare is all that you need to say. âAlright then, Iâll move.â Joel concedes. He lifts your head gently and scoots down to the opposite end of the couch. And then he hears you huff. âWhat?â
âWell, now I donât have a pillow.âÂ
Joel sighs as he gets up to grab a throw pillow from the opposite couch.Â
âThe other one.âÂ
Youâre referring to the other throw pillow thatâs absolutely indistinguishable from the one currently in Joelâs hand, but he gets it for you anyway. âLift your head,â he says softly, putting the pillow under you. He sits back down in the spot you made him move to as you both watch the movie play, but your soft groans interrupt. Youâre no doubt in pain from all the cramps right now. âIâve got somethinâ like a heating pad,â Joel says, looking at you. âSâa big sock filled with rice, I heat it up and use it for neck and back pain. Would that help with them cramps?â You nod without making any effort to meet Joelâs eyes, which he finds a little rude. But still, youâre hurting. Heâll give you grace.Â
So, once again, Joel gets up for you. He goes upstairs to get his rice sock from his nightstand, then comes back downstairs and heats it in the microwave for a couple of minutes. He pokes the sock to make sure itâs plenty warm for you and then gives it to you to take. âHere,â he says, âHold it on your tummy.â
âJESUS,â you yell at him.Â
âWhat?â
âItâs too fucking hot, Joel, why would you make it so hot?âÂ
 âJust give it a second, sweetheart, youâll get used to it.âÂ
âNo. It was burning me.âÂ
âOkay, then let me have it and weâll let it cool off a minute. Christ almighty.â Joel takes the sock back from you, and he knows his hands are pretty calloused butâŚit doesnât feel that hot. When a few minutes have passed, he gives it back to you. âThis should be better.âÂ
You lay the big, warm stuffed sock across your stomach and frown. âItâs not warm enough.âÂ
âYou have gotta be kiddinâ me.âÂ
âMm-mm,â you shake your head, giving Joel back his sock like you just assume heâll heat it up again for you.Â
âJust a couple minutes ago you screamed bloody murder about it burninâ you. And now itâs not hot enough?â
âYeah, thatâs what I said.â When Joel doesnât jump immediately to reheat the sock for you, you look at him impatiently. âJoel.âÂ
âYou can ask, you know.âÂ
But Joel gets the hint and gets up for you a third time to reheat the sock heâs letting you borrow. You donât say please, and when he returns with the sock reheated, thereâs no thank you either. What does he get from you? âItâs too hot.â
âThen tell me how I should rectify that for you, because last time I let it cool off and it wasnât warm enough for ya after.âÂ
âI donât know,â you snap. âYouâre just really upsetting me right now. Everything hurts and your voice is grating.â
âIâm upsetting you?â Joel repeats your words back to you. âAnd my voice is grating.âÂ
âYes.âÂ
Heâs about at his wits end. âYou know, youââ Joel decides not to finish that sentence. Instead, he sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose and breathes out on the count of five. âTwo, three, fourâŚYou need to drink some water. Sâyour first issue, youâre probably dehydrated. Did you drink any water?âÂ
âItâs not your business.â
 Jesus fucking Christ. âOkay, well Iâm makinâ it my business.â Joel gets up for the fourth goddamn time and slams the cup cabinet before filling a glass with water from the sink. He marches back to the couch, âSit up,â he says. âDrink.âÂ
âI donât want to,â you whine.Â
âItâll fix your headache. Drink.âÂ
âIt wonât actually, thatâs a myth.âÂ
âRight, what do I know when youâve got an answer for fuckinâ everything. Drink.âÂ
You sit up, scowling at Joel as you take a sip.Â
âAll of it.âÂ
You drink the rest of it, glaring at him the whole time. Heâs so full of shit, as if any of what youâre going through could be fixed by drinking a glass of water. Water wonât fix your cramps, wonât fix your aching and sore back. When youâre done, you slam the glass on the end table next to you and in doing so, break Joelâs reading glasses. Oops. Didnât see those. The lenses arenât shattered, but one of the arms is all bent now. When you look at Joel, heâs biting his bottom lip and breathing deeply. âYour glasses broke.âÂ
âYeah. I see that.âÂ
âI didnât mean to,â you tell him defensively.
âRight.âÂ
âBut you really shouldnât leave your glasses there, Joel.â
âYeah, right. Shouldnât leave my glasses on the end table,â Joel says. âI should leave them where, exactly? Maybe the floor?âÂ
âSomewhere else.âÂ
âRight. Somewhere else.âÂ
Heâs hoping that by repeating your words back to you, you start to hear how absolutely ridiculous you sound. But you donât seem to. Joel turns and walks away before he fucking throttles you.Â
âCan you put on the next movie? I wanna watch My Cousin Vinny.â
Now, now you want to watch that movie. And Joelâs gonna miss out, because he canât stand to be around you for one minute longer. âAre your legs broken?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
Walked into that one. âYouâre fuckinâ impossible. Fine. Iâll put it on, then Iâm goinâ away for a bit.âÂ
âGood.â
Oh, he could fucking kill you. This whole day heâs heard nothing but complaints from your mouth, no pleases or thank youâs at all. Everything heâs done today has been for you, and you couldnât give a flying fuck.Â
Joel puts on the movie, grabs his bent glasses from the end table and heads out to the garage without saying a single word to you. You wonder what bug crawled up his ass.Â
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My Cousin Vinny plays just fine until Vinny shows up in his ridiculous suit to the courthouse. The tape begins to skip a whole bunch, the movie barely making sense, and you have no idea how to fix it - not that itâs your job to know, anyway. So you call out the name of the man whose job it is.Â
âJoel.âÂ
No answer.Â
âJOELLLL,â you yell.Â
Same deal. You sigh as you sit up and get off of the couch, walking to the garage door. Thereâs finally a break in your cramps and youâre feeling halfway-human for the first time since yesterday. Entering the garage, you find Joel sitting at his workbench, heâs working on bending the frame of his glasses back into shape. âJoel.âÂ
He doesnât turn around to look at you and in fact, he heard you calling for him. He had just ignored you. âLooks like your legs are workinâ now,â Joel replies, without looking at you. âSâa miracle. Means you can follow me around now, terrific.â
You choose to ignore his sarcasm. âWhatever. You need to do something for me. The VCR is messing up and you have to fix it.â
âHm,â he hums.
âWhatâs hm?âÂ
âIâve fixed lotsa things for you today,â he says quietly. âI need some time to fix my glasses that you broke. Sâa difficult task on account of the fact I need my glasses to see.â
âYou can do me one favor, Joel. It wonât kill you.âÂ
Joel stops and gently places his broken glasses on his work bench. He turns to his right and glares daggers at you. âOne favor,â he scoffs. âOh, youâre a fuckinâ peach. You wanna try that again?â
âTry what again?âÂ
Youâre fucking with him. You have to be fucking with him. Why are you fucking with him? Youâre not antagonistic like this, not usually, so he concludes that you must be looking for a fight. At this point, Joel is too.Â
âIâve done you countless favors today, sweetheart,â Joel gripes.
âYeah, but-â you begin.
Joelâs large, warm hand suddenly covers the lower half of your face, silencing your argument. âIf the next words outta this mouth arenât thank you, then I donât wanna hear âem. In factâŚâ
He bites his inner cheek, nodding his head as he thinks. The way he stares at you, his dark eyes piercing through you - you feel the chill deep in your bones. A wave of clarity hits you as you recall some of the details of the day, the way Joel was there at every turn and while you were busy being cranky and achey, he was trying to wait on you hand and foot. Shit. Youâve been a Grade-A bitch to him all day, a total fucking cunt.
Breaking the silence, Joel finally clears his throat and continues his thought, âIâm gonna give you two options,â Joel says. âYou can walk the fuck away from me, or you can get on your knees. Whichever you choose, you do so silently. Nod if you understand.âÂ
Itâs like youâre watching a scene from a movie. You hear Joelâs words, but you almost donât believe theyâre real and so they donât quite register. He pulls his hand away from your face slowly. Your mouth falls open a bit but you donât say or do anything.
âNod. If. You. Understand.â You nod quickly. Joel awaits your decision as you look at the garage door and contemplate your clean way out from this situation, âSo whatâll it be?â he asks. Despite it all, that uneasy feeling in your gut, you drop to your knees anyway, eyes still lingering on the door before you look up at Joel. You trust him to take care of you and you think you might owe him this obedience after your behavior today. âYouâve earned yourself brownie points choosinâ the latter of the two options, but this still ainât gonna be fun for you,â he says. It should scare you - and it does - but youâre still thrilled by it, by the way he sighs and his knees crack as he gets off of his barstool, by the cold look in his eyes as he reaches under his thick belly to unbuckle his belt. Standing above you, he pulls out his half-hard cock and pumps it, feeling it grow to full length in his hand. Heâs thick, veiny, and generously sized, a pearly white bead of precum sits atop his slit. His cock is just an inch or two away from your mouth as he holds it between his fingers, his thumb on top and middle and forefingers on the underside. With his other hand, he cards his fingers through your hair and pulls you close, the tip of his cock pressing against your lips. âOpen.â
You part your lips open and with that, Joel pushes himself into your mouth inch by inch. You smell him first, that musky and heady sort of scent. Next, you taste the saltiness of his skin and his precome on your tongue and for a moment itâs pleasurable, with his cock halfway in your mouth. You wrap your hand around the end of his shaft like you know what he wants but you donât know, not really - Joel holds your hand in his own and squeezes it so that your knuckles grind against each other a little bit. He pushes himself further and you canât lick him or savor this like you wanted to, you just feel his cock intruding, sliding into your mouth. Joelâs testing you, making sure that you can handle all of him and if you canât, you know heâll make you.Â
He draws out of your mouth entirely only to force his way back in, making you gag and sputter. You attempt to pull away but Joel keeps his hand firm on your head and holds you right where he wants you. âNuh-uh. I donât know where you think youâre goinâ, hon.âÂ
Thereâs no gentleness to it, he fucks your mouth heatedly so that youâre drooling and choking on him, your eyes springing with tears as that pressure builds behind them. âBreathe through your nose,â he reminds you. âIn and out. You ainât done jusâ âcause youâre cryinâ.â Your lips are sore with the repeated action, your jaw is aching. He rolls his hips, his cock is deep down your throat as he relishes in your warm, wet mouth and the way it makes him feel.Â
âMmm,â you moan, youâre not sure if the noise is indicative of your pleasure or discomfort.
âQuiet,â he growls. âHeard fuckinâ enough outta you today. You keep quiet.â
Your nose is buried in that thatch of coarse curls as he rocks his hips over and over, his soft and pillowy tummy bouncing against your forehead. You squirm and whine as his tip teases the back of your throat and your mouth feels so full, uncomfortably so. Joel picks up on that. âLet it be a lesson to ya, then, if it hurts. That mouth âa yours has done nothinâ but bitch and moan at me today. Sâa punishment, ainât âsposed to feel good.âÂ
Heâs grunting and groaning, eyes screwed shut as he uses you, pumping in and out of your mouth. Your jaw aches with the brutality of the way he fucks your mouth, and just as you think you canât take anymore, you feel Joelâs cock begin to twitch and pulse. He comes in your mouth without a warning, painting your tongue with his hot spend. Itâs salty and bitter and warm on your tongue. Once youâve swallowed, Joel reaches down and yanks you up by your bicep. He thought fucking your mouth and coming down your throat would make him feel better but honestly, it doesnât. As he looks at your face, all puffy with tears and swollen lips, he canât quite find it in himself to let go of his anger. Not yet, at least. âLetâs go,â he grunts as he drags you with him towards the garage door. He marches you though the house and up the stairs.Â
âWhere are we going?â
âBedroom,â Joel growls, answering your question like itâs obvious. You suppose it should be, but you figured he was done with you. But heâs not. The regret begins to set in when you realize the retribution youâre about to be met with for the way youâve treated Joel today. Youâd be lying if you said that while wallowing in your pain you didnât notice how your curt tone got under his skin, hurt his feelings and frustrated him immensely. The dread you feel canât save you, itâs all too late now.Â
 âBecause if I donât fuck you,â he says, âThen Iâm gonna strangle you. So which would you like?â
âFuck me,â you whisper.Â
âExactly.âÂ
Joel pushes you into the bedroom and locks the door behind himself. âLie down on your back,â he says.Â
You protest, âBut the sheets, Joel. The bloodââ
âI will wash the fucking sheets. We can add it to the list of all the things Iâve done for ya today, hm?â
When you donât jump at his request, Joel takes initiative. He pulls off your - his - shirt from your body and then bends you over the end of the neatly made bed, the old and worn comforter feels rough on the skin of your cheek. Joel pulls down your sweatpants and panties in one motion and then flips you over onto your back, your legs hanging off the end of the bed. You feel embarrassed when you catch a glimpse of your bloodied pad and underwear, moreso when you feel yourself making a mess on his bedding and between your legs.Â
âYou didnât make yourself come today, did you?â
âUhhââ you stutter. âI - IâŚâ
âNo point in gettinâ bashful now, darlinâ. Just gimme an answer.â
âNo,â you tell him. Itâs been a while.Â
âFigures.â
Joel had assumed sexual frustration had been playing a role in your attitude today. Cramps, headaches, all sorts of things going on with you and a needy, aching pussy to boot. He does feel sorry for you, but he feels sorry for himself too. Itâs why he got his first, but now itâs time for you to get yours. An orgasm should set you straight, or two or three. Whatever he feels is necessary.Â
Joel undresses himself before pushing your thighs apart and hitching your legs around his waist. Slowly, he slides his thumb through your folds and then circles your clit. He knows youâre vulnerable like this - bleeding pussy on display for him as you make a mess of his sheets. But heâs patient, and he massages your clit calmly until you finally let a moan, a little mmm slip. He smirks at that.Â
He pushes his middle two fingers inside you, pumping in and out slowly. He then curls his fingers, searching for that sweet spot on a woman he loves so much. âFuck,â you cry out, legs instinctually closing shut around him, and he knows heâs found it.Â
âDonât fight it,â he says, opening you back up. He curls his fingers and circles your clit in tandem, making all sorts of lewd noises with your cunt. He admires your body all laid out for him like this, your breasts and your pebbled nipples, soft tummy rising and falling with your breathy ohâs and ahhâs, thick curls framing your pretty pussy like a picture just for him. Joel takes his free hand and uses it to press down on your lower stomach, intensifying the feeling of it all. You come hard, gushing on his fingers as you whimper his name.Â
Joel pulls his fingers from your core and wipes them haphazardly on his own torso. âJoel,â you gasp when you feel the thick head of his cock at your entrance.
âI am sorry,â he begins, notching his tip inside you and popping it out. He slides the blunt head through your folds and over your clit, then taps the sensitive part of you with himself. âThat youâre in pain. It isnât fair and I know that. But youâve done nothing but take your hurt out on me.â He presses himself inside you again, âIâve got a half a mind to take my own hurt out on you, yâknow.â His voice is dark and angered, but he speaks calmly in a way that contrasts the darkness but maintains his authority all the same. âAnd I think Iâm gonna.â
âJoel, Iâ â
âQuiet,â he commands. He begins teasing your slit with his cock once more before he speaks, âSo this is what weâre gonna do: youâre gonna take what I give you, however much or little it is. Youâre not gonna cry or complain âcause youâve done enough of that today. Right?â Joel pauses, âNod your head.âÂ
 You obey his rule and nod, yes.
He drags his cock up and down your cunt again, the soft skin of your labia rubbing so nicely against his thickness. He notches himself inside you over and over again, pushing in a little bit deeper each time and pulling back out. You whine, rolling your hips in search of more. âI know, I know, sweetheart,â he coos at you to quiet you down. âYouâre all out of sorts today. Mâgonna fix it. I always fix it, donât I?â
Yes. You nod again. Quiet.
âSâright,â he says. âGood girl.â
With that, Joel pushes his leaking cock into you entirely, one gradual slide that has you sucking in a breath that comes out in a strained sort of whimper. His hard, warm shaft parting your insides, filling you whole. Joel hears it in the way that you sigh, that this, this is what you needed. He rocks his hips once, twice. Experiments with shallow thrusts, inching his way in and out of you before he draws out of your pussy entirely only to thrust himself right back in, deeper and harder than before.Â
With the fullness of Joel inside of you, everything seems to melt away - all that anger, misplaced or not. Joelâs rhythmic thrusting soothes you, sort of. The soreness of your body, the aching cramps in your abdomen are all gone as you focus on the in and out, the in and out. He builds a comfortable pace, but one that borders on too much too soon. His hands on your waist, pulling you towards him as he pushes into you in equal measure.Â
He fucks you without discipline, no tenderness at all to the action with those sloppy thrusts, but youâre more lost in him than he is in you - heâs focused on your face, watching you make an âOâ with your mouth, and heâs focused on your bouncing body, your twitching thighs spread wide. Your moans, your whimpers and your whines, babbling nothing but nonsense. Joelâs brow is furrowed as he breathes heavily through his teeth, his soft body jerking above you as he hits that sweet spot inside you over and over and overâŚ
âItâs all ya needed, isnât it? The whole goddamn time,â he pants. âDidnât need to go anâ bitch me out all day if you needed lovinâ like this. Woulda been nice fâya just said so.â Joel reaches for your breasts, harshly squeezing the tender, sore flesh. You wince in pain and he loosens his grip, focusing on your nipples instead. He twists and flicks the sensitive buds and your moans become louder, more high pitched. Joel fucking loves it when that happens, you never realized.Â
âOh, Joel,â you moan, âYeah, fuck.âÂ
With one hand still teasing your nipples, he brings the other to your pussy. A few strokes of his thumb on your clit is all it takes to send you over the edge a second time, wanton moans and choked sobs spilling from your lips as he fucks you through it.Â
And fucks you, and fucks you.Â
And keeps fucking you.Â
It doesnât end, he doesnât slow himself and you never feel that come down, that descent from pleasure. It keeps going, like pressure with nowhere to go and you feel like you might break. âI canât, I need you to stop, stop, Joel.â
âNuh-uh,â he shakes his head, thrusting still. âYou can take it, be a good girl. Gonna fuck you good and deep like you need. You brought this on yourself, anyway. Two more.âÂ
This whole time, he doesnât stop. Itâs so much at once and when you thought it was going to end, it doesnât. Tears of overstimulation spring in your eyes and flow freely down your cheeks. Joel lets you cry because he knows you need it, he knows the release is good for you. You poor thing, how much you must be feeling right now, both physically and mentally. âItâs too much, Joel, I canât,â you plead.
 âAlways the tears with you, huh?â he taunts. âAlways somethinâ. Oh, I know. I know.âÂ
Itâs the way you look at Joel that causes him to cave, eyes all wide and tear-stained. Youâre spent and he knows it, what with all that your bodyâs put you through. Youâve had a rough day and though he did too, he canât help but feel sympathy for you at this moment. âOh, my sweet girl. What am I gonna do with you, hm?â
âI donât know,â you sniffle.Â
âKnow you donât, ân you donât have to. Sâmy job,â he soothes. With his clean hand, he traces the side of your face and rubs his thumb over your cheekbone. âHow about this, then - what are we gonna do next time youâre not feeling so good?âÂ
âIâm - Iâmââ
âYouâre gonna tell me what you need,â he instructs, âAnd youâre gonna ask for it. Nicely. So that means usinâ your manners. Please, Joel. Thank you, Joel. Remember those words?â
âYeah,â you nod, âYeah, I remember.â
 âBut you forgot âem the whole day today,â Joel says softly. âI think you gotta learn to compromise, too,â he adds. The guilt had begun to set in before, but you really start to feel the burn now. You were unkind to Joel, and heâs been nothing but sweet, doting on every one of your needs. âI think an apologyâs in order for the way you treated me today.âÂ
Heâs right, and you know it. âIâm sorry. Iâm really sorry, Joel.â
âOh, I know you are. You just needed the reminder, sâokay,â You hadnât even noticed how his thrusting had slowed to a still until it picks up again slowly, as he presses kisses to you. Your cheeks first, then your lips. âIâll compromise too - Iâm only gonna make you come one more time, not two. Sound good? Sound fair?â
âI donât think I can, JoelâŚâ
âYeah, you can, sâthe last one. Take it good for me,â he encourages. âTake it good.âÂ
Thatâs what he repeats as his thrusts build again, fucking you deeply. Take it good, take it good for me. He hikes you up further on the bed and joins you so that heâs no longer standing at the floor, heâs got you pressed in half instead, your knees on either side of your chest and your feet above his shoulders. This angle intensifies everything and he knows, oh he knows how much it is for you. Youâre tired, sore, overstimulated. But youâll be done soon, heâll be done with you soon. He takes your hand and wedges it between your bodies, pressing your own fingers to your clit, âLet go for me, I wanna feel you let go for me,â he says. âFocus right here. Youâre gonna come with me, keep your eyes on meâŚâ
You donât even have to massage your clit, the way Joel angles himself has his body doing all the work, his pubic bone adding pressure to your fingers adding pressure to your clit. Itâs intense, all of it - deeply energetic, overwhelming. You canât quite discern your orgasm as it builds, thereâs no definitive start but itâs powerful, devastating almost. Washing over you in waves, you feel it in the base of your spine first. You feel it in your gut, the backs of your thighs all the way to your toes. You hardly register that heâs coming with you, filling you deep with his come. His jaw is clenched tight and heâs groaning, grunting as he milks himself in you.
He leaves you there, whimpering, twitching on the bed. You hear the faint sound of running water, you figure heâs washing himself off. Youâre surprised when he returns to you, pelvis covered in your blood, and scoops you right up in his arms. He helps you to your feet and on shaky legs, guides you to the bathroom. It no longer smells like bleach but instead, lavender. Heâs got a candle lit on the sink and the bathtub is filled with warm, bubbly water. âPicked out a bubble bath for you earlier when I went out. Wanna test it out with me?âÂ
âYeah,â you sniffle. âYes. Please.âÂ
Joel sits in the tub first, spreads his legs and welcomes you to sit between them. He washes the blood from your poor, sensitive core and your thighs, washes it from his own body as well. When heâs done, he pulls you back into his chest and his hands find your breasts. âTheyâre tender, huh,â he murmurs into the side of your head.Â
âSuper, yeah. Sore.âÂ
âIâll bet,â he says. He gently massages the tissue for you, his strong hands working you out in a way you canât quite do.Â
âThank you,â you whisper.Â
Joel chuckles. âBout fuckinâ time you thanked me,â he says. âYouâre welcome.âÂ
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@rememberwren's Sperm donor!Johnny and Husband!Ghost has been stuck in my head for far too long. So here's a quick unedited little thing I wrote for it!
You forgot exactly what you were nervous about. Then again, you usually forget everything when your husband is between your legs.
âGotta warm you up properly.â
He said earlier to Johnny and you, his large hand rubbing your thigh just a touch too high and making your face hot.Â
You're not sure how much âwarming upâ you needed; he's been at it for God knows how long, and you're dizzy and pretty sure you can't feel your toes anymore. He can be so mean sometimes when he's like this, biting your thighs when you try to push his head away, smiling at how you whimper.
âYou know, I'm starting to think you like it when I do that.â
As overstimulated as you are, you whine when he pulls away. You swear you can see the hearts in his eyes when he looks down at you. Gets you right in the heart.Â
When he rolls out of bed and walks to the door you suddenly remember why your stomach was in knots earlier; you're about to sleep with his subordinate. No, that's not the right word. Brother in arms? Best friend? Their relationship always seemed more complex than words could describe. There's a soft knock on the door and you look up to see your husband walk in with Johnny in tow.Â
Johnny's knees nearly give in at the sight of your body tangled up in the sheets, breathing hard, and skin glistening.
âPrettiest thing I've ever seen.âÂ
He smiles while unbuckling his pants. Simon hums in agreement and sits next to you, running his fingers up your arm and neck to caress your face. The look in his eyes could melt you right then and there, grounding and reassuring. Everything is going to be alright; it always has been and always will be.
Your eyes shoot back to Johnny, who's crawling over you slowly. You bite back a groan when Simon coos a good girl as you open your legs more, inviting Johnny to settle between them. The difference between your husband's face and the man hovering over you is night and day; Simon all soft and enamored, Johnny all fervid and lustful.Â
âYe ready?âÂ
Johnny's voice is almost as shaky as his hands, not nervous but almost deliriously aroused. You never had wandering eyes; it seems like it's wrong to even look at him now, but you don't want this to feel unnatural; you want to enjoy this. So you scan his body, toned chest falling and rising fast, strong arms caging you in, blue eyes so intense you have to look away.
âUh-huh.â
You reply quietly, bucking your hips against his, your most sensitive parts rubbing against his. The gasp you share makes you both chuckle, easing the tension. You run your hands up his arms and wrap them around his neck. When you pull him closer, he follows eagerly, burying his face against the crook of your neck, stubble tickling you.Â
âDinnae have to do this if you don't want to, hen.âÂ
âNo, I want to.âÂ
Your voice, smaller than you want it to be, makes Johnny's eyes soften. You look over to Simon, he cocks his head to the side, raising an eyebrow slightly, checking in. You just nod and he nods back. You keep your eyes on Simon while addressing Johnny,
âReady.â
There's a pause, a shift, and then. You groan and roll your eyes back when he slides in, still facing Simon who blinks fast. Johnny breathes like the air was knocked out of him,
âJesusâŚfuckâŚâ
He curses to himself, face still buried at your neck, slowly moving his hips forward until his pelvis meets yours. You whine as he nips your neck and yelp when he punches his hips forward from the sounds you make. Your husband leans over and palms the back of his neck, talking in a low, serious tone that makes you tighten up,Â
âJohnny.â
âYeah, LT?â
âEase up.âÂ
âYes, Sir.âÂ
Johnny places a soft kiss where he bit you. It's all soâŚoverwhelmingly intimate. Another man on top of you, grinding at just the right angle, hitting the right spots, all while your husband watches, instructing him. Simon pulls his hand away from Johnny's neck and shifts on the bed, sitting right next to you. Your eyes go wide when you turn to see him palming his erection. Oh. This is okay. This situation is more than okay. Simon fucking loves this. Johnny too. Guess you should throw away any reservations or doubts you had and just embrace this moment. Enjoy it to the fullest.Â
Johnny pulls back, face slightly flushed, panting softly,
âShe's so wet, Simon. Just so soft and perfect. Prettiest thing I ever saw...âÂ
You soak in the compliments but tune him out eventually, your attention drifting down to where Johnny slides in and out of you. It's a dreamy sight, really; you look so good together, it kind of reminds you how wonderful you and Simon look together.Â
âLooks real nice, doesn't it? Taking me so well, hen.â
Johnny presses his forehead against yours, looking down while you hum in agreement. It's quiet for a moment, save for the occasional pant and moan or slick sounds from between your legs. A rough hand holds your left and another, larger hand grabs your right. It's all so sweaty, so sticky and sweet. So dazed, you barely register the first kiss Johnny plants on your lips. The second one makes your eyes shoot open, staring right at his annoyingly long, brown lashes until he pulls back and opens his eyes, blindingly blue. Your face gets hot, and you pull your hand to your face, your husband's fingers still intertwined with them. He extends his pointer finger to caress your cheek and you turn your face to look up at him. He's so gentle right now like he knows that's what you need from him.Â
A smile plays on his face when you open your mouth and slide his finger into your mouth, sucking softly, rolling your eyes back, and moaning softly. You love giving him a show. Love making him melt in your mouth. He nods over to Johnny, whose jaw is slack, breathing hard. When you look at him, it's quite the sight: blue eyes wide and wild, mouth hanging open, and you can see his pulse right underneath his jawline beating wildly. Just fucking delectable. You pull your face away from Simon's hand and smile up at Johnny who groans and chuckles,
âChrist, LT.â
âFocus, Johnny. Ain't done yet.â
There's something feral that flashes in Johnny's eyes, hungry. Eager to please. You or Simon, you're not too sure. But he hooks an arm under your knees and hikes your leg up as far as it'll go, digging into you until you're a whimpering mess under him. His whole body pressed up against you, pinning you down. His mouth pressed right up against your ear, replacing every thought you had with his voice.Â
âRight there? Huh? God, tight cunt right hereâŚC'mon... Tell me how good it isâŚTell me.â
He repeats the last phrase until you're mindlessly praising him, telling him what he wants to hear. What he needs to hear. You can feel him smile against the skin right under your ear before pressing tender kisses there.Â
You're pressed chest to sweaty, hairy chest when you wrap your arms around him tighter, embracing him. All traces of guilt scraped away with Simon's breathy praise. You move one hand around until it rests on your husband's big thigh, and he tenses up under your touch.Â
âC'mon love, give Johnny something real nice. He's been such a trooper, yeah?âÂ
You nod into Johnny's shoulder, breathless.Â
âUh-huh,â
It hits you hard and fast. Almost unexpectedly. Hearing a small moan escape Simon always sent you over the edge, though, always a rare moment when he lets himself relax and be vulnerable.Â
Spasming and moaning under Johnny had his hips moving frantically, desperate for his own release. Biting his shoulder had him crashing right into it, digging deep into you until his hips still. He crushed you under his weight, licking the sweat off your neck. Simon pushed his head away though.Â
âDon't forget, she's my wife Johnny.
His voice isn't harsh, it's almost soft. His large frame leans down and presses a tender kiss against your lips. Then another. And another. All while singing velvety praises between each one. For a moment, you forget about the other man in the room lying right on top of you. Until he pulls away, sliding out of you. Almost makes you whine til he starts pressing his lips against your sternum and stomach. Head in the clouds, you feel like you're floating. Suspended in this moment of pure bliss.Â
âYou got one more in you?â
Simon asks. Before you can answer, Johnny responds eagerly.Â
âAlways.â
#i feel like i repeated alot of shit but i didn't bother to reread this lol#had to write something#its been too long#short stuff#imagines#ghoap x reader#ghoap x you#simon riley#simon ghost riley#johnny soap mactavish#johnny soap mctavish x reader#simon riley x reader#cod x reader#soap x reader#simon ghost x reader#ghost soap#ghost cod#ghost x reader#ghost soap x reader
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i wrote a whole ass psychology breakdown (for the first time in FOREVER) about the break-up. enjoy (if you so choose):
so I've been reading a lot in relation to Tommy's speech during the break-up (and have actually gotten through the scene several times now, mostly as a creative reference for these fix-it fics. I think one of the first things that I've seen completely tossed aside (that bothers the shit out of me as someone with over a decade of therapy treatment and a psychology degree) is whatever trauma Tommy carries.
We know that there are issues with his dad. We know Lou's lore behind him is that he spent a lot of his childhood alone. We don't know anything in relation to his mom, but she may or may not be the cause of more trauma. We know that his way of dealing with abuse of authority is to shut down and follow the leader, which is likely a mix of his military time and growing up in his father's household (and when I say this, I mean from what we saw of him under Gerrard's command). This is a person who has put years into getting himself into some version of okay after all that he's endured, and we know he still generally does it on his own.
To that end, here, have my breakdown of the break up (roughly right about the time Buck says "I want you to move in with me"). (with pictures!)
Prior to the offer, we watch Tommy process through Evan's explanation about his relationship with Abby, things being transformative for him, etc. We have to bare in mind that this is where we also start to get what I've dubbed "starry-eyed Buck". He's so in the throes of what he's saying that I don't think he's really considering the connotation of his words. At the same time, Tommy doesn't know what lore Evan is about to drop him about this prior relationship. Remember that he now has to contend with the fact that they both have strong opinions on their relations toward Abby, and Tommy can't know if their feelings toward her as a person will be the same. I think Lou played this beautifully, appearing anxious and apprehensive as Tommy listened to Evan explain that Abby was transformative for him. Then he shifts into how Tommy has been transformative for him (which, he has, and we as the audience know this, but we understand it from a bigger POV than what Evan is saying with his words.)
There have been posts about Evan putting Tommy up on a pedestal throughout this speech (and really, possibly even sooner, but this is where we really get it expressed). Tommy tries to rectify this to a degree by countering "I wasn't always that way".
To that end, we then get Evan telling him "I know, and it just makes me admire you more." Tommy gives a bashful smile, clearly heartened by the statement, and even opening his mouth as though he's going to respond to it in some form. It would be interesting to know what was on Lou's mind of what (if anything) he thought would've been said there. Are there lines that were removed in this scene? Was 'I love you' actually going to come up? We can't really know. However, there's this part of me that thinks that Tommy thought that they were having a discussion on the depth of their relationship which would've possibly brought those 7 letters to the equation. Either way, this entire bit of facial acting is SO important, because it speaks volumes about how Tommy feels about how Evan feels about him.
From there we get the "I want you to move in with me, and this, THIS, THIS is such an important point for this ENTIRE scene. It's two seconds, but it holds SO much for the narrative. This man, who seems to be on the verge of ...something, clearly (who knows if I Love You was on his mind, or if it was just the fact that Evan was expressing how much he cares about him.) The reason this is all so important is THIS REACTION:
Now again, we don't know Tommy's trauma, but the joy literally drops out of his expression and shifts to panic. Now, speaking solely from the standpoint that these two haven't even said "I love you" yet, his boyfriend steamrolled over him from a possible declaration of love straight to moving in together without discussing semantics. Further, it's not even "I want to live together", it's "move in with me". We don't know much about Tommy's house (because these shitheads haven't built him a set yet), but we know that he has a HOUSE. With a GARAGE. Buck lives in a LOFT. Regardless of how much of an asshole this makes me sound like, it's crawling with red flags. It comes across as "fit more into my life" instead of "lets do this thing together". Further, if that's not bad enough, mention of getting engaged and married is thrown at Tommy as well, which holds two major bits of information: One, these are on Evan's mind. We've NEVER heard him talk about getting engaged or married to anyone. This speaks to the importance of their relationship to him, but the lack of I Love You also speaks on his own trauma. If we truly are getting the rom-com trope, at some point there's likely to be a conversation about why he lept over it (*cough* Taylor, his parents *cough cough*). Meanwhile, as he's continued in his starry-eyed speech, this is what Tommy is giving:
Now for those who don't know how to spot it, this my friends is a PANIC RESPONSE. The shift forward, the move to get up, the literal deep breath. He's having a panic attack. Now, obviously we don't know what brought this on, but god-willing, we WILL get the answers.
Now, to his own point, Tommy doesn't just straight up pop Evan's pink bubble. He does express that it's a sweet sentiment, but that it's a bad idea. To which point we get:
"Evan, that is so sweet. But I can't move in with you." "And why not?" Because. I know how this ends." "Uh, what-what's that supposed to mean?"
At which point, we clearly get the qualities about Evan that Tommy likes. "Incredible guy. Big-hearted. Hot as hell. Impulsive." I don't feel that the expression here matters as much as his tone of voice, because we can see on his face that he's expressing these qualities from a good place. The next point of reference isn't until Tommy's next line, when he says that Evan's reaction is out of things being "new and exciting".
To that end, the way Evan is talking to him makes this statement valid. He's not talking to Tommy like they've been together for six months and have built a relationship that should be moving in this direction. (For the tenth time I will repeat, he couldn't even dignify whether he was in love with Tommy when Josh asked).
Furthermore, I think when you consider this part of the scene, you also have to consider the strain in Tommy's voice. Something about those concepts (living together, getting engaged, married) is terrifying. It definitely gives the impression that Tommy has been faced with some version of this before and he got burned. Why is this important? Because of this:
"I'm saying no matter how bad I want it to be, I'm not your last." Those 9 words are important on their own, but when you couple them with the expression on Tommy's face and what we've just seen him go through, there's a clear point to the fact that he's been through this before. I also think that there can't be enough importance placed on the way he intonates "how bad". This is not a man saying no because he doesn't want to. He's backpedaling because he's sure that he's going to get burned. We get this point further driven home with this exchange:
"I'm your first." "But hey, they can be the same thing." "But, they usually aren't."
See this doesn't read to me as someone who's scared because he knows Evan has never been with another man. They're both fully grown adults who have had multiple relationships. What this speaks to me (now) as, is someone who has let someone convince him before that he would be their forever, that they were all in, and then broke him. When you include his childhood trauma and whatever abandonment issues it's left him with in correlation with all of this, yes, it's still an extremely biphobic set of lines. But in the context of what he's expressing and why, it's not about telling Evan he needs more experience, it's about telling him that he doesn't believe that he'll want to stay settled down with him six months, a year, etc., down the road. And THAT my friends, is abandonment issues 101. "Everyone else has left, so it doesn't matter that I'm in love with you, because you will leave too, and I need to protect myself from that."
Following that, we get this: "if I were to move in with you, you wouldn't mean to, you wouldn't plan for it, but you'd end up breaking my heart."
This line is SO important, right next to Evan's exchange with Josh about his relationship with Tommy. Why? Because even though neither of them have said it, it spells out that these two are in fact in love with each other, even if they haven't said it.
"I don't think I could deal with that." Tommy is fucking GONE on him. He's expressing that if he gave himself fully over to what Evan's referring to, losing him would break him. Again, we don't have the full picture on his trauma, but we know there's a mountain there. It's also worth noting again, that the intonation he uses in these statements clearly come across as someone trying to reign in their emotions and keep it together. That says to me that we're dangeously close to touching his trauma.
I don't feel like I have to include the final few bits of the scene in gifs because they're all over the site now, but the next line gives over the fact that he hasn't really been open about his trauma to Evan, given that his immediate response to expressing all of this is "I should go". This kind of reaction is generally brought on as not being accepted for having certain feelings. Now, obviously Evan is caught off guard by the entire interaction, the same way Tommy was (but for different reasons), so we have to take all of that into account when we think about the fact that instead of countering Tommy's logic, he asks instead if Tommy is breaking up with him.
Body language is also so important here for Tommy. His shoulders are hunched in, we see him wipe his face (meaning there are likely tears), and when he turns around, he's so caught up in whatever wave has taken him over that it takes Evan asking him for Tommy to state "yeah, I guess I did" about breaking up. Further, there's the fact that he states that he didn't see the break-up coming, which goes back to my point at the top of this post, that he clearly thought the conversation was going one direction, and instead it goes the other. From this point, we have Evan reeling, because he wants to create more of a life with Tommy, while Tommy is shutting down because of whatever is holding him back.
Finally, as I've referenced before, we get this line:
"Should've known that parking spot was too good to be true."
That line makes zero sense out of context, but in consideration of someone trying to lighten the weight they're carrying (which you can literally see by the way he has his hand on his neck, which you generally only see people do as a stress response). You can also double entendre this statement that getting to be with Evan was too good to be true. We get that little inhale with the smile, and I swear to God the only time I've seen that kind of reaction is right before someone cracks.
And then in closing, we get the "I'll see you 'round, Buck," our closing gut punch. Evan is still reeling, clearly. His face is very "what the hell just happened". Tommy is clearly not okay. This entire scene has opened an entire can of worms on them without a whole lot of answers.
Now, I've owned the fact that basically from the end of 806, I felt like this had to be a swerve, and that there has to be more to the story. I've also pretty much owned the fact that if the writers did actually just do this for kicks and don't have a resolution for it, I may not keep watching. However, in the context of the fact that, for the moment, I'm choosing to put hope in some kind of resolution, these lines make so much more sense. It is worth noting though, most people in the fandom, let alone the general audience, aren't going to psychologically break this shit down line-by-line. They're not going to lean into whatever trauma Tommy has that we don't know about yet. Its why the internet has been a mess since Thursday night. But it's also why I talk about how, when this situation gets resolved (because right now I refuse to say if), Buck has to give up the loft and give more of himself. Tommy, by the nature of the show, has fully immersed himself in Evan's life, but we haven't seen or heard mention of Evan doing so at all in Tommy's life. That doesn't mean he hasn't, but we haven't gotten any version of that. So when I say Evan needs to give things up... it's about matching what he's asking Tommy to give up. Because at the end of the day, when this circles back around, he's effectively going to be asking Tommy to trust that he won't break his heart like others have, and when you have a lifetime of abandonment issues and have learned to cope by being hyper-independent and alone, moving in the opposite direction is more terrifying than anything else. ESPECIALLY when you love that person, which we saw Tommy spell out. Evan has the ability to break him (and probably already is via this cut-off-at-the-quick break up.)
So, I'm really gonna need these shit heads to figure out that they'll be more miserable apart than they'd ever be together.
That's all. Thanks for coming to my TED talk.
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â Ë âš . đđđđđđđ đđ đđđđ. KAMISATO AYATO â Ë âš .
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When he sees you in his office room this late, he knows his frustrations with endless paperwork finally end as the long-awaited â and, what is wee embarrassing to admit, long-forgotten â break came to visit. Break, albeit used to describe many situations and events, in this particular case means you, his most beautiful wife. Ayatoâs favourite type of break.
âItâs late, my dear,â he says, tone playful. âShouldnât you be sleeping already?â
Your fingers graze against his temple in a caring manner, and he purrs with satisfaction, allowing you to sit right beside him near the low table.
âI wanted to see you. Itâs so cold in bed without youâŚâ Your hand slowly slides from his temples to the nape, feeling your husband tremble ever so slightly at your meek touch. The warm pads of your fingertips trail across his shoulders and the area where the neck meets the broad back, resting for a bit and then gently rubbing circles against it, working through the layers of expensive garments. You donât say anything for a few long minutes â rather, youâre fully immersed in taking care of his stiff muscles.
âJudging by the warmth of your palms, perhaps your claim is not entirely true, hm? Leaving your cosy bedding just to visit me in nothing but a flimsy robe? I sense an intrigue rather than a genuine concern.â Ayatoâs hands grab yours before they escape anywhere else. He gives your knuckle a quick peck. Only once, unimpeachable, and he does this every single time you crave some intimacy after what seemed like eternity without him.
Frankly, you do not appreciate it. A pout forms immediately on your lips. They feel lonely, unkissed.
âSpare me a moment or two.â You wrap around his neck, burying your face in the curve of his shoulder and inhaling the intoxicating scent. Camellia flowers and cherry blossoms â a fragrance almost too sweet and innocent for a man such as Lord Kamisato. âI love you so much that I donât know what to do with myself anymore if youâre not near me.â
What could have been better than enjoying all those delectable noises reserved only for him? A solid offer. No wonder you two are together, one always outsmarting another, always trying to bargain a better deal, be it a kiss, a hug, or an indecent touch during a walk in nature where even butterflies canât seem to find a way to your secret place.
Insufferable are his thoughts now that youâve inflicted this venom of lust into his system. If anything, the first dosage was administered long before this evening and had gone untreated due to your husbandâs own unwillingness to firmly stop himself from overworking.
Ayato must say that it takes both more patience and determination than usual to fight off your beauty. The purple of his eyes never loses its enticing luster â a mystery worthy of thousands of poems dedicated solely to you. Why should he torture himself any longer while youâre within his reach, offering yourself so obediently?
âMy sweet wife is already going for the kill.â His arms encircle your waist in one fluid motion. As expected, he grins to himself, feeling you shiver with excitement against his chest, gaze wandering between your parted lips and star-stricken eyes. âIf your request wasnât so very irresistible, then maybe⌠Oh well.â
None of you waste any more time, shamefully clawing at each otherâs garments just to open them enough to continue making out. You cling to his nape as he puts one hand beneath your ass to hoist you up in order to carry you closer to him.
Every breath burns his throat until he presses you onto the nearest wall â away from the main corridor and prying ears of curious servants, which is unfortunate since he has planned something particularly scandalous involving said corridor. This one he will remember for another occasion, that is. Nothing lost. It does not matter anyway â whatever idea wouldâve come to his head can be used tomorrow, a day after tomorrow, anytime, provided that the opportunity arises once again.
Ayato allows himself a brief evaluation of his abandoned tasks before getting down to business. A mere moment later, heâs fucking you relentlessly against the wooden column, your hair tangled with the surface and messy behind your head. With a warm hand on your cheek, it contrasts with the cool breeze coming through the window.
Debauched noises escape your throat without regard to decency, like waterfalls running dry after a hot summer, until there is nothing left but a silent heap of exhales.
Still starving for attention, deprived of everything your beloved husband has been reluctant to provide these past evenings, even the most minuscule gestures spark flames below your navel.
Supposedly, getting so easily wet could be considered unwelcome, always messing up your underwear, but in the company of your adored man, itâs perfect. Itâs foolishly easy to slip past the entrance of your pussy and force it to catch every tiny shift of his shaft.
The quick work on your clothes made you too flustered to act before you could even explain your presence here in more detail. With an arm sneaking around your waist, he pulls you closer with a goal to slip his painfully hard cock deeper into your sodden cunt.
Alongside the kiss pressed to your forehead, his mouth lingers there for a brief moment, humming praises against your sweaty skin.
âIs this exactly what you wanted?â
âI love you.â You pant in desperation, fisting at the back of Ayatoâs embroidered suit. A string of needy whines flows from your tongue in rapid succession while his lips pepper kisses over your jawline, up and down and across your heated skin until they land on the juncture of your neck, eliciting a small gasp as a reward.
âArenât you the most precious one? You should be aware that your words are more dangerous to my heart than any blade or poison.â The Commissioner lets his guard down, a ripple of relief and solace washing over him in the loving warmth of your closeness, and he leans into the embrace while holding you as careful as one holds an ancient vase.
âHmm, isnât that adorable that even you have a soft spot?â Your giggle turns into a wanton yelp as he manhandles you to fit against his lean body like a missing puzzle piece.
âOnly because I adore you so dearly, I will allow myself to pause the work of utmost importance.â His fingers are brushing against the soft material of your night robe, creeping under the fabric to keep your thigh high enough for him to push his pelvis right against your clit. âItâs not as important as you, I have to admit.â
He kisses your cheek, and his lips travel down your jawline, the feather-like pecks on the side of your collarbone, and you canât help the content sigh that escapes your mouth. His breath is ticklish, and when his teeth gently nibble the delicate skin, the gasp that follows makes him chuckle, his pace not slowing down.
âIf my darling is not silent,â Ayato whispers, his hot breath fanning against your ear, âthe servants may notice something unusual is happening in my private quarters.â
As if it would not rouse is excitementâŚ
Such a threat is empty, just a fickle of a joke to raise your pulse before his pace returns to the previous rhythm. The mischievous sparkle in his eyes betrays his amusement, knowing that he will most likely fuck you dumb until you whimper out his name pleadingly, for he does not care if others hear how much of a perfect lover he is. Those working under him are long adjusted to the questionable ways of their Lordâs doings.
You canât deny the effect it has on you, though. Especially with his hand moving to your mouth, covering it completely to muffle any delicious mewls slipping down your tongue.
âBite it, if you have to.â
A rush of heat engulfs the pit of your stomach, your cunt squeezing his shaft hungrily. He doesnât slow down â no, quite the opposite, as if motivated by the shame that strikes your silhouette. His thrusts are steady and merciless, and you are glad that the column is keeping you upright; otherwise, youâd collapse into his arms like a lithe rag doll.
It works like a charm on you. Heavy weight of his words, a need for control in every little detail, always caring, always considerate towards you. Although there are times where your husband will bend to your will and please you thoroughly, there are also moments like these when he wonât give you a chance to think straight, all because of such a simple reason.
He adores you to the point of addiction.
And now he wishes to enjoy you to the fullest without further pauses, reducing his duties to mere distractions that otherwise would stop him from revelling in your body.
No longer form a coherent sentence, you accept the mind-numbing sensation of his cockhead hitting the deepest spots simultaneously with his fingers rubbing at your wet, puffy clit. The tension in your core is threatening to snap at any moment, your juices soaking his length as your pussy greedily milks his shaft with each and every snap of his hips into your pliant body.
Even with limbs unable to muster out any strength to cuddle to your husband, the feeling of your hole gripping him like a vice rewiring Ayatoâs mind into a mush, a delirious haze of lust. He removes his hand from your mouth, cupping your face and wiping the drool that is trickling down your chin, his thumb gently caressing the damp skin.
Dark lavender eyes follow sparkles dimming in your fluttering gaze as you try your best to not fall into bliss and close your lids. His forehead rests against yours, his breathing heavy and shallow, his lips dangerously close, and the Commissioner swallows at the familiar heat pooling in his abdomen.
âJust like this, dear,â he says softly, his voice trembling and strained. âJust a bit more.â
With a shaky sigh, he shoves his mouth against yours in a sloppy kiss to avoid any loud noise to escape him, savouring the flavour of your tongue as if you were the finest dessert prepared solely for his appetite.
Despite being unsure if you could truly make it last until your husband finds relief as well, you fight for balance on your shaking thighs while even a portion of your weight feels too much to bear on your wobbly knees. His cock swells, the pressure coiling and tightening from the inside of his balls as the release hits him like a tidal wave. As soon as his essence souses the walls of your womb white, you sob and join him in the moment of sweetest carnal satisfaction.
The sudden contractions of your cunt bring you both to the sweetest peak of pleasure, all too intense to not slump down the polished floors in a puddle of fine silk stained with your mixed essences.
Although Kamisato Ayato is the epitome of politeness and strict discipline, there is no way to deny the truth that he might turn the world upside down just to rest between the thighs of his darling wife.
The delirious euphoria comes to an end when he slips himself out of your snug cunt, soft and worn, satisfied but also amused upon noticing that some of his cum already leaked out of your hole. A pity, such a waste that his seed is seeping through the slippery gash. Maybe the idea of making you pregnant will stay with him until the next close encounter, then.
There is nothing left of composure that usually defines him as the leader of the Yashiro Commission. Instead, the sight is almost unnerving compared to his usual image. Clothes crumpled and skewed, hair ruffled atop his sheen forehead, and the pink blush adorning his cheeks. Perhaps you did him some good tonight after all, clearing his mind and relaxing the muscles tense from sitting still for hours. There are plenty of tasks left to be done â he wonât sleep even after exhausting himself â but perhaps now heâs willing to consider joining you in bed for the rest of the night.
As if hearing your thoughts, he chuckles breathlessly, scooping you up in his embrace without worrying about cleaning the mess just yet.
âThere are several things Iâd rather do instead of dealing with t-those reports right now...â
âDo I r-really have to coerce my beloved husband into sleeping together?â
âObviously, no. Itâs only a matter of fact that I forget about the passage of time until you have to visit my office. But wasnât it just as sweet?â His teeth nibble at your earlobe before he laughs under his breath again.
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Sebastian was so happy that William was now here too. He got a kiss, then William sat down next to him, held his hand. He told him right away about all the things he did before coming here and the reason why he was late. Sebastian understood of course â the fact that William even came to visit today despite being busy himself was already more than enough.
âThank you so much, love. Surely by the time Iâm back home Snowflake will love you just as muchâ, he grinned, âAnd please, donât worry about any stupid speeding tickets, reallyâ, that was so not important right now anyway. Sebastian was was more curious about what their friends said, because clearly it was them that William spoke to today. Grandma Lillian listened attentively as well â so far she could already tell William was a very pleasant, friendly and endeavored young man and she could tell he cared for Sebastian a lot.
âIâmâŚfine I guessâ, Sebastian answered Williamâs question first, âI mean, honestly? Dr Cole said during her ward round in the morning that everything looks fine. ButâŚstill, all feels sore and uncomfortable, I guess thatâs normal but itâs annoying. Iâm still on that pain meds IV of course but they donât want to give me too much too often, so the wound generally just hurts all day. I canât leave the bed, I canât eat solid food, itâs reallyâŚokay. Not more and not lessâ, he sighed, kind of defeated and yet he still showed William a smile, âButâŚI donât want to complain too much. I feel way better now that you are hereâ.
Well, Sebastian never cared if he was particularly cheesy in front of others â it wasnât like his grandma didnât know him. She found it amusing and also quite endearing.
âBut now tell me. You told the others, right? WhatâŚwhat did they say? AndâŚhow was your day anyway? Tell me everythingâ.
For I have sinned...
The principal cleared his throat, eyes scanning the notes that he had wrote down before this meeting. It already lasted an hour, and the teachers gathered in the faculty room were becoming restless and bored. But indeed there were some things to discuss, with the concert that the senior class was supposed to perform at the end of the semester, and with recent staff changes.Â
William glanced down at his watch, sighing softly. His class was starting in 15 minutes, so at least, whether the meeting will be done soon or not, he will get to excuse himself. He looked out of the window, his mind wandering. Principalâs voice turned into white noise in the background. It was a pleasant day, late summer. But William was looking forward to a slightly cooler weather. Wearing all black could really be bothersome at times.Â
âAnd lastly, I am pleased to announce that we have finally found replacement for the violin teacher. Dear Mr Tanaka, may he rest in peace, was with us for so many years that Iâve been concerned we wonât be able to find someone as good as to fill this position.â the principal spoke. âBut Mr⌠Michaelis, was highly recommended to me, and he indeed has impressive references. He will be starting this week, so please welcome him warmly once he will arrive. Ah yes⌠about that. He will arrive today at noon, I need someone to pick him up from the train station and bring over for the tour around the school. Any volunteers?âÂ
William was barely listening, and definitely not paying much attention. He glanced at his watch again, and saw that it was time to leave, as his class was about to start. He raised his hand to excuse himself, and little did he know, he just volunteered.
âFather William! Excellent!â the principal exclaimed. âJust donât be late, the train arrives at noon.â
âTrainâŚ?â William questioned, raising his brow. He had a feeling he was missing somethingâŚ
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Right after the meeting, William had to run for the class, so he had little time to clarify what exactly he had volunteered for. He was a piano teacher in this Music Academy, but also he served as a priest in local church. Well respected, and rather liked. So when he later found out it was about the new violin teacher, he didnât refuse. Who, other than himself, would be a better choice to introduce a newcome to their community?
So even though he raised his hand by accident, he accepted this fate.
After classes, at noon, William took a taxi and drove to the train station, to pick up their new teacher. Wearing black trousers, and a black shirt with a thin tie, was absolutely dreadful in this weather, so William quickly found shelter under the roof of the station platform, that provided some shade.
The train had just arrived. William had no idea how Mr Michaelis looked like, but he figured he will just look for someone carrying a violin case with them.Â
He was in for a bit surprise.
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YOU & ME
Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader
Summary: After returning to OBX, after the events of the past four years have cooled off, JJ realizes it's about time he asks you a very important question.Â
Warning: JJ deserves a happy ending! Season 4 spoilers.
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JJ found you out on the dock, leaning over the railing and looking at something in the water. He smiled to himself as he strolled toward you, running his fingers over the ring he stuffed in his pocket.Â
âFind any treasure down there?â JJ asked as he approached you.
You threw him a look over your shoulder. âNot funny,â you replied, but there was a smile on your lips that told him otherwise.Â
The Pogues had rightfully retired from their treasure-hunting days. Too many close calls and they werenât willing to risk it anymore. They didnât need to, not after finally cashing out for the last time. JJ, with your guidance and gentle threats, promised to be responsible with his share this time around. For the first time in his life, he saw a future illuminated brightly ahead of him. He had you, his friends, and even a God-daughter now. While his risky tendencies werenât completely put to bed, he was comfortable where he stood and finally felt like he could relax.Â
All in all, he was happy. But there was still something he had yet to do.Â
He slung an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side as you both gazed at the water. As much as he had once enjoyed action and adventure, JJ partially used it as an escape. He felt like he had been running from something his whole life, trying to make sense of why he was the way he was. He used to think that, if he never slowed down, nothing would have the chance to hurt him too much. But then he found a family within his friends and a reason to stop running within you. He didnât need to escape anymore or run. He didnât need to make sense of anything anymore. JJ Maybank finally had everything he had been looking for. His world made sense for the first time, and he had no intention of screwing that up.Â
âYou okay?â you asked softly, reaching up and brushing a hand across his cheek.Â
âYeah, just thinkinâ.â
âUh-oh,â you teased, moving to stand in front of him. You hugged him lightly, peering at him with furrowed brows. âThinkinâ about what?âÂ
JJ leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours. âYou.âÂ
âAnd what about me?â Your breath was warm against his face, competing against the cool breeze off the water. The distant laughter of his friends sounded from up the dock, where they all sat around, eating and cooing at little baby Routledge.Â
The worst years of his life, only peppered with good from his Pogues, felt like lifetimes behind him. All of the pain he experienced faded like his scars. He only had the good parts now, and there wasnât a chance on Earth heâd let them slip away.Â
âI have a question Iâve been meaning to ask you,â JJ said, hesitant not because he was unsure, but because there was still a fear in the far depths of his mind that youâd leave him. It was stupid, you had told him that a million and three times, but he couldnât help the faint voice in the back of his head pestering him in a whisper.Â
You silently waited for him to continue. As he worked up the courage, he closed his eyes for just a second, picturing the same little dream heâd created in his head not long after meeting you.Â
âWeâve got a pretty good thing goinâ, huh?â he started.Â
A breathy laugh fell from your lips. âIâd say so.âÂ
âRight, and I, um, I donât really want it to end, you know?âÂ
You leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to his nose. âI donât plan on it ending, JJ. Itâs you and me, remember?âÂ
He did; he remembered the promise you made not long after you first met. It started off as a pack between friends, but it morphed into something deeper. You and him. If he had anything, he had that to hold on to.Â
âYeah,â he whispered, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out the ring he had stolen a while back with the intention of, one day, slipping it on your finger. Leaning back from you, he held up the ring between two fingers, letting the dainty silver shine in the growing moonlight. âYou and me. Forever, maybe?âÂ
It took a moment for realization to dawn on you, but it struck with force. Your eyes blew wide, and your mouth fell open in a humorous and bewildered laugh. âAre you asking me to marry you?âÂ
JJ nodded, sheepishly using his free hand to scratch the back of his neck. âI probably should have gotten down on one knee, right? To be fair, itâs my first time.â He went to lower himself onto the dock, but you stopped him, cupping his face in your hands.Â
âAnd itâs perfect,â you said, tears welling up in your eyes. âI would love to marry you, JJ Maybank.âÂ
He felt like he was going to cry too from the pure excitement and love that swelled inside his chest. Blinking back his own happy tears, he took your hand and slid the ring on your finger. It wasnât some extravagant engagement ring, but it fit like a glove on your finger like it had been made for you. The smile on your face was enough confirmation that you liked it.Â
You kissed him, the warm metal of the ring pressed against his cheek. It was a feeling he was looking forward to getting used to. To kiss you forever, until youâre old and gray and yelling at kids to get off your lawn. JJ used to have a hard time looking past eighteen, trying to figure out what heâd become if he made it that far. Would he be locked up like every adult in his life used to tell him? Would he end up like his father or the man he used to think was his father?Â
But he didnât have to worry anymore, about any of it. He made it past eighteen and a different path awaited him, a good one, a happy one.Â
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Iâm Not Brainwashed.
A blizzard hit Fawcett. It was a pretty harsh one too. His apartment doesnât have heating too. So, Billy went on a journey to find a warm place to sleep.
First, he tried the corner owned by a nice old man. The man said he could bask in the storeâs warmth until the storeâs closing time.
Old Man: âIâm sorry, itâs just I donât feel comfortable leaving you here overnight.â
Billy: âThereâs no need to apologize, Mister. Itâs fine.â
Old Man: âBut it isnât. I wish I could keep you longer but I canât. Here.â *gives Billy some wrapped sandwiches* âCome back tomorrow. Iâll let you stay again.â
Billy: *small smile* âIâll try. Thanks, Mister.â
Billy would definitely come back tomorrow, but for now he had to find a place to sleep for the night. This was when Billy made the unfortunate mistake of going to the Rock of Eternity to get out of the cold for a moment.
Billy: *plops down in front of the throne eating one of the sandwiches given to him* âHmm⌠Where am I gonna go now?â
Billy didnât know that those would be his last words as he dozed off at the rock.
A full rest laterâŚ
Billy: *stirs awake* âWhere am IâŚ? The rock? Geez did I fall asleep?â *feels a buzz from his pocket dimension and pulls out his JL comm and sees like 95 notifications* â-Oh my GODS.â
Thatâs how Billy found out the hard way never to sleep at the Rock. Turns out, to everyone else, he disappeared. For a WEEK. Damn (he feels like he deserves to curse in this situation) the Rock of Eternity and the weird way it makes time go by. Letâs see⌠Heâd missed an emergency meeting, several messages from his friends, and an either concerned or subtlety threatening text from Batman. Okay. Thatâs concerning. Uh⌠You know what? Before he goes and talks to his friends, why doesnât he go check on Fawcett first?
So, he left the rock, and guess what? The blizzard is still going. Heâd be lying if he said this didnât peeve him. Thankfully, it was daytime, so that means the Old Man would probably let him in the store again.
Old Man: âThere you are! You had me worried.â
Billy: âSorry.â *sounds ashamed*
Old Man: âThereâs no need to apologize. Itâs just, you said you would be back the next day, and you never came. I thought something had happened to you! Iâve been stress cooking ever since.â *puts a large bag of food into Billyâs hands*
Billy: âI didnât mean to stress you. You donât have to give me this.â
Old Man: âYes I do.â *points to the spot Billy sat the day he had come in* âNow go sit and eat.â
Billy: âYes, Mister.â *trudges over me eats, feeling bad for making the man worry*
Soon though, Billy had to leave again. He said goodbye to the Old Man and started walking to the blistering cold. He had to find another place to sleep. He looked up the now night sky. He had an idea. It was a stupid one, but it was an idea nonetheless.
The intercom over head announced Captain Marvelâs presence in the watchtower. Wally paused in eating the quadruple double triple quintuple sandwich he made himself. Wasnât it like 10 pm in Fawcett or something? Cap almost never came to the Watchtower after seven unless it was for monitor duty. The speedster quickly finished his sandwich and decided to go see if something was wrong.
Eventually, he found the Captain near the sleeping quarters. Most members of the JL had one. That included Cap, but as far as Wally knew, Marvel hadnât so much as stepped foot in that room.
âCap, buddy! Whatâre you doing here so late?â Flash asked, causing Marvel to startle.
âOh uh⌠I thought Iâd get some sleep.â The Captain said, anxiousness rolling off him in waves.
âI thought you didnât need to sleep?â
âWell, I donât, but I still like to, yâknow?â Marvel said, scratching the back of his neck.
Flash shook his head. âNot really.â
A small, out of place, awkward silence filled the hallway where they stood for a moment before Flash spoke up again, âWhere have you been all week-â
âNight!â Cap cut him off, quickly entering the room and letting the door shut behind him, abruptly ending the conversation.
Wally stood there for a few moments. Okay⌠Something was definitely wrong with his buddy. Had the speedster done something to upset him? He turned to start walking away. Heâd talk to his buddy later.
Wally got maybe seven feet away before he heard a loud crash that sounded like lighting and then loud alarms that started ringing throughout the Watchtower. Something about an intruder? Batman walked over to him. Where he came from, only god knows.
âFlash.â Bruce greeted him as he passed, stopping in front of the door Marvel disappeared into just a few moments before.
âSpooky, whatâs going on?â Flash sped over to stand next to him.
âThereâs an intruder in this room.â Batman replied, as soon as he finished speaking, another large crash of lightning could be heard. The alarm then stopped blaring. This made the Dark Knight pause and start tapping something on the tablet Wally just realized the other man was holding.
âDid something happen?â Wally asked, leaning over to try and see the tablet.
âThe intruder is gone. The Watchtowerâs also sustained two major electrical strikes that traveled through the tower, temporarily shut down anything in its way. They traveled to this room.â Bruce said.
It was at that moment, Marvel decided to make an appearance. He looked panicked, and when he registered Batman was standing in front of him, the panic seemed to increase. âMister Batman Sir! HeeeeeeeyâŚâ
âCaptain, thereâs an intru-â Batman didnât get to finish that sentence before Marvel interrupted him.
âSorry Mister Batman Sir, but I really gotta be going.â Marvel said hurriedly before speed walking to the zetas. Wally and Bruce watched him go.
Billy shouldâve known it was too stupid of an idea to work! He wanted to see if he could detransform and sleep in the bed of the room, but nooooooooo it just had to trigger the alarm. Billy wasnât proud about interrupting so many (two) people today, but he really, really needed to go because as soon as Flash and Batman step into his room, theyâre gonna see two dark lightning marks on the floor. Then theyâre gonna try and ask questions. Then thatâs gonna lead to Billy having to explain that he can summon lightning to change into a little kid. Then theyâre gonna get mad Billy lied to them about being an adult. Then, theyâre gonna try stopping him from being a hero, and from there his life as a hero and as Billy Batson will crumble to literal dust.
Around fifteen minutes after Marvel left⌠Flash was pacing, practically making trails in the ground, âSpooky, he was gone for a week! Not only that but he was acting weird and we got a notification of a security breach. This might sound crazy, but I think it might be that worm thing he mentioned.â
âWorm thing?â Batman asked, sounding incredulous. Wally was wondering why he found that of all the things theyâve seen and heard unbelievable.
âYeah! He said one of his villains is this little worm that crawls into your ear and takes control your brain.â Flash said, one of his fingers doing a weird wiggling motion as if to resemble a worm.
âSo you think heâs being mind controlled?â Supes asked, sounding super concerned. Oh right, heâs here too. Heâd just gotten off monitor duty with Jâonn. At the moment, the Martian was in the kitchen getting some snacks.
âYes!â Flash exclaimed. âIt could explain why he up and disappeared.â
âFlash, for all we know, he couldâve been gone due to a family emergency or something along those lines.â Batman spoke.
âWell⌠just to be safeâŚ?â Supes started, sounding cautious as he trailed off and nodded to a nearby cabinet the three, or at least Clark and Bruce, knew housed bug spray.
That was how they ended up cornering Marvel in Fawcett, Superman restraining the man while Batman sprayed bug spray in his face and ears. Meanwhile Flash was standing to the side nervously, holding a jar in case a certain green worm actually crawls out of Marvelâs ear.
So yeah, today was not Billyâs day, let alone week. Also, it turned out that there was a magical creature that was causing the blizzards. He proceeded to promptly beat it up for all the trouble and embarrassment it inadvertently caused him.
Donât ask why I stopped formatting the dialogue the way I normally do for a couple seconds. I donât even know. Thatâs actually why I didnât post around eleven like I normally do. It was taking a while.
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