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carrdfan · 3 years ago

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Venom/Eddie Brock x Reader

summary : when it all started, you had promised Drake that you would do nothing but stay by his side. Yet as time went on and he showed his truth, by the time Dora tells you about her future plan to stop Drake, you debating about risking it all once you come face to face with the intruder.

main tags : enemies to lovers , headcanons , gender neutral reader

At first, you were nothing but ecstatic to the fact that you were able to work at the Life Foundation

It felt like a deserved achievement, and the fact that you started at a reluctantly young age meant that this could be just the first few steps to a successful life

You were nothing but respectful to everyone at work, particularly to Drake since you commonly work with him

Yet, the bright flower for this job was to slowly wither away unbeknownst to you

Over the following few months, Drake's behavior turned into something more cynical. Especially once the symbiotes found their way to the planet

The fact that he showed no remorse to people all because they were on the less fortunate side disturbed you greatly. Unsettlement increased by the passing day and you became entirely concerned with Drake's well-being

One day, you ran into Dora while both of you took the elevator to get into work. You were familiar with Dora so you spoke up to end the deafening silence

The conversation was going relatively normal until you two got onto the topic of Drake and his recent actions

"Hey Y/N, has Drake been acting.. Strange to you?"

You took a moment, you had your answer, but it was more of the worry of if Dora was trustworthy enough to receive your truth

"...Yes, ever since the symbiotes came into the frame he's always been strange." You soon turned back and made strict eye contact with Dora. "Why? Got something on your shoulder?"

Though your last comment was more silly then serious, still, you felt relief you weren't supposedly the only one concerned over Drake's actions

Dora took a breath, "I do." Your eyes widen to the serious response

"Dora, what are you planning to do?"

She looked hesitant to tell, as if she was a child nervously having to admit they did something wrong

"I want to expose Drake of what he's doing. You know, he's testing humans like they're pure animals ever since those aliens arrived. I think it's better if we put him down."

You were impressed, the fact Dora wanted to go to such lengths to end this villainous of a man made you happy.

But then again, these same lengths were also what struck fear in you. The last thing you wanted to hear was Dora getting caught and punished.

Before you could reply, the elevator stopped and you both had to separate your ways. Time was moving too fast at the worst of times.

"Just.. Take in what I said. I'm gonna try and find someone to help me out tonight."

With that, Dora excused herself and headed off on her way. Leaving you to process the warning before quickly stepping out yourself.

Time had passed but there was never a moment where you didn’t think about Dora’s words. Was she really going to risk it and try to take down Drake?

By the time you were heading home, it was late evening. You were just a few steps away out the door before hearing a familiar voice.

From afar you could see Dora, still in the building mere hours after she should've been home. She was waving goodbye to a security guard before excusing herself.

When she turned and noticed you, you walked up to her and whispered, "Dora, what the hell are you still doing here?"

"We don't have time, we need to leave before they—"

Suddenly sirens went off, alerting that there was an intruder as both of you covered your ears. The alarm added nothing but more questions, yet you had to act fast

You soon placed a hand on Dora's shoulder and guided her to the door

"You get out of here, I'll see what's going on."

"Y/N, I can't let you do that, if you get caught they'll—"

"I'll be fine Dora, unlike you, I have a passable alibi. You should've been home hours ago. Now get going! I'll call you later tonight."

Dora resisted for a moment before nodding her head and leaving. That only left you to go and investigate what happened

You decided to rush through the back ally, catching a glimpse of security guards trying to hop over a fence, hinting that the intruder had escaped.

Walking up to them, you quickly asked what the hell was going on. To which they replied explaining how someone came in and took one of the symbiotes.

You expressed how you wanted to help, so you got in the car with the guards and proceeded to drive out in the middle of the nearby forest, where the supposed intruder was last seen.

After a while of searching, nothing prevailed. You stared out into the distance before being called by the guards to get back in the car so they can retreat and inform Drake on what happened.

Shockingly, you declined the offer, explaining how you still had a gut feeling that the intruder was close. Having no other choice, the guard nodded and all proceeded to drive back to the building.

You watched as the cars left your vision before looking around the area one last time.

You raised your voice, yet still being cautious if any possible guards being close, "I have a feeling your here. I'm not gonna turn you in, I'm with Dora."

There was nothing for a moment, you almost gave up before hearing creaking as a small branch suddenly fall to the ground. You looked up to see the alleged intruder at the top of a tree.

The man seemed extremely troubled, and you couldn't even blame him. You ran next to the tree and took the next few minutes slowly helping the man down.

After some time, you both managed to get into your car and leave the building safely. Both of you were still puzzled by what went down

"Dora told me about her plan, though.. If I was informed a bit more, this would’ve been more correlated." You told the man to simply reassure that he can trust you. You really didn't have any idea how to handle the situation, but you trying to come off as if you did.

"I'm Y/N by the way. Also, I kinda need the address to your place to drop you off..."

The man was still quiet, but then again you told yourself it was you who was rushing the conversation. You accepted the silence politely.

"..Eddie. Eddie Brock."

You had heard of Eddie before on the news, but he looked a lot more.. disorganized in person.

"Well Eddie, it's nice to meet you."

Both of you got to Eddie's apartment as he proceeded to bust through the door while trying to call Dora.

Sadly, your time could only last for so long before suddenly getting a call yourself.

It was Drake.

You dropped into a panic as you slowly closed the door and ran down to the ground floor before answering the phone.

"Hello? Drake?"

"Y/N, where are you. Guards are saying you stayed out looking for the intruder."

You freaked out as you tried to think of a diverse lie that could also match the testimony with the other guards.

"Yeah, I stayed out for a few extra minutes but to no avail. I didn't find anyone and left the building, I was getting off anyways."

You looked at yourself while making this final decision. You were lying to someone you had told many times that you would do nothing but share the truth with. You made it clear to Drake with the actions that he could trust you, and now here you were, covering the enemy.

"Y/N, I just wanna make sure, but you aren't lying to me, are you?"

Now was your last chance to turn back to the thing you had built so much to achieve. You were either going to save your career or save a thief. Yet thinking back on the outcome Life Foundation was going to be in with Drake's sinister ways, you gathered yourself and managed to tell him.

"No. I didn't see anyone out there. The intruder unfortunately is loose and his whereabouts are unknown."

With that, you and Drake briefly talked before hanging up the phone.

You wanted to go back and check on Eddie, but you convinced yourself not to and see him another time.

Right now, you needed to remain undercover yourself. You are an ally with the villain after all.

#venom x reader #venom imagine #venom movie #venom #venom headcanon #eddie brock x reader #eddie brock #eddie brock imagine #eddie brock headcanon #gender neutral reader #marvel #marvel fanfic

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vocalyunho · 4 years ago

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pairing — hard dom! San x reader (f).

genre — smut

word count — 2.6k

warnings & tags — hard dom! San, reader is in a deep subspace, vulgar language, degradation, handjob, blowjob, choking, explicit unprotected sex, coming inside, daddy kink (briefly).

A/N — based on this post

“do you know what this does to my pride?”

San pulled the perfectly made -by you- tie, firstly loosening it up before throwing it on the armchair in the corner of the room, “it increases it”.

“Sannie please-”, you pulled the waistband of his pants pleadingly.

“Who would’ve thought a girl like you would want to get treated this way?”

He overlooked your action and continued by unbuttoning the black button up shirt he’s been wearing all evening “you know… it always surprises me how desperate you can get”, he took it off and threw it inside the laundry basket by the bathroom door.

Your gaze travelled to the nude chest but didn’t stay there as the v-cuts on his lower abdomen caught your eyes. You wetted your lips at the view of them, wanting nothing more right now, than to see where they led.

“eyes up”

his voice almost scared you and... up they were in an instant, staring at the perfectly made features on his face.

Next were his pants, the black tight jeans he had decided to wear at the dinner tonight. If the dress shirt made him look hot, the jeans made him look like he was on fire. He slid them down and discharged them the same way he did with the shirt. The dark outfit got broken by the white boxers he wore and, you can swear to any God, they’re the tiniest bit transparent.

“you act all cool and tough and when we’re left together, you just...look like this”.

His tone is degrading, but you can’t blame him for any of his words. Your clothes were off the moment you reached the house, everything except for your underwear. Your bra...you long for it to be gone and the mint coloured underwear you’ve been wearing, has already a dark stain in the middle, which San has long noticed and… if he keeps this attitude up, it’ll be drenched in only a couple of minutes.

“San pplease-”, you furrowed your eyebrows.

“-I’ve been thinking about this all evening, I even considered going to the bathroom to get off”, you sat on your heels on the bed -close to the edge of it-, where he stood, in an attempt to make him see how serious you were.

“get off to what?”, he taunted and a brow cocked when he spoke the last word.

“to the thought of you doing me”

“I see”

“to the thought of you doing me the way you like it...rough”, you continued fast and your furrowed eyebrows raised innocently as you looked up at his standing form. A hesitant hand went to his clothed member, hoping you could get him to give you what you want, but he was quick to grab your wrist and ward it off.

“...the way you like it”, he corrected.

Your hands fell, unsuccessfully, on your lap before you gently tangled your fingers together and rubbed your right thumb over your left. You didn’t respond. San brought his chin up, a cocky expression painting his features as he faced the wall like it deserved his attention more than you did.

“aren’t you ashamed?”

“o-of what?”, your expression proved worry.

“of being such a needy slut...”

If he brought his face down, all he’d see would be wide eyes and rosy cheeks, yet he didn’t. He was already aware of what he’d outface...he knew all your buttons one by one, after all and, right now, he pressed just the right ones and he was aware of it. Your heartbeat quickened.

“...asking for my cock the moment we stepped inside the house...aren’t you ashamed?”

“I am”

“yet you keep acting pathetic...”

“...and, if i may ask, why didn’t you just get off by yourself?”

This time he lowered his head, anticipating for a response that, hopefully, wouldn’t let his hardening erection...down.

“because...I wanted my Sannie to make me feel good, not my fingers”

He snickered at that, eyes trailing from yours to the valley between your breasts and up again before gripping your face with one hand. Your cheeks got trapped between his thumb and the rest of his fingers, as he squeezed them enough to sting a bit “and you think you deserve some dick because of that?”

You nodded, head moving as much as possible as he kept your face upwards and, with your peripheral view you could only slightly see his free hand going to an unknown direction.

With a sudden move, the hand on your cheeks slid to the loose ponytail your hair was already in and grasped it harshly. He pushed your head down, dropping it enough for you to see what he was up to. The calloused fingers were already stroking the length you’ve been thinking about all evening… the action was so slow, you’d swear you could see the thin skin shrivelling with each pump.

“you think you deserve that?”

“S-San pplease”, an expression similar to a crying one took over your features. You tried to commute the distance between you and it but he was, once again, quick to pull your hair and dispel you. Your face was up and facing him again in an instant, your strands hurt from the pulling but you liked it, you liked being treated this way.

“uh uh...what do you think you’re doing?”

“wanna s-suck you off...please”

“wanna suck off what?...”

“...this?”

The tip of his dick hit your chin and you gasped. He dropped your head forward and guided it as he made you feel every ridge of his cock on your face. He didn’t hesitate to pass the tip by your lips multiple times, just to see you trying to reach for it and missing. And even though you could, you didn’t dare to move your hands...you knew you weren’t allowed to use them.

“Sannie-”

“shut up”

“please-”

“on your fuckin’ knees”

He didn’t have to pull your hair for you to leave the bed and drop down on your knees, but he did it anyways. Laughing at how fast you were to obey, he made you face his cock, the familiar view of your pretty eyes looking at it like a prey, making that laugh disappear in a second.

At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to see your lips worshiping his tip, your tongue licking every inch of it but, especially, he needed to see that -perfectly applied- mascara running down your cheeks. And as both of you knew, what San wants, San gets… and tonight wasn’t going to be an exception.

He forced his cock inside your mouth at full force, reaching the back of your throat at once. The sudden gagging sound was so loud, neither of you expected it. You hadn’t even had the time to breathe properly before welcoming the angry length in your warmth and the tears that formed instantly, proved it. He stayed there, immobile and with an expression so strong, you’d be scared if you didn’t know him. You looked up at him with pleading eyes and a stuffed mouth that wanted nothing more than to be used, right now.

“such a cock slut”

Your brows furrowed from the motionlessness. If he didn’t move soon enough, you wouldn’t be able to keep up with his tip being so deep. You tried so hard not to wrap your lips roughly and suck the life out of him until...

“you wanted to suck it, fucking do it then”

His fingers left your hair fast and you were glad you were, finally, allowed to use those precious hands of yours. With the left one on his thigh and the right one on his base, you bobbed your head fast, pathetically wetting the length and occasionally grazing it with your teeth carefully. The small fingers pumped the part you didn’t fit in your mouth and the unnecessary moans vibrated him the best way possible. San groaned, dropping his head down and pushing his hips forward for you to have as easy access to him as possible. If anything, this scene looked much like a high quality pornographic video with the only difference being the fact that there were actual feelings between the actors, here.

You were on the peak of your show off, you really thought you’d have him coming in your mouth in seconds and didn’t notice San taking small steps towards you until your back was pressed against the wooden end of the bed. He trapped you and, knowing there was no way out from anything now, he pushed in again. The abrupt deep penetration had your hands lose all strength and fall on the floor on each side of your body. You looked up at him, witnessing the coffee brown eyes shining, as he withdrew and thrusted again, reaching the back of your throat easily.

Your eyes rolled back and the sound that left your throat was one you’ve never made before.

“are you taking it all like a good girl or a good slut? I have yet to decide”

He groaned and once the pace increased, your lips opened agape. The repeated penetration, reddened your eyes and tears started streaming down your cheeks non-stop, all of them having a strong black colour by the mascara you had decorated your eyelashes with, for the beautiful dinner. Who would’ve thought you’d turn out to have it all over your cheeks.

“so fucking pretty”, San grasped your hair again and thrusted mercilessly, each thrust producing more tears and more lewd sounds. Thick ropes of drool either wetted his length, making the sounds even dirtier, or fell from your chin to your naked thighs. You had no idea how you even breathed, let alone how you managed the gag reflex so fast… but you loved it, all of it actually...you wanted more, you wanted him to use you, you wanted him to see you as nothing but a way to give himself the pleasure he wanted...only because you knew you’d get double this pleasure back.

It wasn’t until he cursed and grunted loudly, that he finally pulled out...black lines of smudged mascara decorated your face and San got the chance to see it clearly once your head was thrown back on the bed. This view along with your heaving chest that tried its best to collect as much oxygen as possible, turned him on further, to say the least.

You were up and on the edge of the bed in zero time. Your legs hang off it and, though, you were nowhere near a good state, your mind ran to San’s cock that felt like heaven in your mouth and had to, finally, feel like heaven inside your cunt too.

“fuck me pplease”, you pleaded, voice rough and almost a whisper “use me like a toy, San”.

You spread your legs slowly, inviting him with your remaining strength and hoping he’d give you what you needed from the beginning.

San had never seen you like this, or better, to this extent… and only now, did he kind of realise what was hidden behind it. It was like a need. You’re so bold always, so vigorous and the type to be ‘looked up’ by others that you needed someone to belittle you for once. You needed someone to make you feel like a nothing, like they use you for their pleasure and throw you away after, and San was the only one who could be that someone because you’d only ever let him treat you like this.

He let his upper body fall on top of yours and nuzzled his face on the crook of your neck before moving upwards till his lips were against your ear “gonna fuck this pussy till you beg for me to stop”

The words along with the previous shenanigans had your mind spinning, that you didn’t even notice him pushing the mint coloured cotton of your panties to the side. Only when he disappeared inside you, did you come back to the current happenings.

“ohmygodd”, your back arched.

San grasped your side with one hand, fingers digging on the soft flesh. He didn’t hesitate to let every thrust go balls deep...very slow at first, rather teasingly than carefully.

“look at you-”, he bottomed out making you stretch your neck “feeling good, huh?”

“Sann-”, you whined.

Your cunt squeezed him tightly, but you didn’t do it on purpose.

“so fuckin tight- every ttime”, he gritted his teeth and withdrew before snapping his hips forward.

“-mygodd”

Your eyes rolled back and your lips stayed agape. You kept convulsing around him non stop and, as much as San wanted to tease the shit out of you, he couldn’t bear the feeling, either. He grunted and the peck on your lips that followed, went completely unnoticed by the sudden, yet sweet abuse of your hole. He started pounding into you, not leaving time for any preparation just like before when he used your mouth.

It was then, that you realised that all the previous teasing was worth it. No sound could leave you other than abrupt, quick gasps. You reached for his back and grabbed on it messily, probably leaving way too obvious marks. Your body moved to the rhythm of his thrusts, your hips collided with his every time he got buried to the hilt, producing a sex sound, almost delicious.

You longed for this penetration, longed for it so much that it felt like you sucked him in...or maybe you really did. The soft silk got all over your cunt and all over him, giving him the chance to slip in and out with little to zero effort.

“ohmyg-god yess”

Your eyes shut tightly, creating little wrinkles on your skin. Not only did the silent room get filled with the sound of your skin hitting on his but what made it all dirtier, were the gasps -now turned into high pitched moans- that only got louder and more frequent with each second.

San cursed under his breath and let his body move on its own. You couldn’t tell where you ended and where he started, your bodies were one now.

“fuckkohmygod”

A needy hand grasped the bedsheet. His tip found your sweet spot and teased it with every thrust. You cried out so loud that San twitched and that was the moment he raised his body. He grabbed both your sides now and, unlike before, he pressed you down on him as he rolled his hips in just the right rhythm.

“ffuck i’m gonna come-”, San warned in a disapproving way but you didn’t care as long as it was inside you.

Your lower part had gone numb except for the place between your legs… this, felt like all senses had gathered on it on purpose, just to feel it all more intensely. And you did feel it all more intensely until San grunted loudly and his brows furrowed… and the next moment, he was fucking his cum inside your fluttering hole, with the dirtiest sounds coming out of his pretty lips.

Your thoughts were messy but the mere one of how raw all of this was along with the repeated hit of your sweet spot, were enough to get you to the edge. You came with loud cries and angry nails digging on the bed sheet. San’s hands on your sides were enough to keep you as immobile as possible.

His head had dropped to see the shiny white of your cums decorating his cock, though he didn’t stop. Your body jolted from the overstimulation and only when he suddenly pulled out, you got to breathe properly after a long time… until a hard slap landed on your clit and your entire body froze completely.

“SAN”

The wide eyes got accompanied by a rough hand that got wrapped around your throat and brought your entire body up, sitting it on the bed. You looked at him lifelessly, yet as fucked out as never before. San bent forwards to come face to face with you “it’s daddy from now on”, the hold on your throat tightened as a knee pressed against your core.

#i meant for this to be max 1k words but...#san smut #ateez smut #san x reader #ateez x reader #kpop smut #kpop scenarios

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tomurasprincess · 4 years ago

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Is #37 still available for Katsuki Bakugou on the prompt list, if yes may I request for that. Thanks.

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader Quote: It’s your word over mine. Who do you think they’re going to believe? Warnings: noncon, degradation, forced orgasm, office sex, victim blaming, blackmail, yandere

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You glance at the clock and mentally sigh to yourself at the time. You’re having to stay late at the office yet again because of the incompetence of your boss. You love working at Endeavor Hero Agency, you really do. It was very prestigious and well respected, and it would serve you well to continue to make connections in the hero world.

But your boss, even with using the most generous terms possible, could only be described as lazy and entitled. He hated doing his own paperwork and filing, and would in fact make up excuses for why he couldn’t. Excuses that usually led to everything being dumped on your lap.

You head back into the file room with your cup of coffee, mentally preparing yourself for a long and boring night stuck in the office, when you hear the door click back open. You feel a slight edge of anxiety, as nobody else should really be here at this hour.

“Well then, what do we have here?” You hear a deep chuckle and loud footsteps as someone walks to your section of the file room. “A cute little secretary staying late?”

You turn around, only to freeze when you see that the source of the voice is pro hero Katsuki Bakugou. You have heard stories about him, about his temper and potential for being mean to others. You’ve even met him a few times, but it was only quick, chance meetings in the office. Still long enough for you to believe the stories you heard about him.

He has a known temper, and you really want to get out of this room without making him mad. You try to subtly look around the room for an escape route, but he instantly notices.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to fucking leave already? After I just got here?” He smirks when he notices the fear in your face and sees you backing away from him. His smirk only grows wider when you reach the end of the room, back to a file cabinet. He strides forward, placing a hand on each side of your head as he leans in.

“I - I really need to get to work” you stammer, “I have a lot that I need to get taken care of before I go home.”

He pins you to the wall with his hips, grinding a noticeably hard bulge against your pelvis. “And I think I have something that needs taken care of, you little slut.”

You suck in a sharp breath of air, not able to comprehend where this is coming from. “I’m not a slut, I’m just here to work!”

“If you’re not a slut, then why are you wearing this?” He slides a hand up your thigh, past your skirt and up to your panties. He dips a finger underneath the elastic, pulling it towards him until he lets go and it snaps back against your skin. “Wearing this skirt makes it look like you’re asking someone to bend you over and fuck you raw, right against this cabinet. Would you like that, princess?”

“Please no, I wouldn’t like that, I just want to go home,” you whimper in fear. “Just let me go. I promise I won’t tell anyone about this.”

“Wouldn’t matter if you did tell someone,” he snorts. “It’s your word over mine. Who do you think they’re going to believe? The fucking slutty secretary in the office begging to be pounded like a whore, or a top pro-hero?”

Your eyes widen in fear as a tear runs down your face. He’s right, and you know he’s right. No one would ever believe you over Bakugou, despite his sometimes less than savory reputation. “But why would you do that? You’re a hero.” You realize as soon as the words leave your mouth how naive they are.

He knows it too as he rolls his eyes at you. “Don’t play the innocent act, princess. I’ve seen you checking me out during the day, staring at my body like you want to rip my clothes off and ride me.” He flips your skirt up around your waist, sliding your panties down before picking them up. He takes them to his nose, sniffing deeply of the smell of your arousal. He lets out an arrogant laugh, showing you the clearly visible wet spot before taking the panties up to his nose and sniffing the smell of your arousal. “You fucking want this, you little slut. Bet you’ve been dying for me to be balls deep inside that tight little cunt of yours.”

He grabs your hips as he flips you around, forcing you back onto the file cabinet with your ass sticking out towards him. You hear the rustling of clothes before feeling the hot, hard length of him pressing against your entrance.

Reality hits you in a sudden wave. He’s going to do this. He’s really going to fuck you against these cabinets. You try to struggle, to push away from him, but you’re quickly discouraged from that notion when a large hand comes down hard on your ass.

“You’re going to take my cock like a good little slut, do you hear me?” When you don’t immediately answer, he lets out an angry snarl before smacking your ass again. This time, it burns even more, and you think you hear the distinct sound of him activating his quirk to make the pain even sharper. “Yes! I hear you, please don’t hurt me.”

“Just do what I ask and I won’t have to,” he grabs your hair as he forces your back to arch, leaning in to bite deeply into your neck. You think you feel his teeth pierce your skin, a fact which is confirmed when a few droplets of blood run down your throat. “Well, not much anyway,” he gives a sinister chuckle. “And I’ll make you feel good too, I promise.”

And with that, he begins to push inside of you. You figured you would be completely dry from his treatment of you, but instead you feel your juices leaking down on his cock to make it easier for him. “Can’t even act like you don’t want my cock, this little cunt is so fucking sloppy for me.”

He enters you slowly at first, before losing his restraint and thrusting all the way up to your cervix. You let out a choked cry as your tight muscles stretch around him, feeling every single inch deep inside of you. He barely waits for you to adjust, pounding into your pussy roughly with every thrust.

The wet sounds of your bodies joining fill the room, his balls slapping against your already throbbing clit, and you can’t stop a needy moan from leaving your mouth. Your pussy clenches down around him, and you hear him grunt at the sensation. “Fuckin knew it, you’re loving this, dirty little slut.”

He reaches around to find your clit, stroking it with quick, tight circles. The pleasure is building in you, causing your lower stomach to tighten up. Every movement is forcing you against the cabinet, causing your nipples to rub against the cold metal and only increasing the blur of sensations that are making you feel dizzy.

“Cum around this cock, slut, I wanna feel that tight cunt clamping down on me. Do it, cum for me.” You let out a choked whine as you struggle to disobey his command, not wanting to cum for the man ravaging your pussy. But it seems you will have no choice in this, either, because you feel the pressure building up inside of you, ready to burst. And when he changes his angle slightly, slamming into a particular spot inside, you let out a mewl as your walls pulse around his cock, orgasm hitting you hard.

“Such a good fuckin whore, shit, you got even tighter, holy fuck,” he groans deeply. “Gonna fill this pretty little cunt up with my cum.”

You begin to panic, pleas falling from your lips in sheer desperation. “Oh god, no, please not inside.”

He grunts as his pace stutters inside of you, gripping your hips to keep you from pulling away as he forces his cock all the way up to your cervix when he begins to cum. You feel his cock beginning to twitch, thick ropes of hot cum coating your inner walls white. You lean your heated forehead against the cold file cabinet as you let out a soft sob.

He waits until he’s fully emptied his balls inside of you before pulling out of your abused, sore cunt. You glance down at yourself, watching your combined fluids drip down onto the floor below you. You can’t even bring yourself to look at Bakugou, but he isn't having it. He grabs your chin as he forces you to look into his eyes.

“Here’s how this is going to work. From here on out, you fucking belong to me. You’re not going to tell anyone what happened, and you’re going to continue to stay late so I can use all of your holes as I fucking please. We clear?”

A few stray tears run down your face as you ask the question you know is going to be useless. “What if I say no?”

“You’re not going to say no, because I can make your life a living hell. Do you want that?”

You shake your head mutely.

“Then you understand me?”

You nod, not trusting your voice at the moment.

“Good. Then I’ll see you here tomorrow, same place, same time. I can’t fucking wait, princess.”

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chaoticneutralwriter · 4 years ago

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GD!Jimin Extras: Golden Hour

As they say, taking a picture lasts longer.

guardian demon!jimin x reader

genre: supernatural, fluff, romance, angst, slow-burn

word count: 2.2k

related works: see Masterlist under guardian demon!jimin au

A snapshot of the days before The Storm

A/N: Shout out to @azulamakesmeblank because this was partially inspired by this ask! As promised, a fluff chapter before the literal shit storm that’s about to take place in the story (butisitreallywhenyoureadthelastlineofthispromptwhat:’)) I hope you enjoy it! it’s kinda half edited dkfhgha I love you guys as always for your support and patience for this story! 💖💖💖💖

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You arrive at the front door a little too breathlessly in your haste. It should be embarrassing but blaming your increased pulse on your lack of fitness has your mind and, ironically, your heart resting easier than having to think that you're actually half-nervous and half-excited to see Jimin again.

Even though you literally saw him just yesterday.

You really need to pull yourself together better; you'd rather not have a repeat of pouring tomato sauce all over the counter because your hands got too shaky from Jimin watching you cook dinner (and after you insisted on him not needing to do anything too!)

You take in a fortifying breath, appearing to be squaring up to take the final stand in saving the world instead of simply seeing your boyfriend for what's essentially a stay-in dinner date. You punch in the pass code to the lock pad with practised ease, almost not giving enough time for the beep to chime as you push the door open.

“Jimin?” You call out in greeting once you toe off your shoes and slip on your pair of house slippers. Your eyes scan over the vast living room, spotting the head of raven locks peeking out from the end of the couch. Stepping closer, a smile sneaks its way onto your lips when you realize that he's most likely resting, given his lack of response. Quietly, you step into the kitchen area to set down your bags of grocery on the counter before you make your way to peer over the back of the seat. You're instantly smitten at what you see.

The sun is beginning to make its descent below the horizon, dying the clouds in an ombre of fiery oranges, pinks and reds against the remnants of soft pale blue sky. Thanks to the generous amount of window space the penthouse has, the golden glow easily washes over the interior of the living room and bathes everything with its light; Jimin being no exception.

It cascades over his skin like honey, high-lighting the bridge of his nose, the tops of his cheeks, and the shape of his cupid's bow. It makes his long lashes stand out so delicately and the equally dark strands of hair that falls gently over his forehead. Your fingers itch to sweep them away yet at the same time, you don't dare risk disturbing this sleeping beauty.

So unconsciously, you silently settle yourself on the top of the couch, resting your elbows on the cushion with your head propped up in your hand.

He looks so completely relaxed, one arm tucked behind his head, the other draped over his stomach. The sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbow, forearms toned and the first few buttons undone to expose a teasing view of his collarbones while black slacks hug his thighs perfectly (as per usual). If someone were to take a picture of him right now and slap on some big fashion name on it, you're pretty sure anyone who would see it would believe it to be a legit advertisement or a cover of a magazine.

Now that the thought has crossed your mind, temptation begins to rear its head. From the beginning, it's a no brainer what you imagine one would do given the opportunity of having a guardian demon that looks like the carbon copy of your favourite idol; do whatever you can to prevent said demon from stepping out into the world and risk slandering the actual person they're parading around as, or indulge in your wildest fantasies now that you have the means.

It's....a rather unique position to be in, with a plethora of mixed feelings to say the least.

After the initial shock of it wore off (which was really just taking three business day to process it all), you've come to the conclusion that this whole thing was, more than anything, weird. Some people might be able to turn a blind eye and though you're grateful that he had decided to look like Park Jimin from BTS, no matter how good of a disguise it was, it still doesn't change the fact that it's not Jimin.

You were grateful, but it made you a little resentful towards him.

With such a stark contrast, it's as if all of the good things you associated with that face had been sullied for something colder and unfeeling. You hated that he had chosen to use someone like Park Jimin – the perfect example of a good human being – to mask his much more sinister nature. You were sure it was part of some sick joke, and it felt...wrong.

Like you've lost part of a safe space in your world to the uglier side of the universe.

So in an attempt to preserve Jimin's good name in your heart, you were adamant in keeping your guardian demon at arms' length, hence why doing something as simple as taking a picture with him was out of the question. Not only would it not be in good faith, you can't begin to imagine what would happen if it got out to the world somehow.

And you succeeded....in the most unexpected way possible.

Maybe it was the deep rooted connection you had for Jimin, but there was always, without a doubt, a part of you that was soft to him. At first it had irked you, however over time, you realized it allowed for you to see another part of him that you wouldn't have otherwise. It made you open up to the idea that....he's not as bad as he seems.

You were afraid of losing a piece to your safe space when really, you ended up gaining an entirely new one instead, one that had become just as important.

So maybe that's why, as the longer you stared at Jimin (who's not Jimin but that doesn't mean he's worth anything less), the more you wanted to preserve this memory of him to keep for yourself. It's selfish you know, but things have changed, you've changed, and this is too good of a chance to pass up.

Your phone is out, hands steady as you pull up the camera and you want to laugh at how the image on your screen does no justice in capturing just how ethereal the sight before you is (of course it doesn't, should you really be surprised?) That doesn't stop your finger from tapping the snap button, because as they say, taking a picture lasts longer. The shot is satisfactory enough, getting him at an angle that show him from the waist up. You wonder if you can get another one, this time a little wider....

Well, you'll never know if you'd ever get the shot because your guardian demon chooses to wake up at that moment, locking piercing eyes with you through the phone. You immediately freeze.

There's a pause on his end before you see him pinpoint exactly what is going and a sly smirk tugs imperceptibly at the corner of his lips. “Cherub....” He greets, the low drawl sultry and irises pools of rich melted chocolate.

You gulp, straightening up while trying to inconspicuously put away your phone, a sheepish grin stretching across your face. “Rest well....?”

Jimin pretends to hum in deep thought, shifting so that he's facing more comfortably towards you. “For a good while yes....until my demon senses started tingling, telling me I was being watched. Should I be mildly concerned that you like watching me sleep?”

You scoff, “I don't always watch you sleep.”

“And you totally weren't snapping stalker photos of me.”

Your jaw drops, affronted but you don't go on to deny the claim. “Hey, calling them stalker photos is a stretch. And I'm just saying this because this was the only time I've ever – oof!”

Without warning, his hand had shot out to grab a hold of one of your wrist hanging over the back and with a strong tug, you fall face first onto his chest, an arm encircling you to keep you in place.

“Whatever you wanna call it, doesn't change that I'm still going to charge you for them.” You hear him playfully chastise above you. When you tilt your head up, you see him quirk an eyebrow at you expectantly. You blink, then roll your eyes, pretending to be inconvenienced by his stinginess, as if you're not ready to give him everything if he so much as breathes a word of it.

“Alright, what do you want?”

Jimin doesn't say anything in response, simply staring at you with those bottomless eyes, a smoulder simmering beneath their surface that it has you drowning in their depths. He watches you, unperturbed by your squirming (actually amuses in it) before you practically hear him purr, “What do you think I want?”

Your heart easily skips a beat (or more) and you're sure he can feel it beating frantically from your chest to his. While you're internally combusting, Jimin remains the picture definition of smug, free arm still propped behind his head the same time the other is wrapped around your waist, your face heating at the way you feel his thumb stroke at the strip of warm skin peeking out thanks to your shirt riding up a bit in the tumble.

He's actually infuriating, you think. Why's he gotta be so damn good at what he does?! You don't think he's even trying. Ugh, get it together, this is nothing new so it's not even a big deal! You can be cool about it too!

Giving yourself a chaotic pep talk apparently is what helps you find the courage to scooch up until you're able to land a chaste peck on the centre of his lips. Before you can fully withdraw, you already see the unimpressed look Jimin is shooting your way.

“I know you can do better than that.”

You puff, chewing on your lower lip into a pout; the deadpan in his voice makes you grumble at being called out, your neck and the tips of your ears burning now. Seeing you so flustered though, Jimin couldn't help but be endeared, then finally decide to ease up on the teasing he's been relentlessly subjecting you to. Slowly, he lowers the arm behind his head to gently take a hold on your chin, bringing your attention back to the adoring smile softening his features.

“Pretty cherub,” He coaxes, “Won't you give a little sweet treat for me?”

It takes everything in you to suppress the small whimper that wanted to jump out from the base of your throat at hearing those words. Whether it's teasing, cocky Jimin or loving, doting Jimin, you really aren't built to handle any of them at all, seemingly defaulting to a blushing mess no matter how hard you try be unfazed. Which is why after a moment of resigning to your fate, accepting that there was no point resisting when your heart and body have already betrayed you, do you close your eyes and give in wholeheartedly.

He welcomes you, carefully lets you mould your lips to his for a proper kiss and you helplessly melt against him. You don't think you can ever get used to the feeling but it's like Jimin doesn't mind one bit, pace unhurried to savour every press like it’s your first. Your mind becomes muddled the longer it goes on, and when you feel the swipe of his tongue, you're nearly gone. But as tempting as it is, you can't get too carried away here – you still have dinner to cook!

You allow yourself a few tantalizing licks before you part with great reluctance. Through hazy eyes you meet Jimin's, the little breath you have hitching from the sight of his swollen, moistened lips and dark brown irises now glowing a muted maroon, on the verge of igniting into full blown desire.

“Can't have you spoiling dinner so early.” You say, then embarrassingly avert your gaze at how your voice comes out raspy and thick.

You miss the way the corner of Jimin's mouth twitch, but catch the mischievous glint that's no doubt from mentioning the word 'dinner'. You put on your best scolding face, smacking his chest lightly in reprimand.

“No.”

“I didn't even say anything.” His incredulous retort is drowned out by the laugh he lets out with it, the sound has you struggling to maintain your 'serious' front.

“You were thinking it.”

“Are you sure it's not you projecting your own thoughts onto me?”

You humphed, about to turn away and get off your personal body pillow but Jimin's hold remains steadfast. He sneaks a quick kiss to your forehead once you settle back down again as a means to placate you, chuckling softly, “Okay, okay, I'll behave.”

You giggle lightly, cheeks pressed into his collarbone as you give an approving hum, cuddling even closer to his person and you both lapse into a comfortable silence, breaths in sync. Outside, the final rays of the setting sun disappears below the city's horizon, taking the warmth of the day along with it.

But you find no lack in that when you're lying here in his embrace, because whereas the sun comes and goes, yours remains unwavering.

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sasarahsunshine · 3 years ago

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Vampire Omega Reid gets pregnant by another Vampire {it was a drunken one night stand} and his pack are very protective of him. He has a big belly during his bat form and Hotch let's him sleep in his mug since he couldn't fit in a cup due to his big belly.

I am seeing a common theme with some of my asks recently, and that's that we all love the idea of a pregnant Spencer <3

Didn't mean for this to turn into a whole freaking blurb but here we go! Standard 18+ just in case. Hotchreid cause I can. TW: Mpreg, depression, anxiety, A/B/O adjacent Vampire stuff. Enjoy!

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Spencer Reid should know better. Spencer Reid- Doctor Spencer Reid- is smart enough (a literal genius) to know better. Condoms break. One-night stands end without numbers exchanged or real names learned. He should have known better.

He didn't mean for this. He didn't want this.

He doesn't even know who the father is. No name, no number, nothing but blurry barely-there memories of a handsome Alpha who charmed him into his bed. Fuck.

He debates on getting rid of it: the fetus, the bundle of cells that don't even have a heartbeat yet. But when he's sitting on the dingy motel room bed, the hard mattress under his crossed legs as he stares at the positive pregnancy test he's been carrying in his bag for the past week, he realizes he can't do that. Not because he's scared (he's not scared, he's a freaking FBI agent! He's not scared, no sir), but because... well maybe he's a little scared.

And these feelings of indecision, of fear, shame, embarrassment, depression- they keep cropping up as the weeks pass by. He cries himself to sleep most nights, clutching his pillow to his chest, hiding his face in the blankets, and wondering how did this happen?

It's when he's about three months along (12 weeks, his mind supplies) that someone else seems to finally notice. Not that he wasn't acting totally weird and out-of-the-ordinary for himself anyways, getting cornered by everyone at least once as they drilled him.

"What's wrong, Spence?"

"Hey, Pretty Boy, what's on your mind?"

"Reid, if there's anything going on you know you can tell me."

"Hey kiddo, we're all a little worried about you."

"My baby genius, you're not doing the talking thing. What's wrong?"

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

He managed to avoid them until now, though he wasn't sure why he was avoiding them. It wasn't like he could keep his pregnancy a secret forever. Because, logically, they would have noticed the serious drop in caffeine intake, the increased hunger, nausea, and finally, the eventual weight gain. It didn't take a genius to put two-and-two together.

It was about time when the whole team (sans Garcia) managed to corner him on the jet. He had almost nodded off, his chin resting in his hand, eyes slipping closed as the rumble of the engines lulled him to sleep, when the couch dipped and shifted beside him. He peeked open his eyes to see a very concerned-looking JJ. Right behind her were Derek and Emily, the two of them standing in such a way that blocked him in. No escape.

He swallowed the lump forming in his throat.

"Spence," JJ started, her eyes filled to the brim with sympathy and concern, shimmering in the low light of the cabin. Her hand reached out and took his, squeezing it, "Please tell us what's going on."

And the damn floodgates opened.

Stupid hormones.

Spencer's shoulders trembled, his lower lip quivering as he tried to rein in his emotions to no avail. Tears slipped from his eyes as he looked between his team members. He could hear Rossi and Hotch approaching, the two older Alphas making sure to keep enough distance as to not frighten the already spooked and emotional Omega (which Spencer was grateful for, even though the sudden urge to be held by a certain Alpha was overwhelming).

JJ leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. Her instincts were on high alert, fingers carding through his hair in a calming manner, a rumble escaping her chest to ease him. And he just sobbed, burying his face into the crook of her neck.

Honestly, the first clue should have been how he had pulled away from everyone. Omega Vampires need to feed from Alphas to get the nutrients they need (especially when pregnant), so when Spencer stopped going to Hotch and Derek for his regular feedings, they should have known.

Maybe they did.

He just didn't want them to scent the change in his hormones. The Alphas would have known right away if they got close enough.

He could feel Hotch's eyes on him from across the aisle. And he knew that there would be a lot of explaining to do.

But telling his boss, "I slept with another Alpha that I met at the bar because he looked like you, and now I'm pregnant," wasn't exactly something he looked forward to.

Thankfully, Spencer never had to explain himself. Nobody pushed. Everyone gave him his space to speak as much, or as little, as he needed to on the matter. Derek did offer to find the Alpha who knocked him up ("I just want to talk to him, Pretty Boy."), but Spencer just shook his head.

And as the weeks stretched on, his pregnancy becoming more and more noticeable by the day, he was finding himself feeling... odd. Still ashamed, still upset that it happened at all. But also kind of excited.

Garcia was obsessively flittering about him every chance she got. She bought way too many baby items, not that Spencer could really complain. He had no idea what he needed, so it was kind of nice to have someone dragging him around the fancy baby boutiques and getting all the high-end items he could possibly need. "Nothing but the best for the tiny genius you have in there!" She would say as she motioned to his growing stomach.

In his eighth month, it was sometimes easier to just be a bat. Especially because nothing was comfortable. Everything ached from his feet and ankles to his back and shoulders. Clothes were ridiculous. And eating was a nightmare because only one person seemed to not make him nauseous- and that person was off-limits.

So that's how he somehow found himself in Hotch's office, curled up in a mug, a tiny blanket (courtesy of Garcia) covering him as he slept for the millionth time that day. Gosh, he was always tired.

Hotch would pause his work every few minutes to check on Reid. He had noticed how the young Omega had attached himself to him, how could he not? And the Alpha wanted nothing more than to protect him, cherish him, and take care of him. He just wasn't quite sure how to bring it up. Especially when the Omega was overly emotional with everything going on.

He tapped his pen on the paper a couple of times, watching the rise and fall of the little blanket (more like a cloth) that covered the mug. Spencer had been getting sick when trying to feed from Derek, but seemed fine with Hotch's blood, he noticed. He wondered if there was a psychological reason behind that, or if it was chemical.

When the little bat stirred, sticking his head out from under the blanket with a cute yawn, Hotch smiled. He bit into the pad of his own thumb, offering it to the tiny Spencer (who looked ridiculous being this pregnant, rounder than a beach ball Emily had said).

Spencer didn't hesitate in his sleepy state, climbing out and attaching himself to Hotch's thumb, feeding from the pin-prick bite that marred the skin. He was so cute.

Hotch smiled to himself, resting his chin on his opposite fist, watching as Spencer slowly came to himself. The next few months were going to be interesting, he realized. Once Spencer had his pup, the team would be rather overbearing (not that they weren't already). And Hotch wondered then if Spencer would ever let him get close enough to help raise the baby. Because as he watched Spencer shake out of his sleepy mind, stretching a little before moving to the edge of the desk and shifting back to his human form, he realized he wanted to be with this Omega in a way that wasn't appropriate for him as his boss.

And when Reid leaned against the desk, a soft smile on his face as he murmured, "thank you," for allowing him to nap there, Hotch felt a pull at his heart.

Now wasn't a good time to bring this up, he told himself. But soon.

"You're welcome, Spencer."

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Tagging some people who might like this! @tobias-hankel @sparklinspence @goobzoop @thaddeusly @merpancake

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etherrealoblivion · 4 years ago

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Someplace We Aren't Supposed To

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer and Y/N have a relatively new relationship. Wanting to explore some more kinks, the prospect of the bathroom on the jet is far too enticing to pass up.

tags: smut, jet sex, hair pulling, exhibitionism kink, daddy kink, Dom!Spencer

A/N: i binge wrote this for this request. enjoy!

RATING: EXPLICIT

Words: 2,115

MASTERLIST

Everyone on the jet was fast asleep. Everyone except you and Spencer Reid.

Your boyfriend was quietly muttering to himself and flipping through a very thick book entitled, Match Wits With Mensa. He’d been reading it and rereading it a lot lately. When you’d asked him about it, he’d gone into a rant about how one needs to keep their brain alert and to do that, one needs to challenge oneself.

By your count, he was on his… sixth? seventh? reread of the book, eyebrows drawn together tightly and silently arguing with whatever he was reading.

“....well, how the heck do you expect to gain knowledge of the correct pattern? You can’t!” he muttered, a little louder than anything else you’d managed to hear. Every now and then he’d scoff and say, “Well, that’s just not right.”

Dating Spencer Reid was… interesting. In many, many ways. One of the most prominent being the pleasant surprise as to how he behaved in bed.

You weren’t sure exactly what you’d been expecting, but it sure as hell wasn’t what you’d got.

Spencer was, in the best possible way, dominant as fuck. When you’d first had sex, you were shocked to find he had much more fun being on top and pinning you down than the reverse of that.

But, other than him being a little commanding usually, your sex life was rather normal. Could having sex four times be considered a sex life? Sure it could, because even though you hadn’t done it all that much, each time was more amazing than the last.

Although… something had been rattling around your head since the last time you’d done it. After you’d both finished, he’d turned to you and said, “Maybe next time we can try something new?”

“Oh? Like what?” you asked enthusiastically.

“Um. I was maybe thinking… doing it someplace we aren’t supposed to?”

“Uhhh. I’m not sure if I’m ready for that, Spencer. My ass is sore enough already.”

“No!” he’d yelped, realizing how what he’d said sounded. “No, no, no. I meant more like… a physical place that’s more exciting? I don’t know, it’s weird.”

You’d been so delighted at him sharing his slightly kinker side, even more so at the prospect of actually exploring it.

“Okay! I think I’d really like to try that! Maybe next time we have time off, we can find somewhere we’d both be comfortable?”

“Wait, really?” his face went blank and you’d felt his spent cock perk up slightly.

“Yes,” you chuckled. “Maybe this weekend? If we don’t get a case, of course.”

And then the stupid phone had rung, pulling you from domestic bliss for three whole weeks to downtown Atlanta.

Now, though, you were safely on the plane home, excited to finally be able to relax. But still, an intrusive thought was wiggling around in your head and the more you tried to ignore it, the louder it got.

After several minutes, you set your own book down and looked at your oblivious boyfriend.

“Hey, Spencer?”

“Hmm?” he hummed back from behind his book.

“I was thinking about something we talked about a while back….”

“Mmhmm.”

You smiled, excited to see what his reaction to your proposal would be.

“And I figured we’re in a plane, yeah?”

“Mmhmm,” he muttered, flipping a page.

“And I’ve racked my brain this whole ride so far, trying to come up with a place more exciting than an airplane bathroom.”

“Huh?” he set his book down, head tilting ever so slightly to the right as it did when he was confused. Then, his whole face dropped, realization dawning on him and you had to suppress a chortle.

“Oh…. You mean....? Are you suggesting that we… um…”

Holding your hands up defensively, you smirked and slowly stood up.

“I’m not suggesting anything. In fact, now that everyone’s asleep,” you said with a pointed look around the plane, “I think I’ll use the bathroom. See you soon.”

And you walked away, making sure to sway your hips a little more prominently, and stepping into the tiny airplane bathroom.

There was a very big possibility that Spencer wouldn’t follow you. He wasn’t exactly the type to hook up in an airplane bathroom. Although, he was the one who’s brought up getting a little riskier in the first place.

The door slid open suddenly and Spencer was inside, quickly locking the door behind him and turning around.

He opened his mouth, no doubt to spout off facts about the numbers of injuries and risks involved in what you were about to do, but your lips were on his before he got a chance to share any of them.

Moaning quietly at the feeling, you ripped off his shirt as he quickly pulled yours over your head along with your bra.

“God,” he gasped, hands instantly grabbing your chest, massaging your breasts lightly as you continued to kiss.

Slipping a hand down his pants, you muttered against his mouth, “I need you, Spencer,” as your hand coiled around his cock.

He was already so hard. Presumably just from the anticipation of this.

Filling your voice with all the love you could manage, you groaned into his ear, “Fuck me!”

With that command, he spun you around, one hand flying to your hair and shoving you down so you were bent over the tiny sink. He shoved up your skirt and yanked your panties down in one fluid motion with the other hand.

You could hear him unbuckling his belt and he leaned in to whisper in your ear, the hairs on the back of your neck pricking up at the feeling.

“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you. Look at you…. Bent over like the cheap little whore that you are. Begging for me to give you what you so desperately want. I bet you like how I’m holding you down, taking control. Tell me, how bad do you want this, huh?”

He pressed the head of his cock against your entrance and you fluttered at the pressure. You needed him bad.

“So, so bad! Spencer!! Pleeeaassee!” you whimpered softly, forehead pressing against the hard plastic of the counter.

With a sharp tug of your hair, he lifted your head so you could see how you looked: makeup smeared, mouth hanging open, and utterly and completely wrecked. What really took the cake was the sight of Spencer holding you down, one hand in your hair and the other on your waist, arching your back.

Sometimes, especially in the heat of the moment, you would forget how young he was.

“Then take it, little girl,” and he shoved into you in one smooth thrust, a sharp gasp leaving your lips before you could suppress it.

His hand snaked around your mouth and held it shut as he slowly pulled back out and filled you again.

“Shhhh,” he chided, increasing the intensity of his thrusts. “You don’t want everyone to hear you, do you?”

You moaned around his hand as he continued to pound into you.

“Oh? Maybe you do?” he leaned forward again, briefly biting your ear before whispering: “Maybe you want to wake up everyone on the plane so that they know how you liked to get fucked. So that they know who you belong to.”

“Mmm,” you moaned, attempting to show him how much you were enjoying this.

He quickly withdrew his hand and you bit your lip in fear of making too much noise. While the idea of everyone knowing what was happening was hot, it wasn’t something you wanted to tempt.

“What’s that?” Spencer grunted, yanking your hair harder and harder with each shove into you. “Say it, little girl. Say who owns you.”

“You! Fuck! You, Spencer!”

“Say it,” he commanded, teeth biting down on your shoulder harshly. “Say my fucking name.”

You could feel the heat rising in the pit of your stomach as he gained speed and depth, getting rougher and rougher with you, practically yanking you back onto him regularly.

“Spencer! Fuck! Spencer!”

Uh oh.

That was definitely louder than you thought it was. You reeeeally hoped these walls were somewhat soundproof.

Spencer, however, was losing composure, a sight you loved to see in the mirror. His mouth was dropped open, forming a tight ‘O’ shape, his eyes were shut tightly and his eyebrows so furrowed. He’d taken off his glasses. When did he do that?

You could tell he was close. He always started to ramble the closer he got to coming. But you weren’t worried, you were right there with him.

“You fucking love taking my cock like a little slut. I can feel your goddamn cunt fluttering around my fucking dick. You like this? You like watching me as I fuck into you from behind in a cheap fucking bathroom? You wanna watch me come inside you, fill up your little hole? Fuck! You’re such a good little slut for Daddy.”

At that last word, your eyes snapped shut and you felt the familiar burst of flames licking their way up your body as you came apart underneath him, forced to watch yourself the whole time.

Spencer’s thrust quickly became erratic at the sensation of you coming around him and with a few more thrusts you felt him fill you up completely, staying firmly inside for a few minutes.

When he finally pulled out, one of his hands stayed on your hip to hold you still so he could watch his come slowly slide out of you and down your thighs. Intrigued, he swiped a finger over your sore hole and played with the juices there, gently rubbing them into your skin.

“You okay?”

His voice was so soft, so tender. So… Spencer.

“Yeah!” you gasped, standing up very carefully and pulling up your panties, hoping the plane would land soon. “Very, very much yes.”

You smiled warmly at him and he returned it, redressing himself and slipping his glasses back on his nose.

“I’m sorry about the, uh… Well… I don’t really know where that came from…”

“The, um… the thing you called yourself at the end?”

He blushed, a strange circumstance due to what you’d just done.

“Yeah. That.”

“Spencer,” you pulled his face up to meet yours quickly. A worried expression was on his face that you needed to rectify quickly. “I don’t mind that. Actually… I’m very curious to explore that. If you want?”

His face lit up and somehow, that was more pleasurable than the orgasm he’d just given you.

“Really?”

“Yeah! Yeah, I think that could be fun! There’s lots of stuff I’m excited to try with you.”

“Me too.”

The two of you held each other for a bit longer before Spencer left the bathroom, you staying behind just in case someone had woken up.

You exited moments later after adjusting your hair and makeup so you looked presentable enough and sat down across from your boyfriend, a pleased expression on your face.

Spencer, however, was a shade of bright red.

“You okay?” you asked softly, taking his hand across the table.

He shook his head and, avoiding eye-contact, jerked it towards the other end of the plane.

You swiveled around and your stomach dropped.

There, chuckling softly, was a very awake Prentiss and Morgan, the latter of which wolf-whistled once you made eye-contact.

Shit.

“Fuck!” you turned back to Spencer. “Did they see you leave the bathroom?”

You wouldn’t have thought it possible, but Spencer somehow turned redder.

“They… they were both in the kitchen, just outside.”

“Oh my god…. How much did they—”

“Too much!” Morgan hollered from the back, a smile in his tone that you wanted to slap out of him. “Too much, lover girl!”

And you heard Emily chortle and the unmistakable sound of a high-five.

Spinning around, a surge of boldness washed over you and for some unearthly reason, the words left your mouth before you could think them through.

“We’ll make sure to be a lot louder next time, then.”

That sure as hell knocked the pleased expressions off their faces, Spencer included.

“What?” you asked innocently. “It’s their fault for listening. I’m not ashamed.”

But Spencer simply swallowed and said, “Next time?”

You looked up at him, smiling at the way he twitched his nose and how that shifted his glasses. He was so beautiful. And he was all yours. And you were all his.

“Oh yeah. Next time,” you said, winking at him.

As the plane landed and everyone departed, you swore you heard Morgan mutter to Prentiss, “Remind me to buy earmuffs.”

Poor Morgan. For the stuff you and Spencer were gonna do, he’d need a whole noise-canceling system.

A/N: i’ll edit this a bit better tmr I just wanted to post it now.

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ofwolvesandbutterflies · 4 years ago

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call you mine

Pairing: Lee Donghyuck x Reader

Genre: fluff

Tags: bestfriends!au

Warnings: lil bit of language

Synopsis: Donghyuck hadn’t yet mustered the courage to tell you just how often he found himself staring at you for longer than he should have. He hadn’t found the words to say that he cared for you in ways that were inappropriate for just a ‘friendship’. But he was back at it again, missing you like you owned the other half of his heart, yearning for your presence like you were his oxygen.

A/N: happy birthday to the beautiful, the breath-takingly talented, the one and only, Lee Donghyuck! i love you with a whole half of my heart (the rest belongs to jaehyun whattt) you make me smile, you make me laugh, you inspire me. i wish you all the happiness and love and health in the world on your birthday!

// can I call you my own and can I call you my lover, call you my one and only girl // (x)

There it was again. The strange thrumming in the center of Donghyuck’s chest. Buried deep within the recesses of his heart, it seemed memories of you were begging him to let them resurface. And he rolled over, eyes finally opening as the grey of the early morning clouds painted the entirety of the sky. Glancing around his room, he released an inaudible sigh. 04:29

The sun had yet to come up.

He fumbled around for his phone in the darkness of his barely lit room. The chances of him falling asleep again were close to none, Hyuck knew this from experience. So as he lay there, the sound of his heartbeat filled his ears and he gave in. A foreign dampness surfaced around his eyes as thoughts of you poured into the empty cracks and crevices of his heart. The secret smile he caught on your lips every time he said something dumb. The color of your eyes and the way you’d stare at him when he spoke, laughed, cried, sang. The way you looked in his clothes, when the hem of his shirts cascaded past your knees and his sleeves fell way past your hands. Oh, he loved that.

He missed you. Donghyuck smiled to himself, albeit the bitter taste that filled his mouth when he found himself staring at your contact on his phone again. It was a picture of you. Not a selfie though. There you were, sitting on his lap in one of his large hoodies, a giggle frozen on your lips when you realized that he had had his phone out to record the fact you had laughed at the dumb joke Mark told him was much too cringe-worthy for anyone to even consider laughing at.

There was no viable reason he was missing you so badly. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t seen you in a while. No, he saw you just a couple days ago. And it wasn’t as if the two of you had broken up. Donghyuck hadn’t yet mustered the courage to tell you just how often he found himself staring at you for longer than he should have. He hadn’t found the words to say that he cared for you in ways that were inappropriate for just a ‘friendship’. But he was back at it again, missing you like you owned the other half of his heart, yearning for your presence like you were his oxygen.

Before his mind could convince him it was a bad idea, the sound of dialling filled the stillness of the room and increased the anxiety pumping through his veins. Shit. Had he really just pressed ‘call’?

“Hello?” your tired voice filtered through the phone speaker after a few rings and guilt flooded him at the possibility of having woken you up. “Hyuck?” you yawned when he didn’t immediately respond. “Are you there?”

“Oh-” a pretty pink blush bit at his cheeks at the sound of your low morning voice. “Yeah sorry, I’m here,” he mumbled. “Did I wake you?”

Your soft chuckle played through his phone and Hyuck swore his heartbeat sped up tenfold. “You’re good,” you said, the soft rustling of blankets reminding him of how soft your comforter was that one time he slept over. “It’s been hard to stay asleep recently.”

A grumble of sympathy sounded in the back of his throat. He was familiar with the struggle. After all, you had been occupying his mind recently. “Are you alright?” His voice came out low, concerned and he shifted in his bed, kicking off his comforter. The sound of a brief exhale came from your side of the line and it was a moment before you answered.

“...you wanna come over?”

Donghyuck’s heart jumped into his throat. “I can be over in ten if you need.” He half expected you to laugh at the giddiness he knew seeped so obviously from his response. But you didn’t. Instead, you stuttered, sounding almost unsure by his certainty.

“I-I… are you sure? You don’t n- I mean, I don’t want to be a bother making you get up so early in the morning, too. Yo-you don’t need to, I-”

He laughed, a deep sound so rooted in absolute assurance that you stopped spouting nonsense. “It’s no bother, Y/N. I’d travel the world to make sure you’re okay. I hope you know that.”

The silence he was met with made him realize the magnitude of what he had just slip. Fuck. He thought. Early mornings truly made for no filter. Finally, you spoke, the shy smile obvious in your voice.

“Well, I guess it’s good I don’t live that far away, right?” And the smile that bloomed on Haechan’s lips near rivaled the slowly rising sun.

“I’ll be over in a few.”

ii.

It was 4:56 when Haechan called you. Truth be told, you hadn’t been asleep at all. It was one of those nights where there really wasn’t anything preventing you from falling into the clutches of unconsciousness, but the whispering of night continued to call you, distract you. Exhaustion was settling into your bones as the night had gone on for hours and your mind insisted on waking you up every other collection of minutes. From food to television to the newest episode of that one show… Anything and everything was on your mind. It was fine, though.

Anything to distract you from Donghyuck. Once thoughts of him infiltrated your mind, there was nothing that could deactivate the ever present stream of cues and triggers that reminded you of him. A sliver of sun peeking through the cracks of your blinds could bring you back to the way his natural honey tinted skin gleamed in any natural lighting. The smell of freshly washed linen would hasten the slow jog of your heartbeat to a rolling sprint until you could no longer rid the thought of waking up, snuggled next to him as the credits of a movie played out silently. The fabric of your favorite black hoodie rubbing against the skin of your back could snatch your attention from anything and everything to the fading ghostly feeling of his nose pressed into your neck, breath hot against your skin, arms doing nothing but tightening around your waist.

And the moment the phone rang, your rigid body loosened. Your thoughts stilled, having been interrupted by the ringtone you had set especially for him.

Just as he promised, he was there within 10 minutes. A mirthful smile graced your lips when you heard the familiar knocking pattern. It sounded just like everything else about him when he was with you. Soothing. Gentle. Persistent. You padded down the hallway with bare feet, rubbing the remaining sleep from your eyes. You paid no heed to the early morning chill of the tile beneath your feet despite the fact your body was adorned only by one of his hoodies and the pair of panties you had fallen asleep in.

Gentle, tired, and filled to the brim with unadulterated adoration was the smile you were met with as you opened the door. The drab monotony of the white-ish clouds hovering over the brightening horizon did nothing to block the smile full of life found on Donghyuck’s precious lips. He was dressed in a light grey hoodie and large black sweat pants that dwarfed his figure. And for a moment, you gazed at him, drinking in the way his large eyes smiled back at yours, glassy with sleep. His soft hair stood, still tousled from sleep, straight up.

In that instant, you forgot that it was only 5 in the morning. But time was a social construct that slowed infinitely when you finally opened the door wider. It only took an instant for all the chill of the morning dissipate into nothing the second Donghyuck wrapped his arms tighter than ever around your body.

“Hey Y/N,” he murmured against the shell of your ear, deft fingers smoothing over your hair, your body, the fabric of his extra large hoodie draped well past your thighs. “Is now a bad time?”

A quiet chuckle reverberated in the husk of your chest and in turn, you buried yourself in the warmth only he could exude. “Don’t be ridiculous, silly goose. Being with you is never a bad time.” your words were mumbled, muffled by the thick layer of fabric separating your two bodies but you knew he understood. “Thank you for coming over,” you hummed, reveling in the steady beat of his heart. “I know this is kind of early.”

Hyuck pulled back far enough to shoot you a playful frown. “Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N. I was the one who called you this early anyways.” You smiled.

“Oh right, huh?” Another few moments in his grasp and you would have most definitely fallen asleep. But a gust of wind curled through the front door that had been left ajar by your early morning visitor and you made a sound of displeasure. Slowly, slowly, and almost reluctantly, you extracted yourself from his grip.

“Wait, what are you-” He spun about on his heels, watching as you stumbled around him to close the door. “Oh, nevermind.” Within seconds, your dear friend’s arms enveloped you again, this time snaking sneakily around your waist from behind. “I was like, what are you doing, trying to sneak away? I just got here.”

You giggled, resting your head back against his chest. “I was just closing the door, don’t worry.” The cool of the brisk morning air slowly subsided the longer your relaxed into his cozy embrace. Before long, the soft pattern of inhales and exhales floating from both of your lips fell into a type of white noise... a type of rhythm-less music.

“Right, because I was about to say…” his breath brushed down the exposed skin of your collarbone, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine. “Even with you right here, it was getting kinda cold.” You nodded in agreement as another giggle escaped your lips and you twisted in his arms to look up at him.

“Good thing you’re here.”

“Why’s that, princess?” Donghyuck leaned down, resting his forehead against yours in such an intimate gesture that you nearly gasped in suprise. His bated breath danced across your skin and in that moment, you were made aware of just how close his lips were to yours.

You tore your gaze off the boy before you, eyes bouncing off random things around the room to keep the blush threatening your cheeks at bay. “I don’t know... I guess, whenever I’m with you- you just- when you’re around, I’m always warm.”

iii.

Waking up at 4, jogging over to your house at 5, falling asleep with you in his arms, and waking up again at one in the afternoon hadn’t originally been part of his plan for the day. But as Donghyuck blinked the sleep away from his eyes to see you in one of his hoodies with your messy hair splayed over your pillow and your body nestled securely into his arms, he couldn’t find a reason to complain.

The curve of your lips twitched when he released an arm from around your body to brush a couple strands of hair from out of your face. A smile made its way up to his face when you woke, glancing up at him blearily. Warmth filled his belly as you gazed up at him through your wispy eyelashes, the upwards slope in your sleepy smile widening, the affection in your eyes glowing something fierce.

It took a second for you to realize this - laying beside him with Hyuck’s arms resting firmly around your hips - was not a dream, not just another wistful fantasy you had woven together from the solitude of your single-ness and had yet to wake up from.

The sun streaming through your blinds hit his mussed, auburn hair in such a way that it looked golden, like a halo, or a sun. One of his arms lay under your head like a makeshift pillow. His other hand grazed your cheek, tracing the outline of your face as you memorized the way he looked now - in all his lazy afternoon glory - beside you. And when the realization finally settled in, a slow, wonder-filled laugh left your mouth. Donghyuck propped himself up on an elbow, grinning down at you.

“What’s so funny, beautiful?”

“Nothing,” you shook your head, the nickname flying past your mind, smile still playing at the edge of your lips as you rolled over to hide your burning face in his chest. “I just… this was the best I’ve slept in such a long time that I almost forgot you came over this morning, so seeing you was like… Woah, who is this dream man laying beside me? Am I still asleep?”

Biting back a smile, he hummed thoughtfully and pushed himself up into a sitting position. “Maybe I should sleep over more often then? You could get more sleep and a hot man to wake up to each morning!”

You sat up with him, sleep drunk smile decorating your lips. Out of instinct, you found your hands reaching forwards to run your fingers through his hair, fixing all the silly little strands that stood up in all different directions. Had you been more focused on his face though, you would have noticed the light dusting of pink settling over his cheeks. You were so… close. And you felt so much like home. Donghyuck’s heartbeat pounded in his ears and he prayed you couldn’t hear it.

“I mean, honestly, though-” you giggled in response. “-my bed’s always open for you, if you’d like. I know I wouldn't complain if I woke to this every morning.” Redirecting your gaze down to his deep, chestnut colored eyes, you leaned forwards to bop the tip of his nose playfully, giggling again when he blinked in surprise. “Now come on, I’m hungry and I wanna go out.”

But as you pushed yourself off your bed, Hyuck sat, pondering your words. Would you really be okay with waking up beside him every morning? He ran his fingers through his hair, sliding out of your bed to follow you out into the kitchen.

God, he loved you. He loved the way you giggled, he loved the way your fingers felt in his hair. He loved the way you looked, wrapped his arms. He loved the way you gazed up at him through your eyelashes. Perhaps today was the day, then, he thought to himself. Maybe I’ll tell her today.

Having jogged up ahead, you turned, any ounce of exhaustion from before completely dissipated into thin air. You smiled, wrapping your arms - still draped in his hoodie - around yourself. Donghyuck had fallen behind, eyes glazed over in thought as he moved sluggishly after you.

“Hyuck, you bean-brain,” you called. He blinked the looming confession from the forefront of his mind and shook his head a couple times before realizing you had called him.

“’Sup beautiful?”

A pretty pinkish glow slid onto your cheeks just as a cheeky smirk fell over his lips. “I think I have some of your clothes in my closet if you wanna change.”

“Why?” he shot you a look before lifting his arm to sniff himself. “Do I smell or something? I could’ve sworn I put on deodorant before I ran over this morning.”

You rolled your eyes, wrinkling your nose as if you had smelt something dank. “Yes, you smell horrid- no, you smell fine, Hyuck.”

“Then why am I changing?”

“So you don’t look like you just woke up.” It wasn’t like he didn’t look good, large t-shirt crinkled from cuddling with you. Donghyuck looked more than good. He looked angelic. He looked inviting and soft. Your eyes traced his well cut figure, taking the time to study everything. There was something about him and the way he stood, the way he looked at you, the way that little half smile quirked the corners of his lips up... there was something about him that just screamed boyfriend... and a shameless blush burned at your features when you realized you had been staring, again.

“You look like you just woke up,” he pouted. “And I must say... you work it pretty well, cutie.”

“Oh, shut up,” you growled playfully, turning back towards the kitchen. “Just go change, okay? You want anything before we head out?”

“Just for you to put some pants on,” he called on his way back to your room. You snorted at his comment from your precarious stance atop a dining chair.

“Why? Your hoodie goes like almost all the way down my thighs.”

“Much as I love the way you look in my clothes, we can’t have other guys seeing what’s mi-” Donghyuck stopped, both physically and verbally right in front of your door. Shit, did he really almost say that? He had been mumbling, so there was a chance you didn’t hear him. Then, at the same time, part of him longed to call you ‘his’.

“What’d you say?” your disembodied voice carried through his panicked thoughts. “I didn’t catch the last part.”

“Nothing.” He sighed in relief - albeit a little disappointed - the simple action releasing all the tension in his shoulders before turning back towards your room. No, he sighed, shuffling through your closet, a smile still very much present on his face. Today was already as good as it was going to get. He was spending it with you.

Maybe not today.

a/n: part 2 anyone?

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mithranqueersmusings · 4 years ago

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Gun Fever

Chapter: 1/1

Rating: E (Smut & Violence Warning)

Summary: Mac has a gun, Dennis takes it.

Tags: Smut, Gunplay, Rough

Pairing: Mac/Dennis

AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here

"I can't believe this liberal bullshit, Dennis." Mac gestured angrily with his arms, leaning against the countertops in the kitchen "We need a gun in the bar, how else are we gonna protect ourselves?"

Dennis sighed, leaning back into the sofa to get more comfortable "Mac, the last thing we need in the bar is a gun, trust me. You want Charlie to be armed, seriously?"

Mac paused for a moment "You make a good point..." It was only a second or two before he was enthusiastically waving his arms around again "Why don't we just get a gun for ourselves? Keep it here in the apartment."

"Why would we ever need a gun in here, Mac? Can you just think for a second?" Dennis got up from the sofa, taking a few steps towards Mac merely to showcase his annoyance.

"Dude what if someone breaks in during the night? If we had a gun, we could just blast that bozo away." Mac explained, he felt like his words sounded extremely intelligent but Dennis didn't look impressed.

"No... No, man. That's a stupid idea. If we bring a gun into this place someone's just gonna end up hurt." Dennis rested his hand on his hip "What's the point of all your karate shit if you need a gun to protect yourself?"

Mac paused, scrunching up his face a little in thought "Well, sure- I know karate but you don't, Dennis. What if I'm not here or something?"

"I don't want a gun!" Dennis nearly screamed then took a few seconds to compose himself "Mac, just drop this alright? I'm not bringing a gun into this apartment."

"Well it's a bit late for that, because I already did." Mac demonstrated by pulling out a gun from his back pocket, holding it triumphantly with a satisfied look on his face.

"Jesus Christ, Mac!" Dennis cowered slightly "Don't wave that thing around like an idiot!"

Mac chuckled and aimed the gun loosely in Dennis' direction "See how scared you are Dennis? Now imagine you were a criminal or some shit, you'd be out of that door so fast."

Dennis took a cautious step closer "Gimme the gun, Mac. Seriously."

Mac moved it away quickly, making Dennis flinch a little "Yeah right. I thought you didn't want one."

"I don't want one, Mac. But not as much as I don't want you to have one." Dennis took another step "Is it loaded?"

"Well of course it's loaded." Mac laughed "What kind of jabroni has a gun without bullets?"

Dennis suppressed a shiver "Alright, alright. You've proven your point, now just gimme the gun."

Mac's eyebrows knitted together in confusion "Why?"

Dennis opened his mouth to speak then pounced on Mac unexpectedly, grasping for the gun with desperation. Mac let out a quiet shriek as he tried to move away, holding the gun as far from Dennis as he possibly could. The two of them tumbled to the floor heavily, Dennis knew it wasn't his smartest idea but he felt like he had to act fast - seeing how crazy Charlie got with the gun was enough to panic him. Mac tried to kick Dennis away but failed, if only he could've got the angle right, as Dennis made a scramble to where the gun had fallen and skid across the floor. The room filled with their frustrated grunts before Dennis was able to get his hand on the weapon, he got to his feet as quickly as he could without Mac managing to trip him up. He'd forgotten how heavy guns were, how cold the metal felt against his skin.

"Dennis, what the fuck?" Mac asked, standing up and leaning against the counter again, he'd split his lip open falling down and it was bleeding slightly.

Dennis chuckled to try and lighten the mood "Sorry, man, didn't mean to attack you like that. I just really don't wanna have a gun in this place."

Mac craned his neck forward aggressively "Then ask me, dude. You're lucky I didn't kick your ass."

Dennis rolled his eyes "Yeah, sure... Anyway, I'll just get rid of this." He started making his way to his room.

"You better give me the money then. That shit wasn't cheap." Mac called out after him, making Dennis stop to turn around.

"What?" Dennis was just about getting used to the weight of the gun in his hand "Why would I pay you for a gun that I don't want?"

"Why should I lose money for a gun that you're gonna get rid of?" Mac puffed out his chest a little.

Dennis smirked, a flicker passed through his eyes which made Mac panic for a second but he was determined not to show it. Lifting the gun up slowly, Dennis aimed it towards Mac with a tilt of his head.

"I'm not gonna pay you, dude." Dennis chuckled and took a step closer.

Mac tightened his grip on the counter surface "What are you doing, Dennis? Don't dick around with that."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you intimidated by this?" Dennis spoke dramatically, taking a further step as his smirk widened "I can't imagine why, Mac."

"I'm not intimidated, shut the fuck up." Mac scoffed but he couldn't take his eyes off the gun.

"Really? I find that hard to believe." Dennis aimed the gun a little higher towards Mac's head which made him flinch, Dennis couldn't deny he was getting a kick out of this.

"This isn't funny, Den." Mac felt himself beginning to sweat "Point made, alright? Can we just go to the bar or something?"

Dennis clicked his tongue "I don't think you're gonna be going anywhere, Mac. I think we're gonna stay right here."

Mac wasn't entirely sure when the atmosphere in the room had shifted, the entire thing was never meant to end up like this. He wasn't that surprised with how much Charlie ran away with the whole gun thing, but seeing Dennis becoming so enraptured with it was very alarming. It all just felt like some strange joke, but something about Dennis' expression made it look like he was completely serious. It wasn't the first time he'd seen his best friend get so worked up over something, especially if there was some weird power play involved, but he'd never been in the firing line before.

"What, you gonna shoot me?" Mac tried to feign his confidence "Come on, stop joking around."

"Oh, I'm not joking, Mac." Dennis' voice got very low all of a sudden "Why don't you go ahead and get on your knees?"

Mac's eyes widened instantly, he was sure he must've heard Dennis wrong "Dude, what?"

"Get on your fucking knees!" Dennis' yell turned into a chuckle, but it was far from warm.

He acted before he could even think, falling to his knees painfully onto the floorboards, letting out a hiss of pain as he did so. Whatever weird trip Dennis was having, he didn't know, but he didn't feel like talking back to him right now. Dennis looked down at him satisfied, his eyes dark and jaw tight. The gun was lowered to align with Mac's face, sweat was starting to form on his forehead. Of course Dennis wasn't going to do anything, surely... There was a moment when Mac thought Dennis was going to burst into laughter, admit the whole thing was a joke and they'd just carry on as normal, but the moment passed very quickly and nothing happened of the sort.

"Dennis, I don't-" Mac was speaking quieter than he had to, but he couldn't deny that the gun was freaking him out a little.

"Shh, you don't need to talk." Dennis interrupted harshly "Here's what's gonna happen, Mac... You're gonna do exactly what I say and in exchange I won't blow your brains out. Sound like a good deal?"

"You cannot be serious, dude." Mac looked up at him desperately, searching for the slightest sign of his best friend in those eyes but it was like he was an entirely different person.

"Oh I'm deadly serious, Mac." Dennis grinned down at him and gradually moved the gun closer until the barrel was pressed up against Mac's forehead "Or maybe I'm not... But something tells me you're not gonna disobey me right now."

The cold metal against his skin made Mac shiver, his throat was drying up and it almost hurt to swallow. He'd never seen Dennis like this before and while part of him was absolutely terrified, he couldn't deny that there was a slight thrill to the whole thing. Exactly what Dennis had in mind he couldn't tell exactly, but judging from the increasing tightness of his jeans it was gonna get pretty weird pretty quickly. He managed to steady his breath and looked up at Dennis with a composed enough look and gave him a small nod, trying not to move too much.

"Good." Dennis exhaled, the tension in his body leaving somewhat "Now, unzip my jeans, Mac."

"C-Can you move the gun at least?" Mac cursed himself for stuttering, but he was surprised he was even able to get the words out at all.

Dennis didn't say anything in response, just slowly pulled the gun away so that Mac could move a little closer. Was this really happening? This was getting a little extreme even for some of Mac's erotic nightmares, but there was no way Dennis really wanted this from him like this, right? Mac looked up at Dennis nervously, still waiting for him to laugh and admit that he was joking but the moment once again never came. His hands were shaking as he fiddled with the zip on Dennis' jeans, and even though he felt absolutely terrified he couldn't deny that there was an element of excitement to it all.

"That's it." Dennis encouraged as Mac peeled the denim away, letting it fall onto the floor.

The whole situation would've been far stranger if they'd never done this before, not that either of them would make any acknowledgement of it, but they'd messed around a few times in the past though there had never been a gun involved before. Mac felt certain that nothing like this would ever happen again, it'd been years since they'd done anything at all, and there was certainly a part of him that was excited to have the chance once more. The wave of relief he felt when the gun had been pulled away from his forehead was indescribable, but he was all too aware of how close it still was. Mac paused for a moment, bracing himself with a deep breath.

"Don't keep me waiting." Dennis commanded "Need I remind you this gun is loaded?"

Mac shook his head gently, he didn't have the strength to meet Dennis' gaze but he could feel it. Dennis was already rock hard, at exactly what point he got to this stage Mac couldn't tell but it was clear it wasn't going anywhere anytime soon; Mac was glad he was able to conceal his own erection, at this time he wasn't prepared to even begin to rationalise exactly why he had one. Without another moment's hesitation, Mac pulled off Dennis' boxers and immediately wrapped his lips around the head of Dennis' cock. He knew Dennis liked it a little rough - in a way this whole thing wasn't really that surprising - so he made sure he was never being too gentle. Although Mac could see an improvement in his technique, he still wasn't the best and couldn't help gagging before he could get all of Dennis into his mouth, he'd be ashamed if he didn't see how much the sound turned Dennis on.

"Just like that." Dennis inhaled sharply "It's a good look for you, Mac."

If the situation wasn't so strange, Mac would've laughed, but his mouth was a little preoccupied at the moment. He moved his hand up slowly to begin massaging Dennis' balls, he didn't want to make any sudden movements in case it startled him, while he continued to bob his head as quickly as he could manage. With his free hand, Dennis tugged at Mac's hair at the top of his head, it wasn't long before he was guiding Mac's movements entirely to set up his own brutal rhythm. Mac stopped moving altogether, having to grip tightly onto Dennis' thigh as he allowed his mouth to be fucked ruthlessly, spit began dripping down onto his aching knees and his vision blurred with tears. For so long he wanted to pull off entirely, to catch his breath and regain his composure, but he didn't. As much as he would like to believe this was only to please Dennis, he was getting ridiculously turned on by the whole thing.

"Fuck, Mac..." Dennis grunted, his hips started to stutter and he slowed down "I could cum down your throat, right now. Would you like that?"

Mac let out a weak moan, muffled completely, which spurred Dennis on a little further but eventually he pulled out. Air rushed back into his lungs as he desperately began to cough, his hand going to his throat as he rocked back slightly. He was just about to return to normality, he wiped the tears away roughly and his eyes felt irritated, before Dennis was already yanking him back up by his hair. Jolting back up, Mac saw that Dennis had kicked away his jeans and boxers that had pooled around his feet and was holding the gun just in front of his lips.

"Open up." Dennis' voice had gotten lower, he pressed the gun forward and Mac instinctively parted his lips.

The gun tasted foul, Mac almost gagged from it, but he stilled himself as Dennis pressed the gun past his teeth and further into his mouth. Already he could tell that this wasn't going to be comfortable at all, the shape was already starting to cut at his gums somewhat. Dennis looked mesmerised, as though he was watching the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, his own mouth opening slightly as he watched Mac accept it. The thought of the weapon being loaded was far too terrifying, Mac tried to calm himself just by focusing on his senses and nothing else: the smell of Dennis' sweat, the taste of his cock still on his tongue, the sound of his throat contracting.

"I can't believe you're fucking doing this." Dennis almost chuckled but his face was completely serious, he started to pull the gun back out slowly only to thrust it back in.

As if sucking dick wasn't already hard enough for Mac, he had to deal with this. He wondered whether he'd be able to tap out even if he wanted to, if he looked Dennis dead in the eye and told him to stop, but the ambiguity just made the whole thing more strangely erotic. Bringing a gun into the apartment was far from some ploy to get Dennis to toy with him, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't happy with the results. It was almost impossible to get a steady rhythm going, the irregular shape of the gun couldn't smoothly thrust in and out without meeting some resistance. Mac wasn't sure if he was tasting the metal of the gun or his gums had started bleeding, he couldn't even imagine that the whole ordeal looked attractive at all but Dennis looked ready to burst just from the sight.

"If you could see yourself, Mac..." Dennis breathed "You look absolutely pathetic, letting me fuck your mouth with a gun." The words were harsh but they somehow sounded complimentary.

Unexpectedly, Dennis pulled the gun all the way out without warning and it banged against Mac's teeth painfully. He examined it for a few seconds, watching how it glistened with Mac's spit in the light.

"I bet you'd let me put this in your ass, wouldn't you?" Dennis was clearly getting excitable "Wouldn't you?" He repeated, aiming the gun at Mac's face once more.

Mac had to cough before he could even get a word out "I don't wanna do that, man..."

Dennis paused, squinting his eyes a little in thought "It's not about what you want, Mac. You're lucky I'm so close or I'd be bending you over and shoving this inside you."

Mac winced at the thought, he and Dennis had only fucked a few times in the past and it had always been a little painful so he didn't even want to imagine replacing it with a gun. Dennis grabbed Mac's shirt and yanked him upwards, the gun unwavering in its aim, shoving him hard against the counter. For a brief moment Mac considered leaning forward, capturing those lips in a kiss, but he thought better of it; even after all these years they'd never kissed so tonight would likely be no exception.

"Get this shit off." Dennis demanded, yanking at the fabric of his trousers and Mac obeyed immediately, even throwing off his shirt for good measure.

Dennis surveyed Mac's body slowly, letting out a low groan at the sight of Mac's aching cock. It was as though he'd forgotten completely that Mac could've been getting pleasure from this whole thing, he was purely focused on himself. Taking a small step forward and closing the space between them entirely, Dennis pressed his erection against Mac's own. They both let out a deep moan, Mac's eyes shutting gently as he gripped the surface of the counter.

"Finish me off, Mac." Dennis practically growled, his other hand landed beside Mac's arm to entrap him entirely, not that Mac was even considering going anywhere.

Mac's hand was still a little shaky but he managed to still it somewhat, he wrapped it around both of their cocks and began to jerk them together. They'd gotten a little dry and Mac took the initiative of letting a trail of spit fall down onto them, Dennis groaned at the sight and pressed himself in a little closer.

"I'm already close." Dennis managed to suppress a whine.

Mac quickened his pace, it was impossible to think with so much going on. Dennis pressed the gun against the side of Mac's head, digging it in a little too hard but it only gave Mac more motivation. His mouth was definitely bleeding, but he didn't care, all he wanted to do right now was get off with Dennis, to finish with him. Dennis had started thrusting upwards into Mac's hand, fucking himself into the palm as wanton moans poured out past his lips. Mac felt himself nearing the edge, he only hoped he'd be able to last long enough to meet Dennis there.

"You gonna cum, Mac?" Dennis' face was as close as it could be without kissing him "You gonna cum with me?"

Mac nodded desperately, he wanted to throw his head back but keeping his eyes on Dennis was getting him closer. A few more strokes and he was almost there, desperate whines slipping out of his mouth and his breath quickened.

"Cum for me, baby." Dennis whispered and that was all it took.

It felt like electricity pulsing through his veins, his brain completely overridden with pleasure as he felt Dennis rutting up against him, spilling cum all over his bare chest. He'd loosened his grip on the gun somewhat but Mac could still tell it was near, the relief he felt of it being pulled away probably helped his orgasm somewhat. They took a few moments to compose themselves, catching their breath and returning to a comfortable position. Opening his eyes, Mac could still see Dennis' face so close to his own, his eyes flickered down to Dennis' lips then back up to his eyes. The pause seemed to last forever, Dennis working through some thought in his mind, he adjusted himself and their lips brushed just barely but instead of moving in closer he pulled away entirely. Looking Mac up and down once more, he tossed the gun on the side carelessly and started walking back to his room.

"Clean yourself up, you look ridiculous." Dennis called behind him, his voice a little hoarse but he sounded as defiant as ever.

Mac watched him leave, unashamed to admire how his hips swayed, but ensured to avert his gaze when Dennis turned around to give him a final look.

"Goodnight." Mac managed to get out a little pathetically, his shirt bunched up in his hand as he wiped the cum off his stomach.

Dennis responded by closing his door, leaving Mac completely alone.

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Clear The Area - Chapter Seventeen

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Warnings: Strong language and an air of discomfort.

Notes: I hope this reads OK as it’s quite dialogue-heavy.

Tags: @kelbabyblue @jennmurawski13

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

The night shifts weren’t all bad. From time to time, they were even as good as “pretty straight forward”. They proved especially useful when trying to finish patient notes and random admin that always got left to the very end of the shift. Perhaps they’d endure a tidy-out of the stock cupboards if the crew was feeling generous. Since O’Brien had taken up his post at the hospital years earlier, he had insisted upon mandatory training updates for the ER units every three to four months (the national average was about once a year) so the team were regularly reminded not to set fire to their computers and not to leave boxes in places people could trip over. You’d be surprised how often both those things happened in an emerging crisis.

“I swear he thinks we’re idiots half the time.” Complained Jack, his head now glued to the palm of his hand. Jack was hurtling towards an early retirement thanks to an ever-increasing distrust of the corporate environment ER departments found themselves in. We trained to save lives, he’d say, not file stat reports. He was so right, it hurt.

The crew was sat round the reception desk. The ER was empty except for a local homeless man the team allowed in from time to time to sleep off his latest drunken adventures.

“Who doesn’t know how to bend their knees when lifting something heavy?” Jack asked again.

“Ryan for one.” Sarah joked, pointing her cold cup of tea towards the fellow nurse in question. Ryan was a tall and skinny guy, not dissimilar to Alexander Skarsgard in the right light but with less charm although he had left a few of the interns swooning of late. Shanna quite liked him, too.

“One time, Sarah. One time and I suffered for it greatly.” Ryan remarked, spinning a full 360 in his swivel chair. “Did you tick ‘agree’ or ‘strongly agree’ for question eleven?”

“Oh, if you don’t tick ‘strongly agree’ even if you only ‘agree’, they mark you down a couple of percentage points.” Entered Audrey, slamming down a pile of files on the desk beside Sarah. Their nightly routine just got more interesting. “Just get it over with. It’s not worth the effort. It’s just O’Brien being obsessed with stats again. He turns everything into a competition. I swear it’s unhealthy.”

Ryan looked momentarily confused before returning to face his computer screen. He re-read the question for the fifth time and rubbed his eyes in resignation. Something about 3am made this far too complicated.

“When did you even find time to do this, Aud?” Jack asked, turning back to Sarah and Audrey in time to witness their shared look self-satisfaction. “I’ve been sat here for half an hour and am still only part way through the first section.”

“I logged in at home earlier.” she responded before catching Sarah’s quizzical look. “Well, Michael did most of it for me.”

“Fucking hell!” exclaimed Jack, chucking his pen on the table, giving up. “Got no chance then, have I? Michael’s a bloody genius. Hey, how much for him to do mine?”

“Normally I’d say $100 but he’s pretty cheap these days.” shrugged Audrey. “Probably a fancy cigar would do.”

“He still grumpy about the you-know-what?” whispered Sarah to her friend when the guys started joshing between themselves.

Audrey leaned back on the desk beside her and took the mug from Sarah’s hands to take a sip, grimacing slightly at the sweetness. For some reason, Sarah had to have at least three sugars in her tea if she was drinking it post-midnight. It helped to keep her more alert apparently. She didn’t drink it like that at any other time of the day. “No more than usual. Seems like we’re both unlucky in that department at the moment.”

Sarah smiled at her in acknowledgement, lips thin before biting the inside of her cheek.

Following their last meet-up, Chris had been decidedly quiet. Too quiet almost. It was weird. He hadn’t messaged her. He hadn’t called or visited their apartment except to collect a parcel he had left. Sarah has been out for a run at the time and had felt silently glad to have missed him. He hadn’t updated his twitter and there had been multiple sports events occurring that would have guaranteed a humblebrag or five. Shanna had pledged to buy rib-eye steaks for a Saturday night meal during a Celtics game and he had cancelled at the last minute citing an interview he had conveniently forgotten. Even Audrey thought it was weird. If anything was guaranteed to get his attention and bring him out of whatever funk he was in, it was the promise of sports and a ‘Grade A’ barbeque.

Shanna merely put it down to his laziness or him having something better turn up. Scott had started replacing Chris around their apartment, wanting to get some of his own distance from the tricky Zach situation and it helped her feel better knowing he was at least in touch with him if Shanna wasn’t. He was evidently still alive.

Sarah decided to swap a couple of daytime stints to partner up with Audrey for the nights. She needed the comfort of working with a good friend to calm her down from whatever ledge her anxiety had placed her on.

“You know that he’ll come back, right?” Audrey interrupted her thoughts. Maybe Sarah spoke too soon. “Haven’t you got that birthday thing for Lisa coming up?”

That trip was a couple of weeks away yet. She was trying to bank some reasonable excuses but everything sounded lame in the cold light of day and Lisa was never going to accept her not coming as well. Surely things would have smoothed themselves out by then?

“This won’t just fix itself, hun, you’ll need to speak to him eventually. And the sooner the better.”

It was like Audrey had a hotline straight into Sarah’s psyche. It was unnerving at the best of times. Sarah knew she was right of course. It’s just, a little bit of distance would be a good thing, right? Even Chris himself had offered that advice from time to time, and stressing herself out at this point almost seemed counterintuitive.

“I reckon you could go in an hour or so if you wanted.” Audrey offered, nudging her friend with her elbow to bring her back into the room. “It’s dead out there.”

“I hope not.” Sarah joked, trying to lighten the mood. “We’d be shit at our jobs if that was the case.”

Audrey laughed for the first time since Sarah could remember that day. It was moments like this that reminded her of why she enjoyed working alongside her so much, and why she didn’t mind if it resulted in overtime.

“You wanna take patient referrals while I take the EPRs?”

“How can I refuse an offer like that?” Sarah picked up the dozen or so documents sat in front of her and grabbed the nearest chair. Audrey told her she’d put the kettle on and nudged the guys still glued to their screens. Ryan had pretty much given up logical thinking and was now ticking random boxes. Jack was cursing under his breath. O’Brien was going to be in for a real treat when he could finally tabulate the responses.

It was nearing 6.20am when Sarah and Audrey finally packed up to go. Matt and Stephanie had just arrived to take over for the morning, bringing a fresh perspective for the day. There wasn’t much for them to catch up on so it should be a smooth few hours at least. Sarah even ran a mop through the staff locker room as an added gift – Steph was a notorious clean freak – nearly tripping Greg up in the process.

He’d been on leave for the past fortnight and his hair was a little longer than she remembered. A five o’clock shadow graced the lower part of his face and it suited him more than she thought it would. He had kept up with the informal tie-less attire and he seemed to be, dare she it, enjoying himself.

“God, I’m so sorry.” She held her hands up in a mock mea culpa. “I was just gonna put it away before heading out. It was a stupid place to leave it.”

“Did you not take the Health and Safety refresher?” he joked, rebalancing himself and trying to play down the redness creeping into his cheeks from the embarrassment of temporarily losing his footing in front of her.

“You gonna rat me out to O’Brien? ‘Cos you know as well as I do that he doesn’t need yet another reason to know he’s right.” She shifted the mop and bucket and placed them back in the supply closet before reaching for her bag again.

“Nah, don’t worry about it.” He moved passed her before turning to face her again. “Tell you the truth, I ghosted the last couple of tabs myself. Who knew there were so many ways to ask questions about standing in elevators?”

Sarah rolled her eyes in acknowledgement. “Yeh. I can’t wait to have the team meeting when he realises we’ve all pretty much done the same thing. That’s gonna be fun. I might finally take some of my holiday.”

“Yeh, good plan. Hey listen,” His words stopped her in her tracks, feet from the exit. “Um, I know it’s been a while but I was wondering if you might want to reschedule that tennis match some time? Or if not, we could get some dinner or something? There’s that new sushi place on Reagan Street. It’s meant to be really good if you fancy it?”

She was indeed familiar with that very restaurant thanks to the glowing reviews she had been unable to avoid since it opened. Audrey had only mentioned it a mere thousand times in her presence. Word was that bookings were now months in advance so she wasn’t sure how Greg was hoping to find a table unless he wanted to make plans with her in November. Given the number of commitments he always appeared to have going on, it wouldn’t be completely outside the realm of possibility.

“Wow, I thought that place was fully booked?”

“Yeh, it is, but I went to college with one of the investors and he’s promised me a one-off.”

Of course he did. Sarah bit her bottom lip to stop herself from chuckling out loud, imagining Audrey’s face when she would inevitably find out. To be honest, she was genuinely surprised he was still showing a minor interest in her. When she finally made eye contact with him, his earnestness was practically shining. Had he always had perfect skin?

“Um…” That was a good start, she thought.

“Honestly, it’s not a big deal if you’d rather not.” He helpfully pre-empted her awkward rejection but she wasn’t sure if that was a good thing. “I’ve been meaning to go is all and I knew you liked sushi and figured it might be fun? They have live Jazz on Sunday nights.”

When did he find out she liked sushi? And live Jazz? Just how much had Audrey told him about her?

Realising she probably looked perplexed, she shuffled her shoulder strap back up onto her shoulder and tried to relax the awkwardness setting in between them. It was still quiet and no one was within earshot that she could figure out of her peripheral vision.

“It’s not you, Greg, I promise. It’s just, I’m not really looking to get into anything right now. With anyone. Plus, we work together and…I’m sorry. I hope that’s OK?”

“Hey, look, I promise it won’t be awkward. There’s absolutely no expectations from me and if you change your mind, just let me know, yeh? I literally know no one else who likes Sashimi so I can’t waste my only chance to get a table.” He chuckled and she felt more at ease.

“If it’s any consolation, I’m a pretty crap date.” She smiled at him as she edged herself down the hall, putting space between them both literally and figuratively. “You wouldn’t be missing out.”

“Oh, I doubt that somehow.” He returned her smile. “I’m serious, though. Just let me know. Anytime. No expiration date.”

And with that, she had been left dumbfounded by two men in the space of a single week.

It would have been easier to get the early morning bus home at this time, as tired as she was starting to feel. She hadn’t slept well in the last few days and she had a creeping nausea from the lack of proper rest. The walk and crisp, fresh air might do her some good. It was practically full daylight even at this hour, and it was sometimes fun to watch people on their own way to work, huffing along, trying not to drop their coffees.

The out-of-town school bus passed her a few minutes out from her apartment and as she rounded the corner, she got this weird sense that someone was watching her. Another corner turned and she could see her building in the near distance. Still, she couldn’t shake it. She stopped, pretending to fumble for her phone in her pocket and turned around swiftly to see a sweaty Chris stop a few steps behind her.

It took her a moment to register it was in fact him, his beard fuller and a Red Sox cap pulled down low over his eyes. He had sweats and sneakers on and looked like he was on a run. Honestly, if someone else had spotted him from this distance, they would have worried he was going to attack her.

“Hey,” she said, turning to fully face him. “What are you doing out at this time?”

He didn’t respond at first. He shuffled from one foot to the other before grounding himself and taking a couple of steps towards her. Again, he shuffled back a step like he was rethinking his move. She didn’t appreciate seeing him like this, so unsure of himself.

“Five months out from filming some pre-shoots so figured I’d make a start.” He finally spoke. Not a really a smile but he at least sounded OK.

“Cool.” She said, nodding back at him. “Um, I’m not sure if Shanna is awake yet but do you want to come inside for some water or coffee?”

“Yeh, that’d be great. Thanks.”

She turned to continue walking on. For a few long moments, he stayed walking slightly behind her. A couple more strides and he had decided to catch up. The last time it had taken this long to walk this same street, she had been so drunk she had narrowly avoided falling into her neighbour’s front garden.

“Five months? You’re not that out of shape.” She tried to make a joke. It was the only thing she could think of. Audrey would be eye-rolling like a champ if she could see them now.

Chris knew she was trying to make small talk now so he decided to indulge her. It was a fair response, he thought - he was doing OK - as he followed her up the stairs deliberately keeping two or three behind her in an effort to keep it casual.

“Oh, y’know. I fluctuate pretty easily. A few pizzas here and there and it’s game over.”

They walked into her kitchen and she had been right in assuming Shanna was still asleep. Unless she had awoken really early but that was highly unlikely, unless there was a sale at Ted Baker she didn’t know about.

He lingered in the doorway while she searched the fridge for a bottle of water. Grabbing one from the back, she turned to hand it to him expecting him to be within an arm’s reach from her but he had been distracted by something down the hall before turning back to her. Gratefully, he accepted it and walked into the kitchen to take up his usual spot leaning against the counter.

“Sorry, did you say you wanted a coffee?” She offered.

“Nah, I’m good. Can’t really take caffeine until this afternoon.”

“Sorry. I always forget how strict it is.” She apologised, offering him a sympathetic smile.

He took a long swig from the bottle, not breaking eye contact from her. “No need to apologise. You OK? Night shift?”

“Yeh. Pretty quiet, thankfully.”

“I’ve always meant to ask but what is it like, a night shift? I can’t work out if it would be worse or not.”

She understood what he meant and laughed. “It can go either way to be honest but it’s been quiet the last few nights. Nothing crazy. I caught up with some paperwork, so…” She shrugged again, acutely aware of how boring she must sound.

He nodded at her. “Aren’t people supposed to be crazier in the summertime?”

“Well, kids are around more and families tend to spend more time together, so…”

The apartment was unnervingly quiet now which was weird. She could hear the uptake in traffic outside which provided some relief that perhaps he couldn’t hear her heart beating out of her chest. She could make out some small sweat patches on his hoodie and it did something to her that she wasn’t expecting. Shaking the thought from her head, she turned to switch the kettle off.

“What?” He asked.

She jerked her head back around to face him. “Huh?”

“You were thinking of something. Your neck just went red.” He smiled, tilting his head at her and relishing the look of surprise making its way over her features, knowing he’d caught her out.

That was news to her. She knew she had “tells” but a red neck was not usually one of them. How come no one had ever told her about this?

“I can’t tell if you’re joking with me or not.” She inquired, playfully narrowing her eyes at him in an effort to lighten the mood.

He shrugged a shoulder at her, a smirk starting to cross his fine features. Joshing with her was good. She’d take that. A small step in the right direction.

“Sometimes, it’s really obvious. You get it when you’re embarrassed about something, or when you try to lie. I’d never really noticed it before, but...” He paused. His expression started to turn more thoughtful and she wished he’d just continue to make fun of her instead.

“Guess I won’t be playing poker anytime soon.” She finished the thought for him.

“Yeh, no, you’d be rubbish at that. Just terrible.” He took another swig from his bottle and waited for her to throw something at him.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

The room went quiet again. She stirred her mug of coffee and offered him another chance at one which he politely refused although his discipline was waning slightly now he could smell it.

“So this is fine.” He said after a couple of minutes, nodding in a slightly exaggerated manner. He looked out of the kitchen window. “We can do this, right? No awkwardness. No embarrassment. Just normal, everyday conversation.”

“’Course,” she nodded in agreement.

“Start as we mean to go on, right?”

She nodded again. This felt like a trap and she couldn’t put her finger on why. Chris had a knack for saying and doing two different things at the same time, an intimidating ability that often put people on edge if he thought it would serve his purpose, whatever that may be. Probably the actor in him. When you called him out, he would aggressively defend himself which only served to prove the point you were making in the first place.

Scott was the only one, truly, who knew when it was happening. It had taken Sarah years to get to a similar position but now, she wasn’t sure she was remotely close to it.

“It’s as good a starting point as any, I guess.” She shrugged again, sipping from her cup.

“So there’s no need to ignore me then.”

“I haven’t been ignoring you, have I?”

“You tell me. I’m just pre-empting it is all. I’m just saying we can still interact, you and me, if we need to. Like, it doesn’t always have to be in social settings with other people around.” He took a final drink from his bottle and turned to locate the recycling pot stashed away in the corner. Even with a mundane task, he always looked cool doing it.

“So don’t worry about it.”

“Alright then. That’s good to know.” She shot him a raised eyebrow which he caught and returned with a sly smirk. “I’m just trying to be sensible. We have to get this right or else there’s no point.”

“I know, I get that, too.” If he wasn’t attempting to be serious before, he was now. He had a hand on his hip and seemed to have grown a few inches in height. “What do you think I’m trying to say?”

“I…think I’m on the backfoot again and it’s weird.” She held a hand up in defence.

“Hey, I’m just doing what we agreed, OK? I’m just following your rules.”

“They’re not rules.” She struggled to regulate the volume in her voice in case she disturbed Shanna. “And you’re making it sound like I’m controlling the situation when I’m not. We both agreed on this. There’s no point being difficult about it.”

Was he being difficult? Yes. Obviously, he was. He wasn’t happy. He wasn’t sure what he was feeling but happy definitely wasn’t it. Things were out of sorts and he hadn’t been able to eat carbs or sugar for four days so the withdrawal symptoms certainly weren’t helping. He should go easier on her. She was doing the thinking for the both of them. He should learn to be more grateful for that.

He scratched the back of his head and let out an audible sigh in frustration. “I’ll try harder, I promise. We’ve got that cabin thing coming up with Mom, so…I promise I’ll be good.”

He imitated the scout salute and she smiled at him, a smile not quite reaching her eyes.

Another night shift and Audrey and was starting to get suspicious. No one willingly switched for a night shift. For one thing, there was a disproportionate amount of recovery time. A couple of night shifts often took in excess of a week to recover from; a week that a nurse definitely did not have to spare.

“He been buggin’ you?” she asked, finally growing tired of the silence.

“Who?” Sarah looked up from the cabinet. “No, not really. We haven’t really spoken.”

“So why are you ignoring him?”

“I’m not ignoring him! Why does everyone think that?”

“Who’s everyone?”

Crap. Audrey had her there. Sarah open and closed her mouth without a sound coming out. She took a breath. “He’s not bugging me. He’s not. I’m just trying to limit the times we’re in the same place at the same time.”

“Huh, you’d think he would at least allow you to have peace in your own home.”

“Well, to be fair, he hasn’t been around all that much, but…at least I don’t have to worry about him showing up unannounced. It’s stupid but I feel way more awkward about him than I thought I would. It’s like I can’t even stand to be under his gaze.”

Audrey glanced at her friend, wishing she could offer some words of comfort. Even for someone as verbose as she normally was, she was finding it a struggle. Sarah wasn’t much looking for words of comfort at the given time either. She was all too aware of the predicament she was in and how much responsibility laid at her feet. In her mind, waiting it out was the only logical solution she could come up with. The only logical solution that didn’t require more conversations with someone who could feasibly run rings around her “theory” that if they just stayed apart for a little while, they would suddenly and magically forget about the past couple of months.

They stayed filing documents in silence again, the air seemingly getting thicker.

“You ever spoken with someone and it’s like they’re thinking the complete opposite of what’s coming out of their mouth?” Sarah huffed while shoving the cabinet drawer closed.

“Not really. That person’s usually me.”

“But why?” she asked. “Why can’t you just be normal?”

“I mean, it’s not my go-to response of course. It’s normally reserved for occasions when I am trying to indulge someone because I know they’re talking bullshit. Like, when I know Mike has been gambling but he tries to deny it? It’s just easier to figure him out that way.”

Sarah froze to the spot, looking at her friend. She breathed a heavy sigh and turned to lean back on the table behind her and crossed her arms. She stared at her shoes for a second.

“Chris is a smart guy. I’ll give him that.” Audrey muttered loudly so she was sure Sarah could hear.

“Give me something! I’m your friend here.” She implored her before chuckling to herself at Audrey’s face and her own apparent lack of self-awareness.

“You know what I think? You’ve probably got withdrawal symptoms from the all the amazing sex you’ve had and now you’re sulking. I think you should get back on that horse and let him fuck you again. That’s what this is.”

Sarah eyed her friend again. For once, she would love to hear someone tell her that she was right. “That’s really not helping, y’know.”

“And this is?!” Audrey’s shriller tone cut through the dry air, smacking Sarah right in the face. “Honey, this isn’t healthy. You hiding out in the hospital and treating it like your own solace is not healthy at all. I love you but you are your own worst enemy.”

“Alright, thank you. Thank you very much. Thank you for your unswerving efforts to be honest with me at all times and not, like a normal pal, be comforting in any way.” Sarah comically bowed to her friend before considering leaving the office. She would have followed through with the idea as well if it wasn’t for the cosy warmth of O’Brien’s office versus the coldness of the ER department thanks to a leaking pipe. “It’s difficult. I’m sorry. I don’t wanna fall out with you, Audrey.”

Audrey just smiled at her. “I don’t know why you think you have to be the beacon of morality all the time, Sarah. Take a look around. No one else is. We all out here just trying to live our lives as best we can and a part of that is taking advantage of moments of happiness when we find them.”

Something about what Audrey was saying did resonate with her but comparing two months of happiness with Chris to ten years with Shanna was not something she could in good conscience do. Shanna was her security blanket. She provided a comfort of living with someone with shared life experience, of knowing how little you thought about yourself because you were given up as a baby. Honestly, from the very first day they had met, Sarah felt lucky to know her.

Yes, Shanna could be immature at times. Maybe a little selfish. She would often get carried away with trivial things and wasn’t the most reliable person, but what Sarah got in return was worth that and more. Her family enjoyed highlighting the maternal care Sarah would have to provide to someone who was seven months older than she was, but honestly it didn’t matter.

Maybe this was one of the rare occasions where Audrey was wrong.

Chris was a fling at best, Sarah told herself, when she was lying in bed struggling to fall asleep. When she was cold and missing his arms around her. They were both having shitty times and they both got something out of it. That was what Chris had said himself at the very beginning.

Chris 08.15am: You home? Shanna said you were working late again

It was like he knew she would be thinking about him.

Chris 08.17am: I really dont want u ignoring me all the time. This is hard for me right now as well

Fuck.

Sarah 08.21am: I kno. I’m so sorry I made you feel like that :(

He didn’t respond. She thought she saw the tell-tale three dots of him writing something but nothing appeared. Giving up on sleep, she got up and headed into the kitchen. Shanna had left her some bacon in the fridge and a fresh bread bun on the side so she turned on the grill and set about making some coffee.

She felt strangely awake for this time and the apartment was nice and warm from the bright sunshine streaming in from all corners. Maybe a run would help. Or a cold shower.

Chris 08.44am: I wanna be honest with u but I dont think u want that

Chris 08.45am: so what do i do??

Fuck knows.

Chris 08.51am: Can I come over?

Sarah 08.54am: that’s not a good idea

Chris 08.55am: cos you know what will happen?

Chris 08.56am: what does that tell you??

She was sure he was nursing some kind of hangover or, quite possibly, he was still a little bit drunk. There were two responses she could give, she figured. The first would be her usual denial and perhaps an excuse that she was busy or working later than planned. The second, and ultimately the one she opted for, was to agree with him.

Sarah 09.05am: I know what it tells me. That’s why I’m saying you shouldn’t come over

Another three dots followed. There was only so many times they could go around and around in circles and as much as Audrey’s words made sense to her, it felt like she had to make the effort to regain some normality.

He didn’t respond. She stared at her phone for an age but nothing came through. Maybe he got the message? Maybe he had fallen asleep. She was both relieved and suspicious; Chris wasn’t someone who backed down from an argument when he thought he was right. He had said as much himself.

She turned the grill off, having lost her appetite. A run might make more sense and could help clear her head.

She couldn’t sit around waiting for Chris to make his next move.

#Chris evans #chris evans fic #evans fic #fanfiction #clear the area #sarah bernette #chris evans x original female character

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hitsuackerman · 4 years ago

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What in the World? (Akaashi Keiji x Reader) pt.13

a/n: hohoho the drama ensues :’)

Akaashi’s lineup: @alluring-akaashi @oikawalmart-hq @extrasugafree @bbykiyoomi @apricotjihyo @awings @simpformiya @sayakaaaaaa @colorseeingchick @demursv1ogs @chrisrue15 @beanst0ck @parttime-simp @something-that-idk (i have no idea why i can’t tag some of you :( huhu )

links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 14

Was it actually them?

Blinking a dozen times, they were still standing in front of the room.

The same blonde hair with sharp red eyes. Messy dark green hair with matching soft green eyes. Both of them stared at you with utter disbelief.

If this were any reunion, it would have been amazing and bring a sense of relief. So why did seeing familiar faces cause your chest to tighten? The first instinct was to look at Akaashi but with clenched fists and a tightened jaw, it was something you couldn’t do. For the first time in a while, you activated your quirk and relaxed yourself.

Noticing how your mouth was agape, Akaashi looked at your fist. Seeing how one was faintly glowing, he couldn’t help but recall all the descriptions you had told him. Spiky blonde hair with an angry look plastered on his face, there was no doubt that was Bakugo from your world. The one with softer features and tiny bits of freckles was Deku. Breathing in a little deeper, he found strength to look away and focus on the two exchange students.

‘Shit…’ Those were the words that ran through your mind. Trying to think of possibilities as to how and why they found themselves in this world was beyond you. Startled at the sudden poke from Akaashi, you accepted the small piece of paper on his hand.

Everything will be okay.

Meeting Akaashi’s gaze, you pocketed the note and exhaled. Your quirk was not working but his small note was enough to clear your thoughts for a while. If anything, all you wanted to do was to run into his arms and feel his warmth but for now you deemed it best if the two boys did not know about the pretty setter.

When the bell rang for the free period, you stood up and stopped Akaashi from following you. With each step you took towards them, your heart beat increased.

“Deku? Bakugo?” Your voice cracked but it couldn’t be helped.

Standing from their seats, Deku was quick to turn and hug you. Hugs from Deku were no surprise but the hesitation on your part made him let go and hold onto your shoulders. Bakugo eyed you from head to toe before scanning the classroom. Each person all looked like extras to him.

“Is there any place here where we can talk in private?” Deku asked.

“The rooftop is a good option.” You had to answer. Gesturing them to follow, you could feel Akaashi’s stare as you three left the room.

The walk was silent and quick but when the sunshine hit the group you braced yourself.

“D’you have any fucking idea what’s happening?” Bakugo asked as he leaned on the wall and placed his hands in his pocket. Red colored orbs waiting for your choice of words.

“Fill me in.”

“As of the moment, your body is in a coma. Everything about you is stable but your brain activity is showing constant activity.” Deku explained. “You’ve been locked in the clinic for two months now, (n/n).”

Two months? Did time move faster here? Remembering how you felt before finding yourself in this dimension, you deduced that you had fainted and ended up being a vegetable. The concern now was what were you supposed to say or react to the news? Anything you say could be used against you and Akaashi.

Akaashi. Your heart was aching at the thought of what might happen next.

“How did you guys get here?”

“All Might helped us.” Bakugo cut off Deku. “How long have you been in this hellhole?”

“It’s not that much of a hellhole, in all honesty. Everyone here doesn’t have a quirk and crime isn’t all that bad.” You wanted to shrug but that would only make things worse. “How’s everyone?”

“Everyone’s doing well but Todoroki isn’t...”

“Half and half keeps insisting that you’ve been communicating with him through your quirk.” He stood up straight and took a few steps towards Deku and you. “Why’d you stop?”

“I never felt a response.” It was a lie but held some weight. No matter how many times you tried to flicker your quirk, the response never came. To the point where you simply gave up. Or was it because you began to favor living here?

“How many months have you been here?” Bakugo spoke slowly which was new for you.

“7 months, turning 8. Time probably moves faster here.” For a moment, all three of you were silent. If it weren’t for the bell, you were almost certain that Bakugo would have noticed how you were less enthusiastic about their arrival. Though, the walk back to the classroom was a bit stressful, you made sure to avoid the third year classrooms. Ultimately failing when you were now heading down the stairs.

“(y/n)-chan!”

Of course it just had to be him.

“Bokuto-san?” You put on a fake smile. One that made him stop in his tracks and squint his eyes. “Are you having free period?”

“Yeah! Who are these two?” He pointed to the two people accompanying you.

“They’re my friends from Musutafu. They’re exchange students and I took them for a small tour.”

“WHAAA!” Bokuto extended a hand, to which both of them accepted. “I’m Bokuto, 3rd year. Captain of the volleyball team! (y/n)-chan’s our manager and she’s been doing a pretty good job! Come watch us play later if you have time!”

“Manager?” Bakugo repeated.

“Yeah! She helps in our prepping our matches and makes Aka-”

“Bokuto-san.” You butted in. “We still have classes but I’ll try to let them watch you later, okay?”

Taken back a bit, Bokuto laughed and apologized. Letting all of you walk back to your rooms, he couldn’t help but scratch his salt and pepper hair. This was the first time you ever cut him off mid sentence. He also didn’t leave out the fact that you didn’t tell them about being a manager. Turning back and heading to the cafeteria, he made a mental note to ask Akaashi if everything was okay.

By the time you three were now seated in your respective seats, you couldn’t help but shut your eyes and let out a long exhale. Grabbing your textbook, your thoughts took over. Absentmindedly, you crumpled the paper and flattened it, only to repeat the process over and over again. Feeling Akaashi poke your arm, you took the note and read it.

What happened?

Taking your pen, you scribbled a response and kept your eyes glued on your two friends. Making sure that they wouldn’t see the small exchange you two were having.

I don’t know yet. But, I’m scared.

Will you go to practice?

I can’t. I don’t want them to know about you.

If circumstances were different, that would’ve hurt. Of course, It still did. However, he knew why. The one thing he feared about you being from another dimension was coming true. Remembering their quirks, he knew he held no chances and that gave him such a heavy weight in his chest.

For the past 6 months of dating, the thought lingered but he always brushed it off knowing the chances were low. More so when even you couldn’t provide an explanation if he asked about the worst coming true. Jaw stiffening, he scribbled a response.

Where are they staying?

I don’t know. Probably near my house if the patterns are similar.

Do you think you can sneak into my room later?

I will. I planned on doing it anyway :)

All Akaashi wanted to do was to drag you out of the room and wrap you in his arms but even he knew that would only cause things to go downhill faster. Inserting the paper into his notebook, he met your stolen glance and gave a reassuring smile. One that was enough to show he too was scared.

The hours dragged and finally the final bell rang. Once all your stuff was inside your bag, you lifted your head only to be met with Bakugo and Deku. The silence between you three made Akaashi’s mouth dry. Not wanting to stare any longer, he took his sports bag.

“See you tomorrow, (l/n)-san.” Giving you a bow, to the others as well, he left the room and fished his phone out.

“Do you guys wanna eat?” You asked as the three of you headed out the room. Heading the opposite direction Akaashi went. It felt weird. You were supposed to be going to the gym and help out Yukie and Kaori. Yet here you were, walking with two of your friends. Friends whom you wished never came. “There’s a nice cafe here where we can talk.”

“Why are you so calm?” Bakugo spat out and stopped walking.

“How else am I supposed to act? If you think that I just straight up waved the white flag and stopped looking for ways to go home, then you’re dead wrong.”

“Then why do I get the feeling that you’re too comfortable…” His brow was raised and glanced at Deku to back him up.

“I’m sorry, (n/n).” He scratched his nape. “Kacchan has a point. For the past two months, your brain activity made no sense but seeing how things are, it’s all coming together now. Sero was right. If you really wanted to go home, you wouldn’t have stopped trying to communicate with us or even just Todoroki.”

“So…” Your eyes were wide open. “You’re saying you can bring me back to our world?”

“Are you implying you don’t want to be dragged out of here?” Bakugo retorted. “It’s goddamn obvious that you’ve created bonds in this place. That was the biggest mistake you could ever make.”

“Kacchan…” Deku tried to calm the boiling anger his childhood friend was showing. “Having to live here for 7 months and avoid communication is impossible. But the thing is, we need you. The sports festival is coming up and-”

“There’s a plan to rid Shigaraki once and for all.” Bakugo inserted.

“What?” As if things couldn’t get any worse.

“You heard me. If your quirk weren’t useful, I wouldn’t give a fuck but knowing with your help and strength, things might turn out for the better.” He took a step forward. “You wanted to be a hero, right?”

“Of course I do.” You held on to his gaze despite the increasing weight on your chest.

“Bullshit.”

“Think what you will, Bakugo.” You snapped back. Both boys staring at your clenched fists. Small beacons of light shining through. Despite your trembling shoulders, your quirk managed to control the overwhelming emotion of wanting to cry. “Just give me the day and I’ll…”

Behind Bakugo and Deku, you saw Akaashi, Bokuto,and Konoha enter the hallway. All three of them stared at you.

“Just…” Holding onto Akaashi’s stare, he nodded and assured you with a small fist bump to the air. Even from this distance, you could make out how his beautiful eyes drooped with sadness. “Just give me time to…”

Realizing that your focus was somewhere else, both boys turned and stared at their new quirkless classmate. The same person who said his farewell only moments ago. When Bakugo’s gaze shifted to you, he knew it right away.

“You fucked up, (y/n).” He walked past you and made sure to bump your shoulder. “Let’s go, Deku. Someone here needs to get her priorities straight.”

Once he was sure Bakugo was out of earshot, Deku held your shoulder and gave it a soft squeeze.

“The most number of days we can stay here is 5.” He explained. “With the machines over in our world and my quirk to sustain it, it’s the longest I can muster. But, I just wanted you to be aware that your parents signed a paper.”

“For what?” You broke away from your boyfriend’s gaze and focused on Deku.

“No matter what the outcome will be, you will be forcefully brought back to life.”

“What if I don’t want to go back?”

“You, yourself, know you don’t belong here (y/n). Everyone is awaiting your return. Todoroki hasn’t left your side ever since you fainted. Momo’s heart is breaking at the situation. You don’t have much of a choice.”

“Go to Bakugo, Deku.” You adjusted the strap of your bag and began to walk away from your friend. “I gotta do something.”

Seeing as how you were making your way towards him, Akaashi was quick to move.

“Bokuto-san. I don’t think I’ll be joining practice today.”

“Is everything okay, Akaashi?”

“Sadly, it’s not.”

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a/n: soo... important announcement :) i usually upload every monday and my drafts have caught up with the present :( my schedule was just super duper hectic this week that i wasnt able to prepare chapters in advance :( so the next update might happen two weeks from now :( hopefully, i can fit in writing in my sched T.T im sorry if yall are gonna have to wait a little longer for this one :(

but yeah~ Akaashi’s lineup is still very much open for those of you who want to be a part of this rollercoaster!

see you in a week or two! :*

#akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi keiji #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x bnha

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starrynite7114 · 4 years ago

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Could I ask for “we’re not finished. i’m not just going to let this go.” With Angel please. Love how you write for him ☺️

Thank you so much for the request love! Hope I did this justice! <3

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Tagged: @iambabyharry : @justahopelessssromantic : @carlaangel86 : @briannab1234 : @marvelmaree

“we’re not finished. i’m not just going to let this go.”

The bright California sun was beaming down upon you. You were currently enjoying the bearable California Spring weather as you made your way through the neighborhood. You just had to go out for a walk, but of course, proper protection was on. You had your mask and everything that you needed to assure that you were keeping not only yourself safe, but the others around you. Turning the corner, you were almost home and now, you were debating if you wanted to do another round of walking, but you stopped at your tracks when you saw who was sitting at your patio.

“Fuck,” you minutes under your breath.

You’ve been avoiding Angel since the beginning of the year.

It was a little complex, but basically, you two were fuck buddies and now you were dating someone. Alright, maybe it wasn’t so complex, but you wanted to truly give this guy a chance, so you told Angel. He didn’t exactly take the news well, but he stepped away, agreeing that it was part of the terms. He knew that you two weren’t together, so really he had no right to dictate who you could and could not see. What Angel failed to realize was that fucking wasn’t the only part of relationships, no matter how great sex was.

You were wearing a mask so you figured you could keep walking and you could check if he was there again when you got back around. But, Angel knew your figure anywhere and he was amused watching you walking by your home.

“Where you going querida?” He called out after you as you walked by.

“Walking, wanna come?” You didn’t even turn back.

You heard the jingle of his chains, indicating he was following you. You stopped walking and turned to face him and you bumped into him. Angel wrapped his arms around you to make sure you didn’t fall.

“Sorry,” he apologized as he steadied you. “You okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine, why are you not wearing a mask?” You questioned.

Angel held up his mask. “I was, but since I was coming into your home, didn’t think it would be a problem.”

“Angel, we’re supposed to be in quarantine, what are you doing here?”

“We’ve been avoiding the elephant in the room for some time, let’s talk.” He intertwined your hands and led you to your home. You could have put up a fight, but the last thing you wanted was for your neighbors to overhear since everyone was home. “And you really think quarantine is going to keep me from seeing you?”

“Angel, there’s literally a fucking law in place to stay home.”

“Yes, but we can see family members.”

“I think you’re interpreting this wrong, you’re not supposed to see anyone unless they’re in the same household.”

Angel didn’t say anything and waited for you to open your door. You unlocked the door with Angel following behind. He locked the door for you and took off his kutte.

“How’s Juan?”

“It’s John.” You corrected him. Every time Angel would talk about John, he would use any other fucking name that started with a J besides John. His name wasn’t fucking hard, you knew Angel was being petty. “You know his name, is there a point to you saying the wrong name each time you mention him?” You took off your mask and hat, along with your sunglasses.

Angel looked at you and he had to hold himself back from immediately wrapping his arms around you. The quarantine has been brutal. When you were ignoring him for Julio, he still saw you around since you made weekly trips to the scrapyard and at times the carniceria as well. But with quarantine in place, he hasn’t seen you at all. He missed you terribly. While he understood why you wanted to go on dates with Juno, Angel wasn’t exactly happy. You two had such a good thing going, friends with benefits, no strings attached, it was his fucking dream. You two were high school sweethearts, so it was just a matter of time before feelings came into play. Then he wanted more and you fucking recoiled from him. But he also knew you. This was your defense mechanism to a tee. “I don’t really give a fuck what his name is, he won’t last long.” He knew you weren’t serious with this guy, it was a good thing you were close to EZ since that’s who he was acquiring his intel from.

“Oh, really?” You smirked, turning to face the infuriating man before you. “So confident and why won’t he last long?”

“Come on baby, you can just have his limp dick for so long before you come back to me.” Angel smugly told you as he wrapped his arms around you, placing a kiss on your lips.

All too quickly, Angel pulled away and you were ashamed at the fact you chased after him. That stupid smirk on his face grew and you pushed him off of you.

“I’m going to shower, please be gone when I get back.”

“Can I join?”

“Fuck you, Ignacio.”

“You know I love it when you talk dirty to me.” He called out after you.

While you were in the shower, Angel figured he would make himself useful. He wasn’t going to cook, so he was going to order some food. He unlocked your phone, he snickered when he realized that you didn’t change your passcode.

“Oh baby, you want me to go through your phone.” He knew that wasn’t the case, but he was happy you didn’t change the passcode. It was his birthday, the passcode you both decided on when you gave Angel access to your phone. You weren’t hiding anything, you didn’t give a shit. Angel was a friend you can trust.

After he ordered the food, he placed your phone back down when it began to ring.

“Shit, that was fast.” He commented. But then he saw the caller ID and he just had to talk himself down from laughing at how god worked in mysterious ways. “Hello?”

“Who is this?”

“Her boyfriend, who is this?”

“That’s not possible, I’m her boyfriend.” John argued.

“Well, I think you’ve called the wrong number. Y/N’s my girlfriend, I know you two have been having fun, but you can go fuck yourself.” The man on the other line was letting out expletives, yelling into the phone. “Yeah, whatever, don’t fucking call this number again.”

Angel smirked, placing your phone back on the counter. He sat down, turning the television on, making himself comfortable. Unbeknownst to you, Angel was spending quarantine with you, he wasn’t staying at his apartment and he sure as hell was not staying at his father’s. He parked his truck a block away just so you wouldn’t see it.

The shower finally turned on and Angel had a devious plan. Taking off his clothes in your room, he entered the bathroom quietly and was thankful you had your music blasting. He opened the door to your massive shower and entered behind you, startling you.

“Angel!” You scolded, playfully pushing him on his chest.

He chuckled, before taking up your space, moving closer to you so that both of you were under the waterfall shower that Angel installed in your bathroom.

Cupping your face, Angel watched as the water cascaded down your face and down your body. He missed seeing your face and other body parts as well. He planned on worshipping you every way he can and what better way to start than in the shower.

“I missed you.” He leaned over to whisper in your ear, softly biting it.

You moaned. You wanted to fight Angel, you really did, but you missed his touch, his intoxicating scent and most of all you just missed him. He confessed to you and you just immediately told him that you wanted to date other people. You weren’t sure why you immediately went down that route, but it was your defense mechanism that kicked in. Insecurities from past relationships screaming and drowning out Angel’s voice.

Tilting your head up, Angel kissed you. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. Any memories of John were out of your head as soon as you saw Angel, if you were being honest. You always had a pull towards Angel, something you thought would go away with distance. He was your first love so of course you knew he would always have a special place in your heart. But no matter the distance you put between you two, Angel closes the distance between you.

“I will always love you.” He whispered against your lips as you two parted for some air. “You’re always in my mind, no matter how hard I bury you.” One of his hands made its way down your neck, then to your chest, stopping at one of your breasts, giving you a light squeeze. You arched your back, pressing against Angel. His hand moved down again, grabbing your hips, teasing you, making you wait for where you wanted him most. “Your scent is always so intoxicating.” He played with your clit then, causing you to gasp, he lazily drew circles on your clit and you felt your arousal increasing.

Just his voice alone was the death of you, but with his lips sucking on your neck, you were ready to give him anything he wanted.

Slipping a finger inside, you groan into his mouth, pulling away to let out a moan.

“Damn baby, that’s just one finger.” Angel smugly teased you. “Guess Justin didn’t do anything for you.”

Before you could reply, Angel slid another finger inside you, turning the water off behind you. He lifted you with his other arm, his finger still inside you as he stepped back so he could place you on the shower bench Angel conveniently placed there. He helped you renovate the house and he said it would come in handy. You innocently thought for shaving your legs and well, Angel had other ideas.

With half of your back and head against the wall and the lower half on the bench, Angel placed your feet at the edge of the bench. He placed a kiss on your inner thigh, one on each side. Spreading your lips, he took one lick before diving in.

“Angel,” you whined out his name. It was a sin just how good his tongue was. You hate Angel’s mouth at times, but whenever he ate you out, it was your favorite way of keeping his mouth occupied.

“Look at my baby girl, you look exotic as fuck.” He entered two fingers into you again, wrapping his lips around your clit as he moved his fingers in and out.

“Fuck.” You arched your back, your walls clenching around his fingers. Angel just knew how to make your body sing and it was such a great yet awful thing.

You came then, Angel lapping your juices before pulling away. You were spent and just looked up at him.

“Told you the bench would be handy.” He pulled you up, kissing you just so you can taste yourself on his tongue. Turning you two, he sat down and guided you to sit on his lap. Your hands were on his shoulders as your feet rested on the bench on either side of him.

He guided you down his cock, the tip of his cock just at your entrance.

“You gotta watch my cock stretch you out baby, I know you love watching that.”

You looked down as Angel brought you down his cock and you bit your lip, enjoying that burn, that stretched that his cock always provided. Though you had to say, it wasn’t about watching his cock be enveloped by you that enticed you, no, not at all. It was the intimacy of it all. Angel was your first everything and even if you’ve had others, Angel was the only one that made you feel this way.

“I’m buried to a hilt baby, you always take me so well.” He looked up at you, watching you bite your lip as you moved up and down. Taking his thumb, he caressed your lower lip so you wouldn’t bite so hard. “Let me hear your, you know I love fucking hearing you.”

And you love to hear him. That filthy mouth of his alone could get you to come.

Using Angel as leverage, you quickened your speed, moving up and down him with ease. You were so wet.

Angel stuck his thumb out towards you and you took his thumb into your mouth, letting go as he groaned at the sight. “You drive me fucking crazy.” He kissed you senseless as he moved his thumb to your clit, drawing circles at a much faster pace. Your walls were beginning to clench around him, his name basically coming out like a mantra from your lips. “Jerry ever make you feel this fucking good?” He wrapped an arm around you and began to thrust his hip upwards as you were moving down on him, the sensation just becoming more intense.

“Fuck Angel, you’re gonna make me come.” You looked at Angel, his intense stare just trained on you as it always was.

“And that’s what I want baby girl, for you to come all around my cock. Then I’m gonna fill you up baby.” Angel switched your position, pulling out of you in the process. He turned you around so that you were not bent over the bench, your forearm resting on it. “Look at that baby, your pussy is missing my cock.” He rubbed the tip up and down before shoving his cock back in.

“Yes,” you breathed out.

“Didn’t answer my question baby, did Jacob ever make you feel this way?”

You shook your head.

“Use your voice baby girl, you know I love hearing it.”

“No, he didn’t.” You gave Angel what he wanted and the truth. You hated feeding Angel’s ego but you would give anything to him right now and he knew it.

Hooking your knees with his arm, he pushed your knees back, spreading you wider. Angel was hitting deeper in this position and you were just a moaning mess. He was always so good, you’ve had your fair share of great sex partners, but Angel Reyes was at the top of his game.

“Mi reina,” Angel always called you that, regardless if you two were a couple or just friends. It was a habit he said, but it always did something to you. He leaned over to kiss you, your back arched as Angel kept hitting that spot that only he seemed to be able to hit with you. His kiss was intoxicating and you had to move your head away, you feel like you couldn’t breathe.

Your walls were clenching his cock again and Angel hasn’t had you for some time. He knew he was going to come soon. He picked up his pace and rubbed your clit as well.

“No, no, it’s too much.” You tried to push Angel’s hand off your clit, but you didn’t really have the strength to do so.

“Too much? You know it isn’t too much.” Angel smirked down at you. “Jeff just didn’t know where your fucking clit was.”

You really wanted to fucking laugh since that was true, but you can feel that familiar feeling in your stomach, your walls were clenching Angel and with the way his hips were moving you can tell he was about to come too.

He moaned your name, eyes opening and connecting with yours. He loves making eye contact with you as you came, as you both did. He loves seeing you come undone due to his doing.

“You coming baby?”

You just moaned out his name, arching your back as you came. Angel came right after you, spilling his seed into you. He kissed you again, a slow sensual kiss. Pulling out of you, he looked down as his cum came out. Pushing it back in, he rubbed you again causing you to close your legs.

“No, don’t do that, you’re not allowed to do that.” Angel opened your legs again. “This is my favorite sight in the world.”

“You’re such a guy.” You sat down.

“Come on let’s shower.”

And you two did this time. Angel scrubbed you and he returned the gesture. He held you in the shower, kissing you, telling you just how much he missed you. But the guilt began to seep in. You were dating someone and you really wanted to make it work. Angel was being a prick and you knew it. But it was so hard to deny Angel. The only time you were really able to stand your ground was when he broke up with you so you could have a better future instead of being stuck with him in Santo Padre. So you did, you left. And not even four years later, you were back in his fucking arms and you hated yourself for that.

You quickly exited the shower, leaving Angel behind and walked into your closet. Distance. Fucking distance was what you needed to assure Angel wouldn’t be able to convince you how great he was for you.

You changed into a tank top and shorts. Coming out of your closet, you found Angel wearing his jeans and black muscle shirt.

“Querida, when you wear things like that, you’re just enticing me to fuck you.” Angel was sitting on your bed, that devilish smirk of his on his face.

“You say that about everything I wear.” You rolled your eyes, walking out of your room.

“Well you’re sexy as fuck baby, I can’t resist you.” Angel called out after you.

You picked up your phone and saw a notification for Postmates. You figured Angel ordered and just ignored the notification. What did bother you was the text messages from John demanding you know who answered your phone. He had called a few times too.

You took a deep breath, not wanting to argue with Angel, but it was difficult when Angel was so infuriating at times.

“Did someone call for me earlier?” You asked him, giving him a chance to be truthful.

“No one important.” He sat down, changing the channel of the television.

“Angel, John called me.”

“Did he?” Angel looked over at you. “Like I said, no one important.”

“Angel,” you groaned. “Why are you doing this? We literally had a deal. Friends with benefits, if we find someone we truly want to date then we’ll end things, which is what happened.”

“No, you’re making it seem like that’s what happened. I know you, this is a defense mechanism. You’re pushing me away. I don’t fucking know why, but you are.” Angel looked over at you. “Why do you keep putting this wall between us? I know we started off as friends with benefits, but we’ve been through much more than that.”

“Oh you mean how you threw away our relationship so I can have a better life? Why do you get to make the decision for our relationship? Did it ever fucking occur to you that I actually wanted to be here with you? That I was incredibly happy to be here with you.” It was the talk that you two had been avoiding ever since you got back almost a year ago. You knew you should have had this talk, but every time you did, you and Angel ended up in your bed, naked and wrapped up in one another’s arms.

Angel closed his eyes and shook his head. He stood up and made his way over to your kitchen counter. You two had the counter in between you but you still felt close to Angel.

“I did what I thought was right, you were going to throw an opportunity away to further your career to stay with me, I couldn’t let you do that.”

“But that’s the point Angel, it was my fucking career. I can throw the fuck away whatever I want because I know what’s best for me.” You countered, the anger you felt all those years ago when he cold heartedly broke up with you was coming back. “This was a fucking mistake and I realized it early enough before feelings came into play. We’re done Angel, I don’t want to go back to where we were because I don’t know when you’re conveniently going to end our relationship to support my career. If you wanted to fuck around with other girls, all you had to do was tell the truth.”

“That’s what you fucking think that was? That I wanted to fuck around with other women?” Angel chuckled bitterly and shook his head. “I was ready to spend my entire life with you. I know we were young, but I was all in. No one else could fucking compare to you. Everything I did, I sacrificed, was so you can do better in life. I made my choice to stay in Santo Padre because that’s all I had, not you, you could go and be something and I wanted that for you.”

“Save the martyr bullshit, Angel. Whatever your reasons were, there’s no point in discussing it. What’s done is done.” Your phone buzzes again, indicating that you got a text message. Looking down, it was from postmates stating your meal was almost there. “After you eat your food, you can show yourself out. We’re finished.”

“We’re not finished. I'm not just going to let this go.” Angel scoffed at the idea. “You and I, we belong together. I fucked up and let you go, but that is never going to happen again. You don’t want Jamie, you want me. Regardless of the sex, we have a fucking connection that no one else will have with you. I’m sorry I let you go once, but believe me querida, it’s never going to happen again.”

Angel walked over to you, you stepped back till you were against the counter. “I love you, nothing is going to change that. No matter how much distance you think you’re putting between us, I’ll just close it because I can’t live without you. Give me a chance to prove it to you.” He took your hand in his, kissing the back of it. “Please Y/N.”

“I missed you every day I was gone. I was so miserable in San Diego, but I couldn’t find it in myself to come back. You didn’t want me anymore and when I did text you, you never answered. I felt pathetic.” You felt the tears welling up. San Diego was bearable, but you were always missing something and you knew where it was, you just became too stubborn to go back. “If I put myself out there again, how can I trust that you won’t just make a decision for me? We’re not kids anymore Angel, I know you want to protect me but you have to trust me. I can protect myself, you can’t fight every battle for me.”

“I know mi dulce, I’ll be better. I’m not letting you go, that’s not even an option this time.”

You wrapped your arms around Angel and he did the same with you. Placing a kiss on the top of your head, he whispered promises to you, promising the world as long as you came back to him.

“What did you tell John?” You asked after a few minutes of silence.

“Jonathan?” It was the closest he’ll ever get to his name. “That he can go fuck himself.”

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ohallthecrushes · 4 years ago

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Drawing you in, part 3 // Arthur Fleck x Reader

A/N: smut is coming for ya. ;D This time no cliffhanger, just the tension being released. Arthur is still creepy and cunning even, though the reader doesn’t realize that.

I’m sorry for any mistakes, it’s 06:03 a.m. here and my mind is too sleepy and i’m still at work for another hour. :(

Comments and supports are appreciated. Enjoy! :)

@call-me-harley-quinn @darkshadow90 tagging you cause I thought you’d like to read it. :)

Summary: Arthur loves you. He’s obsessed with you. After stalking you for some time and making a few conversations, he kidnapped you to his apartment. Into his bed to be more precisely.

Contains: dirty talk, smut

Word count: 4931

I was dreaming about touching you.

Those words were flying inside your head like a little bird trying to break out from a cage, but all it could do was bouncing off of walls in uncontrolled excitement.

The message behind of what he’d said was simple and clear. And the smirk on his face only emphasized the meaning of his sentence. You were thrilled and embarrassed of your own reaction as well as of the situation you’d been put into. Your cheeks turned a rosy color and suddenly you didn’t know what to do with yourself. You just stood there, playing with the strings of your short, you gaped at him and he tilted his head watching you for a moment in curiosity. The smirk slowly disappeared from his face as he looked down, eyes on the floor, and he licked his lips. He focused on his thoughts as if he was reconsidered his last words but you could see that his sudden confidence was still present in him, though he was starting to doubt whether or not he should had said it to you.

- You... - your voice was quiet and shaky but you spoke anyway - you were dreaming about touching me... w-where?

His eyes quickly glanced at you, dark and mysterious, they met yours for a moment and you shivered at how lustful he was looking at you.

- You really wanna know?

You bit your lower lip and nodded.

- I was dreaming about touching your soft skin - he answered with a low voice - putting my hand underneath your shirt and starting with your ribs as I slid my fingers over your skin, slowly and delicately, feeling how warm and soft it is... before I moved up to your beautiful breast, finding one of your nipples and brushed against it with my thumb until it shrank and got hard...

He stopped for a moment, waiting for you to give him a sign that you wanted him to continue and you did, nodding again as you watched him, more and more aroused.

- Then I think I spread my fingers and grabbed your breast, weighing the fullness of it in my palm - he smirked - It felt very real... Your body was warm and comfortable and I just couldn’t resist to press against it, have you as close to me as I could - he paused before he confessed - I was hard for you.

As much as his new found confidence helped him with telling you about his dream, his last words were spoken very quiet and with hesitation. He felt like he was risking now of losing you or winning you over if you, in any chance, had the same feelings towards him. As he was watching you under his brows, he already knew you were curious and excited, but he wasn’t sure if that was enough for you to make love to him. Oh, how much he longed for you to say yes to him, so he could show you how much he loved you.

He chuckled at how much his desires were taking over him right now. He’d never felt like this before, he’d never had such strong feelings towards any other person before you. It frightened him, because no one had awoken so strong desires in him before and he didn’t know what would happen if he simply gave in to them, but on the other hand, he wanted to let go. At least once in his life he wanted to just let go and do what he pleased.

- I was so hard I rubbed against your butt and kept teasing your nipple... You moaned in my dream and it was the prettiest and the most melodic sound I’ve ever heard.

You blushed even more as you focused your eyes at your feet, trying to stay calm and keep your posture straight as you ordered your heart to stop beating so damn fast.

- Then I think I moved my hand lower to your belly and played with the waistband of your short for a moment before I untied the strings.

You smiled at this as you started imagining everything he was telling you, but then you furrowed your brows and glanced at the strings. They were indeed untied when you’d started playing with them but you’d been so preoccupied with Arthur that the thought of why they were untied, hadn’t even crossed your mind. You always tied them up, because they were long and you preferred them being strung up in a pretty bow. Yet, they were unknotted.

You thought that maybe they had untied by accident when you’d been struggling with Arthur in bed, but maybe... Maybe... Could he? No, he’d said he hadn’t done anything to you, only had dreamed about it.

- Darling?

- Emmm... - you glanced at him with confusion - It’s alright, just... My strings are indeed untied - you chuckled nervously.

- I noticed - he acknowledged it, just simply agreeing with you as he observed you for a moment, taking some time to consider something. He shook his head in disbelief to the conclusion that appeared in his head - No, Y/N, that was only a dream, you have nothing to worry about.

You nodded waiting for him to continue.

- I was putting kisses all over your neck when the song started playing. Cliff Richard’s song, Living doll. Have you heard it?

- No.

- I like this song, I think it suits you.

- Suits me? You think I’m a living doll?

- You look so pretty like a doll.

You blushed again and smiled.

- Thank you.

- You’re welcome - he smiled back and got back to his dream - And as I was kissing your neck... I think I nibbled a little at your skin... I put my hand on your butt and slid it lower to- - his confidence once again failed him a bit as he needed to cleared his throat before he finished his sentence - to touch the sweet spot between your tights.

You gasped at his words as you felt a familiar throbbing inside of you. It was like you were listening to a porn and watching it inside your head as your imagination had picked up Arthur’s words and was forming them into very vivid images. You were so wet, you were afraid that your arousal might soaked through your shorts and you didn’t want Arthur to see it. That would be so embarrassing if he did and you would feel ashamed about it. Standing in front of your crush, hearing about what he’d done to you in his dream, and then he realizing how much it was arousing you? Fuck. This was too crazy to think about it.

He opened his mouth to say more, but suddenly he closed them and sniffed the air. He turned his head to look at the pan and he realized that the pancakes was burning.

- Shit.

He rushed to the kitchen and took the pan off of the gas burner.

You slowly followed him and even felt sorry for the wasted pancakes, but really, you didn’t care about the breakfast that much. You only were thinking about the way he'd described his dream to you. It was the only thing that you were focused on now. There were so many details in it and it felt so realistic and stimulating. He had a really vivid and good working imagination. Too bad he was now preoccupied with trying to safe your breakfast, you wanted him to finish his story.

Him brushing your nipple, touching your pussy, kissing and nibbling at your neck... You definitely wanted to hear more.

You placed your hand on your neck and rubbed against the skin there, just trying to imitate his touch on you. He didn’t see what you were doing as you were slowly touching the side of your neck, sliding your fingers up and down, down and up.

You watched his silhouette, his worn out but gentle hands touching things, his fingers grabbing a panhandle, his eyebrows furrowed as he was hyperfocused on everything he was doing.

Your fingers drew a small circle on the crook of your neck and you felt a little sting in one place when you pressed there with more pressure. You slowly withdrew from the kitchen and looked around you. You found a small mirror hanging on the wall and you moved there to look.

There was a small redish spot on your neck. It wasn’t a bruise nor a hickey. But you hadn’t had it yesterday and it didn’t look like an insect sting. When you looked closer at the shape of it, it reminded you of a bite, but larger than any insect could had made. You weren’t sure, maybe your imagination was giving you a wrong impression, but it looked like a love bite to you.

You swallowed hard and started to think about the...worst? possibility. Could had Arthur made it? Could he left a love bite on your neck when you’d been sleeping? Just like in his dream?

But what if...

What if it hadn’t been a dream at all?!

- Doll?

You turned around and looked at Arthur. He was standing there, watching you attentively as he had been since you’d woken up. With the light coming behind him, his figure was swathed in shadows, increasing the dark and mysterious vibes that made him look so intimidating and compelling.

- What is it? You’re hurt? - he looked at your neck slightly furrowing his brows.

- There’s a... There’s a red mark on my neck and it looks like a bite - you explained - A-are you sure you were only dreaming, Arthur?

The crease between his brows deepened as he glanced at your face. His mind grasped your way of thinking and even though you’d put your thoughts into a question, it still felt like an accusation to him. Accusation that his ability to distinguish the reality from his imagination was defective again. He felt hurt by your words. There were too many people in his life questioning his sanity through over the years that he’d grown very insecure and sensitive to any signs or doubts that the reality might not be what he thought it was. Most of the time, he couldn’t find any evidence that what he thought was real, wasn’t in fact, or the other way around, and sometimes he was so sick and tired of doubting that he couldn’t stand when someone was telling him that he might be hallucinating again.

He’d been dreaming about touching you or he hadn’t? Was he dreaming now or was it real? How real could reality be if dreams felt as much damn real?

- It was only a dream - he said certainly, emphasizing the word only - I wouldn’t touch you without your permission. I wanted very much, but I was reminding myself to wait.

He closed his eyes, focusing on trying to block the doubts that was filling up his head now. If it had been only a dream, he could tell, couldn’t he? It felt very real, but... Also too good to happen. He wished it was all real, but could it be enough to actually make it real?

As he was focused on his own thoughts, you concentrated on your own doubts. He wouldn’t lie to you, but what if he was lying to himself? What if he confused dreams with reality? You noticed him being confused, even though he sounded very certain to you. He insisted you to believe him, but the red mark on your neck and the untied strings were telling you otherwise. And you still hadn’t figured out how had you lost your memory. You didn’t know what to think. You wouldn’t mind if he did touch you, but you want to be awoken and aware of it.

- Artie?

- Yes?

- Did I upset you with my question?

- No, no, Y/N, I just... - he glanced at you and smiled slightly, almost apologetically - I promised, I’ve waited.

- Waited for my permission?

He nodded.

- Till morning.

There was a long pause before you ask your next question.

- D-do you want to touch me now?

He nodded. His eyebrows raised slightly in hope.

The arousal you felt was pulsing inside your core way stronger now as you realized how close you were to make it happen. You swallowed and walked closer to him.

- You have my permission. You can touch me.

He glanced at you with mix of disbelief and gratefulness in his eyes. In that moment he stopped looking so intimidating. He was innocent again. His hands raised and hung in the air, unsure of what to do now. Where to touch you.

You slowly took his hands in yours and guided them underneath your shirt. His fingers gently brushed against your waist, making you laugh.

- It’s tickling.

- Sorry - he smiled apologetically and moved his hands to your belly.

He was touching you lightly but with more pressure, slowly sliding his fingers against your skin, moving them up and up your ribs until he stopped right under your boobs. He looked down at you with a silent request. You gathered your confidence even though you couldn’t help but blush and reassured him that you wanted this.

Your shirt was pulled up and your boobs were there for his eyes to see. He placed his hands flat on your breast and gently squeezed them before he used his thumbs to make your nipples hard. His every move was thought out and he admired every part of your body that he placed his hands and eyes on.

- You’re so beautiful, you know that? - he asked as he knelt before you.

You mumbled something incoherent, lost of words were you as you watched him putting kisses on your lower abdominal as your nipples were twirling between his fingers. You wanted more, more of his kisses and touches, you wanted him to fuck you here and now. Against the wall, on a carpet, in the kitchen, just wherever, but now.

You took a deep breath, understanding now what it had taken from Arthur to withhold himself.

- I like the way you smell here - he said as he inhaled the scent of your arousal before he pressed his lips on your shorts. The pressure against your clit and the view before you were enough to make your knees bend slightly. You supported yourself by placing your hand on his shoulder, while the other hand tangled in his hair.

He slid his hands down and tucked his fingers in the waistband of your shorts before he pulled them down to your ankles. His eyes wandered to your pussy and he licked his lips to make them more wet. He knew... he saw on porn movies that women loved being licked down there and he thought that if you taste as good as you smell then he would loved to lick you all night long. And if he got it right then you would come for him as many times as it possible.

But to get it right, he also had to start properly.

He stood up and took your face between his hands. Looking you in the eye, he leaned down and join his lips with yours. It was a soft and innocent kiss that he gave you. The first kiss of lovers.

He closed his eyes and felt as you slightly parted your lips, so he did the same. You captured his lower lip between yours and with that you both started kissing each other with more passion and hunger, naturally following each other’s steps. His lips felt so kissable and even though he tasted like cigarettes, he also tasted like something you always wanted to find, but hadn’t till now: gentleness, comfort and overwhelming love.

You pressed your body to his and rested your hands on his bare chest, gasping at the feeling of his hardness against your lower belly. You felt the hair that covered some parts of his chest and you brushed your fingers over his nipples. Touching his body was something you’d dreamed of for some time and you could finally feel how your dream was coming true.

His mouth parted from your lips as he kissed his way from your chin to your neck, nibbling at the exact same spot where the red mark was.

He thought that this time that he was allowed to do it, he could make it more visible.

He could do much more to you in fact.

He leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it slightly as his fingers were pinching the other one.

You moaned loudly and covered your mouth. If you were going crazy by nipples stimulating, you couldn’t imagine what power he would have over you when he slipped inside you.

He switched between the nipples and started sucking on the other, making you moan once again. The wetness was dripping down your thighs, you could feel your neediness grew in and through your abdomen.

- P-please, your mouth o-on my... clit, p-please - you mumbled as you glanced down at him.

He glanced at you back and smirked, standing up and grabbing your waist. He turned you around and put your back against the wall, before he sat down on his feet. Grabbing your leg he threw it across his shoulder and pressed his mouth onto your throbbing pussy. You felt his lips wrapping around your clit as he sucked on it gently, licking it with the tip of his tongue. You leaned your head against the wall and closed your eyes. This felt fucking amazing.

He smirked as he flatted his tongue to press it against your petals. He wanted to taste you and he did, which was crazy to him. He’d never had woman’s pussy for his mouth to eat and had never known the taste. But now that he had you in front of him, pressed against the wall, with your sensitive parts wet and opened up, he could finally feel what it was like to pleasure a woman this way.

He used his fingers to spread your petals and he rubbed the spot between them, feeling the wetness as he was watching your face, analyzing your reaction. He liked that you couldn’t quite control yourself, your expression was so easy to read, he could learn from it.

He played with your clit, using his tongue and his mouth as he caressed one of your legs, the one that you were standing on, the one that was shaking slightly from excitement.

He thought about entering you with his index finger, wondering how did you feel inside. He slid it lower to your entry and made a small circles around it. You were so soft, so warm, so delicate. The member in his pants twitched impatiently, painfully hard and throbbing.

He wanted to touch himself, to release some tension, but he knew he had to focus on you first, make you cum and then take you to bedroom to make love to you.

His index finger slipped easily into you, slowly moving deeper and deeper until he decided to pull back. He repeat that a few times still pleasuring you with his tongue and mouth. It surprised him how wet you were, your liquids were basically dripping down his hand and he wondered if he was really the one that had caused it. The wetter the woman was, the more aroused she was - that was what dr Sally once had told. But how much wet a woman could get? Arthur wondered.

You moaned and grabbed his curls, your hips were rolling as you were very closed to finish. You looked down at him, watching his closed eyes, his nose bumping against your pussy, his brown curls into the grip of your hand...

You felt another wave of pleasure coming through your body and you opened your mouth letting out a loud moan.

Arthur added another finger as he thought it was a good time to do it and fastened fingering you, matching the way your hips were moving.

You were on the edge now, loosing control over your body, fucking on his fingers as you pressed his head onto you wanting more pressure to be applied to your nub. You were cumming now, shaking with pleasure, moaning his name. More liquids were going down his hand and your knee bent as you couldn’t stand straight anymore.

Fuck, you were coming hard.

He let you ride your orgasm on your own, not quite sure when to stop pleasuring you. He slowed down fingering you until he stopped completely, but stayed inside you, feeling your walls clenching around his fingers. His hand was all wet, and he liked it even, the evidence of your climax were all over his hand. That was a really nice view.

You opened your eyes as the last weaker wave of pleasure ran down your body and waited till you were able to control your body reactions again. You looked down at him and smiled shyly. You hadn’t expect yourself to cum this hard and you were almost sorry that your liquids were everywhere, down your legs, all over his hand and even on the floor underneath you.

- That was... wow! Arthur, you were amazing - you said as you saw his cheeks turning pink - But also I’m so sorry for the mess...

He didn’t replied, just looked at you with a small smile on his face as he slowly pulled out of you. He didn’t mind the mess, not at all. He’d made you felt so good you climaxed. He didn’t know why would you apologize for that.

You watched him as he observed his fingers for a moment before he put them into his mouth and sucked your arousal off of them. He didn’t do it to turn you on, he did it to show you that it was okey or even more than okey that you’d made a mess. It was also out of curiosity, he wanted to know the taste of you after you cum.

- Mmmm - he murmured - much sweeter.

He stood up and pulled you closer to him to kiss you. You tasted yourself on his wet lips and his tongue that was dancing with yours for a moment. After a while he pulled away to ask you a very important question.

- Do you want to - he started in a low voice as he looked you in the eye - to make love to me?

You nodded.

- Yes - you replied keep nodding as your lips curled up into a big smile - God, yes.

He chuckled relieved that he had you willing for him and he took your hand to lead you to the bedroom.

He wanted to lift you and carry you there, but that would he save for your wedding night.

As you laid down on a mattress with your legs spread, he removed his pants and freed your cock that was glossy with pre cum already. His shaft was thick and veiny, all hard and ready to enter you.

He crawled onto the bed and hovered above you with his hands placed on sides of your head.

He pressed a kiss onto your lips and lowered himself, rubbing against your clit a few times.

- It’s... - he closed his eyes, not sure how to say it - I’m afraid it’s... - he sighed - I’m not gonna last long it’s my f- I mean... If you’re okey with...

You kissed his cheek. You wanted him to know that you accepted him and wanted him to feel as good as he’d made you feel a moment ago.

- It’s alright, I understand.

You reached down with your hand and wrapped your fingers around his shaft, guiding it to your entrance.

You looked each other deep in the eyes, recognizing each other’s feelings and needs, and took the time to appreciate the moment you had, seeing yourselves in the eyes of another. You communicated with no words, because you both knew that no words could express of what you both felt at that moment.

He entered your warm and tight walls with a slow push. You bit your lower lip feeling him going deeper and stretching you the way that gave you an irresistible pleasure. He fit perfectly inside you as if his shape and length was made for you. He kissed you as he stayed still for a moment, remembering that women needed some time to adjust.

Little he knew that you were so ready for him that you adjusted to him almost immediately.

You wrapped your legs around his hips and made him push into you slightly. He understood and started to move, pulling out and pushing in, slowly but deep as he lowered down to rest his forehead against yours.

- Does it feel good? - he asked.

- It feels more than good.

- I’ve been dreaming of making love to you.

- I know... Me too.

He smiled as he still was looking into your eyes, cherishing this intimate moment that was between you two. The feeling of being inside you, of filling you and giving you pleasure was the best thing he’d ever felt in his entire life. He’d never experienced sex before even though it was one of his dreams to become intimate with someone. He knew he could go and pay a hooker, but that was too instrumental for him, too indifferent and deprived of any feelings or bond.

And sex was always more than sex to him. That was why he’d waited. He couldn’t just have sex with you. He was making love to you.

He closed his eyes and parted his lips. His pace fastened and his movements became more rigid as he was close to climax. He looked so attractive right now as you looked at him. With his curls bouncing, his eyes shut and his muscles tightened. He was even moaning quietly and you loved how he made you feel.

You held him closer to you, your hands wrapped around his body as he started move instinctively towards his own release.

- I... I’m gonna-

- Yes, Arthur, come inside me, I want you to.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck and growled, slowing his thrusting. He pumped his load inside of you with deep and erratic thrusts, sending shivers down your spine. You moaned as well, surprised by your second climax that was building inside of you. You were so close to it that you used your legs to guide Arthur to thrust into you a few times more, before you cum too, clenching your walls around his cock.

You both rode your orgasms right to the end and stood still for a longer moment, taking the time to come back to your senses. You rested your hands on Arthur’s back as he was breathing against your neck. You had his weight on your body and you could feel his heart beating as fast as yours and you could smell his sweat on his skin.

Everything about this was perfect.

- We really... - he breathed onto your skin - we really did this?

- Yeah... And it felt amazing.

- It was amazing - he agreed as he tilted his head to look at you - I’m so happy that I’ve waited for you.

You slightly squinted your eyes not sure of what he meant.

- That you waited till morning or...

- That I’ve waited all my life. I didn’t know who i was waiting for, but now I know it was you - he smiled before he kissed your forehead - And it was worth to wait, baby.

- I’m your first... - you couldn’t believe this.

- Mhm - he pressed another kiss onto the tip of your nose - And my last.

- Are you asking me to be your girlfriend? - you chuckled, not quite believing his words.

- Yes? - he asked with a hope in his voice.

You blinked in consternation. You thought if this was what you should agree to. You had crush on him, yes, you fell in love with him even, but you didn’t know him that well. And he didn’t know you. You were both admiring each other from a distance, but never dating. You felt like he had already planned his life with you, which was ridiculous and probably you got the wrong impression. He wouldn’t get so far with his imagination, would he?

He lifted off of you, but was still observing you, waiting for your response.

You opened your mouth and hesitated for a moment before you decided with a smile.

- Yes, I want to be your girlfriend.

He smiled and chuckled satisfied as his presumption was proven correct. You agreed to become his girlfriend, his one and only, just like he’d thought you would. He was sure you would also agree to live with him in his apartment and wake up every morning in his arms.

He smiled. This dream of his was going soo well for now.

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the-minus-four · 5 years ago

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Summer

Summary: A romantic trip away... Rating: 18+ (Smut) WC: 2292 Tags: Tom Hiddleston x reader, smut, Dom/sub, spanking, choking, use of safeword, bondage, sex in public, bdsm. A/N: here’s the final installation in my first fic, I really hope you enjoy it!

The car engine roared as you sped along the road with classic rock music blasting from the radio, the pair of you singing loudly. Tom had booked you a weekend away together during a break from his filming, so you were on your way out of London, on a little countryside holiday to enjoy the sunshine. Having mentioned that you enjoyed the occasional countryside walk, it wasn’t long before he’d decided to take you on a hiking trip. You were suddenly regretting mentioning you liked walks, what you meant was strolling through the woods on a sunday afternoon trying to pet as many dogs as possible. You weren’t sure you’d be able to keep up with his long legs and the fact he was much fitter than you, but he was taking you away anyway, although he hadn’t yet told you where. You were headed north, you knew that much, and you’d ruled out Norfolk, as you had moved westwards. Every so often, Tom would move his hand to rest on your thigh, sending warmth through you and your heart fluttering.

The thought of being able to spend some quality time with him, away from the bustling heart of London, was going to be refreshing. Being surrounded by quiet, and Tom, and able to be out and about without being surrounded by photographers. He had booked a holiday cottage under your name to minimise the chance of being recognised, and prepaid so you could be completely alone with each other, which sounded delicious.

Pulling to a halt outside the cottage, Tom climbed out and grabbed your bags from the boot of the car. He moved the bags inside, searching the property to make sure everything was in order, before turning to see you stepping out of your shoes clumsily. You blushed as he laughed at you, and he scooped you into his arms, kissing you gently. The warm breeze flew through the open door, and you turned to shut it. Walking through the cottage you explored a little, spying a hot tub through the french doors leading to the back garden from your bedroom. You were going to enjoy that later.

“Get your walking boots on, let’s go out,” Tom said, and you rummaged through your bag finding a baseball cap to put on, to protect you from the sun. You pulled out your boots from the bag, shoving them on and over your jeans.

“Where are we going?” you asked, looking up to Tom.

“I know a route,” he said, smiling, and packing a backpack with some water, a picnic, and rope. You looked at the rope curiously, wondering if you were going climbing or something.

Tom had taken you through a trail, thankfully it was mostly flat, and you were surprised when it opened up a little. He slid his bag off and pulled out a blanket, placing it near the edge of the clearing in the shade, it was midday by now, and the sun was streaming through the gap in the trees. He sat down, leaning against a tree, and reaching for your hand he pulled you down towards him. You sat cross legged in front of him, and rocked forward planting a kiss on his lips. He opened his mouth wider, kissing you deeper as his hand reached up and cupped your cheek tenderly. He bit down on your bottom lip as he pulled away from you.

“You’re so hot baby,” his blue eyes filled with lust, “such a good girl.”

“Yeah? I do try, I wanna be the best for you,” you giggled coyly.

“Such a good little whore, you gonna show me what a slut you are for me?” This sent tingles to your core, and you became wet at his words.

“What should I do, sir? How can I show you?”

“Strip.” The command was clear, but surely he didn’t mean right now? You were in the middle of a forest, anyone could see you. You hesitated and stared at him blankly. His hand snapped to your throat, and his grip constricted your neck. “Did I stutter slut? STRIP.” Tears formed in your eyes as the pressure on your neck increased, and your hands reached to your shirt, pulling up to reveal your stomach. Tom released your neck, and his hands slipped around you, unclasping your bra to reveal your nipples, hard from the sudden exposure, despite the warm air. As you lifted your top over your head, Tom pushed you backwards, holding your hands together, “stay there.”

You heard him rummage in the bag above your head, and felt the rope snake around your wrists, trapping your arms above your head with your t-shirt covering your face. He dragged you around by the rope, and you heard him rustle above your head. The rope tightened and you tried to pull down, testing whether you were tied up. Had he tied you to the tree? You panicked a little, you were tied up, blindfolded by your own shirt and your breasts were exposed. What if someone saw you?

“Tom?” you asked, you couldn’t hear him.

“Yes baby?” your heart slowed down, hearing his voice reassured you a little.

“Are you sure about this?”

“You don’t want me to show off what a good little slut I’ve got? You don’t want to show me how good you can be? I want to show everyone how good you are baby,” his voice both teasing you and calming you down. “You’re perfect, babygirl.” His voice was closer this time and his shadow came closer, placing his lips around one of your nipples, hand gliding to pluck at the other. You could feel his hard cock through your leggings, rubbing against your slit, teasing you. Relaxing a little, you moaned softly. Tom kissed down your stomach, his hands grasping your waist as he moved downwards, every touch making you feel electricity run through you and warmth into your core.

He pulled your leggings over your hips and you lifted them a little to allow him to pull them down. Leaving them at your ankles, you were now exposed and restricted, unable to move your arms or your legs. Before your brain had time to think you felt Toms long fingers slide between your legs. They quickly became coated in your wetness, and he circled over your clit. Leaning your hips into him your body begged for more but he moved his hand with you, never giving you more pressure.

“Easy now tiger, thought you didn’t want to be such a needy slut, exposed in the woods like this,” he goaded you.

Whimpering you replied, “sorry sir, just feels so good when you touch me.” Breathing out slowly to steady yourself you moaned gently, his fingers unrelentingly slow circling your nub.

He continued teasing you, keeping you close, but never allowing you to get close to release. His fingers suddenly disappeared from between your legs. Soon replaced by his tongue running through your folds you bucked into him desperate for more. His palm reached up for your stomach and pushed you back down, whilst his other hand reached between your legs once more and two fingers entered you instantly stretching you out. You moaned loudly at the sudden intrusion, and Tom chuckled sending vibrations through you.

“Careful baby, or you might attract an audience. Unless that’s what you want of course…” he trailed off, continuing to lick and tease you. His fingers began to fuck you harder and harder and you were close to the edge within a minute.

“I’m gonna cum, sir, please?” you begged unashamedly.

“Cum for me baby, I wanna feel you around my fingers, on show for everyone. Show me what a good slut you are.” His hand pushed down on your stomach as you tightened around him, coating his hand in wetness as it trickled down you.

You came down from your high with a crash. Fuck, you’d never squirted before, fuck. You panicked.

“Orange, orange orange!” You cried out quickly, and he pulled away from you, gently removing his fingers.

“Are you okay, Y/N? What’s the matter?” he began to untie your hands, knowing you needed to see him to feel safe.

“I just... it was really intense. And I’ve never, um, never done that before.” you tripped over your words, blushing. Your hands released from the rope and you began to sit up, pulling your top down. You looked up to Tom, his blue eyes examining your face full of concern.

“You’re safe baby, and the way you let go around my fingers, it was beautiful. You’re beautiful.” He wrapped his arms around you, pulling your head into his chest. You breathed in his smell and relaxed into him. You reached around him, holding him closer despite the fact you couldn’t really get much closer, and he kissed your head tenderly.

***

You had redressed and curled up in eachothers arms, eaten your picnic and carried on walking, a bit slower, meandering through the trails. The walk back allowed you to relax, although Tom kept close and you had caught him just watching you trying to make sure you were okay.

You arrived back at your cottage aching a little and hot from walking in the mid-afternoon heat.

“I’m gonna go for a shower,” you said, turning to see Tom kick off his shoes. Your earlier arousal stirred in you. Showing you off like that, even though there was no one there, that had really hit your buttons in all the right ways. You didn’t know you liked exhibitionism, but maybe it was worth another go.

You strolled into the ensuite bathroom thinking over your earlier orgasm. You’d enjoyed it, it was so unexpected though, and that’s where you had become upset, and insecure about soaking his hand. Remembering his hand putting pressure on to your stomach, you realised he had helped you there, he’d wanted you to. The warm water trickled over you, relieving some of the tension you’d been feeling, and you mused on that thought for a while.

Turning the water off, you stepped out and wrapped a towel around you. Quickly squeezing your hair in the towel, you padded out of the bathroom to see Tom lying on the bed.

“You were trying to make me squirt weren’t you?” He looked up at you, studying your face, trying to judge whether you were mad at him. “Taking me to a secluded clearing in the woods, you tied me up, knowing I wouldn’t release like that without being pushed to my limits.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He looked distraught, and terribly guilty. You couldn’t bear taunting him when he felt so bad.

“Don’t apologise. I guess I’m more of a whore than I thought I was… guess I liked the way you wanted to show me off.” His eyes darkened, and he jumped off the bed. Grabbing your wet hair he pulled you over to the french doors, shoving you against them and ripping off your towel. Your breasts pushed up to the cool glass, and he kicked your legs apart. A hard slap landed on your ass.

“You’re going to pay for winding me up like that. I felt bad. I wanted you to give into me. I’ve been fair too nice to you recently, I think you’ve forgotten whose pussy this is.” Without warning, his long fingers pushed inside you, filling you. He pulled them out again quickly, landing another hard slap on your ass.

“I’m sorry sir,” you grinned, knowing you’d wound him up.

His hand twisted your Y/H/C hair and tilted your neck back. His hand came down on your ass again and again, and your skin began to burn.

“You really want to tease me, and wind me up like that, Y/N? You’re a little brat, aren’t you? Well baby, you really shouldn’t have,” he growled, and you felt the tip of his cock fill you. You screamed at the sudden intrusion inside you. Fuck, you were full.

“Hands on the glass, and don’t fucking move them.” You obeyed without question, sensing his darkened tone. He pulled your hips back, filling you further. You mewled at the fire burning through your stretched pussy. Another slap landed on your ass, and his hand ran up your back before grasping your shoulder. He slowly pulled his cock out, leaving just the tip inside you.

“You belong to me, you are mine to use.”

“Yes sir.” He pushed back into you, fucking you hard, and without care, his hand on your shoulder ensuring you couldn’t move away. Screaming around him, you felt the coil snap inside you unexpectedly, and you tightened around his length. His pace continued, and before long you were on the edge again. Tom reached around you and squeezed your nipple hard.

“Look at what a slut you are. On display again, screaming around my cock. I want to feel you cum around my cock again, babygirl. I want you to cum like the desperate whore you are.” His words tipped you over the edge, and he moaned loudly as you clenched around him once more. He grasped your hips again, fucking you hard as you came. His fingers dug into you as he filled you.

Leaning forward he kissed your shoulder, and pulling out slowly he turned you to face him. You panted together, paused in the moment as you both came down from your highs and caught your breath. His arms were still wrapped around you and he picked you up, carrying you to the bed, and placed you down.

His eyes fixed on yours, “you are everything to me, Y/N.” His lips caught yours, kissing you deeply.

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“Damnit, bp is 183/111.” A nurse says after they get me on a gurney and she takes my blood pressure, twice. “Mrs. Sixx is your head or chest hurting, vision blurring?” She asks me and I nod my head, my eyes closed, still struggling to breathe, my skin beginning to get sticky with sweat.

“My head.” I tell her.

“Okay, I need you to keep your eyes open for me just for a little bit, so you can tell me if things start looking fuzzy, alright?”

I nod and she smiles reassuringly at me.

“Just stay as calm as possible and we’ll get your blood pressure under control.” She states, beforing looking at the nurse walking on the other side of the gurney. “I need an IV of Beta-blockers.” She tells her, and in what feels like seconds, she's scrubbing at the crook of my elbow with an alcohol pad, before I’m feeling the pinch of a needle sliding into my skin.

“Where’s Duff? The guy I came in here with?” I ask, trying to calm myself down, but I don’t think it’s working.

“He’s filling out some paperwork for you while the desk contacts your emergency contact to let them know the situation and then he will be right here with you as soon as we get you stable.” She informs me and I feel panic in my chest, as I try to sit up, only for them to gently push me back down. “Vivian, you are in a hypertensive crisis. You need to lay still and avoid getting yourself worked up even more.”

“My emergency contact is my husband and he is the last motherfucker I want to know about this!” I argue in between breaths. “Now tell the bitch at the front desk to leave him out of it or I will stroke out just to fucking spite you because I’ve got nothing to lose at this point!”

I sound pathetic, struggling to breathe, gasping out the words in the best scream I can muster, and she raises her brows at me.

They tried to stop Nikki from being contacted, but he was...well, they left a message to the machine at our house, which he ended up checking from his hotel room later that day.

They get my blood pressure down within a few minutes and keep me under watch for several hours, before my doctor finally decides it’s time to tell me what the hell happened, although with how many times I’ve heard the word “hypertension”, I’m assuming it’s not good.

“You had a transient ischemic attack, which, when you take the complicated sounding name away, is basically a ministroke.” He explains, and my eyes widen. “It’s not as major as a stroke, especially since this was caught before it could develop into something worse, but your brain was still not receiving the amount of oxygen needed in your blood because it’s pressure was way too high, but good news for you is that your brain isn’t showing signs of damage that can affect your mind like a stroke would. That being said, this does increase your risk of having a major stroke down the line. No one in your family has a history of stroke or high blood pressure, which typically suggests, more times than not, it is either something you took--medication, alcohol, drugs, etc. or it’s your environment. Is there anything you took, or drank, prior to experiencing your symptoms?”

“I took Nyquil...four doses worth in less than six hours.” I tell him and Duff looks at me, confused. “I couldn’t sleep.” I add.

“N-Nyquil?” Duff asks me, quietly, as if in disbelief. “You had a ministroke...because of an over the counter cold medicine?”

The doctor flips through my chart before pursing his lips.

“Are you still taking Nardil on a daily basis?” He asks me and I nod.

“Yes.”

“Okay, that’s where things went south.” He confirms. “There is a warning on the back of Nyquil syrup, stating that the way MAO Inhibitors, which is a class of antidepressant that phenelzine--Nardil--falls under, interact with the dextromethorphan HBr and the doxylamine succinate in Nyquil, has a high chance of causing hypertension--very high blood pressure-- which can really hurt the brain and the heart, and since you took eight tablespoons of it, it really is miraculous that you didn’t have a major stroke before you even got in the car to come here.” He adds and I feel shitty for being a complete dumbass. “I will give you a sheet of over the counter medicines to avoid before we get you checked out here in a couple hours.” He assures me before heading to the door of the tiny room.

“Thank you.” Duff says as he leaves, and he turns to look at me, trying to hide a smile. “Nyquil.” He states, raising his brows. “You can’t take Nyquil. Without--”

“--Shut up.” I state, trying not to start laughing because I could’ve really been in trouble.

“Oh, c’mon, Viv, you had me freaking out worried something horrible was wrong--which it was, really--but Nyquil?”

“I have seen idiots mix drugs with all types of mess and their bodies not even acknowledge it, but I take Nyquil…” I trail off, not being able to stop laughing. “...and it’s too much for me? Hell, at this point if I have one taste of a hard drug I’m just gonna croak over immediately.”

The two of us keep laughing for a couple minutes, until I’m sore in the stomach, and my watering eyes from laughter, are watering because the reality of everything that has happened to me in the past four three days, hits me.

Duff just sits on the tiny bed next to me, holding at my hand, wiping at my tears, giving me a big, encouraging smile.

“I love you.” I tell him and he nods, kissing my cheek.

“I love you, too.” He tells me. “This will blow over before you know it, Viv.”

Once I get checked out and we head back to Duff’s place, I quickly realize something I haven’t even thought about.

“Your album is coming out.” I say, looking at him and he glances at me, chuckling.

“Yeah.” He confirms. “In like, two days.”

“Holy shit.” I mumble. “I gotta take you guys out to dinner or something.” I rub my tired eyes and he shakes his head.

“No, no, it’s fine, Viv.”

“No, it’s not. This is a good time for you guys and I just came home all gloom and doom and shit all over it. I need to do something for you guys.” I explain.

“You’re not ‘gloom and doom’, you’re hurting. Which is normal for what you’ve been through, and being that we helped hide it from you, you don’t need to be worried about inconveniencing us. At all.” He argues.

“It’ll help me get my mind off of things.” I suggest.

“You don’t really need to get your mind off of it. You need to be processing everything and figuring out where you wanna go from here.” He politely tells me.

“I can’t go anywhere from here, Duff. Not until the tour’s over.” I laugh humorlessly and he furrows his brows.

“What?”

"Doc doesn't want us to split until the tour's over. Not that it should even matter. People don't give a damn about our marriage as much as Doc is convinced they are. It's not like the second fans hear we're filing for divorce they're gonna go on a strike over it." I roll my eyes.

"They won't care." Duff tells me.

"Exactly."

"...Do you want a divorce?" He asks next and I lick my lips.

"I don't know." I admit, tears coming to my eyes at the thought of it.

“Does he?”

“Duff, I don’t know, alright? We’ll just figure it out when the tour ends.”

“Vivian, that’s nearly a year from now.” He states.

“Well, then, I don’t fucking know! Okay?! I don’t fucking know!”

“I’m trying to get you to think about what you want to do because you’ll just end up putting it off and ignoring it like you do with all of your problems you’ve got with him.” He explains, keeping himself calm.

“I’ll deal with it later.”

“Viv--”

“--Duff. Please.” I give up, and he lets out a breath.

“I’m dropping it.” He mumbles.

After a few more minutes, he’s glancing at me again.

“We’re having a listening party for the album tomorrow night, by the way.” He tells me. “We’d really like for you to come, if you’re up for it.” He adds and a small smile comes to my lips.

“Yeah.” I nod.

“Yeah?” He asks, mimicking my smile.

“Yeah.”

The next day, I decide to go home and visit with Karen, trying to convince myself not to completely wreck the place the second I walk in.

She’s sitting on the couch with the TV playing in the background.

When I walk in, she looks up at me and gives me a soft smile.

“Hey.” She tells me, nervously, and I roll my jaw and look around.

I never noticed how many fucking pictures Nikki and I have up together from our wedding.

“Doc told me to keep an eye out for you, I was kinda worried when you didn’t come home.” She adds.

“I was staying with Duff.” I tell her, and she still tries to keep her smile on her face.

“Oh, um, you’ve got some mail, and Doc called and wanted you to call him back, and I’m sorry I wasn’t here when the hospital called. I just checked the messages late last night but Doc said Nikki had already heard the one the receptionist in the ER left.” She tells me and I let out a sigh.

“Great, something else to hear Doc bitch me out about.” I grumble, stepping to the phone in the kitchen, seeing the mail on the counter next to it.

I see she scribbled down the hotel phone number that they’re at now, and Doc’s hotel room number, on a paper pad and I punch the number in and request it to be put through to Doc.

Before I can get a breath out, I’m hearing all of it.

“Are you fucking out of your mind, Vivian? ‘Bless their hearts’?! I told you repeatedly what to tell the press and you don’t listen to a word of it?! And then you go home and end up in the fucking emergeny room?! What, did ya try to kill yourself or something, what the hell happened?!”

I raise my brows and blink a few times.

“I wasn’t paying attention to the warning label of some Nyquil and I took some to sleep, and it didn’t react well with my antidepressant. I’m alive, I’m fine, I wasn’t trying to kill myself, and would you rather me have said, ‘Vanity and Nikki fucked me over and everyone who was supposed to have my back, let them’?”

I hear his heavy breath exhaling on the other end of the line.

“Alright, Viv, alright. Just don’t say anything else to the press, please. The journalist at Rolling Stone is gonna be here in a couple of days, just please, please, please, be on your best behaviour. I’ve already talked to Nikki and he’s agreed to play nice, please, do so too.” He begs.

I didn’t want to “play nice” but I decided to so I wouldn’t make things harder for everybody, including myself, but just being blatantly hateful.

“Fine, Doc.” I agree and he sighs out in relief.

“Thank you, Viv.” He tells me and I roll my eyes.

“Yep.” I reply before hanging the phone up.

When I pick up the pile of mail, an envelope falls to the floor and I reach down to pick it up, seeing it’s addressed to me, from Playboy Enterprises.

I furrow my brows and open the envelope, grabbing at the paper inside and unfolding it before I read it.

“Dude.” I say to myself, furrowing my brows.

Someone had seen me half naked, demonstrating my flexibility, in the “Girls, Girls, Girls” video and a cover shoot for Playboy and a 12 page pictorial was on the table for $40,000, if I was up for it. Of course any other time I wouldn’t have thought twice...but this time, it was being considered.

“Forty-thousand?” Sharise asks me on the other end of the line later that day.

“Forty freaking thousand.” I reply.

“Who the hell wants to see you naked so bad?”

“I don’t know but I’m not mad at it.” I reply.

“Are you gonna do it?”

“I don’t know. Should I?”

“You just found out Nikki’s been cheating on you with one of your friends, Viv, I think you should take some time to think about it in case you make the decision to do it and then realize you shouldn’t have agreed to it, ya know?”

“I don’t have any money of my own, Sharise. If he leaves me, he’s not gonna leave me anything. I’m gonna be out of luck. I could use the money.” I explain. “And they didn’t say whether I had to be nude or not so I’ll look into the details and just go from there.”

“You are the absolute last person I would ever expect to take up an offer from Playboy.”

“Desperate times.” I shrug.

“More like, ‘what can I do to piss Nikki off’, times.” She points out.

“Vanity’s posed in Playboy before. Maybe he would've liked me enough not to cheat on me if I would've been more like her to begin with.” I sarcastically say, but there is a smile part of me that really feels that way.

"Don't compare yourself to her, Viv." She argues politely.

"I'm not." I lie, setting the letter from Playboy down.

I hear Skylar screaming and crying in the background and Sharise sighs out.

"I gotta go, Viv, I'll call you back later. Skylar just fell." She tells me.

"Alright, I'll come visit you guys before I leave." I assure her.

"Okay. We love you and we'll see you then."

"I love you, too, tell Sky I love her."

"I will."

"Bye."

I hang up and let out a soft breath, glancing at the number on the letter once again, rubbing my lips together before deciding to start getting ready to meet the guys for their album listening party before it drops.

For the first time in a few days, I look at myself in the mirror, taken back by how shitty I look.

The dark circles under my eyes are more prominent than usual, my eyes themselves look nearly dead, my hair is kinda nappy since I haven't brushed it in a couple days, and my mouth feels gross because I haven't bothered to brush my teeth.

I get in the shower, hoping it'll make me feel better.

The only thing it does is make me want to call Duff and tell him I can't make it tonight, but like I always do, I persist and finish getting ready, nearly fooling myself when I look in the mirror and make myself smile.

My doorbell is ringing within the next thirty minutes, and I'm spritzing on perfume as I hear Karen open the door to let the guys in.

I'm pulling my heels on, stepping into the living room.

"Hey." I greet Duff and Steven, and Steven's immediately hugging onto me.

"I'm sorry." He says, apologizing for the part he played in Nikki's bullshit.

I hug him back, not able to help but smile at how tightly he's hugging me.

"It's okay, Stevie." I tell him, genuinely.

He kisses my cheek and gives me one last tight squeeze before letting me go.

"Are we ready?" Duff asks me and I nod.

"Alright, we'll have her back home at a reasonable time." Steven tells Karen, and she chuckles.

"Stay out of trouble." She tells us as we head to the door.

"We will." I assure her as we head out the door to get in Duff's car.

All of their friends are there, everyone of them giving them wide smiles and big hugs as I hold onto Duff's hand as we weave through the crowd to the bar.

“Hi.” Slash says to me, sunglasses on, hat low, and I raise my brows at him.

“Are you okay?”

“Yep.” He replies, sipping from the Jack bottle in his hand, pulling out a cigarette.

“Can I have one?” Duff asks him.

“Yeah, if you’ve got a light.” Slash replies with a little grin and Duff pulls the lighter from his pocket and lights Slash’s cigarette before his own.

“You want a drink?” He asks me next and I look up at him.

“Water.” I tell him with a nod, suddenly feeling an arm slip over my shoulders.

It’s Izzy, and he looks like he’s been on cloud 9 for a little bit now, a loose smile on his lips as cigarette smoke flows from his mouth with his exhaled breath.

“Hey, you.” He tells me, and I lick my lips.

“Hey, asshole.” I shrug his arm off, remembering him yelling at me the other night.

“Ouch, am I on your shit list, too, now?” He asks me and I glance at him, making his smile widen, his eyes crinkling slightly. “I forget you’re sensitive, Viv.” He adds.

“Maybe me shoving my foot up your ass will remind you.” I state, Duff turning to hand me my water.

Izzy looks down at the clear liquid and frowns slightly.

“That’s why you’re sad.” He motions to it. “You need the strong stuff.”

I know what he means, but I try to play it off by saying, “what, sparkling water?”

“Izzy, man, she doesn’t drink.” Duff cuts in, lightly, but I know he’s being serious.

“Just making a suggestion.” Izzy shrugs, his eyes on a pretty blonde that passes. “I’ll be right back.”

He follows after her and I roll my eyes, taking a sip of water, as “Welcome to the Jungle” starts playing over the speakers.

Everyone starts cheering, all the guys stop what they’re doing, all of them sharing the same, proud smiles.

Once I’m done with my water, Duff, Slash, Izzy, Steven and Axl are all together, trying to gauge everyone’s reactions to their album so far.

Everyone seems to really like it.

“I’m gonna get another water.” I tell Duff, and he nods. “Do you need a refill?” I ask him, motioning to his cocktail.

“No, thanks though.” He tells me and I head to the bar, Izzy’s suggestion echoing in my mind as my eyes fall on the array of liquor bottles on display on the back wall shelf behind the bar.

My mind drifts to what would happen if I were to have a cocktail.

I step to the bar and order the last alcoholic drink I had, although accidental at the time.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I’m throwing back my shot of Tequila, nearly choking at the burn of it before feeling warmth radiate throughout my chest as it goes down.

Next thing I know, I’m seven shots in starting to feel less tense...even less tense when I try to walk and nearly faceplant, laughing instead of feeling embarrassed before walking as best as I can to the guys.

“Where’s your water?” Duff asks me, and I look at my hands, furrowing my brows.

“I don’t know.” I reply, honestly, and his brows raise and his eyes widen when he gets a whiff of my breath.

“Oh, shit, Viv, you smell like--”

“--Tequila!” I finish saying it in the way it’s said in “Tequila” by The Champs.

He’s stunned for a moment, and I’m trying to keep from looking him up and down.

“H-How much did you drink?” He asks me politely and I squint my eyes as I try to remember.

“I lost count after four.” I admit.

“Viv, I don’t think you’re supposed to be drinking with your medication.” He tells me.

“Doesn’t matter when the shit isn’t making me feel better anyway.” I reply without a thought, my speech starting to slur, my gaze focusing the best it can on the bottle in Slash's hand.

It reminds me of Nikki.

"I want Nikki." I say next and Duff can probably sense a storm coming, turning around and seeing the guys aren't paying attention.

"Hey, she's not feeling too good so I'm gonna take her home." He tells them. "I'll be back." He assures them.

"Alright, dude." Steven replies and Duff sits his drink down.

"Let's get outta here." He tells me, grabbing at my hand and leading me to his car, causing me to be sidetracked by the payphone.

"Gimme some change." I tell him.

"Viv, c'mon, you need to go home." He tries to guide me away but I refuse.

"I miss Nikki. I wanna talk to him."

"He's probably asleep right now, Viv. You can call him tomorrow." He suggests.

"He won't talk to me anyway. He hates me." I reply, stumbling to the passenger side of the car and he helps me stay balanced, opening the door for me and helping me get in before he shuts the door and walks around to the passenger seat.

It's a quiet drive home.

I miss Nikki.

He punches in the code of our gate and pulls into the driveway, helping me out.

I take my heels off and toss them down on the concrete, causing him to reach down and grab them for me as I clumsily make my way to the door.

"Here, here, I got it." He assures me when I try to open the door, singling out our house key from his car keys.

"I'm sorry for ruining your night." I tell him. "It was suppose to be a fun night--"

"--It was fun, Viv." He promises. "I'm going back anyway when I make sure you're settled here." He adds, opening the door. "I'll let Karen know what's up and--"

"Karen's out tonight, Duff." I cut him short, remembering that she told me earlier today about going out for one of her girl friends' birthdays, not able to keep my eyes off of him.

"Oh." He says. "Well, I can stay here until she comes back." He tells me. "I'll go ahead and get you some water." He heads to the kitchen, and a sick plan twists itself into my skull.

When he comes back with my water and hands it to me, I just sit it on the coffee table in the living room before turning to look at him.

"You need to drink that, Viv." He politely says, but I just step closer to him, and apparently he can tell what I'm thinking based off my expression because he's gently grasping my hand in his when I reach out to pull him closer to me. "We can't, Vivian."

"Why not? Because of Nikki? As if he gives a shit."

"But I do. I give a shit. And you're drunk. And you're heartbroken. And I'm not adding to the damage before you even process what's already been done." He states.

"You've wanted to fuck me for how long and here's your shot, and you're turning me down to spare my feelings?" I scoff out. "Where the fuck is Vince Neil when you need him?" I say to myself outloud, irritated with Duff, about to push past him to go to my room.

"Somewhere in the midwest, believing Nikki is still right for screwing Vanity." He argues, frustrated that I'm not understanding that he's trying to do the right thing.

I stop for a second, and turn to look at him, again.

"Vivian, I want to, but I can't--"

"--You didn't tell me about Nikki and Vanity, either." I remind him harshly. "So, when you think about it, you owe me, Duff." I hiss.

"I was protecting y--"

"--If you were protecting me, you would have told me!" I outburst, tears in my eyes. "You wouldn't have put me in a position that allowed me to be humiliated like that! Nobody would have if they were really looking out for me!"

He's got tears in his eyes now, and he exhales.

"I'm not gonna stay here and let you badger me for doing what I thought was the best thing to do." He says, walking to the door.

"Yeah, just leave me like Nikki! Just go get shitfaced and pout and end the night on top of another girl because that's how everybody else solves their fucking issues!"

He snaps around, causing me to bump into him from where I'm following at his heels.

"I'm not Nikki." He says through his teeth.

"You didn't tell me." I repeat weakly. "Nobody told me."

His frustration dissipates, and he takes a couple of steps to me, before leaning down, suddenly taking my lips with his.

The numbing effect of being kissed and held is potent, and a sick part of my mind pictures I'm with Nikki, and not Duff.

I try to keep my eyes closed the best I can to keep the illusion alive, even when clothes start being torn off, even when my legs are wrapped around his bare hips, my naked back against the wall and his tongue and mine dancing as adrenaline and ecstasy course through me.

With each thrust, I'm growing more sober, more conscious to the fact this isn't Nikki.

He stops abruptly, pulling away from me, furrowing his brows.

"Viv?"

"Yeah?" I ask, still not opening my eyes.

"Look at me." He says softly and I gently shake my head. "Viv--"

"--Just keep going." I tell him, my voice cracking, as a lump forms in my throat.

"Are you crying?" He asks next, and I finally look at him.

He looks horrified and guilty, as if he's screaming at himself internally for being shitty.

He's not shitty. I am.

"I'm sorry." I say next.

"Jesus Christ." He lets out, a single tear falls past his lashes and he's pulling out of me and putting me back on my feet as fast as he can.

"Duff."

He ignores me, pulling his clothes on.

"Duff, please." I grab at his arm and he shakes me off, putting his boots back on, sniffling, wiping his eye quickly, picking up his jacket and getting his car keys. "Duff, I'm sorry--"

"--I'm not Nikki." Is the last thing he says before slamming my front door shut.

"Vivian?" I'm snapping out of my daydream, seeing Steven furrowing his brows, the loud verse of "Mr. Brownstone" blaring in my ears from the club speakers.

"Yeah?" I reply to him.

"I was coming to get a refill, Duff wanted me to come check on you." He tells me and I look down at the empty water glass in my hand.

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine." I assure him with a smile.

"Okay, just making sure."

-> Gateway Drug | Part Sixty-Four (pt. 2)

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