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CAN YOU PLEASE WRITE A BANNER SIBLINGS STORY (LOGAN AND ASHLYN) PLEAAAAASSEEE
Logan and Ashlyn - Youâve Always Got Us
A non-romantic oneshot
Logan was used to being home alone. There wasnât a big deal about it. His grandparents own a business after all. Besides, back in the day, when they still had those jobs, he was home alone a lot more often than just every few days in a month.
And, in some ways, learning to take care of himself for so long gave him some seriously good benefits. Now he knows how to cook and clean and make sure that the house is secured.
Thereâs nothing to it. Itâs just how things are. Does he wish he has someone to keep him company? Well, ya, a sibling or something of the sort is a nice idea, but he doesnât want any other kids to get dragged into the Fields family drama.
But, today was definitely not too great. All the food that they have is expired, so he has nothing to eat. He would drive to the store, but he doesnât have a license.
So, in short, heâs screwed. No lunch, no dinner, no breakfast⌠and that continues until how many more days his grandparents will be gone.
He already felt himself begin to panic. Ya, he could ask one of his friends to help. Tyler knows how to cook, Taylor is always ready to help, Aiden canât stay out of other peopleâs business, Ben is a sweetheart, and Ashlyn feels responsible to take care of the others in the group. But Logan canât bear to be a burden. Heâs already been enough of an inconvenience for them.
He can go a few days without eating. Rationing. He did it a lot back in the day. Itâs never fun, but he can do it.
He decides to go to the couch to watch some tv, to try and distract himself. He crosses his arms and hunches up his legs, turning his brain off for a while. Easier said than done.
He glances at his phone every now and then, tempted to text his friends, tell them about his situation. But he stopped himself. But then he immediately jumped to his phone when it buzzed.
It was a text from Ashlyn to the group.
>Ashlyn: Hey, guys. My parents said that since itâs Fall Break, yâall can come over for dinner.
>Aiden: Awww!!! Ashlyn, youâre inviting us over?!?!!?!
>Ashlyn: It wasnât my idea.
>Taylor: I wish I could, but me and Tyler have to take our mom to the doctor today
>Ben: My sister is spending the night, I was hoping to hang out with her. Iâm sorry :(
>Aiden: Ash. You know I would go if I could. ButâŚ
>Aiden: I ALSO WANTED TO HANG OUT WITH MY COUSIN đđ
>Ashlyn: Geez
>Ashlyn: What about you, Logan?
Logan was startled and hesitated. This was a perfect opening. But no one else was going. Would he be intruding?
>Logan: Well, I am free this evening, but I understand if you donât want me over since no one else is đ
>Ashlyn: I really donât care. You can come over if you want.
He thinks about his response before slowly typing back a response.
>Logan: Ya, I can come over. But Iâll need a ride.
>Ashlyn: đ
He fidgeted a bit, nervous. Was he being a bother? He shouldâve just made an excuse. Oh, but the promise of dinner was enticing. He hated that he didnât regret agreeing to go. He should. Itâs just embarrassing. Heâs being such a bother.
He gets up and puts his shoes on and waits by the front door for Ashlyn and her parents to get here to pick him up.
His phone buzzes and it was a message from Ashlyn saying she was here. He steps out and sees the Bannerâs car on the driveway. He steps in and sits down.
âHi, Mr. Banner.â
âHey kid. Ashlyn, say hi to your friend.â
âHi, Logan.â
Logan awkwardly laughs. âHi, Ashlyn. Thank you for inviting me.â
âItâs no problem!â says Mr. Banner. âIâm just happy that Ashlyn actually invited her friends.â
âDad.â
âSorry, sorry.â
Logan laughs and awkwardly tugs his seatbelt. He shouldn't have agreed to come. This is so embarrassing and awkward. He can't think of any small talk.
"So, Logan," Mr. Banner says. "How's your grandparents?"
Logan felt a rush of relief. Thank the universe for Mr. Banner making small talk.
"They're doing fine. They're currently on a business trip."
"Oh? So you're home alone?"
"Yes sir."
"Well, that's perfect timing for you to join us for dinner!"
"Haha.. ya."
"We're making black-eyed pea soup! It's Mrs. Banner's specialty."
Logan nods. He's happy with that. That's definitely a comfort meal, and he needed comfort right now because he felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest. Why. Is he. So. Damn. Anxious. ALL OF THE TIME!?
They pull into Ashlyn's house, the bus graveyard in the distance. It's always weird seeing it when they're not in the phantom world, despite the fact that they hang out there all the time.
They go inside and the house smells really good.
"Oh! You got him?" Mrs. Banner asks, walking out of the kitchen to greet them. "Heya, Logan. Thanks for joining us!"
"No problem, Mrs. Banner.."
"Why don't you 2 set the table?"
Ashlyn and him look at each other and she shrugs. "Ok."
They walk to the kitchen to get some silverware. "Your family is really nice."
Ashlyn raises an eyebrow. "Ya, well.. They like that I have friends now. So I think they're abusing it a little for get togethers like these."
"You consider us to be friends."
"Oh. Are we not?"
"No, no, no! That's not it! I just.. I thought maybe you just tolerated us.. me. Since we're all kind of.. forced to hang out... But.. you really consider us to be friends?"
Now it was Ashlyn's turn to be shy. "Um.. sure, I guess. Friends is a simpler term to describe what all of us are."
They pause. "Yknow.." Ashlyn says. "There's still some time until dinner is ready. Wanna go to my room to listen to music."
This catches Logan's attention. "Um.. sure."
They go up the stairs and to Ashlyn's room. "What kind of music do you listen to?" she asks.
"Oh.. I really like Beach Bunny.. You?"
"Ray LaMontagne," she responds. "I've never heard Beach Bunny."
He smiles a little. "Well, I've never heard Ray LaMontagne."
She pauses. "Song trade?"
He nods. "Ya, sure!"
They sit down on the floor and Ashlyn pulls out a Bluetooth speaker. Logan plays Nice Guys, and Ashlyn plays You Are The Best Thing.
âThatâs exactly the kind of music that I imagine you would listen to,â Logan says with a soft chuckle.
âOh?â
âYa. He has a really soft voice, so not too overwhelming. I get it. Though the lyrics were surprisingly upbeat,â he jokes a little.
She smiles ever so slightly, but hides it by resting her chin on her knee. âWell, I wasnât expecting yours.â
âOh?â
âYa. The song just.. I donât know how to explain it. I always thought youâd be more of a David Bowie fan.â
Logan smiles brightly. âI love David Bowie!â
âSo I was right.â
They let the music continue playing on and they both leaned back. âThis is a lot less awkward than I was worried it would be,â Logan says.
âTell me about it.â
âNice to know I wasnât the only one nervous..â
There was an air of understanding and solidarity between the two of them. It was nice, having someone who understands what itâs like, getting overwhelmed easily. He never thought it would be Ash, though. Sheâs always seemed⌠untouchable and far. Someone whoâd never want anyone close, especially a whiny loser like himself.
âKids! Dinnerâs ready!â
The two head back downstairs and sit at the table. The soup smelled amazing and looked amazing. âThank you so much,â he says.
âNo problem, kiddo!â Mrs. Banner says, sitting at the table.
Ashlyn already started eating, but Logan waited until everyone was seated until he started eating. Thatâs what his grandparents taught him to do.
Once everyone got to the table, he waited until Ashlyn's parents started to eat, and then he dug in himself, napkin in his lap.
"So, Logan," Mr. Banner says. "How long until your grandparents get home?"
"Oh, I'm actually not sure. These business days can go on for a while.. Especially when the weather gets colder, since the flowers are all slowly going away."
He nods, but looks a bit concerned. "So they just left you with no idea how long? When you have no license..?"
"Oh, well, it's fine. I can take care of myself, yknow."
Mrs. Banner and Mr. Banner look at each other, a bit unsure, but don't push it. "Well, how about you spend the night?"
Both Logan and Ashlyn were startled by the offer.
"No, no, no, you really don't have to! I don't want to intrude-"
"Nonsense, we'd be happy to!" Mrs. Banner says. "Only if you want to, though. No pressure."
"I-I-I.." Ya, he's been at sleepovers, but with the rest of the group. What if Ashlyn finds it annoying that it's just him?
"It's fine," Ashlyn says to him. The two look at one another, as if they were both trying to read each other's minds.
"O...k..." he says slowly. "Thank you for.. having me..."
Mr. Banner nods. "I'll let you borrow some of my clothes, kiddo. I've got a lot of old ones I've been meaning to donate. But I'm happy to lend you some for tonight."
"Thank you.. thank you so much. This is really nice of you guys."
Mr. and Mrs. Banner clutch their hearts at Logan's sweetness. "No problem. Anything for Ashlyn's friends!"
"Let's go to my room," Ashlyn says. They begin to go back upstairs, Ashlyn already taking her earbuds out.
"Are you sure you'll be ok without those?"
"You're not like Tyler or Aiden. I'll be fine."
He smiles a little at that.
"I'll set up a cot for you." Right as she was about to go and get the stuff, he stops her.
"Thank you, Ash. Really."
"Hey, man.. it's.. fine. I can't really imagine being completely alone. My parents are.. yknow.."
"Ya.."
She nods and heads off. The Banner family is so nice. He's never felt so welcomed anywhere. Not even in his own home, where his grandparents are probably annoyed with him about something, even just a little. He doesn't doubt their love at all, it's just.. it doesn't feel like this.
A family where they all chat and tease and have fun.
She returns with blankets and a blow up air mattress. She plugs it in and turns it on after putting her earbuds back in.
"Hey, Ash?"
"Hm?"
"After this.. do you want to do another song trade..?"
She smiles. "Only if you watch ballet YouTube videos with me."
This surprises Logan. "Video trades, too? Well then. Only if I can show you mythology based videos."
She nods. "Deal."
He nods back. "Thanks, Ash."
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In your Lucky Clover AU, would Starlo join the Royal Guard because; A, it would give some validity to his sheriff claim and; B, so that he could get word and try to deflect any investigations for the missing human that the Royal Guard launch.
This was such an interesting ask I really had to sit with it for a while. Huge ramble ahead!
So, this idea fascinated me solely because this is a little bit of what the situation is with Martlet in this AU. After Clover decided to live in the underground post Pacifist ending, she put in her two weeks and quit, since she does NOT want to risk being ordered to kill or hunt down Clover, or any other humans for that matter.
It's something she struggles with a lot; not only because she's jobless for a while and probably has to ask for financial assistance from Dalv/Ceroba/Starlo, but also because she KNOWS being in the Royal Guard would give the gang some insider intel on the missing human investigations. Maybe it would've been better to tough it out in a job she wasn't content with just to get that info, to protect Clover? While her friends reassure her that this was the best decision, for her and for Clover's safety, it's something Martlet struggles with for a while, especially considering how some Snowdin Monsters side eye for her suddenly leaving her post and job.
Now, for Starlo. If the situation called for it, would Starlo try and join the Royal Guard? Perhaps if there was no other option! He's the kind of person to go above and beyond for the people he cares about, sometimes to reckless degree. However, I think his relationship with the Royal Guard is far too sour for him to ever be considered for a job with them, based on this line from Ceroba.
Dude literally has made a habit out of locking Royal Guards in his town's jail. Undyne is NOT accepting him into her ranks LOL. (I honestly HC that although Undyne and Starlo have a lot in common and some similarities, they probably would hate each other if they met or were forced to engage in conversation with one another LOL).
As it stands in the AU, none of our main cast has any connections to the Royal Guard, as much as they would like having some kind of way of getting side info, in order to protect Clover. Martlet is in a weird spot with her old co workers, and Starlo's pre-Pacifist ending habits and way of running his town had pretty much killed any chance of that. The best they can do is just keep their eyes and ears peeled in order to ensure no Royal Guard ever discovers Clover secretly living in the Underground.
#the cowboy hat yodels#lucky clover au#Thank you for such a great ask! Really picked my brain#One of my favourite tidbits of this AU is exploring how much the characters change after Clover decides to live in the Underground#Starlo in particular regrets a lot of his reckless behaviour so this is def a convo that would come up#and Martlet basically has her routine totally uprooted but copes with it because she loves Clover that much#The idea of one of the main gang joining the Royal Guard in order to deflect investigations and get secret info is EXTREMELY juicy#But I've never been able to find a way for one of them to feasibly join the Royal Guard so! Just some fun food for thought
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This was a pure joy to work on.
For the behind-the-scenes story of how I made this animated mini-short, click âkeep readingâ below.
I started this 6 weeks ago, just before Nintendo shut down its 3DS and WiiU servers. The server shutdown meant no more multi-player online play for 3DS games, like Mario Kart 7, but also no more uploading to the Butterfly Animation online gallery directly from the app.
As an homage to the Inchworm and Butterfly Animation apps for the DSi and 3DS that Iâve been animating on since 2011, I originally was just going to animate just a single shot featuring something butterfly related.
But the story evolved as I began asking myself a series of "what if" questions that I had fun answering, like, âwhat if it was a little girl playing dress up as a butterfly?â And then âwhat if she was first cosplaying as a caterpillar then the butterfly?â âIf this is a story of growth, what if she stumbles? What is her attitude when she stumbles?â âWhat if the design of the girl was something like Isao Takahata or Yoichi Kotabe would draw?â
Making this was the embodiment of everything I hope to achieve with my personal animation: to let creativity flow and just have fun animating and creating.
Since this mini-short was animated on my Nintendo 3DS, there was a memory limit of only 100 drawings, which was a bit of a challenge for longer or complex actions, but was a fun puzzle to solve. Sometimes limitations force you to come up with even more creative solutions. (I was able the squeeze in more drawings than the memory allowed, and filled it to the max!) :)
The song I used is from Rebecca Sugarâs album, "Spiral Bound", and perfectly fit the theme of the short. Initially, while I was drawing the character, I found myself humming a tune from Steven Universe that dealt with beginnings, endings, and not being ready. Itâs amazing how the brain can subconsciously pick the playlist!
In the end, that song, sung by Stevenâs father in the show, didnât quite fit, but then I remembered another song by Rebecca Sugar which was more on theme with my story, called âMy Own Way to the Endâ. The whole album is wonderful! You can check it out here:
Painting the backgrounds for this was the most challenging thing for me, but also the most eye opening! After painting, I would look around at the trees in the neighborhood differently. So many colors when you really look closely.
Thereâs so many talented people at my work and it was great that I could ask them for advice. One person I asked was the talented Tia Kratter, who happened to teach a mini-painting class for the animators while I was working on this short. I asked her for advice on one of the background paintings and she asked great questions which challenged me to try different things, but I still felt like I was having fun and playing without fear of failure. I mean, it was still hard though! Hahaha!
If youâve read up to this point, thank you for reading this. :) I hope you enjoy this mini-short as much as I enjoyed making it!
#animation#2d animation#butterflyanimation#nintendo 3ds#animators on tumblr#artists on tumblr#rebecca sugar
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Denial || Men Like Me
Part 2 of the Men Like Me series. Part 1
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Fandom:Â The Last of Us Pairing:Â Joel Miller x Virgin!Reader Rating:Â 18+ Warnings:Â girthy age gap, virgin!reader, eventual loss of virginity (not in this chapter), masturbation (male & female), cis fem reader, descriptions of reader's body, somewhat creepy!Joel, fetishization of youth, dom!Joel, Joel ignores you until he can't, slightly insecure reader, very insecure Joel, corruption kink, mild fem!dom, reader turns the tables a little, name calling, fetishization of virginity, face fucking (not the mouth, but cheek), kneeling, stripping, moneyshot, fingering, sexual discoveries. Word count:Â 10.4k Summary:Â After your steamy encounter, Joel ignores you out of guilt, leaving you feeling unworthy. But you make a discovery that makes you turn the tables on him. A/N:Â The reception that chapter 1 got gave me enough serotonin to keep me going, you guys. I hope everyone likes this chapter at least half as much if not as much as the first one. Even the half would give me a lot of joy. And do say hi in my inbox or my asks. I would loooove to talk about these two. As always, pleaaaaaase give me reblog and/or a comment to recharge my writing batteries. Most importantly, a big thanks to @tobuildahomeinthewoods because the smut part was from their idea in the last chapter's comments .
âLong day, huh?âÂ
âWhat?â you asked, your brain taking a second too long to process the words. âYeah. Yeah, yeah,â you said, going back to your glass of whiskey.Â
âI heard about the kids. They gotta be more careful,â Tommy said, looking to his brother for some kind of confirmation. Joel nodded hesitantly, his eyes looking everywhere but you as he traced the rim of his glass with his middle finger. So cavalier like he didnât fuck you with that very finger. Asshole.Â
âYeah, yeah. Climbing trees is not wise,â you agreed, willing yourself to look away from his brother. You didnât want to get caught staring, or worse glaring. The chatter of the dinner crowd at the Tipsy Bison drowned into the sound of you tapping your fingers on the wood counter of the bar. You got up abruptly, the bar stool going down from the force of your actions. You bent over to pick it up, a hand moving to your chest instinctively to keep from flashing everyone. With no such protection for your ass, you could feel familiar eyes on them. Eyes that youâd become accustomed to having on you no matter the distance.Â
âYou okââ Tommy began, but you cut him off.
âYou have a good one, Tommy,â you said, grabbing your bag from the bar counter and slinging it over your shoulder. âI gotta go. Iâm really tired.âÂ
Like the fool that you were, you picked your glass up and downed the rest of the whiskey, your throat rejecting the choice with a cough that had you spit out half of the burning liquor. Great. Now youâd have to wash your scrubs before going to bed so it didnât stain. Fucking great.Â
There were some protests from the younger Miller brother, some words of concern. But you ignored him as you hurried out of the Tipsy Bison and into the night. At least one of the Millers had some manners. And it wasnât the one that broke into your house and showed you what a clitoris was. It was fucking embarrassing that he was ignoring you after that. Even more embarrassing that you had to learn it from a random guy when you were the one poring over anatomy textbooks trying to become a doctor. You should know anatomy better than anyone else. Your mentor shouldâve taught you. Youâd learned how to conduct a safe childbirth. Even been allowed to close up the last c-section patient. But you didnât fucking learn how the baby got in there.Â
Alright well, you did. But you hadnât been told about some of the especially sensitive parts of the body that would be involved in the process.Â
You tossed your bag on your couch, got yourself some cookies that you traded for last week and climbed up the stairs to your bedroom. It wasnât a nutritious dinner, but it filled your tummy. It came in handy when you didnât want to spend time chopping vegetables and boiling pasta or whatever the hell you had to do to cook.Â
Your bedroom had become your prison in the last two weeks. You felt trapped, unable to see beyond it. How could you, when it ironically was right here that you found freedom?Â
Even as you did something as mundane as eating cookies on bed and spilled crumbs on your sheets like a child, the chair in front of your dressing table was in sight. From where you sat, you could see very clearly the scratch on the black paint that revealed the light wood underneath. Evidence of how you had to hold on to dear life as Joel worked your pussy expertly. Like he knew it as well as he knew the tools of his trade. Like weaving his fingers between your folds was as familiar to him as it was for you to weave through skin with your suture needle and thread.
You felt yourself dripping at the mere memory of his thick fingers pumping away inside you, unraveling the fibers of your being. The sight of him at the barâ his finger tracing the rim of the glassâ it took you to the memory of that very finger teasing your pussy.
The pornographic magazines, the entertainment for men, no longer saw the light of day from their box under your bed. Pictures of nude women you wanted to model yourself after in order to be attractive to men no longer sufficed. All you strived for now was to be attractive to him. To be strung like a puppet in his hands while all he seemed to want was to get away from any place where you were.Â
You felt a pang in your chest as you recalled the first time you went to the house of worship after your time with Joel to find that heâd been replaced with the younger Miller. Tears stung in your eyes as you felt rejected by his absence. Like he no longer wanted to be in the same room as you, hammer nails into wood as you spoke to your fellow townspeople about their wellbeing. You told yourself it was just a temporary thing. That the brothers just liked to alternate shifts and he would return soon to fix the windows that shattered during a storm in the winter.Â
He never came.Â
Youâd never experienced such rejection before. Youâd never wanted before. To want was to risk rejection, to feel the pit in your stomach as you felt now. You never wanted to feel less than, undesirable, unwanted. So you pulled away from all the men you dated. If you could even call that dating. Maybe it was your own fault for thinking it would be easier with Joel. What did you think? That he would fold immediately because you showed off your legs and touched his arm and pushed your breasts out to present your femininity?Â
Naive, stupid girl.Â
âBeen experiencing longer than youâve been alive, Maâam.âÂ
Something twisted in your belly and you lied down, pulling your covers over you as though it would contain the shame coursing through you.Â
You probably looked silly to him, like a little girl playing adult. Like a kitten picking a fight with a lion. Less than half his age, just a fucking preschooler on outbreak day when he wouldâve been a fully grown man. Maybe already beginning to gray, the skin by his eyes crinkled from the years he spent smiling at and wooing women. Why would he want a girl? Heâd want a real woman. Someone like Tommyâs wife, perhaps. Someone he wouldnât have to teach.
âDonât know your own fucking body but you want a man?â his taunt rang cold in your ear, sending chills down your spine like he was still behind you, fingers buried deep inside the most intimate part of you. You pressed your thighs together, heat pooling between them as it always happened when you thought of what he did to you.Â
Shame didnât deter you as you brought your fingers to your pussy, brushing one against your clit with curiosity. With fear. It felt so good, like its sole purpose went beyond the animal need to survive and propagate. You bypassed it to touch your weeping slit, more comfortable with what you were already used to for carnal pleasure.
Your own fingers had always been enough. Out in the wilderness when you needed to release pent up energy. After long days at the clinic and sharing notes with the other students. When you were tired to the point where you couldnât sleep. Your fingers always took you to where you needed. You were always satisfied. Â
Not anymore.Â
You whined as the different angles you tried failed to work. The physical pleasure was the same. But not quite like how it felt with him. His hand was larger, his fingers longer and thicker. He showed you sports inside you that youâd never been able to touch yourself. Maybe this was what people meant when they said ignorance was bliss. Knowledge of pleasure you could have but couldnât give yourself was torture.
As much as you resented Joel now, you couldnât help but conjure images of him as you brought yourself closer to release. His deep brown eyes, his large hand that he wrapped around your throat, the way he carried you from your chair and deposited you on your bed. Like a human being weighed nothing to him. Like you were his toy that he could bury his fingers in, play with and set aside when he was done, when he was bored. Entertainment for Men came to your mind again and you cried like you never had at your own touch.Â
Your thighs trembled as you imagined yourself as one of those women in the magazines, but only for him. Entertainment for Joel. Splayed out on the center page for him to look at and fuck his hand to. You wouldnât mind being tangible entertainment. Laid out on his bed, limbs arranged in an attractive manner for him, so he could access whatever part of your body he wanted to play with. To be bent to his will and fucked, to be used, given an affectionate pat on your pussy and put away when youâd outlasted his needs only to be given attention when he wanted to get off the next time.Â
You shook uncontrollably, your eyes squeezed shut and the world went blank as you reached your peak. You pulled your spare pillow to your chest, needing some physical comfort after experiencing such a high. You wished it were him instead of an inanimate object. That he would make you feel good and hold you and kiss you all over. That he would stay when you woke up the next day and do it all over again.Â
Once the haze of your orgasm cleared up, you cringed at the feelings it had brought out of you. How stupid⌠Wanting a man who broke in, fucked you with his fingers, and began ignoring you like you did something horrible to him. Fuck Joel Miller and fucking his stupid fucking face. As he said, there were other men in the town. Men who wouldnât ignore you.
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âHow are the windows lookinâ?âÂ
âFixed âem up in time for the cold winds. No thanks to you, fuckinâ asshole.âÂ
âSorry. Yâknow I ainât the church going type.â It wasnât a lie. He wasnât the church kind before Sarah died and he certainly wasnât anymore. That the young aspiring doctor he fingered in her bedroom was the real reason behind him swapping work would remain his secret.
âYeah, yeah,â Tommy grumbled, playing with the now cold fries on his plate. âIt ainât a church, by the way. Maria keeps correctinâ me. Itâs the house of worship.âÂ
Joel rolled his eyes at that. He got the reasoning behind it. The town had people who believed in different Gods and had different religions. Calling the place a Church would be as unfair as calling it aâ whatever, he didnât know any other kind of place for worship. But it still pissed him off when his little brother came to him and went on about something his wife said.
Go off and do whatever your wife tells you, motherfucker.
No matter how he tried, the snide voice in his head that hated Maria never went away. He never said anything to her or Tommy. Maria was decent to him too, unlike the time he first arrived with Ellie. She trusted him with Miles. Invited him and Ellie over to family dinners. But they kept their interactions to a minimum, as though thereâd been a silent agreement that it was best they kept it civil so as to not sow discord in the family.Â
âWhatever. No point in worshiping, be it Jesus or whatever stuff they got goinâ these days.â
A shudder went down his spine, triggered by the talk of religion. As it became colder, Ellie had begun to revert to the empty shell of a child she was after the events in Colorado. Thereâd been grifters in the past hiding behind religion to cheat people out of their money, to damage children irreparably while preaching the word of God. The end of the fucking world somehow didnât stop them from going on. Didnât stop people from believing that an all-knowing, all-powerful guy in the sky was still watching and would protect them.Â
If what protected people was God, guns were God. And Molotov cocktails. Sharp rocks and shoelaces.
Ellie didnât tell him much, but from what he could piece together, it was a religious group with one guy leading them. And they were fuckinâ cannibals. Sounded like a goddamn cult.
âItâs a nice place to meet people,â said Tommy, snapping him out of his descent into the void of the recent past.Â
Joel simply snorted and took a sip of his glass of water. He couldnât handle his alcohol like he used to. Age and that he had been off his usual cocktail of oxy and whiskey for a long time now. He had to resort to having a lot of water to sober himself up after the occasional evening drinks with Tommy.Â
âWhat? It is! I go there, catch up with everyone in town. Usually people go there when theyâre going through some shit. It makes them feel conscious if you visit their house. So I just run into âem at the Chuâ house of worshipâ and I just talk to them about their lives ân see if thereâs anything I can do for them.âÂ
âGuess youâre right,â he said, slotting his thumbnail in the ridges on the bar counter absentmindedly, scraping off bits of the old softening wood.Â
He could go again. Only so many days he could ignore you. But the reminder of the shame coursing through his veins when he saw you this evening made him shake the thoughts off. There was no way he could be anywhere you were without shriveling up and dying of embarrassment.Â
You were so young.
Relatively unblemished by the world. A fuckinâ virgin. Never known the touch of a man and moaning his name as you touched yourself.Â
Nope, nope, nope. Shouldn't have gone there, he thought as he felt himself hardening in his pants. Shouldnât his dick be non-functional by now? He was dangerously close to sixty and spent a good two decades without adequate nutrition. Shouldnât that be enough to turn his dick limp forever?
âCome over tomorrow, then. Weâre doinâ a little memorial thing in the back of the house of worship. That young doctorâs idea, actually. She put the idea forward at the last council meeting. Thinks itâll help people to have something physical to remember their people by.âÂ
Young, sweet, and so fucking thoughtful.Â
Not meant for men like him.
Yet he went the next day.Â
The topic of Sarah hung in the air around him and Tommy like a fog beyond which they couldnât see. It sat heavy in his chest, the memory of his baby and worse, everything his shit brain had forgotten. He remembered that she gave him shit, mocked him over everything. But she didnât have a voice in his head anymore. He could describe the sweetness of her voice, but it no longer sounded out in his mind. No matter how hard he tried.Â
Her favorite color was purple and she loved soccer. He couldnât recall the name of her team. She loved reading. He didnât remember her favorite author. She liked animated movies. He couldnât remember a single one. Just the vague memory of her falling asleep on his lap as cartoon characters chirped away on tv. Even her face was beginning to blur. When he recalled her features, it was only through images of the last seconds of her life.
âWe could just do alphabetical order. Simple.âÂ
âNot really,â you said, scribbling lines on the paper. âWe get new people in the town sometimes and we donât want the names they add to stand out, away from the alphabetically ordered list. Might make them feel bad.â
âYeah, youâre right. What about age?â Tommy suggested.Â
âStill the same problem. It would force newcomers to have their own separate list at the bottom.âÂ
âHow about a first come first serve system? We tell people when weâre taking names down for the memorial and they can come over, form a queue and give us the names they want included. That way, people can keep the names of the people they love in one spot on the memorial instead of having it scattered all over because of age or alphabetical order.âÂ
âWhat do you think, Joel?â Tommy asked, making him fold his arms over his chest and sigh. He didnât give a shit. But that wasnât the most amicale thing to say when someone was trying to do an objectively good deed. Unlike the other people in this town, he didnât deserve to add the names of his people to a memorial. He failed in protecting them. He didnât deserve to mourn like he wasnât the reason they went into early graves.Â
âYeah, âs good. I agree.â He said, finding no faults with your proposal to order the names of the deceased by the order in which people gave it to âem. He didnât know why he was being asked all this. It wasnât like he was on the council like them. He was just takin��� measurements when he got dragged into this.Â
âHow many names do you think weâll get?â Tommy asked him in yet another attempt to get him involved.Â
Taking pity on his brother, he began a rough estimate of the number of names theyâd get for the memorial and how much surface area theyâd need for carving them in. âSix hundred people in town. Babies donât have names to give. Kids wouldnât have too many and if they had any, it would be on their parentsâ list too. How many kids in this town?â
It was a fucking nightmare, sitting there at the table with you and doing calculations when all he wanted was to throw you over his shoulder and take you back to his place. Make you pose like you were posing in front of your mirror that day. Like women in those porno magazines he sneaked into his teenage bedroom and jerked off to. The fuck were you even thinking? Door left open, tits out, fingers in your cunt and his fucking name on your lips.Â
Did you notice him at your door and decided it would be a fun trick to play on an old man? Or did you always scream his name when you fucked yourself? When was the first time? Did you always come so prettily on your own fingers like you came on his? Being in the dark drove him crazy. But part of him felt that getting the answers would drive him absolutely fucking insane.Â
The thought alone was enough to make him feel uncomfortable in his pants. He adjusted himself on his seat and looked away from you, afraid that somehow youâd be able to tell that he was having improper thoughts about you when you were talking about honoring the dead. If thinking about you sexually in a church was bad, he was sure it was worse to think it when you were trying to help people memorialize their dead.
You had an air of innocence about you. The brightness of your eyes and the way you moved your hands about as you planned the details of this memorial and scribbled them out on your little notebook. Heâd been attracted to that innocence from the very start. A rare thing to find out in the world. When even babies were born into violence and oppression, innocence was a luxury no one even thought to acquire.Â
A virgin, too.Â
His cock twitched in his pants. He gulped and looked around to check if anyone had caught his shameless response. Nope.Â
He was surprised you were a virgin. For all your innocence, you were also fucking beautiful. There were plenty of guys in town. Ladies too, if you liked that. Anyone wouldâve snatched you up quick and made sure to show you a world of pleasure. It didnât take him long knowing you to give in to temptation. It was fucking impossible that no man had worshipped with his head between your thighs. That no man who saw you in your pretty little dresses bent you over and filled you up with his cock.
You were beautiful. Even more so when you came on his fingers. Made all those pretty little sounds. The way you said his name⌠Nobody had said it like that in such a long time. Not even Tess.Â
It rang in his head whenever he found himself alone at home. Being in possession of your panties didnât help matters. White cotton. Innocent. Covered in your dried up release. When he left that day, he made sure to suck on his fingers. Moaned like a fucking creep while going down your stairs. Eyes closed, he could still taste you on his tongue. After so many days. A little tangy with a hint of salt from your sweat and all woman.Â
It had been embarrassingly long since he felt like a man. Heâd been father, brother, smuggler, and father again. But long since he was just man. Never someone desirable. Out there, sex was just for release. Purely biological. The end of the fucking world did not afford good hygiene. You fucked someone because they were the safest option. Not because you were attracted to them.
You, however⌠You had others in this town. You were here before him. Younger, smarter, with a body that worked perfectly fucking well. You could have anyone but it was his name you were moaning out in the privacy of your room.Â
He grunted as your voice crept back into his mind. The âJoel, pleaseâ, and the âSirâ.Â
He grabbed on to the railing as his thighs trembled, afraid he would have an embarrassing fall. His breaths grew quicker and his mind void of everything but you.Â
On your knees. On your back. On your front so he could fuck you from behind. Your hand around his cock. Your lips stretched out around him as you struggled with his size. Fistful of your hair as you begged for release. Please, Sir. Please, Joel. Â The heat of your tight velvety cunt. Tears blurring your wide eyed innocence as he stretched out your rear hole. He wanted to take you everywhere, leave you burning with him. Mark you so deep every man you let in after you would know who fucked you first.
It didn't take long. The mental images of you were far too effective. His last time was too long ago. He was too old to last. Too old to want you. Somehow the reminder only pushed him further along. Sticky white cum coated your panties, mixing your scent with his. The mirror showed him a reflection of himself. Old, gray, crowâs feet by his eyes. He dropped your panties in the hamper, the warmth of his own release on his hand and the shame on his face sobering him up quickly.Â
He wanted to teach you sin. But you had taught him more of it already than you would ever know.
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âCool jacket, dude!âÂ
âUhâŚthanks. I traded for it years agoâ you said, digging your thumb nail between the teeth of the zipper. It didnât fit perfectly, but it worked well on cold nights that werenât cold enough to warrant a sweater. âIs Joel in? I need to talk to him about a building project.â
âYeah,â said Ellie before pressing her lips into a thin line. âI mean, he was awake half an hour ago when I left, but he could be in dreamland by now. Cause heâs old.âÂ
âAh. Of course,â you said, smiling awkwardly at the girl. Joelâs kind of, sort of daughter. You were closer to her than Joel in age. You rolled the memorial plan tighter and tighter, your hands needing to be occupied with something as your mind reeled at the inappropriateness of your desires.
âIâll make sure I donât wake him up,â you said before leaving the girl to return to her group of friends.Â
He was old enough to be your father. It should disgust you, scare you. Maybe it wouldâve if youâd had an actual father in your life. A point of reference to know how vile a man of that age would have to be to want a girl your age. You tried to force some disgust into your veins, hoping that would help in putting out the fire in you that threatened to consume you whole. But it was hard to convince yourself that this was wrong when heâd made you feel so good.Â
Your fingers had become inadequate overnight. If his fingers were so powerful over you⌠You shuddered to think what he could do for you with his penis. It had to feel better. The organ was made for it, unlike fingers.
You stopped outside his door and knocked without giving it a single thought. If youâd thought about it, you wouldâve fled. It had already taken you hours to muster up the courage to make the walk to his house with the draft sketches for the memorial. You wouldnât let your desperation ruin it.Â
He looked surprised to see you, mouth opening and closing as though heâd forgotten how to process language. His dark brown curls and the silver that decorated it sat messily atop his head. Like heâd run his fingers through it. An old t-shirt stretched over his chest and struggled against his arms. A pair of dark sweatpants sat on his hips, the drawstrings hanging in the front.Â
âHey? UhâŚwhatâs wrong?â he asked, bringing a hand up to his face and scratching his beard. Why was that hot? You had to be out of your fucking mind.
You cleared your throat and looked up into his eyes. âDoes something have to be wrong?â
âYouâve never come here, so I thoughtâŚâÂ
âIâm here about the memorial plans. I have a few designs I want to run by you,â you said, holding up the rolled up sheets of paper.
âAh. That. Sure, uh come in,â he said, opening the door and stepping aside to allow you passage. You looked around his house, careful to seem disinterested so he didnât have more reasons to think you were a stupid little girl pining after him just because he made you come once.Â
Shit. He probably already thought that.Â
âA virgin. Pretty young things like you ainât for men like me.â
You swallowed at the reminder as he led you to the dining table and offered you a seat. You looked around while he cleared the table. Plates, tools, some worn out novels. So he was the messy sort. You didnât know who you would be if youâd had the chance to just be. You didnât know if you would leave things lying around like that if youâd had a normal start to life. Like Joel. Like the others who were old enough to remember life before the cordyceps.
The place didnât scream Joel Miller. There were no personal artifacts decorating his living room. No framed art. No books. No throw pillows or even a blanket on the couch.Â
You knew what it was like to have nothing in your house. When you were still new to the town and it hadnât hit you yet that you were allowed to have your own things. Collect stuff and not worry about having too many things to carry with you when you had to run. You didnât own anything you couldnât fit into your backpack. And you took that backpack everywhere when you managed to step outside your new house.Â
But over time, youâd decorated your house. People you helped out at the clinic often gave you things as a token of their gratitude. Kids drew pictures for you. A lady once gave you the art off her wall that the previous owner had put up. Tommy and Maria gave you a new sweater that sheâd knit when she was pregnant. New yarn from new wool from the townâs sheep. The first time you ever got something truly new.Â
âNo decorations, huh?âÂ
âWhat?â
âYou don���t have any decorations here,â you pointed out again and licked your lips nervously.
âUh, yeah. Not really the priority. Haveâta trade wisely. Canât be gettinâ pictures when ya need bread.âÂ
âYeah,â you said, nodding. âBut you don't have to trade for it, you know? You could put up something of whatâs in the house already. Surely the previous owners left some stuff.âÂ
âThey did. Traded âem all for things we need. Fresh fruits, bullets, that kinda shit.âÂ
âWell, it doesnât have to be framed art. You could cut up a nice picture from a magazine or something.âÂ
Joel looked up from the plans, head tilted and an eyebrow raised. Shit! Of course he thought you were talking about your magazines with the naked women.Â
âI didnât mean it like that!â you said, your voice coming out squeaky. Embarrassed, you cleared your throat and looked down at the plans.Â
âLetâs discuss the plans,â he said, his voice all gruff and his tone so stern.Â
âI-I- uh⌠May I use your restroom?â you asked, unable to look him in the eye after what youâd said. After how heâd reacted. You really didnât mean it like that. But you could see why that would be hard to believe when the last time he saw you, you had a box full of those menâs entertainment magazines on your bed and one open in front of you as you touched yourself.Â
Touched yourself and moaned his name.Â
âUpstairs, second door to the left.âÂ
You squeaked out a thanks before you bolted out of his dining room and made your way up the stairs. There were two bathrooms. One decorated with band posters and a poster of a girl with weirdly cut black hair sitting on a motorcycle. Had to be Ellieâs. The second door to the left was another bathroom. Joelâs, apparently. There was just one bar of soap, a toothbrush, and a pot of toothpaste. No shampoo bar. You pulled the toilet seat and lid down before taking a seat.Â
You let out a groan and planted your face in your hands. Why the hell did you have to go and make it awkward like it wasnât already that way. After he made you come that day, heâd refused to be anywhere near you. You hoped it was just coincidence, but after over a week it became undeniable that he was avoiding you.Â
He probably thought you were going to catch feelings. A girl in one of the romance novels you read fell in love with a guy who took her virginity. And there was the time you overheard this guy talking about not wanting to sleep with a girl because she was a virgin. He was afraid she would catch feelings and get clingy.Â
Now here you were in his bathroom because you thought it was wise to make small talk and ended up insinuating he should put up dirty pictures on his wall. You could scream. But you wouldnât. There was already enough awkwardness with him.Â
You could always jump out of the window and run off to your house. Never speak of this again. Pretend nothing happened if Joel tried to talk to you about it. But something told you that he wouldnât. He would probably be happy if he never had to interact with you again. You had been acting desperate. He caught you touching yourself moaning his name, for fuckâs sake!Â
Your hands, permanently dry from all the times you scrubbed them clean for your patients, found some moisture from your salty tears. It was embarrassing, sitting in the bathroom of a guy who wanted nothing to do with you after you scared him off with your stupid little infatuation.Â
You were a grown woman. Still young, but too old to be acting like this. You should have some experience already. Not sniffling over a man more than twice your age. He was right. He had been a grown man with experience longer than youâd been alive. Of course he wanted nothing to do with you.Â
The window looked more and more attractive as the seconds passed. It had been a while since you did something like that. You didnât need to jump out of buildings or trees anymore. You didnât go on patrols like some residents. With no need to fight for your life and having all the food you could need to never go hungry even once, youâd become a little unfit. If you broke a bone jumping out of Joelâs bathroom window, there would be questions. And everyone would know. Youâd have to avoid the whole town instead of just Joel.Â
Youâd just have to face it. Even if facing it was doing as little as just bidding him goodbye and bolting out of his house without an explanation. You got off his toilet and pressed the flush just so he didnât think you were weird. Like it fucking mattered. He already found you weird and desperate.Â
You washed your hands, letting the water wash away the tears on your hands before wiping your wet hands over your face in an attempt to remove traces of your crying.Â
You shouldâve just left after that. Not looked around. Not snooped like a creep. You didnât ever dig. You didnât have to look too deep to catch it. But a sliver of white peeked out through the netted walls of the laundry hamper. A sliver of white cotton with a light blue stitch.Â
Without second thought, you dug into his dirty laundry. You came up with the white cotton fabric, going straight to the gusset where the blue thread stitched the fabric pieces together. The original stitch had given out and you sewed it back together just some time back. The blue thread was all that you had at the time.Â
As though the sight of your panties in Joelâs bathroom wasnât jarring enough, next came the smell. Of you. Your cum. You felt practically hear your own heartbeats as you recalled how heâd cleaned you up with your own panties. You recalled that he stuffed the fabric in his pocket as you lied on your bed, pussy still pulsating from his handiwork, brain melted, and life changed forever.Â
You took another whiff of your panties, goosebumps raising the hairs on your body as you felt it. Your cum and something else. It was still damp.
Blood rushed back up to your face and you felt yourself getting tense.Â
This fucker. How dare he? Youâd been embarrassed just a minute ago over your desires and he was doing this the whole time? Noticing you on the streets and running away for days. Running back to his home where he kept your fucking panties, apparently. Avoiding you for so long only to cum in your panties.Â
So he wanted you.Â
If not you, he at least wanted sex. Dirrty old man who liked attention from you, but you werenât even disgusted. Just angry he was pretending to be better than that. He couldâve used any old rag, but he used your panties.Â
You brought your defiled panties back up and smelled them again. Strangely, it smelled something like bleach. Or you could be wrong. Youâd never⌠You didnât know what a manâs release was supposed to smell like. Was it different for each man or did they all smell the same?Â
Wetness pooled in your panties as you imagined him touching himself. Large rough hand wrapped around himself. Did he think of you when he did it? Think of you naked in your bedroom and taking his fingers? What did his penis look like? What would it feel like? Soft? Rough? Youâd wondered about having one inside you, but never about a particular manâs anatomy. But this was Joel. Joel was the only one whoâd gotten this far in your head.Â
He couldnât deny it to you anymore. If nothing else, you could at least call him out for ignoring you when he was wiping his ejaculate off with your stolen panties.
âJoel!â you called out before your fears could talk you out of confronting him. Unsure if he wouldâve heard you, you opened the bathroom door and yelled his name out again. âJoel!âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âCome up here!âÂ
âWhat happened?âÂ
âJust come here.âÂ
You heard him sigh, the sound followed by the typical grunts and groans he made when standing up. Fuckinâ old man, ruining your life. Ruining your self-confidence. Ruining your fucking panties. His heavy footsteps thudded against the stairs as he climbed up, the sound getting louder as he got closer to the bathroom.Â
âWhy were you screaming my name like yââ he stopped mid scold, frozen in place by the door as he saw what you had in your hand. He opened and closed his mouth, as though attempting to explain but deciding otherwise. He licked his lips and scratched the back of his neck, his eyes looking everywhere but at you.Â
âDo you not have rags, Joel?â you taunted, taking a step towards him and enjoying seeing him step back. You felt powerful, moving a large man with just your voice. It was very unlike how he made you feel all the days he ignored you. Weak, insignificant, undesirable.
âYou werenât meant toâ Fuck, Iâm sorry!âÂ
âWhich part are you apologizing for? For breaking into my house and touching me? For ignoring me ever since? For stealing my underwear? Or for doing whatever you did with it?â
You moved him out of the bathroom, making him walk backwards in the hallway you hoped led to his bedroom. Even if it didnât, youâd be fine. Youâd exact revenge in any place you can. As long as you got to make him feel the way he made you feel. Pleasure. Shame. Want.Â
âIâm sorry. Fuck, Iâm so sorry. I never shouldâveââ
You took your last step towards him, finally trapping him against a wall. You stood close enough to place your hand on his chest. You licked your lips, the rock hard muscles beneath your touch storing itself away in your mind for later use.Â
âImagine what would happen if I told someone? You sister-in-law, perhaps⌠She hates you, doesnât she?â You smirked, though you were screaming on the inside. You didnât know where you got all this courage from. You didnât know you had it in you to threaten a man as imposing as Joel.Â
He turned pale, his hands up against the wall in surrender. If youâd asked him, he wouldnât tell you the truth that it was to keep himself from touching you. âPlease donât tell anyone. I wonât do this again, I swear.âÂ
âMaybe I want you to do this againâŚâÂ
âYou donât. Trust me.âÂ
âShh!â You said, placing your index finger on his lips. Pink, perfectly shaped, and so damn kissable. âDonât tell me what I want. You ignored me ever since you walked into my house without my permission and shoved your fingers inside me. I was walking around town believing I wasnât good enough for big old Joel Miller. What did you say? That youâve been experiencing longer than Iâve been alive?âÂ
You raised an eyebrow at him when he didnât answer. Then he nodded reluctantly.
âWhy were you coming in my panties then if I didn't measure up? âÂ
âI wonât do it agââ he groaned when you grabbed his cock through his pants. He let out a low grunt and his Adamâs Apple bobbed in his neck as he swallowed. You replaced your index finger with your thumb, tracing his trembling lips as you lazily stroked his cock with your other thumb.Â
He filled your whole hand and there was still more. It took everything in you to not moan at the sheer size of him. To not grind your belly against it to feel it against you. You didnât know how big it was supposed to be, but the romance novels you read always described the big ones as more desirable.Â
âI donât want to hear excuses. I asked why. Why did you steal my panties, Joel Miller?âÂ
âI donât know.âÂ
âDid you come on it? Donât fucking lie to me cause I can fucking smell you on it.âÂ
âI did. I jerked off with it.â You had to choke back a moan at that. No, you had to be strong. Show him you could take the upper hand just like he did with you. You werenât a little girl with a crush. You were a woman and you could have this effect on a grown man. You refused to be discounted with a pat on your pussy no matter how much you wanted him to touch you like that again.Â
âMmm. And thatâs enough to get you going. Just a pair of my panties.âÂ
âMhmm.âÂ
âShow me how you did it.âÂ
âWhat?â He asked, eyebrow raised.Â
âShow. Me. How you did it.âÂ
He narrowed his eyes at you, his hand coming up to stroke the base of his neck. âWh-What?â
You felt your heart thud against your ribs and if you didnât know from experience and your textbooks, youâd have been afraid that he could hear it. Youâd never done anything so daring. You were the timid girl when it came to this stuff. That the thought even occurred to you was a testament to how much you desired Joel. Not just to sleep with any guy, but to have Joel. Without a word, you reached under the skirt of your dress and tugged your panties down.Â
He inhaled sharply as you bent down and came back up with your panties. Undyed white fabric, a little green ribbon in the shape of a bow stitched to the front, gusset a light gray from your wetness.Â
âShow me. I want to see what you were doing in your bathroom with my panties after ignoring me everyday,â you said, taking his hand and forcing the fabric into it. His hand curled around it and you found yourself feeling lighter. You didn't know how long you could keep up the brave front if he continued to have no response.Â
âTake your clothes off.âÂ
It was like something changed the moment you gave him the garment. His eyes were on you, his gaze unrelenting. He took a step ahead and you stepped backward. His lips curled up in a smirk. It seemed playtime was over⌠Like a lion letting the cubs play at predation before taking over to show how hunting was really done.Â
You didnât know if you were ready for that⌠Sure it was nothing heâd never seen before, but it was different. The last time, you didnât do it with the intention to have him see you. He just happened to see you bare and you didnât cover up when you realized.Â
âI donât have a box full of dirty magazines. I need to see somethinâ,â he said, his eyes going down your frame like they had every right to be there. âOr you could leave these,â he said, holding your panties up in front of your eyes, âand run back home. What dâya say?â
You swallowed, your hands shaking as you reached behind to find the zipper of your dress. You werenât going to run off. Not when youâd been desperate for so long to do something, anything with him. Cold air kissed your back as you pulled the zipper down and the hairs on your body stood up in full attention. You pushed the sleeves off your shoulder and shimmied out of the dress, standing in just your dress in front of him.Â
He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall. He looked you up and down. He tilted his head as he looked you up and down. He radiated superiority, putting you in some kind of a daze. âYour bra too. Show me your tits.âÂ
The crudeness had more wetness pooling between your legs. You nodded wordlessly, afraid that pathetic whimpers would be the only sound youâd make under his gaze. You reached behind and felt around for the clasp of your bra. With his eyes piercing into you, you failed to find it quickly like you usually did. Your mouth dried up, your tongue sticking to the roof.Â
He made no effort to help. A mocking smile assumed its place on his lips as he watched you struggle in front of him.Â
When you finally managed your task and stood fully naked, he stood up straight. His tongue darted out and licked his lips. You felt like a piece of meat placed in front of a starving man. Just seconds ago, you were telling yourself you didnât need his approval, that this would just be revenge. But as he evaluated your body, your pussy wept with the need for your body to be nothing but what he liked.
âRoomâs that way.â He nodded in the direction of the room. You turned around and took small steps, your shoulders curling inward and your head bowed in submission. Every inch of your skin burned with the strength of his gaze.Â
âKneel.âÂ
You placed your knee on his bed, ready to climb up.Â
âOn the floor.âÂ
One knee still on his white sheets, you turned around to look at him. He was so large. Imposing. The kind of figure you would follow without question. So, you did.Â
âYou look pretty on your knees.âÂ
He took a few steps towards you, stopping when the distance had your neck straightening to look up at him. Large, powerful, imposing. Another step and you were face-to-face with his crotch. His bulge was right there.Â
âGo on, take it out. Since you wanted it so bad.âÂ
Joel didnât think you would do it. You looked even smaller kneeling at his feet. Meek little thing. He didnât at all expect you to taunt him the way you did. Especially after you threatened to tell on him to Maria. He fully expected you to start crying. Guess he really underestimated you. Virgin didnât necessarily mean innocent.Â
Yet you folded as soon as he took the reins. He saw the change in you right when he told you to take your clothes off. When your eyes went from determined to defeated. All that spunk evaporated to reveal the little girl underneath. He liked it like that. Made him feel like a real man. Not that there was any scarcity of masculinity in his life of taking out clickers and defending this town. But somethinâ about a beautiful woman accepting his authority did the trick faster than every other display of masculinity.Â
Your hands fiddled with his belt, trembling as you tried to take it off. He stopped you with a hand on your wrist. âJust undo the zip.âÂ
No way he was going to get naked in front of a pretty little twenty something. It wasnât anything great to look at even before he began a life of violence and traversing the wilderness. Sure he was well built from all the hard physical labor and constant fight for survival. Itâd left several unappealing scars on his person. Time had done a number on him too. Especially his pudgy belly. It didnât help that food flowed free in Jackson, fattening him up a little.Â
Thankfully, you listened. You looked up, as though you expected him to complete the task for him. He challenged you with a look. Wanna be a big girl so bad, act like one.
You reached inside his pants and took his cock out. Your lips parted and he heard you inhale through your mouth. His cock hung in front of him, hard from your teasing. He had to give it to you, you were daring for a meek little thing. No one in town would believe him if he told them all that youâd done. And he suspected he didnât even know the half of it.
âNot too late to back out, you know?â he said, wrapping his hand around himself. It took everything in him to give you an out. As much as he wanted to grab your face, force your mouth open and make you gag around him, he was man enough to let you know you didnât have to do anything. Young girl probably bit more than you could swallow. And seeing his cock and your mouth so close by showed that he was definitely nothing you could swallow.
âIâm not backing out.âÂ
âFirst time seeing one?âÂ
âOf course not. I work at the clinic. You think I havenât seen a penis?âÂ
âNo anatomical terms. I ainât your patient. Go on, touch my cock.âÂ
You reached up for him, but he stepped back, delighting himself in the disappointment on your face. âCome on, you want a man so bad, work for it.âÂ
You moved to stand up. âDid I say you could stand up?âÂ
âNo.âÂ
âThen get back on your fucking knees.âÂ
You dropped to your knees and he groaned in satisfaction. The euphoria of wielding power over someone rushed through his veins. And he wanted more. It was the same sick satisfaction he got when he beat men to death. When he broke bones and dressed animals he hunted in the wild. âGood girl. Youâre going to listen to what I say. Got it?âÂ
âYes, Sir.âÂ
Fuck! That fucking word again.
âCome on, come get it. Hands and knees. Crawl to me.âÂ
He beckoned you forward with one hand, his other still on his cock. You bent over and god fucking damnit, you were a vision. You were an eager girl and he could see what you could become in the right hands. His hands. The things he could show you⌠Introduce you to your own body. Bring you pain and pleasure that were indistinguishable.
Your tits hung from your chest, swaying as you crawled towards him. Feverish, bright eyes followed him as he continued to refuse what you wanted. Too fucking late. He warned you. Told you men like him werenât for pretty little things like you. But you didnât fucking want to listen. Now youâd have to deal with the consequences. Maybe youâd stay away then.Â
âPlease, Sir,â you whined so prettily he almost gave in.Â
âWhat are you begging for?âÂ
âYou. Y-your penis.âÂ
âMy cock,â he corrected. âSay it.â
âYour cock, Sir.âÂ
âGood girl. Câmere,â he said, giving you a nod to come closer. You crawled to him and when he didnât back away, sat up on your knees. He placed his hand on the back of your neck and gripped your hair, making you hiss. Holding you in place, he brought his cock to your face. You looked up at it, your eyes widening and your mouth slackening. You brought your hand up and touched his tip with just your thumb. The rest of your hand followed, wrapping around him. He gasped silently as you stroked his slit with your thumb, making him leak precum on you.Â
âDidâŚ? Did you?âÂ
âNo. Gotta do more ân that to make me come. Thatâs precum.âÂ
âOh.âÂ
He didnât think you knew what precum was. Probably not the focus of your education here. Not the most important thing when townsfolk came in injured after patrols or suffering from a fever that was life threatening without the medicines of the past.Â
He pressed his cock against your cheek. The sight presented a visual of how youâd struggle if you took him in your mouth. Heâd have you choking on him before you even took half. He twitched against your face at the mere thought. You were the picture of innocence, even with his cock on your face. Even with the stunt you pulled before he put you back in your place.Â
âThink Iâll just do this. Fuck your pretty face.âÂ
You whimpered, spurring him on. He wanted to force himself inside you, punish your mouth for having the gall to speak to him the way you did. Make you cry from how full of him you were. Give you a sore throat so when you spoke to him again, youâd remember to speak with respect. But you wouldnât be able to handle it. So heâd settle for defiling your sweet features, hold his cock against your cheek and rut like the animal he was.
âI ainât gonna lay you out on my bed and take you nice and slow. Iâm just gonna use you. âs what men like me do.â
He pulled away, giving you another opportunity to rethink this. âYou can put your fucking clothes on and leave if you donât like it.âÂ
To his surprise, you stayed put on your knees. You shook your head before reaching up and rubbing your cheek against his cock. You let out a soft moan, eyes closed and your thighs pressed together tight. âNo, no. I like it.âÂ
âFuckinâ slut,â he said, his hand back in your hair. He tugged at it and took his cock in his other hand. He tapped your lips with his tip, smearing the precum that leaked out of him. âYou like an older man using your face like itâs a pussy?âÂ
âYes, Sir.âÂ
He snorted, amused. âNever met a virgin slut before. Getting your face fucked before your pussy. Bet youâre wet from this.âÂ
There was the sweet little whimper from you again. He wanted to hear more of it. Trap you underneath him and make you weep and cry and whimper as he split you in half.
âLet me see. Touch your pussy, show me your slick.âÂ
You obeyed, spread your knees and touched yourself. Your hand glistened under the light of his bedroom, your wetness stretching between your fingers in strings. âGoddamn, would you look at thatâŚâ he said in a low rumble. âRub it on my cock.âÂ
Your hand trembled slightly and you stared at him with a blank look in your eyes. He guided your hand to his cock, withdrawing his hand when heâd brought you close enough so you could decide whether you wanted to follow his command. You touched your slickened hand to his cock, covering him in the evidence that you wanted this. Wanted him. You reached between your legs and brought more of yourself, eyes soft yet glazed with lust as you smeared yourself all over his length.Â
âAsk me for it.âÂ
âPlease,â you whined.Â
âPlease, what?âÂ
âP-please fuck my face. Sir.âÂ
He returned his cock to your cheek, your wetness lubricating your face. Hand cradling his cock, he began to thrust. It wasnt much different from fucking his own fist. It was just skin. Not the tight velvety wetness of a pussy or a throat that would gag with his thickness. But your face was softer than his gun callused hands. Even better was your pretty face, looking up at him so adoringly⌠So full of desire.Â
He didnât have to let his imagination do the trick now. Not when you were right in front of him, lending yourself for his use. And no imagination, no memory did justice to you. Your body. Scarred, but beautiful. Tits that filled his large hands, clean and styled hair, a belly that showed you were well fed. He wanted to lay you out on his bed and consume you. Take your tits in his mouth, grab handfuls of your ass, spread your cunt lips and lodge himself inside you. Give it to you hard so your thigh jiggled and you felt them ache as they rubbed against each other when you walked around in your pretty little dresses.Â
But as depraved as he was, he knew he shouldnât be the first to take you. Heâd have you just this once. Store your image in his head to get off with for as long as his dick worked. You acted all brave, but he couldnât shake off that you were still inexperienced. The first time was meant to be good. The world was no longer normal, but you could have normality within the insular walls of Jackson.Â
Even this was wrong. Using you like this instead of making sweet love to you. But he hadnât been that man in a long time. He was selfish and cruel. If there was no town, no community where everyone knew everyone and you still threw yourself at him, he wouldâve taken you in all your holes with no hesitation. Ruined you, kept you until your body wasnât of use and tossed you aside. But being in this semi-normal place had gotten its claws into him. Softened him up.
He grew closer to the edge embarrassingly quickly, the haze of carnal pleasure beginning to muffle the voices screaming in his head to let you go. He only barely noticed that you were touching yourself. Enjoying this treatment of you. That spurred him on. There was no stopping now.Â
You let out soft moans, your eyes never once leaving him. He struggled to get himself to focus. To check for any signs you didnât want this. But all he saw was you on the precipice of pleasure. The world disappeared. His house, Jackson, the darkness that lay beyond. It was all him now. He felt lighter, like he would float out through the window and everything heâd ever been through would disappear. Every ounce of goodness quietened down, the last shreds of his morality discarded with your dress. He grunted and moaned your name as he kept fucking you. Your features morphed into nothingness. No longer a face, no longer a human woman. All he knew was the ache in his body, the tightness that begged to be released.Â
He slapped a hand against the wall as his thighs stiffened and every muscle in the vicinity of his cock tightened. He took himself back in his hand and stroked himself over your face. Once, twice, and thrâ mid stroke, he growled and spilled on your face, coating your innocent features in sticky white cum. You flinched as the first stream hit, screwing your eyes shut. He wanted to make you look, see how he could defile you, show you that he wasnât for you. Force you to confront what youâd allowed into your life so youâd run and never look back.Â
But all he could do was keep stroking as he came down from his high. It was unlike anything heâd had in the recent past. Not his imagination, not just his hand. A real human woman who wasnât just a convenience. One who sought him out, stripped for him, and let him use her face like a toy.Â
He took a minute to collect his breath and let his senses return to him. His cock hung semi-hard outta his jeans, like it could go again if he willed it. Like it wasnât almost six decades old. But he wasnât too surprised. He could go again for the utterly debauched girl in front of him. Innocence eclipsed by milky white ropes of his cum. Without thinking twice, he grabbed your hair and pulled at it. You yelped, but let him pull you up from the ground and drag you to the other side of the room.Â
He stopped you in front of his mirror, and slapped your hand off your pussy before replacing it with his. âLook at yourself. I fucking told you,â he said, forcing two thick fingers inside your cunt. You sucked him in with little resistance, your cunt leaking enough for him to force a third finger inside you. You gasped and tried to wriggle away, but he wasnât having it. He was a fucking monster, but he would never leave a woman unsatisfied. Especially a young thing whoâd never had anyone else before.Â
He wrapped his free hand around your throat, his half hard cock begging him to go again when he felt the vibrations of your moans. âI warned you,â he whispered into your ear. âFuckinâ warned you. Told you how starved I was. And you still taunted me. Look at you now!âÂ
âPlease⌠Please, Joel! Sir, pleaseâŚâÂ
âFuckinâ slut. Maybe you ainât really a virgin.âÂ
âI am, I am, I promise. I waââ you cut yourself off with a gasp as he pressed his thumb on your clit.Â
âWhat was that?âÂ
You made some incoherent noises, too far gone to form words. Yet you managed to thrust onto his fingers and roll your hips like a real natural.Â
âJoelâŚâÂ
âI know, pretty girl⌠I know,â he cooed, the softness in his voice contradicting how heâd used you just minutes prior. Contradicting the cum on your pretty little face.Â
âYou gonna come for me? Give me another one after you came so sweetly on my fingers that day?âÂ
There were no answers from you. Not even an acknowledgement that you heard him. Just whines and moans as you let him support your entire weight. Your head lolled back on his shoulder and your eyes rolled back into your skull as he fucked you stupid with just his fingers. Oh the things he could do with his cock⌠Reach deeper, take the virginity youâd held on to for so long. If he ever had you, he would never let go. He was too selfish a man to willingly lose a girl so precious after taking her cunt.Â
You gripped him like a vice, so tight he couldn't pry his fingers out. Something that vaguely sounded like his name spilled from your lips as you crumpled in his arms. Your pussy pulsated around you as he held you against him, unwilling to remove himself from you so quickly.Â
He withdrew your panties from his pocketâ the fresh pair you took off in his fucking hallways like it was no big deal. He wiped your face with it the same way he cleaned up your cunt that day. Instead of tucking it in his pocket, he forced it into your hand.Â
âPut it on. Your fucking dress, too. Hope you learned you fucking lesson.â
As you put it on and scampered away naked into his hallways, he hoped it would be enough to scare you away. But he knew in his heart of hearts that he would always crave you like an addict craving a drink.
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⣠sypnosis. you had been in your first ever relationship with suguru for a couple months now. neither of you have taken your relationship to the next level; suguru was extremely patient and never brought the topic of sex up until you one day decide you were ready.
⣠note. first fic for my event :3 i spent way too much time on this fic so it turned out very detailed, long, romantic and fluffy. i hope you all enjoy and appreciate it teehee. this post contains smut, proceed at own risk ! wc: around 6.1k
⣠tags. soft dom!geto suguru x virgin!female reader. fluff + smut. slow burn. age gap (reader 20-ish, suguru around 29/30), little talks about insecurity, loss of virginity, breast play, edging, teasing, fingering, lots of praise, dirty talk, size difference!, p in v â unprotected (dont b like reader and use protection please), creampie, aftercare, suguruâs really romantic and just a softie for u, suguru being a good âdadâ to mimiko and nanako and teeny tiny bits of him secretly being a pervert.
never in a million years had suguru expected his girlfriend to be so upfront about such a big, personal decision. the thought of having you say those words had never crossed his mind.
âcan you repeat that for me, sweetheart?â
could you blame him for asking you to clarify the words youâve uttered? that man has seen you as an oblivious and innocent woman ever since the start of your relationship. of course, unbeknownst to him, your thoughts were anything but that.
you may be a virgin, but your mind was a place for the most lewd and nasty thoughts. itâs just that youâve been scared of being intimate with a manâitâs frightening, especially when having heard the many online stories about how badly it could hurt. some say that such descriptions were over exaggerating, however your inexperience still lead you to believe everything youâve read about the topic.
and then you started dating an older man named suguru. youâve met him by chance at a mall in kyoto and he was the first one who approached the other. you remember how suguru politely asked you for some advice regarding what type of presents he should get for âtwo teenage girlsâ. of course, you agreed to helping him out and thatâs how you two eventually ended up brainstorming about possible ideas in a cozy cafĂŠ.
once seated, chosen drinks in both your hands, you asked the man whether the gifts were meant for his daughters. somehow, thatâs the first connection the neurones in your brain had made once suguru told you about the two teenagers he was picking out presents for.
you remember it vividly; the sweet, gentle sound of the laughter that accounted as your answer, the eyes of the then stranger looking rather nostalgic as they stared into the liquid in his cup. suguru responded vaguely; âi guess you could say that, yes.â
that little âdateââif you could call it thatâended on a wholesome note. suguru thanked you for your time and made sure that you safely got into the train you needed to take home. he did want to offer you a car ride, however he kept that question to himself since he knew that no woman would voluntarily agree to be taken home by a stranger. even if suguru had the purest of intentions.
there were a couple more dates that followed after that one; all where you both gradually got to know each other better. youâve found out so much about suguruâthe details about his own life being both fascinating and sad at the same time. likewise, suguru had also learned much about you. he always shows great interest in what you tell him, even if itâs a minuscule detail. he remembers it all as wellâa feature which caused you to feel funny things in your stomach.
you realised you were catching feelings for that mysterious yet sweet and loving man; it was inevitable. the way he makes you giggle, his respectful and easygoing manner of speaking, the slight touches you two shared on accident.. all of it added to your little crush.
however, you didnât actually think suguru was falling for you too. you only met up for a few times, plus, you seem out of his leagueâboth due to your age gap and difference in the things youâre pursuing at the time. you were in college, trying to get your degree whilst he already had a job as a powerful leader of an organisation and was trying to achieve one of many goals with them.
thereâs not a chance heâd like you, right?
wrong. you were confessed to a couple weeks after your first meeting and have been in a relationship for over 4 months now. it still felt like a dream; having your first boyfriend be such a gentleman. it truly felt like you already met the love of your life whenever he was near.
suguruâs been nothing but sweet and caring to you, has never asked you to engage in any sexual activities nor even ever dared to touch you in places you havenât consented to. the furthest youâve gone in terms of intimacy in those four months, were make-out sessions. just some tongue action here and thereâadding sprinkles of neck kisses and hickeys.
there were times where you wanted to let things escalate, however you couldnât bring it upon yourself to ask your lover. suguru wasnât the person to decide your feelings for you eitherâif there was no verbal consent coming from your lips, heâs not going any further. even if he wanted to as well.
you were grateful that suguru was that willing to wait for you, no matter how long it might take. not only were you anxious of the possible pain the sex would bring, but it was partially due to the fact that your lover was much more experienced in that field.
what if you were lacking? what if it wasnât satisfactory enough for him and heâd eventually leave you for it? itâs obvious that suguru wasnât the type of man to actually do that, however you couldnât stop the many possibilities from running free in your brain.
your change of mind was rather spontaneous; it was today when you suddenly came up with your final decision. you were staying over at suguruâs, the sun was out and he was sitting on his balcony, reading a book whilst sipping on his coffee. what caught your eye was his bare back and the muscles which were on display to you.
suguru was shirtless and the seams of light were making his skin glistenâthe view making your own body hot and bothered. you bit your lip and approached your boyfriend from behind, wrapping your arms around his shoulders before kissing his neck. that skin-to-skin contact made you sure of your decision; you needed him. in more ways than one.
thatâs how you ended up saying what you said. the statement left suguru baffled since you uttered it in his ear out of the blue. he couldnât deny one thing however; the idea certainly did send a shiver of excitement down his spine.
âi said,â you repeat with a little mischievous grin, leaning in closer to your lover once he turned around to face you properlyâas if searching for any hints that your words were indeed not his imagination, âi wanna lose my virginity to you.â
it wasnât. you actually said itâthe words that would take your relationship a step further. although, suguru couldnât help but wonder where your sudden decision came from. his hands found their way to yours and he held onto them like they were two delicate flowers.
âiâm happy to hear that, though iâm curious,â your lover starts off carefully as he places chaste yet soft kisses on your palms, âwhy so sudden?â
you shrug nonchalantly like you didnât feel that twinge of nervousness in the back of your mind as you felt suguruâs lips on your skin. âit really was happening now, was it?ââthat kind of feeling was the cause of your subtle anxiousness.
âwell, ehhâ you just looked good.. sitting there.. i guess.â you mumble, voice trailing off in embarrassment whilst your eyes darted around the balcony in attempt to avoid suguruâs gaze. your flustered expression and adorable confession makes him laugh gently. it was not a mocking laugh at allâmore of an amused one;
âjust when i thought you couldnât get any cuter..â the long-haired man muses, the locks of his bangs grazing ever so slightly against your hands as he keeps holding them, âyou never fail to surprise me, do you know that?â
suguru had a way with words that made you weak in the knees. or maybe itâs simply because heâs shirtless and kissing your palms so romantically. you donât know which one it was.
âbut, love,â suguru continues carefully as he stands up, your eyes following his as he towers over you, âare you a hundred percent sure? i donât want to do anything you arenât comfââ
âyes.â your answer cut your boyfriend off and heâs left in shock once more. your eyes were filled with determination, yet the faint glint of nervousness in them didnât escape suguruâs sight. youâve given your verbal consent and are even the first one to suggest the ideaâ what more could he ask of you?
there hung a silence between you two, the breeze blowing through suguruâs dark locks making him look even more majestic than he already was. you had no doubt about it; today was going to be the day. it had to be.
âthen, if youâd let me have this,â his low voice sounded more sensual than it had ever been as his hand found its place on your cheek, fingertips rubbing against your ear, thumb softly pressing onto your skinâ
a slow and romantic kiss followed straight afterwards. it had caught you slightly off guard, even when knowing fully well that this was what you were longing for.
his lips moved in tandem against yours, the soft touch making you feel certain emotions that you hadnât even thought existed. this man whom you called your lover had never been unable to expose you to new sensations. and soon, heâll grant you another one. a much pleasurable one.
one arm circled your waist, the other held up, hand on the back of your head to deepen the passion-filled kiss you shared. his lips parted your lightly trembling ones, the tips of your tongues attentively rubbing against one another as if to test the waters; was it fine to go further? are we actually doing this?
you were. it was set in stone as your throat formed soft noises of satisfaction, shaky breaths being exchanged by the two lovers on the balconyânot one of you realising that the weather was changing in the background. the sun was setting, creating the perfect mood for the situation as you were still engrossed by each otherâs moves and touches.
it was only for the sake of catching your breath that you had pulled away. your cheeks felt hot, as did your entire body which was still pressed against suguruâsâchest to chest. the proximity was one you both had enjoyed many moments before, however this instant was unlike any other. you both knew as you stared at each other in silence, your quick breaths doing the talking instead.
âwill you let me..â the voice of which you have grown to adore spoke to you, the owner grasping your attention once more by holding onto your hand. suguruâs fingers smoothly slid across your skin until they found the puzzle they were meant to completeâthat being the gaps between your own fingers. once your hands were tightly intertwined, the man finishes his sentence;
âwill you let me love you?â
his face was still close to yours as he uttered those beautiful words to you, warm breath lightly fanning the thin strands of hair on your cheeks to the side, lips subconsciously trying to brush against yours once more. but, they could wait. they could wait until the agreement leaves your mouth.
âof course.â the answer escapes before you could even register it properly. this makes suguru smile against your lips as he captured them in another sweet kiss. he muttered a small âthank youâ and then swept your legs off the floorâstrong arms placed under your thighs to hold you up against his body whilst the hungry kisses continue.
suguru doesnât know how he got there; carrying you over to his bed, settling you down onto the soft mattress, his body caging yours underneath him, eyes fluttering over every detail of your exposed skin. he hadnât had you like this ever before; he hadnât had you in his bed for a reason as sinful as this, only ever for cuddles or sleep.
âyouâre beautiful.â the dark-haired man whispers as he carefully takes off the clothing covering your figureâthe gorgeous skin his hands still have yet to explore. suguru canât remember the last time he has treated anyone like this; like a treasure heâs had the honour to find and keep to himself. there hasnât been a single woman in his life that heâs cared for this muchâyouâre the only one capable of mellowing him and his heart.
âstunning,â another compliment; another breath spent to praise you. your loverâs fingers teased the edges of your bra, lips kissing down your collarbone and towards the centre of your chestâeach touch being done with precision. your bra became undone a second later and you let the straps fall of your arms, all the way until your breasts were fully revealed.
suguruâs breath hitches, mouth forming more saliva than in any previous instants, the liquid being pushed down his throat with a gulp. you didnât have the chance to feel conscious of yourself in a moment like this; the dim light of the bedside lamp shone on suguruâs face, his lips glistening with a mixture of your saliva whilst his gaze was lingering on the new sight in front of himâhe was utterly obsessed.
âmay i?â his hands were already reaching out for the plump flesh and they came in touch once you nodded shyly. his palms were warm as they kneaded your breasts and his fingers brushed against your nipples, which made you whimper from how sensitive they were now that someone else has finally touched them.
suguru took notice of your reaction and put pressure on both small buds once again, thumbs rubbing your areolas in circular motions, âthat good, princess?â
âmhmmâ y-yes,â you mutter through a moan. your body was pushed further onto the mattress as your lover put more of his weight on you, your entire chest area getting covered by licks and kisses, slow and deliberate ones that left you yearning for more. suguruâs eyes gazed up at yours for consent once his parted lips hovered just above your sensitive nipples, his breath on them alone making you squirm already.
with another nod, suguru wasted no time taking one nipple into his warm mouthâwetting it with his saliva as his tongue slid around the area. his long fingers squeezed, twisted and pulled on your other nipple to give you both stimulations at once.
âmm, so good.â his muffled voice caused goosebumps to appear on your skin. suguru slowly lets his lips travel across your tits, sucking on them, even kissing down the curves until he reaches your torso. he gives that area the same amount of love and attention whilst your fingers were tangled around his smooth, long hair. suguru clearly seemed to enjoy the sensations; he let out small moans and hums against your bare skin to indicate that you should continue playing and tugging at his locks.
his tongue abruptly came to a stop right above the waistline of your pantiesâthe barrier he was about to reach past for the first time. the hesitation was visible in his body language, however his fingers eventually tugged at the fabric, preparing to take it off.
your heart was beating out of your chest as you watched suguru slowly pull the last piece of cloth away. your thighs pressed together on instinct, stopping your panties from exposing your bare cunt.
âshould i stop?â suguru asks with a raised eyebrow, fingers pulling away from your underwear now that heâs seen you close your legs. you didnât want him to stopâitâs just the nerves that made your body move on its own command;
âpleaseâ no,â you shake your head, biting your lip as you swallowed your own saliva out of pure desire. you craved him now that itâs come this far, âneed you. need you so bad, suguru.â
those words caused suguruâs brain to shut down. any irrelevant thoughts were thrown out of the window; the only thing his mind was telling him to do, was to take care of your needs. your body was laid out on his bedâtrusting eyes looking up at his in anticipation, pretty hands grasping onto his sheets like itâd calm you down.
âiâm all yours, sweetheart.â suguru sighs, fingertips slightly shaking as he pulls your panties down to your ankles, eyes pausing on the revelation. to say that suguru was simply rendered speechless, was an understatement. that man was on the verge of letting loose of any self-control and just dive his face right between your thighs, eating you out like heâs fantasised of doing for a while now.
âfuck.â your boyfriend closed his eyes for a moment to collect himself before opening them to smile down at youâthe handsome smile that was one of the many reasons you fell in love with him, âiâll be careful. i promise.â
naturally, you nodded along. youâve built up enough trust between one another during the past few months to let yourself be vulnerable in front of him. the palm of his hands patted your thighs slightly before spreading them apart, once again showing your glistening folds, a slight wetness to them from your own arousal.
suguru couldnât help but lick his lips at the sight. heâd already have devoured your dripping cunt if it wasnât for his self-control. but, it was your first time. he couldnât rush into things just yet.
âthank you, baby.â the dark-haired man whispered under his breath. he was showing his gratitude for the sight you allowed him to seeâa sight only he had ever seen before. the only man to be able to witness the beauty before him. that fact alone made his eyes darken in lust ever so slightly.
his fingers carefully slid across your vulva, your bodily fluid coating the skin which makes him shiver and his fingers get bolder. the cute sounds that filled his ears were only making this even better for him.
the way your hips bucked up slightly into his touchâjust asking for suguru to take you right then and thereâwas driving him insane. every vein in his body felt like it could pop with how much he was restraining his own self from acting out of line. his finger easily slid into the little hole and suguru almost couldnât believe it; your pussy was clamping down on his finger, your insides tightly wrapped around him to the point that even he wouldnât know if his dick would fit in.
âhnnngh, suguru, pleaseâ wanâ your cock already,â that dirty sounding sentence was one he didnât expect to hear from a virgin. it made him shake his head with a small, delighted chuckle; you really never failed to surprise him.
âi know you do,â suguru purrs, pressing kisses against the curves of your tits whilst another finger of his joined to stretch your pussy out properly, âbut i need to prep you enough if you wanna take my cock. can you be patient for me, sweetheart?â
âmâkay. gonna try..â his fingers pumped in and out of you, the feeling of them curling up deep inside you made your walls squeeze against them. youâve played with yourself before, of course, however it was then that you discovered that nothing could ever compare to the real thing: suguruâs long and slightly girthy fingers.
just when you thought that it couldnât get any better, you felt a third fingerânot inside you--but on your clit, rubbing the small bundle of nerves like you couldâve never done to yourself. suguru was so precise and exact with his actions which showed his experience. thatâs another reason of why youâve put all your trust in him. getting your virginity taken by a sweet, older and experienced man was probably ten times better than losing it to any guy your age, who were probably only out for sex.
suguru was there to make love to you.
your back arched once you felt suguruâs fingers increase their pace, the wet and squelchy sounds echoing through the room as they got louder the more your pussy got played with, his thumb almost overstimulating your clit to the point of release alreadyâthatâs how superb your loverâs hand movements were.
âno, no. canât have you cum on my fingers like that.â you whine once you felt suguru take his fingers back the same moment you were about to reach your first orgasm by someone elseâs hands. the older man smirks at this and kisses you on the lips, pulling away slowly with your bottom lip between his teeth, letting it lightly flop back into place as he lets go; âi wanna have you cum together with me, okay?â
you couldnât refuse such a romantic request, thus you nod. suguru smiles back at you once more before his hands move to take off his sweatpants, tossing the piece of clothing to the side. your eyes widened as you were propped on your elbows, gaze lingering on the massive bulge formed at the crotch area, his boxers not hiding much of the shape.
once the underwear was off as wellâthatâs when you realised that your underlying anxiousness was not for nothing. suguruâs cock sprung free, it was slightly curved near his pink tip, drops of pre-cum flowing down the length. you havenât ever seen a dick in real life, only ever on the internet, so this had left you stunned. you didnât know what the average size was for a man, but thereâs one thing you knew for sure: suguru was definitely way above the average size.
âcat got your tongue, princess?â he teased, his hand absentmindedly pumping his cock to the sight of your naked body underneath him. suguru didnât even know that he started doing that in front of you; it was out of pure instinct. he couldnât hide the excitement in his body, his shaft twitching in his hand as if it desperately wanted to feel your tight cunt around it.
âuhm, s-suguru..â you stammer a bit, biting your lip as your eyes followed his hand motions which got faster once your sweet voice called out to him. something about you looking a tad bit intimidated by his size made him want to destroy your insides to mushâhave you beg him to fuck you as he bullies his whole length into your poor, small cunt.
âi know, i know..â suguru reassures you, free hand giving you a few consoling head pats, âiâll try to make it as less painful as possible, okay?â
you hum and watch how your lover settles between your legs, spreading them enough to kneel before you, upper body bending forward to place soft pecks on your forehead; he was encouraging and preparing you more in his own way.
your arms instantly wrapped around his back, sweaty palms set underneath his shoulder bladesâyou took a deep breath and closed your eyes, just waiting on that moment. that feeling youâve been craving, yet also have been avoiding.
you waited for a bit, however the only sounds heard and sensations felt were the slight dent in the mattress near one side of your body, the bed creaking faintly. suguru was leaning on side of his body, one arm stretched out to open a drawer, apparently searching for a condom.
once you realised what he was doing, you shook your head and tapped his back twice to regain suguruâs attention. his gaze immediately flickered over to yours and his head tilted to the side in curiosity; âi want the full experienceâno condom, please.â
his eyes widened at the request. you seemed to be dead serious, eyes glinting determinedly, lips forming a little poutâ it was impossible to refuse you, although suguru knew that he had to play the role of the older, more wise and experienced lover in the back of his mind.
he parted his lips to list off the reasons why you should let him use a condom, yet the words died on his tongue. you were impossible to say ânoâ to. not when youâre looking up at him with those pretty eyes.
âwhatever princess wants, princess gets.â
suguru prodded your entrance with the fat head of his cock, circling the hole and wetting it more by using a mixture of his pre-cum and your own arousal. you took another deep breath and tried your best to hold tightly onto your boyfriend, arms wrapped tightly around his back with your face nuzzled in the crook of his neckâbracing for impact.
âtell me if it hurts too much,â suguru whispers in your ear, leaving one last kiss on your temples before pushing his hips forward, folds stretching out and apart to allow his cock through and into your pussy.
did it hurt like you expected? yes. it most certainly did. maybe even worse than you were prepared for.
âfuckâ nhhh, fuckfuckfuck!â you hiss whilst your nails dig into the skin of suguruâs back, probably leaving red marks because of how much youâre clinging onto himâlike your life depened on it. thatâs quite literally what it felt like to you; body being forced to part and make way for suguru inside you, pussy feeling like it was burning by how big of a stretch it was to fit him inâif he actually would be able to push all of his inches into your tight hole.
âsshh, shh, itâs okay, try to relax for me, yeah?â your lover comforts you the best he could, stilling his movements for a couple seconds before gently slipping his cock further into you. it pained him to see the discomfort written over your face, however you hadnât made any clear signs of wanting this to come to a halt. in fact, you were encouraging him to continue whenever he stopped at any indication of hurt.
âi can take it.. p-promise,â you manage to moan out. suguru breathed in deeply at your words and nodded, kissing your lips in hopes to distract you from any pain youâre feeling, âyouâre too good to me, sweetheart. really.â
both of you exhaled deeply as suguru finally bottomed out, a long minute of reassurance and pushing now behind your back. your eyes had watered up a little, chest heaving as you tried to accommodate to the new feeling inside of you.
âtake your time.â suguru utters gently, voice sultry and sweet whenever its directed at you. his lips graze against your cheeks, smothering the area with pecks to take your mind off anything else. the locks of black hair tickle your chin and nose, the hairtie that usually kept a good chunk of his hair in a bun now out of sight.
suguru hadnât taken anyoneâs virginity before and thatâs what also made this opportunity special to him. he didnât know how to thank you with words, so he showed his gratitude throughout his actions; lips kissing your shiny tears away, moving across your face to your forehead and eventually to your own round lips which had formed a cute pout.
you could feel suguru smile against your mouth, his tongue gently tracing the outline of your lips whilst mumbling words of affection and praise; âyouâre taking it so well, baby. such a good girl for meâ love you so much.â
you giggled lightly at your loverâs appreciative remarks, focusing on returning the kiss instead of the tingling feeling in your lower body. you pulled away after a bit and looked up at him with nothing but pure adoration; âi love you too, suguru.â
if suguru had the ability to freeze time, heâd want to do it during this moment, just to relive this bit over and over. heâs sure that this exact instant will be engraved into his memory for the many years to come.
and once youâve given him the green light to move, he did it with caution, slowly but surely. his hips moved back and then forwards, girthy cock dragging along your walls at a leisurely pace, but just enough to make your pain transform into pleasure.
suguruâs big hands were placed on your hips, sometimes theyâd leave their position to cup your chin and make you face him. he doesnât want you to look away from his eyes; heâll think you donât like this if you do. besides, the thing he loves most about being in the missionary position, is that heâs able to hear how good heâs making you feel whilst looking into your eyes to see your face scrunch up in satisfaction. itâs so romantic and perfect. just like you.
âmy little princess is so pretty.â suguru sighs in content and kisses your tears away, thrusting into your tight cunt in a comfortable paceânot too fast but not too slow, âthe way you take my cock and still manage to look beautiful while doing itâ youâre incredible.â
if the physical pleasure wasnât enough, his added commentary would certainly be. you moan and whimper phrases that sound like his name over and over again; you didnât know what else to say as your mind was foggy with the amazing sensations your body was experiencing for the first time. that was fine with suguru since all he wants was to see you enjoy yourselfâthis moment was for you. everything he did was for youâevery thrust, every kiss, every touch.
ânhhg, too good, so good!â you mewl and leave more scratch marks across suguruâs back, ones which he didnât mind at all. it only served as further proof of this special moment. the tip of his cock kissed the deepest parts of your insides, puffy folds parted widely to make room for more of his length until it felt like he actually was balls deep.
âmhmâyouâre, haah, tight..â the once calm and collected man seemed to let loose of himself the more he felt your cunt swallow him all the way, gripping onto his dick as if you didnât want to ever let go. suguru grunts and moves down to leave a couple hickeys across your neck, hips non-stop pushing against yours, âdonât think i can last longâfuck, yeahâyou feel amazing, baby.â
your eyes roll back as the pleasure seems to build up in your stomach as well. it felt like a coil that threatened to snap at any moment and itâd release another immense wave of pleasure upon breaking. your body was on fire, sweaty and hot, just like suguruâs.
âcan you cum with me, princess? can you wait and hold on for me?â he asks, and the questions sound impossible, however you could at least try your best to fulfil his desires. youâd also want nothing more than to reach your peak together with the man you loved.
âokayâmmhhâtogether.â you nod and your body tenses up, legs subconsciously moving to wrap around suguruâs waist, heels of your feet simultaneously tapping against his lower back along with his hip movements. you didnât know how much longer you could hold out for as your breathing patterns changes, whiney gasps and choked up moans escaping the back of your throat as your clit bumps against his pelvis over and over.
âalmost, almostââ suguru curses through gritted teeth, his jaw clenching while yours did the opposite. your body rocked back and forth and the bed felt like it was shaking along as well. you could tell by the way suguruâs hips rolled against yours that he was closeâhis eyebrows were furrowed, eyes half-lidded but not closed to still hold contact with yours and his hands clutched onto your waist. all indications of his nearing climax.
âmnph, gonna cumâ shit, shit, shit, iâm gonna cumââ suguru swears under his breath a couple times more before snapping back into reality at the last few seconds. he realised once again that he didnât have a condom on, so his first rational thought was to pull out and finish himself outside of your body.
you were also nearing your own orgasm, not thinking rationally due to the intensity of the moment, any other thoughts except for the man on top of you were thrown out of the window. you felt suguru try to pull his twitching and throbbing cock out before it could spurt its cum inside of your dripping cunt.
you whined and shook your head, pulling suguru in for a deep kiss while tightening the grasp your legs had around his hips; âw-want to feel you cum in meâ want you to fill me up while i finish too.â
suguruâs breath caught in his throat, almost choking on his own saliva from your bold requests. his only rational thought instantly vanished from his mind, now all thatâs left was pure love, pleasure and desire. the mental image of his cum spilling and filling your pussy to the brim drove him to the edge.
âall yours, iâm going to give it all to you, princess, yeah? fuck !â both of you relinquished in the feeling of bliss, the warmth and build up reaching its designated endingâ the expected waves of pleasure washing over you both. series of soft moans, whimpers and groans filled the room as your pussy was flooded with lots of hot cum.
it was like suguru hadnât came in yearsâthatâs how incredible that orgasm was experienced by the dark-haired male. the same thing goes for you; your legs were shaking, hips squirming up in aftershocks as you squeezed down on suguruâs cock, quite literally milking him dry of every drop.
ânhh, haahâ suguru, love,â your tired and powerless whispers caught his attention immediately. your trembling hand held onto his cheek in attempt to make him look at you. suguruâs fingers curled around your wrist, turning your hand away from his face and to the side so heâll have access to your palm. his lips left a ticklish trail of pecks on them until his mouth found its home: your lips.
the two of you exchanged deep, exhausted breaths, your boyfriend eventually pulling out and rolling onto his side to cradle you into his armsâhand placed on the back of your head to rest your body against his chest. the following seconds were spent cuddling as you tried to regain composure.
âyou were amazing.â suguru sighs, chin resting on top of your head whilst his hand rubbed your bare back in comfort, âare you okay, sweetheart? nothing feeling off or anything of that sorts?â
you shake your head and snuggle up against your lover, content with how things are right now. the afterglow of your little sessionâof your first time, made you happier than ever. you couldnât believe itâd feel this good. maybe itâs due to the one youâve lost your virginity to.
âiâm okay.â you mumble and lift your head up to look suguru in the eyes, faces only inches away from each other. there were no words in the dictionary that could describe how you two felt. the closest word to explain it would be flawless.
âiâm glad, baby. thank you for trusting me.â suguru flashes you a small smile and strokes your head. you stay like that, bodies intertwined in a deep and comfortable hug, whispers of sweet nothings filling your ears and subtle gestures of love making you feel secure.
a couple minutes later and suguru noticed how you started to doze off. he chuckled to himself before pulling away from your hug and standing up, only to have you pout and complain about the loss of warmth.
âiâm just going to clean you up, love.â the soft-spoken man utters to you, laughing quietly at the adorable state you were in at the moment. you were so dependent on him.
âshould i prepare us a warm, relaxing bubble bath as well?â he asks, squatting down near the edge of his bed and taking your hands in his, maintaining eye contact as per usual.
âthatâd be nice.â you nod and feel your eyelids close slowly, âcanât promise i wonât fall asleep, though.â
suguru lets out a soft exhale through his nose, corner of his lips curling upwards at your little comment. he couldnât believe he ended up dating such an unbelievably wonderful girl. itâs a blessing in his life of curses.
âiâll make sure to at least clean you up if you do fall asleep, donât worry. youâre safe with me.â
you were sure he was an angel sent down from heaven. it was more than clear to youâeven if it may not be to many others out there.
âthank you, suguru.â you murmur as your body relaxes into the soft mattress, âi love you.â
âi love you too. more than you could imagine.â
#ࡠ: choose your fate.#jjk smut#jjk x reader#geto smut#geto x reader#jjk x you#geto x you#getou suguru x reader#jjk fic
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may i ask for a colorblind reader with the housewardens? how did they find out? what did they think?
Dormleaders + Jamil x Colorblind reader
Thank you for the request <3 I hope you like it! I added Jamil, (and Grim because I miss my kitty)
Riddle:
Itâs during a Heartslabyul painting session when Riddle first notices something odd. âWhy is that rose blue? The Queen of Hearts distinctly says red!â he scolds, eyebrows twitching. You tilt your head, confused, âUh, Riddle, that is redâŚâ
Cue Riddle's brain short-circuiting for a moment. After a quick, awkward silence, he pieces it together. âWait⌠are you colorblind?â His face flushes as he suddenly feels guilty for yelling.
After that, he takes his rules just as seriously, but with an added note of gentleness when it comes to you. He even gives lectures on colorsâbut now with carefully labeled markers.
Leona:
Leona doesn't catch on right away. Youâre sitting together one afternoon when you say, âI really like that purple cushion.â Leona, half-asleep, cracks an eye open, glances at the 'green' cushion, and raises an eyebrow. âThatâs not purple.â
You shrug. âLooks purple to me.â It takes him a second to process, but when he does, he snickers. âYou canât tell colors apart, can you?â You scowl, âDonât laugh!â He stretches out lazily and pats your head.
âGuess Iâll be your eyes for colors now, huh? Lucky for you, Iâm generous like that.â His teasing never quite stops, but itâs always accompanied by a hint of warmth.
When you're shopping or something, heâll casually point out the colors youâre unsure of, pretending itâs no big deal.
Azul:
Azul figures it out when you mislabel the colors of several Mostro Lounge drinks. âThey asked for a blue drink special, and you gave them⌠green,â he says, rubbing his temples in exasperation. âBlue, greenâwhatâs the difference?â you quip back.
He freezes for a moment before he gasps dramatically. âYouâre colorblind?â His immediate reaction is to offer you a deal, of courseâ"Would you like a special pair of enchanted glasses for a modest fee?â But once you decline his contracts, he starts subtly helping you behind the scenes.
If he sees you hesitating between colors, heâll casually say, âThis one complements you better,â acting like itâs a mere suggestionâbut really, itâs Azul being helpful in his own way.
Kalim:
Kalim finds out when you tell him his outfit looks great today⌠even though heâs wearing the most blindingly mismatched colors possible. âYou really like it?â Kalim beams, bouncing on his toes. You nod enthusiastically. âYeah, the pink and green look awesome together!â
Jamil, standing in the background, pinches the bridge of his nose while Kalim laughs. âI didnât know you were colorblind!â Kalim exclaims, completely thrilled.
From that day on, he asks about how you see colors all the time, fascinated by the idea. Kalim often picks out colors for you, but with his unique sense of fashion, youâre not sure if it actually helps.
âDonât worry,â heâll say, âWeâll be the most colorful people around!â
Jamil:
Jamil, ever observant, figures it out when you help him with cooking. You pass him the âredâ spice, and he just stares at the yellow jar in your hand for a long moment. âThatâs⌠not red.â
His eyes narrow as the realization dawns. âOh, I see now.â
From then on, he never explicitly mentions it, but he quietly organizes everything by labeling colors in the kitchen and keeping your clothing outfits coordinated whenever Kalim gets a little too enthusiastic with patterns.
When you thank him, he just shrugs. âItâs easier this way,â he says, but thereâs a tiny smile hiding at the corners of his mouth.
Vil:
Youâre getting ready for a formal event, and Vil is helping you choose an outfit. You confidently put on a green tie with a blue suit, thinking they match perfectly.
Vilâs horrified gasp echoes through the room. âAbsolutely not! Darling, that tie and suit clash horrendously.â Youâre confused, pointing at the tie, âBut⌠isnât it blue?â
Vilâs face softens, and he places his hands on your shoulders. âOh, darling, youâre colorblind?â He lets out an exaggerated sigh, but thereâs affection in his eyes. âLeave everything to me.â
From that moment on, he takes it upon himself to make sure youâre always dressed to perfection, never missing an opportunity to gently roast you while handing you the proper outfit. âYouâll thank me when you donât look like a rainbow disaster.â
Idia: The Awkward Supporter
Idia finds out during a gaming session when you misidentify the red team as blue. âWait, what do you mean theyâre blue? Theyâre definitely red,â he mutters under his breath before suddenly pausing and looking over at you through his screen. ââŚWait, youâre colorblind?â
When you confirm it, he gives a little chuckle. âHeh, thatâs kinda⌠cool, I guess? Like, youâre playing in hard mode or something.â Afterward, Idia makes a bunch of jokes about your âcolorblind powers,â but itâs his way of helping you feel at ease.
Sometimes heâll even hack the game settings to make colors easier for you. âDonât worry,â he mumbles, âIâve got you covered.â
Malleus: The Curious Protector
Malleus notices when you incorrectly comment on a sunsetâs âbeautiful purple sky.â He tilts his head in confusion, looking at the undeniably orange horizon. âPurple?â You nod enthusiastically, and thatâs when he realizes.
âAh, you must be colorblind.â Malleus is intrigued by your condition, finding it fascinating and charming in equal measure. âDo not fret,â he says one day, after you tell him about a color-mixup, âI will make sure you are never at a disadvantage.â
His magic subtly aids you in little waysâenchanting objects with runes that glow different shades you can differentiate.
When you ask if thatâs necessary, he only smiles mysteriously. âItâs simply one of the many ways I will ensure you are always comfortable in my presence.â
Grim:
Grim finds out one day while the two of you are drawing up plans for your next big adventure. You ask for the "red crayon," and Grim, the almighty genius, hands you the purple one.
âHey, whyâd you give me purple? I said red.â Grim stops and looks at you like you just grew a second head. âThat is red, henchman!â You two proceed to bicker back and forth until Grim finally realizes whatâs going on.
âWait a minute, you canât see colors properly? Thatâs why youâre so bad at picking out tuna cans! No wonder!â
After that, he insists on âhelpingâ you with colors, though it often devolves into him loudly declaring his superior knowledge.
"Lucky for you, you have the Great Grim around to keep you from looking like a mess!"
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#twst x reader#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twst#riddle x reader#azul x reader#leona x reader#kalim x reader#jamil x reader#malleus x reader#vil x reader#idia x reader#riddle rosehearts x reader#leona kingscholar x reader#azul ashengrotto x reader#vil schoenheit x reader#kalim al asim x reader#jamil viper x reader#idia shroud x reader#malleus draconia x reader
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how tartaglia reacts when you're drunk and don't recognize him
tartaglia x gn!reader
sfw, drunk reader, angst, some fluff, reader has been hurt in prev relationships
A/N: i don't usually post stuff like this hehe, idk what changed my mind to!! hope you enjoyđ¤
You had told him if you didn't come home before 2, he should probably come pick you up.
"Hey, you're here!" Hu Tao beams at Tartaglia.
"Thanks for watching them," he grins and gestures to you sitting at the counter.
"Yeah, dude, of course."
Tartaglia stares at you for a little while. He still can't get over how pretty you are, the curve of your nose, the ways your eyes kiss in the corners. Your hair looks surprisingly neat for someone who's drunk. Your expression is distant, finger trailing along the edge of the glass. You seem to be drinking vodka? He thought you didn't like vodka.
Sliding an arm around your shoulders, he leans to whisper in your ear, "Hey, pretty, you ready to go?"
You leap back into the present.
Looking puzzled, you push his arm off of you, saying, "Please don't call me that."
He blinks, a ghost of a smile still on his face. "Haha... what?"
Their faces mirror each other in confusion.
"I'm not going home with you, I have a boyfriend," you say, turning back to the half filled glass.
It clicks in Tartgalia's head, and a teasing grin forms. "A boyfriend, huh? Can I fight him for you?"
"You'd lose," you reply flatly, deadpan.
Dropping himself into the seat next to you and propping up his cheek, he says, "Tell me about this boyfriend of yours."
He watches his lover's expression brighten, like you forgot the entire exchange that just happened.
"Oh, he's the sweetest," you gush immediately. "And he makes me laugh so much, and he's so lively and good with people, but he's so hardworking and stubborn and, ugh, he's so beautiful. How is it possible to be so beautiful?"
His heart is about to explode all over Hu Tao's kitchen counter. His mind can't believe it, he's the reason your face is a beautiful, dreamy, rambling mess.
And you're not done. "I don't deserve him," you say, "I wish I could do something for him, but he always says I don't have to."
Because you don't have to, my dove, Tartaglia thinks. You're doing more than enough already.
Your expression suddenly snaps. "Shit. I'm a terrible person. I need to go home."
Tartaglia snaps out of his own trance in alarm. "Why?"
"He's at home now, and I'm out here getting wasted." You rub your face and search for your bag and phone.
"Woah, hey, you're drunk," he holds you by the shoulders, "I'm taking you home."
"Just because you're literally gorgeous doesn't mean you get to touch and take home random people!" You smack his hands off of you, again. Tartaglia's not sure if he should cry or laugh.
You cover your mouth in surprise at your own words. "Holy fuck, I'm a terrible person," you whisper. "Am I allowed to call someone who isn't my boyfriend gorgeous?"
He's convinced alcohol makes your brain overthink twice as fast as it usually does.
He also thinks it's a dumb question. Have I given them the impression they can't speak their mind?
He thinks it's okay. "Of course you are," he tells you instead, frowning. "He's not a good boyfriend if you have to be allowed to do something."
"No, he's a great boyfriend!" you say instantly. "I just-" You cut yourself off with a sigh and chew on your fingernail. There's a loud thumping in his heart as he waits for you to continue.
"I never know about these things," you say finally. "I feel like he never really tells me how he truly feels. I don't know if there's something I do that actually bothers him. And I'm..." You rub your nose bridge. "I'm scared to ask."
Tartaglia is quiet for a long moment. What he has cleverly deduced from this is that his lover is scared of him. All pride he'd felt earlier from making you swoon is now replaced by a sick feeling of self hatred.
"Maybe there's just nothing you do that really bothers him," he suggests softly, trying to lighten the mood.
Your expression turns glum. Fuck, was that the wrong thing to say? He mentally kicks himself.
"That can't be right," you sigh. "When I have nightmares, he always wakes up to comfort me. I'm pretty sure that pisses him off. And he always says it's okay too, but-" you blink rapidly, like blinking away tears. Tag winces.
"But then he... he takes longer in the shower, adds more caffeine to his coffee. And- and he'll eat less of the breakfast I make him."
"Oh," he says smartly, running out of things to say. He should've paid more attention to the little things, knowing that of course you would.
You shake your head and squeeze your slightly glassy eyes shut. After mumbling to yourself, "stop oversharing to strangers" twice, you put the cork back in the vodka bottle and set your glass in Hu's sink after pouring it down the drain.
"Anyway," you turn to him when you're done, "goodnight, I guess. Thanks for listening?"
"I'll walk you home," he offers again, softly.
You hesitate. Of course you hesitate.
"You're drunk," he reminds you. "I'm sure your boyfriend won't mind as long as you get home safe."
You give in. You let him put his coat around your shoulders, but you don't put your hands through the sleeves.
Halfway home, you just stop walking.
"Love?" Tag tilts his head at you. "Darling, what's wrong?"
You blink a few times. "Tartaglia?"
He grins. "Yes, hi. You recognize me now?"
You blink again. Then a smile starts to spread, and you forget the reason for your daze. You put your arms into the sleeves of his coat. "Yes," you say sheepishly. "Hey, you."
A hand is held out for him to hold.
Their talk can wait for next morning.
sorry if tartaglia is a little ooc! thank you for reading 𫶠might post a part two where he comforts you about it?
#tartaglia x reader#tartaglia x y/n#tartaglia x you#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#genshin x you#childe x reader#childe x you#tartaglia#genshin angst#x reader
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hii dollface, would u write smtg abt hotch being jealous?
like he's trying to hide it from making the team notices when he saw some officer flirting with r?
no pressure in writing, lovey. change it however u want or ignore it if u dont feel like writing it (i completely understands u đ¤)
my love this has lived in my brain so relentlessly <3 i hope you love it!!!! thank you for requesting!! wc: 1.7k
It is incredibly easy to like her.
Sheâs charismatic in a way thatâs almost universally appealing, and heâs memorized the shape of her wide grin. She smiles with her whole face, and Aaron hasnât really spent too much time trying to make people smile. Heâs had success in some ways, but when she smiles at him thereâs something in his chest that burns in achingly lovely way.Â
At first, he had assumed her kindness was a way to win him over. In her first week, she had noticed there was a rip in his tie (which heâs not sure how could even happen) and sheâd whipped out a pocket sewing kit, repairing it.Â
He tries not to think about the fact that sheâs beautiful. She is, though, in spirit and in appearance. Heâs an expert in controlled presentation, but to some extent she must know thatâs heâs fond of her.Â
When theyâd first met (which he can still picture in his mindsâ eye- her oversized sweater tucked into her tailored pants, the purple lipstick adorning her beautiful smile) heâd tried to keep his distance. Itâs easy to romanticize her, and being her friend felt a little impossible when seeing her as more felt so inevitable.
This plan did not go well, and Aaron had officially tossed it when one day, the babysitter for Jack fell through when he was halfway around the world. Sheâd picked him up from school and tended to him, and Aaron had come home to a blanket fort on his kitchen floor, and a happy little boy who wanted her to come over every day.Â
So it's a little hard to ignore how much he adores her.Â
She doesnât normally want to come out to the scene and they usually donât require it, but theyâre going out to a place she spent most of her twenties, and she knew people in the local PD, so Aaron had asked her to come.Â
Sheâd done so without complaint, although he knows she doesnât sleep well on the jet. No one knows where the nicer pillows and blankets came from, and Aaron would prefer it that way.Â
Anyway.Â
The bullpen of this department is chaotic and a certain caretaking is living at the edge of Aaronâs consciousness, a protective desire to keep her from the loudness and violence that sheâs typically protected from.Â
Heâs still thinking this, when he hears her voice over the chaotic hum of the department.Â
âOh my god, Logan!â
Her voice is joyful, and when Aaron turns to see who sheâs looking at, itâs an agent. He can tell that heâs not a police officer for many reasons- the fact that heâs got a long, shaggy haircut and a 5 o clock shadow and a leather jacket on his shoulders. The local police would be too strict, and he must be some kind of different authority to be allowed to be here.
He hears the stranger call her name back, and they hug.Â
Itâs a quick thing, but imbued with deep fondness. Aaronâs not sure heâs ever hugged her for more than a second- just a congratulations when his commendation came in. Sheâd smelled like roses.Â
Now, sheâs hugging Logan.Â
âHotch,â she says, a smile still in her voice, âThis is Logan! We went to graduate school together. Heâs brilliant, I canât believe heâs down here.â
Her voice is seeped in admiration, and Aaron feels an ugly amount of what can only be described as jealousy.Â
âGreat to meet you. Youâre the unit chief, yeah?â
âSSA Aaron Hotchner,â he offers the man a curt nod, âHave you met the team?â
He goes through the motions of introducing him to the team- he greets Reid with a warm smile and tells him that heâs read his papers. Logan compliments Emilyâs shirt, and Morganâs watch.Â
Heâs incredibly charismatic.
Is Aaron charismatic? He doesnât think so. His team, who probably adore him as much as anyone could, still note that he can be harsh, prickly. He never smiles, he knows. He lacks expressiveness. Logan is all fluid movement and easy conversation, and when he takes the jacket off, Aaron sees a great deal of tattoos on his forearm, his sweater sleeves slid up.Â
Heâd smile for her.Â
What should be a good thing, but hurts- Logan is an excellent consultant profiler. Heâs thoughtful and helpful and she has an easy rapport with him. Aaron- heâs so bad at talking to women.Â
She makes Aaron feel like heâs good at it though. When they drive together, the conversation is easy and feels nice. Itâs like sunbathing, basking in the light of her attention and intention.Â
With the help of the man that Aaron has decided he hates, the case is finished up quickly.Â
He canât shake the thought theyâve probably dated. Itâs not his business- this crush, although this word feels inadequate for the intensity of the way she makes him feel. Itâs a private thing heâs never going to act on- heâs older and her superior, and besides- 9 stab wounds and a lifetime worth of issues is a million times less appealing than someone like Logan. Young, exuberant probably not too afraid to ask for what he wants.
âDrink tonight?â Logan asks the team, and a chorus of yesâs and pleaseâs echo through the emptying bullpen.Â
âRaincheck,â she says to Logan, âIâll see you next time Iâm in town, yeah?â She beams at him, hugging him in a quick-but-too-long-for-Aaronâs-taste motion, and the string in Aaronâs chest that feels like itâs been pulled all week threatens to pull him under.
After everyone files out, she offers to help him fill out paperwork in his office. Itâs just like her, so kind and sweet. Spending her free time filling out reports to make his workload go easier.
About a half hour of amenable silence passes, before Aaron chooses to speak.
âSo, you and Logan.â
âHeâs great, right?â
Regrettably, Aaron agrees.
âHe seems very kind.â
âYeah, he and his fiancee are really fun. They travel all over, kite-board and do tons of adventure stuff, heâs pretty awesome.â
A moment passes.
Itâs like a balloon losing air, the feeling of relief taking the place of panic.
âI thought you two were romantically involved.â He doesnât know how to verbalize things casually. If he lets it up, he might do something dangerous like tell her that he wants to be someone who romances her, wants to be the person who kisses her after dates and holds an umbrella over her head when sheâs caught in the rain. He wants to be what she comes homes to, and itâs a confession living in the back of his throat, threatening to escape at every moment.Â
She sucks in a harsh breath, and he wonders if itâs a misstep to have told her- itâs not a confession, really. It sounds like one though- why would he care? What makes it his business?
âNot that thatâs relevant to me,â he stammers, âYouâre free to engage with whoever youâd like-â
âI know, Hotch.â She doesnât grace him with his first name, but her voice is fond and warm, her doe eyes meeting his. He likes it, he decides.Â
âIâm not seeing him,â she continues, her body shifting to face him, âI think heâs a littleâŚcasual for me.â
He thinks of Loganâs leather jacket and unshaven face, rugged appearance and compares it to how he presents himself- clean cut and sharp lines, his suits tailed to fit him like a glove.Â
âYou prefer something a little moreâŚdignified?â He hears himself say with more confidence then he feels- her implication is clear, but he wonders if heâs mishearing it.Â
She tips her head back and he hears her lovely laugh ring through the air like something sacred, and he waits to hear her response.Â
âI donât know, I just know that Iâve been liking this guy for a while,â she muses, looking down at her fingernails, âBut he hasnât seemed to pick up on any of my hints.â
On one of his braver days, heâd told her that he liked that purple lipstick. He hasnât seen her without it since. Sheâd always been so kind to everyone that it was hard to notice when her treatment towards him was special, but he thinks it might be. How quick she offers to help with Jack- gives away a Saturday evening to spend with him, even though she sees too much of his face at work.
Her friend from grad school offered to get drinks, and sheâs here, telling him what she looks for in a guy.
He tries to be logical about the whole thing, but itâs a bit hard- sheâs funny and warm and Aaron loves being around her- loves her company enough to maybe ask for more of it.Â
âIf this âguyâ did like you,â he murmurs, intentionally not meeting her gaze, the precision of which is boring a hole into the side of his head, âHow would he go about that?â
Heâs not sure what the point of being coy is now, but he canât seem to stop. He does look down to her and meet her eyes.Â
âI think Iâd probably corner him,â she says breathlessly. Theyâre quite close together, now. He wonders if she likes his aftershave. She tugs a hundred through her hair, a nervous but incredibly attractive gesture, âYâknow, if everyone we worked with went to get drinks, and it was just us. If he was amenable to that.â
âIf he was amenable to that.â
A rush of emotion licks up his spine- itâs fun, flirting with her. The creep of warmth on her cheek, how her fingers are brushing hers.Â
âI think he might be.â
Purple lipstick, rose perfume mixing with the scent of expensive aftershave- he thinks he might be able to kiss her, now. Heâs never been good at knowing when to take the jump, but this is something he can do. He can let her know that he wants it.Â
She reads him well enough, it turns out, and she kisses him. Itâs a surprise and he is so rusty at this and yet- his hand stand on the small of her back, pulling her in and he can feel her lovely smile against him. Sheâs warm and joyful and sheâd kissed him, and all he could do was lean in-
âI think he might be too.â She says, significantly less color on her lips, and more on his, he imagines.
She doesnât have to wonder, though. When Aaron kisses her again, he decides- he will make her incredibly certain of his affections.Â
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Can I ask for Vil, Took or Malleus (any of them, or multiple depending on how cool you are with it) when they find their s/O gives them cute handmade gifts? Baked treats, books, paintings and such. I completely understand if you can't get to this, but if you decide to take this up, It'll be really really cool! Thanks and have a great day!
ââ§âËâ§Made with Loveâ§Ëââ§
âł Reader S/O who made him handmade gifts
feat: Vil â Rook â Malleus genre: fluff note: no pronouns used with the reader, established relationships, nicknames were used for readers (spudling, mon tresor, dear, child of man), probably bad grammar and usage of French because of Rook,
To anyone who were wondering for my sudden MIA statusâŚI got sick, like hella sick. Iâm not the greatest at taking care of myself and apparently my body decided to teach me a lesson for that by leaving me down for the count for 2 weeks then giving me migraines if I spend even 20 minutes in front of a screen for another week. To be fair, I could have recovered quicker if I actuallyâŚrested and took care of myself but hey, lessons were learned.
I literally started this a month ago but now I need to relearn the characters because my brain canât remember anything, so Iâm sorry if it isnât the greatest T_T
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To say he was suspicious was an understatement. Vil was a man of routine and he could tell when something was amiss as the days went by. Little differences were of no cause of concern, but when his little spudling is just acting too skittish, the blond just couldnât let it go.
At first, Vil was content with scolding you for the little bad habits you started. He caught you too many times hunching your neck and back, and the eyebags forming under your eyes were too concerning to him to ignore.
He had to physically hold in his gasp however, when you refused to come over to his dorm for a skincare date. He tried to be understanding when you claimed you had too much homework to come over, but he could do without Rook having to point out that he was sulking.
Yes Rook, Vil is very aware he could get early wrinkles.
Frustration turned to concern as Vil was quick to pick up that you were hiding something from him. Occasionally, he could see you quickly hiding something from his sight before smiling.
Insecurity soon struck him as alarming thoughts swirled about his mind. Was he the problem? Or is there a problem but he was too undependable to you to confide in?
Not one to beat around the bush, he approached you.
You were surprised that your lover requested to see you so suddenly. But, you thought the handsome blond sounded uncharacteristically solemn so you agreed, which led to you sitting in the lounge of your dorm/home.
Maybe you misread the tone of his voice, because the man before you certainly didnât seem solemn. Sitting next to you on the sofa, Vil watched you silently with his arms crossed and a leg over another.
âSo, VilâŚhow was your da-â
âI know youâre hiding something from me, spudling.â
From your flinching and awkward avoidance to meet his eyes, Vilâs suspicions were correct. Upon closer inspection, Vil spotted small cuts littered about the skin of your fingers. His lilac eyes softened somewhat, but he kept his voice stern.
âI admire you for working so hard for yourself,â Vil made it clear to you as his eyes gazed towards the small cuts on your fingers, âBut, I hope Iâm not someone so incompetent that you canât rely on me, especially when youâre needlessly hurting yourself so.â
In a smooth motion, Vil raised his manicured hand towards your face, gently grazing your cheek to keep your attention to him. âSo spudling, no more secretsâŚwhat has gotten you so busy and reckless?â
The gig is up, you supposed. Sighing, you asked for your blond beloved to wait as you quickly rushed to your room. Upon your return, there was something in your hands to which you nervously handed over to your upperclassman.
It was a soft ribbon with a charm attached to its end. The deep purple ribbon was embroidered with what seemed to be golden leaves attached to vines twisting and curling across the length of the ribbon. The charm was of a crown, a cheap trinket that was clearly inspired by the Fairest Queen.
âI know how hard youâve been working for classes so I made you a ribbon bookmark, something you could use while you study or something.â you explained, a little embarrassed. âBut I havenât been getting the pattern right, so I couldnât give you until I got it perfect.â
Vil has been gifting you so much, from customized skincare products of his creation to matching outfits that enhanced your beautiful form. But itâs not just fancy clothes and luxurious products. Vil worries for you, takes care of you, and helps you to see the potential in yourself and to strive for it.
He gave you so much, so you wanted to give him something in return. Something thoughtful, something that shows how much you cherish Vil. More than for his looks, more than for his fame.
âThis didnât turn out as well as I wanted, but Iâm working hard so I can make a new one and get the embroidery just right,â you assured him as you reached for the bookmark. âSo, please be patient with me.â
But, Vil kept your gift out of your reach. He examined your handiwork with such focus, taking note of the effort in every stitch. It was by no means the level of professional, but he could see how you thought about him. From the color of the ribbon and thread to resemble his honorable dorm, to the consideration of his dedication to his studies rather than his looks. Your gift told him that you saw not Vil Schoenheit the actor, but Vil your hardworking boyfriend.
Seeing your nervous expression, Vil chuckled as he finally spoke, the cute bookmark firmly in his grasp. âIf this is for me, I believe Itâs for me to decide if itâs acceptable.â
âI-I guess?â
âGood, because Iâve decided to keep this.â Closing the gap, Vil placed a kiss upon your face, teasingly close to your lips. With a confident smile, Vil took pleasure with your burning cheeks.
âThank you for the gift, my cute spudling.â
If it wasnât already clear to everyone, Rookâs primary love language are words of affirmation. You could sneeze and suddenly he has written a sonnet about how beautiful the cringling of your face was.
Iâm only slightly exaggerating.
Rook is by no means afraid to show his admiration for anyone, least of all his beloved. All of his words and actions are all done without an expectation of getting something in return.
But lately, you have become a bit of an enigma to him. You would spend hours upon hours with him, smiling and capturing pictures of the two of you. Other times, you would swiftly leave back to your dorm, excusing it as needing to study but you would vehemently decline his offer to help you.
Donât get him wrong, watching your concentrated gaze is gorgeous, the way your heartbeat steadies and letting out soft but longer exhales as though youâre making decisions secretly in your mind. Rook couldnât help but wonder, what is it that captures your attention that has you gazing off away from him?
âRook, can I visit you today?â
Oh my, it has been a while since you last requested such a thing. Partially because you both knew his Housewarden would have a fit if he wasnât aware. But eventually, Vil gave you special permission, mostly because Rook would have found a way to either sneak you into his room or he might sneak in the middle of night to see you. Vil knew Rook would never have gotten caught but heâd rather let you stay than have the migraine of a vice-housewarden breaking curfew and ruining his beauty sleep.
âOui, mon trĂŠsor. I would request approval from my Housewarden immediately.â Rook could never deny you of anything, especially if he means you could have more time to admire you in the comfort of his room.
When night fell and the two of you were alone, sitting on the hunterâs bed. You were nervously wringing the handles of the bag in your hand. Doubts filled your head as you wondered if the gift was even slightly capable of living up to your boyfriendâs expectations, regardless of how silly that sounded.
You knew that whatever you would give him, Rook would love and appreciate it with full sincerity. But, that doesnât mean you werenât nervous. The gift should be considerate, you thought. Something that shows the love you had for the eccentric blond and his odd⌠letâs say interests.
You looked to said odd man, whoâs piercing green eyes caught your gaze. Rook noticed your nervousness and the mysterious bag but said nothing. Instead, he kindly waited for you as you calmed yourself, soothing you with gentle touches to your knee. The huntsman can be a lot to some, but heâs also patient and so supportive.
Finding your strength, you presented your gift to Rook. Curiously, Rook took what seemed to be a journal from your hands. It was only when he opened the book to see its content was he surprised.
Him. He saw him in a multitude of photographs that decorated the pages of the journal, lined with cute frames and drawings. Some photos were of moments he remembered, such as days where you visited him during his club, cute dates around the town, or simply just moments of serenity between the two of you.
Rook felt his cheeks flush as his eyes caught the little captions written near the photographs, dates and words written in your handwriting.
âMy handsome mad scientistâ âHis dashing profile is so coolâ âHis warm arms around me âĄâ
âI realized the last time I came to your room that you only had photos of other peopleâ you had glimpses of the wall of photos that consist of people he admired the most, you included. âSo, I wanted to give you a photo album of what I find beautifulâŚyou.â
Your boyfriend scared you as the young blond suddenly stood up from the bed, eyes sparkling with excitement as he scanned through the pages filled with memories. âMon tresor, this is absolutely exquisite! To think my beloved has been watching me with such an unwavering, loving gaze fuels a pleasurable delight within me. Oh, très bien!â
But Rook worriedly commented on something notable. âBut, there are still pages left unfilled. Were our moments too few and rare to fill the album?â
âIt wasnât that.â you rubbed your hands as you felt the nerves return. âI was hoping that we could fill the last few pages togetherâŚlike a couple.â
It was then the hunter kneeled before you, his hands reaching out to grasp yours as he looked into your eyes with a special loving gaze only shown to you. You couldnât tell if you were captured in his devoted gaze or if it was Rook that felt compelled to hold you, to comply with each and every one of your wishes.
âYou speak as though I would dare to deny my precious beloved. Iâd be honoured to make more memories with you, now and far however long you will have me.â
With constant surveillance from his wards *coughSebekcough*, Malleusâ moments with you were rare but still meaningful. Some nights, Malleus would wander near your dorm, especially when he noticed the lights of your room, signifying youâre there and awake. And like always, you would open your doors for him with a sweet laugh and inviting smile.
But lately, Malleus has seen that your bedroom lights would be dimmed, and that you would take notice of his presence slower than usual. Once or twice would be of no concern to him. But, as it slowly became a habit, he began to worry.
He spoke of his concerns with Lilia, perhaps in the older faeâs experience he came across a similar predicament amongst humans.
Only for the veteran fae to be of no help, instead chuckling in amusement before giving his young dragon a cryptic comment âYou will understand soon enough. My, how you are in for a treat~â
Malleus chose not to question further, nor did he question the odd coincidence that you asked him to visit you that very night.
âI donât suppose there is a hidden agenda to your invitation, dear?â As Malleus made himself comfortable in your guest room, he noticed some changes since his last visit.
Firstly, the furniture were arranged to be more spaced out, although the TV was still quite close. Then, there were almost an absurdly large amount of pillows and blankets, to the point that some have started to pooled onto the floor.
âHmm, you sound as though Iâm being suspiciousâ you laughed good-naturedly, âBut I do have a surprise for tonight.â
Coming from the kitchen, you pulled out a stacked fairly large, cold container. With Malleusâ keen senses, he could pick up a very subtle sweet scent mixed with a chilly sensation, and a familiar delight came to mind.
âIce-cream?â
You nodded. âMade by yours truly. I asked Lilia if there was a particular flavour you like, but he said you werenât really picky.â
Unceremoniously, you sat down next to the tall fae before handing him an ice-cream container. âI was trying out different recipes and ideas all week, tweaking it along the way.â
The results of your work appear to be a multitude of flavours with varying degrees of sweetness. From classics such as chocolate and vanilla to more subtle sweet flavours such as coffee and pistachio. Some were swirls of combinations with fruits or nuts, and some were flavours unique to his hometown, which he imagined were hard to procure.
âI may not be able to shower you in riches, or protect you like your knightsâŚâ you gave an embarrassed smile and gaze at your silent companion. âBut I could at least make you something sweet, just so you could smile even a little.â
Behind your nonchalant smile, you do feel anxiety swirling as you worry your efforts pale in comparison to the luxuries your powerful boyfriend owns. Malleus is a fae of the highest standing and thus, his actions have more impact than the average man or fae.
ButâŚhe was your amazing boyfriend nonetheless, who smiled softly back at you.
âThank you, child of man. Knowing the effort my beloved has done for me alone, I shall cherish this feeling for centuries to come.â
Your cheeks burned slightly over the sincerity, so you quickly diverted the conversation. âW-Well, just giving someone ice-cream would be too boring, so I thought we could spend the night watching bad rom-com movies while we eat. Call it a human custom of sorts.â
âIs it imperative that the movies must be bad?â
You shrugged âNot really, but it usually is.â
Setting the movie up, you returned to the makeshift nest of comfy blankets and pillows with Malleus sitting by you. The confused fae watched as you handed him a tub of handmade ice-cream and a spoon before picking a container for yourself, a strange feeling of intimacy unfamiliar to himâŚbut not an unpleasant one.
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Falling for your co-host
PAIRING⌠idol!ni-ki x idol!reader | GENRE⌠fluff, romance | TROPE⌠idol x idol | WC⌠0.7k
You stood nervously backstage at Music Bank, rattling with the script for the show. The bright lights and bustling atmosphere always made your heart race, whenever you and your group had to advertise your new comeback. you'd always find yourself pitying the poor MCs, who have to remember every line by heart, have to learn the dance to every single song, the poor guys have to have the mind of an elephant.
however, today was worse than usual, not because you forgot the lines or a dance move, today was your debut as of the Music Banks MCs, and not only that. You were debuting with the one and only Ni-ki from enhypen.
as you glanced from the side of your eyes, you spotted Ni-ki sitting calmly scrolling through his phone with a monotonous look on his face. curse him for being so nonchalant, while inside you were breaking down.
what if you forget your lines? what if you mess up the group's choreo? what if you talk over their leader? or accidentally say something rude? just as your brain was spiraling into an anxious turmoil, ni-ki gently tapped your shoulder.
"hey, you ready?" he asks as if he noticed your nervousness.
mustering all the confidence you could, you look up at him nodding with a graceful smile. "mhm, just a bit nervous. what about you?"
he chuckled, eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm okay. don't stress okay? you'll do great, and since we're new they'll have room for forgiveness. so just follow my lead, alright?"
As the show began, you found yourself recalling the lines from memory yet making it sound so natural as if you didn't have a script. as time progressed, you could see yourself falling into a comfortable rhythm with ni-ki. due to his playful energy, harmless banter was tossed every now and then making the members of the group giggle.
between different segments, you found yourself laughing more and more since he would stop spewing out silly jokes, and you couldn't help but feel the warmth growing in your chest.
weeks passed with this chemistry, one that people have never seen on music bank, not chemistry this strong. with every interaction between you two, the edits grew, and fans began to pick out the way he looked at you. whenever he joked around how his eyes would look at yours to see your reaction. how before he would respond he would wait for you to say something first. you couldn't go a day without seeing social be filled with clips of the two of you.
one day, after the show had finished recording, you sat alone in the studio wanting to take a breather before heading back home. Ni-ki was walking around the building looking for you in hopes of potential progression in your relationship.
"hey," he said sweetly before taking a seat beside you. "you were amazing today."
as if you read his mind, you graced him with a smile and a gentle blush on your cheeks. " thanks, ki. you always make it so easy."
he turned to you with a smile, "i'm glad. you know, i really enjoy working with you, thereâs no one else i rather have than you to be my partner."
your eyes widened, taken aback by his claim. "actually? awh ki, i thought you were just being nice."
with his eyes boring into yours, he shakes his head. "no, i mean it. whenever'm with you... i feel brighter. it's like you light up the room."
you look away, unable to meet his gaze.
he reaches out, gently taking your hand into his. "look at me will you?"
and within a second your eyes are back on his.
"would you like to spend more time together? outside of work?" he asks with a slight glimmer in his eyes.
"like a date?" you ask with hope.
"yea, like a date."
"i'd love that ki. in complete honesty, i've fallen for you." you say, with your heart pounding.
he grinned, pulling you into his chest, in a tight embrace.
from that day onwards, your bond only deepened. nowadays, you spend most of your nights in each other's dorms cuddling under the covers as a movie plays in the background. either that or late-night convenience store runs. but it's not like you'd have it any other way.
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You write scary villains so well! Could I request one such terrifying villain? đŤŁ
"You know," the villain said, "I can't hurt you if you're not scared. Isn't that what the legends say?"
"Yes." It was barely a whisper. The protagonist willed their heart to stop thundering. They willed the hairs on the back of their neck to settle. They wiled their brain to stop feeding them images of what the villain could do to the frightened.
The villain smiled, head tilting, before they crouched down in front of the protagonist.
"You picked a great hiding spot."
"T-thank you."
"Mm. It really would have saved you if I couldn't feel the fear rolling off you."
The protagonist flinched, before they could stop themselves.
"Did you hope the runners would catch my attention more?" the antagonist asked. "The flash and bang of them?"
"My mum always said that - that only cowards run. That if you ever came, I should stand my ground."
"Your mum sounds very brave."
"She is. Was." The protagonist swallowed. Their gaze raked over the villain. "Are you going to hurt me?"
"Oh, very much."
"C-could you not?"
The villain laughed. It even sounded genuine. Nice. They reached out a hand, wiping a tear away from the protagonist's cheek. "Yes," they said. "I could leave you alone. I could find someone else, someone whose fear doesn't sing so sweetly. There's someone else's mum about three doors down! She's got her kid. She scared to leave him alone. If i had this conversation with her, she'd rat you out to me in an instant. Do you want me to pick them instead?"
The protagonist's eyes widened. Horror filled them. The prickling heat of shame. The rest of the tears spilled out in panic.
The villain raised an eyebrow to repeat the question, warning.
"Will you? Yes - I - yes."
"Good choice," the villain murmured. "You're a clever little thing, aren't you?" They leaned in to press a kiss to the protagonist's forehead. "But I'm still going to hurt you."
The protagonist whimpered.
The villain's hand slipped down to the protagonist's throat, their racing pulse.
"Unless, of course," the villain said, "you stop being scared in the next three seconds."
The protagonist didn't how to do to that. A lot of people picked fights when they knew the villain was coming - hoping fury might be enough to distract themselves. Others drank. They knocked themselves out and prayed they wouldn't have nightmares. They were all still scared though, weren't they? It was so stupid.
The villain squeezed, making the protagonist's breath stutter.
"One."
"Please," the protagonist said. "I'm not scared of you! Please."
"Two."
The protagonist shoved the villain back away from them, violently, sending them sprawling as if they were nothing. But the villain was not nothing. The protagonist staggered to their feet, out of their hiding place, gasping.
"Three."
The villain appeared in front of them again, as if by magic, no longer smiling.
The protagonist froze.
"It's okay," the villain said. "Fear is what makes you human."
Then, they pounced.
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For the angst prompt thing: Steddie and "Don't fucking touch me."
Hello! Thank you very much for sending a prompt, I'm sorry it took me so long to post, but I do think this one is my favorite out of all the fills I've done for this prompt list <3
[No warnings; Unnamed Freak (who apparently got a name in the most recent novel, but I didn't know that at the time) is named Oliver]
Angsty-ish Prompt List
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âIâm gonna step outside for a minute,â Steve leans in to murmur in Eddieâs ear, even though the music isnât that loud.
âYeah, sounds good.â Eddie nods, and only just keeps himself from turning to catch Steveâs mouth in a kiss when he feels the brush of his lips against his ear; itâs not his fault heâs developed some kind of Pavlovian association between having Steveâs mouth anywhere near his skin and receiving kisses â but they do have company.
Said company is just Gareth, Jeff, and Oliver, but still. Eddie has some decorum.
Steve stands from the couch and the arm heâd had slung around Eddieâs shoulders slides away slowly, his hand brushing warm and heavy over the back of Eddieâs neck, thumb stroking once, familiarly, along the side of his throat before disappearing entirely as Steve moves towards the front door. He doesnât do so great with groups of people in small spaces anymore; the noise gets to him, and the heat generated by so many bodies in close proximity tends to give him a headache, so he takes breaks now and then, just to give his brain a few minutes to unbend.
The door swings open on silent hinges (Steve had attacked it with a can of WD-40 and a look of determination earlier today, insisting he couldnât stand the squeaking anymore; heâs always doing things like that around the house â little repairs, organizing, picking things up, even though Eddie insists he doesnât have to. He says he wants to, the endearing little weirdo) and Steve steps out into the cool evening, leaving Eddie and the boys behind in the warm light of the trailerâs main room.
âSo,â Jeff says, looking up from his spot on the floor and gesturing vaguely at Eddie with his beer can, âhowâs that going for you guys?â
Eddie blinks at him. âHowâs what going?â
âThe whole thing between you two,â Jeff clarifies, and Eddie raises a skeptical brow at him.
âYou wanna talk about me and Steve having sex?â Eddie asks.
Jeffâs nose scrunches in distaste. âWhat? No.â
âNot ever,â Gareth jumps in.
âI meanâŚâ Oliver says with a shrug, flinching when Gareth pelts him with a balled-up napkin.
âNo,â Gareth reiterates.
âI refuse to apologize for simple curiosity,â Oliver sniffs, and Eddie, seated next to him on the couch, gives him a shove.
Heâs glad his friends are accepting â supportive, even (heâd like to say he wouldnât hang out with them if they werenât, but letâs be real: nerds could be hard to come by in their neck of the woods, and as long as they were the quiet type of homophobic, Eddie would probably still play D&D with them. But heâs glad theyâre not), but he does have some boundaries.
Like, one or two, maybe.
âI just meant the whole⌠dating thing,â Jeff says, taking a sip from his beer. âBecause Iâll be honest, I really didnât see it at first, but it actually seems to be working out.â
âDating?â Eddie parrots blankly.
âYeah. You guys are in, like, some kind of never-ending honeymoon phase or some shit,â Gareth says. âHasnât it been over two months?â
âUhhh, no, I think you gentlemen are confused,â Eddie drawls. âSteve and I are not dating.â
This declaration is met with a moment of silence.
âSeriously?â Oliver finally says.
âYep,â Eddie replies easily. âNo relationship shit here. Strictly a friends-with-benefits-type deal.â
âSeriously,â Olver says again, flatly this time.
âYes, Oliver, seriously,â Eddie huffs, reaching over to give him another shove, only to have his hand pushed away.
âEddie, he was practically sitting in your lap just now,â Jeff says. âYou two are all over each other.â
âConstantly,â Gareth adds.
Eddie shrugs. âItâs not like this is a big couch; we gotta squish. Anyway, Steveâs just a touchy kind of guy.â
âHe doesnât sit like that with any of us,â Gareth points out.
âYeah, well, you guys arenât the ones receiving benefits,â Eddie says. âYou want him to sit on your lap? You could ask.â
Gareth lets his head hang back with a noise of frustration. âThatâs not the point, and you know it.â
âDonât you two go on dates?â Jeff asks. âIâve seen you at the movies. You talk about going out to eat, doing other shitâŚâ
âYeah, see, thatâs the friends part of friends with benefits,â Eddie snarks. âFriends hang out sometimes, Iâve been told. We are all, in fact, hanging out right now, but that doesnât mean Iâm dating any of you.â
âYou donât see the way he looks at you?â Oliver asks, and Eddie canât help but scoff.
He appreciates the fact that Oliver is passionate about pretty much anything he does, but it also means heâs given to romanticizing. He doesnât usually manage to drag Jeff or Gareth in with him, though.
âPretty sure he looks at me like a friend, because thatâs what we are.â Eddie rolls his eyes before offering a smarmy little grin. âI mean, Iâm sure he looks at me as an exceptionally attractive friend, but thatâs it.â
âGenuinely canât tell if youâre fucking with us, man,â Jeff says, rolling his eyes.
âGenuinely, I am not,â Eddie promises, taking the last viable swallow from his beer before getting up and heading for the kitchen, wiggling his empty can at the others with a raised eyebrow in question. Gareth raises his own near-empty can with a shrug and Eddie nods. âLook,â he says as he ducks towards the fridge, âSteve isnât the kinda guy you have a relationship with, anyway, you know?â
Eddie doesnât mean this in a negative way, just as a matter of fact. Steve just doesnât seem to be a relationship kind of guy. Nancy had been something of an outlier, in how long she and Steve had lasted, and it had become clear after the dust from the Upside Down had settled that he really doesnât have any interest in pursuing her further. Just the other day, heâd mentioned to Eddie how difficult relationships can be, and about how glad he is they have their thing together instead.
âBeing with you is just⌠easy,â Steve had said; he hadnât been looking at Eddie at the time, his face instead pillowed on Eddieâs chest, hair sticking to his naked skin where the sweat was still cooling from their last round, but Eddie could see the edge of a smile on his lips.
And Eddie doesnât have much experience with relationships himself, but he knows that being friends with Steve is easy and that the sex feels equally easy and that the way heâd agreed with Steve and carded his fingers through his hair had sent Steve right to sleep with that same smile still in place.
Easy.
Now, Eddie shoves his head into the fridge and reaches for the beers that have somehow gotten pushed to the back. âItâs nothing major, okay?â he calls back towards the living room.
âEddieâŚâ Gareth calls back, an edge to his voice.
âYeah, yeah, Iâm on it.â Eddie waves vaguely, making sure to grab a second beer. âAnyway, Steveâs a good friend, and heâs really hot, and weâre just having fun.â
The bang of the front door against the frame startles Eddie so badly he nearly smacks his head on the underside of the freezer as he stands, a beer clutched in each hand like he might be able to use them as projectiles.
There is no threat, though â just Steve, who had apparently failed to catch the screen door before it had shut too quickly behind him. He doesnât seem to have noticed; heâs just standing there, staring at Eddie, color rising high in his cheeks, eyes wide and shocked, like heâs just been slapped.
Concern wells up from Eddieâs gut, and he opens to his mouth to ask whatâs wrong when Steve finally speaks.
âYeah,â he croaks, âIâm not having fun.â
Eddieâs brows furrow in confusion, the beginnings of cold dread trickling into his veins well ahead of any conscious thought.
âI think Iâ I think I should go,â Steve says.
He grabs his keys from the side table by the door, where theyâve lived next to Eddieâs and Wayneâs for the last few months whenever heâs been at the house, and then heâs gone again, the screen door banging shut once more behind him.
And Eddie has no idea what just happened, but he knows it wasnât good. He drops the beers on the counter and bolts out the door after Steve.
Steve is nearly to his car by the time Eddie scrambles down the front steps, and heâs paying absolutely no attention when Eddie calls after him.
âSteve,â Eddie tries again, stumbling to a stop right behind him as he jams his keys into the driverâs side lock. âSteve, for fuckâs sake, whatââ he reaches out, wrapping one hand around Steveâs bicep, and Steve jerks out of his grip.
âDonât fucking touch me,â Steve snaps.
Eddie pulls his hand back, but doesnât step away, entirely baffled by the sudden turn the evening has taken. âWhat the hell happened back there?â
Steve goes still, grip going lax on his keys. âI heard what you said, Eddie.â
âAbout â about what? Are you mad I was talking to them about us sleeping together? Because, Steve, they already knew,â Eddie insists, a little incredulous. âYou said you were fine with them knowing! You were practically feeling me up in front of them!â
âI donât give a shit if they know weâre having sex!â Steve hisses, finally whirling around to look at Eddie. âI meant the rest. About how Iâm not the kind of guy you have a relationship with.â
Eddieâs stomach sinks. He hadnât realized that was such a sensitive subject. âI â shit, I wasnât trying to hurt your feelings, I just didnât think you wantedââ
âAbout how weâre just having fun,â Steve cuts in, and if heâd sounded raw before, his voice is practically ground down to nothing now.
That brings Eddie up short. ââŚarenât we?â he asks after a moment.
Steve says nothing.
âI mean, shit, Steve, itâs not like weâre in a relationship,â Eddie says, offering a little laugh, because even Steve would have to admit that the idea is a little silly.
Except.
Except Steve just glances away, staring at the ground beside Eddieâs feet, and â oh, shit.
âOh, shit.â
Steve is still unnervingly silent, one arm curled around his middle while the other hand comes up to pinch briefly at the bridge of his nose. He still wonât look at Eddie.
âYou⌠you thought we were,â Eddie says dumbly, and Steve shrugs.
âCan you blame me? We spend all our time together, Eddie. Iâm here more than Iâm at my own house, I think I can count on one hand the number of times Iâve slept in my own bed in the last month. We go out and do things together, I try to keep things nice around the house because I want Wayne to like me, we have, like, a lot of sex, andâ we⌠I mean, we kiss and touch and just â do shit like that even when it doesnât lead anywhere.â Steve shrugs helplessly, finally looking up. âI mean, Christ, Eddie, what did you think we were doing?â
âI thought we were friends!â Eddie insists. Steve throws him an incredulous look and Eddie amends, âWith benefits!â
âRight.â Steveâs expression flattens back out, going cold and hard and unlike anything Eddieâs become used to from him. âBecause Iâm not the kind of guy youâd want to have a relationship with.â
âI said that because I thought you didnât want to be in a relationship!â Eddie snaps. âItâs not like you stay with anyone for very long, so I just assumed you didnât want to be with anyone.â
Some of the ice retreats from Steveâs face, leaving a watering kind of hurt in its stead. âDo you listen to me at all when I talk?â
âWhat? Of course I do!â Eddie might have gotten turned around in certain respects, but he will not have his merits as a friend called into question; of course he listens to Steve.
âAre you sure? Because I talk about you an awful lot. I talk about doing things with you, about doing things in the future with you,â Steve says pointedly, âabout how I want to stay with you.â
And Eddie had wanted Steve to stay with him, too. Heâs just been thinking â well, heâd thought it was because they get along so well, that Steve had wanted to stick around. That it had only made sense.
âWe never talked about⌠being anything else,â Eddie says, the protest a little weak even to his own ears. âIâm pretty sure Iâd remember that.â
Steve pulls a sharp breath in, pinching at the bridge of his nose again; he leaves his hand there this time, eyes scrunched shut. âJust a few days ago, I told you how much I liked being with you. How good and how easy it felt compared to anyone else Iâve ever been with,â he says, barely more than a rough whisper. âAnd you saidâŚâ
I like being with you, too.
Eddie had said that.
Heâd meant that he likes being around Steve, likes being his friend, definitely likes having sex with him, but heâd said it while combing his fingers through Steveâs hair, while cuddled up with him in bed, and â okay, yes, he can see the mixed signals there. He can see where Steve might have gotten the idea that they didnât have an arrangement, that they were just together.
âIâ I didnât meanââ
âObviously,â Steve snaps, dropping his hand from his face and turning back towards his car.
Eddie tsks, frustrated, and reaches out to grab Steveâs wrist â not pulling, just trying to keep his attention.
âDonât,â Steve warns him, pulling back from his grasp for a second time.
âI didnât mean to lead you on,â Eddie tries desperately. âI really⌠I really didnât.â
âYeah. I can see that. But EddieâŚâ Steve is quiet for a moment, posture so tense and still that Eddie suspects heâs not even breathing. âIâm probably the best-qualified asshole around to tell you that you really have to fucking think about how what youâre doing affects the people around you.â
Somehow, that stings more than any screamed insult Steve could have thrown at him.
âSteveâŚâ
âIâll come get my shit out of your place tomorrow,â Steve says, low and sharp, before getting into his car and slamming the door behind him.
After that, Eddie has no choice but to step back or get run over, and he watches until Steveâs taillights are no longer visible.
He can hear the hissing of some whispered conversation just beyond the door as he trudges back up the front steps, but his friends fall conspicuously quiet the moment he steps inside.
ââŚhey,â Gareth finally ventures after several seconds of awkward, sticky silence.
âHey,â Eddie says flatly.
âDo you⌠want us to stay?â Jeff asks.
Slowly, Eddie shakes his head. âI think I should⌠I need toâ think about shit.â
The boys all nod, throwing him variously sympathetic glances and clapping him on the shoulder on their way out. Oliver pauses, as if heâs going to say something, but Gareth gives him a shove and gets him out the door before he has the chance. Probably for the best.
Eddie feels numb as he trudges back towards his room, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.
He flops down on his bed, face landing in a pillow that smells entirely too much like Steveâs shampoo. Probably because itâs on the side of the bed that Steve always takes. Next to the nightstand with the small stack of sports magazines that definitely arenât Eddieâs. And the spare pair of glasses that also isnât Eddieâs.
With a low tug in his gut, Eddie realizes how much of Steveâs stuff has crept into his room, into the trailer, into his life â how much Steve has become a part of his life, how much of Eddieâs day has been built around him, how much heâs come to lean on his presence, has come to want him there.
And Steve is going to take it all back sometime soon. Take all of his things away before he removes himself from Eddieâs life, too, because Eddie hadnât been thinking and he hadnât been careful and he hadnât realizedâ
Eddieâs pretty sure he just broke up with Steve.
Heâs also pretty sure he hadnât wanted to.
His main consolation, as he curls up on his side, nose still buried in Steveâs pillow, is that as soon as Robin hears what happened (and she will hear, he has no doubt), sheâll probably come murder him.
At least he wonât have to wallow for long.
Part 2
#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#stranger things#smallspaceplant#eddiesteve#listen Steve is u-haul lesbian flavored and Eddie is I know we're married but do you like me? lesbian flavored - you feel?#anyway I shouldn't be allowed to use tags on less than six hours of sleep!#answers from solar#solar wrote#hurt no comfort#edit: now with a continuation that will eventually include comfort
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ik i should probably send this thru the lando brain rot but i am not exposing my filthy side lol so please excuse that. BUT lando with a figure skater who competes in singles but has to pairs for a gala show. he casually picks her from the practice and sees the pairs program which is stemy AF. i am thinking of smth like very hands on each other and her partner throwing her in air and catching her; his hands all over her waist while the song could be smth like into you by ariana grande.
a jealous lando fucking her going like "bet he can't do this" or smth like "oh he will never be able to see you like this" or "come on baby i've seen you split your body basically half on ice you can stretch more than that"
lol i am sorry i yapped alot feel free to ignore if you're not into it sm.
THIS IS LOWKEY GIVING ICEBREAKER AND IM SO HERE FOR IT FUCK!!!!!! smut (18+ pls!)
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he was waiting for you when your routine ended, his arms crossed as he watched you and your partner. he knew you had done a more sensual routine this time around, but the sight of some dude having his hands all over you made him clench his jaw.
he knew it was part of your sport, that it was something silly to be mad at, but he couldn't help it. he didn't like sharing, especially when it came to you.
not wanting to make him wait any longer, you quickly grabbed your things and made your way over to him, stepping off the ice and smiling at him.
"hey, sorry, i forgot what time it was," you sighed, sitting down on the benches, "have you been waiting long?"
he shook his head, "'s alright."
you raised an eyebrow at him as you unlaced your skates, "you okay?"
he was looking in the direction towards your partner, "hmm? yeah, baby, 'm good."
"you sure?" you asked, stuffing the skates into your bag and slinging it over your shoulder, "you look pissed off."
the conversation was interrupted when your partner called your name, stepping off the ice and smiling at the both of you, "good job today, you did great!"
"thanks," you smiled, "so did you! i'll see you friday, right?"
"yeah, i'll see you friday," he smiled, "have a good night guys."
you laced your arm with your boyfriends, pulling him away from sending the poor boy daggers, "good night!"
lando followed your lead, walking with you back to the parking lot and to the car. you threw your stuff in the backseat before climbing into the passenger seat, noticing the way his jaw was still tight.
he started the car as you spoke softly, your hand resting on his arm, "are you sure you're okay?"
he nodded before looking over at you, "yeah, why wouldn't i be?"
"like i said, you look pissed," you said, "did you wanna talk about it?"
"'m fine, babe, really."
his tone made you think otherwise, and then it clicked. he was jealous.
you smirked over at him, laughing softly, "oh my god, you're jealous!"
"no, 'm not."
"you are, look at you!" you chuckled, "c'mon, babe, there's nothing to be jealous about."
"i just don't like the fact that he had his hands all over you," he said, "that's all."
you grabbed his hand from the center console, placing it on your cheek, "doesn't matter, the only man who's hands i want all over me is sitting right here."
you pressed a kiss to his palm, smiling softly. he moved his thumb, the pad of his finger tracing over your bottom lip. he leaned the side of his head against the headrest when you pressed a soft kiss to his finger, mumbling a soft, "fuck, if you keep this up, i'm going to have to fuck you in this parking lot."
you smirked over at him, "is that a challenge?"
he looked out to the parking lot, the only ones left were you and one other car he had assumed was the owner's.
fuck it.
he reached across the console, unbuckling the seatbelt you had done up before helping you climb over to the drivers side. you smiled down at him as he reclined the seat back, giving the both of you more room as you lowered yourself to his level, hand resting on the seat as you hovered over him.
"quit it," he said, helping you pull down your leggings and underwear, tugging down his own sweatpants but leaving the barrier of his boxers between the two of you.
"i just can't believe you're jealous of matt," you snickered, "of all people, matt? really?"
"shut up," he rolled his eyes, helping you out of your hoodie, "unless you want me to make you shut up."
"i don't know, this is fun, don't you think?"
he sighed, pulling you down for a kiss with one hand on the back of your neck as the other slipped between the two of you to find your clit. he smirked against your lips at the sound of your muffled whimper, his index finger slowly teasing you.
he pulled away, his lips on your neck. he spoke between kisses to your skin, "yeah, not so talkative now, hmm?"
"gotta do better than that."
without warning, he accepted your challenge and slid his finger into you with ease. you moaned softly, his queue to add another as you closed your eyes in pure bliss.
"what's the matter, baby?" he teased, "cat got your tongue?"
you couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips, "just fuck me already."
"i'll think about it."
"lando!"
"this is fun, don't you think?" he threw your teasing words back at you, making you groan. your mouth fell open at the feeling of his thumb toying with your clit as his fingers worked inside of you, moving at a delicious pace because he knew your body and what you liked like the back of his hand. and he knew what buttons to push to make you beg for it, and boy was he going to push his limits today.
"tell me what you want, baby," he said, his teeth tugging on your earlobe, "c'mon, pretty girl."
"want you," you moaned, "please."
"see, that's all you had to say."
he slowly pulled his fingers out from inside you as you sat up, letting him pull down his boxers. his dick sprung free, slapping him in the stomach before he helped you lower yourself down onto it. you both moaned in unison at the feeling of him stretching you out, his hands gripping your hips as you slowly started rocking back and forth.
"fuck," he moaned, grabbing at your ass, your sign that he wanted to take control. he started thrusting up into you, making you moan loudly as he somehow went even deeper than before, "yeah, baby, who's pussy is this?"
"yours," you moaned softly, one of his hands coming up to pull down your sports bra, your tits bouncing freely as his fingers tweaked with your nipple.
"sorry baby, i didn't hear you. who's did you say?"
"yours, lando," you said louder, "fuck."
he moved his hand, fingers coming back to rub tight circles against your clit, "yeah, bet he wouldn't fuck you like this, would he?"
you shook your head, but that wasn't good enough for him.
"words."
"no," you said, "he wouldn't."
"yeah cause you're mine," he said, his thrusts somehow going deeper and faster in the confined space the two of you were in, "all mine. got it?"
you nodded, "always."
he smiled, bringing you back down for another kiss, a kiss full of love and passion despite how hard he currently was slamming into you. you moaned into his mouth, pulling away to speak, "just like this, fuck, i'm so close,"
he nodded, "me too," he spoke softly, "come for me, baby."
it didn't take much longer until you were squeezing around him, thighs shaking overtop of him as you moaned. he followed pursuit, his hips stilling as he came undone, the both of you sitting there for a minute to catch your breath.
you laid on his chest, his hands playing with your hair softly. you smiled at him and he smiled back down at you, "i love you, you know."
"i know," you smiled, "i love you too."
he pressed a kiss to your forehead, "you hungry?"
"i could eat,"
"perfect," he said, tapping your hip, "let's get dressed."
after getting yourselves situated, you smiled as he placed his hand on your thigh, pulling out of the parking lot.
"you know," you bit back a laugh, "you should get jealous more often."
"i literally hate you." he sighed before laughing softly.
"you love me."
"i do."
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melissa schemmenti x fem!reader
summary: reader runs into an old frenemy at the bar and enlists melissa to play her date. hidden feelings are revealed. inspired by the movie just go with it.
word count: 3.8k
warnings: alcohol (beer), swearing, old bully.
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The night hadnât exactly gone to plan, not that you were complaining. The Abbot family were supposed to be celebrating reaching the end of another quarter, even going as far as to select a bar up to Avaâs standards with extravagant cocktails and comfortable booths (but still with a generic enough dart board that Melissa would turn up). Ava had shoot down your usual place saying, âGirl, Iâve got a reputation to uphold and even entering that place would lose me 1K on Instagram,â
However things had immediately started to splinter when Gregory and Janine failed to turn up, still very much in the honeymoon phase of their relationship. And then Barbara had ordered two cocktails which had immediately gone to her head and called Gerald to come and pick her up. Jacob got a text for Avi and ducked out apologetically, Mr Johnson disappeared somewhere, and then Ava declared she couldnât be seen dead out in only a group of three so she ditched, which meant less than two hours into the night only you and Melissa remained at the bar.Â
Youâd initially been irritated, having looked forward to a family night out all week. But when Melissa dragged you to the dart board saying âWe donât need âem.â, her hand warm in yours and her smile bright. Youâd suddenly forgotten every thought youâd ever had.
âAnother bullseye for me!â Melissa smirks victorious, dancing as she turns around to face you. âI think that means ya owe me a drink, hon.âÂ
You roll your eyes, but canât bring yourself to care that deeply at the sight of the redheads joy. She seems to be having a great time, despite everyone leaving. And youâre determined to soak up every moment of this additional out-of-school Melissa time until she decides to call it a night.Â
It feels like a blessing, and the sight of her in a strappy leopard print top with enough cleavage to cause your brain to short circuit when sheâd first arrived definitely didnât hurt. She looked beautiful with her red curls down past her neck, and her brown leather jacket and red high heels on. Any day now you were gonna get this raging crush under control and not look at Melissa Schemmenti and see the sun, any dayâŚÂ
âŚjust not today if your traitorous heart had any say.Â
âAnother of the same?â You ask, nodding towards her beer with a grin on your lips.Â
âYou betcha.â She shimmies closer to you, her teeth biting into her lip. âAnd when youse get back weâll have another game. If you can take the heat.âÂ
Your face heats up and you force out a laugh to cover up how wildly attractive you find her. You push yourself off the barstool and side step her. âUh yeah, another game sounds good. Iâll be right back.â You step back, giving her a slightly too tight smile before you run away to the bar.Â
So chill Y/N. Wow, excellent game. If she didnât want you before, I bet she does now.
You groan as you approach the bar, resisting every bone in your body that wants you to slam your head very hard against the bartop to hopefully knock some sense into yourself because that was just plain embarrassing. Instead, you settle on waving down the bartender and ordering two yuengling's.Â
They make quick work of your order and you pay and mutter a polite, âThanks,â before turning away with your drinks, ready to head back to Melissa. Determined to not make a complete fool of yourself this evening.Â
âY/N L/N!â A shrill voice calls and your blood runs cold, âOh my god, is that really you?âÂ
Your eyes fall close as you blow out a breath and send a hail mary that maybe, just maybe, that voice wonât be connected to the woman you believe it to be.Â
Of course, life doesnât work like that and when you open your eyes you come face to face with your old college âfriendâ. If a friend meant someone who constantly put you down and had to be better than you at all times. Suddenly the last day of college doesnât seem long enough ago, god you couldâve gone the rest of your life without seeing this woman and that still wouldnât have made up for the torment of the three years of friendship with her.Â
âAlisha, Hi.â You grimace. âFancy seeing you here.âÂ
âI know!â She cackles, âIâd never expect you to be somewhere this close to classy. I remember the dives you loved in college.â
Your smile tightens and you force a humourless laugh. âWell, great to see you Alisha, but I really should be getting back to-â
âNo, no, no, come on we must catch up!â She interrupts. She shakes her hair performatively and presents her hand, showing off an obnoxious diamond, âI, of course, got married. My husband is here actually and you must meet him.â
âCongrats, but I really should be getting back to my-âÂ
âIâm sure your friend wonât mind.â Alisha waves a hand.Â
She grabs the hand not holding the two bottles of beer, her face etched with pity. âI noticed you donât have a wedding band. Itâs okay, your time will come.â
You try to shake your hand free, but Alishaâs grip tightens. âSeriously, Y/N, not everyone can be as lucky as-â
âHey hon, everythinâ alright?â Melissa interrupts, an obvious edge to her voice. Her hand perches on the small of your back as she gives Alisha a once over, and despite the other woman being four inches taller than her, you know Melissa could take her effortlessly.Â
Alishaâs eyes widen before melting into a smirk as she extends her hand, âAlisha, Y/Nâs closest friend from college.âÂ
Melissa looks at you before looking back at Alisha and scoffing, âRight.âÂ
Alisha drops her hand, but doesnât look disturbed, in fact she looks more excited than youâve ever seen her, if you exclude that one house party she threw where she got the entire football team to attend and ended up sleeping with the quarterback.Â
More than slightly disturbed, you push the beer in Melissaâs direction, âHere, sorry.â
âThanks, hon.â She accepts the drink, her fingers brushing yours as she does.Â
You watch Alisha hungrily eat up the action, and you know whatâs gonna happen next before she even opens her mouth. âSo, youâre Y/Nâs girlfriend?â Â
The redheadâs eyes widen, her drink pausing on its way to her mouth. And before she can reject it, and Alishaâs face grows even more victorious in your pathetic aloneness, you jump in and answer.Â
âFiancĂŠe, actually.âÂ
You should be awarded an Emmy for the way you keep your face straight and donât cringe as both Melissa and Alisha swing around to face you.Â
âI left my ring at home,â You roll your eyes. âShe only popped the question recently. Havenât quite got used to wearing it yet.âÂ
âReally?â Alisha questions, eyes narrowing. âWell now you must join my husband and I for drinks. We can toast to the newlyweds and newly-engaged.âÂ
She grabs your hand, pulling you away before you can protest again. You look back at Melissa, silently begging for help, but she just watches you with an arched brow and smirk before she takes a long sip from her beer and saunters after you.
Alisha doesnât release her grip until you reach the booth in the corner of the bar. Her husband, an even taller man, presumably quite handsome if youâre into that sort of thing - but in your opinion quite boring looking - sits scrolling on his phone and nursing what looks like a whiskey sour.Â
âHoney, I found some friends.â She says, sitting down beside her husband. âThis is my best friend from college Y/N, and her fiancĂŠeâŚoh,â Alisha tips her head, smiling widely âIn all that excitement I didnât get your name.âÂ
Melissa doesnât respond, instead signalling you to slide in the booth first so she can be on the end.Â
âItâs Melissa,â You respond, ignoring the redheadâs dark look for sharing her personal information.Â
âTraitor,â She mumbles quietly into your ear, her breath hot.Â
You roll your eyes, even as you struggle to breath properly. If sheâd saved you when she had the chance you wouldnât be in this situation.Â
âWhat a lovely name,â Alisha gushes, and you donât need to turn to see Melissaâs glare.
Alisha drops her head to her husband's shoulder, who wraps his arm around her back with a boy-ish grin, âAnd this is my husband, Victor.âÂ
âLadies, nice to meet you.âÂ
You force a smile and take a long sip from your beer.Â
âI was just saying to Y/N how funny it is running into her.â Alisha laughs, âWeâre only in Philadelphia because the jet needed to refuel. It was not part of our plan,â She rolls her eyes, âHonestly, can you imagine living here?âÂ
âWhatâs wrong with Philly?â Melissa challenges, eyes narrowing
âIâm just saying it wouldnât be my first choice.â She waves her hand, like she hasnât said anything offensive. âVictor and I live in California, but weâre heading to Paris because this oneâs talking at a convention for dentists.âÂ
âWow, impressive.â You nod politely.
âYou ended up here?â She asks, pity evident in her tone.Â
âI chose here. I love Philly. Iâve got an amazing teaching job and an amazing group of friends. Itâs a really good community.â You say seriously. There were some things Alisha could make you feel insecure about, but Philly was never going to be one of them. You were happy with your life.Â
âAnd your fiancĂŠe, right?â She challenges, âHow long have you been together?âÂ
Melissaâs arm wraps around your waist and she tugs you tightly into her side. You try not to let the surprise at the action show on your face.Â
âTwo years. Known each other for three through. She swooped in and saved me when the kids were drivinâ me mad and kinda hasnât stopped since.âÂ
Your heart flutters as you stare at Melissa from beneath your lashes, warmth settling in your chest. You know the exact moment sheâs talking about, itâs the first time you properly met, about a month into teaching at Abbott. Youâd heard the commotion coming from her classroom while your first-graders were in music class, and had popped your head next door - just to check - and found a clearly stressed out redhead trying to control a large class of second and third graders.Â
Youâd made your way in, with a calm âHow can I help?â. Melissa had just thrusted worksheets at you and pointed towards the third-graders. From then on you popped in to help whenever you had a free lesson, and if it meant staying later to catch up on lesson planning you decided it was worth it, especially as it led to one of your favourite friendships.
âYou have kids?â Victor asks. âI love kids.âÂ
âNo, teacher. We work together.âÂ
âOh, that makes sense. Y/N was never one to have much of a social life outside of her work.â Alisha rolls her eyes, âOf course sheâd have to meet her partner at her place of work too. She never had much luck when it came to dating, always so alone.â She juts out her bottom lip patronisingly.Â
âI dated.â You defend, âI just happened to put my studies first, which was the whole point of being at college.âÂ
Alisha nods and takes a sip from her drink. Your eyes narrow at her. You donât realise your hand has tightened into a fist until Melissa pulls it into her lap and begins gently caressing your knuckles, slowly coaxing it open again.Â
Victorâs phone rings, an obnoxious beeping sound that shocks you enough that your hand pulls away from Melissaâs. You miss the touch instantly, wanting to reach back but knowing you shouldnât.Â
âOh sorry girls, I should take this.âÂ
âHe gets lots of important calls.â Alisha supplies proudly, as she slides out of the booth to let her husband out. Melissa lifts her brows, shooting you a look of disbelief and you struggle not to laugh.
They stand together beside the table. Victor drops his forehead to Alishaâs and inhales deeply. âYour beauty, your drive, your wit.â He breathes dramatically.
Alisha hums, âYour intelligence, your thirst, your strength.âÂ
Their noseâs rub together, and you swear your soul leaves your body as you watch them open mouthed in disbelief. You turn to Melissa whose face is screwed up in outright disgust.Â
Alisha sits back down, a content smile on her face. âItâs something we do whenever the other person leaves. Say what we love most about each other.âÂ
âYou really ainât from Philly, huh?â Melissa laughs, taking a long sip from her beer.Â
âYou guys should try it.âÂ
âI ainât doing-âÂ
âI donât think-â Melissa and you both start to say at the same time.
âNot everyone can do it.â Alisha waves.Â
Your eyes narrow and Melissa puts down her beer.Â
âYou know what, weâll do it now.â You say, determined.Â
Melissa smirks, eyes bright with challenge as she looks between you and Alisha. âSure thing, hon.âÂ
âOkay, just look into each otherâs eyes and say three things you love most about each other.â
You turn to face Melissa, kneeâs brushing against hers. You blow out a breath, suddenly nervous looking at her this closely. Her green eyes hold your gaze, a reassuring smile on her face and it helps you steel yourself.Â
âOkay. Uh, I love how much you care about the kids.â You start, easy, honest, tame. âYou do so much for them, more than anyone even realises. But they love you so much. Youâre a phenomenal teacher. Youâve got such a beautiful heart, even if you do try to keep it hidden.â
Melissa listens to you with soft eyes, a wet chuckle breaking from her lips.
âItâs not even just the kids. The things you do for Barbara, Janine, Me. You are extraordinary. I see how much you care, I see your kindness.â The words flow from your lips, the truth that you should probably keep hidden.Â
She scoffs, shaking her head, âI ainât that soft.âÂ
âI love how safe you make me feel.â Your breath shakes as Melissaâs eyes widen. God too much, too honest, but maybe sheâll just think youâre selling the lie and wonât know just how true every word coming from your lips is.
âWhenever something happens youâre the person I want to find. And you just know how to make it better. Before you, I never needed someone else, but now I literallyâŚI just, I donât know, I gravitate towards you. When Iâm with you I just know everything is going to be okay. I feel safe, like together we could take on anything.âÂ
âI wouldnât let anythinâ happen to you.â She smiles gently.Â
Your heart stutters, âAnd your smile, god that smile.â It makes you soar, you canât breath as words spill from your lips, âI love it. I look forward to lunch everyday because I know I get to see that smile. Your smile starts my day, and everytime I get to see it I feel like Iâm doing something right.âÂ
She stares at you and you clear your throat, breaking your gaze. âAnd that's three.â Â
Melissa grabs your hands, her fingers stroking your knuckles, prompting your eyes to return back to hers. âMy turn.âÂ
You nod silently, unable to speak as you watch the women in front of you. Heart pounding.Â
âI love your company. No matter my mood, itâs good. Youâre just nice to have around. Whether Iâm cookinâ for you, weâre drinkinâ, or weâre stressinâ out over work. Itâs fun with you.â She shrugs with a shy smile.
You grin. God your heart canât take this. It still pounds and you canât differentiate between truth and lie. She sounds so honest, eyes so gentle and you desperately want to fall in and believe every single word leaving her lips.Â
âYouâre stupidly generous too and I love you for it, even if it makes me wanna hit ya sometimes.âÂ
She rolls her eyes and you both chuckle.Â
âYou say I have a good heart, but I watch the way you keep giving to everyone around you without expecting anythinâ in return. Youâre always offering to cover a lesson or lunch shift, even though I know it means youâre staying at school later to catch up on lesson plans.âÂ
You shift, you really hadnât thought sheâd noticed. âItâs nothing really.âÂ
âItâs somethinâ. Youâre good. Like, actual good, and you donât find that often.âÂ
Your eyes soften, tears threatening to pool as you itch to reach out and pull her in, kiss her.Â
âAnd you know what else I love? Your eyes.â She nods, with a shining smile. âWhen they catch the light? Stunninâ. They are so expressive, always shining, sayinâ things even if you donât.âÂ
You draw in a sharp breath, eyes locked with hers. Wondering maybe if-
âI won a competition for the most beautiful eyes.â Alishaâs piercing voice interrupts. You jolt away from Melissa, having entirely forgotten about the other womenâs presence.Â
âIâm pretty sure Iâd still win if you entered. No offence, Y/N.â She laughs shrilly.Â
You drain the last of your beer, your chest still tight and your bearings off.Â
Melissa snaps. âAlright, Iâm done. I dunno if your parents were too nice to you as a kid or didnât tell you they loved you enough but either way I donât care. You ainât speaking to my girl like that anymore, especially if you think your ugly ass fake contacts in any way compare to her stunninâ fuckinâ eyes.âÂ
Alishaâs face finally falls.Â
âSo goodbye, weâre leavinâ. And you and your guy can get the hell out of Philly fast before I find someone to jack your dang car.â She grabs your hand, fingers entwined with yours and tugs you from the booth with her.Â
You laugh, feeling lighter the further away you get from the gobsmacked women you left behind. Melissa weaves you between people and out the bar, not letting go of your hand until you're safely outside and the door has shut behind you.Â
âThat wasâŚâ You look at the redhead, shaking your head and grinning, your entire body buzzing. âGod, I justâŚâ
She chuckles, her hand landing on your waist. âCome on, letâs get out of here.â Her other hand digs into her back pocket pulling out her phone, âIâll call a cab.âÂ
Your heart thunders. Your hand reaching for her chin bringing her face back to yours. Sheâs so closeâŚ. âYou are extraordinary.âÂ
Her cheeks pink as she tries to shrug off your touch, âY/N,â
âNo.â You breathe, bringing her back to look at you. Your gaze falls to her red painted lips, your chest tightens. And you know you could let go, step back and youâd both pretend this moment had never happened, but you donât want to.Â
You want to lean in and kiss those pretty lips. Finally say fuck the point of no return. Because all the fears and risks that were keeping you from plunging in all seemed irrelevant when your body felt this alive.Â
Itâs like youâd finally woken you and you knew you didnât want to go another day without kissing Melissa Schemmenti.Â
You lean in. Melissaâs shaky breath expelling against your lips before she meets yours. Tentative at first, once, twice, three times, before her hand fists into your shirt and yours moves to her hair, and then a moan is pulled from her lips and your gone. Frantic and heated you devour each other. Her phone is roughly shoved into your back pocket so she can paw at your ass and then sheâs walking you back into the wall. Her body is finally flush against yours and you gasp in delight as you drown in the sensation, unable to think clearly as you passionately kiss her.
When you finally separate, youâre both breathing heavily, foreheads resting against each other. Melissaâs lipstick is a mess, her lips swollen, and you think sheâs never looked more beautiful.Â
âYa mess.â She tuts affectionately, breathing still broken as she reaches out to wipe her lipstick from your lips.Â
âAnd whoâs fault is that?â You chuckle, grinning like a fool.Â
She rolls her eyes and you want to kiss the expression off her face. You lean in to do just that, but she steps back, her eyes shifting away from you.Â
âHon,â She shakes her head, finally wiping the lipstick off from around her own mouth.Â
A pit lands in your stomach, panic coursing through your body. No. Youâve come this close. You werenât losing her now.Â
âYou canât tell me you donât feel this too.âÂ
She looks at you, eyes soft and pained, ââNd you canât want this.âÂ
âDid you not hear a word I said in there?â You ask incredulously. âGod, Mel, all of that. Every single word. I meant that.âÂ
âYou meant it?â She questions, unsure.Â
You shrug, vulnerable, exposed. âOf course. How could I not? Youâre the best person I've ever met.âÂ
She scoffs, wet, stumbling forward back into your arms. âFuck you.â She murmurs and captures your lip. You expect it to be harsh and heated, but sheâs so gentle and slow, her lips tenderly moving against yours like youâre something to be treasured and if she pushes too hard you might break.Â
You tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, caressing her cheek lovingly when you separate. She watches you in awe, eyes so gentle and youâve never felt so content in your life.Â
âI meant everythinâ too.â She confesses.
You grin and press a quick peck to her lips. âI had my suspicions.âÂ
She rolls her eyes, âWhatever. You wanna actually get out of âere?âÂ
You laugh, âYes, please.âÂ
âLeftovers and beers at mine?â
You hum in delight, not missing the way Melissaâs eyes darken, her eyes dropping to your lips. âThat sounds perfect. And watch something on Netflix?âÂ
âWhatever you want, hon.â She responds, dragging her gaze away. âIâll call a cab now.â
She takes a couple steps away, to make the call and you unashamedly watch her the entire time. Your eyes taking in her figure and lingering on her ass. Because, hey, who can blame a girl.Â
It was Melissa goddamn Schemmenti.Â
Your teeth pulling at your bottom lip, do nothing to suppress your grin.
I guess you really might have to thank everyone in Abbott for leaving tonight if this was the result.Â
You werenât quite a big enough person to thank Alisha.Â
You would have gotten there without her.
Eventually.
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Hey boo boo bear imagine this kook rafe x shy pouge reader get stuck in a room togetherâŚâŚ they have sex. I don't know how to plot thisđ
Rafe only tolerates reader in his sister group since reader is shy and quiet and because she's a good baker and cooker since he eats the food reader makes for Sarah (the reader doesn't know obviously)â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸ plz make it super smutty
Escape Room
Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f receiving), spanking, spitting, use of belt, unprotected sex (wrap it up y'all), choking, (let me know if I missed any)
Wc: 2.9K
A/N: This was just a great idea and I literally loved writing it.
âHe said he would be there in fifteen minutes to pick up the brownies. Thank you again so much.â Sarah rushes out her words feeling bad that Rafe was already late. âItâs okay not like my job is super demanding anyway. I just sit here and watch the cameras. Plus itâs slow and no one has reservations.â Working at an escape room has its perks. You get to sit back and relax, watching as people try to figure out the puzzles.Â
âOkay. Again Iâm so sorry heâs late. Let me know if he was a dick after he leaves.â Sarah says before hanging up the call. Rafe was supposed to be here two hours ago and he is still not here. Sarah had asked you to make her brownies from the pool party she was having when she invited you. Sadly you had work but still had agreed to make them.
Youâve been making desserts and dinners for her since middle school. It started when you made some pasta dishes with your mom. You had brought some extra to school the next day and she had tried it at lunch. She fell in love with it and promised you to always save her extra when you cook. Even when you too went to different High schools she didnât let that stop her.
She would ride her bike to your house all the way in the cut after school to try some new dishes. It was a little routine the two of you enjoyed. Then you started to make extra of every dish and dessert to bring to Tanny Hill. Everyone in the house loved your cooking and baking. Even the eldest Cameron sibling couldnât find himself to hate it. No matter how hard his brain told him not to eat your dirt pogue food he still does.
He guesses over time his disdain for pogues dissipated only for you. He found himself excited to try a new dish or eat your famous cookies when Sarah brought them home. When Sarah had asked him to pick up at first he was really willing to get them. Accepting the chance to get close to you without having her around. Then he realized he would actually have to be around you without a buffer.
Rafe decided that the longer he waits to pick up the brownies then maybe the less time you have to take to him. Thatâs why he told Sarah he would be there in fifteen all while he was still on the course playing golf with Topper and Kelce.Â
Another forty minutes pass and he is still not here. The last group of people leave the alien invasion room. Sighing you get up and start to clean up the room. This is the one downside of everything, you have to clean the whole things up. Resetting every clue is a hassle in itself, not to mention people make messes on purpose. You were so busy trying to put one of the clues together that you didnât hear someone calling out for you.
Rafe walks around calling out your name to find you. âWhere are you? I just need the brownies and then Iâll be gone.â He sees one of the doors open and a figure lurking around. Getting closer he can see that itâs you so he walks into the doorway. âHey! Can I get them now?â You turn around to see Rafe, clutching your chest at the scare that he gave you.
He goes to walk further into the room and bumps into the door holder making it fly out of place. âDonât let the-â The door slams shut due to the weight of it, itâs slam echoing in the room. âDoor close.â Rafe turns around to open it. âGod, it's not a huge deal.â The door handle shakes but it doesnât budge.
âWhy isnât it opening?â Thereâs a twinge of irritation in his voice. Whipping around to look at you he finds you sitting down on one of the seats. Like clock work the automatic voice booms through the speakers.Â
âWelcome brave fighters. The Aliens have attacked and you are our only hope of fighting them. In exactly one hour they will take over the world and destroy it. This bunker contains the key to saving the world. Find it before time runs out or we are all doomed. Good luck.â
Just like that the clock above the door turns on and the seconds start to count down. âWhat the fuck is happening?â Rafe is rattling the door trying to pry it off the hinges. âItâs an automatic system. Once the door closes the game starts and you canât get out.â You are willing to let the time run out already texting your boss to tell them you got locked in a room.
This wouldnât be the first time this has happened. At least those times werenât you and there was someone else to open the door. Itâs just your luck that today of all days you are the only one working. Your boss texts you back without being any help.
Well Iâm on vacation right now. Iâll text the group chat to see who can come get you out. You might just have to solve it or wait it out.
âWho the fuck thought that was a good idea?â You laugh at him and go over to the first clue, solving it and getting the key out of the box. âItâs an escape room dumbass. Itâs kinda the whole point. Plus everyone here knows not to close the door, thatâs why the block was there.â Rafe closes his eyes as he realizes the thing his foot accidently hit was the only thing holding the door back.
âI didnât know sorry.â Your back is turned to you as you are finding the keyhole on the table that opens it. Rafe watches in awe as the table top clicks open and you lock it into place. Sarah has always said that they should all come here to try one out and he brushed it off when they actually made plans. He thought these types of things were stupid but now that heâs seeing you do it just makes him think itâs him who's stupid.Â
There would be no way that he would figure any of this out. He knows that you know how to do all of the clues due to having to set them up. But damn how would anyone be able to figure that out? Walking closer he can see that the table opens up into a map of the world and each country is out of order. You just set each one perfectly in place and a trap door opens on the far side of the wall.
âDidnât realize you were so smart for a pogue?â You roll your eyes at him and push past him to go to the other room. âHow long will it take you to figure this all out? I donât have all day.â It is funny that he would say that considering he made you wait on him for most of the day. âThatâs rich coming from you.â You get into the room and look at the fake control panel thatâs in it. This is the one part of this room you take forever to fix.Â
You canât remember which switches control which thing. They all work in some way but only four of them cause the map to light up for the next clue. âWhat upset that I have a life and you donât? I had shit to do, you arenât important.â The laugh you let out is like you are mocking him and he hates it. âI could give two shits that you were late. Wouldnât expect anything less from you. All you care about is yourself.â
âThatâs not true.â If he thought that other laugh was annoying this one makes his blood boil. âYou are literally the most selfish person I know. Youâre rude, arrogant, and honestly a disgusting person. I would rather be stuck in a room with a million spiders then feel you breathing down my neck.â You didnât realize how close you had gotten to him. All up close and personal to him.Â
âIâm literally trying to figure all of this out so we can get out of her and you didn't even offer to help. All you can do is sit there on you ass like a fucking child.â Rafeâs anger gets the best of him and he wraps a hand around your neck. âCareful there. Donât get on my bad side. Youâre lucky I even tolerate you.â His fingers tighten a little bit, the blood flow slowing slightly. âIf this is you tolerating me then maybe you should get fucking checked. There is obviously something wrong with you.â
The room gets quiet and all that can be heard is his heavy breathing. His chest is brushing against yours with each breath. Your eyes flicker back and forth looking into the blue eyes youâve known for years. Without a second thought his lips are crashing onto yours. You meet his enthusiasm, kiss him just as hard.Â
His other hand wraps around your hair tugging it to manipulate your head to deepen the kiss. Walking backwards you bump into the counsel, buttons digging into you as he lifts you to sit on it. âSo much tough talk and look at you now.â The way he looks at you is belittling as if you arenât a real person.
âDo you always have to be so annoying?â He smiles at you and dives back in to kiss you. Hands roam your body and squeeze the flesh under his palms. The kiss gets more intense as he nips at your lips. You let out a wince pulling back. Lifting a hand to touch your lip and feel the warmth seeping from the cut. âAre you serious?â Rafe smiles all cocky at you, feeling good that you were in pain.Â
The smirk didnât last because you delivered a smack across his face. He slowly turns his head back, shocked by the action. âOh youâre going to regret that.â He kisses you again, ignoring your wince of pain and biting your lip even harder. The hands roaming your body move in between the two of you so he can unbutton your pants. Your fingers dig into his shoulder as you lift yourself up, helping him take your pants off.
His right thumb starts to stroke you over your panties, feeling how wet you are. âLook at how wet you are. Shy little girl whoâs actually just a slut in disguise.â You moan at the words and the feeling of his thumb rubbing you just right. The fabric makes it feel even better. Your hands reach towards his belt and unbuckles it. His pants and boxers are shoved down his legs.
âCan you just shut up and fuck me already. Starting to think that you keep talking just to stall.â Your hand wraps around his dick and starts stroking. The tilt of your head does him in. He grabs your face and pinches your cheeks together. âDonât worry baby, just giving you some more time with your thoughts before I scramble them.â Without warning he pushes your panties to the side and thrusts into you.
The moan you let out is like a taste of heaven. The sweetest sound that heâs ever heard. His pace is brutal, not giving you any time to adjust to his size. In his head heâs thought about this before. This exact moment has played out in different ways in his dreams. In those he takes his time with you, stretching you out with his fingers and eating you out until his face is covered in you. That was always a part of his vision yet here he is skipping all of it.
Itâs like there is something about you that clouds his thoughts and sense of morality. He canât seem to keep his cool around you or to stop himself from being him. His grip on your cheeks get tighter, his hips snapping into you. He keeps watching your face as your eyes roll back.
If he wasnât holding your face then you would have fallen backwards. As if he heard your thoughts he pushes you backwards, your back hurts from the keys. You know that tomorrow there will be marks left from them. His other arm wraps around your back lifting your hips in the air. From this angle heâs hitting deeper and getting your g-spot in the best way.
Heâs holding you in a position to give himself the best form of pleasure and yet you are getting it too. At first he really didnât care if you enjoyed it, only wanting to teach you a lesson. That mindset faded away just by looking at you. This was better than what he had imagined and he couldnât be happier. He lifts you back up and pulls out, flipping you to lay over the counsel.
Lights flicker as some buttons are pushed from your hands slamming down to catch yourself. Rafe kneels down behind you and attaches his lips to your clit. Your head drops down to rest on your forearm. âOh fuck that feels good.â Rafe hums at the taste of you, shaking his head slightly side to side. He stays there for a few minutes bringing you to the very edge of your orgasm before stopping.
Pulling back his hands play with your ass, his eyes catching the glint from his belt buckle. An idea pops into his head. Picking up the belt he folds it in half, dragging it up your leg as he stands up. âWhat are you doing?â You turn your head to look at him and see him smirking down at you. Without saying anything to you he lifts up the belt and smacks your ass with it. You let out a yelp from the stinging sensation.
He does it once again, your yelps morphing into moans. The pain is dull or maybe you are just too focused on the way heâs kissing up your spine. His other hand grips himself, lining his dick back up to your entrance. Teeth dig into the side of your neck as he sinks into your soaked pussy. Your eyes pinch shut, mouth wide open as he keeps thrusting in.
You are enveloped in pleasure, so much so that all of your senses seem to disappear. Your ears are ringing, eyes watering from pleasure, all you can feel is him all around you and something cool around your neck. Opening your eyes was like a wake up call. You can feel the smooth leather moving around your skin as he loops it through the buckle. Lifting a hand to touch your neck confirms it all.Â
He put the belt around your neck.
Rafe wraps his hand with the excess leather, keeping a tight grip on it. He yanks a little on it to tighten it. Not enough to fully choke you but enough to make it pleasurable. He gives it another tug when he realizes you like it, causing your back to arch. Your head is practically touching his shoulder now. He moves a hand up your body to grab your face, turning it to look at him.
Once your eyes are staring back at it he speaks. âOpen your mouth.â You donât know why he even told you anything, he used his grip to pry it open anyway. Rafe spits into your open mouth, kissing you immediately after. His thrusts are increasing in pace, slamming into your hips. The familiar feeling of your orgasm washes over you, making your body convulse. Your moans are loud, tearing through your throat.
Rafe helps you through your orgasm before pulling out and stroking himself, cumming all over your ass. âOh fuck. You look so pretty like this, covered in my cum. All fucked out because of me.â Heâs mesmerized as he plays with his cum, scooping it with his fingers he brings it to your mouth. On instinct you lick them clean, moaning at the taste of him.
The sounds of a buzzing noise scares the two of you away from the moment. âThe aliens have succeeded in their plan to overrun the world. Better luck next time.â The two of you stare at each other for a moment and mutually decide to just get dressed. Rafeâs eyes move to your neck as you remove the belt. Itâs a bit red but heâs mostly focused on the teeth indents left.Â
He has a smug look on his face as you both get dressed that continues once you give him the brownies. Thank god no one was in the lobby waiting to do a room because you donât know what you would have done if there was. You couldnât even look Rafe in the eyes after what just happened. If he thought you were shy before then this was a new level.Â
Just as he was about to leave he turned back around. You are staring at the floor watching his feet to see when itâs safe to look back up. When they donât move you reluctantly look up at him. âI might have to come back here. Never knew being locked in a room could be so fun.â With that he walks out leaving you there shell shocked.
Heâs right, being locked in a room could be fun.
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can you write something about how the gang handles a really emotional Curtis sister... Like she literally doesn't even know why shes crying most of the time she just is. She is literally me
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At Dallas's groan, "Ah, here come the fuckin' waterworks again," all eyes are on you. You'd been hoping to fly under the radar, but now that seven pairs of eyes are staring at you, your tears escape hot and free down your cheeks.
"It's- I'm fine!" You insist, voice thick and choppy as you rush for the bathroom. You don't shut the door, because even if you did you know someone would have barged in. It's predictably Darry and Soda, but Two-Bit lingers in the hallway, peering in worriedly.
"You're okay, kid." Darry encourages you, a strong hand on your shoulder to help you get yourself under control, "Somethin' the matter?"
"What's with the tears, Baby Curtis?" Two asks, "Movie gettin' to 'ya?"
It's a horror movie- it's safe to say you're not sniffling over blood and guts.
"No, it's-" You sniffle, letting Sodapop tug you into his side where he's now perched on the lid of the toilet. He slings an arm around your waist and you lean gratefully into his side, thankful for the pressure of a body against yours.
"It's nothing. I don't know." You shrug helplessly, and Two smiles- kindly, not teasingly.
"You've got a condition or somethin'." He decides, traipsing back into the living room, "We oughta turn you in to a doctor, have them diagnose you with some crazy new brain condition. Maybe they could name it after you, kid."
"Yeah, Crybaby Curtis syndrome," Steve snickers, and Soda shouts a halfhearted, 'Be nice!' to his friend despite not being able to see him.
"Lay off, Steve," Johnny groans, and you hear Ponyboy chime in with a fervent, 'Yeah!' that he would have kept to himself had Johnny not led the charge. Despite having the upper hand, Ponyboy still struggles to pick fights with Steve. Usually it's a losing battle.
"Come on, kiddo." Darry urges, and Soda sticks close to your side as you shuffle back into the living room. Dallas doesn't move aside to give you your old seat back where he's stretched out over half of it, but he also doesn't protest when you throw your leg over his own to fit on the cushion.
"You've gotta man up, kid." Dally decides, snatching his cigarette out of his mouth and blowing the smoke into your face, "Can't be burstin' into tears all the time. People are gonna think you're weak."
"I am weak," You concede feebly, wiping at one last tear that streaks down your cheeks, "I don't know why it happens most'uh the time. Just does."
"Some people are just like that." Johnny smiles kindly at you, and you appreciate his sweetness, "We ain't gonna judge you."
"It'll be great for gettin' out of trouble," Sodapop grins mischieviously at you, "Just think, when you're a wild child in high school, and you're comin' home drunk at 2AM, Darry's gonna yell at you. Just flash him those teary eyes of yours and he'll get all soft for 'ya, he'll let you off real easy."
"Hey- Don't you go givin' her any ideas." Darry points a warning finger at Soda, and Ponyboy scoffs, surely jealous at the prospect of your secret weapon.
You share a secret smile with Soda, though, one that's hidden from both of your brothers. Two-Bit catches it and snorts, "Damn, Darry. I'm not itchin' to be you in a few years."
"Well then you'd better start hangin' out at your own house every once in a while," Darry glares at him, "You spend so much time here I'm gonna give you a chore on the chore chart."
"I don't even do chores at my own place," Two-Bit snickers, like the suggestion is the funniest one he's ever heard. He stretches his arm out behind your head, resting it on your far shoulder, "Just call me whenever you're goin' to those parties, Y/N, and I'll get drunker'n you, make you look like a saint in comparison."
"Dally's a saint in comparison to you, Two-Bit," Ponyboy gripes, "Just don't climb through my window expecting me to help you sneak past Darry."
"Now I mean it, boys," Darry snaps, "Don't go givin' her ideas! Conversation over."
Dallas waits all of three seconds before leaning down, tucking his face beside your ear so that he can drawl, "I'll teach you how to sneak past him if you can go without cryin' for a day."
"Deal." You hold out a pinky for him to link with his own, and if anyone else in Tulsa had offered it, they'd have gotten slugged. Instead, Dallas's finger curls around yours, and he shoots you a shit-eating grin, eyes glimmering dangerously, "24 hours, crybaby. Don't let me down."
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