#MAN all my stupid old jokes are not it today. it was hard to find something to repost

[alsojnpie]

[babydollmarauders]

OUT — JACK HUGHES

jack hughes x fem!reader

summary: in which everyone has been wondering about the hair tie on Jack’s wrist, and they finally get the answers they were looking for

notes: THANK YOU MADDY ( @thatintrovertedwriter ) FOR THIS IDEA!!! I’M OBSESSED WITH IT!! not proofread and written while heavily sleep deprived

a relationship was never part of my intentions when i accepted my job offer.

in fact, any sort of love was pushed to the far corners of my mind. my focus was on showing everyone that not only men can be equipment managers in the NHL.

i had gone through so much rejection. countless teams citing that they decided to go in a different direction, and hiring a male for the job instead; and though most of the staff would try to deny that my gender was a part of it, there was always that one guy that had no problem with admitting they didn’t believe that a woman had any place in the NHL.

as if the job was hard. as if i couldn’t hand players sticks just as well as any man could.

but then the New Jersey Devils came into play. they had heard some talk about me and were the first team to reach out to me. they offered me the job, and i eagerly accepted. i felt i had something to prove. my gender doesn’t diminish the performance of my job.

so most of the 2022-23 season, i put all my focus into my job. i was amicable with the players, making sure i knew any superstitions or things i shouldn’t do with their equipment, but i never let it pass into any real level of friendship.

and then Jack Hughes happened.

when he got injured and had to sit out for a few games, i was put in charge of keeping him company. for four games my job description changed from handing players new sticks, to babysitting a twenty-one year old, and i wasn’t happy in the slightest.

it felt insulting, and apparently Jack felt the same way. somehow in those four games, we went from sitting across the suite from each other, to bonding over how stupid it was that i couldn’t do my actual job, to forming a friendship.

and in a matter of weeks, our friendship blossomed into something more.

it started with him coming back to my apartment after rough games, watching movies and letting off steam by joking around and playing drinking games. then along the way, we stumbled into bed. one hookup turned into two, which turned into another, which turned into a date, and finally by the end of the season, he was asking me to be his girlfriend.

it took me a week to finally tell him yes. an entire week of struggling with the decision. wondering if, if i start a real relationship with this player, am i proving all those men who told me i had no place in the NHL, right? but ultimately, i decided that my happiness was worth more than someone’s opinion of me, and i told him yes.

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user83 is he wearing… a pink hair tie on his wrist?

user45 where?

user83 it’s on the same wrist with his bracelets

user16 omg you’re right

user02 is his hair even long enough to put up?

user77 @/user02 apparently

user91 what if it’s a girlfriends? oh my god

brendan.brisson Same time next year

***

i’m running late.

i’m running late and i’m rushing.

i’m running late, i’m rushing, and i’m contemplating breaking all rules of the road to arrive to work on time.

nothing is going right for me today.

i was supposed to have the morning off, so i didn’t set an alarm, but then i woke up to find six missed calls from my boss and a text asking if i could come help get equipment ready for practice because one of the other equipment managers came down with the flu.

then, i had to deal with getting yelled at because i didn’t have my ringer on and therefore, woke up after practice ended and didn’t come in and help.

then, i tipped over my brand new bottle of cold brew and had to spend almost an hour mopping my kitchen floor and wiping down the counters to get rid of the stickiness.

then, at the last minute as i was stepping out the door to head to the arena, my hair tie broke. and now i’ve spent the last fifteen minutes scouring my apartment for a new one, only to come to the conclusion that i have to leave now or else risk being yelled at for a second time today.

i give up entirely on my search for a hair tie, accepting my fate of wearing my hair down and rushing out of my apartment so fast that i almost forget to lock up behind me.

when i finally make it to Prudential Center, i’m able to clock in just before i’d be considered late, and i have absolutely no extra time to search for my boyfriend amidst the chaos of the season opener.

instead, i set off straight to the equipment area, working in tandem with my colleagues to make sure every players gloves, pads, and everything in between is ready, before i put each players gear into their respective locker room stalls.

i stack pucks in a high pyramid at the bench, ready for warm-ups, and line sticks up against the glass behind the bench, all set to be handed out when needed.

amongst the frantic running around the arena and getting things ready, i lose track of how many times i’m adjusting my hair; flipping it over my shoulder and tugging it out of my face.

finally, i get a split second to breathe, pulling my hair up in a makeshift ponytail with my hands as i stand outside the locker room, on standby in case any of the players need me.

“hey.” i instinctively drop my hands at the sound of someone talking, my shirt falling back down to cover the sliver of my abdomen that had shown when they were raised.

at the sight of my boyfriend, i sigh in relief, his chuckle reaching my ears as his arms snake around my waist.

“i scare ya?” Jack teases.

his helmet hits against my back, as he holds it in one hand. he’s all geared up, ready to hit the ice for the first game of the season, and oddly enough, i can’t help finding it incredibly attractive.

“just a little.” i huff, and a wide grin spreads across his lips. i smack his chest, but all that it hurts is his padding. “don’t be mean! i’ve had a bad day.”

his smile drops into an exaggerated pout, and he leans down to press a kiss to my lips.

“i’m sorry, baby.” i hum in acknowledgment, waving it off when he asks if i’d like to rant.

“no, it’s okay. i’ll rant later.” i assure him. “after you win your game.”

“our game.” he states, and i roll my eyes.

he’s made sure to never let me forget how much work i put into the team’s equipment and gear. citing that they wouldn’t be able to win without my help.

in his eyes, it’s as much my wins and losses as it is his.

“right.” i nod, patting his shoulders. “in that case, i’m gonna be very upset if you lose our game.”

his head tips back, laughter pouring past his lips, and it sounds like a melody in my ears.

“i’m confident. we’ll win this game.” he assures me, finally letting go of my waist and backing up. “if we don’t, you and i will never hear the end of it from Larks.”

ahh yes, Dylan Larkin. the Red Wings captain and Jack’s friend, whom i met over the summer while visiting Jack at his lake house.

“go!” i shoo my boyfriend off as the rest of his teammates begin pouring out of the locker room, heading off to line up, ready to hit the ice for warm-ups.

waving to the guys, who smile back at me in return, i head out to behind the bench.

as the guys warm up, i double check the bench stock of smelling salts, tums, stick tape, skate blades, and whatever else the guys may need during the game, before standing idly by.

*

finally, the game is underway, seven minutes left in the second period, and my boyfriend has already gotten a penalty in first for ‘roughing’.

i’m watching my boyfriend skate around the ice as i tend to his teammates, anxiously holding my breath as the clock winds down.

Jack zips across the ice, and i’m gnawing at my lip as he gains control of the puck. but before i know it, he’s just scored his first goal of the season.

a small smile splays across my lips, attempting to contain my excitement as he skates past the bench, bumping fists with his elated teammates before taking another lap around the ice.

Luke turns his head to grin at me, but he’s sidetracked as i’m interrupted by a teammate.

“y/n, can i get some salts?” Timo asks, and i nod, spinning around to grab some, my hair whipping in my face as i do so.

i let out a frustrated groan, turning back around to hand the little packet of smelling salts to number 28.

“you okay?” Timo questions, his brows threading together and i nod.

“it’s my damn hair.” i huff as he moves down on the bench, making room for my boyfriend and his line mates who now join on the bench. “i usually wear it up, but my hair tie broke and it’s getting on my nerves.”

wordlessly, Jack absentmindedly sheds his gloves off, pulling something from his wrist before holding it out to me where i stand directly behind him.

my lips part in surprise as my eyes lock on the pink hair tie that’s pinched between his index finger and thumb.

my hair tie.

“oh.” i breathe out, plucking the hair tie from his grasp. i smile, immediately pulling my hair up into a high ponytail. “thank you, love.”

he turns his head just enough to spot me, beaming back at me for a moment before turning back to focus back on the game that’s about to restart.

i lean forward a little, my hand lightly resting against the padding on his back, but he must feel the slight pressure because he leans back a little to show me he’s listening to what i have to say next.

“congratulations, babe. i’m proud of you.” i speak lowly, only for him to hear, before i stand back again, as though the interaction never happened. both of us focusing back on the game that takes place in front of us.

***

***

Jack lays beside me in my bed, absentmindedly scrolling through his social media, nodding along as i rant about my day.

“…but seeing you in the box was a plus.” i finish off my long winded ramble, effectively gaining his attention back at my teasing.

he locks his phone, tossing it to the side as he looks over at me.

“what was that?” he asks mockingly, raising an eyebrow. but before i can repeat myself, his fingers are working against the bare skin of my stomach.

my abdomen tightens as i laugh, squirming and trying to get away from his touch.

“stop!” i cackle, attempting and failing to push his hands away as he tickles me.

“no, say that again!” he chuckles, maneuvering his body now to straddle my legs so that i can’t run away, even if i wanted to. i shake my head wildly. “say it again! what was that? i don’t think i heard you right! cause it sounded like you just said the highlight of your day was seeing me get penalties!”

“that’s not true!” i squeal and he momentarily ceases his attack, tilting his ear towards me as if he’s listening closer.

“i said they were just pluses.” i defend myself, quickly following up, “the highlight of my day was finding out you wear my hair tie on your wrist.”

he looks down at me with a smirk, obviously quite proud of himself.

“stole that from your apartment.” he announces with pride.

“when?” i laugh, reaching up to cup the back of his neck, pulling his face closer to mine.

his hands now rest on either side of my head, holding himself up.

“the second time we hooked up.” he murmurs, dipping down to press a kiss to my lips. “you had complained that day when you forgot you hair tie at home. i never wanted you to be uncomfortable again, so i took one when i left here that night.”

i blink back at him in surprise, my heart thumping loudly in my chest, whooshing in my ears.

“are you telling me, you’ve been wearing that hair tie on your wrist, for the past seven months, just in case i ever needed it?” i ask.

“mhm.” he hums, his nose nudging against mine as he nods, the corners of his lips quirking up in a soft smile.

“i’m so in love with you.” i whisper, pulling him down to capture his lips in a kiss.

his lips slot against mine, his tongue slipping in to tangle with mine in a deep and sultry kiss, before he pulls away.

“oh good, because apparently our interaction tonight on the bench?” he pauses and i furrow my brows, nodding for him to continue. “yeah, apparently that happened while the camera was on me.”

a gasp slips past my lips, and he cringes slightly, nodding his head.

“yeah, we’ve been outted.”

we both let that sink in for a moment, pondering what our relationship will be like now that everyone knows. fans certainly analyzing our every move now.

but despite that, we can finally go on dates in public, and post each other on our social medias without panicking that we may have accidentally posted on our public stories instead of our close friends ones.

“i think i can live with that.” i finally break the silence, and he grins.

“yeah?” he questions, pressing a kiss against my lips, and i nod against him.

“yeah.”

[igglemouse]

Simón had spent most of his time in Oasis Springs agonizing over Frida, after all, he was only here for her and although his mental had improved now that he was more away from the world of his past there was still the issue of her and what an issue it was.

He wanted to go to her, profess his love of her, make her understand that in the end, he couldn't be without her and show her that despite it all she, more than anyone else, had made him vulnerable.

But part of him knew it would be best to let her go. To stay away from her. After all, his life was misery and ill fortune, tying himself to her was sure to bring her down and after seeing how well she was doing for herself perhaps the only step forward was one without her.

So, Tuesday morning he talked with her father and asked what he should do. It was no surprise that the old man wanted him nowhere near his daughter. "You know how this ends for you, Simón, it ends tragically," her dad said. "And both of us have bought enough of that into her life."

Simón begrudgingly agreed but where did that leave him?

I think I've pretty much settled into Pascal's place I mean here I am once again making him breakfast but it really isn't official official, you know? I believe both of us wonder if this is all going too fast but who decides that really? Maybe, it's going at just the right pace?

Either way, I'm here cooking Oatmeal buttermilk pancakes, hoping this fits into his very strict diet.

I don't get too far into the preparation before he joins in and offers encouragement.

"You must be the perfect woman," he tells me and I can't help but to wink and smile his way. There's always a risk with him that it can turn into more. Eh, not a risk, a hope...but he does say he has a game today and so he needs to be very very focused for that.

That leaves me with plenty to do and before I could make a plan on what to do with my free time it is Irene who calls me and asks to come over. I met her at the food stand a day or so ago if you recall and I'm more than happy to get to know her better. I feel like out of all the people I've met I have the most in common with her and so I hope this is the start to a beautiful friendship.

Before she comes over I have time to make some ice cream and also mix some lemonade. Summer is coming up hard and fast here in Oasis Springs and you'd have to be stupid to find yourself outside without a cool drink or a handful of ice cream or something!

She strolls right up to the house after she hears me outside humming and making lemonade. I invite her to sit, thankful for the shade, and she's eager to jump right into a conversation about our shared hobby. Being chefs!

"I work at the Selva place, you know the one?"

I nod my head, once again thinking of Simón and the date we shared there and ummm, what happened after. Best not to think about that. "The food was really good! I plan on going back some day-"

"The boss is an ass but a loveable one," she says, joking. "Won't even hire anyone unless they have 'heritage' or whatever, which is silly but-"

"Oh? Is he hiring?" I say, pushing right past the red flag she had put before me and focusing on the opportunity. "Maybe he might be easier to deal with if you have a friend there to help you out?"

"Well, yes? Maybe? I think he might be. I could ask him for you but...like I mentioned, he's a bit of an ass! Be careful with him!"

I tell her I will and to go ahead and give him a good word for me. Who knows if I'll take the offer, who knows if I'll be offered, but I always consider an opportunity.

After that she talks a bit about my stand and how she is just a little jealous of it. "It's pretty bold," she says. "You're all on your own so if anything goes wrong, you are to blame. Takes a lot of courage."

"I guess...I felt like I had nothing to lose," I say, thinking about how she was right but when I started my stand I never thought of failure because I've lived through failure and tragedy and I've come out stronger. "You know it is fun, thinking about the recipes and all that and-"

"That's my dream you know? Having my own place..."

That is definitely a noble and respectable dream, one I think I share...

Irene has to go which of course leaves me home alone or...well, that's not technically my home but you know what I mean!

I could have sat there and watched television or something but instead decided to head to the gym. If Pascal is out playing a game with the team or whatever he's doing then I need to stay fit myself and what better way than yoga?

It was the perfect time for it too since there was no one else around.

And being at the gym meant it is likely that I run into Sara who I think was coming from her own light work out herself. She was super excited to see me and asked why I wasn't at home earlier. "Came to ask if you wanted to work out but you just arrived? What have you been up to?"

"I've been at Pascal's place," I come right out with it, watching her eyes grow big with excitement and demand.

"Oh! Wow! You HAVE to tell me about it!"

She drags me to one of the seats, sits across from me, and gives me a signal to go on. Looks like I have little option here but to indulge her need to know just a little bit although there isn't much for me to tell her. So, I just focus on the general feeling I have when it comes to him.

"He's simple, in a good way I mean. Keeps to himself, works out a lot, very focused on his career."

"See, see!" She says, referencing my conversation with her and Marjorie days ago. "Is it true? Is he trying to get transferred to Real Del Sol!?"

"Huh?" I have no idea what she's talking about.

"O-oh, just a rumor, Oasis FC you know, small team, respectable, but he's bound to outgrow them at this rate," she says nonchalantly. "Off to a bigger club to hopefully win championships and stuff. I just wondered if you'd have like the inside scoop-"

"Nooo," I'm shaking my head, regretting that I really know nothing at all about his career but I do know what that might mean for me, for us. "We don't talk much about fútbol honestly, it's not something he's mentioned."

"Hmm, I hope he doesn't go. As an OFC fan it'd suck to lose him."

"Yeah..." well, as his girlfriend it would suck too. I hope he doesn't go either but maybe it's just a rumor with nothing behind it? I'm just now getting to know him and if he were to go to another city would he ask me to come with?

Either way, right now I'll think nothing of it and enjoy the rest of my time at the gym.

Tomorrow is Summer Solstice and hopefully that means a pretty fun and eventful day. Let's hope at least!

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[itsscromp]

Swifty

This story goes to fellow Swifty and friend @rogertaylorswift I hope you enjoy this :D. Word count:996

It was no secret to the entire team that your music tastes were completely different to Quill's. Sure you did like some 80s every now and then, But you were more onto the modern side like Dua lipa or the weeknd.

But my god if you ever get mentioned Taylor Swift, You would be on cloud nine and never come down, She was your favourite artist of all time. Listening to her from the very beginning, It was hard whenever you were asked to pick a favourite song from her. She was just incredible.

Rocket wondered where you had been all day, All you said was you had to go out for a little while and that was about it.

"Where did ya go humie ???" He told himself that, you constantly joke about how he worries for you whenever you go out on missions or in general. While he continues to deny that. It was true, I mean come on your his best friend.

He then saw a cargo ship hyperjump nearby, and soon began to receive a radio transmission.

"Sorry I took a little longer buddy, Had to get some stuff for the ship too." You said over the intercom.

"Well get your butt back on the ship, Better brought back more of those cookies with milk on them" He said playfully.

"You mean oreo's ??"

"Yeah that, Man those names are strange" He chuckled.

Boarding back onto the bowie, You then brought the bag to the main dining area and began to unpack, Once unpacked. You rushed back to your room with the bag still in hand, It was like you were eager about something else inside it.

Maybe it was a birthday present ?? Rocket thought to himself, No don't be so stupid, Quill's birthday was 2 months ago now and no others are coming up for now. So with curiosity getting the better of him, He went to your room and investigated.

Knocking on the door of your room. "Y/n, you in there ??" He didn't hear anything, to begin with, So he tried to knock again but still no answer.

He then opened the door to find you lying on the floor, with headphones in your ears. "No wonder you didn't say anything" He muttered to himself, Then he saw the portable CD player in your hand and then the cover next to you.

He walked over to you, Opening your eyes to see him looking at you. "Hey, what's up ??" You smiled sitting up.

"I tried knocking on your door, But obviously you are a little preoccupied" He smirked then found the CD cover, Picked it up and looked at it. "Taylor Swift ??" Like we discussed, He doesn't know much about the modern music you listen too.

"Yeah she re-released her album 1989 today and I just had to go down and get it, Oh it's so good so far !!!" You said smiling, slightly kicking your feet.

"Woah woah hold up humie, re-release ??, Wasn't the old version good enough or somethin" He tilted his head in curiosity.

"So to put it lightly, She's re-recording all her old albums so she can have ownership of them, not her manager" You explained.

Now you peaked his interest. "Oh flark it, I got some time to kill, I'd assume you have her other CDs ??" He asked, Probably already knowing the answer.

You nodded as you reached under your bed and pulled out your CD box, Then grabbed out all 10 of her albums. Rocket was slightly baffled about how many albums she's put out. "We'll save the re-recorded ones for another time."

So you stopped the CD you were listening to for now and whacked in the very first one, Country music was something Rocket normally liked so he'd feel right at home for the first few albums.

"She ain't too bad so far" He was softly tapping his foot to Picture to burn, that being his favourite one.

"Ok next up is fearless, This one really blew her up"

"Wait she's dead ??"

"No, when a human says blow up, we mean oh they got even more successful than before" You chuckled, to which you earned a playful nudge from him. "Ok let's see what this is" He placed the earbud back in as you pressed play.

Most of the album was romantic songs, but there were a couple that he did like, Like Love Story or You Belong With Me. You could even swear you heard him starting to hum along. Then after that, you moved onto Speak Now which was ok, But then Red was played you hit the nail on the head. He started to softly sing I knew you were trouble.

"Are you singing the song ??"

"No I'm not" He quickly denied.

You giggled and ruffled his head "You like it"

"Hey hey, Watch the fur" He chuckled as the song continued.

"You know, She's really good. Gotta say y/n, you have really good music tastes... Well better than quill at least" He smirked, Hoping he could hear it.

"Thank you for giving it a chance though buddy, I do appreciate it" You smiled genuinely at him.

"What are friends for ??"

You two continued to listen to the albums together in peace, In a way, it made the bond between you two grow, just sitting there listening to the music. He himself started to become a mild Swifty, His favourite albums from her are Folklore and Evermore, They were a little more slower-paced and quieter than the others. But one day you heard and walked passed him briefly belting out cruel summer when he thought no one was looking. That you'll keep to yourself for now... Until you felt like teasing him. But you were glad Rocket liked her as much as you did, Now the crew have to deal with two besties belting out the music at 1AM together.

Taglist: @callofdudes @fun-k-board

[heavens-angels]

Oops, she let it go

A secret fan, but her boyfriend plays for a mentioned rival team. Can she keep her facade when the team she swoons for wins infront her boyfriend?

Type : Mini story (fluff)

A/n : First time writing here, please be gentle 🥲 Also lmk if yall want some more stuff like this. Cliche fluffy story btw, read at your own will. Enjoy! Its not perfect i know, but give me a break never wrote fluffy shit before fml. ALSO CONGRATS ARGENTINA I LOVE YOU BB.

She had been a fan of Argentina since she was a little girl. Well she got introduced to being a fan because her father was a die hard himself, but she truly enjoyed watching Argentina. Especially, magical Messi. Her magical Messi.

She was sobbing, looking at the tv and see Messi kiss the golden ball as he achieved an award of his own. What a beautiful sight, and what a tight match. Her heart was outside her chest the whole time.

Her boyfriend on the other hand stared at her, amused and impressed of her loyalty. They met in her working place, her being an English speaking assistant to someone who works under her boyfriend. A long chain of hierarchy if you will.

“Bebe.. you know your boyfriend play for Brazil right?” He asks her.

She looks at him, mascara all over her face and nose and cheeks tinted pink from crying so much. “Umm yes I’m not stupid.” She tried to put out an understandable sentence as she huffs for air.

His confused eyes went away as he smiles, bringing her closer to him. He put her head on his chest and she feels comforted as his warmth from his hand on her head soothes the ache from crying too much. “Ayay, you always shock me amor.”

“I know how this looks, but I swear I love you. But Argentin_” and she can’t complete the sentence because she starts crying even harder.

He brings her closer and kisses her head whilst trying to hold in his laughter but oh man what a sight this was.

“Okay next time remind me to bring you Messi jersey and not mine.”

She looks at him with big old guilty eyes, “No neymar! I support you, I love you! But Arge-” And the water works just got bigger.

He laughs out loud this time, he was having a great time teasing her, borderline bullying her.

“Ney I promise I prayed for you and Brazil. I even acted like I didn’t care for Argentina, but today all the memories from childhood came back t-to my head and I can’t stop thinking of this win. I wanted this for soooo long.”

Neymar listened to her intently, not understanding a few words, but understanding her love was enough. It was true though, she gave no reaction for Argentina for their matches. Never bothered to look at Messi whenever he and Neymar were together, tried gaslighting herself even. That it looks odd to anyone, her boyfriend PLAYS for Brazil, but she supports Argentina, a rival team. But why would she have to throw away her love for one thing for another, is it that impossible to love both?

Neymar was understanding, and someone very caring, so he tried his best to support her. He even took a secret picture of her that he definitely was going to send to Messi later, he’ll prank her for sure.

She covered her face, embarrassed, supporting the opposing team, a rival team, him finding out this way, him losing a few days prior, and her facade coming undone, ugh, it just didn’t feel right.

She looks up to tell him something when she sees him smiling down at her, eyes gloomy from his eye smile, lips parted and pink, and damn his beauty all over. She blushes instantly. God this was not the time. So she snaps herself out of his trance.

“Ney.. don’t think I take you or supporting you as a joke okay? This is just a childhood thing.” She speaks slowly so that he can understand every word. He smiles even deeper.

“(Y/n/n). It’s okay. Loving me is not equals to loving Brazil, yeah? Infact, it’s good that you are supporting Argentina. Means next time I will play to win your love to Brazil, means I play extra hard, and I will win.”

Her little sobs fade away as she hears him say something so sweet, and proud he could explain something so heart felt with such little words. Just hearing it can swoon anyone.

This time she puts her hand on his face, kissing his cheeks slowly, feeling his long lashes bat against her cheeks. “I will always support you, win or lose. No matter where you are, or where you go. I am here, for you.”

He pulls her in, pecking her with soft motions to calm her down. “Te amo, princess.”

She laughs hearing such cliche sweet words, “I love you too, king without a crown.”

[ladykissingfish]

Bro i got my teeth pulled today. Got me thinkin how each akatsuki would vibe out on nitrous gas. Any thoughts?

Wow this is a dangerous and hilarious situation to put the Akatsuki in.

Itachi and Konan: Will not stop giggling. Will seriously burst out laughing at anything, even shit that's downright stupid. Surprisingly this makes Itachi scary AF to the rest of the group because this guy never EVER smiles, let alone laughs like this. But with Konan, they think it's adorable. They'll all tell her countless jokes or make stupid faces or do tricks to get to hear her giggles and snorts and laughs.

Deidara and Hidan: Both of these fuckers are sweating like pigs and become increasingly paranoid. Tobi comes up behind Deidara to ask him something and Deidara nearly kamikazes his head clean off. Hidan is doing these intense internal (quickly becoming out-loud) monologues about Lord Jashin. "Man, what if my religion is fake? What if Kakuzu is right? HOLY SHIT WHAT IF KAKUZU IS JASHIN AND HE'S BEEN TESTING ME THIS WHOLE TIME?!" Both of them eventually dissolve into tears and have to be put to bed by their respective partners.

Zetsu and Sasori: Honestly, the gas doesn't effect them. Zetsu is essentially two beings living in one body, so while one deals with the possible effects of the gas, the other is completely normal, which balances them out. And Sasori is a damn puppet. His body is literally full to the brim with various poisons and toxins. Nitrous gas is about as dangerous to him as sunshine is to a flower.

Kisame: Doesn't effect him that much, but it gives him a really bad headache. Kisame's cure for headaches (and pretty much anything else) is to go for a long swim. Because of this, he loves to get procedures done that involve being put on the gas, because he knows that afterwards he'll have a solid excuse to indulge in his most favorite of hobbies.

Kakuzu: Finds it hard as hell to breathe. Can only take the gas in very small doses. Hidan likes when Kakuzu is off it it because it gives him an excuse to be his "savior". "Oi, old bastard, ya still can't breathe? Let me give ya some mouth to mouth" -- and a long make-out session ensues. Not that Kakuzu is complaining.

Nagato: You gotta be careful of anything you give this man. He's all skin and bones and any sort of chemical put into his body can have some pretty adverse affects. But surprisingly nitrous gas doesn't effect him in a nagative way. He coughs a bit at first, but when it subsides, he's ... calm. Peaceful. Can start thinking of the world in a more positive light. "Hmm, maybe it was wrong for me to recruit all these guys into this group for my own selfish desires. Maybe I should disband the Akatsuki and leave them all free to pursue what makes them happy. Maybe --" And then the gas wears off and he immediately shakes off his foolish thoughts.

Tobi/Obito: Mr Mask becomes Mr. Confessional. His mouth opens and words come pouring out. About his past in Konoha. His life with Minato and Kakashi and Rin. His time with Madara. The event(s) that led him to help Nagato form the Akatsuki. "I'm just ... I'm so sorry, you guys. I never wanted this. All I want is to have a nice little house on a riverbank, fish, and spend time with Deidara. Deidara, you're really handsome by the way. You should be my husband. You would look GREAT with the Uchiha fan on your back." If Nagato or Konan are around, they try to stop him. But it's really not necessary; the others don't believe a word of what "Tobi" is saying. They think he just can't handle the gas and is hallucinating some pretty bizarre shit.

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Warnings; normal the walking dead warnings.

Synopsis; Y/n opens up about working in the Military

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\You kept your eye trained on the small scope present with your gun, looking out over the prison field. Today you took Glenn and Maggie's usual job of watching over the Prison Yard, from the guard tower. Not that you needed to, however, you were up every night waiting for something, or someone, to attack constantly.

Who knew when the Prison gates would come down, you certainly didn't. Especially with the ongoing war between Rick and the Governor. They were both unpredictable, and you wanted to be awake to stand even a sliver of a chance.

You hadn't survived the initial blow of biters just to die in a feud between new communities, especially to someone you saw as stupid and reckless; like the Governor.

So you busied yourself quite nicely, keeping your eyes trained over the Prison yard. It was hard to refrain from shooting the mindless targets, however, you knew the group was low on ammo. You wouldn't be the one to slip up and waste it all.

Taking your eye from the scope, you jumped hearing steps behind you. You looked behind you, quickly training your gun on Daryl. As soon as you realized it was him, you aimed your gun at the floor. "Jesus, Dixon." You exhaled, letting the worry escape you.

"Who else would it be?" He grumbled, he was tired you could see that much, but he was like you. He would stay up every night just like you, though he usually sat in the yard, watching from up close. He sat down beside you, not adding to the pathetic "conversation" you'd both had.

You sat in silence for awhile, neither of you doing anything whilst your eye stayed trained on the scope. You saw a walker in the farthest corner of the prison yard, lined yourself up, and shot. Square in-between the eyes. However, you drew back from the gun after that, you could tell the biter had been one you simply missed in the initial clearing.

You could tell that much as he had been idly trying to get to his friends through the fence.

Daryl watched the gun, he wasn't one to ask many questions; let alone speak at all. But he was curious, aim like that didn't come from someone who'd been handed a gun for the first time, a couple years ago. You'd had training and he knew that much, but how.

You seemed to hear his thoughts as his eyes stayed on the gun. "Military." You told him, pulling back from the gun, and leaning in your chair. "Special Ops branch. Got the personality there too, if that was ever a question."

"How's that work anyway." He leaned back too, not particularly looking at you. Or anything for that matter. "Dunno, wasn't really big in the usual Military." You paused, adding to that, "My dad was a huge Army guy, had a gun in my hand before I turned 8. Wasn't safe, but I'm here and he's not. Must've done that much right."

"Maybe he felt the walkers coming, in his knees." He joked, referencing how your parents used to talk about the rain coming when their joints ached. "Was that a joke, Dixon?" You smiled at him, having never seen him come out of his own little shell.

"I'm capable. Funny man, I am." He nodded, giving you a slim smile as well. Though his smiles typically looked more like slight smirks, you appreciated the idea of seeing him smile. "You should do it more, haven't had much to laugh at since that whole 'yo j.c.' thing."

He shrugged, looking back over the field. "He should be taking damn requests." You smiled at him again, rolling your eyes this time. "I don't know, seems like he's a bit busy with the mindless people-eating biters at the moment." It was your turn to joke.

It was nice to sit in his company like this, a sense of normalcy. Like two old friends rekindling their friendship. You had fallen fast for the likes of Daryl, quiet, and kind. The way he'd searched so thoroughly for another person's kid. He'd barely known Sophia, but the severity he had in looking for her, it warmed your heart.

There wasn't much good left in this world, and even if he hid behind a wall of stubbornness and mystery, you knew where his heart lied. And he felt the same to you, you never pushed or pried, and a part of him felt he was doing everything right as long as you were still behind him.

He set his hand on yours, keeping his eyes trained on the field. "Did you know this was comin'?" He asked, mostly referencing your connections to the government. "Nope." You popped the p, "Was on leave for a couple weeks, visiting my mom. She was ill, by the time I went to go back the government was in shambles."

"Sounds like you screwed the world up."

"Haha. Very funny, Dixon."

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Beastie: Chapter #4 GhostXFem!reader

Slow burn, following MW2 storyline, eventually branching into my own. Warning for canon COD violence and language.

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Y/N didn't rest for long. It was the kind of sleep that you woke up feeling groggy, rested, but still awoke like the dead. She leaned over the cot, sitting across the side with her hand in her head for a few minutes. Finally, she stood up and opened the sliding door that gave her privacy into her room. Her eyes glanced down to her watch, it was still around 11 PM telling her she only slept for a couple hours. In the main room there was a group in a circle sitting around talking still. It looked to be Alejandro, Rudy, Soap and Graves.

Alejandro heard her first, turning around to look at her.

"Hey, Sleeping Beauty, get enough sleep?" He asked her in Spanish, leading her to scoff and chuckle.

"Like a rock," she confirmed, "but still hideous," she joked answering him back in his native tongue.

He chuckled, "There's still food if you want it," he said pointing to a make shift table a few roasters with paper plates near by.

"Thanks," she said walking around the circle and heading towards the food. It smelled delightful most of the work she had done leaving her starving. After her plate was made, she walked to one of the corners of the room near the table and started eating. Just waking up left her not very social yet, she preferred to eat first and then she would join the group.

Soap seeing her get food stood up and approached her.

She watched him walk up to her, his vest off since the day was coming to an end along with their work.

" 'Sup?" she said giving him a head nod.

He chuckled, standing in front of her for a bit.

"How ya' feelin'?" his accent thick.

"Honestly not terrible all things considering. You good?" she asked which he nodded to. "Get that piece of shit dropped off to his kind again?"

"Yeah," he said eyebrows raising, "ran his mouth the entire time."

"I believe it," she said finishing her last taco, throwing the plate away.

"Listen," he said his voice turning serious, "I'm glad you were here today."

This made her ears perk up, his words of endearment coating her heart from Ghost telling her act of bravery was a "stupid fuckin' move."

She looked at him, face appalled as she tried to find words, "Thank you, I'm glad you were too, we all made a good team in a shit situation." She wanted to be humble with him, grateful he could talk to her in that kind of way.

He nodded agreeing with her, "I know Ghost can be hard with words... but he appreciates you too."

She sighed arms crossing across her chest, "I don't know man, he seems to think I'm a newbie at this."

"I think it's because he doesn't want you to get hurt."

" 'Cause he thinks I'm weak because I'm a woman?" her tone getting heated, quickly changing her conversation with Soap.

"No, no," he said quickly shaking his head and hands, "The LT seems to be kind of old school, I think he's caught off guard because you are a woman in a man's line of work, and he feels the need to keep you safe. You are respected here, you have more then proved that." He said trying to calm her down.

She blinked, taking Soap's words into consideration. They way Ghost had opened the door on the truck for her to get in, he blocked Hassan from talking to and viewing her anymore out in the desert, and the way he took the tote from her to put into the truck... She had joked about it but he really was a gentleman.

"Alright," she said nodding, "I appreciate it Soap, I do." He nodded back at her.

"Come sit with us for a wee bit?"

"Sure," she said stepping forward to follow him to the where the group was sitting.

"Tequila?" Rudy handed up a bottle to her.

"Fuck no," she said a short chuckle following her out.

"Awh why not?" he asked.

"Makes me crazy," she said to him, making Rudy and a the others laugh.

"You know Spanish?" Soap asked her sitting across from them.

"I know enough."

"It's decent," Alejandro said looking over to her, "Rudy says your dad is Mexican?"

"Stepdad," she clarified "he was raised by Mexicans, he was born and raised in Texas on a ranch. Made sure I knew it, found it important."

The conversation turned quiet again after this.

"Texas is where I'm from," Graves said looking up to her.

"Yeah? Which part?" She asked.

"Dallas."

"San Antonio." she said to him.

Her phone that was specific to Laswell vibrated in her pocket. Grabbing it out of her cargos, stretching the Velcro as she reached in. She had an email from Laswell that was sent to her and General Shepherd. From the hit on Hassan's phone, proving that he had contact with someone from Spain in an area where the Cartel is known to have warehouses, a place where missiles could fit. The email advised her that Laswell was going with 2 other people to check it out. One being Captain John Price and the other Sergeant Garrick. Laswell's assignment was recon and exfil if needed, leaving her to be the only one on her task while Price and Garrick searched the buildings. Y/N passed the phone over to Alejandro to read the email, who then sent it over to Rudy to do the same. Finally when they were done, she reached over handing it to Soap so he could see it as well.

After he finished reading it, he handed the phone back to her clearly reading the hesitancy on her face. "I know Price, Gaz and I trained together too, Laswell's in good hands."

"Think I'm going to go call her just to talk it over with her," she said standing up, already dialing her number. Y/N could see Graves leaning in to the others to check what was happening

It didn't take Laswell long to pick up.

"Beastie," she said tone serious.

"Let me come with you," she blurted.

"I knew you weren't going to take this well."

"Let me come with you," she repeated more solemn this time.

"There's no time, I'm already heading out."

This made Y/N stomach flop.

"I'll notify you as soon as I'm back and safe."

Y/N sighed. The line was quiet for a long time. "You called me stubborn earlier tonight, but really I think it is you." Y/N said her tone sounding worried.

Laswell chuckled, "I've been doing this long time, probably before you were born," she joked. "I'll be fine, I trust Price."

"Alright...." Y/N said giving into Laswell's choice. "Can you just communicate with me as it goes so I know you are all alright?"

"Always." Laswell said her tone trying to sound warm to comfort Y/N.

"Be careful," Y/N said.

"I'll be fine Beastie, get some rest for now."

Y/N stood outside for a bit, arms resting against the rail guard her head on her forearms.

She could then smell cigarette smoke making her glance up and look over her shoulder. It was Ghost, still in his gear, brown clothes on so he could blend in with his surrondings.

"Ya' alright?" he asked.

She handed the phone with the email brought up so he could read it.

"Hmmm," was all he could say as he finished reading it and handing it back to her.

"Hate not being able to go with her," she said confiding in Ghost how she honestly felt about the whole thing, sticking her phone back into her pocket.

"She's in good hands," Ghost said.

"Soap said the same."

"Probably the truest and smartest thing he has said all day." He said trying to joke, causing Y/N to snort.

"Just don't want her to be in a shit show is all."

"You're needed in the shit here, she will be ok," he said firmer. She glanced over at him, the first time since she had started talking to him outside. He had his mask up to his nose, cigarette in his hand, blowing out a puff of smoke. Y/N sighed and nodded, diverting her eyes again quickly, noticing that Ghost seemed to prefer his anonymity

"Yeah," she said quickly trying to convince herself to soothe her nerves.

"You're needed," replaying over and over in her head with Ghost's voice, making her heart flutter.

"I'm sorry I wacked out on you in the truck earlier," she said to him, still looking off into the sand in front of them.

"S' fine." was all he said approaching her standing next to her and leaning against the railing.

"Do you know how fucking tired I am of sand?" she asked trying to change the subject again from something less awkward. The view before them was a sea of sand, sand as far as the eye could see.

This made a rumble of a chuckle echo from within his shell of his gear. Oh, how she liked that sound.

"Me too."

The conversation between them seemed to end there, but she was ok with the silence that resonated from them. Y/N wasn't even sure of what to say next, so it was probably for the best anyways. She looked out at Ghost from the corner of her, seeing he was doing the same. His mask was down and cigarette had been stomped out.

"You lookin' at me?" she asked turning her head to better face him.

"I am." was all he said, making her cheeks flush, as she turned to look back ahead, avoiding letting him see.

The same chuckle sounded before, him turning to leave to go back inside. Her heart bounced around within her ribs, like a bird that had been let out of a cage, eager and some how still frightened. He saw her face turn red. She knew he did. She leaned her head against her forearms, internally groaning. Finally, after what felt like a half hour she went back inside, the same group of men sitting in their half circle, only this time Ghost had sat next to Soap.

"Lass," Soap said acknowledging she had come back.

She felt like she had froze, but still kept moving. She was having an out of body experience with his brown orbs glued to her again. Did she sit back down with them? Or go back to her cot?

"Think we should all go to bed," Alejandro said standing up, ready to dispel the group. Oh how she was grateful for his perfect timing. She took this as a moment to wave them all off as she headed back to her room, moving with such speed away from them all. Sliding the door shut on her private quarters she huffed, the feeling of relief washing over her. She wasn't exactly tired yet since her nap from when they got back earlier, so she took the time to document all that had happened within the past few days. It was her way of keeping things straight until the time to write her rendition of things that happened for Laswell and her uppers. This eventually made her tired, slipping out of her cargos and dirty shirt and into something more comfortable and crawled into her cot. Blanket and pillow pulled up to her, her eyes finally shut, sleep claiming her once more.

The noise from others is what eventually wakes her. The normality of the base. Talking, laughter and furniture moving. Y/N rolled out of bed, grabbing new clothes and prepared to head to the showers. The comfortable clothes she had wore exposed more of her skin, showing off the tattoos that she had up and down her arms and legs, along with the scars from battle she had gathered over the years. Her left arm and leg was adorned with black and white art, her right side was colorful and bright. Generally when she wasn't in her normal black long sleeves and cargos people tended to look, giving her pride in herself... but there was one man she wanted to avoid for it- his attention making her nervous.

She bolted into one of the 1 man bathrooms of the base, locking the door behind her. Happy that she had got past by anyone without being stopped. She started the shower, grabbing her essentials and stood under the water. The one thing she could give Alejandro's base is the water was always hot and seemed to have a plethora of it.

Once clean, and ready to get out, she stood under the water for a few minutes before turning it off. The water running off the dirt and blood from her sinful acts from yesterday, honestly, she probably should of showered last night before she got into her cot.

She redressed herself in her typical black long sleeve and cargos, recovering her tattoos. As she opened the door to the bathroom steam rolled out.

"Good lord Lass," she heard Soap say, watching the steam. "Shower hot enough for you?"

"Sorry, reminds me of Hell, I mean home," she joked, causing him to shake his head, but the same chuckle from last night rumbled out, Ghost not too far away but close enough to hear.

She scampered away, grabbing herself a cup of coffee from the kitchenette and grabbed her phone to call Laswell to check on her status.

The phone cycled through, ringing and ringing with no answer.

...Ok, she thought to herself trying to be rational, Maybe they are still out in the field.... She sat down at a table and tried to keep herself preoccupied for the time being, trying to find distraction.

Alejandro must of sensed her being distraught. "You ok, Beastie?"

"Can't get Laswell," she answered stirring her now lukewarm coffee.

"I'm sure she is alright."

"You got anything I can do? Keep me busy?" she asked for a task hoping for distraction.

"We need things from the market I can get you a list," Alejandro said hoping that would appease Y/N

"Sounds great," she said grateful for something to do.

Alejandro came back with a list, Ghost also following him.

"Here. I know you can handle yourself too, but its probably best you take someone with you, just in case. Ghost volunteered to go with you."

...Of course he would, she thought to herself Anything to get under my skin right?

She took the list and glanced it over, most of the items needed in bulk to feed the Vaqueros. Alejandro walked away leaving her to look up at Ghost.

"Ready?" he asked, which she nodded to, following him to the truck.

"You want to drive this time?" She shook her head, letting him as she climbed into the passenger seat, staying quiet.

Thankfully Ghost didn't say anything about her silence, taking her further into town to the market. She had no problems finding the meat and vegetables along with the corn and flour to make their own food. She haggled with some of the vendors, showing them she wasn't just a basic American. Ghost watched her from the back, unbeknownst to her, Ghost had a smile on his face. He truly did admire her.

She checked her watch and noticed that only and hour and half had gone by.

"I'm gonna keep looking at stuff if that's ok."

Ghost nodded, prepared to follow her around.

She looked through the other vendors finding one with jewelry, a turqoise set catching her eye.

"Didn't take you for a jewelry type," Ghost commented.

"I'm not, my mom is." she said picking up the piece planning on paying for it.

"Your mom?" Ghost asked, this for some reason shocking him.

"Yeah," she said glancing over at him. She didn't realize he was sentimental for that because he missed his mom.

The vendor for this store was a small older woman.

Y/N set the turquoise pieces down on the counter planning to pay for it.

"Your man should pay for it. Bad luck for a woman to buy her own jewelry." The vendor told her.

"Eh- He isn't my man, this isn't for me," she said noticing Ghost walking beside her and pulling out his wallet.

The vendor seeming to ignore her, took the money from Ghost leaving Y/N to bore her eyes into the side of his head.

"Ghost," she said firmly.

"It's fine," he said taking the now bagged up jewelry set and handing it to her.

"It is most definitely not fine."

"Oh, get over yourself, take it as an apology from yesterday. Besides, its for your mom right?" He said taking her breath away.

Did... did he just tell her to get over herself and put her in her place? "At least take my money for it," she said lightly, trying to remember Soap's words from yesterday.

"No." was all he said turning around waiting for her to follow him.

She sighed, frustrated with him, but still smiled.

"Thank you."

The ride back home still filled with silence, but she welcomed it from him, it was their normal.

"You know Spanish." The realization hitting her, making him smirk under his mask.

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Kept Awake - Hosea Matthews x Reader (NSFW)

Happy Hosea Fucks Friday y’all🤗

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A small group of us sat around the campfire, talking lightly and eating our dinner, which was watered down stew just like always. 

And while I was never ungrateful, after such a long day it felt hard to force down. 

It felt hard to do nearly anything after scouring all of Saint Denis for a lead and simultaneously pickpocketing its higher class citizens.

But I’d come back with quite a bit of cash for the gang, and a few possibilities to look into, so I couldn’t say it had been useless. 

Still, my head was throbbing and I was desperate to drift off right there and then, seated on the log as I was. 

It seemed that I didn’t need to wish too hard, because I could feel my eyes slowly shutting as my head fell forward. 

There was a moment of pure bliss as I allowed myself to bathe in the sleep, but just like most moments of joy that I experienced, it had to be ruined by Micah Bell. 

“Aw, there she goes, falling asleep on us after a long day of nothing,” he teased, instantly making my head snap up at the disturbance.

I scowled at him, which only made him tease further. 

“Tell me, sweetheart, did you stand up for too long today? Was it too hard on your soft little legs?” He prodded, still grinning and licking his lips.

Arthur walked by us and seemed to overhear, because he instantly spoke in my defense. 

“Leave her alone, Micah. Don’t you have something better to do? Go sharpen your knife or make yourself useful for god's sake,” Arthur chided, suggesting in the most neutral way that Micah should fuck off. 

“Oh I will, Morgan. I will do just that, once I get my answer from the lady,” he continued, gesturing his hands towards me.

Arthur scoffed and shook his head, wandering off to finish whatever task he had in mind. 

Javier and John glanced at me as if to ask whether or not I needed help.

I set my focus back on Micah, letting them know that I didn’t. 

“I’m just tired, Micah, let it be,” I told him, shoving another spoonful down my throat.

“See now, that’s where I don’t believe you. It’s only a little after seven, nobody is ‘just tired,’ a little after seven,” he challenged, seeming to want some sort of theatrical and dramatic response.

I shrugged, not dignifying his taunts with a reply.

“Was the shopping too strenuous, sweetheart?” He asked, laughing now. John sighed, rolling his eyes. It seemed we were all tired of his bullshit and ‘jokes’.

He was obviously referring to the dress I’d gotten for myself, though he had no idea it was so I could attend the mayor’s party. Nor did he have any idea that finding big leads required big connections, which I most assuredly would only make if I didn’t look like a wild woman. 

I simply quirked my head at Micah, wondering what went through his head every time he opened his mouth. 

“No, no it wasn’t that,” I replied dryly, again forcing down more of the stew. He simply grinned, and I prepared myself for whatever stupid comment he would make next.

“Ohhh-hoho. I see, I see it now. It was the old man, wasn’t it?”

Now that, that made my eyes shoot up at him.

He began to laugh.

“Leave Hosea alone, Micah,” I warned, ready to defend him if need be. 

“No, I don’t think so, sweetheart. I don’t know why you’re with him anyways, the old fool. You oughta be with someone like me, don’t ya think? Someone who can still fire their gun, and not just literally, if you know what I mean,” Micah taunted, still laughing as he made suggestive comments towards me.

I clenched my jaw, but said nothing. Micah wasn’t going to see my anger, I was damn sure of that. He went quiet for a moment, observing me. 

“The old man kept you awake didn’t he? With all his coughing and wheezing, huh? What a miracle that he hasn’t just gone and died.”

I’d miraculously remained calm the whole time, but as his words fell from his rotten mouth, I could feel the anger boiling inside me.

His teasing, his plain rudeness had been fine until now. 

Now, it was certainly not fine.

I could accept his teasing on my behalf, but what I would most assuredly not accept was his teasing of Hosea. 

Especially what he had just dared to say.

In mere seconds, I flung my bowl to the ground, lunging for Micah and grabbing his shirt.

I practically jumped him, tackling him down and shouting as I landed three solid blows on his face.

“You fucking asshole. You keep anything about my husband out of your mouth or so help me god I will slit your throat in your sleep, you useless piece of shit!” I spat, venom laced on every word. I could feel myself shake with anger and downright fury as I hit him once more, trying to break free from the grasp John and Javier had on my arms. 

As they pulled me back, I let my boot kick Micah in the stomach and send him backwards, still fuming at his words. 

A crowd had instantly gathered at the yelling, and though I could see Hosea moving towards me, I ignored him and continued my assault on Micah verbally. 

“You have no fucking idea what it’s like to be a real man, and you’ve got no fucking idea what it’s like draining every ounce of energy after robbing people all day and looking for good leads, because you’re a fucking lazy piece of shit that hasn’t done any decent work since you first joined us!” I continued, practically screaming at him now.

He was no longer smiling, instead coughing as blood streamed down his face, most prominently from his nose. 

“In fact, you’re so fucking useless that you can’t even find a single lead without taking credit for someone else’s! Not only that, but I can’t remember the last goddamn time you came with us someplace and it didn’t end with a higher bounty and a town full of dead folks!” 

I was so angry I could feel my throat drying up, but I didn’t care. Watching him coughing and wheezing as he sat in the grass was the only satisfaction I needed after what he said to me. 

“Look who’s coughing and wheezing now, you fucking snake. What a goddamn miracle that you haven’t died, and that I haven’t slit your throat, you worthless asshole,” I scowled, and it was only then that I processed Hosea’s hands on me, along with Arthur’s. There were four men trying to drag me away from Micah, and to no avail. 

I finally let my muscles relax, and they quickly took me away from the fire. 

I watched someone try and help Micah up, but all he did was snap at them and tell everyone to mind their own business. 

I rolled my eyes, and I felt all but one pair of hands come off me, which I knew to be Hosea’s.

“You alright?” Arthur asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

I swallowed, still breathing heavily. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little pissed off,” I answered, which seemed to amuse the men around me.

“You sure?” John reaffirmed, wanting to make sure.

“I’m sure. You guys can leave, you know. There’s only a 20% chance I’ll jump him again,” I said, and they gazed at Hosea, who was standing behind me. I could see him nod at them in my peripheral vision.

They dispersed, but Javier leaned in for a moment.

“You know, I bet that felt good,” he said with a grin, and I smiled back with a nod.

“It sure did.”

He left me alone with Hosea, and I began to feel an emotion close to regret. It wasn’t quite regret, because I didn’t regret what I’d done, however the confrontation with the man behind me did make me nervous.

“(Y/N).”

I turned to look at him, swallowing and quickly averting my eyes as I reached his intense gaze.

Gently, his hand came to my chin, and he lifted my face.

His eyes were softer than I expected them to be, especially knowing how much he disliked physical force. 

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” He asked, and though I couldn’t push my head down, I could look away. 

“Not particularly,” I admitted, knowing he’d probably be more upset if he knew the only reason I’d gotten mad at all was because Micah had said something about him.

“Come on, my dear, let’s go inside. Your knuckles are bleeding,” he noted, and I was surprised to look down and find that they were. It was only then I noticed the faint burn coming from them. I guessed they’d been the last of my concern when I lashed out. 

Hosea led me into the main house of Shady Belle, and we reached the destination of our bedroom, which was essentially a storage closet underneath the stairs. 

I didn’t mind, though, because the space smelled like him, and I was glad not to have him sleeping out in the thick, swampy air. 

He sat me down on our cot, finding some bandages from one of the shelves and then joining me.

He reached out, and I wordlessly let him fix me up.

“If you don’t want to tell me right now, then that’s fine, but I do hope you will tell me eventually,” he said after a moment, gently dabbing alcohol against my knuckles. I winced and then gazed at him.

“I will tell you, but I just- I don’t want you to be upset,” I explained, and he stopped for a moment to look me in the eyes.

“I’m not upset, and I hope you don’t think I am. Guess I’m just a little confused is all, you’ve never really been one to resort to punching,” he clarified, which made me sigh.

Of course he wasn’t upset, this angel of a man was hardly ever upset with me, which perhaps made me more worried that it would be a rare occasion in which he was when I confessed.

“I know, and I probably shouldn’t have, but Micah had it coming,” I defended, which made Hosea raise an eyebrow.

“Probably shouldn’t have?”

“I said what I said, Hosea. I know you don’t like violence, especially within camp, but I don’t regret what I did and I’m not sorry.”

He sighed as he began to wrap one hand, keeping it firm but not too tight. 

“I at least appreciate your honesty, even if I don’t agree with your actions,” he said nobly, which gave me the odd desire to lean in and kiss his cheek.

“I hope you can also understand that Micah has said a lot of other things to me and I’ve never jumped him before,” I added on to my case, and my partner nodded.

“I do understand, and that is why I’m wondering what he said this time,” he said, finishing one hand and moving on to the next. 

“I’ll tell you if you promise not to get mad,” I prefaced, making him raise both eyebrows with something close to surprise.

“Have you ever known me to get mad?” 

“With Sean and Bill, I’ve seen you get mad plenty of times.”

He chuckled and shook his head.

“Well, with Sean it was mostly disappointment because I knew he could do better. With Bill… well, that’s different. But with you? How could I ever be angry with a positively beautiful lady such as yourself?” He asked, charming as ever while he kissed both freshly bandaged knuckles. I laughed softly, hanging my head in defeat.

“Fine, I’ll tell you, but I reserve the right to stop talking if I sense even a fleck of anger or disappointment in your eyes,” I said, and he raised his hands in defense and nodded.

“The right is yours.”

I sighed, trying to figure out where to start my tale.

“I’ve been out all day, Hosea, since early this morning, and I’ve done nothing but look for information and rob people. Mentally it’s- well it’s draining, and the city is so big somehow, and I could’ve sworn I went in at least three circles. Either way, I’m fucking stressed and I’m goddamn exhausted, because I want so badly to prove that I’m not dead weight. I know I’ve found good leads before, but I want to keep finding good leads, especially now because we’re so deep in shit that I want so much to get us out, at least a little bit,” I rambled, letting all of my inner thoughts out. 

Tenderly, Hosea rubbed my back and nodded sympathetically.

“I understand, my dear. It’s a lot, but it’s not your responsibility to uphold the entire gang. Nobody could ask that of you, and you’ve got plenty to show for it,” he assured me, though it was essentially useless.

“I just- I need to help everyone. It is my job, it’s what I signed up for when I joined back in ‘96, and I need- I have to get us safe, Hosea. Not just us, but everyone,” I confided, knowing he’d understand what I was feeling.

“I know, (Y/N), I know, I’ve been there plenty of times and I’m still there. Whether we like it or not, I reckon this gang can’t go on too much longer. Not with the law like this and Dutch’s fancy ideas about foreign countries, but you’ve got to remember that it’s not your responsibility. I don’t want you stressed out over it, especially if it gets you into fights,” he said, and I leaned into him.

“It’s just hard not to worry about everyone. But, that’s not what got me into the fight anyhow. Essentially what happened was that I fell asleep while eating my stew, and Micah kept giving me shit for it, asking why I was so tired, because apparently that’s amusing to him for some godforsaken reason, and well…” I paused, trying to figure out the best way to word what I was about to say.

“Well?”

I sighed.

“Well, he made a comment something along the lines of ‘you should be with a man who can still fire his gun’ and, ‘did he keep you up all night with his coughing and wheezing?’ and needless to say I did not appreciate that comment,” I confessed, almost immediately regretting it when I felt Hosea stiffen and sit up straight beside me. 

“You punched him because of me?”

I instantly turned to look at him, and where I was expecting disappointment I instead found a distinct sadness.

“No! I punched him because he was being a fucking asshole and you had nothing to do with it. I’m tired of him talking about you that way. I’m tired of everything,” I said, sighing and taking Hosea’s hands in mine. I leaned my head into his shoulder, raising it again when he began to speak.

“You shouldn’t have done that just to defend me. He was trying to upset you,” he said softly.

“I know he was, but that wasn’t the only thing he said about you, Hosea,” I explained, tears brimming in my eyes.

“What else did he say?”

I paused and felt my chin quiver. I desperately tried to hold back tears, but they fell anyways.

My voice cracked as I spoke, pain evident in each word.

“He essentially said you weren’t far off from dying and he was surprised you hadn’t already. He didn’t say it like that, but that’s how he meant it,” I whispered, unable to contain a soft sob. 

“Oh dove, come here.”

Hosea wrapped me in his sturdy, loving arms and kissed my forehead.

“I hate when he says things like that, Hosea,” I cried, feeling more secure as he pulled me into his lap.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and buried my face in his neck, trying to control my emotions.

“I may be sick and old, my dear, and I most assuredly will die someday, but I don’t plan on leaving you anytime soon. You’ve put some youth in these aging bones,” he assured me, stroking my hair gently.

“You better not, or else I’ll be really goddamn pissed off. You’ll end up like Micah,” I teased, laughing even though I was still blubbering.

I felt Hosea smile, glad that I was at least pulled out from the gloomy thoughts. 

“What an unfortunate day that would be for me, I’m glad it’s not coming anytime soon,” he chuckled, slowly pulling back to look at me.

He gave me a sweet kiss, and wiped my cheeks with his thumbs.

“Let’s get you to bed, dove. You need some rest,” he suggested, standing and holding me in his arms still.

It was times like these that reminded me he still had strength in him yet, even all these years later. 

He laid me down on the cot, pulling back the blankets since it was admittedly a fairly warm night. 

He helped me undress like he was fond of doing, and he neatly folded my clothes before placing them on a crate nearby.

Left in my undergarments, I wondered if he would join me. I opened my mouth to inquire, but he seemed to already know.

“I’ll lay down too. I’m afraid we both don’t sleep nearly as much as we should.”

I smiled, sitting up to help him just as he had helped me.

I unbuttoned his vest with rapt attention, as if it was something entirely new and exciting to me. 

His neckerchief and shirt followed, and I watched his chest and back as he reached for his night shirt. 

“You’re so handsome,” I whispered, laying back and admiring him.

He smiled, letting me gaze for a few moments before he pulled on his shirt.

“You’re so beautiful,” he shot back, slipping into the cot beside me. 

I let my head rest on his chest with a sigh, deciding to undo another button of his union suit. He raised his eyebrows at me as I let my hand run over the thin, silver hairs on his chest. 

“Everything alright there?” He teased, arm wrapping around me.

“Perfectly. Simply enjoying my husband,” I replied, nuzzling into him and closing my eyes.

His lips gently pressed against my hair, and I smiled.

“Goodnight, my dear. Get some rest,” he said softly, making me sigh and nod.

I was able to drift off with relative peace, even if in the back of my head the growing pressures of our situation loomed large.

I had no idea how to get us out of the hole we’d dug, and I was so worried it was only a matter of time before the Pinkertons covered it up with more dirt. 

—————

I woke up to a distinct sound, one that immediately sent me into a protective mood.

I looked at the space beside me in the bed and found Hosea leaning over as he coughed.

I instantly sat up, placing one hand on his back and another on his chest to help him sit up straighter, and to provide some reassurance.

“You’re alright, it’s okay,” I whispered, eyebrows furrowed with concern as his coughing raged on. 

He tried to say something, but was quickly cut off by his lungs once more.

“Shhh, get it out, you’re alright,” I continued, placing a soft kiss on his shoulder.

Slowly, the fit turned to a more subtle cough, which was more like a distinct shake of his body.

Finally, he cleared his throat and sighed.

“I’m sorry to have woken you,” he apologized as I handed him some water.

“Don’t you dare apologize, Hosea Matthews. I feel better when I can help you through it, I don’t like it when you’re in pain,” I informed, gently running a hand through his hair.

“Well, then I thank you, Mrs. Matthews,” he replied softly, turning back to kiss me. I accepted eagerly, placing my hands against his cheeks.

He began to smile.

“What?”

“You know, perhaps Micah was right. I do keep you up with my coughing and wheezing,” he joked, laughing as I hit his shoulder.

“Stop it with that nonsense. You should know better Hosea,” I claimed, to which he raised an eyebrow.

“Oh?”

“The only thing keeping me up at night is this.”

My hand drifted down against his thigh, and I watched his eyes spark with lust as he realized what I was doing.

He let out a soft sigh as my hand brushed in between his legs, pressing against him.

“(Y/N)…”

I simply smiled at him, kissing him with a soft laugh. 

“That’s the only thing keeping me up, old man,” I teased endearingly. Calling him old man was a small jest I’d reserved for only myself. I was quick to tell off anybody else who referred to him as such, perhaps besides Arthur and Dutch. 

Hosea pressed his lips to my neck as I slowly palmed him, and I could hear his shaky breathing. 

He wasn’t fully aroused just yet, but I knew that if I left my hand there any longer he would be.

“You know, dove, I bet I could help you get some of the stress out,” he offered, tone low and suggestive. 

“Oh? And how do you plan on doing that?” I replied with feigned confidence, trying to ignore the excitement already filling my stomach. 

“I can’t be certain,” he mumbled, his hand now moving between my legs. 

I licked my lips, looking over at him and sighing out as he slowly began to rub my clit through my undergarments.

I was beginning to feel him growing hard under my hand, and I smirked.

“You know, Arthur’s probably asleep upstairs,” I pointed out, wondering what snarky reply he’d have to that.

“Well, he can complain to Miss Grimshaw for putting him there when he gets up,” he said, grinning brightly as I reached for his shirt with my free hand.

We detached from each other for just a moment as I removed his shirt, and then pushed off his pants.

I always had to take initiative when we undressed each other, because if I didn’t then I’d end up completely naked while Hosea was still fully dressed. It became evident to me early in our relationship that he enjoyed looking at me. 

When we were both equally undressed, it suddenly became a competition to see who could get the other person out of their underwear first.

I tried to lunge for him, but Hosea was too quick, knowing my every move from all of our previous ‘run-ins’.

His hands wrapped around my wrists, pushing me against the cot with a snarl.

He pinned my legs down by pushing his knees onto my thighs and holding them there, simultaneously capturing both wrists with one hand.

When he had me sufficiently subdued, he got to work undressing me, and of course I fought him every step of the way.

“Hosea this isn’t fair!” I complained, squirming and trying to break free of his grip. 

“What’s not fair? That I won’t let you have your way?” He questioned, laughing and kissing down my chest as more and more clothing was removed. 

Though I tried to fight him, the situation was unbelievably arousing and I found I needed him more than ever.

“Hosea please, If you don’t hurry up and fuck me,” I gasped, feeling the last of my clothes being discarded. 

I watched him slip off the rest of his clothes too, and I couldn’t hold in a sharp inhale, the result of seeing him so hard.

“You don’t want to be teased relentlessly tonight?” He asked with a grin, grabbing my hips and pulling me up against his thighs. 

“I can’t, Hosea, not tonight,” I replied, practically whining because I was so desperate for him.

“Let me taste you, please. And I promise I will, I won’t just kiss your thighs,” he swore, letting one hand skim across my stomach and between my breasts.

The sensation made me shiver and breathe heavily.

“Yes, please,” I whined softly, which was apparently the only encouragement my husband needed as he sank to his knees.

Ever the caretaker, I reached for a blanket.

“Put it under your knees, the floor is too hard,” I suggested to him, diverting for just a moment to make sure he was just as comfortable as I was.

“Thank you, dove,” he said, pressing loving, sensual kisses to my thighs. 

I looked down at him, raising an eyebrow.

“You said you wouldn’t do that.”

“I said I wouldn’t just do that,” he grinned, holding eye contact with me as he licked between my legs.

I sighed out in contentment, muscles going tense with pleasure.

He immediately stopped, and I looked at him once more to see what the problem was.

“Don’t do that, don’t get all tense. Relax, my dear, lay on the bed and don’t do anything else,” he instructed, hands rubbing up and down my thighs.

“It’s too overwhelming if I don’t,” I told him, knowing it was hard to stay relaxed for too long without practically going insane.

“I’ll be gentle with you, dove, work up into it. Trust me, hm?” He assured me, waiting for some sort of confirmation.

I swallowed and nodded, letting my head go back again. I physically released all my muscles, going limp as his tongue returned to my clit with long, slow movements.

I had to drill it into my brain to stay calm, to stay relaxed, and I couldn’t deny that it certainly felt wonderful.

“That’s so good, Hosea. So- so good,” I mumbled, hardly coherent as the pleasure flooded my brain.

He simply continued as he had been, testing me every once and awhile to see how I’d respond to more and more immense attentions. 

I let my hand drift to his hair, trying desperately not to clamp onto it, instead just letting my hand rest there. 

It was torture, trying to keep myself from going rigid, but at the same time it was pure bliss to just relax as he gave me such enthusiastic pleasure. 

His tongue met my clit more passionately than before, and I had to cry out.

It was either I went tense and held in my sounds or I relaxed and became vocal, it was practically impossible to be both.

“Good girl, let me hear your pretty noises,” Hosea mumbled, continuing his passions between my legs. 

It became so overstimulating I tried to push his head away, but he simply gripped my thighs and pulled them apart, continuing with even more force than he previously had.

“Hosea!” I gasped, reaching for something, anything around me. 

I was a writhing, moaning mess under his tongue, and I couldn’t prevent my back from lifting off the bed. 

His hand gently slid up my stomach, easing me back down. 

“Relax, dove.”

I trembled, making a conscious effort to relax my muscles. Tears were pricking at my eyes because the pleasure burned throughout my body. It was so hard not to tense up, but all in the same it felt like such a soothing reward. 

As he continued to eat me out, I felt his fingers gently massaging my skin, working my thighs so wonderfully. 

My legs felt so limp, so ready to be touched by him. I wondered whether tonight was a tongue night or if he’d decide to add his fingers like he was often fond of doing. 

For a moment, I felt his tongue slip inside of me, and I had to whine. 

“Oh god, Hosea,” I moaned, unable to keep myself from clamping his hair between my fingers. 

I needed more, I needed him to ruin me and leave me distraught.

“You’re alright, my dear. You taste so good,” he whispered, again pushing his tongue deep inside me. 

A choked out sob came from my throat, and I wondered how he’d even managed to draw it from me, but I wasn’t surprised. Hosea made it a sport to see which embarrassing and extremely lewd noises he could force out. 

He simply chucked, and I pushed my hips up against his face, eager. For once, he said nothing, and I was surprised he didn’t demand that I behave as he normally would’ve. 

I supposed that in his mind tonight was about making me feel satisfied and relaxed, and so whatever that entailed for me was pleasant for him. 

Though, I couldn’t let him miss out on the fun either, and I was most assuredly going to pay him back later. 

Drawn from my thoughts, I felt his tongue slowly swipe up through my folds and to my clit. 

That act seemed to make my sanity crumble, because I couldn’t help my volume as I cried his name. 

“Hosea! F-Fuck!” 

The sound of it made him moan, and it produced an arousing effect on me mentally and physically. 

I looked down between my legs, and the sight of him seemed too much, eyes closed and his eyebrows furrowed together with such devotion, like he truly needed to taste every last drop of my slick. 

“You’re so… oh Hosea, I love you,” I gasped softly, which made his eyes open. Accordingly, we made eye contact, which made me shiver. 

A true, genuine smile appeared on his face, and he as a result used his thumbs to spread me apart further and directly lick my clit.

That elicited another interesting sound, something like a squeal, that caught both of us off guard. 

More smug chuckling from him. 

I moaned again, letting him hear it from me just like I knew he enjoyed. 

An idea sprung into my head.

“Hosea… Hosea, get up on the bed,” I managed to say, even though it took my brain a moment to process.

He removed his mouth from me and raised a quizzical eyebrow. 

“Am I allowed to ask why?”

“No, just get up here,” I demanded, reaching for him.

He complied eagerly, seemingly excited to know what I had in store for him now.

He was sitting on the bed, and I pushed him back to lay down, adjusting everything so he’d be comfortable. 

Promptly, I kneeled above his face, and he had that sly grin on as he reached to pull my thighs closer to his face. 

“Ah-ah, not so fast, Mr. Matthews,” I said, stopping him. He frowned, seemingly upset that I wasn’t going to ride his face.

I simply smiled and turned around, still above him, but leaning down towards his erection.

It was then he understood what was happening.

“Dove- dove wait a moment,” he rasped out, hands gently gripping my ass. 

I turned to face him, puzzled and wondering what he was about to say.

“Hosea?”

“I don’t want all that attention, I want to make you feel good tonight,” he expressed, gazing tenderly at me. I knew he meant it, because he often had nights like these where all he wanted to do was eat me out and finger me until I physically couldn’t take it anymore.

There was such a soft expression on his face, and so I gave him a reassuring smile.

“You know, for such a smart man, Hosea, you’ve always had such a hard time figuring out that making you feel good makes me feel good,” I assured him, letting one hand reach for his penis. 

He inhaled, and I saw the foggy arousal in his eyes, but he wasn’t convinced just yet. 

“I just know you’ve been stressed, (Y/N). I don’t want you thinking about anything else besides the pleasure,” he said, giving my behind a small squeeze. 

“Hosea, my love, you’ve got absolutely no idea how fucking good it feels to look at you when you’re in pleasure, or to listen to you when you moan. It makes me feel good, because I get to know that I’m making you feel good. It’ll make it better for me this way, I promise,” I continued, gently stroking him. 

His lips parted, and he sucked in a breath. 

“If you- if you’re sure, then alright,” he nodded, groaning softly as I squeezed his tip a bit harder. 

With his consent, I lowered my head, holding him as I took him in my mouth. 

He let out a gasp, something throaty and raw, which filled my insides with excitement. 

It was an adjustment, because just like the rest of him, his cock was long and thin, which meant it take much to feel him at the back of my throat.

What I couldn’t take in my mouth I took with my hand, applying as much stimulation to him as I could.

Of course, I was so focused on giving him pleasure that it shocked me to feel his hands push my ass down towards his face. 

I moaned around him as his tongue once again met my clit, devoting sweet attention to it. 

I pushed him deeper into my mouth, not feeling an urge to gag yet. It was always finicky, sometimes I could take him farther down my throat than others. 

But either way, he always showered me with praises and appreciations. 

“Oh sweet girl… oh that feels so.. so ah- o-oh,” he was gasping and groaning under my mouth, hands still massaging my ass as he buried his face back between my legs. 

I whined, feeling him push his tongue inside me.

“Fuck! Hosea…” I cried, lifting my mouth off of him for just a moment. 

He hit a spot that made my legs shake, and he was satisfied with himself, continuing there with more vigor. 

I let out another moan and then continued to devote myself to his erection. 

Once again, I pushed him into my throat, making a sucking motion that, much to my satisfaction, released a primal cry from his throat. 

There was such a feeling of accomplishment whenever I heard him moan, because to me, making Hosea feel good was one of the best things a sinner such as myself could do. 

Hosea deserved the world, and if I couldn’t give him that, I’d at least make him see stars this way. 

The new technique I applied seemed to encourage him, because he lapped fervently at my sweet spot as his thumb came under me to rub my clit. 

Again, my legs began to shake and I cried out around him, gripping his hips so I wouldn’t float away. 

I continued to try and pleasure him, but with the pleasure being so overwhelming I had to lift my mouth off of him, hardly coherent and needing to breathe.

“Hosea… Hosea I’m gonna- I’m gonna…” I moaned again, trying to convey to him that what he was doing worked wonders.

He gave my thigh a reassuring squeeze to let me know he’d heard me, and continued just as he was.

The pleasure began to build in my core, and practically my whole body, signaling to me that it was only a few more seconds before I was sent over the edge. 

And like clockwork, it was.

I cried out, legs shaking and insides clenching around his tongue as I came. Pleasure made everything hazy as I dug my nails into his hips and tucked my head in towards my body. 

Somewhere, I could still process that Hosea’s mouth hadn’t stopped. He was gentler now, trying to comfortably ease me through the orgasm. 

Slowly, my muscles began to relax, and I let my hands loosen and simply hold his hips. The rest of my body fell limp, and I simply laid on top of him for a minute as I came back to consciousness.

I sighed out, slowly sitting up and swinging my leg over his body so I could lay next to him. 

He pulled me close and kissed my forehead. 

“That was so good… Hosea,” I mumbled, letting my head rest on his chest. He simply chuckled and rubbed my back.

“You want to keep going? Or are you done for tonight?” He asked softly, petting my hair as he did. 

“Let’s keep going. I just needed a moment after that,” I said as I kissed him. He couldn’t hold back a smile as he slid down the bed, mischief in his movements. 

Hosea was unpredictable in the sense that I could never figure out what he was going to next, and this was especially true when It came to sex with him. 

I had no idea whether he was about to push his face between my legs again, push inside me, or finger me. 

This time, it ended up being the last. 

Spreading my legs, I watched as he moved between them, comfortably sitting there. 

Hosea’s hands moved up and down my legs, slowly teasing every inch of skin. 

I felt my body hair rise and my skin cover with goosebumps as he did, so tempted and thrilled by his touch.

“Hosea stop trying to seduce me and get to it already,” I gasped out, overwhelmed by my excitement. 

“Seduce you? Now, how you could insinuate such a thing. I am a gentleman, madam,” he jested with a grin, still not doing what I wanted and simply giving my thighs a squeeze. 

I gave a small snarl, reaching for his arms and pulling myself up so my face was inches from him.

“Hosea, I swear to god,” I muttered, ghosting my lips over his. 

His thumb and pointer finger came to my chin, and he simply quirked his head with that stupid smirk he loved to give me. 

“Is my dove getting impatient? C’mon, be a good girl for me, (Y/N), lay back down,” he instructed, denying me a kiss as he backed his head away. 

I wouldn’t stand for that though, and immediately gripped his hair to pull him in for the kiss I deserved. 

He seemed caught off guard by the rough action, but nonetheless he kissed back passionately, almost seeming turned on by my unusual boldness. 

It was then that I felt his thumb against my clit, making me gasp. Further, his middle finger pushed inside me. 

“Hosea…” I whined quietly, body shivering as his free hand went to the back of my head and pulled me forward so he could kiss my neck.

The sensation of his warm breath on my skin made me exhale shakily, reaching out to hold his shoulders as he curled his finger inside me.

I felt him add in his ring finger, and I let out a muffled moan, held back by his mouth temporarily leaving my neck to give my lips some love. 

I pushed my tongue inside his mouth, whining as he pumped his fingers inside me.

“F-Fuck… Hosea,” I whimpered, grinding against his fingers, which knew which motions to make and just where to brush up against.

“You want another one?” He asked, panting as he kissed me sloppily.

“Yes.. oh god, ahum..” I told him, noises slipping from my throat at the thought of another finger inside me.

I felt his pointer finger around my entrance, teasing as he slowly but surely pushed it inside, filling me with three fingers. 

I gasped out, unable to contain my noises as he worked my g-spot and clit simultaneously, waves of pleasure running through every inch of my body.

My legs switched around him, and I leaned my head forward onto his shoulder, rocking my hips against him and whining.

“That feels so- so good,” I gasped, letting out small moans and cries as he pumped his fingers with more passion. 

“Relax, dove. Let me take care of my girl,” he whispered, pecking my cheek sweetly. 

In return, I raised my head to kiss him once more. The sweet taste of his lips could drive me insane just in themselves, let alone the way he was working my body. 

I wrapped an arm around his neck, shivering as my back arched against his hand. I could feel the pressure building, and I knew that if he continued much longer I’d be falling apart. 

“Hosea.. I’m getting… I’m getting close,” I whispered, clenching around his fingers as he just ever so slightly increased the pressure of his movements.

I cried out, grappling his hair in my free hand and pulling myself up slightly, trying my hardest to get away from the overwhelming sensations, but he wouldn’t let me.

Even as I lifted myself away, his hand followed with my body, continuing with his motions and not allowing me an escape. 

“Hosea! Oh.. oh fuck!” I cried, not able to break away from all the euphoria of it. He was so skilled, so talented when it came to making me feel this way. I’d never been with a man who was so capable of making me lose my mind in such a manner, and who was capable of stimulating me so perfectly in so many different ways. 

“You’re alright, my dear. Such a good girl, taking it so well, aren’t you? So good for me,” he muttered against my neck, placing kisses there. 

Still overwhelmed, I raised myself onto my knees, but to no avail. Hosea’s hand seemed to follow wherever I did, and as a result my legs began to shake. 

“Hosea! I can’t- oh I’m so- so close,” I gasped, hands digging into his shoulders as I pressed my body against him, overwhelmed and having a hard time controlling my movements. 

His mouth found my breasts quickly, hungrily kissing and licking as I moaned and whined.

“Come on, Dove. Come for me,” Hosea encouraged, which was really all I needed now. 

There was a moment of silence as my climax built, and then a loud, throaty moan as I finally came. 

The orgasm was earth shattering, my legs shaking and giving out as I collapsed into his lap, holding his head and burying my face into his neck as I cried out. 

My moans were so loud I was sure that Arthur must’ve been woken up by them, but I couldn’t stop myself. It was so prolonged and overwhelming that I couldn’t even stop moaning. 

“That’s it, there you are, my sweet girl,” Hosea praised, placing kisses on my shoulder as I shook in his arms. His hand still hadn’t let up, and I could feel my vaginal walls pulsing around his fingers. 

“Such a good girl for me, so beautiful,” he muttered, gently slowing his fingers to let me recover.

I could feel myself beginning to come down, and all I could do was mutter his name.

“Hosea… Hosea… oh Hosea,” I whispered, panting and trying to catch my breath. I’d fully come down by now, and I went limp against him, closing my eyes and soaking in the feel of his skin.

I felt his fingers slowly slip out from inside of me, and then I felt his arm move upwards. Wondering what he was doing, I removed my face from his shoulder and set my eyes on his hand. 

The sight made me blush.

The sight being, of course, his fingers covered in my cum and slick. I glanced at it and then back at him, and it was no shock to see him wearing a proud smirk. 

I watched him bring his hand closer to his face and lick his fingers clean, loving the taste. 

“You taste wonderful, dove,” he mumbled, nuzzling his head against mine.

“I’m jealous, I didn’t get the chance to taste you,” I said, smiling and kissing his cheek. 

“Well, it’s only in my nature to be selfish,” he teased, hands placing themselves on my hips.

It was then that I noticed his erection, and felt bad I hadn’t taken care of it yet. 

I moved my hand down, gently rubbing him and trying to gauge his reaction. 

His lips opened, and he let out a soft sigh. 

“(Y/N)…”

I couldn’t help but smile, feeling him throb under my touch. My other hand reached for his balls, fondling him there too. A gasp came from his throat, and he thrusted into my hand. 

“Oh… it hurts,” he mumbled, and thinking he was referring to me, I instantly stopped all motion and apologized.

“I’m sorry, Hosea. I didn’t mean to-“

His eyes shot open, and he instantly realized his mistake.

“No! No, dove, not you. You felt good, so, so good. My erection- well, I want you so bad it hurts, that’s what. I need you, dove,” he corrected, and I saw the lust in his eyes. I quickly realized that he must’ve been in pain because he was so hard, and I quickly made it my task to take care of that.

“Oh, Hosea. I’ll help you, hold on,” I whispered, kissing him and lifting myself up a bit. I tried to mount him, but he stopped me, hands holding my hips still. 

“Let’s do it this way,” he suggested, gently pushing my back onto the blankets. 

“But Hosea- you’re doing all the-“

“Shhh. It’s alright, dove. I’ve been saving my energy, rest assured. Plus, I get to see your pretty face, don’t I?” He smiled, kneeling in front of me and slowly spreading my legs apart. 

For once I decided to simply comply, because tonight wasn’t a night of teasing and fighting back. Tonight was just raw and loving sex, and with Hosea, sometimes that was my favorite. 

He glanced between my legs, sighing with contentment as he reached down for his penis and moved a bit closer. 

“You ready, my dear?” He asked, searching my eyes for any hint of nervousness.

“More than. I need you, Hosea,” I whimpered, hot with anticipation for him. His chuckle in response somehow managed to make me even more needy. 

His hands gripped my hips and thighs, holding me there and letting his erection rub against my clit.

“Fuck… that feels good,” I whispered, gripping the pillow and closing my eyes for a moment.

Hosea seemed to appreciate this, because he continued to grind against that sweet spot, and slowly dragged himself down through my wet folds. 

“You feel good, dove,” he quipped in response, letting out a soft groan. We both seemed happy here, grinding against each other with gentle moans and whines, but I needed to feel him in me and I needed it now.

“Hosea, please… I need you- I need you to-“

A gasp immediately lifted from my throat before I could finish, because he hadn’t taken any time to wait before pushing inside me. Of course, he hadn’t been able to go all the way in, because I needed some time to adjust, but the sensation had been wonderful all in the same. 

“Hold on, dove. Almost there,” he whispered, pulling out a bit and then pushing in a bit deeper. He did this once or twice more and whined as he pushed all the way inside me. 

“You feel so… so good, (Y/N),” he whispered, letting himself sink into me. 

I bit my lip, rocking my hips slowly to let him know I was ready.

Slowly, he began to thrust, placing a hand on my stomach to keep me steady.

“Hosea… god you’re so big,” I mumbled, hardly coherent. He was big, more so in length than girth, but he was able to hit every spot perfectly, and the feeling of him bumping against my cervix when we were rough was always welcomed. 

He chuckled, but quickly stopped as the pleasure coursed through him. 

“You’re so wet… so wet and warm for me,” he muttered, slowly leaning over me and thrusting a little faster, now at a nearly moderate pace.

I whined, pushing my thighs around his hips. I needed him to be as deep inside me as possible.

I bucked my hips against his, wanting more friction. He took the hint and picked up his pace a bit, but not without a few taunts.

“Easy there, girl. Woah now,” he teased, grinning down at me. I began to laugh, but it was cut off by a moan as he pounded into me with a little more force than usual. 

“Fuck… Hosea,” I gasped, reaching for him and pulling him down closer to me. 

His hands now came to press on the bed, holding himself up as he pushed harder and harder, making me moan relentlessly.

The cot shook intensely beneath us, and for a moment I was worried it might snap, but the thoughts were insignificant as Hosea continued to pound. 

“Fuck… oh fuck, fuck,” I moaned, feeling him begin to bump against my cervix. 

“You feel so good… my dear, so so good,” he whispered, moaning and then moving to kiss my neck. 

His hot breath, let alone his wet tongue, made even more pleasant nerves shake my body, and it was nearly impossible to focus on anything but the pleasure. 

“H-Hosea…”

“Relax, dove, I’ve got you.”

My heavy breathing continued as I leaned into his warmth, body pressed against mine as he filled me up. 

I couldn’t help the moans and gasps that emitted from my throat as he filled every nerve in my body with pleasure, mind foggy and unable to process anything besides him. 

“Y-(Y/N)… I’m getting close, we oughta… oughta switch positions,” Hosea gasped out, hands clenched in the blankets.

“No, I want you to finish,” I mumbled, keeping my legs firm on his hips and waist. It was true, I wanted him to come. Hosea always pleasured me orgasm after orgasm, and even if it would take us a bit to get back into it afterwards, I still wanted the same for him.

“(Y/N)- (Y/N), n-no… I’m not gonna be able to go again…” he said, trying to slow himself down to no avail as I rocked my hips against him. 

“Yes you will- t-trust me,” I breathed out, in so much pleasure and trying so hard to make him come. 

I heard a mangled groan emerge from his throat, and I could feel him twitch inside me as he tensed up and spilled his cum inside me. 

“(Y/N)… o-oh fuck… (Y/N).”

God, his face looked so perfect as he came, the sight itself felt like enough to arouse me further. I didn’t think there was anything I loved more than seeing his face contorted in such pleasure the way that it was. He was so beautiful.

Hosea’s legs shook as he slowly fell on top of me, head resting on my breasts as a wave of peace overcame him. 

I smiled, petting his hair as he caught his breath and bathed in the euphoria. 

“I love you, Hosea,” I whispered, kissing the top of his head.

He lifted his head as I said it, and pulled himself up a bit to kiss me. 

“I love you more, my dear,” he mumbled, still not fully with me. 

I felt him pull out, and I watched intently as he rolled beside me and began to go flacid.

“Y-You shouldn’t have done that, you didn’t finish off first,” he lamented, turning to look at me.

“I know, and that’s alright. When you’re ready I’m fairly confident I can get you hard again, and then we’ll keep going, hm?” I said, leaning over to kiss his neck. 

He instantly leaned into my lips, hand reaching for my waist so he could pull me closer.

“Well, I’m almost ready, dear. Just another moment,” he agreed, taking a big breath and relaxing. 

After a minute or two had passed, he rolled me over and began kissing my neck with more passion than I had displayed. 

I couldn’t hold in a moan, especially as he began to suck and lick my skin. 

Needing to take control for a moment, I pushed him back and straddled him, subconsciously letting the mixture of my slick and his cum drip onto his stomach. 

However, he certainly realized this, because his eyes went wide.

“(Y/N),” he said, motioning for me to wait a moment. I raised an eyebrow, wondering what he was up to as he raised his knees and pushed me back up onto his thighs. 

He finally revealed himself as he spread my legs, inhaling at the sight. 

Looking down, I finally saw the cum littered across his stomach and waist, and I swallowed before meeting his eyes. 

“You’re drippin’ all over me, dove,” he remarked with a pleased grin, reaching out to thumb my clit. 

I bit my lip and gave out a gentle whine as he did, still observing the cum on his stomach and the cum that continued to fall from my insides. 

“It’s your fault, Mr. Matthews, I’ll have you know that,” I teased, feigning upset and looking away. 

He chuckled, but said nothing as he observed me. I looked back at him, and he had the fondest look in his eye as he continued to gently rub my clit. It wasn’t enough to make me cum, but it was enough to keep me stimulated, and that was his goal.

“(Y/N), you are so beautiful. You oughta be the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, right next to my dear Bessie. And I- well I’ve always thought that of you but now- right now, with you sittin’ on my lap as my seed spills out from you… god, you’re beautiful.”

I felt myself soften, and we met halfway to kiss each other. 

“Oh Hosea… I love you,” I whispered, leaning my forehead against his. 

“I love you too, dearest. So much.”

I smiled and kissed him again, gently moving my hips forward and beginning to grind on his penis. 

Hosea jolted as he felt it, sighing out and reaching for my hips as I continued to rock my hips against him, pleasuring myself and helping him grow hard again. 

I was still leaning over him, and he used one hand to hold my hair back as I bucked on him. 

Slowly but surely, I could feel him twitching and growing harder beneath me. Still, I knew he could get harder, and I was determined.

Hosea began to grind against me in response, and the room filled with heavy breathing.

We rocked against each other in sync, and as the tip of his penis bumped my clit, I let out a feral moan, pressing down on him even harder and burying my face in his neck.

Hosea moaned in response and once more began to lap at my neck, making me shiver and moan even more. 

“Sweet girl… look at you, getting yourself off on me. So beautiful… such a good girl, huh?” He soothed, making me whimper and buck my hips faster. 

The friction of his cock against my clit was beginning to drive me wild, and I knew if I continued much longer I’d be finishing within seconds. 

“F-Fuck… Hosea I’m so close…” I whispered, slowly pushing myself up so I could sit up on him and go even faster. 

“I know, dove, I know. You’re doing such a good job,” he praised, hands reaching for my breasts. 

As he fondled, I sighed out in pleasure and reached for his waist to hold myself steady as I continued to grind on him, essentially going as fast as I could. 

“H-Hose-Hosea… I’m not- not hurting you, a-am I?” I got out, though with much struggle, as it occurred to me that such intense friction might actually hurt.

“No, dove, no, you feel wonderful. You’re so wet, so wet for me that it doesn’t hurt a single bit,” he assured, breathing heavily and smiling at me to let me know it truly was alright. 

I nodded, moaning as I continued to grind, and as he teased my nipples. No real sensation came from it, but the attention and the warmth of his hands made it pleasant for me. Not to mention, it provided much needed support as I bounced and bucked on him. 

But that aside, my building pleasure presented itself to me once more, and my moans began to get louder as I got closer. I knew it was only a few more seconds until I came, and so I shut my eyes to keep myself from being overwhelmed. Of course, Hosea protested this. 

“No, dove, look at me. C’mon, look at me. Good girl, there you are, so beautiful,” he gasped, holding his eyes on mine as my brows furrowed even more and my mouth fell open.

“H-Hosea I-I’m-“

“I know, dear. I know, you’re so close. Go on and come for me.”

His command was all I needed as my orgasm hit and I cried out his name with an immense volume, desperately trying to continue my erratic movements but struggling as the pleasure crashed down on me. 

“Hosea! F-Fuck.. Hosea! Fuck… oh fuck.. Hosea,” I cried out, followed by another loud yelp of his name as he picked up the pace of his own hips to prolong my orgasm and bring even more satisfaction.

A loud, desperate moan came from my throat as he continued, and as I came down against his chest I heard boots shuffling above us. 

Either we’d just woken Arthur up, or he’d been up and decided we’d been going for long enough that he needed to escape. 

I panted against Hosea’s chest, in that moment not caring an inch that we’d woken Arthur up, too overwhelmed and happy as I leaned into my husband. 

I was so tired and spent that I could feel my heart pound in my chest, and even more importantly, I could feel my clit pounding too, so sensitive from all the stimulation I’d put it through.

I sighed out, kissing Hosea and rolling over next to him. 

“You done for the night?” He asked, kissing my cheek. 

“No, no. I still need you inside, I just want a little bit before that,” I explained, catching my breath and reaching down to rub his penis as I came back to myself. Hosea moaned and nodded.

“Alright, dove, take your time. You’ve done a real good job for me thus far, I don’t know how you’ve still got any energy,” he chuckled softly, leaning his head into mine.

“I’ve just got determination, and plus, it’s hard to say no when it’s with you,” I said, smirking and kissing him. He laughed into my mouth, slipping his tongue inside and moaning as I did the same. 

Feeling ready, I broke away and observed his face.

“You’re so handsome, Mr. Matthews,” I muttered, kissing his jawline.

“As are you, Mrs. Matthews,” he shot back, grinning. I decided to stop the teasing and get straight to it.

“Where do you want me?”

He raised his eyebrows, still smiling softly and pondering the question. 

“Where would you like to be?”

“I- I don’t know, I’ve got a few ideas,” I said with a shrug. 

“Well, who said we had to stay in one place? What do you want to start with?” He asked, kissing me again. 

“Maybe I’ll get on top while you sit up, we can kiss that way,” I suggested, and he smiled.

“That sounds perfect, dove.”

Accordingly, Hosea sat up and crossed his legs as I climbed into his lap, reaching for his shoulders. 

“You ready?” He asked, hands moving to my hips. I nodded, giving him a sweet peck as I raised myself up, carefully waiting as he reached for himself and searched for a moment. 

As he found my entrance, he pushed in a little, and held himself as he waited for me to take the initiative. 

I slowly lowered myself, adjusting to him again as I sank all the way down with a sigh, slowly rocking my hips on him to stretch my insides out a bit.

“(Y/N)…” he gasped, kissing my shoulder as I wrapped my arms around his neck. 

Slowly, I began to bounce on him, aided by his hands which held me firm. 

“Such a good girl. You feel so good, dove,” he praised, lifting his head so he could capture my lips with his.

It was messy, and we were both panting, which somehow made the kiss even hotter and desperate. 

But we kept our pace slow, just intimately enjoying each other as we fucked. Nearly every inch of skin was pressed together this way, and it felt wonderful.

I began to kiss his neck, sucking there to get him back for the marks he’d most assuredly left. 

He chuckled as he moaned, knowing exactly what I was doing.

“Getting me back, aren’t you?” He mumbled, groaning again as I came down on him with a bit more force than before. 

“And I’m keeping your neckerchief,” I threatened, going back to leaving hickeys on his neck. 

He growled, gripping onto my hips and forcing me to go faster now. 

“Hosea.. fuck,” I muttered, feeling so good as he lifted and lowered my hips, practically doing all the hard work for me. 

His hips began to buck up into me, and I moaned as they did, because he’d begun to hit an entirely new spot, and god it felt wonderful. 

Again, I kissed him, and he wasted no time letting his tongue push into my mouth, making me moan and cry out due to all the stimulation. 

I took some initiative and bounced a bit faster on him, making him groan and snap his hips up against mine. 

We were both a moaning mess, and I moaned even louder as his hands found my ass.

He gave a gentle squeeze before gripping and continuing to take some of the burden off of me, which helped as my knees began to grow sore.

We’d have to switch positions soon, but I was enjoying it now, and that was all that mattered.

Soon kissing became too much, and we had to pull apart to breathe. 

Tension was building my stomach, but not quite enough to make me come, and I knew that.

Nevertheless, I continued to bounce on him, needing the sensations that came with it. 

“Y-You ready to switch yet?” He asked, moaning and giving my ass a small slap. 

I moaned, nodding my head.

“I was going to ask, my knees are getting a bit sore,” I admitted, slowing myself down so we could safely switch up. 

“Any ideas, ma’am?” He asked as I carefully lifted off of his dick, not wanting either of us to get hurt.

“Would you be willing to get behind me?” I asked, to which he smiled and nodded.

“Certainly. Set yourself up where you’d like and I’ll position myself accordingly,” he said, moving aside so I could do whatever I wanted. 

I decided to take up a more relaxing position, laying on my stomach and pushing my legs together as I rested my head on the pillows.

I felt Hosea move behind me, placing a leg on each side of me and lowering himself a bit. 

His hands came to my ass, massaging there as he moved forward a bit to mount me. 

His hands spread me apart, and he positioned himself as he slowly pushed in. There was less resistance this time now that he’d already been inside, and we both moaned out as he entered. 

He gripped my hips to hold himself steady, and he began thrusting, slowly at first, but he picked up quickly as he knew I needed him badly. 

“Fuck… Hosea…” I moaned, raising my head to look at his reflection in the window. 

His hair was messy, and his eyebrows were pushed together in immense pleasure as he fucked me. The sight might’ve been the most arousing thing I’d ever seen. 

Having my legs pressed together made things tighter, and I knew it felt better for both of us this way. 

“God… (Y/N)… you feel so- so good,” he groaned, pounding into me with more force now. 

All I could do in response was moan, gripping the pillow as I cried out. 

The way he was fucking me might’ve produced the most amount of sound yet, both from our mouths and from the cot, which was slamming against the crates as our bodies rocked against each other. 

Hosea suddenly decided to smack my ass, a behavior I’d noticed he’d take up whenever he wanted to get more sound out of me, and I eagerly complied.

“Hosea! O-Oh fuck, Hosea do that again,” I whined, trying to encourage him because I truly did want him to do it again. There was something strangely erotic about him singing praises while smacking me that way, so rough and unhinged. 

Never one to deny me, Hosea eagerly smacked it again, moaning as he did and then instantly massaging it to soothe the aggravated skin. 

I cried out as I felt it, the sound filling my ears and making me even more desperate. 

“Such a good girl, (Y/N). Takin’ me so well as I fuck you and spank you, hm? So good for me, sweet thing,” he murmured, moaning as he finished his praise. 

I whined, nodding and spreading my legs just a little bit to let him go deeper.

He pulled my hips back onto his, and I cried out as he hit my cervix. 

“Fuck! H-Hosea…” I called out, having to bury my face in the pillow for a moment. 

“Did I hurt you?” He asked quickly, slowing his thrusts and getting more gentle. He’d clearly misinterpreted my cry, and I felt bad, immediately reassuring him he’d done something good.

“No! No, you went so deep it knocked that out of me. It felt good, I promise, keep going,” I explained, backing up onto him to encourage him. 

He nodded, leaning down to kiss me and then picking his pace back up. 

Again, I was moaning and gasping as he continued with his relentless pace, making me see stars. 

“So good… so good, Hosea,” I muttered, eyes watering because the pleasure was so intense. He could hear my voice cracking, and he moaned in response, lifting my legs up and placing my hips on his thighs.

The added angle made me gasp, because he’d begun to hit the perfect spot, and my moans had suddenly become two times as loud. 

“Fuck! Hosea- Hosea right there,” I moaned, tears dripping onto my cheeks because it was so overwhelming. 

The unfortunate part was, as good as he felt, I didn’t imagine I’d be able to come without him rubbing my clit, and the position made it difficult for me to do it myself. 

Either way, I’d take this for a while longer because god it felt good when he pounded into me like this. 

His hand came up my back, and I made eye contact with him in the window, legs shaking as he continued to pound into my g-spot. 

He seemed to notice the tears, because he moaned and somehow managed to go even harder, which made more of them fall from my eyes as I cried out.

“Look at you, dove, crying and f-falling apart for me. You’re takin’ me so well, so well, Y-(Y/N),” he managed to choke out, pleasure evident in each word. 

I moaned again, his words washing over me and making me feel so special somehow. Because god, I was falling apart and it was his doing. 

As he continued to pound, I suddenly became nervous he was going to overexert himself as he sometimes did.

I tried to tell myself it was nothing, but I felt his thrusts falter, and I heard a choked wheeze come from his throat, like he was trying to hold it back. 

“Hosea-“

Just as I said his name, he began to cough, and I moved forward so he’d slip out before turning around to face him and help him through it. 

I took him in my arms, petting his head and rubbing his back as he coughed and wheezed. I gave his back a few pats to help it out, and when the coughing passed I felt relieved. He was still wheezing, but the worst of it was when he coughed, because it was always so violent.

“Oh Hosea,” I whispered, burying my face in his neck. 

“I can’t even- can’t even make love to you without wheezing and coughing,” he criticized, catching his breath. 

“You overexerted yourself, that’s all. It’s alright, Hosea,” I tried to assure him, pressing my lips to his cheek.

“Still, I should be able to do that without such troubles. I used to- I mean a few years ago when we-“

“A few years ago we weren’t stuck in a hot, humid swamp. Your lungs are worse here, and either way, you went a little too hard and that’s alright,” I continued, placing my hands on his face so he’d look me in the eyes.

He looked so sad, and it broke my heart. He was right, the cough had gotten worse, but the last thing I was going to do was acknowledge that. 

“(Y/N)-“

“Hosea, you owe me something, don’t you?” I said quickly, changing the subject. He paused for a moment, but forced himself to cheer up and nodded.

“I believe I do. Perhaps we oughta change positions?” He suggested. I nodded, thinking for a moment before pulling him down next to me on the bed and facing away from him. 

He understood instantly, adjusting himself a bit so everything was in the correct place. He reached to lift my leg a little before lining up at my entrance, kissing my shoulder as he did.

He pushed in slowly, and his mouth moved closer to my ear.

“I know I like to pity myself a good deal, and I know you get worried, but when I say things it’s more because I get annoyed- not because I’m- well, I’m not going anywhere anytime soon, (Y/N). You know that,” he whispered tenderly, and I swallowed to keep myself from crying. 

“I try to tell myself it’s not a big deal but I- I get so worried sometimes, Hosea. And then I feel guilty for being worried, because I know you don’t want me to be,” I admitted, turning my head to face him. 

He propped himself up on his arm so we were face to face, and his free hand cupped my cheek. 

“I know, dear. I’ll be alright, though. I’ve got something to hold on for, and most of the time you make me feel healthier than I’ve felt in years,” he said, kissing me sweetly and tucking some hair behind my ear.

“I love you, Hosea,” I mumbled, sighing and reaching back for his head. 

“I love you more, dearest.”

He kissed me once more, and he slowly began to thrust, movements sensual and loving as he held me close. 

Our position was intimate, and I felt so cherished pressed up against him the way that I was. 

“So beautiful.. so beautiful, (Y/N),” he muttered, hand reaching for my breasts before coming down to cup my stomach. Hosea had always loved the soft skin there, always loved the intimacy of it and the warmth. Sometimes I let myself wonder how much more he’d love my tummy if I were to ever end up pregnant.

And on the subject of pregnancy, the thought of his cum spilling into me made me more than a bit desperate for him. 

“Hosea… faster,” I whispered after a moment, and he complied as he kissed my neck. 

Hosea moved his hand even further down, and I inhaled sharply as he found my now oversensitive clit. 

“H-Hosea, c-can you be a little gentler? I’m still sensitive,” I said softly, feeling a bit too overstimulated by the direct attention. 

“Sorry, dove.Tell me how this feels,” he whispered, switching from his thumb to his pointer and middle finger so the contact wouldn’t be as direct. 

As he switched, I moaned out, now feeling the perfect amount of sensation. 

“That’s perfect, god, just like that.”

He chuckled, continuing his motions and leaning his head on my shoulder. 

I reached back for his hip, not sure where else to grab as he rocked my body. 

“You want me to go faster?” He asked after a moment, always trying to make me feel as good as he possibly could. 

“Y-Yes, please. I need you,” I gasped, crying out when he eagerly complied and began thrusting at a punishing pace. 

“I love you, (Y/N),” he moaned out, unoccupied hand pushing underneath me and wrapping around so he could hold my breasts. 

“Hosea… I- I love you too,” I managed to choke out, turning my head back to kiss him. 

The kiss was sweet, but there was passion, and it made butterflies fill my stomach all these years later.

Sex with Hosea was no mundane task, it wasn’t just pleasure or fun, it was loving and enriching. There was always the realization that the man inside of me was the man who’d held me during my darkest hours, who’d taken care of me when I was sick, who’d protected me from gunfire and all sorts of animals. I shared so much with Hosea and I felt it so strongly when we made love. 

It was more important to me than anything else, and I’d never forget that. 

When we broke apart he kissed my cheek, and I leaned into him, free hand reaching for the back of his head.

I whined as he gave my clit a bit more attention, and he was careful to watch my reaction. When nothing seemed wrong, he continued with that, and did so with encouragement when I moaned. 

“Hosea- Hosea can you- just a little harder,” I requested, fingers grabbing his silver hair as he granted the request. 

He was pounding so passionately, and his hand was rubbing my clit so purposefully that it was hard not to feel my climax beginning to build. 

This was even more heightened as his leg came between mine, lifting it a little to get a new angle.

That being said, the new angle had him pounding into my g-spot once more, and the noise that escaped my throat let him know that.

“Right there, hm? Such a good girl, you like that, don’t you?” He cooed, unable to hold back a moan as he continued.

“So wet… so wet for me, dove,” he continued with his sweet nothings, making me whimper and whine in response. 

“Hosea- Hosea I want- I want to hear you,” I said, breathing heavily and trying to contain myself for a moment. 

“H-Hear me?”

“Like this.”

I pushed back against him as he thrusted in, and I clenched my vaginal walls tight around him. A long, low moan came from his throat, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“I- I see. I’ll be loud for you, dove,” he murmured, thrusting harder as he regained control. 

As we continued, the room filled with moans, cries, and each other’s names. 

I sincerely hoped Arthur was no longer in his room, and I also hoped that the Marston’s were far enough away. 

If they weren’t, I feared Jack would need a talking to. 

“(Y/N)… oh (Y/N),” Hosea gasped, moaning loudly and leaning his head into my neck. 

“Hosea- Hosea I’m getting close,” I cried, orgasm beginning to build.

“So good- so… so good,” he whispered, fingers still working my clit with more than enough experience. 

We moaned in unison, and I leaned back to kiss him. Sloppily, our mouths met, and then they quickly broke apart because neither of us had enough breath for anything more. 

Still hitting my g-spot, Hosea was bringing me more pleasure than I’d ever imagined was possible. I could only recall a few times we’d had such intense sex, which wasn’t even a critique of our other sex, more a praise of the sex we were currently having. 

Though, all forms of intercourse with Hosea were wonderful in their own ways. 

Pulled from my thoughts, I heard another moan, and I wasn’t entirely sure who it came from.

Either way, I also became extremely aware of the fact that the way Hosea was pounding me was extremely loud. My ears seemed to have become used to the loud clapping coming from between us, along with the shaking of the crates. It was truly amazing how loud sex managed to be sometimes.

And of course, the moan from my throat as Hosea increased pressure on my clit made that excruciatingly evident. 

“Fuck! Hosea… oh Hosea.. fuck,” I gasped out, as close to an orgasm as I was to seeing god. 

“You getting c-close? Or s-should we switch up?” He asked, panting and groaning loudly.

“Yes! I’m so- so close, don’t- don’t change a thing,” I told him, shutting my eyes closed because I was so overwhelmed. 

His warm breath was suddenly on my neck, panting and beginning to kiss there, because Hosea knew it was all that I needed to come.

“You’re alright, dove… be a good girl, come for me, hm?” 

My orgasm washed over me, and I was incapable of anything but letting out the loudest moan I’d released all evening. Of course, there were also a slew of cusses and my husband's name. 

“Hosea! F-Fuck! Hosea!” I cried out, gripping his hair and his hip harder than was probably safe, but there was no protest. Instead, he continued to pound into me, moaning and whispering things that I could barely hear.

“So good- such a good girl for me, that’s it… that’s it, good, you’re doing so good,” he praised, thrusts getting slower and sloppier as my vaginal walls clenched and pulsed around him. 

“(Y/N)! O-Oh.. oh, (Y/N)… my sweet thing,” he gasped, collapsing beside me and leaning into my neck. He was no longer thrusting, and his hand was no longer moving. 

I felt his balls twitch, and then the rest of his penis as his cum spilled inside of me. 

We were both panting and trying to regain consciousness, still overwhelmed by the orgasm that we’d both experienced.

“Hosea… oh… Hosea,” I whispered, simply laying there and enjoying the warmth of him. I felt him press a kiss to my neck, sighing contently. 

“You did so good, dove,” he murmured, snuggling close to me. 

“You took such good care of me,” I whispered back, glad we were on top of the blankets because it had become so hot inside. I was fairly certain we’d fogged up the window. 

“Had to prove Micah wrong, the bastard.”

I laughed, shaking my head.

“No talking about Micah after sex, I feel too good to think about him,” I sighed, leaning back to kiss Hosea.

“Well said, my love.”

I could feel him beginning to go soft, and he pulled himself out after a moment. 

Reaching over, he grabbed a cloth, and after a moment I felt the soft fabric between my legs and along my thighs, cleaning me up. 

“If it wasn’t so uncomfortable I’d leave it be, I find it so beautiful when my cum’s all over your thighs. Makes ‘em glisten,” he said, and I could hear that he was smiling. 

“I know. I like seeing my slick on you,” I confessed, looking back to see him raise an eyebrow. It also seemed that he’d cleaned himself up in the process. 

“Well, don’t worry yourself, dove. You can think about it next time you see me wear this.”

He raised the cloth that I’d felt, and my eyes went wide to see it was his neckerchief. He’d done this a few times before, mostly because he’d smirk at me whenever I glanced at it hanging around his neck the next day. 

That being said, he’d obviously wash it after that. 

“You’re so incredibly ridiculous, Hosea.”

He couldn’t help but laugh, putting the rag aside and moving to open our window a little. 

I wasn’t surprised that it was cooler outside than it was in our room. 

I turned over onto my other side, facing him and smiling. 

“What’s wrong? Do you want me to close it?”

“No, you’re just so handsome.”

His face went red, and I giggled as I leaned forward to kiss him. He smiled as I did, pulling me close. He’d rolled onto his back now, and I let my head rest on his chest. 

“I love you very much, dove. I hope you know that,” he muttered, closing his eyes as we both began to grow tired.

“I know. I cherish it more than anything. I love you just as much, and I hope you know that,” I replied, also closing my eyes.

“I do. It’s what keeps me going.”

I felt him kiss the top of my head, and I smiled to myself.

“Goodnight, Hosea.”

“Goodnight, my dear.”

—————

When I woke up, it was brighter in the room than usual, and I wasn’t surprised to see that I was alone in bed. 

Hosea always had a hard time staying in bed past 6:30, something about it made him restless. In his place I found a note, and I smiled to myself as I read it. 

Goodmorning, dove.

Go ahead and sleep in, I’ll punch Micah myself if he gives you any crap about it. Whenever you want I can make some coffee, but like I said sleep as long as you need, god knows you need it.

Your husband, 

-Hosea

I smiled and began to sit up, but footsteps and voices outside distracted me. Hosea had left the window open, and I naturally got a bit curious.

“Goodmorning, Arthur.”

“Morning, Hosea. Glad it’s a good one for you.”

“Oh come on, what’s so bad about this morning?” Hosea asked, and I could hear it clear in his voice that he was teasing. It seemed we’d both heard Arthur get up last night. 

“Don’t play stupid with me, old man. You know perfectly well what you two did, loud as shit goin’ on for at least an hour. I thought you two would shut up and you never did, had to get up and leave because I couldn’t take it anymore.”

I heard Hosea laugh, and quite loudly too. 

“It’s not funny!”

“Oh Arthur, don’t let me hear you say it made you uncomfortable,” Hosea jested, still laughing to himself.

“You know me, Hosea, I’ve had my share of women and I know you’ve had yours, but Jesus I never wanted to hear it. You two couldn’t have been any quieter?”

More chuckling.

“I’m afraid not, Arthur. Take up all complaints with Miss Grimshaw.”

“I most certainly will!”

Now they both laughed, and I couldn’t help but smile to myself. 

As practically the only steady relationship in camp, it wasn’t the first time we’d been overheard, but Hosea had never made a scene of it. To him, why should he be ashamed? No, to him our sounds were those of affection and it wasn’t something to be ashamed of. 

“Jesus, she gave you those?”

“I gave her two for every one she gave me.”

They were quiet for a moment, and I thought perhaps Arthur had waved him off, but they spoke up again.

“Bet you wish she’d fight Micah more often now, don’t you?”

“You have no idea.”

“What’d he even say to her?”

“Said I kept her up all night with my coughing and wheezing, and that she should ‘be with a man that can still fire his gun’. Maybe you can go and tell him it’s not the coughing and wheezing keeping her up, and that my gun still fires perfectly fine.”

“Will do, Hosea. Will do.”

[zus-anka]

Wedding night Nanami Kento

angst, death, established relationship,

“Grief is just love without a place to go.” You remembered your therapist words as you were sobbing over his grave.

Nanami Kento.

You choked on your own tears as you thought more about him. Every day you had the same routine. Wake up. Cuddle. You iron his clothes. Especially his tie because you knew how much he cared about it. He would kiss you goodbye and go to work. Then after a minute he would always come back and knock on the door again because “I didn’t get enough of you”. You would giggle and hasten him. That day looked the same except he called you in the evening.

“I’m sorry love you have to eat alone today. Don’t wait for me”

“Okay handsome… be safe for me”

“Everything for my fiance”

Fiance. He proposed a year ago and immediately started planning the wedding. But you put the end to it. You told him you are too young for marriage and to life few next years as engaged couple. You two had plenty time for marriage. He told you how dangerous his job was and that he wanted to life his live to the fullest with you. “I may be selfish but I want to be with you forever. Make you the mother of my children.” And you still told him that you were too young. You were stupid. Now there is only grief.

“I can’t do is on my own here”

You weren’t as your shared apartment since you found out.

You fainted and your neighbors, hearing the thud, called for help. You woke up in the hospital and immediately went to jujutsu high to get some information. You just got his tie. Dirty and creased. Then you went to Shibuya. And you screamed. You knew he was there and it was all just a joke. Right? He wouldn’t break a promise. He wouldn’t do it to his fiance. You say him everywhere, in the store, right by the corner, beside you, next to some other person. This was the moment you first cried. It just hit you with full force. In that moment it got to you that he was gone. Your fiance would never hug you again. He would never come back for a deep kiss as the doorstep. You would never iron his clothes again. You would never have sex with him. You would never go on a date with him. You would never say “I love you” to him. You would never have a chance to marry this man. You collapsed to the floor touching your ring. “You were never selfish.”

“Who did you lose here?” some old lady asked you giving you a candle to light. It was a place where a lot of blood was shed. It again hit you.

“My husband.” you couldn’t help yourself. This feeling wasn’t similar to anything you ever felt before. Your heart bleed and you didn’t have a bandage. You lit the candle.

Then you went to the shrine and prayed to the goods to end this pain. You couldn’t breathe. You were suffocating. Your phone rang. Somebody from jujutsu high informed you about the burial.

“It will be a private ceremony to not…..” the words were mixing in your head. You didn’t want to listen about it.

“Make it bigger.”

“What?”

“The grave, make it bigger” you hung up.

Your long walk finally took you to the apartment. You were scared and wanted to throw up. You hadn’t eaten anything in more than a day. You unlocked the doors and the smell made you throw up anyway. It was hard to walk through your shared space. The silence. The warmth. It made you go to the bathroom. You made a decision. “I can’t make it on my own” you sat on the floor.

It took you a few hours to finally get the courage to take the pills. You had been crying, smelling his clothes, eating his snacks. Now you were lying with his tie wrapped around your ring finger. You closed your eyes and he entered the room.

“Hello love, I came back”

“I can see” you run up to him and kissed him.

“I could never get enough of you my love”

“I want to tell you something” you made a pause finding his beautiful, loving eyes “I want to get married. The quicker the better.” You have never seen him smile so hard.

Now two days later you have come back to your old routine. Again you were laying next to each other, your hands linked. But this time, you weren’t in your bed but some other life. Probably on your wedding night.

Yea I kinda cried writing this. the neighbourhood wasn't helping

[niceshoesexpres]

(Storytime 10) chatrooms, I use to do alot of this when I was younger and about to do it again......image from ghost in the shell laughing man episode.

When I was younger, I use to talk to people on chatrooms alot. I use to meet all sorts of people and like....i remmeber the remmeber the reason i use certain apps is cause of the people i met on chatrooms long time ago. Shit people dont talk about now. it's crazy how I use to do it at the library. I don't know why I use to do it but I do know that back then....things was alot better like the social media and dating apps was better. Now, social media is a dam mess. Back to what I was saying....yeah there is some interesting people on chatrooms you know. People would Crack jokes and shit and sometimes people would tell you things you need to hear. The world can be a lonely place especially these days with the stupid shit that's going on with these social media apps that I'm not going to get into.

But chatrooms are like old fashion way of networking online. As of today people are still using them and makes since to use them now cause connecting with people online now it doesn't quite feel the way its suppose to feel like it feels on a chatroom. maybe I'm getting old but facebook and MySpace and like nit really twitter , Twitter is actually getting better , but social media right now is going shit. You feel it in the air. People are using social media shit that don't even work nowadays on YouTube. YouTube is feeding false information now, trying to make money from som asshole who just want to feed you lies on a app, it's all disconnected with these social media apps now. You really got to go to chatrooms and sort this social media shit out. Pretty soon I'm going sort this fb shit out but I haven't got around to. So chatrooms give you that since of connections and belonging. And I'm trying to find that again. I guess that's where I'm going with this discussion.

And recently, I notice I need to change the way I do things for the better, the way I use to do things years ago is slowly going out the window. It's hard to keep up with what's going on you know, like I want things to go back to the way it was in 2010, the world wants to change and sometimes people want to be divks on social media and sometimes she changes so much to the point where you have to change the way you do things, and that's why I bringing up me going back to chatrooms, like my life is going change but it's going change in a different way and like from here on out it's going to be really different......and I dont know exactly how but I'm going to sort this mess out. I'm going to go back chatrooms and sort this mess out.

[trips-reciclados]

grief is so stupid. It's nonsense, it's been three months and I'm fucking still reeling and it's so deep rooted I don't know what to do with myself. Can't think about it too much bc now it's bringing up old, old, old pain for decade-old losses. It's so weird how I'd never thought before today to mourn my grandfathers as an adult. Teenage me witnessed their deaths in a teenage way. Why am I crying about them right now. Why does it feel like I *just* realized I lost my grandpas. How am I going to cope with losing more and more people, that I'm closer and closer with. How do people not just lose their minds, how does everyone function.

I've been set off by the dumbest things these past three months. Like, full-on sobbing over a mediocre 75-cent cherry pie from goddamn walmart kind of thing. But it's been a good few weeks and I, like, idk, for some reason I thought that part of it was over now. *Shocked* to discover this shit doesn't follow a linear progression. Stupid.

I miss my aunt, man.

We weren't even close how I'd have liked for us to be, how I think we could've been. I didnt know her deeply, she didn't know me much either. But she was funny and generous, and such a thoughtful person, and a brat to her big brothers, and a little too mean to her husband, and a little crazy about her dog. She was proud of being an honest, hard worker, but you could tell it gutted her to see her kids choosing the same retail hell she had no choice but to endure. I hope my cousins find their happiness, but she won't know it if they do. I miss how she wanted things to be soft and sweet and comfortable, but her jokes had more than a bit of a bite to them. It made me sad how nobody else would laugh with her about her death. She earned that gallows humor, dammit, and her delivery was impeccable. I hope she knew I loved her.

I am still so upset about all the times I didnt reach out. And all the times we did hang out, except not really, because we were at my parents' house and I was busy being well-behaved. My mother's daughter, so polite when there's company. Like I'm not a grown woman.

I'm fucking sad.

And yeah, I think I'm grieving three people tonight. I hadn't cried about my grandpas in years, I hadn't thought to mourn them since. But it's different, getting to know your older relatives as an adult, a peer. And I never got to do that with them, and I really, really wish I had.

And I think that's what I'm grieving, with them.

I'll get around to honoring their memory and thinking of the good times. I'll call my grandmas tomorrow. But right now I think I just needed to work through this.

[anotherhumaninthisworld]

Lucile Desmoulins talking shit about everyone she crosses path with in her diary compilation

1788

June 20 - I found a snail. I examined it a little, I broke its shell, but having fallen onto my stomach it made me cry out loud, because this ugly beast was crawling on my stomach! I made a big hole and buried it. In two or three days I will go and see what has become of it.

July 3 - Maman annoyed all evening by reading me passages from Grandisson, passages of which I did not know the subject.

July 5 - I went upstairs to read a few passages from Grandisson, but I had to go back down to go for a walk with everyone, which annoyed me quite a bit, because I would have liked to read forever. After a while I came back up, expecting to have escaped the glum company again, but after a while they all came back!

July 20 - Papa came with Monsieur m h l. and his nephew. La Mg came too. We had no shortage of boredom! He gave me La Romance du Saule, which I had lost. In the evening, the coach drove Monsieur m h l away. Papa did what he could to get La Mg to get in the coach, but this man is too tenacious, he didn't want to! He only left at 8 o’clock. A moment later Maman and I were walking down the road. At supper P talked about how bored he had been all day. Now he wants us to go to the Palais Royal. Great pleasure, we would be fine without it!

July 27 - L f left at 7 o’clock, L m didn't want to leave yet. Oh, what a man, how tenacious he is!

1789

O woman, cruel woman, woman unworthy of the sun that shines on you, what, celestial vengeance will not burst entirely on your head, will you triumph? Go, the day may not be far off when all the evils you cause will fall on you! You will groan then, but it will be too late! We won't complain! Fear the example of queens who, like you, have done evil! See: some perished in misery, others carried their heads on the scaffold. This may be the fate that awaits you...

Oh how long are the visits of the annoying ones! Naughty xxxx, go, if you come here, I will run far away in order to not see you! The fire rises in my face... stupid Irishman! He pities the queen, he does not want to speak ill of her… What is he getting involved in? Let him go to his own country! What is he getting involved in? We really need his help! He struggles to make us believe that he is French! Come on, you're Irish to the core and I'm French and I detest you! The weather is nice today.

On our way to the countryside, we encountered a procession. How ridiculous I find them, these priests, with their psalms! If I held power, I would abolish these foolish customs with their bread. When they sing, they sometimes make a patient die of fear! How low our religion is, it debases... What, men... Oh, what a lot to say! Be quiet, Lucile, let the men do what they want, close your eyes to their actions, you have nothing to do with them… They say that the Emperor is dead, that the Count of Artois is under arrest, that the count is exiled, that the queen weeps. This all sounds like very good news to me. When our enemies groan, we should rejoice.

1792

June 23 - Michelet came. How stupid he is.

June 24 - Fréron is scary. Poor halv-wit, you have very little to think about.

June 28 - I’ve been with Camille and the little Duplay at an old madwoman’s. Ah! Great God. What a carrion.

December 12 - Now I have made new acquaintances that I don't care about and that at the first moment I will tire of. Fréron has returned. He appears to still be the same, but I don't care, let him go crazy if he wants.

December 21 - Thuriot is a bloody pig, his face is so ugly that it stinks. He took great liberties with Madame Robert. She was pushing him back but not too hard, not to say weakly. She tells me, however, that she dislikes him very much.

December 22 - I had supper at Danton’s with madame Brune. How detestable she is!

1793

January 22 - Ricord came to see me. He is always the same, very abrupt and rude. […] Danton came. His jokes are as boor as he is. Despite this he is a good devil. Madame Robert seemed jealous of how he teased me. Fréron came. He always seems to sigh but how bearish are these manners. Poor devil. What hope do you hold? Extinguish in your heart a senseless …r (sic) What can I do for you? I pity you... No, no, my friend, my dear Camille. Never will this friendship, this love so pure, exist for anyone else but you, and those I see will only be dear to me through the friendship they have for you.

January 27 — She (Madame Robert) took us to Dejan's. There was a stupid aristocrat.

If you want to read Lucile’s diary in its entirety, check out the link provided in this this old post (thanks a lot, @georgesdamnton)! There’s lots of other great resources there as well.

[theunquenchablethirst]

Joyride (Jerome X Reader)

Smut, NSFW, 18+, porn without plot, honestly just hot, nasty filth 

Do not read unless you are a deviant!

Reader is walking home down a street she knows just like the back of her hand, but today there's an unfamiliar car parked up. Paying it no mind she continues past it, but soon discovers today is not going to be any regular day when a sinister voice calls to her from the mysterious car behind her.

Vaginal fingering, blowjobs, rough sex, semi-public sex, car sex, bondage, chocking, spanking, dom/sub undertones, dub-con, strong language, murder, kidnap

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Masterlist

I walked that street nearly every day, to and from Gotham High. I had for years. This would be my last year as I was 18 and about to graduate.

Everything seemed as normal as ever. The pretzel cart, the lady that walked her little dog, the kids playing jump rope. A fairly quiet street. I didn't know it then, but that day would be anything, but normal.

I was approaching the end of the street where I would cross the road. There was a car parked up I hadn't seen before. Big, black with tinted windows. I didn't pay it much attention and wasn't hesitant to carry on my walk past it. I reached the end of the street and stood waiting for the traffic to quiet so I could cross over, then behind me I heard the familiar sound of a car window winding down.

"Hey, princess." A sinister voice called.

I turned to look and peering out of the black car window was him. The most dangerous, most wanted man in Gotham city. Jerome Valeska.

I'd only seen him on the news and in papers before, but even then, he had scared me. He'd brought the city to its knees and left a trail of bodies and madness wherever he went. And now he was right in front of me.  

"Can I give you a ride?" He asked with his signature smile plastered on his scarred face, voice dripping with menace.

I froze still. I wanted to run as fast as I could, but his stare glued me to my spot.

"Come on, doll. I'll be nice."

I took a step back, weighing the risk of making a run for it. He sucked his teeth and looked down for something.

"I'd offer you candy, but uh..." He pulled a gun up to the window and pointed it at me.

"... Something tells me I won't need to." His smile somehow grew bigger as he locked his eyes on mine.

My heart was beating so loud I thought the whole city would be able to hear it. I had no choice. Knees weak, I nervously walked around to the passenger side door and opened it. I sat in the seat next to him, but pressed myself as close to the window as I could. I wanted to be as far away from him as possible, even if it was only by a few inches.  

"Ah, safety first. Seatbelt." He said dropping his smile and cocking his head.

Not caring weather or not he was joking, I pulled down the belt and buckled myself in. I did not want to make him angry. He grinned eerily and panic rose in my chest as his eyes burned holes in me.  

He reached a gloved hand out to my face. I flinched as he brushed a stray lock of hair behind my ear and stroked his knuckles down my jaw line and neck. His hand moved lower still down my arm, only stopping when he got to my shaking hand. I was grasping my bag so tightly my knuckles had turned white. He tugged at it a few times wanting me to let go. I released the bag and he pulled it off my lap and into his.

"Let's see what we got here."

He started to rummage through my possessions pulling each one out, mostly dubbing them boring and dumping them out of the window.

"Pain killers, boring. Pencil case, extra boring. Ooh, Jolly Ranchers! Don't mind if I do!"

He popped a sweet in his mouth, threw the rest over his shoulder into the back seat and got back to snooping.

"Keys, boring. Oh! A diary! I'll save that for later! A can of mace...."

He paused then let out a loud cackle as he held the mace.

"Oh, princess! Bet you wish you'd switched this out for a gun right about now!" He continued to giggle as he dived a hand back in.

"Aha! Phone!" He dropped my bag back in my lap and opened up my flip phone.

"You won't be needing this." He smirked and snapped it, letting the two halves fall and disappear under the driver's seat. Dread began to settle in as it dawned upon me that I now had no way to call for help and my mace was lying in the street. Not that it would've been much use against him anyway.

"Ok! Let's get this party started!" His giggled as he turned the key in the ignition. He turned towards me and revved the engine.

"Vroom, vroom." He mocked.

I sat there clutching my bag, waiting for the car to start moving. He fiddled with the gear stick and then slammed his foot down on the pedal as if there was a deadly bug that needed to be squashed. The tyres screeched like they were taking a layer of tarmac with them and he took off like a boy racer.  

I let out a scream as the sudden, fast pace sent a shockwave right through me. I sent my hands searching for something, anything to hold on to. There was a turn coming up, but I noticed it too late and I was flung into the side of the door like a ragdoll. All the time the loudest noise in my ear was maniacal laughter coming from Jerome in driver's seat. He was driving like he stole it, but then again, it was entirely possible he did.

"More?" He looked at me with a mischievously.

I shook my head, breathlessly, praying to any god that was listening that he actually cared about my answer.

"I think more." He sharply turned into an empty car park and spun around and around and around. I was pressed right up against him as I clung to the bottom of my seat. He laughed and banged his hand on the wheel, continuing to spin us around.

"You stupid son of a bitch!" I screamed forgetting myself.  

"Oh, I love 'em with fire!" He laughed again.  

Then all of a sudden, he stopped. I jolted forwards like a crash dummy so hard I thought I would hit the windshield. He'd been right about the seatbelt. I stared straight ahead and tried to catch my breath, when I heard angry shouting. An employee of the restaurant that owned the car park was making his way over to us with a red face.

Jerome stuck his head out of the window.

"What's that, pal?"  

I heard more shouting.

"Ok." Jerome reached for the gun and shot the employee straight in the head. I gasped at the sound and he fell down like a sack of bricks.

"Problem solved." Jerome grinned and pocketed the gun.

I felt my stomach turn. I'd just seen a murder right in front of me. That poor man. Jerome started the car again and left the car park, where he'd left a dead body and certainly tyre tracks.

"Some fun, eh kid?" He smiled at me. I couldn't find any words to reply. He sighed.

"I hate awkward silences." He reached down and turned on the radio. He flicked through a few channels until he found one playing music he seemed to like. An old rock station.

"Now this is better!" He looked at me with a satisfied smile, but dropped it when I still didn't reply.

"How do I get you to talk? Do I gotta drop a quarter in ya?" He turned another corner onto a straight, quiet road.

"I know." He smirked with a menacing look in his eyes.  

He pushed the pedal down, once again picking up speed. He was driving like there was money on it, but I'd at least managed to brace myself this time. He slowed a little as he got in place to drive side by side with the only other car on the road. He chuckled darkly to himself and then I realized why. Fear took my senses when I saw in the not too far distance, heading straight at us was a giant truck. The driver in the car next to us began to honk the horn and flash obscene hand gestures as the truck grew closer, but Jerome simply turned the radio up and began singing along with the words.

"Jerome..." I said tugging at his arm.

Nothing. And the truck was now honking at us to move.  

"Jerome!"  

The truck was too close for comfort. The sense that I was about to be flattened because of the idiot at the wheel filled my body.

"Jerome, move the damn car!" I shook his arm fiercely and slammed my fists in my chair.

He finally burst out cackling maniacally with an outrageous smile.

He slammed down the pedal and pulled forward in front of the car beside us, missing the truck by a hair. He laughed and howled like it was the funniest thing he'd ever experienced, whilst I sighed the biggest sigh of my life and slid low down my seat. He pulled over and parked.

"Nothing like a little near-death experience to get the blood flowing, eh doll?"  

I had melted into my seat and wasn't really paying attention.

"So, how'd you like me so far?"

"Is that a serious question?" I replied breathlessly. I didn't know where I got the confidence for it, but the words were coming out.

He just giggled.

"Ok, how about I behave... For a while."

"How about you let me go?"

He lifted a long finger at me.

"Tut tut, doll face. Don't make me wiggle my finger at you."

I shuffled backwards in my seat, propping myself upright again.

"So, you know my name? Are you stalking me?" He put his hand on his chest in mock fear.

"Everyone in Gotham knows your name. You're Jerome Valeska. You've terrorised the city and murdered dozens of people. The Gotham Gazette makes sure we don't miss these things."  

"The Gotham Gazette, huh? Note to self, send a gift basket their way." He chuckled to himself then looked at me.

“So, what’s yours?”

I told him my name. I was reluctant, but I was already here in the car with him.

“Hm, cute.” He replied.

I didn’t know why, but him calling me cute made me blush a little. I hoped he didn’t notice.

“You look fun.” He smiled.

“What do you mean?” I asked the question, but I wasn’t sure I really wanted to know the answer.

He pulled my diary out of the door pocket.

“Let’s get to know you, shall we?”  

“That’s private.” I said sheepishly. I really didn’t want him reading what was in there, but I knew I couldn’t stop him.

“Not anymore.” Jerome flicked through the pages, skimming them for interesting thoughts and secrets. It didn’t look like he was finding anything juicy, until he stopped at one page and read it in its entirety.

“I got asked out by a guy in my maths class. He’s nice, but really boring. Just like everyone else in my life. Even if I wanted to go out with him, my dad wouldn’t allow it. He says men are the devil and the only one I can trust is him. Yeah right, Mr it’s 5’oclock somewhere. Even if I took that seriously, he doesn’t have anything to worry about. The only guys in my life are complete clichés. So very predictable, so very dull. I’m so bored of this same old-same old. I want something exciting, an adventure. I need some thrills in this beige goddamn existence!”

He repeated back to me the words I had written just a week prior. He turned to me with a predatory look in his eyes. He let the diary fall from his hands carelessly and I knew then that I would be his prey. He took his gloves off and reached a hand towards my knee. He stroked and squeezed my leg and then journeyed up higher, fingers crawling underneath the hem of my skirt.

“Be careful what you wish for, doll face.” He smirked, darkly.

My breath caught in my chest and I felt a warmth in my core.

"I thought you said you were gonna behave." I peeped.

"I did, didn't I? I guess I lied."  

He pulled my skirt up and ran a finger along my panty covered slit. He was turning me on. I wanted him. He was everything I had been looking for, but it was wrong. I couldn’t give in to this.

"Please... Stop..." I pleaded pathetically.

"Mmm, I don't think I will."  

He softly rubbed my folds through the white cotton. My breath got heavier and I felt the heath build.

"It would be so easy for me to push these little things out of the way and slide my fingers inside you, right now. Wouldn't it?"

"Please... Don't..."

He giggled darkly.

"Oh, princess. You're just too cute."  

He smiled as he moved the material to the side exposing my entrance. He slid his fingers up and down my slit, my juices covering the tips. I squirmed at his touch and tried to scooch back in my seat.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, doll, but you wouldn't be this wet if you didn't really want me inside you." He cooed. His words crashed into me like rocks. He could read my body just as well as my diary. I couldn't hide my desire from him and I didn’t want too.  

He continued to rub for a few more seconds before plunging a finger deep inside me. I let out a gasp at the sudden intrusion and he smirked, seemingly satisfied with my response. He worked me with his finger, pulling out before sliding it back in and deciding to add another. He slowly pulsed his fingers inside me, palming over my clit as he slid in and out, again and again. The swell of warmth in me grew as I rocked my hips.

He pulled his fingers out entirely, leaving me disappointed and empty. I looked at him as he examined the juices coating him. He smiled at me and raised them to his mouth, sucking them clean.

"Mmm. You're so sweet." He said as he lowered them, his voice now deeper and slightly raspy.

He unbuckled his seatbelt, then did mine. He pushed the bag off my lap down to where my feet were and reached his arm around my waist, pulling me backwards, closer to him. He leaned me against him as one hand travelled up from my waist and wrapped around my throat. His other came down, pulled up my skirt and parted my thighs. He pushed my panties to the side once again and introduced his other hand to my wetness. His two fingers sliding in and out, but this time a little faster and much deeper. I let a yelp escape my mouth and his hand squeezed harder around my throat. His hot breath in the crook of my neck gave me goosebumps and sent chills down my spine.  

He explored my walls entirely, hitting all the right spots, hot pleasure pulsing through my muscles as they clenched around his talented digits. He palmed my clit applying a gentle amount of pressure and rubbing in circles. I bit my lip in an attempt muffle my moans.

"Nuh uh. Let me hear you, baby girl." He taunted in my ear.

Two fingers from the hand around my throat pulled my mouth open and played with my tongue.  

"You got something to say, princess?" He pushed his fingers deeper into me until his knuckles stopped him from going any further and pumped them, his thumb circling my clit in sweet slow motions. A loud moan escaped my throat and he smiled evilly.

"That's better." He snarled as he put his full hand back around my throat.  

My legs started to stiffen and I felt my climax build as I tightened around his fingers.

"You wanna cum, baby?"  

He worked his fingers inside my walls and his thumb on my clit, slightly increasing the pressure. His breath came closer to my ear and I felt him take it gently in his teeth. I yelped at the shock of his bite.  

"Mm. So cute."

I rocked my hips against his hand. My release was close, it just needed a little push.

"Cum for me, princess. Cum on my fingers."

As if on his command, the dam burst and my climax washed over me. My legs shook and I moaned as I rode it out. He pulled his fingers out of me slid them in my mouth so I could taste my own juices.

“See, gorgeous. I can play nice.” He buried his face in my hair and took in my scent. He hummed to himself and I felt his grip on my throat tighten. He pulled me forwards and pushed me towards the back seat.

“My turn.” He grinned as he sat up.

I climbed into the back, closely followed by Jerome. I sat down and he straddled me, towering over me with his red hair brushing against the car ceiling. I saw the outline of his hard member pushing against the inside of his trousers. It was right in front of my face and my mouth watered for it. I suppose he caught me looking because he started to palm himself and lifted my chin up so I was looking at him.

“Do you have something sweet for me?” He leaned down closer to me, his grip on my face tightening.

I swallowed and felt the lump in my throat. He crashed his lips onto mine. The kiss was hard and forceful, just like he was. His tongue pushed into my mouth and fought for dominance over mine. It was an easy win for him. He tasted sweet, like the Jolly Ranchers. I assumed that wasn’t the first candy he’d eaten that day. He pulled away from me and smiled, studying my face with hooded eyes.

“Yummy.” He whispered.  

He rose back up and unbuckled his belt. He pulled it from out of its loops, held it in front of him and snapped it quickly. I flinched at the loud sound of the leather.

“Hands.” He ordered in a serious, intimidating tone that aroused me all the more.

I held my hands up to him and he looped the belt in and around my wrists, tightly bonding them together.

“No hands for this. I wanna see how that pretty little mouth works.” He smirked lifting my chin again, tugging my bottom lip with his thumb.

He palmed himself a little more and then unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, letting them fall around his knees. I could see through his boxers that he was fully erect already. He slid them down and they joined his trousers. Jerome was big. I was worried I wasn’t going to be able to take it all, especially without the use of my hands. He balled my hair in his hand and gripped hard. I gasped at the sudden pain.

“Come on, princess. You know what to do.” He pulled me forwards and plunged into my open mouth. He let out a hiss of pleasure.

He raked his free hand through my loose hair before clenching it in his fist. He used his grip on my head to move me up and down his shaft, prompting me to start. I swirled my tongue around him and started sucking. He hissed again through gritted teeth and pushed in further. My tongue climbed up and down his shaft, licking the sticky coating of precum from him and teasing the head. I hollowed my cheeks and bobbed up and down, letting my saliva cover him.

“Oh, yeah... Fuck, pretty girl.” He groaned in his throat and bucked his hips forwards with force.

He hit the back of my throat and I gagged. The noise seemed to please him so he did it again and again and again. My lips touched his base as he assaulted my throat, gripping tighter on my hair with each thrust. I looked up at him, tears streaming down my face and eyes begging for breath, but it just pushed him further.

He let out a primal growl and pushed my head right into the back of the seat. He held me steady and started to thrust into my face fast and hard. My throat was aching and my jaw was locking. His breath was shallow and erratic. I could tell he was close. I sucked harder for him and my throat clenched tightly.  

“Fuuuuck...” He groaned finally coming to a stop.  

I felt him throb and twitch in my mouth as his climax shot straight down my throat for me to swallow. He was still for a few seconds, then he pulled out with a pleasing pop. He looked down at me catching his breath with a smile.

“Don’t have to tell you twice, huh?” He laughed and lowered his head to kiss me.

He didn’t seem to care he’d just cum in my mouth and kissed just as rough as the first time. This time biting my lip as he pulled away. He slid his hand back up into my hair and balled it again.

“As great as that was princess, I’m still harder than Chinese algebra. So...” Jerome climbed off my lap and shoved me down onto my front.

“All fours.” He commanded.

I positioned myself on my knees and elbows, which was difficult considering my wrists were tied. I felt him roll my skirt up and part my legs. I swallowed. After having him go so rough on my mouth, I was nervous about how he was going to be with this.

“I gotta say, this is some view back here. Shame I don’t have a camera.” He said caressing my thighs.

He hooked his fingers under the band of my underwear and slid them down around my knees. I felt so exposed and my face started to heat up and turn red with embarrassment. I couldn’t believe I was allowing myself to be this vulnerable for a criminal lunatic.

He started to rub my entrance with two fingers. Warmth welling in my core, any thoughts of reservation vanished from my mind. I felt a fast, harsh sting as he brought a hand down to spank me. I gasped at the smack and he stroked the spot where it landed, where there was sure to be a red handprint.  

“Now I really wish I had a camera.” He giggled darkly.  

I squirmed at his touch and tried to close my thighs, desperate for friction, but he kept them spread by sliding his knee between them.

“Oh no, gorgeous. I need you open wide.” He smirked.

I whimpered needily, wanting nothing more than to take him inside me.

“You want something, baby girl? Speak up.” He taunted evilly, sliding his fingers along my slit. He raised his hand back up and then... another spank.

All I could do was whimper. I didn’t want to say what I wanted from him.

“I can’t hear you....” He sing-songed. “What do you want?”  

He circled a finger over my clit teasingly. He was purposefully not giving me enough. Just baiting me. He brought his hand down again for another swift spank. I was sure there was a bruise forming.

“I want you...” I whispered.

“What’s that?” He mocked, sliding his fingers in the slickness of my entrance.

“I want you! I want you to fuck me!” I snapped. I couldn’t take the teasing and taunting any longer. I just needed him.

He chuckled menacingly.

“You want me to fuck you? You wanna take me?”

“Yes! Yes! God, yes!”

He laughed at my neediness. I felt pathetic.

“Sure thing, doll.”

He lined himself up so he could enter me and pushed forwards, grasping hard onto my hips. I moaned loudly as he filled me for the first time, making a low, throaty groan. He reached deep into me and set me on fire in places that I didn't even know were there.  

He kept a quick rough pace, digging his fingertips into my flesh tighter to keep me still and steady. I knew he was leaving marks, but I couldn’t have cared in the slightest in that moment. His thrusts made me whine and whimper for him, to have more of him. He growled like he was letting out some kind of inner beast.

He let go of one of my hips and slid his hand up my back and into my hair. Once he had a good fistful, he pulled it like a leash, tugging my head up and back. I gasped at the sharp pain, but the sound only seemed to feed more into his sadistic wanting and he pounded harder into me. The feel of how deep he was inside me banished all the pain and replaced it with pure pleasure and I bit down hard on my lip to stifle wanton cries. I felt another rough tug on my hair.

“Don’t you dare, little girl. Let me hear it. I wanna hear everything.” He demanded through short, quick breaths.

He pulled back on my hair again and I released a squeal of half pain and half pure elation. I could feel myself tightening around him. I was getting ready to burst.

“I... I’m...I’m gonna...” I panted.

“Oh, no you fucking don’t.”  

He gripped the back of my scalp and pulled me backwards, slamming me down onto my back and climbing on top of me.

“I wanna see it this time.”

He had acted so fast, I barely had time to register what he was doing and he was back inside me almost as soon as he had pulled out.

He buried his head in the crook of my neck, sucking and kissing, his teeth leaving delicious hickeys and bitemarks. When he came back up for breath, he wrapped his hand around my throat and pushed my bonded arms above my head, which I was grateful for as they were getting squashed between us. He crashed his lips onto mine for a rough kiss. His tongue demanded entrance to my mouth, which I gladly allowed.

With his other hand he caressed and stroked his hand down my thigh and under my calf. He then pulled it up and pushed it back so far it almost reached my shoulder. He adjusted himself to straddle my lower thigh and picked up a faster, harder pace. With my leg like this he was able to plunge deeper. He was forceful and powerful and I relished in every thrust. I cried out completely taken by my lust for him, closing my eyes to savour it all. I felt the sting of a slap on my cheek and flashed them back open.

“Right here, princess. Eyes right here.” He said, his voice low and raspy.  

His pupils were completely dilated, leaving only the thinnest ring of green around them. He seemed to be an apex predator that was in the midst of ravaging its prey and I was only too willing to be led to the slaughter.  

“Exciting enough for ya, sweetheart?” He smirked with a fiendish giggle.

“Uh huh...” I nodded dazedly.  

His laugh continued through the onslaught of fierce, deep thrusts pounding intensely into my lower regions. I tensed around his pulsing erection as I felt my climax creep back up on me. I let out loud erotic moans, as he built up more and more of that blissful warmth in my core.

“That’s right. Cum for me.” He grunted through gritted teeth, tightening his grip on my throat.

His pounding got faster and rougher, hitting my sweet spots exactly right. I was right on the edge of what I could tell was going to be a fantastic release. I got louder and louder as I came closer and teetered the brink.

“Yeah.. I... I’m.. Yeah... I’m gonna...”

“Go on, princess. Cum. Cum for me.”  

My orgasm shattered through me like a rock through glass. My body convulsed as my moans turned into lustful screams. The ferocity of it was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. The sheer ecstasy took me higher than I’d ever been before. I was on a cloud and I could have stayed there forever. Jerome followed shortly after, growling like a beast as he exploded inside me. He collapsed breathlessly on top of me as I gently floated down from that little piece of heaven.  

“Oh, baby girl. I’m keeping you!” Jerome dropped a kiss on my lips and lifted himself up.  

I came to my senses and started to register the severity of what I had done. Or had it happened to me?  

“What does that mean?” I asked, nervous of his answer.  

He pulled up his underwear and trousers and tidied himself up, even taking time to straighten his tie.

“It means, baby doll, that this is gonna be the start of a beautiful friendship.”  

He laughed his signature maniacal cackle and hopped back in the driver's seat.

“Hey! Are you gonna untie me?” I called to him starting to get very worried.

“I don’t know, doll. I kinda like you like that.” He laughed.

He turned the key in the ignition and revved the engine.  

“Hold on, doll!” He cackled again, before speeding off again.

What have I gotten myself into?

[diedbutterflies69]

Will you stay?- Bang Chan imagine.

Contains: friends to lovers au. , Divorce, smut, fluff, blindfolding, oral sex, explicit sexual stuff etc . Minors don't interact.

Never once on your life, you thought you could get your shit together and laugh genuinely at the worst in world. falling out of love is worse but it's even more worse if it's your it's not you who fell out of love. Married at 22 and the honeymoon phase hardly lasted for a year and by the age of 26 got yourself labelled as a woman who sabotaged her own marriage in thirst of money. Your ex husband was bitter about your success even before you got married. He thought as a woman, you just did bare minimum and got yourself a high positioned rank by sleeping with one of the rich rags. You tried hard enough to hold on to that rotten red string , but he had the scissors and just cut you off. You weren't willing to sacrifice your career just because of his Immature mindset, yes you loved him, but can't a women love her own hard achieved success more? That's the question you wished to ask everyone who pointed there fingers at you. After divorce you didn't feel pain just numbness. Your self-hatred coming more stronger than ever, even hating the job, you tried Saving since years, getting life on track seemed impossible and at the end just quitted. Moved out of the city just to move back to your home town, the root of your real pain. It wasn't really a town but rather a more flashy city, expensive shits which you were unable to afford in childhood but now it wasn't any big deal. Earth is round and sometimes precious people find you all by themselves. Your highschool friend, the only friend you had throughout your lifetime because of your anti social tactics.

Bang Chan, the social butterfly who almost knew every single student in whole school, he was the hottest guy you ever saw in your life and also the kindest. You had crush on him even before you both were friends, he was your senior,used to help you with those shitty math sums, crack jokes every now and then and scolded you whenever you procrastinated. He came to congratulate you even on your graduation day, even though there were many more students whom he met you were still glad atleast someone bought you a beautiful bouquet of tulips and bellflower. The last time you saw him was before you moved out in search of cheap collages without informing him, as you thought you were just one of many friends he had and won't ever notice someone like you existed.

But god, how much wrong you were.

You met Chan after almost 9 years in convince store and his reaction was almost priceless , like finding treasure. He was now more handsome, beautiful and god-like even after all this years his style of dressing didn't Changed much, he still looked like Kim Kardashian at 2021 met Gala. nevertheless his smile still had those healing properties with his Cresent moon eyes. He was absolutely stunning.

The first sentence he spoke after confirming your identity was 'I missed you' and then tons of lectures and questions . Knowing how narrow-minded you were he gasped dramatically. Cheesiest ways of saying how could I forget my best friend and so on. That day was probably the best day of your life and maybe even the day after years you really smiled. You both exchanged numbers and addresses and his home was just 10 minutes away from yours. Destiny indeed.

Now it's been over 7 months since you met Chan again and he never made you felt like you were just one of his 109 friends. Chan made you feel special, after knowing what kind of disaster you faced he was even more supporting of you, you both used to spend weekend together watching variety of shows and movies going to stargazing, best friend goals. After many years you knew even if Chan had many people to confide with he never really did. He was alone, just a night owl obsessed with work. You were happy. And he was happy too. Being just friends was enough for you, but not for him . He was slowly trying to find courage to confess his love to you. He liked you fuck from highschool days. He found you once randomly staring at him across the room and when you suddenly disappeared all his fantasies were scattered, he knew your dreams and was willing to help you with your every step. knowing how messed up your household was from your neighbours he felt guilty for not being able to give you happiness. He loved you, but was helded by his own insecurities.

Not anymore though, he wasn't the same coward who just stared at the love of his life from distance. Being the extra human he was, he bought you one of the most expensive restaurant of the whole country, man was loaded. After driving for almost 5 hours you both finally reached there .

Now a nervous Chan sitting infront of you. You being oblivious to the fact that he has a beautiful diamond ring and a confession to make. Chan handed you the menu card and every single dish had an extraordinary name, without much thought you placed the order.

"atleast tell me now, why are we here?" You asked the man infront of you who was behaving extra weird today, he looked sick and was occassionally asking you random questions.

"No reason, I was in mood for long drives and... You know have a nice meal" Chan said fidgeting with his fingers he was acting like a flustered high school guy it was clearly indicating that he was lying but you didn't really care, Chan was weird sometimes.

"Sounds fake, but okay. By the way you aren't sick right?" You asked Chan out of pure concern as he was sweating profusely even in an cold AC room.

"I am fine, just feeling a little hot. Don't worry", Chan said it was more like he was convincing himself that he was fine and shouldn't worry. He wasn't a teenager but a human with responsibilities who once again fell for someone out of his league, he used to think that and he still sees you as a literal goddess. While he was lost deep in his thoughts, the waiter came with food , and this was his opportunity to shoot his arrow. You both started eating and talked like being in paradise.

"did you liked anyone in highschool?", Chan asked you out of blue making you almost choke on food. The only person whom you liked throughout your highschool days was the guy sitting infront of you and you didn't really remembered much guys and the best answer was probably saying a lie with little truth.

"no one lol", you answered trying to sound chilled but since highschool crush topic was out you weren't able to keep your curiosity with yourself.

"What about you, liked someone?", You asked trying to sound nonchalant and not desperate and bitter.

This was the Exactly the conversation that Chan planned in his mind. And here started his way to either heaven or pit of rejection.

"I loved someone", Chan said and you this time you really choked from the depth of your heart, you thought Chan was anti romantic type of guy as he never talked about of his female friends with you or bragged about his non existent dating life. Trying again to not sound jealous or bitter you spoke again.

" Who was that lucky bit-- I mean girl yes girl? Who was she?", You asked, almost letting out the bitch loudly. You weren't sure but you saw Chan smiling cheekily, he was really getting old acting weird more and more everyday.

"Well... Someone from our school",Chan said and you swear you didn't made a disgusting face showing pure jealousy. The best human in your life and your first ever crush had crush on somebody, you didn't knew why you were feeling so fucking bitter but you weren't able to handle the curiosity anymore.

"Tell me her damn name", you asked Chan in a frustrating tone not being able to keep jealousy to yourself.

"Why you being angry", Chan asked followed by his small laugh.

"I am angry, just the food was a little spicy you answer me now, her name?", You answered Chan with your defenses up and still sticking with your previous question.

Chan in response got a little serious now,you thought he was being childish now, he wasn't a kid who was given a dare to name out his crush yet he was acting like one.

"You won't leave me right, I mean after I answer your question?", Chan asked you and you didn't knew what to say in response you were now a little sus about him.

"fine don't answer, keep secrets", you said and continued eating. The next thing Chan said made you now choke and die on food.

"I loved you and I still love you" Chan said looking down at the table head hanging down like his teenage self just confessed he watched porn infront of his parents. You were shocked, frozen and the your heartbeat 10x faster, you didn't knew how to react and tried to find humor in this extraordinary situation.

"Chan, you kidding right?", You asked Chan with a nervous smile on your face. Chan looked up at you , his eyes trying to find yours but you avoided the eye contact.

"I am serious, I liked you from HighSchool times, I saw you for the first time in library when you were looking at me, I swear you were so beautiful and even now after all this years after seeing you I can't, I can't help but fall for you all over again, sorry"

Chan confessed, his voice filled with sincerity and vulnerability his sentences were scattered here and there and incomplete explanation but still you understood everything he really poured his heart to you, you felt like crying even if you both weren't such stupid cowards back then, then today you won't have turned out a divorced women and Chan a guy who grew out lonely even if he had a world for him.

"What should I say Chan?", You asked Chan you were sounding like a girl whose bf told her to breakup even if the situation was exact opposite. Even if you love Chan , you didn't think about him reciprocating same feelings back to you. You were beyond insecure with your love emotions. One thing was sure you won't be able to love Chan without being a bundle on him. Your emotion Baggage was too big and you didn't want Chan to get his heart too with your stupid emotions.

"I love you and I will be really really good to you. Please try staying with me I will try really hard to earn space in your heart, please?" His confession was like literally begging. You weren't able to believe if he was real or not, if it was a dream that will end as soon as cruel morning comes, this felt like fantasy. Chan was a amazing man, he had everything money ,honour ,beauty a nice heart. He was like a character written by women so perfect so delicate yet strong, and he loves you this fact was enough for to lose your mind. but you thought you were a taint to his beauty, you were a character full of inferior complexes and a person too easy to dislike thats what illusion you made about yourself. A random extra in her own story.

"I will pay the bill, let's talk later", you said and walked away immediately to pay the bill leaving a clueless and disheartened human behind. Chan was able to see how you stopped yourself from saying love you too and throwing yourself in his arms. He wasn't same from HighSchool a guy who gets overwhelmed by his own emotions and gets unable to see others. He knew you had atleast a small space for him in your heart and to make a big room for himself he had to throw out all your insecurities and self hatred. He followed you like a lost puppy and he wanted to pay for food but you already did and now you were already out of restaurant searching for his car to get back.

Chan sitted beside you, without doing anything silence and awkward air surrounding you both.

"start the car", you said breaking down the silence, you were extremely worthless and trash as you made the only one person whom you love feel like nothing.

"Just answer me, will you try dating me please", Chan said his voice again passing draggers into your heart. Trying to form any logical explanation you spoke again.

"I am not looking for relationship right now, see Chan you are amazing, but I can't make you happy now and did you forgot that I am divorced, please understand" you said expressing your real insecurities and fear, fear of not being able to keep a man happy.

"you don't want relationship because you divorced that fucking trash of a man?", Chan asked he was getting frustrated you thought but he just wanted to make you happy and not deny what your heart wants.

"my mind isn't stable, I might just irritate you everytime with my mood, you will will get tired of me and leave me -- I don't want to be alone again I will die if you leave me", you confessed tears threatening to fall out of your eyes there wasn't any doubt that you loved Chan he filled the void in you in just months made you happy but you didn't wanted to just take and take and give nothing in return. Chan's hand found yours interlocking your fingers with so much delicateness that you might cry.

"you think so low of me, just stay by my side I will make you so happy that you will hardly get time to think about your past, trust me", Chan said his fingers slightly lifting your chin up to look into your eyes, you looked in his eyes filled with so much care and this was your last straw before breaking down in his arms.

"I love you, I love you so fuckin much, you were my first love my only friend, my everything, please-- please love me", you confessed tightening your arms around Chan, his scent making you feel safe and like home, his one caressing your hair and other wiping away the tears. Even though the scene was more like a dramatic clique scene whatever emotions you both felt was unexplainable.

"So you my girlfriend now hmm?"Chan asked you for first time in night his voice containing pure happiness and excitement.

"I have a sexy boyfriend", you said smiling from ear to ear against Chan's chest. The label boyfriend making your heart flutter, you didn't knew happiness like this can even exist.

"My love", Chan said his voice sweeter than honey, suddenly the night was more starry."now can we go home?" You asked Chan finally breaking the hug, reality hitted you now Home was 3- 4 hours away.

"I made a reservation in hotel, we gonna spend night there", Chan casually said making your heart jump out of your chest.

"pervert, you planned everything seriously", you said dramatically and giving him a playful digusting look.

"I booked two rooms", Chan said now starting the engine making you feel embarrassed. "Who is pervert now~" Chan said in air teasing you more.

The rest of the ride you both talked about anything and everything. Confessing how you used to find ways to always be in each others vision etc. Both of you finding a new thirsty side of each other. Nothing felt uncomfortable, it was happiness those inhumane laughs crazy tricks you both used to pull everything was heaven. After some time you both reached infront of a gaint hotel , it looked expensive af but regardless Chan knew how to waste money and you were tired of lecturing him about savings.

"let's go", Chan said removing your seatbelt and getting out of car to open the door for ya. He was being so cheesy gentleman and you were enjoying every minute.

"room 42 and 43" Chan said to the receptionist and she handed two keys to him. Thanking her then getting on elevator, you were a little disappointed that you weren't sharing room with Chan, yes you were pervert and total simp for Chan, he was too hot and your sexual drive was getting higher each passing second. The elevator doors opened and you got off. Chan handed you the room key and softly kissed your forehead, both you wished it was your lips.

"if you want anything, just knock okay?" Chan said in his lovely tone, I want you you internally screamed, nevertheless you gave him a nod and got inside that expensive room .

Starring at the ceiling while lying on the bed your mind was full of Chan, you knew he wasn't probably sleeping and was wasting time in watching random shit on internet and you were hungry, hungry for Chan, it wasn't your fault that Chan was so hot. Trying to fall asleep and fidgeting here to there you finally decided to knock on Chan's room door. A danger zone. You noticed how the door flunged open in less than few seconds.

"Hi" you said scratching back of your head and trying to think what next to say.

"Hi..?"Chan said being confused.

"there is cockroach in my room, let me stay with you" you said a clear white lie. Taking impulsive action were never good for you.Chan sighed before opening the door fully and signalling you to come. This was your happiest day ever.

"whY you lying", Chan asked you as you plopped yourself on sofa besides bed. He asked the sentence in a sarcastic way.

"Do you you wanna kiss me?", You asked Chan with a straight serious face catching him off-guard, you didn't wanted to waste more time, you wanted to do everything with Chan, yes fucking on first day of dating was a little too early but you fantasized about this gorgeous man since ages, in your eyes he looked total dom but his reaction to your question was making you doubt your thoughts.

"Are you sure", Chan asked you clearing his throat.

"Are you virgin?"you asked Chan, he was being too nervous.

"Obviously not"Chan answered you in duh tone, rolling his eyes. And it was getting awkward.

"The cockroach must have gone by now I should go, bye", you blabbered and got up ready to leave, you were about to open the door but Chan grabbed your hand and before you knew anything his hands were on your cheeks cupping them softly and his lips so close to yours, Chan's eyes were looking straight in your orbs , your heartbeat stronger than ever.

"Can I?", Chan asked your consent his thumb softly brushing against your lower lip. This man had totally made you insane, something stirred inside you. Chan was perfect he was everything you wished. You gave him a small nod and slowly his lips touched against yours, you wanted to cry, his lips felt so good, he didn't rushed his movements everything was happening in slow motion, he holded you with such a vulnerability like he was afraid that you will go, your hand reached his head, fingers moving through his soft locks. You felt his tongue inside your mouth , you felt a electricity run down your body when the kiss deepened.

We kiss again. The next kiss is the kind that breaks open the sky. It steals my breath and gives it back. It shows me that every other kiss I’ve had in my life has been wrong.

Breaking the kiss Reluctantly in need of air, Chan rested his forehead against yours. He was hot almost like burning, sweating.

"Why are you so nervous, Chan?", You asked Chan hugging him tightly clinging like the last leaf to the tree.

"I am scared, I just love you", He said engulfing you in his arms. And you Finally felt, what real love feels like.

"Love you too", you replied softly.

"Do you wanna continue..?"Chan asked you his tone little less scared.

"Off course", you said looking at him with smile, something inside you told it was okay to let out your freaky side infront of Chan. Chan smiled back and suddenly turned you around , the large bed infront of you.

"Lie down there",Chan whispered in your ears , his low register sending shivers down your spine. This was exactly how you pictured Chan to be, your inner submissive almost died. You followed Chan's word and laid on your back on the bed, now you were feeling like a virgin. His eyes roaming through the room in search of something.

"Are you okay with being blindfolded?", Chan asked you as he came back with the tie he wore today and was rolling it slightly in his palms, and you swear you never saw a man so hot in your entire life. Getting blindfolded was one of your unfulfilled kinks.

"ye- yes", you replied your tone filled with thrill and excitement. Chan came back to you standing near you, his hand softly cupped your cheeks , before bringing the tie to use it in sinistrous way tonight. The cloth felt strange to your eyes, his cologne smell hitting you and Chan caught your shy smile, His heart felt so fluffy. Tieing a comfortable knot Chan sat on bed near your waist. His hands slowly crept near your stomach leaving a direct lingering touch on the sensitive skin, eventually going upwards while giving a little squeeze to add stimulation, his hands reached your boobs, you didn't wore bra, and he wasn't surprised maybe your nipples perked up enough to get noticed, his middle and index finger Rolling your sensitive bundle of nerves, the blindfold making his every touch more intense, your breath was heavy you let out a suprised moan when Chan gropped your right boob in an erotic way, this sole action increasing your wetness down there you were getting impatient. You moaned his name a little loudly when his lips came in contact with your sensitive neck, sucking in a painful way, inorder to leave a hickey.

"Should I touch you here", Chan asked you as his hand reached to your area where you needed him to the most, hands going directly inside your panties ,but not touching he was a teaser.

"yes please", you moaned almost breathlessly too tired of intense foreplay. You just wanted Chan to rip off your clothes and fuck you till sunrise. Getting satisfaction with your answer Chan finally removed every clothing of your lower body, leaving you completely bare, all at his mercy. His finger moved up and down on your opening , the wetness making Chan easily slip his one finger deep inside you.

" my baby is so wet, because of who?", Chan asked you as his finger was moving slowly inside of you and thumb rubbing circles on the bundle of nerves.

"because of.. you", you admitted without any hesitation trying to grind yourself on his hand, begging for more.

"Good", Chan said and without saying anything he added another finger inside you moving a little faster inside your cunt, rubbing your walls with a little pressure, scissoring them inside you painfully and making way for a third finger too and by then you were a complete moaning mess, his fingers were pleasure yet torture the blindfold making your senses weak. Mind full of whatever Cham was giving you. Your legs were shaking sign of your orgasm approaching you, by one hand Chan holded your thighs tightly to their place fingers now moving more faster to make you reach the peak of pleasure.

"Chan.. I--I-I-- wanna cum please", you moaned your little squeaks and begs almost making Chan's cock cum right inside boxers. With some final thrust of his fingers, you cummed the hardest you could imagine, squeaky sounds coming as Chan was fingering you through your orgasm, you almost crying from overstimulation. Moaning his name like a chant.

"you did well",Chan praised you finally removing his fingers from you leaving you empty, but it won't have last wrong. Chan removed your blindfold , the bright lights hurting your eyes, you adjusted your vision and the image of Chan sucking his wet fingers coated with your liquid came directly in front of your eyes. Letting out a helpless whine.

Chan plopped himself on knees on either side of your thighs, finally letting his cock out, leaking with precum, and he was big, thick , you didn't thought he could get even hotter.

"Ready baby?", Chan asked you as he fully undressed himself as well as removing your top, your mind hazey . The scene which you pictured since highschool finally happening.

"yes", you replied Chan, he came down to kiss you passionately and slowly entering inside you. You moaned painfully, tears pulling your vision, it was a painful pleasure. Chan kissed away your tears and hand interlocking with yours after finally being fully inside you he started to move at slow pace.

"you feel so good Chan", almost screaming from pleasure, your whines were fuel to Chan's ego and he increased the pace. Body slapping sound filling the room, his groans were most sexy thing you ever heard. Again and again his tip hitting your deepest spots.

"I am close", you moaned out breathlessly, pleasure becaming too much to handle .you released around his cock, reaching the peak second time at night.

After giving a few more thrusts Chan cummed at your stomach, he was still sane enough to not curse you with kids while being lost in pleasure."I love you", he said as he settled beside you hugging you tightly. This was heaven.

"love you too", you said , your voice a little hoarse.

"by the way I forgot that I bought a ring to propose you", Chan said, realisation hitting him, that he forgot to say the long ass paragraph that he was supposed to say while sitting on one knee. You smiled at his guilty face.

"don't worry, propose me after having shower", you said heart filled with pure joy and happiness . Happiness of knowing that You love someone who will always love you back.

[sugarbooger513]

JJK Men x Insecure chubby Fem!reader

Today has been hard to think of myself positively, and I have friends who struggle with the same thing, so I thought I could indulge some people with some very loved characters reminding us that, no matter our size, we're perfect.

Characters: Satoru Gojo, Toji Fushiguro, Choso Kamo, Kento Nanami

Warnings: Insecurities, body dysphoria, Toji's gets spicy (sue me), suggestive at the end of Nanami's, tooth rotting fluff.

Satoru Gojo

- Let's be completely honest here, this man rarely feels insecure, if he ever does.

- He wouldn't be able to sympathize, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care. In fact, it makes him care a lot more.

- His comfort methods aren't for everyone either, so be prepared. He's trying, give him that.

- Humor. That's what this man knows. Iykyk, this man deflects any form of trauma with his humor.

- If he notices it isn't working, then he'll come up with something else because he loves you. That love tells him that he has to try.

"Oh sweetie pie, I'm home!" Satoru's voice carries easily through the house, but you can't seem to care at the moment. Your cheeks still feel somewhat sticky from the tears that have fallen the past thirty minutes.

"Honey bun? I said I-" His voice cuts off, and you know you're caught. The bed shifts where your boyfriend lowers himself beside you. "Y/N, why are you crying?"

"I-I don't want to talk about it, Satoru." He removes his blindfold with a small chuckle. "Did your favorite anime character die?" "No." "You sure? You tend to sob when-" "I said I don't want to talk about it."

He freezes at the way you lash out at him. Yeah, something is actually wrong.

"Love," his voice softens in a way that shows how worried he is, "is there anything I can do to help? Anything at all?" You're quiet for a minute, but you eventually scoot closer to him.

"You want me to hold you?" All you manage is a nod before more tears slide down your cheeks. His long arms encase you securely against him. "I can do that as long as you need. I'm here for you, Y/N."

The two of you stay like that, you crying softly into his uniform while he runs his hand up and down your back.

Eventually, your sobs turn into small sniffles, and you finally speak. "I.. I'm sorry for snapping at your earlier, Sato." He smiles at the loving nickname. "No, baby, I'm sorry for joking around. You wanna talk about it now?"

"I just... I was thinking about.. how many girls looks so much better than I do." He scoffs. "You're kidding, right?" "Sato.." "No, I mean that. It isn't a joke. Baby, we've been through this since day one. I. Want. You."

You hide your now blushing face against his chest. "But.. I just don't understand.." "Look at me, baby." When you do, his bright blue eyes seem to shimmer. "You're the love of my life. You're gorgeous, stunning, beautiful, and every other synonym to those that I'll have to get Nanami to teach me because I will remind you everyday until it gets through your thick ass skull."

His hand comes up to rest on your chubby cheek, where he starts to wipe away the drying tears. "I. Love. You. So. Freaking. Much. Y/N." Each word is punctuated with a kiss on a different part of your face, until he eventually meets your lips.

The small giggles you let out makes him smile. "There's that beautiful laugh! Come on, why don't I pop some popcorn and we go watch whatever you want on the TV?" Your shit eating grin makes him snort a bit of laughter. "Even if it ends in a favorite character dying?"

"I don't mind having to hold you a bit longer."

Toji Fushiguro

- This is also someone I don't think can really empathize with you and your insecurities.

- However, when this man falls he falls HARD

- He will do anything in his power to make you feel better.

- Well

- Anything he can do while still seeming nonchalant about it

- Lets talk about how this man would take matters into his own hands, with his own hands, to make sure you know how loved you are. (You couldn't have expected just fluff with him, give me a break y'all.)

"Y/N," Toji kicks his shoes off carelessly at the door, "I'm home." He raises a confused eyebrow when he looks around the house. Plates from your movie night yesterday lay strewn about the coffee table, still.

'She never leaves dishes out. That's weird.'

He starts to walk around the house, worry filling his chest. It just isn't like you to leave a mess, or to not greet him at the door. There's no way someone came and did something to you, right? No one is THAT dumb, surely.

When he hears the small sniffles coming from your shared bedroom, he breathes a small sigh of relief. "Y/N? I'm coming in." He pushes the bedroom door open to see you cuddling his pillow while laying on your side.

His eyes widen at the sight of your body trembling from the small sobs. "Y/N?" He walks around the bed to kneel in front of you. "What happened?"

"N-Nothing Toji. Sorry, I-I know the house is a w-wreck." "Shut up about the damn house. I don't care. Why are you crying?"

You finally sit up, which lets him sit beside you on the bed. "I just.. Bad day." "Who do I need to stab?" "T-Toji?! You can't solve everything by stabbing!" He shrugs a bit. "You can try."

He smiles sweetly when you slap his arm. "That isn't funny." "Hmmm, but it made your cheeks flush." "Toji Fushiguro!" "Alright, alright. You wanna tell me what's wrong now?"

"I just.. looked in a mirror for too long, babe. Don't worry about-" "I'm lost. What do you mean you looked in one for too long?" You sigh, knowing he hates vague answers.

"My body is disgusting me today, Toji." He scrunches his eyebrows and leans in a bit closer to you. Your face heats up from the slight glare in his eyes.

"Looks the same to me." "Toji, I-" "Correct yourself." His already deep voice seems to drop even lower. Your entire body trembles. "S-Sir."

"Good girl. Now, let me get this straight. You don't think you're attractive." You shake your head, suddenly feeling the tears come back to your eyes. "Why not?" "J-Just.. my body.. it isn't.." "Skinny?" The word hurts your heart, but you nod, knowing he expects some sort of answer.

"So? You're exactly what I need, Y/N." You glance up to meet his loving gaze. "N-need?" "Don't play dumb. You know I need you. Now, we have to fix those insecurities."

He stands, offering his hand out to you. When you take it, he pulls you to your feet.

"Now," he groans as he lays back down on the bed, "I've had a tiring day at work. I want you to strip and come take a seat." "A-a seat?" His smirk tells you what you need to know before he elaborates. "I AM rather starved. Come on, I'm pretty impatient."

"To-Sir, I'm too.." "Heavy? Try again. You aren't getting out of this." He snaps his fingers, and the sound runs deep into your core. His eyes watch you hungrily as you start to get out of your pants.

"Now, for every one of your orgasms, I want to hear 'I'm Toji's pretty princess.' Understand?" "Y-yes sir."

You have no idea what posses you, but you finally let out you own witty comment. "You could at least take me to dinner first."

"You cheeky brat, don't worry. I have plans for your meal."

Hope you don't mind being hoarse for a while. You had to repeat just how pretty you were a number of times.

Choso Kamo

- SWEETEST MOTHER FUCKER I SWEAR

- He doesn't see a single flaw in you, honestly.

- Plus, he doesn't really understand beauty standards. All he knows is he loves every inch of you.

- Nothing goes unloved by this big ass baby.

- You crying would probably bring him to tears because he feeds off your emotion.

- But there is no doubt this man will do anything and everything to see your smile again.

- A true king who just wants his queen as happy as she makes him.

He left you for maybe an hour. Maybe. Choso just had to run and pick up a movie from Yuji.

"Angel, Yuji said that we have to-" He drops the movie the instant he sees tears in your eyes. "L-love? What happened?"

He rushes to your side and wastes no time wrapping you in his strong embrace. Your hands grip his shirt in a feeble attempt to pull him closer.

"What happened? Do you need something? A doctor?" His eyes are scanning your body for any signs of pain. His hands running gently over your back, arm, sides, but everything seems normal.

"I-I'm okay, Cho." "No, you aren't. Please, angel, don't lie to me." His own eyes start to fill with tears, but he tries to will them away. He knows he shouldn't be crying, but seeing you in any pain hurts him just as much.

"Cho, I just.. It's stupid." His large hands cup your face so you're forced to meet his eyes. "Nothing that makes you cry is stupid. Absolutely nothing, my love."

"I.. I tried to put on a hoodie of yours because I was cold." He blinks in confusion. "Was.. was it dirty?" "No I.. I stretched it out.." he tilts his head.

"Is that all?" You nod, but even more tears come to your eyes. "I just hate how big I am.. I thought you would find it cute to come home and see me in your clothes but.. I just messed them up.." He stands, suddenly walking into the kitchen. "C-Cho?"

"I bought some of your favorite ice cream. You know, the kind you always crave on your period. I figure we can cuddle and you can enjoy it while we watch a movie."

"I- I don't really want anything to eat." He smiles, still grabbing it and a spoon. "I know, but just in case. Listen," he places the carton on the table next to you, "you're gorgeous. Every part of you just screams beauty. Nothing could ever change that. Not your size, not you stretching out a stupid hoodie, not you crying, nothing."

He opens the carton, only to get a spoonful out and kneel in front of you. "Open up, angel." You do as he says and allow him to feed you the ice cream. You can't help but smile as you eat it.

His index finger wipes a few old tears from your cheeks. "There's that smile I love. Now, I think we need a movie and some cuddles. How does that sound?" You can only nod, absolutely floored by how much Choso truly loves you.

No more negative thoughts came to your mind while you laid against his chest. He even took a few times to feed you more ice cream throughout the movie.

Oh yeah, he totally bought new hoodies in a bigger size so you could wear them around the house without fear of stretching them.

Kento Nanami

- KING ENERGY

- You can't tell me this man doesn't want someone who acts as his pillow. Come on.

- That being said, Nanami knows how it is to be insecure.

- Whether it's over body insecurity or not, that can be argued either way. Still, insecurities aren't something he's ignorant about.

- On days where you can't seem to like your body, he'll do whatever you need.

- Need to be alone? No problem. Need someone to talk to you? Covered. Just need to be told you're loved? He'll tell you as many times as it takes.

- However, he can't help but be blunt. That's just who he is.

- He does it out of love for you, though. He never wants you to believe something that isn't true.

It's really hard for you and Nanami to get the same day off of work, and today was no different. Since you were the one working today, Nanami decided to take up cleaning the house and preparing dinner. He would also insist on doing the dishes, but he knew better. You never allow him to do all of the work.

He watched the clock hit five thirty and smiled. No doubt, that was your car he heard pull into the driveway. Now that you were home, he could surprise you by telling you that he managed to get the next five days off, which matched your schedule.

The front door opens, and he's quick to call out a "Welcome home, dear. Dinner will be done soon." He turns his body, preparing to catch you in his embrace as usual. However, all that happens is you call back, "Thanks, Ken."

His eyebrows furrow, and he quickly takes dinner off the stove so he can go check on you. He's not one to forget anniversaries or anything like that, so his mind is going through any possible reason you just called him Ken.

"Bad day at work, dear?" He wipes his hand on his apron as he comes around the corner. You were already sitting on the couch, eyes on your phone. "Yeah, I guess." "Okay," he sighs and sits beside you, "would you like to talk about it?" When you finally look at him, his eyes widen. Your eyes are puffy, as if you had been crying.

"Y/N.." "It's just coworker drama, Ken, don't worry too much about it." He scrunches his face. Those women you work with always pissed him off. He's noticed them staring at him whenever he brings you lunch. "Well, humor me a bit. What happened today?"

He just knows you can't resist gossiping with him after a work day. "I-I don't want to repeat it, Ken." The worried look in his eyes makes you whimper. "What?"

"I'm not used to you calling me 'Ken' at home." "Sorry, honey. It's nothing you did." He smiles softly and reaches to cup one of your cheeks in his hand. "Are you sure you don't want to tell me?" You do. God, you do because you know you'll cry again and he'll be here to hold you through it.

"They started talking about you." "Me?" "Yeah," you look at your hands, already feeling your chest tighten, "and started laughing at how you're.. settling for someone who is as big as I am.."

Nanami's soft looks suddenly turns harsh. How dare they say stuff like that? What's worse is he's sure they knew you could hear them!

"Really?" When you nod, a tear falls onto your lap. "It just.. really hurt knowing that I'm not the only one who thinks that." "Y/N.." He pulls you into a hug with a soft sigh.

"Don't think like that. Dear, if I wanted anything different than what I have now, you would know it." You sigh and cuddle into his warm embrace. "I know, but-" "But nothing, my love. I love you, only you, forever you. Do you understand?" You glance up and he places a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Yeah.. I love you too, Kento." "I have an idea." "Uh huh?" His smirk has you worried. "Well, we both have the next five days off.." "We do?!"

The excitement in your voice has him chuckling. "There's my pretty laugh. Yes, we do. I'm thinking on your first day back.. you go in with a ring on your finger."

You blink in confusion. "K-Kento, you don't-" "Oh I do. Am I the person to joke about wanting to marry you?" Your eyes start to fill, yet again, with tears. However, these tears make Nanami also tear up a bit.

"Are you... asking..?" "I have a ring just for you in my suit jacket, Y/N. Just say you'll marry me." He isn't really expecting you to jump on him, so when you do, he falls from the couch to the floor. "You know I'll marry you, Ken!"

The two of you share a long kiss, complete with tears and laughter. "Well, now that that's decided. I think we should get a head start on something." "What would that be?"

He stands before securing you in his arms bridal style. "The Prehoneymoon." "That isn't a thing, honey." He smirks before playfully smacking your ass. "For you, Mrs. Nanami, anything is possible."

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