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Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x F. Reader
Summary: Ben is highly against when other men hit on you
Original Prompt: Requested by anonymous | HEYYY THERE. First of all- I love your work so freaking much. Second of all- if youâre still accepting requests I was wondering if I could ask for a soldier boy x reader where theyâre out at a bar and some creepy guys hits on her?? Basically how Ben would react and everything. THANK YOU SO MUCH LOVE <333
Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: Cursing (21x) & Possessive!Ben
Authors Note: I re-wrote this I think like a handful of times cause I honestly wasnât happy with it. But now I am finally happy with it | I really hope you guys liked the way this turned out | If you liked this, donât forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome âĄ
âSo tell me why you fucking dragged me here again?â Ben asked, walking very close behind you that he might as well be attached to your back.
âHughieâs birthday,â you reminded him.
âRemind me again why he invited me?â Ben asked. âBecause we arenât really buddy-buddy babe.â
âBecause believe it or not, he doesnât hate you,â you said. âBesides, even if he didnât invite you, I would have dragged you here anyway cause he said I could bring a plus one. And you my guy, are my plus one.â
He rolled his eyes. âI seriously do not want to fucking be here. I have other things I could be doing than hanging out with your friends.â
You turned to him, cocking a brow. âLike what? Smashing bennies on our kitchen counter while you watch re-runs of M*A*S*H?â
He furrowed his brow, hating that you knew him all too well. âFuck you,â was how he chose to respond.
âFuck you too,â you smirked. âNow letâs go grandpa,â you said, taking his hand in yours and making your way to the back table where your friends probably already were.
âY/N!â Hughie exclaimed, holding a beer in his hand. âYou made it!â
âOf course I did,â you smiled; him and you exchanging hug. âI wouldnât miss actually seeing Butcher let loose,â you winked.
âYouâve seen it plenty of times luv,â he said, picking up a shot of vodka.
âYeah but, that was when strictly murder was involved,â you clarified. He shrugged his shoulders in response, knocking back the shot.
âHey. Iâm shocked you actually came,â Hughie said, gesturing toward Ben.
âShe drââ he started to say, but changed his mind when he saw you, looking at him with the biggest âdo not piss me offâ look. âWouldnât have missed it.â
âSo, whatâs everyone drinking?â You asked.
âWhite claw as usual for me. But we have beer and vodka shots too,â Annie replied, gesturing around the table as your eyes followed the drinks.
âAnyone in the mood for some rum?â You asked. âKinda in the mood for a rum and coke myself.â
âYouâre always in the mood for rum and coke,â Ben mumbled. âRum and my cocââ He mumbled again, but you quickly cut him off, not wanting him to finish his sentence.
âOkay!â You clapped. âIâm gonna go get some rum and coke. Ben, you wanna come with me?â You asked, turning in his direction.
Ben weighed his options: he could either sit at this table making small talk with your friends that he had nothing in common with, or he could go with you to the bar and maybe have the chance to convince you to have a quickie in the bathroom. âIâll come with you.â
âPerfect!â You clapped again, aggressively taking his hand as the two of you started making your way toward the bar.
As soon as you and Ben were out of ear and eyeshot, Annie was the first one to break the silence. âSo, whatâs going on with them? Because whenever I bring up their relationship she always changes the subject.â
âThey arenât in a relationship,â Butcher clarified. âNot a real one anyway.â
âI mean, friends with benefits is kind of a relationship,â Annie said. âI mean, itâs not like the two of them donât have feelings for each other ya know?â
âHow do you figure?â Butcher asked.
âYou donât see the way the two of them look at each other? Those are more than âI only fuck you cause youâre convenient eyesâ,â she explained.
âHe doesnât love her. Dont think the cunt is even capable of love,â Butcher replied, taking another shot of vodka.
âDid you actually want rum and coke or did you just want us to have some alone time?â He smirked. âCome and cock if you will.â
âWhy does everything that comes out of your mouth sound disgusting?â You asked, not nearly as disgusted as you were over a year ago when you had first met him. Because you had been around him for as long as you have, you had basically become desensitized to basically everything he had said or did. Him walking around naked? Just an average Tuesday. Him snorting coke while you make pasta? Just an average Friday.
âI thought you liked the things that came out of my mouth,â he winked.
âWe are not doing this right now,â you warned him.
âI mean we could. Your heart is beatinâ rather fast right now. And your cheeks are turning that pinkish color they usually get whenever you wanna jump me,â he smirked.
âEither go and sit down or stay quiet. Cause I donât need these random people in this bar to know about our sex life,â you whispered yelled.
âWhereâs your sense of adventure Sweetheart?â He smirked again, starting to tug on your empty belt loop on your jeans.
âBen,â you whispered through gritted teeth.
âWhat?â He asked, whispering in your ear. âItâs not like anyoneâs paying attention to us. This bar is fucking crowded.â He pulled you close, and kissed your neck; which caused you to let you a tiny moan. âThere she is,â he smirked against your skin.
âOkay. I need you to go sit down,â you said, Ben still very much kissing your neck.
âYou really want me to go and do that when we can go into the bathroom and have a good and quick fuck?â He whispered.
His offer was tempting, more tempting than you would have liked to admit. But you had to restrain yourself, at least right now â because you didnât want to get fucked in a dirty bar bathroom. âBen,â your voice stern.
He knew that voice all too well, and he immediately stopped what he was doing. âFine,â his voice annoyed. âGonna go sit by your friends.â
âBen, you can still stand here. Just keep your hands to yourself,â you told him, but he was already half way across the room. âFucking child,â you whispered, full well knowing that he would still be able to hear you.
âPain in my fucking ass,â he mumbled to himself.
âTheyâre been over there a long time,â Hughie said, trying to see over the sea of people. âOh wait! Here they come.â But instead of you and Ben coming back toward the table, it was just Ben; and everyone looked at him with slight confusion. âWhereâs Y/N?â
âGetting her rum and coke. Werenât you paying attention?â Ben slightly snapped.
âJesus,â Hughie mumbled.
âI think what he means is, I thought you were getting one with her,â Annie said.
âTrouble in paradise?â Butcher asked slightly smirking; holding up a shot of vodka for Ben to take. Ben just rolled his eyes and took the shot. âThatâs what I thought.â
âCan someone fucking move so I can sit the fuck down?â Ben asked, his voice full of annoyance.
As you waited at the bar for yours and Benâs drinks, you tapped your fingers along to the music that was playing even though it was very muffled sounding due to the immense crowd in the bar tonight. âHey little lady,â you heard a male voice say, but you ignored it, thinking that he was probably talking to the girl next to you. But then you felt an aggressive tapping on your shoulders. For a split second you thought that maybe it was Ben, but you knew he would never do something like that to you.
When you turned around, a man about a few inches taller than you stood in front of you. âYou talking to me?â You asked.
He scoffed. âYeah, who else would I be talking to pretty lady?â His words made you shudder. âCold?â
âUh yeahâŚI uhâŚI run a little cold,â you lied. Fuck, he noticed the shuddering, you thought.
âYou can borrow my jacket,â he said, starting to take off a leather jacket that reeked of menthol and cheap whiskey.
âNo Iâm good, thanks though,â you said, trying your best to be nice. âBesides, Iâd never see you again, so you would never get your jacket back.â
âSee, I fully intend on seeing you Sweetheart,â he said. âIn more ways than one,â he winked. Again, you felt your body shudder. âAre you sure you donât want my jacket? Itâs honestly really fucking hot. Kinda like you.â
Oh sweet baby Jesus, you thought. âIâm good honestly. And plus, Iâm sure my friends have a jacket I can borrow.â
âYour friends uh?â He cocked a brow. âThey as hot as you?â You honestly didnât know how to answer that, so you just stood there a little dumbfounded. âIâll tell you what, Iâll give you my number and we can meet up later for a little party.â
âI donât thinââ you started to answer.
âAnd before you say no. Iâm sure you would love it, itâs a sex party. Like uh, that Herogasm. Ever been to Herogasm?â He asked.
Of course youâve been to Herogasm; but it wasnât for pleasure on any account (as that kind of thing wasnât remotely your thing). You were strictly there to make sure things didnât go more south than they already did. âThatâs not really my ââ
âI really think youâd enjoy it,â he said. âThe guy who created it must of been such a freak.â You have no idea, you wanted to say.
âSoldier Boy,â you said, and the man looked at you with slight confusion, furrowing his brow. âCreated itâŚHeroâŚgasmâŚâ
âOh shit he did! Man, that guy is a fucking legend,â the man said. âHey, you think he would still be going to those if he didnât get killed in that nuclear thing in Ohio back in the eighties?â
âI honestly wouldnât know,â you said, starting to actually get embarrassed.
âAnyway, enough about that guy. Have you ever had a threesome?â He asked, abruptly changing the subject.
âHey Sugar,â you heard Ben say from behind you.
âGet in line pal,â the guy said. âSheâs with me.â
Ben raised a brow out of amusement. âOh she is, is she?â
âYeah andâhey, has anyone ever told you that you kinda look like Soldier Boy? Man, he was my favorite,â the man said. If Benâs ego couldnât get any higherâŚ
âHe gets that a lot,â you chimed in.
âShit, you two know each other?â The man said, looking back and forth between you and Ben.
âYeah,â Ben said. âWeâre real familiar with each other. So why donât you scam before I break your nose for hitting on my girlfriend here?â
The man couldnât help himself but scoff. âGirlfriend? Dude, you wish.â Oh no.
âExcuse me?â Ben asked. âI donât think I heard you quite right.â
âOf course you didnât, cause youâre an old, fucking ââ
Benâs hands went into fists, and you felt him start to push past you, but you stopped him by pressing a firm hand on his chest, which was starting to get unbelievably hot. âLetâs go sit down. Annie just texted me asking me where we are.â
The drinks that the bartender made you and Ben got slid toward you, and you picked them up, attempting to hand a glass for him to hold to replace one of his fists. âDonât wanna worry her now would we?â Ben said, his voice still full of anger, but it was attempting to sound calm.
âYouâre pissed at me arenât you?â Ben asked, as the two of you started making your way toward the table.
âWhy do you think Iâm pissed at you?â You questioned.
âBecause I didnât let you handle that yourself,â he answered. âI know youâre all about feminism or whatever, but I didnât like the way he was talking to you.â
âI admit what you did was slightly more alpha than I would have liked but, Iâm not remotely pissed at you,â you told him. âIt was kindaâŚhot actually,â you confessed. âIâm just more intrigued by the choice of words you used.â
âWhat words?â He raised a brow, the two of you stopping in your tracks mere feet away from the table.
âThe fact that you called me your girlfriend,â you said. âYou could have just said friend, but you choose to use the word girlfriend.â
âJesus Christ,â he rolled his eyes. âWe are not having this conversation now.â
âBut you can grope me in a crowded bar?â You asked, cocking your head.
âThatâs different,â he said.
âH-okay, Iâm not gonna touch that. But seriously? I think we should really talk about this at some point because youâve been doing that a lot lately,â you said.
âDoing what?â It was his turn to cock his head, and look at you with slight confusion.
âCalling me your girlfriend,â you stated.
He rolled his eyes again. âTell me one time before this time that I called you my girlfriend.â
âLiterally yesterday,â you responded all too quickly.
âBecause some creep was hitting on you. To be fair, you call me your boyfriend,â he said, trying to turn this conversation in his favor somehow.
âI have never once called you my boyfriend,â you stated.
âYou did. Yesterday when you were on the phone with your mom,â he told you.
âA conversation that I told you not to listen in on might I add,â you retorted.
âOkay, thatâs besides the point. Point is ââ
âLook, Iâm gonna make this simple. Do you want me to be your actual girlfriend or not?â You asked bluntly, cutting him off.
âWhat?â He asked, for some reason acting like he was confused.
"I'm tired of beating around the bush okay? We like fucking, we already live together, and we genuinely like spending time with each other. So, why not just make things official?" Ben knew that you had a point. "So, do you want to be my boyfriend or not?"
"Yes," he replied, sounding slightly annoyed.
"What?" You asked, sighing.
"I wanted to be the one to ask," he mumbled.
"Fucking Christ," you mumbled.
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Witches' Brouhaha
Summary: Ari saves you from a real-life fright on Halloween night...
Warnings: Mature Themes, Smut, Ari Being A Menace, Drunk/Abusive Asshole, Mildly Racist/Xenophobic Language, Mentions of Domestic Violence, Angry/Protective Ari, Physical Violence, Face Slapping, Wrestling, Manhandling, Oral Sex (Male rec), Cum Swallowing, Allusions to P in V Sex, Cursing, Minors DNI
A/N: Part my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!
âWell, this should be the last of it.â You huff, setting a box of decorations and spare prizes down on the desk in the back of your shop. Wiping your hands on your gown, you turn around just in time to avoid colliding with your friend, Marisol Gonzalez, as she carries in several oversized event posters.Â
âSorry! Cominâ through.â She breezes by you, doing her best not to trip over the hem of her dress.
âJust lean them against the wall.â You tell her, stretching your arms above your head. âYeah, right there is fine.â
Tonightâs Spooktacular Soiree at the local library had been an overwhelming success. Youâd co-hosted the event with Marisol, who also happened to be the town librarian. While it was true that she was a couple years younger than you, you two had become fast friends over the past few months. And when sheâd pitched this idea to you over coffee at the end of the summer, youâd known immediately that you wanted to be a part of it.Â
It was a family friendly event, complete with music and games, dancing, a costume contest and, of course, books. Tons and tons of books. Talk about a perfect way to spend your Halloween. And you couldnât have been more pleased with the turnout.Â
Which was why, after numerous requests, you were already planning on doing the same thing again next year. Matter of fact, you two are so excited by the prospect, that youâre already discussing ideas when Ari walks in.Â
âSo, word on the street is that tonight was a smashing success.â You immediately perk up at the sound of him joining you in your office. âNot that I expected anything less from the Wicked Witch of the West and Cleopatra.â The handsome bounty hunter tosses a wink your way.Â
âActually, Iâm dressed as Nefertiti.â Marisol corrects him with a smile.
âMy mistake.â He amends before reaching for your hand to press a soft kiss to your knuckles.
âEh, no biggie. I gave up trying to explain it to people about an hour into the party anyway.â She tells him with a shrug. âHey, chica. Should we go check to make sure we got everything out of your car?â
âYeah.â You sigh before standing up and offering Ari your chair.Â
âNeed some help, ladies?â Â
âNah. We got it.â You reassure him, rising on your toes to kiss his cheek. âJust keep my seat warm for me, okay?â
âYes, maâam.â He gifts you with a lazy smile as he slides into your chair, crossing his legs at the ankles. "Hurry back now."
After triple checking that youâve gotten everything out of your vehicle, you and Marisol return to the warmth and comfort of Baubles & Quills. Still riding the high of tonightâs success, youâre actually in the middle of showing off a new display when you hear the chime of your front door opening behind you.Â
âSorry, but weâre closed. Come back tomorrowâŚâ The words die on your lips the moment you see who the hell just waltzed into your shop holding a bulging pillowcase.Â
Although youâre not exactly sure who you were expecting, it was safe to say that this was the last person you wanted to see â especially on a night like tonight. Because standing before you is a man by the name of Dale Edwards.
And it becomes alarmingly clear that heâs drunk as fucking skunk.
âDale.â You begin, keeping your voice calm and even. âWeâre closed right now. Iâm afraid youâll have to come back tomorrow.â
âHell naw.â The pudgy man slurs. âIâIâŚdrove all the way here to deal with your ass now.â His murky gaze strays over Marisol, as if he just realized that you werenât alone. âAnd when Iâm done with you, Iâma call immigration on Gaudilupe here. Let âem know they might want to stop by for a visit.â
Your mouth falls open in shock as Marisol audibly gasps. Even though she spoke with a hint of an accent, the woman was as much of a citizen as you were. Not that she owed anyone an explanation.
Least of all him.
âGet out or Iâm calling the cops.â You threaten, wishing you were standing near your panic button.
âGo ahead.â Dale snarls, spittle flying from his mouth. âAnd Iâll tell âem that I wanna press charges against the bitches who tried to corrupt my daughters by giving them pornography!â
âNow that is an absolute lie, Mr. Edwards!â The sweet librarian exclaims. âYou know we would never do something like that.â
âYeah? Well, IâŚâ He shakes his head in an effort to regroup. âI went through their rooms. Got all the eviâevidence right here.â The man shakes the bag. âAnd I know you tried it again tonight. With families!â His voice grows louder with each word. âOffering candy like you ainât just invited 'em to dance with the Devil!â
Oh good God, this was not going well.
âMarisol.â You whisper as you look around for a weapon. âThere should be a phone right there next to the register. Grab it and dial 911.âÂ
Unfortunately for you, you make the mistake of taking your eyes off the man for two seconds. Which is why you miss the moment Dale reaches his hand into his bag before chucking the contents in your direction.
Drunk or not, the man proves to have good aim. Which is something you find out the hard way when several pieces of hard candy manage to graze your left cheek, making you scream.
Thankfully, it doesnât hurt. Much.
Momentarily stunned, all you can do is stare back at him, mouth open, as you try to process what the hell had just happened.Â
Because had this man really just thrown a fistful of candy at you? At ten oâclock on Halloween night?
âWhat the actual fuckâ?â Is all you can manage before turning your head to look at Marisolâs equally shocked expression. Â
âUm, DaleâŚI mean Mr. EdwardsâŚI think itâs time you left now.â The sweet librarian tries, holding the phone tighter to her chest.Â
âI ainât goinâ nowhere.â He snarls at the same time as one of his pudgy hands grabs ahold of your discount book rack, knocking it over, sending almost two dozen of your precious books crashing to the ground. âIn fact, I think itâs high time someone put the fear of God into you two bitchââ Dale falters suddenly, his spine going ramrod straight at the sound of another manâs voice joining the fray.Â
A voice that belonged to Ari.
In all the commotion, youâd completely forgotten that he was here â peacefully minding his business while he waited for you to join him in the back of your shop.Â
âJust what in the hell is goinâ on out here?â You find yourself breathing a sigh of relief as your bounty hunterâs deep baritone washes over you like a balm.
âD-Dale was just leaving.â You tell him, sparing a quick glance over your shoulder to offer up a reassuring smile.
âOf course he was.â Ari agrees, jamming his hands into the pockets of jeans. âAnd as soon as he cleans up his mess, Mr. Edwards can be on his way.â
âI ainât doinâ shit!â The angry man hisses at the same time as you eek out the nervous âthatâs okayâ.
However, Ari doesnât really seem all that in the mood to listen. Not after what he just witnessed before you realized he was standing there. In fact, the only reason he hadnât already personally introduced this drunken asshole to every goddamned wall in your store was because he didnât want to cause anymore unnecessary damage.
But that also didnât mean he wouldnât.
Heâs by your side in seconds, his eyes never once leaving the other maleâs disgruntled form as his long legs eat up the space between you.Â
âYou okay, Marisol?â He asks, not bothering to hide the tick in his jaw.Â
âIâIâm fine, Mr. Levinson.âÂ
âGlad to hear it, darlinâ.â The bounty hunter takes a second to roll his shoulders, cracking his neck as he does. âDo me a favor. Take that box to the back and ring Bellâs Creek PD for me, would ya? Tell âem weâve got a buddy here waiting for pick up. Go on, now.â He tacks on the last bit when he notices the young librarian hesitate briefly.
She hustles away with a nod. And although she tries to hide it, Ari doesnât miss the way her lower lip starts to tremble as she makes her way to safety. Shit sets his teeth on edge. So much so, that he doesnât speak again until heâs confident sheâs out of earshot.
âGotta be honest, fella, Iâm about two seconds from breaking your fuckinâ jaw.â
âItâs okay, Ari. Really.â You try once more, bending your knees so you can begin collecting the candy littering your floor. âI canâŚIâll tidy this up.â
âBaby.â The danger laced in his silky tone has you halting your movements almost immediately. âDonât you fuckinâ dare.â Once heâs confident heâs gotten your attention, he returns his attention back to the man at the heart of this disruption.Â
âYou know what I hate, Dale?â The man at your side grunts, pushing up the sleeves of his thermal to reveal his brawny forearms.Â
âThis here ainât none of your business, Levinson.â Your aggressor hisses, spittle flying from his lips. âHell! This ainât even your town.â
âMen who act like bullies once theyâve got a little drink in âem.â Ari shrugs, continuing on as if he hadnât spoken. âEspecially with women. Really pisses me the fuck off.âÂ
Itâs only then that one of his hands goes to grip your chin, forcing you to meet his stormy gaze. While he was almost certain that you werenât hurt, you knew there was a part of him that needed to see for himself. And although itâs hard, you manage to resist the urge to lean into his touch.Â
âI run my house, okay? Iââ Dale wobbles to the left before finding his balance. âI am the king of my goddamned castle and I donât want my family readinâ any of the trash these two like to peddle.â He rails, pointing an accusatory finger at you. âHave you seen âem, Levinson? Weâre talkinâ stories about women openly fornicatinâ with all kinds of creatures! Demons and vampires, an-and werewolves. Why, they might as well beâŚbeâŚlayinâ with dogs!âÂ
âOh go to hell!â You snort, unable to catch the words before they come tumbling out of your mouth. âYou seriously just insulted the entire genre of paranormal romance!â
âEasy, Bird.â Ari murmurs, even as you bristle.
 âYou and Guadalupe over there are out here promotinâ beastiality. Iâve seen it on the cover of those damned books. The same ones I caught my girls readinâ!â
Gritting your teeth, you close your eyes and force yourself to take a deep breath. Itâs not like youâd forced those books on his girls, both of whom were 19 and 22 respectively. They were romance novel junkies, just like you. And you couldnât be more proud that youâd turned them onto authors like Kresley Cole, Jeaniene Frost, and Nalini Singh.
But deep down you also knew there was no use in arguing with this man. All you really wanted was him out of your store so you could finally lock-up and go home.Â
âLook Dale, youâre drunk. I can see it and I can most definitely smell it.â Your fingers come up to pinch the bridge of your nose. âIf you leave now, I promise I wonât press charges.âÂ
Which means your poor wife wonât be stuck bailing you out of jail. Again. Although youâre smart enough to leave that last part unsaid.
âI ainât leavinâ until Iâve made my point.â Dale grunts, kicking at one of your fallen books. You grimace when you notice the way his boot rips the cover, nearly tearing it in half. âThis filth ainât welcome in my town.â Â
âJesus Christ, you moron - the police are already on their fucking way so itâs your goddamned funeral!â You screech, throwing your hands up in the air.Â
âHow âbout you shut your whore mouth before I ââ Unfortunately for him, Dale doesnât get the chance to finish his sentence.Â
Moving with a speed that belies his size, you can only watch in what feels like slow motion your bounty hunter strikes. Slapping the other man dead in his mouth with enough force to send him staggering backwards.Â
âLet that be the last time I hear you disrespect this young lady.â Ari rumbles, the fierce sound coming from somewhere deep in his chest. âAnd her shop.â
âI think you cracked my tooth!â He wails, clutching at his injured jaw. âAnd all over this bitch and herâah fuck!â You canât help but wince when his drunken stream of consciousness is interrupted once more when Ari slaps him in the mouth for yet the second time.
âNow what the fuck did I just say, Dale?â His dark chuckle makes you shiver. âNope â eyes on me, buddy. There we go.â Your bounty hunter does a quick side step, using his big body to shield you from view. Â
Feeling a bit dizzy, you lightly grip the back of your manâs shirt as you silently will your pulse to settle down. It had been awhile since youâd seen Ari like this. The last time heâd gotten physical with another man over you had been back at the local tavern. The night you credited with jumpstarting your relationship.Â
A pained noise escapes Daleâs throat as he takes another step backwards. And then, wouldnât you know it? That motherfucker has the nerve to spit out a broken tooth. The sound of it hitting your hardwood floor seems to echo throughout the store.
âI reckon youâre gonna want to see a dentist about that.â Comes the lawmanâs cheeky response before he turns to you.Â
Smiling down at you, heâs actually in the middle of instructing you to go check on Marisol when a hard covered tome connects with the side of his head. But to your surprise, Ari doesnât even so much as flinch.Â
In fact, he barely reacts at all. At least not until the guy tries to tackle him, sending them both flying and you scrambling out of the way. Any real worry for your man fades when you see him quickly regain the upper hand. He lands a solid blow to the pudgy manâs kidney before pinning him to the floor with a knee in his back, his right arm trussed up in a way that looks mighty uncomfortable.Â
âFuck you, asshole!â Dale squeals, belatedly reminding you of a stuck pig. âFight meâŚâ He wheezes. âLike aâlike a man!â
âDale, if I fought you like a man weâd be callinâ you an ambulance right about now.â Ari snarls before twisting the other manâs arm hard enough to make his bones snap. It only makes the man squeal louder. âNow apologize to my lady for making an absolute ass out of yourself tonight. And it had better be fuckinâ good, or I swear Iâm gonna do a hell of a lot worse than a bruised kidney and dislocated shoulder.âÂ
Seeing your man like this, acting so protective and possessive over you and your shopwas doing funny things to those damned butterflies in your belly. Although you liked to think that you were more than capable of handling yourself, knowing that you had a man in your life who wouldnât think twice about defending your honor made you feel so unbelievably loved and cherished.
It also made you wet as fuck.Â
As your thoughts take an increasingly naughty turn, you get so caught up in the heat pooling between your thighs that you almost miss whatâs transpiring in front of you. Key word: almost.
âI donât think she heard you, Dale.â You watch as the man continues to thrash in Ariâs hold, his pathetic mewls of pain falling on deaf ears. âHow bout you try that again?â
âIâm sorry!âÂ
Covering your mouth with your hand, all you can do is nod. Seconds later, flashing red and blue lights capture your attention as two squad cars pull into your parking lot.
Frankly, it was about damn time.Â
Youâre so grateful when Deputy Milton and another officer come waltzing through your front door. Just as Marisol makes her way back into your lobby.Â
Milton frowns the moment he catches sight of her. While you had suspected that he might have a thing for the young librarian, his reaction only seemed to confirm it. Because you honestly couldnât remember the last time you saw him angry before today.
âWe got a call about a disturbance?â The Deputy surveys the scene, his frown growing more pronounced at the sight of the books and candy strewn across the ground. âWould you happen to know anything about that, Dale?â
His response comes out muffled. Not that it really matters any.
âI already informed Mr. Edwards that you boys would be more than happy to escort him back to the station.â Comes Ariâs gruff reply. âAs soon as he cleans up his mess.â
âYou know, I think the owner of this establishment would really appreciate that.â Milton cheekily turns to the officer at his side. âRight, Elkins?â
âI reckon itâs the only gentlemanly thing to do.â Officer Elkins pauses to wave at Marisol before continuing. âMs. Gonzalez mentioned something about you both being assaulted. Would either of you ladies like press charges?â
You both shake your head no. If anything, you were pretty sure that Marisol wanted this whole nightmare to be over the same as you.Â
âAlright. Guess that makes today your lucky day, then. Huh, Dale?â The officer hauls the man to his feet once Ari releases him. âNow, Iâd get to cleaninâ if I was you. Iâm anxious to get back to the supper I left behind at the station.â
 âYou canât beâŚâ The man sucks in a harsh breath. âThat guy just broke my tooth and you expect me toâŚtoâŚâ
âClean up your mess?â Milton helpfully supplies. âAbsolutely.â All three men chime at the same time.
âAnd when youâre done, weâll escort you to your room. Iâll let you know right now that it ainât the Marriott, but I suppose itâs better than the cold, hard ground.â The deputy muses with a shrug. âMariam kicked you out after this latest episode. Canât say I blame her after what you did to her face.â
âOh my God.â You murmur, wrapping your arms around Ariâs trim waist. âIs she okay?â
âEh.â Milton casts a sideways glare at Dale, silently warning him that he better get a move-on. Or else. âShe walked away from tonight with a couple stitches. And possibly one hell of a wake-up call.â
You decide youâre better off remaining silent as haggard-looking Dale Edwards begins collecting the books heâd upended. And you remain that way even as he begins haphazardly stacking them back on the shelf.
Which was fine. Youâd simply fix it tomorrow.
Next he moves to pick the candy heâd thrown at you. A soft sigh escapes you when you feel your manâs warm, lightly calloused palm come to rest on the back of your neck, giving you a reassuring squeeze.Â
The entire process takes a little longer than it should, but given that the man is obviously inebriated, nobody sees fit to complain.Â
Eventually, the task is complete. And a defeated Dale is led away in cuffs before being placed in the back of Elkinsâ squad car.
Good riddance.
And when you offer to give Marisol a ride home, youâre not the least bit surprised youâre intercepted by Milton, who eagerly agrees to escort the traumatized woman home. Theyâre out the door a few moments later, leaving you alone with Ari.Â
âWell shit.â He chuckles, his hand coming up to gently massage his shoulder as he watches you secure the lock. âThat wasâŚsomethinâ.âÂ
Instead of agreeing, you silently turn to face him, your hands resting on your hips. After all of that commotion, you had just one thing on your mind. And you werenât going to let this man out of your store until you got it.Â
âIt probably wouldnât hurt to break out the vacuum, Duchess. I can go grab it if youââÂ
You cut him off a look before grabbing a fistful of his shirt, tugging his head down to your level to capture his lips in a kiss. Swallowing his surprised gasp, you canât help the moan of appreciation you let out when he grabs your ass â hauling you even closer to his muscled body.Â
âFuck that.â You hiss, nipping at his plump bottom lip. âDonât wanna vacuum.â Needing to taste more of him, you ultimately abandon his mouth in favor of kissing your way along his bearded jaw.Â
Heâd made a man bleed for you tonight. And words simply could not express just how horny that made you.Â
âOh yeah?â One of his large hands winds its way into your curls, wrenching your head back so that he can take control. âThen what do you want?â His eager tongue sweeps past your lips to dance with yours as he grinds his rapidly hardening cock against your belly.Â
âYou.â Comes your heated growl as you force him backwards. âI want you.â
Ari doesnât protest when his back collides against the wall, or when you all but rip the shirt from his body. In fact, he fucking loves it. Although he might not be sure exactly what he did to make you act so goddamned feral, heâll be damned before you ever hear him complain.Â
âIâm right here, baby.âÂ
âNeed more.â You hardly recognize the sound of your own voice.Â
A wave of pure feminine satisfaction courses through you when you feel his big body shudder beneath your touch, his soft groan of pleasure driving you even closer to the brink. You rain sweet, hot kisses down the hard expanse of his chest, only pausing your ministrations long enough to give into the temptation to bite his left nipple, before continuing to move lower.
Right now, you were a woman on a mission. And nothing was going to stop you from reaching your intended destination. His turbulent blue eyes darken as they follow the path of your nails gliding along the ridges of his abs, causing goosebumps to rise across his tanned skin.
âThank you for always protecting me.â
âFuck! Always.â He grits out through clenched teeth.
Raw hunger fills you the moment you finally reach the fastening of his jeans. You quickly undo the buttons before dropping to your knees to undo the zipper of his fly with your teeth, making your intentions clear.Â
âIs this what you want, baby?â Your bounty hunter rasps, tangling his fingers in your hair once again. âThis what you need right now?â
Meeting his gaze, you nod. Tonight, this man had unlocked something primal inside of you. And at this moment you wanted the taste of this man on your tongue more than anything. It takes you no time to free his impressive member from the confines of his pants before shoving them down his hair covered thighs.
Later, you might allow yourself to be embarrassed by the sound of appreciation the bubbles itâs way past your lips. But not tonight. Refusing to break eye contact, you wrap a hand around his girth as your head dips to lap up a salty bead of precum. A familiar warmth pools in your belly as your core spasms with need.Â
Ariâs chin tips back on a groan when you draw him into your mouth at the same time as you begin working him up and down with your hand. His fingers dig into your scalp as he spurs you on, loving the little noises you make as you greedily suck him off.Â
âThatâs it, baby. My good fuckinâ girl.âÂ
Emboldened by his response, you increase your pace, hollowing your cheeks with every bob of your head. Itâs damn near impossible to take all of him â he was much too big. But youâd been practicing.Â
Thankfully, your bounty hunter had proven to be a patient man. He never complained whenever you decided you wanted to practice.Â
Youâre rewarded for your efforts when you feel your manâs hips begin to move in time with your rhythm, damn near choking you in the process. But Ari doesnât stop. Your pretty little mouth feels too goddamned good right now for him to even dream of it.Â
âAh shit, Duchess.â He chuckles when you gag around him for the second time. âI know you love it like this. My girl loves chokinâ on my fat dick. Donât you?â You try to respond as your eyes begin to water, your mascara running down your cheeks.Â
âMmph!â Your free hand moves to cup his heavy sac, kneading and massaging as you continue to devour him. And then your mouth moves lower, briefly sucking on his balls in a move that has him rocking back on his heels. In response, Ari readjusts his grip on your curls, forcing himself deeper down your throat. Having anticipated this, you do your damndest to control your response by breathing through your nose.Â
It works like a charm.
âFuck, baby.â His eyes roll back in his head as his impending orgasm threatens to overtake him. âKeepâkeep meâoh fuck!â
And you were determined to take it all. You were gonna swallow him down like he was your favorite treat. Because letâs be honest, youâd come to crave him just as much as he craved you.
âCum, Beast.â You purr, swirling your tongue around the plump mushroom head. Once. Twice. âFucking cum for me.â You allow the wet heat of your mouth to engulf him once more, not missing the way his body begins to tremble beneath you.
He continues to thrust, his breathing becoming more labored as his movements grow increasingly erratic. He was so close. So goddamned close. You knew it. And so did he.
âGive it to me, baby.â You beg between deep, ragged breaths, no longer caring about how desperate you sound. âGag me. Make me choke on it.â Your thighs clench together as the heady thrum of pleasure dances along your skin.Â
And as Ari always liked to say, your wish was his command.Â
âFUCK!â He roars as he rears back, forcing you to take him to the hilt as jet after jet of his seed pumps its way down your throat.Â
Once again youâre forced to rely on breathing through your nose until heâs finished, making a show of swallowing him down. And then you lick your lips, not wanting to miss a drop of your manâs salty goodness.
Like the good girl you are, you remain on your knees as you patiently wait for him to recover. You knew without having to check that your panties were positively ruined. That came as no surprise.Â
âHappy Halloween, Beast.â You murmur, nuzzling your nose against his still half-hard cock.Â
âOh yeah.â He responds with a quiet chuckle before gently cupping your chin. âYou sure youâre okay, little Bird?â Your eyes flutter closed as he smooths the pad of his thumb along your bottom lip.Â
âYeah.â You find yourself leaning into his touch, feeling safer and more protected than ever before.
âGood.âÂ
You watch as he rests his head against the wall, his big body now fully relaxed. But youâre not done with this man yet. Not by a long shot. Which is why you donât bother trying to hide the impish grin that spreads across your features as you reach for his dick once more.Â
âBut I bet Iâll be even better once you fuck me.âÂ
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STRESS
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>After long missions Ben is obviously stressed. What else can you do if not help him?
warnings/notes: smut, minors dni! oral (m receiving), female reader but there aren't many real descriptions other than calling reader a "heroine", no usage of y/n, no proofread I'm gonna die, ben is being canonically really rough, but there's just a bit of his softer side i wish was there in canon so maybe ooc, supe!reader, reader is a second captain of payback (like starlight in the third season but no parallels between starlight & homelander and reader & soldier boy)
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It hadn't been a hard day, not even a hard week, it had been going on for a hell of a long time. Everyone was on edge, even Tessa and Tommy were exhausted, and if all those missions, he filming of that stupid movie Legend had insisted on, could exhaust the twins, whose energy had always burned like dynamite, pun intended, then obviously no one had any energy at all.
People deal with stress in different ways. Some people try to abstract themselves from society - that's what Mindstorm did, and something in you told him that if he missed one more training session, then as soon as his coat even looms in Soldier Boy's peripheral vision, Dan would be dead.
Some were trying to forget themselves in training, and some were trying to beat the crap out of them in training. And you, as co-captain of this incorrigible team, as a supe who still had some humanity left in her, it was unbearably painful to watch Ben take it out on the others. But not at you, of course. Of course not at you, you were fucking special.
For instance, you were special when you sat between his legs in the meeting room.
No, don't think anything terrible, Ben wasn't the kind of man who would force a woman to do something like that, after all, he may have been a bastard, a misogynist and...a lot of other bad things, but he was a real man of his time - or at least he thought he was. In his opinion, it was much more manly to get a woman to fall at his feet - in this case, literally.
No, it's just that after he almost smashed Black Noir's head on the table during today's meeting, you had no doubt that he could use some stress relief.
And who, if not the second captain of the Payback, America's No. 1 heroine, on a par with the Statue of Liberty, could help him, America's greatest hero, become even a little more forgiving? The answer was obvious: no one. Did you do it out of fear, Stockholm syndrome, or because the only humanity left in you somehow cherished the bastard? It wasn't that important. Not now, anyway.
Not when his big hand was clutching your hair, painfully pulling back and literally slamming your head into his lap again and again. His cock slammed into your throat with a sharp and tremendous pressure, and somewhere through the veil of your own pleasure in the process you could hear his absolutely animalistic growl. Well, knowing that you could bring him to such a primitive state fueled so much pride in your chest that you obviously grew bolder.
You could grip his shaft lightly with your teeth, which made your hair pull back especially hard, forcing you to let go of his length from your mouth. You only laughed, and Ben only feigned annoyance.
And just a few moments after that, he's back to exhaling your name gutturally, stretching the "r" sound especially hard when he says you're his "good girl". And soon enough, Ben's grip on your curls tightens, and he's moving your head at an unsteady pace in pursuit of his pleasure alone. You suppress your gag reflexes, because to your great surprise, not only he likes it, but you as well. You were definitely a masochist.
His growls, guttural moans, and sloppy grunts mingled with your whimpers and the wet slapping of your face against his heated skin. How strange was it that you were ready to cum now without even touching your needy slit with your fingertips, just from the feel of his huge length in your mouth? It was probably very strange, but you didn't have that thought in your head, or any other, God, Ben had literally fucked the shit out of your brain, because all your sick mind was thinking about was his voice, his face, his hands, just fucking him. Thrust, thrust, another thrust--
He stops abruptly, apparently not wanting to end it like this. Soldier Boy lets go of your hair, pats your head approvingly (a rare sign of tenderness on his part!) and then takes up the locks again to lift your face off his still-hard cock, glistening in a mixture of pre-ejaculate and your saliva. He grins smugly, taking your chin with his finger. Judging by the fact that he's even allowed himself that smirk, some of his stress is already gone. But this is not enough.
"Get up, love. And sit on the table," he growls, lifting you off your lap as you almost hit your head on the edge of the table, and Ben lowers himself to you, pressing his lips dangerously close to yours in a scalding kiss. His lips taste gross, a mixture of expensive whiskey, weed, and smoke, but you grasp the taste with your whole life line. But before you can even open your mouth to his tongue, Ben soon pulls away, biting your bottom lip.
"I'm not going to end this with you so easily."
a/n: of course know this man is huge asshole and i hate him with all of my heart but your honor he's played by jensen ackles so he can be pardoned. idk what was the last time i written smut tbh
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đš Gentlemanly | Ace Trappola x Reader x Deuce Spade
>> requested: yes, by @v-anrouge >> a/n: this started better than it ended
>> masterlist: here!! , 1.6k follower event >> summary: COMET : following the sidewalk rule >> reader prns: they/them >> warning(s): deuce uses the pet name 'love' once
You have no problems going on walks with Ace and Deuce. It might be some of the best time spent during your day, since you get to see the both of them and (usually) they don't fight.
Yet you seem to always get pushed to the walls of the shops you three are passing. Either that or you're smashed in between the two of them.
So you decide that you have to stand on the outside of the sidewalk. Just once, in order to give them the same feeling that you get every time you're pushed inward.
Stepping out onto the sidewalk, it's easy for you to direct the way Deuce and Ace walk (they follow you around anyway, so it really isn't any different). But when you take the outside of the sidewalk, problems arise almost instantaneously.
Deuce, who's walking next to you, reaches over and interlaces your fingers with his own and starts to drift closer to the buildings.
Ace stops, making you stop too, and says "My shoelace is untied, keep going without me."
Deuce continues, slightly pulling you along. But when you catch a glimpse, you notice Ace's shoes are still tied, and he's just bending down to fidget with the laces. After you take a couple steps, Ace is quick to catch up to the two of you, cruising up to walk next to you, sandwiching you in between the two of them.
"Why do you guys always do that?" you finally ask.
"Do what?" Deuce inquires, squeezing your hand lightly.
"Always stand on the outside of the sidewalk," you elaborate.
"I dunno what you're talking about," Ace shrugs, giving you a sly smile. He knows exactly what you're talking about.
"You just did it right now," you point out, trying to get your point across.
"Nuh uh."
"Yes huh!"
"Nope!"
You grumble.
"It's alright, love." Deuce says, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. "We're just trying to be... gentlemanly."
"That's hilarious, I think," you almost snort, thinking about Deuce and Aceâthe two bickering idiotsâbeing somewhat gentlemanly.
"Making fun of us now?" Ace inquires.
"Possibly."
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You know that scene in John Wick 2 where he (John Wick) gets hit by a car and then he immediately fights the assassin driving that car, Cassian, and then they battle for like sixty minutes on the streets of Rome, shooting over cars, knife fighting, falling down a whole flight of stairs, and then grappling and grabbing each other on the cobblestones, yelling and grunting like a bunch of dudes having good old fashioned fun, and then finally they end up smashing right through a window and coincidentally landing in the assassin hotel "safe area" where they're not allowed to fight anymore...
and then they go and have a drink together?
I thought they should've fucked.
So I wrote a book about assassins who do that sort of thing regularly. Check it out here.
But I added what the scene was lacking, besides the fucking part...
Demons.
The scene for anyone who doesn't remember or doesn't know it.
This book has:
an improbable amount of badass, LGBT, demon summoning assassins (the absolute best of the best being transgender).
a scott pilgrim style plot, involving one pansexual demon summoner having to fight all 7 of his exes for the sake of his newest contract.
a nonbinary weather controlling demon, trapped on earth. also, one of the exes.
a blind smartass with a nasty mouth and nastier eye-related powers.
a city on the brink of annihilation, trapped by forces unseen and unheard and unknowable.
the most bombastic and ridiculous magic system ever constructed by man.
and maybe...just maybe...an angsty gay time loop romance (the best narrative trope) but you didn't hear that from me.
It's dark, it's humorous, it's romantic, it's riddled with absolutely insane fight scenes, and most importantly...
It's unabashedly queer and unrealistic and silly and yearn-y.
And I'd really appreciate if you'd help an indie author out, with a sale or a reblog! Agents and publishers told me that it was too queer for regular audiences...and that the concept was just not very compelling.
They might be right, but it still had to exist. I still had to make it, anyway. You know. You have to make the art that you want to see in the world.
Anyway.
Sorry for the long post...you can check out my website for future releases.
And last thing: Character commission of the MC, our lovably slutty pansexual assassin SebastiĂĄn Monterey:
And cheers! Sorry for the long post. Have a good night.
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Sherlock & Co Headcanons
This list got SO LONG, SO QUICKLY, but here y'all are. Nobody asked, but I sure as hell will deliver.
Sherlock comes into John's room at night sometimes when he can't sleep. John lets him snuggle up in bed and wraps his arms around him like a koala, and - as long as John's breathing is acceptable - Sherlock falls swiftly asleep to the rise and fall of his chest. After a few times, Sherlock observes a notable decrease in John's nightmares and starts joining him in bed more often, even when he's not tired.
Mariana is one of those rare people who Microsoft Excel gets along with. She has magic powers for sure.
YOU GET A QPR, YOU GET A QPR, EVERYBODY GETS A QPR
On the topic of google docs in the latest episode, Sherlock's gmail is a random string of numbers like a default wifi password because "[email protected]" was taken and that was obviously the next possible option. Mariana's job is infinitely harder because of this.
They have movie nights.
John tried once to get the others into football. Neither of them saw the appeal of it but they watched a game with him anyway out of some strange obligation and a hefty amount of coercion. Also there was popcorn. The joy John radiated when Swindon Town scored a goal was absolutely worth it all.
Carol Watson ships it.
CANE USER JOHN CANE USER JOHN CANE USER JOHN
John hates using his cane, like genuinely loathes it. He's convinced he'll get looks for it or seem like he's faking. And what would Mariana and Sherlock think about him as a colleague?? One morning, though, after a particularly physically taxing case, he woke to an awful flare up. When he reluctantly swiped the cane from the corner where it had been gathering dust so far and made his way into the kitchen for breakfast, Mariana and Sherlock didn't even bat an eye - Mariana did ask if he'd like to sit down while she made him toast, which he gratefully accepted. Archie did try to gnaw on it, though. He uses the cane a bit more often, now.
John and Mariana learned BSL for Sherlock's bad days. They have intricate and heated discussions from across the room entirely in sign language when others are around and nobody can understand them. It's hilarious to watch - well, hilarious from their perspective, at least.
They fall asleep on the couch an inordinate number of times.
One time, Sherlock made John and Mariana breakfast. The two of them spent a very long time trying to figure out whether he was high, delusional, or both.
Clients are generally confused by the whole trio's relationship dynamic. Slay. That's exactly what they're going for.
Honestly I'm 100% vibing with the poly hcs going around. Consider: poly qpr???
Short king John. You agree. Reblog.
Mariana consistently steps out of the flat looking drop down gorgeous because she's awesome like that, whereas Sherlock looks like he's just been dragged out of bed (he probably has been) and John exclaims in pleasant amusement whenever he finds bits of his breakfast in his stubble. They make the perfect trio.
Sherlock is tall enough to rest his chin on top of John's head. He does it like some sort of clingy cat whenever he's tired and John's back is turned. It's adorable. He's recently been experimenting with slinking his arms around John's waist as he does so, yielding gentle chuckles that he feels rather than hears. The results have been a smashing success.
Mariana was school captain.
John drinks juice straight from the carton like a heathen (which is fine because Sherlock hates the stuff - the pulp gets stuck in his teeth - and Mariana has her own food downstairs).
Sherlock really does play the violin at horrific hours. The neighbors hate him, but it actually puts John to sleep when he's not playing the violent, jerky melodies of a tricky case.
Sherlock and Victor Trevor. I'm surprised this isn't already canon. They happened. Whatever "happened" means is irrelevant - they happened.
Sherlock really likes rainbow sour straps.
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Rosy cheeks, salty hair, warm bodies | MS47
Pairing: Mick Schumacher x fem!reader (she/her)
Word count:Â 5.3k
Warnings:Â not proofread; mentions public sex (but not really); graphic description of sex; p in v; oral (fem receiving); orgasm denail; mentions of food and alcohol; +18 (minors DNI);
Summary:Â After finally matching their schedules and booking a trip together, Yn and Mick decide to go to Mallorca for a well-deserved break. The fact that they went weeks without seeing one another and the tension around the hot weather and beach garments only helped build the momentum in which her boyfriend would absolutely ruin her in bed.
A/n: It's my first time posting a smut piece (stand-alone/one-shot), so I'm kinda nervous about the feedback lol I hope this was just enough description without getting boring or over-detailed. I got too carried away and ended up writing 5k when it was supposed to be a small smut just over 1k. Anyways, hope you guys like it, please let me know in the comments and asks (the anon option is working, so if you're shy feel free to use it) *mwah* đ¤
Based on this request. I hope I was able to deliver, nonny! đ
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âMicky, can you help me with my bikini?â Yn whined stalking inside the room. Mick, who was lying on the bed, took his eyes off his phone to face Yn holding the most provocative piece of bikini he ever saw against her chest. Wind gushed inside the room through the open curtains, and the strings from her bottom piece moved deliciously against her tanned skin, her curls on top of her head moving like waves as well.
They were in Mallorca for a vacation after finally matching their schedules and taking a week off, far away from everyone and everything work-related. It wasnât easy to see each other between race weeks, work, and classes, so both of them were hell-bent on spending as much time together as possible during the few days they got. Their friends were aware that for half of their break, Mick and Yn were each other's priorities, and they would give friends and family the attention, but only after working on the yearning for the other.Â
âSure,â he smiled, pushing his body to the edge of the bed, and before he could get up, Yn was stepping between his legs, tits smashed behind her arm and the flowing piece of clothing right in front of him.Â
Yn gave him a small smirk, turning around, and recklessly, or rather, purposely as the Schumacher knew his girlfriend very well, leaving the white bathing suit fall to the ground, âoops,â a giggle escaped her lips, and she bent to pick it up. Now, her ass was right in front of him, barely covered by the white fabric. It was as if she was giving him a show, exposing every inch of her to him in the most provocative way just to rile him up. Mick felt his body get warm, hands twitching to knead and touch her flash, but he was a patient man. He mastered the game she was trying to play.Â
Maybe that was the reason she wanted to play in the first place: she knew he would take the reigns, knew he would bottle up all his pent-up frustration only to give it to her in the form of pleasure in bed.Â
âTwo knots?â Mick asked, already starting to twist the strings into a second know, as it was common for Yn to ask for it in a way to secure her bathing suit in place.
âNo, just one,â she surprised him with her answer and made his ears perk up with the addition, âItâs easier to take it off that way.âÂ
Mick held in a breath, and bite his lips before letting go of the white piece and giving two taps on her bum to let her know he was finished.Â
âThank you, handsome,â Yn turned around, leaving a peck on his pink lips and running back to the bathroom.Â
Mick knew he was in for a long day. He would go as far as to consider he was in for a long week because that was just Yn. She knew how to play his game, how to feed his imagination, how to push him to the edge only for them to jump together. She could very well keep the provocative jokes going around for the whole vacation. It was just the of them after all. They had yet to christen some spaces in the house.
It wasnât long before they were both on the boat, the sun scalding against his skin as Mick found just the perfect spot to let the yacht float lightly with the waves. Away from the possibility of people on Land watching and far far away from other boats. It was them, the sun, and the calm waters.
âLove, you have to reapply your sunscreen,â Yn instructs with a bottle of the cream in her hands.
âYou should too,â he mumbles when Yn starts putting the lotion on his cheeks, Mickâs hands instantly finding her waist to bring her body closer.Â
âI will, but your skin is more sensitive than mine. I donât want you looking like a lobster later,âÂ
âI think I rock the rosy cheeks.â Itâs a joke, but he does, in fact, look stunning to Yn, especially after soaking up the sun and showing up with a new color to his face. Itâs endearing.
âYou do, but Iâm not the biggest fan of the same color on your back, for instance,â she starts, skilled hands applying the lotion on his large shoulders. She kneads Mickâs skin and muscles under her fingers, leaving a kiss on the column of his neck and adding, âIt wouldnât be that fun to leave nails mark on your skin when it's sore. Takes away all the fun.âÂ
And oh, did he understand exactly what she was talking about.Â
As the day went by, her provocative behaviors only got worse. She got bolder, going as far as taking off her bikinis to âtan properlyâ and leaving the two small pieces of fabric hanging on the yachtâs metal bar. They swam, joked around, and ate the food packed in the morning. It was so exhilarating to be just the two of them without work obligations looming around. Their shoulders seemed more relaxed, eyes lazily admiring everything around, body and mind completely calm.Â
âI love you,â Yn whispered, giving Mick one more bite of the watermelon they were sharing. His pink lips curled up in a smile, the juice from the fruit escaping and sliding to his chin. Yn admired the image before dipping her face to his and licking the spot clean.
âI love you so much,â Mick echoed, holding her jaw and directing her lips to his mouth. His lips parted, and their tongues found each other in a hungry kiss, the sweet taste of watermelon sugar still present, along with hints of the alcohol they shared earlier. âI appreciate you,â he confided, hands holding her body closer and changing positions so now Yn was directly under him, his torso between her parted legs. âIâm crazy about you,â Mick kept going, warm lips trailing down to her jaw and neck. Yn tangled her fingers between his golden strands in a silent cry for him to not distance his lips from her, for him to keep going forever.Â
Mick was the perfect lover, and as the sun started to change positions in the sky, bathing their wet bodies in its sunlight, illuminating the scene as if the big star was watching it, Yn couldnât help but to feel the luckiest woman alive.Â
âYouâre so perfect,â his elbow left the ground, his body lowering on top of hers, and his now free hand squeezed her ass. âEverything about you is perfect,â Mick stated before kissing her hard nipples against the top of the white bikini. She swore she could feel his warm mouth suck it, yet Mick did not move the clothing, just directed his face closer to her again and captured her lips in another kiss.Â
And as much as Yn expected her boyfriend to lose control and make love to her on top of his boat, she knew he wouldnât do so, not today, at least. She suspected the make-out session was very much intentional, to make her horny and somehow work as a payback for all the teasing she did throughout the day.Â
âThe sun will set in some hours. We should go back,â Mick mumbled, still assaulting Ynâs neck. âIâm cooking for you tonight,â he added.
Yn smiled, caressing his back, his muscles relaxed under her nails, âIâm starving.âÂ
âIâm gonna feed you well, stuff you full of...â he trailed off because her lips bite his. If Mick kept throwing double-meaning words at her, she wouldnât be able to wait until they got home. âFull of pasta, Schatz. Iâm cooking pasta tonight,â he teased, and they both burst out laughing.
âWe better get going if you really wanna cook dinner.â Yn pressed a peck to Mickâs cheeks, and he got up, adjusting his swim shorts and then helping Yn up as well.Â
The ride back to the coast was peaceful, and they took the time to admire the place a bit more, the clear waters even clearer with the sunlight. Families, friends, and couples, swimming around and enjoying the weather and the free time. Everything seemed inviting and tranquil.Â
They took the car back to the house, and Mick didnât let space for Yn to suggest a joint shower. He knew if they got inside the bathroom together, they wouldnât leave for dinner or anything sooner than in the morning. So he took the safe option and went shower in the guest suite while Yn got ready in their room.Â
âDid you take classes? It smells fantastic,â Yn voiced when she emerged from the bathroom. Mick was already fully dressed, in black slacks and a white polo shirt, he was barefoot, and his salty hair was sticking everywhere, still naturally drying after the shower.Â
âI did, in fact,â he chuckled, adding a bit of salt to the sauce. âI used my free day during the France GP to make a gastronomic tour, and they offered a free course on some dishes,â he explained before turning around to face Yn. She saw the moment he gulped, eyes trailing down her figure and taking in the sundress hugging her curves just right.Â
The green fabric was just the perfect shade against her tanned dark skin, although Mick suspected there wasnât a color that wouldnât go with her tone. Anything Yn wore, she did it flawlessly, and he would never get tired of watching her with different sets and colors going around her day as if things were normal. Meanwhile, he was trying to stop his heart from bursting through his throat.Â
âYou like it?â she asked a bubbly tone to her voice, twirling her dress around.Â
âDid I like it?â Mick echoes, putting his two hands on his hips and doing a once over on Yn again. âI fucking adored it, Schatz,â he panted, and she smiled.
Mick winked at her and turned back to the stove in a poor attempt to calm his nerves. They had to have dinner before eating dessert. He reminded himself.Â
âIâm taking you on a ride later,â some minutes passed until the German mentioned, now skipping to the pasta dough, it was ready to go into the pan.Â
âOh, then let me switch for pants,â Yn pointed at her dress, and Mick smirked.
âNah, you got just the right outfit for my plans.âÂ
Her eyebrows went up for less than a second before her mind registered the double meaning behind his words, a chuckle passing between her lips. She absolutely adored his dirty side and how it started coming out in hints and soft words before going on full mouthy.Â
âLet me help you with dinner,â it was not a question, and Mick knew she was plotting something when she got in front of him, reaching for the cupholder when he had yet to give her instructions.
Her ass brushed against his crotch, and he bites his lips to keep both, the groan from escaping his throat, and his hands from grabbing her hips and smashing her flesh harder against him. But Mick knew sex worked like the art of cooking sometimes. You had to be patient with the right timing, not too soon, or it will be undercooked, not too late as it can get burned.Â
However, Yn was still in her teasy mood, and Mick couldnât do anything but try to hold himself back. At least until he finished dinner. Yn knew it was taking him everything, especially because Mick loved to feed and fuck her, most of the time on this order, but not always. Nonetheless, considering their lunch was a packed sandwich and fruits back in the boat hours ago, she knew he would make sure she had food on her belly and enough energy to keep up with his stamina.Â
So dinner prep was harder than Mick anticipated, and for as curious as it seems, it was the same for Yn. She was the one teasing, but Mick, sure as well, knew how to pay with the same coin, so when they sat at the table to eat, they were both flushed and eager to be over with the food. The latter was indeed as tasty as the smell gave out, and Yn did not hold back her praises to her boyfriend about how good his course was and how she was excited for when he would try some new recipe again.Â
After they were both finished, Mick stood up to take the dishes to the kitchen, claiming it was time for dessert, and for a second, Yn believed him until her boyfriend showed up at the table empty-handed.
Well, not empty-handed per se.
Mick had two protein bards and two bottles of water in hand. A playful smirk was on display on his lips.
âDessert is a protein bar?â Yn wondered aloud.
âNah, thatâs for later,â Mick murmured before sitting back on his chair and putting up his palm for Yn, silently asking for her hand. She held it, and he motioned for her to get up and stand between his open legs and the table, âDid you already forget what my dessert was supposed to be?â he teased, and Yn felt her legs shake in anticipation. âWhat? Cat got your tongue, Schatz?âÂ
Mickâs hand brought her body closer by the waist, face dipping and bit and appreciating the view of her hard nipples against the fabric of the green dress right in front of his face. He parted his lips just enough to roll one between his teeth, wetting the fabric, and, consequently, Ynâs panties.Â
She whimpered.
Mick smiled, finally hearing something from her.Â
âYou made my job a lot easier wearing this piece, babe,â it was said out loud, but it seemed as if Mick was talking to himself for a second. Yn was too absorbed between the feeling of his mouth playing and teasing her boobs and his skilled hands traveling the length of her dress, dipping under it to share her attention.Â
âMicky,â Yn chanted before he smashed their lips together in a sloppy kiss.Â
There was a hint of wine mixed with her balm, and Mick had to withdraw for a second to let the guttural noise go past his lips. Yn swallowed it in a new kiss, fingers gripping his hair tightly and bringing him closer, taking what she wanted without an ounce of hesitation.Â
âYou teased me too much. Iâm not letting you get away with it,â the German interrupted, dipping his hands under her dress one more time, except this time, his fingers found the side of her panties and pushed it down to her ankles. A grin formed on Mickâs face when he noticed the wet spot in the middle of the clothing. Yn stepped off the piece, and he directed her body right on top of the table, legs spread for him, pussy right in front of his face.Â
What a dessert.Â
If his temper werenât so controlled, he could easily rip his pants and fuck her until everyone on that island knew how hard they went in bed. However, he wasnât that guy. He knew exactly how to work Ynâs body, and this week was all about extending their pleasure and taking their time.Â
He had the energy to do so.
And that he did when he held Ynâs ankle, opening her legs even wider while kissing her inner thighs. Yn shudders when his breathing hits her center, and thereâs a jolt on her body when his lips finally make contact with her pussy. Mick pays attention to everything, kissing, touching, and tracing. Itâs almost infuriating how good he is at it, mainly because some things just happen naturally, such as when heâs licking her entrance and his nose has just the perfect size to bump against her clit in a friction that makes her toes curl but still are not enough to make her cum.Â
And Mick knows that. He knows exactly what his body and actions do to Yn, and he has fun in the process. He enjoys every stage of sex with Yn, and maybe thatâs why they find solace in giving each other pleasure. Mick gets hard just at the thought of giving head to Yn, and you could definitely say the same about Yn.Â
âYou so wet,â he jibes, sucking her clit just enough to make her moan louder. âLook at me, Schatz, look at the mess youâre making on my face,â and didnât she look?!
The scene of Mick between her legs, jaw, and mouth glistening with her juices, eyes a shade darker, and lips parted, ready to dive in again, was enough to bring another whimper out of her.Â
âPlease, Mick,â she pleaded, and his sly grin only grew bigger.
âYou spent the whole day testing me. Now youâre going to take it like a good girl. Iâm not even close to finishing with you.â
And then his lips were attached to her clit again, sucking, licking, and drawing figures. When her hips roll off the table and up to his mouth, pushing his face impossibly closer, Mick groans, lacing his arm around her torso and keeping her in place, âBe. Fucking. Patient.â Each word was punctuated by a flick of his tongue on her most sensitive spot, and Yn canât help but cry his name.Â
âBabe, please, use your fingers,â itâs a whine, a plea, after minutes of Mick lazily sucking and licking her pussy. Each time he does it gets wetter. Itâs like her body is hanging on his mercy and his wants.Â
Yn feels his lips pull against her pussy before he withdraws, kissing around her legs, and finally, fucking finally âshe sighsâ he inserts one finger inside. Itâs not enough, though it stretches her just right until a second and longer finger makes its way inside too. Ynâs body shakes from pleasure, and she squeezes her tits harder under her own hands.Â
âMick, it feels so good,â the praise escapes between her lips, and he takes the opportunity to insert yet another finger. This time she screams his name, and the blonde knows sheâs getting closer to her climax.Â
She was looking fucking fantastic in front of him, and, for a second, he saw himself considering the possibility of delaying her orgasm for a while longer, only to watch her body sprawled on top of the table, legs spread, dress bunched up her hips, one of its sleeves unabashedly down revealing her hard nipple and tit, hair around her head like a crown.Â
She was a sigh for sore eye.Â
Mick moved his fingers inside her delivering motions he knew would bring her closer to the edge. He let go of her hips just to find her tits and pinch one between his pointer and forefinger. Mick did it all without stopping his fingers inside of her. He explored, kissed, and licked a bit more, and he did it all, grinning up at her like a devil.Â
âBest fucking dessert ever,â Mick vowed.Â
He watched as Yn bite her lip, her hips pushing closer to him, back arching and toes curling, he watched it all unfold, and he wanted to keep that image engraved on his mind forever. The image and the feeling of her fingers threading through his hair, pushing his face closer to her entrance, seeking her own high without an ounce of shame.Â
The wait was so worth it.
âCâmon, Schatz, you can let go,â he mumbled against her pussy, taking her clit between his lips and rolling his tongue just right to throw Yn over the edge.Â
She screamed his name. She whimpered at him. It was him she praised and thanked as she rode her high with his fingers still inside her, lips and tongue helping her through the wave so it would last longer.
Mick smiled against her thighs before pushing up the chair and kissing his way up to her neck. His fingers worked on her dress to remove it completely, and Yn could only sigh in a relaxed instance while her boyfriend worked on the sweet spot on her neck.Â
âHow was dessert?â she whispered, and Mick chuckled.
âFucking phenomenal, Schatz. It tasted like heaven,â his words were delivered while his ocean-blue eyes stared right into her, and her body shuddered deliciously. âHere,â Mick dipped his face close to her lips, and Yn was quick to kiss him feeling the wet spots on his jaw work against her skin.Â
She groaned, and he grounded his hard-on against her lower half involuntarily.Â
âFuck me, just fuck me, Mick,â and oh, there was something so dirty about the whole scene. Yn was lying completely naked, asking to be fucked, while Mick was still dressed up.Â
âNot yet. Opposed to you, I was patient, and so I deserve to have dessert again,â He smirked. âI want you to listen attentively ok, love?â Yn could only nod, and Mick kept going. âWeâre going to the bedroom, and youâre going to sit on my face. Not that hovering shit you like to pull up sometimes, youâre full-on sitting, and Iâm gonna eat you out for a bit longer, just so you can understand how things work when you tease your boyfriend the whole day. Then, and only then, Iâm fucking you, ass up, face down. If you behave, you get to have a fourth orgasm.âÂ
Yn nodded again, and Mick shook his head, âI wanna hear your voice, Schatz.â
âIâm sorry, Micky. I wonât tease you anymore, and Iâm sitting on your face just like you want me to.â
And that she did.
 âGood girl,â the blonde praised when Yn kept her hips still for him to insert a finger inside. Her walls involuntarily wrapped around his digits. She was way too needy, and he almost gave up his games to give her what she wanted. Her orgasm came in shockwaves, this time harder than the first, and her body toppled backward, back finding the soft mattress between a series of swears and praises directed to her boyfriend.Â
Mick kissed her naked body, fingers lazily caressing her sweaty skin, praising her silently. He reached for the water bottle, uncapped it, and planted a kiss on her jaw before handing it to her. Yn motioned for him to hold her up, and he laughed, putting her body in a seating position, supporting her back in case she fell. Yn gulped down the water and sighed, enjoying the break.Â
âDo you want a protein bar now, meine SĂźĂe?â
âPlease,â she put her hands together in a plea and then took another swing from the bottle. Mick chuckled yet again and opened the small bar handing it to his girlfriend. âThank you,â Yn breathed.
She passed him the bottle, and Mick finished the water while watching her munch on the bar. Yn glanced at her fingers stained with chocolate syrup, and before she could clean them, Mickâs lips were attached around them licking them clean.Â
âTell me youâre finally fucking me, Mick,â Yn cried out, âI love it when you give me head, but right now, I need your dick. Inside me,â she added the last part running her nails over his neck. âOr you could let me suck you too. I wouldn't mind.â
And it was crazy how crude and free she could be around him without fear of judgment, never had Yn, in all her life, experienced love this way. The kind of love that can be both dirty and still warm and make you giggle. Mick was the perfect balance between both. He was a gentleman, he was careful, he was loving. But he knew when to be rough and dirty-mouthed, and oh, when he did, it was like experiencing a piece of heaven.
âYou donât deserve it right now,â Schumacher pondered, caressing her jaw, his fingers drawing around her cheekbones and coming straight into her open mouth. Yn sucked two digits in, twirling her tongue around and hollowing her cheeks, which cost a shudder followed by a grunt from Mick.Â
âBut you do. Câmon, Micky.âÂ
He shook his head, traced her face one more time, and then started to strip himself. When all his clothes are on the ground, Mick doesnât waste any time fitting his body between Ynâs legs, mouth naturally finding hers in a languid kiss. His fingers knead the flesh of her ass pulling out pants from her. Mick could feel the familiar and impatient rise of her hips, pussy leaking her juices on the naked skin of his abs, âYouâre gonna turn around now, stick your ass up, lie your face down, and let me fuck you just right, ok?â Thereâs a beat of silence, Yn trying to keep from trashing under Mick and begging him to just stick it in. She was so sensitive it wouldnât take long for her third orgasm to hit. âI asked you a question, Schatz,â Mick pinched her nipple between his pointer and forefinger, and Yn whined but gathered the energy she just got from the protein barn to turn around and do exactly as told, once again body completely exposed and opened to her boyfriend. The confidence in the effects her curves had on him, and the certainty of a reward coming, only made the moment more electric.Â
When Mick finally slides in, they both let out shaky breaths and although his dick goes easily all the way inside with the help of her moisture, her body still needs a second to accommodate his full size. The angle is just perfect. Mick has access to the headboard to steady himself if needed, he controls the pace by holding her waist, and his hands can travel around her whole body with ease. And thatâs what he does.
With one of his hands positioned on Ynâs waist, he massages her ass with the other one and bends his body just enough to leave a wet kiss on the place where her neck and shoulders meet. She whines again because the movement just changed his position inside. Yn silently looks for his hands, squeezing them, and itâs all the confirmation Mick needs to now direct both hands to her midsection, and pull all the way out before slamming his hips against hers in a swift motion.Â
His eyes roll back when she shudders and moans his name loudly. The Schumacher was grateful the house was theirs and only theirs for the whole week. Otherwise, everyone would hear what the couple was up to.Â
Hips snapping again, it was Mickâs turn to let out his noises, hands coming down on Ynâs ass in a sharp slap when she rocked back against him just right and hit a spot that sent both of them to see stars.Â
âMicky, youâre filling me up so good,â Yn panted.Â
âYouâre such a dirty girl,â he husked, and she moaned louder. âGo ahead. You can moan as loud as you want. Let me hear you, babe. Whoâs filling you up good, huh?âÂ
âAnswer. Me.â He punctuated each word with a deep stroke, and Yn could feel the coil starting on her stomach and traveling to her lower belly.Â
âYou, Mick- oh fuck,â Yn choked. âYouâre the only one to make me feel this way.âÂ
The Schumacher bent his body, nipping at Ynâs neck without stopping the snap of his hips. Yn pressed her eyes closed, trying to stand on her elbows, Mickâs lips quick to find hers in a sloppy kiss, smiling and moaning, swallowing every dirty word whispered. His fingers traveled to her front and flicked against her clit, pressing and pinching it, bringing Yn to the edge.Â
âIâm about to cum, Mick.â
âNo, youâre not coming yet,â he breathes the order, lips kissing and biting her neck, hips thrusting, and fingers moving. Itâs too much, and Yn canât help but voice it loudly. Itâs way too good, but itâs also way too much. She wouldnât be able to hold back, and just when she was about to reach that peaceful space, to snap the coil on her belly, Mick stopped everything.Â
âMick!â It was a frustrated plead, and he turned her on her back, smiling up like a devil.Â
âWant you to look at me,â he rasped, and she mewled when he buried himself inside her again without much ceremony. The new angle brought more intimacy, and when her legs opened wider, lacing themselves around it, they knew it was enough to make them cum even faster than they would before.Â
Yn raked her nails through the skin of his back, and Mick rutted harder against her pussy, his hands looking for leverage on the headboard before sliding off and thrusting in harder. He repeated the motion some more until Yn grabbed him by his golden chain and smashed their foreheads together, âTell me what you want. Use your words,â Mick ordered.
âLet me cum, kiss me, touch me,â she begged, and Mick rolled his eyes back from pleasure. There was something so unique about having that side of her, a side only he could see.
âSpread your legs wider, touch yourself, and donât take your eyes off me, mâkay?âÂ
âOk,â Yn nodded and did exactly as told, fingers lazily playing with her clit while he kept his pace going. Her free hand found his shoulders holding it for support when Mick ducked his head and took her boob inside his mouth, tongue swirling around the bud and teeth scraping it lightly.Â
She could feel her body dissolving into pleasure, pushing her to the edge, toes curling, eyes involuntarily starting to shut, but there he was, face near her again, kissing and nipping her jaw and eyes finding hers and then sinking his dick in a hard thrust, just what Yn needed to topple over, nails digging harder on Mickâs back.Â
âDonât hold back, Schatz,â he cooed, slowing his movements but not stopping. âYou did so well. Can you take just one more?âÂ
She was still dizzy in ecstasy, adrenaline coursing through her body. Her fingers tangled on his chain again, and Mick obliged, kissing her hard and starting a new series of thrusting, gridding, and hutting, now searching for his own relief.Â
Yn contracted her pussy, her body still riding the orgasm. It was hell and heaven, and Mick could only take so much. He tried closing his eyes, but it was her turn to bark a simple order, âKeep your eyes on mine, Mick. I wanna see you cum.â
And that he did. He stared deep into Ynâs eyes while his body switched paces on its own accord, from fast and hard, to lazy and deep, and then hard again, until he couldnât take it anymore, his features going dark, pink lips spelling all the most profanes and dirty things imaginable before his hips stilled coming inside her, taking yet another orgasm from Yn.Â
They collapsed together in bed, his body on top, dick still twitching inside her.Â
âThat wasâŚwoah-â Ynâs voice was raspy, and Mick chuckled, moving his face to the side to plant a kiss on her neck.Â
Ynâs fingers threaded through Mickâs short strands, massaging his scalp while they evened out their breaths.Â
âIs there more from that pasta we had for dinner?â Yn asked, and the German kissed his way to her chest, resting his head there and letting out a sigh of pleasure.Â
âIâm gonna grab it for you, and then weâre going at it again in the shower. Iâm not done with you yet.â He reached for the other water bottle by the nightstand and unclasped it, taking a swing and pushing it toward Yn.Â
âI guess thatâs what I get for dating an athlete, huh?â she joked before sitting up slightly and sipping her water.
âOh, but you love it, donât you?âÂ
Yn smiled bright and big. Her body was floating after four orgasms and so much affection, âI do. I love you.âÂ
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will we talk? (j.p.)
pairing: bodyguard! james potter x baker! reader
summary: it was only meant to be a one night stand-- a pretty fucking amazing one night stand, but one night nevertheless. so when your dad informs you of a bounty on your head and beloved bakery, you expect just about anyone in the world but james to show up as your newly appointed bodyguard. he doesnât even fit in with the decor!
warnings: allusions to sex (minors dni!!!), swearing, mentions of a sketchy job (drugs, arms, trafficking etc. u kno the drill w/ obscure mafia stuff), very very hot james xoxo
wc: 2.9k+
note: guess whoâs back! (back back) back again! (again, again). anyway, hey :) i had random lines written for this for over a year & tbfh first yr of uni was great and then shit and then really shit so i had no desire to write, but i want to try!!! i really do!!! please, <3 comment & reblog <3 it means the world to me & literally every writer out there! excited for u all to read this :)
Some might say itâs obscene to be sat at a bar, three vodka cokes down, when it was only just past 7 oâclock. The sun still stared pointedly down outside the window, streets bustling with people only just starting their commute home. And sure, any other young adult might have used this opportunity to meet some friends, have a quiet night in, maybe text that one guy on Tinder theyâd been putting off meetingâ something, anything to fill the awkward lull in time that wouldnât be too much of a regret the next day.
Some might say itâs obscene, but you like to think itâs just another Tuesday.
The problem with Tuesdays is that more often than not, Wednesdays tend to follow. And it was at noon on the dot that youâd have to make your forty-minute bus ride downtown (a mistake in itself when all anyone could smell was weed, piss and something else indistinguishably rancid), into the one office building that seemed to substantially out-tower the others like some sort of architectural pissing contest, only to sit in front of your Dad and his ever-overpowering bluntness.
And itâs not like you despised him with every molecule in your bodyâ rather, a few molecules here and there. He loved you, that you were certain of, but owing anyone money, your own father especially, made relationships uncomfortable in a sticky, sweaty, clammy-hands kind-of-way. He had always been an immovable figure, suspiciously mafia-esque, even, but of course, youâd never dare broach the subject.
So, Dad, Pa, Father dearestâ are the rumours true? Do you really run an underground boxing ring? Or is it arms? Drugs, maybe? As long as itâs not human trafficking, Iâll still love you!
Some things are better left untouched. If ignorance was bliss, you were determined to remain in whatever liminal state of unknowing youâd been in your entire life.
And while he kept to himself and you did to, the last Wednesday of every month, noon on the dot, was not to be messed with. Youâd learned that the hard way when youâd missed one during a particularly harrowing cold. Itâd been like a SWAT team smashing through your apartment windows when youâd forced her eyes open.
So instead, you gulped down another glass of scathing liquid, all but gagging near the end at the acidic taste of un-mixed liquor swirling around the bottom of your glass.
It was Tuesday, after all, and you hoped if you drank enough, there would be a chance youâd be able to zone out tomorrowâ a sweet spot youâd yet to master (somewhere between mildly hungover but still coherent enough to please him).
âWhat is thatâ your fourth? Fifth?â A voice questioned alongside a scratch of the bar stool to your left. It was deep, curious, deliciously roughâ enough so that your mouth quirked behind your glass, bracing yourself for the face attached to such an addictive timbre.
âThird, actuallyââ you turned, finally taking in the tousled, black hair, crooked nose with rounded glasses perched on top of them, â--have you been counting?â
He had a kind of all-consuming appearance. Dark yet boyish when you noticed how his smile leaned one way, and a slight chip in his front tooth. An athlete, maybe? You were going to thank whatever misguided angel, deity or God herself had brought him to you.
You didnât make a habit out of chatting up posh-looking lads with egos that rivalled even that of Icarus and his melting wings, but maybe just this once youâd give inâ actually take whatâs being offered.
âHuhâ dunno why youâre sounding so smug, love. Three drinks and itâs not even dinner time. Some might call that a problem.â Almost immediately that smile of his morphed into an all-knowing smirk, a teasing gleam swimming about in those swampy hazel eyes of his.
You scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief. âWho? Eighteen year olds having a taste of their first legal drink? Not sure three drinks add up to literal alcoholism, love,â you threw back, defensive, accompanied by that kind of uppity tone in your voice you despised hearing in othersâ.
His irrefutable bemusement only sharpened the knife poking away between your ribs. Your frown deepened, and so did his grin, but still, his hands flew up in mock-defence as if your words could bite back (and boy, did you wish they could).
âMy bad, sweetheart, only teasing,â he assured, nodding at the bartender and then your now-empty drink. Another one, his practised movements seemed to say,
âDo you make a habit out of calling girls alcoholics and then buying them a drink?â you asked, curiosity taking over your irritation.
He shrugged and you couldnât help but follow the movement, watching as his broad shoulders seemed to invade your space with such careless effort. âSo far, just you. Itâs something new Iâm trying out. What do yaâ think, is it working?â Again with that boyish charmâ some sort of arrogance and humility all at once.
Your head shook in an immediate no, but more so to hide the smile that had unwillingly crept onto your face. You knew, with the way things were going, that youâd give into just about anything the man offered (of which heâd not even hinted at yet, but you were just so mesmerised and maybe a little tipsy so you didnât quite care enough to think of how desperate you may be coming off).
ââM James, by the way,â he offered as a white flag, a surrender, if you will. You accepted by returning the formality and raising your new drink to his ownâ a half-empty glass of clear liquid and ice.
âWhat is that?â you motioned to the beverage in question, âlikeâ 10 shots of straight vodka at once?â
He snorted, a little ugly yet somehow endearingly attractive. Fuck. âEven better, actuallyâ water.â
âAnd is that new as well, to go with the accusations and drinks?â
âOh, yeahâ Iâm really trying to commit to this new year, new me thing,â he bounced back effortlessly.
âItâs November,â you deadpanned, brow arched.
âSo Iâm either a month and a bit early, or eleven late,â he quipped. You were stunned by the easy rhythm of your back and forth, wondering in what world someone like him could existâ a paragon of a man or whatever the scholars called it. âAnd while thatâd be a fun little story if it were the truth, âm actually starting a job tomorrow. Big one, as well. Figured some self-restraint was in order.â
And it was only then that youâd noticed just how little space there was between the both of you, having somehow drifted closer, closer, closer like galaxies hurtling towards each other.
You all but swallowed, staring at his drink held between you, a last barrier that seemed both momentous and insignificant. Heâd got you caged in as well, an arm lazing on your backrest, near enough to feel the heat radiating from his skin, blood, maybe even his desire. And his legs, in a somewhat similar position, only a whisper away from knocking into your own.
You considered giving in right then and there, urging his mouth to yours, maybe leading him to the restroom in a grungy stall you wouldnât otherwise go near on even your worst, most wasted nights.
âSelf-restraint with the drinks only, right?â you questioned, tearing your gaze from his glass to his eyes, only to find them already fixated to you. His mouth was perched open, a glide of his tongue against his bottom lip, and the action draws you closer to that chip in his tooth youâd noticed earlierâ the one that begged you closer. For inspection, a tasteâ whatever.
âOh, but of course. Itâs my undoing really, my Achilles Heel, my Hubris,â he seemed to murmur, his words a secret between the two of you. You felt bold then, a rush of heat pouring through your veins as your palm came to rest on the thigh closest to you.
His eyes flickered down for a moment, as if making sure it was real â that touch â before they returned to you. Waiting, watching, with bated breath.
âWhat is?â you asked, questioning if youâd missed a part of his sentence or if he really was striking you speechless and a little stupid with his words.
âPretty girls with drinking problems,â and you couldnât help the surprised laugh that burst from you. He grinned and it was pure majesty.
âYeah?â you mumbled, inching forward.
âOh, yeah,â he replied, sealing his mouth to yours.
It was bright, too bright in his officeâ like the ceiling lamps worked part-time in interrogation rooms on the weekends. As much as you needed to be alert, comprehensive, at least mildly soberâ it just wasnât going to happen.
Last night had been something else entirelyâ the kind of mind-blowing fuck you could only ever dream about, when nights were lonely and the left side of the bed cold for too long. Your memory was somewhat hazy, tinged red with lipstick and lovebites and kicking the duvet out of the way to reach more skin. It was scathing yet sweet and a kind of ruination you welcomed with open arms.
But it also ended abruptly when your eyes flickered open the next morning (a few hours later, more like) and he was already gone. You knew it was for the bestâ you barely had time for yourself, your family and friends, let alone a stranger with a quick (and skilled, in many ways) tongue and wit.
So there you were, jarred by the empty feeling seeping into your bones. And the lights (had you mentioned the lights?).
âNow, how have things been going this past month?â your Father asked in that all-business, no-nonsense way of his. You think he knows youâre hungover but like all things in your relationship, the two of you choose to ignore it.
âThere havenât been as many customers as I would have liked. The school down the road has been half empty since most of everyone is on study leave, but Iââ
âI didnât ask for excuses, only how itâs going,â he interrupted swiftly. A stabbing pain seemed to appear at the base of your skull as you conjured the remaining energy inside of you to not roll your eyes at your own Father, as well as the man you quite literally owed thousands of pounds to.
âOf course, my bad,â you bit out, taking a deep breath before continuing. âThe shop wasnât as successful as previous months but Iâve got the money here anyway so Iâll still be on track.â
He nodded, accepting your answer and the envelope you placed on his otherwise scarce desk in front of him, before he slid the money, unchecked, into his top drawer.
You sighed, hurrying your words and rushing to gather your things and be out of that dreary office, âWell, if thatâs all, Iâve got some errands to run andââ
â--Actually, thereâs more I need to discuss with you.â For the second time that day, he cut you off and you fell, defeated, back into the cold leather of the chair. You tilted your head in some sort of half-nod that said, go on.
With his hands clasped in front of him, a stern front if there ever was one, he continued. âAs you know, my work is complicatedââ (you frowned) â--complicated and expensive. And when one is dealing with the amount of money this company makes, things can get⌠messy.â
To say you were confused would be an understatement. An actual conversation, albeit clouded with obscurity, about his job? âAnd when things are messy, one tends to make enemies.â
You couldnât help how your frown deepened, but you held back any concerns before they could make their way past the tip of your tongue. Your Dad wasnât one to be interrupted, even if he was particularly talented at doing it to others.
âEssentially, thereâs someone whoâs not very happy with meââ your mouth opens finally to prod at his statement but he continues anyway, â--and despite every precaution I have taken in order to keep you safe and separate from my work, itâs unfortunately backfired this time around. And so, for your safety, Iâve hired a bodyguard to watch over you for at least the next few months.â
He finished and then there was a resolute silence hanging over you as you took in his words.
You couldnât help itâ you burst out laughing.
âDad, youâre notâ I meanââ the sentence barely made its way out of your mouth before you were overcome with a fit of nervous giggles once more. This is absurd. âYouâre not being serious, you canât be. Right?â
Silence.
Oh.
So thatâs when the panic set in, your fingers clutching the armrest on either side of you until your knuckles were white. âHoly fuckingââ
âLanguage,â he scolded with no particular bite and you couldnât help but scoff,
âLanguage? Seriously, language. Thatâs all you have to say. Youâve just told me thereâs some kind of bounty on my head and that I need a bodyguardâ like, a person to follow me around, twenty four-seven, and carrying a gun or some shitâ but all you can think to say to me is fucking language?!â Your breath came out in quick pants, jumping to your feet as you paced the office.
This must be a joke, you thought incredulously. You canât have some stranger following you around. You had a business to run, croissants to sell, debt to pay off! Who could possiblyâ
And somehow it got worse.
He walked in and the two of your gazes connecting immediately, like magnets (though this time in a completely different context with your own Father as a member of the audience). You could see, from your place by the window, how his irises grew imperceptibly wider for barely a second as the recognition set in.
âNo. No, no, no,â you blurted out immediately, mouth still wide from shock and suddenly you questioned whether your rapid heartbeat was a surprise or something close to a heart attack. Oddly, youâd have preferred the latter.
âSweetheart,â he had pulled out the big guns now, âthis is James Potter.â
âDadââ you tried and failed to interrupt.
âDonât worry about the logistics, Iâve sorted it all out. Iâve already rented the apartment next to yours so that heâs nearby at all times. Heâll need to be hired as an employee at your bakeryâ you know, for appearances sakeâ but donât worry about the cost, iâve got it covered.â Your mouth opened and closed, gaping like a fish out of water.
âAnd most importantly, he is not to leave your side. Ever.â He said it with ease like he hadnât just informed you that your one night stand had turned into your shadow for the foreseeable future.
James had yet to say anything, his face a facade you wished you could slap off in that moment. Instead, he stood stalk still, arms poised behind him like some sycophantic robot ready to do whatever your Father pleased.
âHe canât be my bodyguard, Dad,â you urged, rushing to his desk, palms slamming down in front of him.
His response was a raised brow (you shared that in common). âAnd whyâs that?â
Itâs like you could hear Jamesâ heart skip a beat, probably because yours had as well. You couldnât tell him the real reasonâ thatâd be a death wish, for the pair of you, if there ever was one.
âItâs justâ heâs too big!â James didnât smile, not outwardly, but you could see it in his eyes when you glanced his way. âI mean, heâs scary or whatever. He wonât fit in with the decor and itâll scare away the customers,â you reasoned.
He finally spoke and it was then that you truly did consider walking over and slapping him across his stupid, gorgeous face. âWhat customers?â
You scoffed, whipping your head towards him. âOh, screw you!â
James looked as if he were going to bite back, mouth poised for a reaponse, but your Dad cut in to save the two of you from outting yourselves.
âThatâs enough. This isnât up for discussion. James is your bodyguard and youâll have no say in the matter.â
You deflated immediately, collapsing into the same chair youâd sat in, clueless, earlier.
So much for one night.
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Hi there! I hope youâre doing well. I saw that requests for Tokyo revengers are open. So here goes⌠may I request hcs on how Chifuyu & any other male character of your choosing would react if their s/o was obsessed with the game âLove & Deepspaceâ but more specifically, one of the characters on there (e.g., Zayne, Sylus , etc.)? That game got some people in a chokehold right now lol (totally not speaking from personal experienceâŚđ
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Hi! I am doing well. Thank you for the ask. I actually never heard of this game. Iâm not a huge gamer, mainly because I just button smash and hope for the best. But I will destroy anyone at cooking mama lol. AnywaysâŚ.I hope you enjoy!
Chifuyu, Draken, and Baji with a S/O Who is Obsessed with âLove and Deepspaceâ
Chifuyu:
Love that you found something that you like.
At first when you got really really obsessed, he was a little confused
He didnât understand what was so great about the game.
Until, you asked him to try it
Then he understood
It was an amazing game
It was a dating sim AND a combat game
He was in love
You both loved Zayn the most
Because you loved his story so much
Whenever you would talk about it, Chifuyu would talk about it too with the same excitement
It was really cute
He would even buy and surprise you with merch from time to time
He hoped to be your Zayn
Draken:
Draken is used to hearing people talk about stuff all the time
He is Mikeyâs right hand after all
But this was out of his comfort zone
He liked video games, but dating simsâŚ
Not his thing
He sat there and listened.
Since he didnât know much or understand the game, he just nods and agrees
Sometimes he makes a comment but not a ton.
Eventually, you get others involved and obsessed with the Love and Deepspace just as much as you
He can never not hear about it anymore
He hates that game now
But heâd listen to rants about it all the time, just so he could spend more time with you
He also listens to others conversations about it, so he can add things when you rant about it to him
Such a good boyfriend
Baji:
The bean
So lost
When he found out you loved this game, he wanted to try it
Maybe it was cool and fun?
He got so lost
He canât tell who is who
Whatâs going on?
Chifuyu teaches him about the game
But when you tell him about it, heâs still lost
Poor Baji
He does buy you a poster or merch from time to time
That he can do
He listens to you talk about it
Heâs lost, but itâs the thought that counts
Please do not copy, modify, translate or repost my writing on other platforms. Comments, reblogs and likes are highly appreciated!
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Boxer wriothesley making out with you after a fight
16+ !! Suggestive content !!
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ă FEAT : ă Wriothesley x GN! reader
ă ### : ă Fluff, some suggestive content & mentions of sex but nothing actually 18+. Modern au !!
ă CWS : ă Written pre release so potentially ooc !! Light mentions of injuries. making out đĽ´. established relationship. Hand holding & hair pulling. Wriothesley lifts you up at one point and is so down bad. Wriothesley calls the reader sweetheart and baby. Reader wears perfume. Author knows jack shit about boxing and has never watched a boxing match so please excuse any and all inaccuracies
I got this ask and blacked out i saw red i was caught in a whole TRANCE do not perceive me i lost my sanity as i wrote this because the feelings that overcame me at the thought of shirtless, post-fight Wriothesley who shines w/ sweat and is full of post-match adrenaline was too much for my mental capacity to bear
The route to Wriothesley's locker room is one that you can navigate with your eyes closedâ a confidence born from familiarity. Every time after a match, whether he wins or he loses, you always find your way from your front row seat to the door you stand before now. The first few times, he had instructed his managers to come pluck you up from your front row seat and escort you, but now the staff just bring you as far as the backstage security clearance, leaving you to find your own way.
You knock on the hard door twice, giving it a moment, then enterâ
â and you're immediately swept up into Wriothesley's arms, a startled yelp escaping you as you clutch his shoulders on instinct.
"Hey, sweetheart," Wriothesley murmurs, pressing his nose to your neck while he holds you aloft, your legs tightly around his bare torso. He breathes your perfume in once, twice, like he can't get enough of it. "You enjoy the show?"
"Wriothesley!" you gasp, trying to tug free of his hold, gripping his hair and trying to pull him off of you to no avail. He stubbornly melts even more against you, pushing your back further against the door you came in through. "Put me down! You should be resting right now, not-"
"Not enjoying the fruit of my victory?" he teases against your neck, his tongue licking up the skin, making heat pool in your belly. Your shiver does not go unnoticed, and you can feel the quirk of his lips where they're pressed up against your neck. "'m fine, baby. Already got checked out and everything. Just need to go home and get some ice, that's all," he reassures you, pressing kisses to your neck and the side of your face, his hands squeezing your thighs appreciatively as he keeps you pinned up against the door.
You relax against him then, glad that he's mostly fine. The match had been over quick, anywaysâ it hadn't dragged out long enough for him to get hurt too badly. He had definitely walked away in much better shape than his opponent, at least.
The hand in his hair stops trying to tug him away, instead pulling him closer. You scratch his scalp and untangle little knots in his hair while he takes his fill of lathering attention onto your skin, making him purr delightedly in between leaving marks and bites wherever his mouth can reach.
When he adjusts his hold on you to free one hand (there's a zing in your veins when he effortlessly holds you up with ease) so it can play with the edge of your shirt, you reach down to pull it away, weaving your fingers together instead.
"We can't fuck in your locker room," you tell him resolutely, a frown on your face. "You have an interview when you go out and your managers will have your head and mine if you go on air looking like you just smashed."
He sighs but acquesces, pulling away from your neck to level his face just a few inches from yours. "Just a kiss, then. That okay?"
You nod and he's on you in an instant. With the short time you both have, Wriothesley hardly dawdles as his tongue traces along the seam of your mouth, instantly dipping in when you grant him entrance. There's a sigh from you and a low groan from him when his tongue meets your own, and he squeezes your hand that's still connected to his.
Wriothesley bites down on your bottom lip, making you gasp and pull him harder against you by his hair. You can feel his heartbeat where his chest is pressed against yours, the sweat on him making him stick to you. Fingers dig into the meat of your thighs, his thumb drawing shapes you can't make out in your kiss-fueled haze.
His tongue licks the inside of your mouth, sighs of bliss transferring from his mouth into yours. "You're so good to me, baby," Wriothesley mumbles against your lips, eyes half lidded and something hungering behind them.
You can't even bring it in yourself to speak, tugging him closer once again because in that moment he is focusing too much on speaking and not enough on kissing you. He chuckles at your desperation, but gives in to you as he always does, letting himself be dragged further into your embrace.
Fuck it, the words are on the tip of your tongue. Fuck the interview. Put your hands under my shirt kiss me somewhere elseâ
Knock knock.
Like a gunshot, your eyes fly open at the interruption and you hand jolts, accidentally pulling on his hair too hard and making him hiss when he detaches from you. "Sorry, sorry," you murmur to him, pressing a fleeting peck to his lips. Now, it is your turn to bury your nose into his neck.
"You good in there?" The voice of his manager comes floating through the door, muffled. "The interviewer's been waiting a while by now, you know."
"Right, right. Be out in a bit." He hopes his manager doesn't realize that his voice is far too close to the door than it normally should be.
Wriothesley has to stifle a dissatisfied sound, maneuvering you off the door and gently placing you down on the bench in the room, mindful of the way your legs shake. A gentle kiss is placed to the crown of your head, then to the back of the hand he holds before he lets go.
"Sorry, sweetheart," he says in a low rumble, voice deepened from the makeout. His lips are swollen from all the kissingâ you hope people attribute it to his fight instead of a post-fight makeout. "Sit tight here, I'll come back for you when I'm done."
Then that hunger reappears in his eyes and his smile gets the slightest bit sharper. "We'll go home and continue where we left off. I promise."
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FUELLED BY LUST
18+ ONLY â harry and y/n canât wait till they get home to fuck so they have a quickie in the back of the car (heavily inspired by Harryâs brits post)
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Harryâs movements were fuelled by lust as he pulled up onto a deserted road, the only source of light coming from the dimmed lampposts around them. He had enough, watching the way y/n slowly slipped her hand into her panties, undoubtedly finding her clit. She was touching herself in-front of him, too impatient to wait until they got home to get what she needed.
The thing that did it for Harry though, was the way she pulled her hand out of her panties, her fingers wet with her own slick. She trailed her tongue over her fingers, sucking and licking at them. âYouâre such a minxâ Harry growled, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight next to him.
Y/n was breathless, her leg spread open on the seat and her fingers now trailing over her panties. âI need youâ she moaned, âwant you to fuck meâ
âHmm, you couldnât wait could you?â He asked, leaning over, his breath now fanning over y/ns heated face âyou just need my dick so bad. Going without makes you crazyâ
âPlease-â her begging was cut short as Harryreached his breaking point, leaning over the console to smash his lips against y/ns. His hands were sneaking down her body, replacing her fingers as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth.
Y/ns fingers clutched his jaw as he slowly began to trace soft circles above her panties making her rut up against him. She was moaning into his mouth, her other hand coming up to pull at his hair. It was straight up filth, the kiss becoming sloppy and desperate.
âIn the back. Nowâ Harry growled, the demand made y/n impossibly wetter, her thighs squeezing together in anticipation as she got rid of her top and dropped it onto the floor, joining her trousers from when she removed them before to tease Harry. Once she was done, she climbed over into the back, Harry grinning as he spanks her exposed butt. âGoing to wreck youâ he mutters.
He was quick to join her in the back, his lips on hers within seconds. He moans into her mouth as his fingers tug down her bra, Harry cups her exposed breast, squeezing it roughly, just the way y/n liked it. âN-need you so badâ she moans against him, pulling away to roll her hips upwards against Harryâs clothed hard on. The boner he was supporting showed just how bad he needed her too.
âMy needy girlâ Harry groaned, his lips quickly finding one of her exposed nipples to tug at, this illicits a squeak from y/n making Harry chuckle. He sits up, his legs spread as he unzips his trousers, pulling his heavy cock out with a hiss. âRide meâ he demands.
The mushroom tip of his cock was red and oozing with precum, the veins were bulging around his length and y/n so desperately wanted to lick her way up them before sucking on him but she knew she couldnât. Not here anyways. They were running out of time.
Y/n slowly climbs over him, Harry manoeuvring her into the exact position he wanted so that she was now hoovering ontop of his awaiting cock. âPut it insideâ he spoke, his eyes focusing on the way she moves her panties to the side before grabbing his length and slowly seating herself ontop of it.
âFuckâ he hisses, head thrown back âso goddamn tightâ he thrusts his hip upwards, meeting her movement. A moan leaves her lips and Harry smirks, knowing how he was already hitting at her spot. The spot that had her eyes rolling back, her toes curling and her shrieking out in nothing but orgasmic pleasure.
âS-so deepâ she moans, bouncing on his lap, Harryâs hands reach forward to spank her ass before grabbing onto her hips, his fingernails undoubtedly leaving their bruises, he guides her up and down on him, feeling the way her walls constrict around his thick cock.
Y/n could feel every single vein and ridge of his cock, she was going crazy with lust, loving the way she could hear the sound of sweaty skin against sweaty skin, the way Harryâs breathing got deeper and the few profanities that spilled from his lips each time he bottomed out inside of her.
âLike feeling me so deep, donât you baby?â He asks, his eyes opening to take in the sight infront of him. Y/ns breasts were bouncing with each movement and Harry was quite literally drooling. He leans forward to kiss down her chest, tongue licking a stripe over her breasts before his warm mouth engulfs one of her nipples. He bites, sucks and nibbles on her, enjoying the way she squirms ontop of him.
âI-I love youâ y/n moans just as she falls over the edge, her orgasm rocking through her with urgency. She shrieks in pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut as she shakes ontop of her lover. Her walls squeezing repeatedly around his cock.
Harryâs lips crash against hers, muffling the sounds of her pleasure as he works on getting himself to come. He wanted nothing more than to get home and give her a proper fuck, a fuck that isnât a quickie in the back of his car.
He only pulls back to groan, his teeth biting his lips as he thrusts upwards once and then twice before finally letting go. His load spills into her, filling her up just how she likes it, it was chaotic moments like these were he really did appreciate the birth control y/n took daily. She moans above him, shaking ontop of Harryâs body, completely blissed out, Harry runs his fingers up and down her back as they both come down from their highs. Their laboured breathing being the only sound in the car now.
âI love youâ he praises after a while, kissing into her hair âletâs get home so I can make you come another three times yeah?â He asks earning a chuckle from y/n in return.
âGood luck with that, Iâm spentâ she speaks, her voice hoarse.
âThatâs fine, we can cuddle insteadâ Harry says with a kiss to her forehead making her smile against him.
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The Bee and the Bear, Chapter 2: Back in the Beef
summary: carmy takes the first step to mending his relationship with you.
pairing: carmy berzatto x fem!reader (Bee)
contents: 18+/NSFW/eventual smut, grief, death of family member, explicit language, pining, longing
wc: 2.3k
an: back with part 2! i really love these two and the whole âwill they, wonât theyâ vibes they give off. like obviously theyâre in love and have been avoiding their whole lives, rippppp. let me know if i missed any warnings. thoughts/comments/reblogs are always appreciated!
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Carmy usually doesnât answer the phoneâ not because he doesnât want to and not because he doesnât care but because heâs busy. Thereâs always something to do. Heâs always needed in the present, always necessary with each new step forward and that lends itself to be distant with those who arenât right in front of you. But, when you call Carmy to let him know that The Beef is his, his phone is in his hand. He nearly drops it, watching as your contact name and an outdated picture of the two of you pop up on his screen.
He doesnât decline the call, he watches it ring and ring until it goes to voicemail. And when your face disappears from the screen, his chest goes empty. The voicemail icon replaces the missed call notification on his phone and his hands grow clammy. He shoves his phone back into his coat pocket and fishes out a cigarette, lighting it quickly. After a few pulls he feels much more equipped to listen to your message.
This had to be about Mikey.
Youâve given up on him and stopped calling years ago when he failed to reciprocate your attempts at connection. Carmyâs sure that Mikeyâs death is the only thing that could make you tolerate him after that. The ship he so desperately wanted to get on but ignored has sailed. But, maybe this call could be a lifeboat. Maybe through loss, he could get you back.
Were you calling to give him your condolences? To chew him out for not showing up to his brotherâs funeral? He could take something like that from Sugar or Richie, even his motherâ but not from you. From you, it would feel like a knife to the heart. He listens to the voicemail anyway.
Too much time has passed since heâs heard your voice. It's different and yet somehow all the sameâ a little deeper and less girlishâ but still so smooth and sweet. You sound nervous and the beginning makes him chuckle under his breath in a white puff of air from the cold.
âOh fuck, sorry. H-Hi, Carmen. ItâsâŚitâs me. Nat and I just went through Mikeyâs will and wellâŚhe left it to you. The Beef I mean, itâs yours. Sugar really needs you to come home to figure this out.â
Carmy goes breathless, eyes shutting as his mind starts to whirl. The restaurant he never got to work in is now his? Mikey had left him The Beef? Mikey had hardly ever trusted him with anything once he went away, and now is the time that he wants his skills? When heâs dead?
Thereâs a swell of emotions in his chest that make it tightenâ grief, anger, devastationâ and heâs about to hang up by smashing the phone into the ground when your voice plays again.
Your voice is softer this time, but infused with desperation and even some grit: âJust come home and help your fucking sister. Please, Carmy.â
He has no choice now. Not when you sound like that. He goes inside and quits his job. On the walk home he books a plane ticket and once inside he packs everything he can fit in a suitcase and calls around for storage units.
Itâs time to go back to The Beef.
â
Carmy puts the ad out for a sous before heâs even finished packing. A day later when he gets a call from a chef named Sydney.
Sydneyâs been waiting for something like this to roll around. She scours and picks through ads no matter the time of day: while she cases her route, in her ice-block of a mail truck on lunch, at 2 a.m. when sheâs up writing recipe notes in her tiny black book. Before heâs even seen her resume he can feel that sheâs the one but tells her to bring her resume to stag at the end of the week. He needs to feel the click in person before he just hires her on, especially with the shitshow he knows heâs about to put her through.
Mikey wasnât wrong: The Beef is a mess. Nothing is clean, thereâs no technique or nuisance, and the staff is rowdy and combative. Thank god for Sydney and her training, her tact. Heâd be drowning otherwise. He was right about her, theyâre perfect partners, finishing each otherâs thoughts and movements, and ideas.
Richieâs hovering, ignoring his responsibilities to fuck with Carmy when he says, âStill canât believe you let her walk out like that.â
Carmy meets Richieâs playful gaze with a glare, âCousin, do me a favor and shut the fuck up.â
âLet who walk out?â Sydney asks curiously, eyes trained on her prep.
âBee,â Fak supplies, perched on the counter behind them.
âShut up, Fak,â Carmy pleads.
Sydney glances over her shoulder at him, âAnd who are you again?â
âIâm Fak. The Fak. Well there are multiple Faks butââ
Carmy cuts him off quickly, not in the mood to hear another one of his rants, âHe fixes things for us. By the way Fak, arenât you suppose to be, I donât know, fucking working?â
âYou got it.â
Sydney tries to keep her voice nonchalant, hoping that Carmy wonât feel pressured by her when she asks, âWhoâs Bee?â
âChildhood friend,â He says reluctantly. âCan we focus on prep?â
Sydney ducks her head, that regret from before surging inside of her, âYes, chef.â
âThank you, chef.â
For the first time since heâs arrived, Carmyâs grateful for the insanity of The Beef. For the way that Tina and Ebra and Marcus and Richie never stop talking a mile a minute because they distract him from thoughts of you. All the guilt and shame that comes with the way he treated everyone of course, but most of all you. Heâd always gotten vibes from you, even before he did on his own, Richie and Mikey and Sugar were trying to get him to open his eyes. Somewhere along the way he convinced himself that freeing you of him was the best for everyone involved.
âCousin.â Richieâs voice pulls him out of his robotic routine.
Carmyâs eyes dart to the kitchenâs entrance but his hands donât stop, âFuck, what is it?â
When Richieâs voice is that quiet and earnest thereâs a problem. Your face popping around Richieâs arm is enough of an answer and Carmyâs heart drops into his stomach. This wasnât how he hoped to see you again. Heâs been crafting a text for days, trying to figure out the best way to ask you to talk. But talking about all of it sounds so daunting. The double-edged sword of picking and prodding at all your shared wounds in some hopes of healing.
You glare up at Richie, âRichie, whereâs Sugar? Why are you beinâ a fucking weirdo?â
âOh, another person. Ok, ok,â Sydney nods, before turning back to her prep.
âBeeâ whatâre you doing here?â Carmyâs voice breaks and he winces at the way it sounds. It's not that heâs disappointed to see you, he just never wants you around this place. Heâs all too aware that that sounds too much like Mikey, but quickly pushes the thought into the back of his mind.
Sydneyâs curiosity peaks again at the sight of you. What are the odds that the seemingly infamous Bee would show up after Carmy avoided talking about her? 100%. She waves her knife at you, âHi, Iâm Sydney. Carmyâs sous.â
You smile at the woman, eyes lingering on her beautiful, patterned scarf for a moment, âHi Sydney, good to meet you. Since Richieâs not answering my questions, have you seen Sugar?â
âSugarâs not here,â Richie says simply, leaning up against the wall as eyes flicker between you and Carmy.
âSheâs not here,â You repeat, your face twisting with confusion.
Carmy wipes his hands on his apron, stepping over to you with eyes full of concern, âWhy? Whatâs wrong? Whatâs up?â
The way heâs looking at you makes your heart flutter in your chest. Goddamn those fucking blue eyes, so soft and so sad. âOh, itâs nothing, really. She justâ she told me to drop this off to her. Why would she not be here?
Carmy groans, scrubbing his hand over his face. His fucking sister. Always having to step in, always having to meddle and get in her hands in places they donât belong. Sheâd set youâ both of you up.
âIâll be right back, Syd.â
âGotcha.â
âCome with me,â He murmurs. You realize a beat too late that he's talking to you, so he grabs your hand and pulls you back to Mikeyâs office. To his office. He releases your hand quickly, âUh, what is it?â
You ignore the sweat that slicks your palms, trying not to think about whose it is, âSome paperwork that youâd need for the restaurant? I think itâs the deed, yâknow switching it from Mikey to you. Youâll need it for like inspection or taxes orââ
He takes the envelope from your hands, his fingers brushing your own, âThank you, thank you.â
âYeah, of course.â
He does that thing he always does, squinting at you for a moment that shows heâs turning a thought over and over in his head.
You smile awkwardly at him, though that familiar look on his face endears him to you, âWhat?â
âDo you wanna hang out tomorrow night?â He asks in a mumbled rush.
He speaks so quickly that you almost donât understand him, except that youâve been waiting for him to ask you that question since you were 18.
âWhat?â
He shrugs, running a hand through his messy hair, âHang out, do you want to like do something?â
âWith me?â
He raises a brow like he doesnât know what you mean, âYeah, you could come to my apartment? I could cook.â
âOh. Um, yeah, sure. Itâs been a while.â
He laughs, nodding a few times, âYeah it has.â
You chuckle, licking your lips, âI imagine this is what Sugar wanted.â
His eyes track your mouth before he can stop himself but he forces his gaze back up, âYeah, sheâs smart like that.â
âShe is. Iâll let her know her plan worked,â You tease.
He laughs againâ a short, bright sound, âCool, cool. So, Iâll text you my address?â
âYeah, thatâd be great. Should I bring anything?â
âSome wine, maybe?â
âAny kind?â
âAnything you want, Bee.â
And god the way he says your name. The way heâs looking at you again with those stupidly pretty blue eyes. You never stood a chance.
âOkay, Iâll see you tomorrow then.â
He sighs in relief now that the hard part is done, his smile widening at the thought of you sitting at his kitchen table, âHeard.â
You snort, shaking your head at his stupid chef talk, âHeard.â
The two of you are too wrapped up in each other, floating in your bubble of awkward bliss to have heard that Sydneyâs knife stopped chopping, or that Richie stopped fucking with someone else. Too occupied to hear their steps get closer and closer to the office, or that the tips of their heads are peaking around the corner. That is until you playfully push his shoulder, pushing his body in a way that brings them into his peripheral vision.
Carmyâs eyes go wide for a moment, his head tilting in inquiry as he looks at Sydney and Richie, âYou two joininâ forces, huh?â
Sydney gives you a sheepish smile, her eyes full of regret, âWe were justâ we were umââ
âGood to meet you, Sydney. Richie,â You say as you snake between the two of them.
Richie dips to press a kiss to your temple, âSee you, sweetheart.â
Carmy returns to his station without a word to either of them even when they join him back in the kitchen. For a while thereâs silence againâ though this time it is clearly awkward, full of things unsaid.
Breaking the silence, Richie does his best impression of Carmy, âHang out, do you want to like do something?â
Carmy points the knife at him, scowling, âOh, fuck you Richie! Why donât you fuck off.â
Sydney tries to hold in her laughter and fails, giggling, âShe must be down pretty for that to have worked.â
Carmyâs brows raise so high itâs comical, âOh, really?â
âIâm fuckinâ with you, Carm.â
âYeah, fuck you, fuck the both of you,â He says through a laugh.
Richie does fuck off, going back out to the front of house to do his job for once. It leaves Sydney and Carmy in the hustle and bustle of prep again.
She bumps his shoulder with her own, âYou deserve it, Carmy.â
His mouth twitches as he glances over at her and when their eyes meet, he knows sheâs being genuine. âThanks, Syd. Can we like, maybe never talk about this again?â
âTotally, yeah. For sure. Absolutely,â She agrees easily and they both laugh, deep in their bellies.
â
You drive home with a lightness in your step, one you are pointedly trying to ignore because this is nothing but two friends seeing each other after being apart for some while. You have a partner to go home, a life to go home to. And Carmyâs never given you any indication that this was more than friendship. He wouldnât have left you out in the cold if it was moreâŚright? He wouldnât do this to you if he loved you like that, would he? It doesnât matter how many times you try to rationalize what has and hasnât happened between you and Carmyâ it never makes it hurt less.
That night a wave of nostalgia washes over you as you lay in your childhood bedroom, thinking about Carmy. You feel 16 again, staring up at the faded purple paint covered in droves of flowers. As you close your eyes, you answer some of those questions that popped into your mind at the thought of calling him.
He is the machine you thought heâd become. But his eyes are just as deep, but sadder. His laugh is the same, a little awkward but just as genuine. The flush in his cheeks proves that his heart still beats. He is that boy you fell in love with all those years ago, even as the man heâs become.
Heâs your Carmy. Your Bear. It makes you ache.
| > chapter 3: Like a Bear to a Hive
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[Phantoms of Past â Abby x Reader]
[AFAB!reader, friends to lovers, Christmas themed, br!reader, angsty, MDNI]
a/n: well, is this late for Christmas? yes. but do i care? also yes bc i'm paranoid and have some need to make stuff on time, so imagine my despair when i couldn't finish this. but i ALSO know that I'm doing my best, and for that i have to pat my own back. anyway, this is for my brazilian besties out there!!!
cw: reader is brazilian, usage of phrases in pt-br with the translation after and between parenthesis, owen mentioned (this man is a cw by himself idc this is not a owen appreciated blog), mutual pinning, Abby understands portuguese and even talks some. let me know if i forgot something.
not proof read | word count: 3,274
reblogs are highly appreciated!!
While you drive through the recently cleaned streets of the neighborhood you grew up, thanking the heavens that it stopped snowing for now, the radio plays a seasonal song and your murmur along. The traffic on the main roads were chaotic, almost as congested as your uncle's arteries, but now the decorated rooftops and doorsteps replaced the headlights on your peripheral vision. In front of a house stood a snowman, or at least his body stripped of arms and face.
You park in front of a house with simple adornments and flashers around the main door, a LED deer standing next to it and a small table with fake cookies and milk on top. All the energy was so reminiscent of the years you'd spend a whole day decorating the house with your mom, mainly inside, just so your father and sister could take care of the outside. Now that you both were grown and away, the couple occupied itself with the house interior and resumed the exterior with a simple approach. It never failed to take a smile from you, though, especially seeing the way they would adhere to simple things just because it looked cute, even if it had nothing to do with their native traditions.
Coming from Brasil, for the first part of your life you had hot weather and sunny days on Christmas. Maybe a night of rain, but never snow. Fireworks and catholic mass were on the list, but your parents went just to go along with the rest of the family and friends. They weren't religious, so in the end Christmas was simply another holiday, but with presents and - as all the other holidays - a family gathering. The main difference now was that you were studying in another city, becoming one of the absent relatives; you know, the ones that mainly go home for the holidays and vacations. It wasn't bad, but they definitely missed you a lot and the feeling was mutual.
Using your key to get in, the sounds of Simoneâs âEntĂŁo Ă Natalâ (âAnd So It Is Christmasâ), a brazilian holiday song, hit you immediately. You chuckle, taking off your boots and coats. From the front corridor the ornamented tree is visible, carrying innumerous lights and details. There's probably not a single empty wall, the seasonal decoration filling every inch of your field of vision.
âThere she is!â Your father shouts as you appear in the living room smiling. The man goes into your direction with open arms, holding you tight. You smell that same cologne he wears since you can remember anything, and along with the warmth of the house, it truly feels like home. Some of the tension from university and work just falls on the carpet, leaving your body to receive all the good things inside that place.
âCarlos, you'll smash our child and I cannot have another oneâ, your mom yells somewhere from the kitchen direction, making you laugh.
âI can get another one anywhere, MarĂliaâ, he finally lets go, an arm around your shoulders. âWon't be as nice as this one, thoughâ
âOf course not, she's irreplaceableâ, your cousin Felipe says, approaching. âPrima, vocĂŞ tem feito falta!â (âCousin, you have been missed!â) He holds you sideways with an insane amount of exaggeration, taking an embarrassed chuckle from you. Felipe was a lawyer with a lot of charisma, but inside he was just your cousin that your mom liked a lot. You both used to play together growing up. âFrom some people, a little too muchâ, he whispers playfully before running away, not letting you scold him for bringing up something you were not prepared to deal with this earlier, especially when the person implied wasn't even around. Yet.
Your father doesn't seem to notice, now talking with your mom again.
âHey, Aliceâ, you wave to Felipeâs wife sitting on the couch, drinking something on a Christmas themed mug.
âHey, sweetie! How's uni?â
âTiringâ, you shrug. âHow about the kids?â
Your name is once again shouted through the house, and as you turn around three kids are running into you. Camila, Jorge e Rayana hold your waist, almost making you fall with a laugh. Camila is the oldest, at five years old, but the others are at the age of three. They're simply the most precious people in that family.
âMeus pestinhas!â (âMy little brats!â) You start messing their hairs and pinching their ears playfully.
âEu perdi um dente, olha!â (âI lost a tooth, look!â) Camila smiles widely, showing the first little window on her mouth.
âEla tĂĄ ficando banguela e feiaâ (âShe's getting toothless and uglyâ) Jorge points out, and by Camila's reaction this isn't a new saying.
âWell, that's too bad. Because you'll get toothless and ugly too, just wait a few yearsâ, Rayana and Camila laugh as the boy pouts at your response, looking at their mom.
âVamo, vamo, abram espaço. Preciso abraçar minha filhaâ (Come on, come on, clear the way. I need to hug my daughter) Your momâs voice finally reached the living room before her arms were wrapped around your torso. It's warm and familiar, you've missed her so much.
âOi, mĂŁeâ (âHey, momâ)
âVocĂŞ tĂĄ tĂŁo magrinha, filha. Aposto que nĂŁo anda comendo direito na correria, nĂŠ?â (âYou're so skinny, child. I bet you haven't been eating well in all the rush, right?â) The caressing she does on your back is reassuring, and by that you can tell you're going back with bowls filled with food. âSua irmĂŁ vai chegar sĂł mais tarde, seu pai vai buscar ela na estaçãoâ (âYour sister will arrive just later, your father will pick her up on the stationâ)
âWhen will uncle Jerry get here? He said he would get me new crayonsâ, Rayana mumbles while playing with one of the numerous ornaments on the lit up tree.
You try not to react to what that phrase implies, going with your mom to the kitchen to busy your hands and your mind with something else. She would probably kick you out of there soon anyway, she never liked having other people in the kitchen with her unless very necessary. But the need to act normal, smile and not think about family friends coming over it's bigger than the prospect of being scolded out of a room.
While the conversation continues in the living room and the song plays to never leave an empty place in your audition, you hover around the place talking with your mom about the neighborhood news and her routines in the morning walks group. It's comforting to know about what's going on, even if it doesn't really affect your life.
You help her cut the bread to make rabanadas (french toasts), looking forward to finally eating them. It's one of your favorite things of this season, even though you could actually find it anywhere at any time of the year. But the memories of having a plate of those on the supper table, covered in sugar and cinnamon, it's one of your favorites. So you're dividing your attention between the chore of slicing the bread and listening to your mom speaking, when a name being yelled in the living room catches your ear and you almost cut the tip of your thumb.
It's Jorgeâs voice. âAbby!â
It's a blessing your mom didn't notice it, but now you have a bigger motive to stay inside the kitchen and never leave it.
No matter how much your mother talked, or the music filled the air, or the people in the other room got into different conversations within the group; her voice seemed louder than any other thing to you. You would swear she was next to the table you had the cutting board on, chatting with the children and playing with them.
You could swear you could listen to her whispering to you about lonely nights and missing pieces of a puzzle.
âTia!â (âAuntie!â)
Your mom stops speaking just to turn around and look into the tall woman's direction. âAbigail!â Her comforting, mothering arms hold the strong torso, and the blonde needs to be in a not very straight posture to fully embrace your mom. What could you say, hightness wasn't in your family's genes.
âOne of these days you'll be able to carry me around, with how big and strong you're getting!â And they both laugh as if Abby didn't live at the end of the block and they saw each other constantly.
All the while, you're trying to avoid the upcoming, inevitable moment. Your eyes glue on the bread, but you're not really looking at it. They're talking but you can't decipher the words, just assimilate the sweet voice making your cells tremble in vibrations. Cutting another piece, and another, then another, then-
âPuta que pariu-â (âMotherfucker-â), a drop of blood falls onto the cutting board when you pull your hand away, thumb red and hurting.
âWhat happened?â Your mom asks, concern in her voice.
âI cut my fingerâ, the running water of the sink makes the wound sting when you put the finger under it, the blood keeps coming out.
âI can take care of that if you need toâ, Abby says, making you look directly at her for the first time of the night.
And you have to give the lack of air to the pain. You have to, because otherwise you would be admitting that looking at her takes your breath away.
âYeah, Abby is working as a nurse in a school now. I bet she's used to this type of thingâ, MarĂlia goes to the cutting board, taking the pieces you've cut already.
There's nowhere to run over this. What will you say, that you don't want her to take care of your wound? That you can't be next to her, orelse all the coherent thoughts in your mind will fade away, leaving room for her voice? That your fingers ache to touch her?
You look to your still bleeding finger under the open faucet, then to the tall, blonde woman again. And while your mother wasn't looking, you both had a silent conversation about something, everything. She could see the doubt in your eyes, but you could see the pleads in hers.
âSure, I think it wouldn't be muchâŚâ You try to smile, finally turning the faucet off and grabbing a towel to wrapp around your finger.
You both go upstairs, she tells you how there was a first aid kit in the bathroom and your stomach jumps at the realization that she knew your house more than yourself probably. Looking forward at all times and trying not to pay too much attention to her careful hand touching your arm like she was guiding you around the place.
âGo to your room, Iâll take the kitâ, and you donât even look at her to see how she was looking at you. You donât know how that hurt her, mainly because youâre trying to get out of this situation as fast as possible.
The room is just like you always leave it after the breaks, bed neatly covered and books on the shelves. Some stuffed animals that you couldnât bear to donate were aligned on a shelf next to a poster of a band you liked, the black and red contrasting with the creamy colors of a small giraffe. You saw the table where once you were pressed against, the lamp giving a soft light on the room as you felt a pair of lips so close to yours after all those years of yearning and silent pining.
âOkay, letâs give this a lookâ she was back using that voice, the one for the workplace. Tender, but firm; like she was trying to be secure, but reassuring.
Abby pulled the chair next to the table so she could sit in front of you, her knees together between your separated legs as she carefully took your hand and unwrapped the towel. Crimson drops started to flow down your finger, and the blonde woman never took the blue eyes away from the cut.
The distance wasnât enough. Her scent would haunt the bedroom all night, making you dream about her just like it happened before, during your late school years, when she came to spend the day and left you numb and daydreaming. Her touches were so gentle, featherlight.
âIt wasn't that bad, we can handle itâ, she muttered like she was talking to one of the students from the school she worked at. âSo, how's college?â
âIt's okay, I guessâ, with eyes glued on your own hand, you tried not to notice her thighs too much. âI've been working my ass off to write a paper while keeping up with classes and the monitoring thingâ
âYou'll get this, I'm sureâ, you looked up just in time to see a smirk on her lips, but then returned to look down again before being trapped on that hypnotizing expression. âAfter all, you've always been very good with your wordsâ
âIt was easier in school, thoughâ
âIt always isâ, she cuts the bandage before wrapping your finger with it. âBut that's the thing, right? We start to realize how school was maybe easier, but then again, would you rather be back?â
âOh, fuck noâ, you chuckle as she finishes the curative. âI wouldn't change this for thatâ
âYeahâ, you finally look up more confident, meeting her indescribable expression. âI would change some things, actuallyâ
âLike what?â You're just keeping the conversation, just trying to let it flow well enough for it to be bearable. You surely weren't expecting the next phrase.
âI wouldn't have dated Owenâ, she sighs.
Owen was Abby's boyfriend. They started dating in the last year of school, and looked very much in love, for your displeasing. He wasn't a bad guy per se, but the fact that you already had a crush on Abby made you think that your feelings towards him were totally based on jealousy. So every single thing you had to say about him would be shoved down your throat immediately, and you'd just smile and nod to your friend anytime she mentioned him. You told her he was nice - couldn't bring yourself to say more than that - and supported their relationship with the most painful role in that whole story: the best friend with an unrequited crush.
By fall you found out she and Owen had broken up. Right afterâŚ
âWhy is that?â Her eyes wander from the quilt to your hands, then back to your face. They were so beautiful, you could spend the rest of the night admiring them. Or the way her hair would fall around her face with soft lines, how her freckles were so attractive to the touch, especially on her arms.
âDon't think I was really into him⌠At least not in the right wayâ, Abby was the one not looking at you now, almost more interested in putting the stuff back on the kit box. âI could've been honest with him⌠And with youâ
âAbby-â
âThat's fineâŚâ She shrugged. âHe was a little bit of a dumbass anywayâ
Silence falls around you both, filling the room with an emptiness.
The image of them both in your living room, last Christmas, haunts your mind as soon as you remember how you knew nothing and was too caught up in your own thoughts at the time. The way she laughed at his jokes, making your stomach turn as you smiled politely. Or how you saw them kissing next to the coat holder by the front door, and all the food you ate wanted to come back in awful bitterness.
You never told anyone. Never said a word, as always, rather keeping the green feeling on the back of your mind in order to not do something stupid - like being rude or start crying.
But then, you came home for the summer break. You dad was making barbecues in the backyard, you mom decorated the house with all the stuff your cousin brought from Brasil on his last trip, and you'd listen to pagode in the living room while the kids were playing and running, waiting for the meat to be properly roasted so they could finally eat.
Internally, you were ready to deal with that same gut-rotting feeling all over again. The plan was to sustain the fake expression until the time allowed you to pull the tiredness card on everyone and go to your room to watch some old telenovela.
Abby showed up alone, greeting everyone as usual. And when she looked at you, you could swear that was something in her eyes that could make you shiver. How she took your figure in before hugging you, how she held you so tight and for a little bit longer. How she was always trying to be next to you. You couldn't decipher, though, and the whole day went by mixing the confusion of her being without Owen and not even mentioning his name, and the rush of being that close to her again.
That night, in your room, she kissed you. Right there, where you were sitting now, she held your face between your hands and your skin shivered, while her lips touched yours.
You waited for years. Kissing her was probably one of the only things you wanted to do every time she was around, flesh craving hers. And it finally happened⌠But she had a boyfriend.
So you never talked about it again. You went back to college and texted her less and less.
âAbby, Abby, Abby!â A childish voice came from the corridor, the door opened to show Rayana. âCome here, I need your help to defeat Jorge and papaiâ (dad)
âOkay, I'll be there in a second!â The blonde smiled before the girl ran back downstairs. âWell, it seems like a have a dutyâ
âCan't let her down, she'll never forgive youâ, you both chuckled while she got out of the room, first to leave the kit back in the bathroom and then to go to the living room again.
Sighing, you laid back on the mattress. Just like that summer night, you were alone in your room trying to collect your feelings about an interaction with Abby. Heart beating fast and a familiar warmth on your chest, wanting to curse every single entity for putting you in this position.
You came down maybe 15 minutes later, mask back on to decorate your face with a smile. You saw the tall woman on the mat with the younger children on top of her, attacking her while laughs filled the place.
âOkay, okay, saiam de cima da Abigailâ (âGet off of Abigailâ) Your mom didn't have to say it twice before they were sitting next to her. âAbigail, I need a favor. Remember that bowl I lent to you last week?â
âSureâ, her arms seemed stronger now that she was supporting herself on the elbows. Why was she so gorgeous?
âI need you to get it for me, darlingâ
âOkay, I got itâ, Abby got up and immediately went grabbing her coat again.
And you were about to go back to the kitchen to make yourself useful, but it couldn't be that easy.
âFilha, vai com ela. EstĂĄ nevando bastante, nĂŁo ĂŠ bom dirigir sozinha nesse tempoâ (âDaughter, go with her. It's snowing a lot, it isn't good to drive alone in the weatherâ)
âOh, it's not necessary-â She really tried, but your mom wouldn't take a negative answer.
âI'm not asking, you won't go alone!â
You nod and start putting on heavy clothes. It was okay, all good. You both would get in the house, grab the bowl, and get back in no time. It would be fine.
[dividers by @cafekitsune]
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And she would rescue me
Tess Servopoulos x Fem!reader
Summary- Tess doesnât know why she stopped to help you. She doesnât know why she thought bringing into the QZ was a good idea either. But now youâre in her apartment and sheâll be damned if sheâs about to let you die. Snippets of the days you spend with her
A/N- this came to me so randomly in the middle of getting extremely frustrated over a request I couldnât get my mind to wrap around, and I smashed out a few thousand words and decided I loved it. I feel like thereâs a lot of injured reader x Joel fics but not enough Tess ones. So hereâs my spin on it.
Warnings- 18+ || light discussion of injuries, I think this is sliigghttllyyy ooc tess, tess realising she can actually let someone in, tess learning to trust tbh, smut towards the end( it isnât as detailed as usual cause Lord this OS is long I had to chop things out ) : oral ( reader receiving ) , fingering ( tess receiving), tess gets a little panicked during one part of the smut but sheâs totally okay, can I get a hell yeah for tess being vulnerable?!
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She didnât really know why sheâd done it. Why she hadnât just⌠kept walking. Minded her own fucking business and gone home. But how could she? She still had some kind of humanity left in her, enough that meant she wouldnât just walk past a girl dying.
Which, when she thought about it, was almost laughable. Sheâd left her fair share of people dying, most of them dying because of her own actions. So. Clearly her humanity liked to pick and choose its moments. And maybe if this scenario had happened 10 more years into the apocalypse, she would have left you there.
But it hadnât. The world was still yet to rip the final shreds of humanity out of her.
You had been in a heap at the bottom of a slope, where the concrete of the road had been bombed and now created a jagged rocky mess. Sheâd thought you were dead at first. No one really ever survived outside the wall on their own, so it wasnât wrong of her to assume. And if she was truly honest she thought that checking on you was worth it, even if you were dead because you might actually have something decent on you.
Well thatâs what sheâd told Joel anyway. Her and Joel were close, ridiculously close. They knew each other inside and out but she always noticed she had held onto a little more of her humanity of the years where as he seemed to have buried his deeply away. She was the one that still had a tiny candle flickering in her chest, a warmth that allowed her to hope and care. Even if some days she did feel like snuffing it out. No matter how twisted and dark her mind had become over the years, she still had some light trapped in there.
And so even with Joelâs complaints she had gone over to you. Using the excuse of simply hoping to pull something useful from the corpse. But no. Youâd been alive. Barely it seemed. But alive.
Firstly sheâd checked you over for any sign of a bite, carefully pushing at you and moving your clothes for any sign of fungus crawling through your veins. Last thing she wanted was another infected crawling around out there, as if their journeys out of the city werenât difficult enough as it was. So she checked, ready to shoot you in the head if she found even a single sign of a mushroom. And when sheâd found none⌠sheâd stood up to leave. You had nothing on you. Even your clothes were fucked. Nothing worth her time. Youâd be dead soon and just another body littering the streets. She should just go home and get out of the rain.
But she found herself unable to move. Even when Joel chastised her for wasting time when he just wanted to get back inside the wall and drink himself to sleep.
â I am not taking some damn girl back inside the wall â he hissed â This isnât you Tess â
â sheâs dying Joel â
â and so let her die. People die every goddamn day. Including us if we get caught tryna smuggle some girl through the wall. And whatâre you gonna do when you get back? What if she dies anyway huh? â
Sheâd looked down at you again, debating listening to him. If you did die on the way back sheâd be stuck with the task of trying to dispose of a dead body. Which she had done plenty of times before but, if they found you without any records of ever being accepted into the QZ? That could cause some problems.
But you were still alive. Somehow. Somehow you had managed to survive out there, and from the flaking dried blood on your face youâd been there a while. You were strong. She liked that.
Joel was wrapped around her finger so even with his protesting it didnât surprise her that sheâd managed to talk him round.
The real surprise was that theyâd managed to get back inside the wall, through the tunnels and into her apartment unnoticed. Joel unceremoniously dumping you down on her bed and leaving with muttered curses under his breath that he wasnât gonna help if she got caught. Which was bullshit. Of course he would.
That had been 2 days ago.
You were still where Joel had left you, but she made you more comfortable. Changed you out of your filthy clothes and bandaged your ankle. From the bruising and the swelling she assumed youâd broken it. But there wasnât much telling what exactly youâd done, X-rays werenât exactly easy to go and get now.
Sheâd also cleaned the injury on your head, washing away the dried blood and stitching up the wound. It wasnât exactly neat. But she didnât think youâd mind. Sheâd saved your life after all. She sat you up every now and again to coax water into you, smashing up painkillers and dissolving them in some hope you werenât in too much pain.
Youâd barely woken up the entire time. Occasionally your eyes would open for a few seconds, gaze around the room in a way that made you look drunk, and then pass back out again. She was starting to get worried. Because you needed to eat sooner rather than later. Dosing you with water and pills was one thing but it would be useless if you didnât eat anything.
She kept a close eye on you. Locking the doors whenever she went out for work assignments and hoping you wouldnât wake up and freak out whilst she was gone. But you didnât. She came home, gave you water and meds, and then went to bed.
Sheâd been sleeping on the couch. The bed was big enough for two. But she guessed you waking up not only in a strange place but with a strange person next to you might just kill you anyway from the shock.
It made her want to laugh sometimes when she lay there at night. Maybe she was getting soft. Running around like Florence fucking Nightingale looking after a stranger that was probably gonna die anyway. And for what? What solid reason did she have for it?
None. Absolutely none.
But she couldnât help it. Continuously tending to you and keeping you clean, keeping your bandages fresh. Wiping at your face and wondering where youâd come from, how youâd ended up out there. She had so many questions.
She was getting soft.
You woke up properly a few days after sheâd found you. She wasnât entirely sure if your bouts of unconsciousness had been due to the head injury or the painkillers. Maybe it was both. Either way, your eyes were fully open now.
To her surprise you didnât look afraid. She found it made that little candle in her chest burn a little brighter for a moment. She was so used to people being afraid. She liked it, of course she did. But the change was nice for a brief moment. To see kind eyes looking at her like she was⌠a person.
You were both silent. Neither of you seemingly knowing what to say in the moment. She hadnât really thought that far ahead. And she was confused to find herself stuck for words. Unsure of what to do. She usually was ten steps ahead of everyone, could read a room in an instant and know exactly what her next move would be.
But not now. Not there with you looking at her like that. It was frustrating.
â welcome to the world of the living sweetheart â she finally said, crossing her arms over her chest and watching you closely â or half living I suppose â
â where am I? â your voice was hoarse. Probably because you hadnât used it for so long. It was curious though. Not afraid. No fear laced your words as you glanced around the room, landing back on her and tilting your head slightly to the side like an inquisitive animal.
â Boston QZ â Tess finally spoke, grabbing a chair from the kitchen table and pulling it to the end of the bed and sitting down. You watched her every move, eyes following her from the table to where she sat â I found you outside the wall. What the fuck were you doing out there huh? â
You seemed to ponder on the question for a moment, flickers of confusion flashing across your face. You didnât know. How hard had you hit your head?
â Iâm not- Iâm not sure - how long have I been here? â
â few days â your eyes widened at that, eyebrows flying up in a way that clearly hurt the wound on your head. Your hand came up to touch it, gingerly patting the stitched up space in your hairline. You then pulled at the blankets to see your ankle neatly bandaged up.
â I fell â
â I guess so â she said with a sarcastic tone seeping its way into her words. Of course youâd fallen. It didnât take a genius to work that one out.
â so you⌠brought me here? â
â a thank you would be fuckin nice â
â oh! Thank you. Yeah of course â you said quickly, blush creeping across your cheeks. She surprised herself by immediately thinking how⌠cute⌠it looked.
â you feel okay though? â she asked, immediately trying to rid herself of her previous thought. You nodded and yours eyes fell back onto her, sheepishly avoiding her gaze for more than a few seconds.
â kinda hungry though â to her surprise that made her smile, exhaling shortly though her nose in a small laugh.
â yeah I bet â she felt your eyes on her the entire time she was pottering around in the kitchenette deciding what food to get you. A small part of her did think she shouldâve been smarter than to turn her back on you, you couldâve gotten out of bed and found one of the numerous weapons littered around the place. Killed her and escaped thinking sheâd kidnapped you or something.
It made her glance over her shoulder.
â youâre not gonna hurt me are you â you said suddenly. It came out as more of statement or a fact than a question though, like you were telling yourself out loud to confirm it. Not really asking her.
â if I wanted to hurt you I wouldâve done it by now. Fuck I wouldnât have even risked my ass bringing you though the wall â she made her way back over to you, placing down a couple of the rationed food bars she had in front of you â they taste like shit. But apparently one bar equals a whole fuckin meal or whatever propaganda bullshit the Military wanna tell us. Just tryna make us eat less â
â thank you â your eyes suddenly seemed ravenous, grabbing at the bar and taking a large bite
â fuck. Slow down. You havenât eaten in a week you keep going like that youâll puke the whole thing up in ten minutes â your cheeks flushed and you nodded, taking smaller nibbles from the shitty food bar. Looking at them already made her crave the fresh food from Bills. Itâd only been days and sheâd do anything for a vegetable that actually crunched. And had taste â you can stay here till your ankles fixed⌠just be quiet. Stay out of sight. Last thing I want is my neck hanging from a fuckin rope because i got caught with an unregistered citizen. Okay? â
â thank you â she moved back to the table then, not really knowing what else she was supposed to say to you, and made herself look busy by counting ration cards. As if she hadnât already gotten the exact number already twice over.
She was mildly regretting bringing you back. What was she supposed to do with you now? At least when you were asleep she didnât have to worry about you drawing attention to yourself. Now you were awake, what if someone saw you. Or you decided you were in fact scared of her and started screaming or something.
She was such a fuckin idiot. Always acting on impulse when she was tired. And she had been after that hike from Lincoln. She was usually quite rational, but that all went out the window with you clearly. She shouldâve listened to Joel. She probably wouldnât even remember you by now if sheâd just left you there. And now? Now she was stuck with an unregistered citizen in her apartment for fuck knows how long.
Way to fuckin go Tess.
â I didnât think.. I didnât think youâd actually hurt me you know? â you said as she stacked the cards, her eyes flickered up to find you watching her â I just. I donât know why I asked really. I actually feel pretty safe here. Thatâs stupid isnât it? â
â a little bit stupid. Yeah â she agreed.
â No oneâs kind anymore. But you are. You helped me â was she kind? Was she? She used to be. She wasnât so sure anymore â and youâre a woman â
â nice observation â
â no I mean. Men were shitty before but now? We ran into this group on the way here⌠I canât remember their names but. They just took girls because they could. Kept them like slaves. Infected arenât the scariest thing out there â she knew that was true. Not to say that some women werenât just as shitty. But the men were having a field day with the apocalypse. All rules had gone out the window.
It was stupid of you to trust her so easily, woman or not. She could very much have been planning to hurt you. Or demand something in return for her good nature. She wasnât going to of course. But most people wouldâve done that. If theyâd even bothered to stop to help you at all.
Maybe she was kind.
By your third night- well. Nights that you were aware of anyway- in her apartment she was starting to miss when you were passed out. You woke up screaming somewhere in the early hours each night, thrashing around in the sheets and sobbing about things you couldnât seem to explain to her.
So much for not drawing any attention to yourself.
She knew you couldnât help it. Not really. She knew first hand from Joel. From her own nightmares that liked to sneak their way into her dreams from time to time. But you needed to be quiet.
She wondered if youâd been trapped in an endless cycle of those dream when you were unconscious. If you had been watching them on a loop as she attempted to care for you, looking so peaceful but screaming on the inside.
â you wanna talk about those dreams of yours? â she asked on morning number four. Remembering some slight memory of her mother telling her that talking about bad dreams would make them go away when she was a kid. Something she probably wouldâve then gone on to tell her own kids. One of those small twists of the truth that parents did to try and make their children feel better. Something little and mostly useless that they took into adulthood. Even knowing that it wasnât entirely true. But it worked a little bit.
So it was worth a try. Wasnât it. Just because she needed you to be quiet. Not that she really cared. Of course she didnât care. Why would she.
She couldnât. Caring was dangerous.
â Iâm sorry I know you said about the noi- â
â yeah youâre waking up the whole fuckin block every night sweetheart you need to get that under control â she watched your face flush slightly in a way she had noticed you did when she slipped in the pet name. But maybe it was a mixture of embarrassment too.
It didnât make you special. It was almost⌠condescending. Her way of keeping herself that one step above on the ladder, she didnât care.
She didnât.
â Iâm sorry Iâm trying â
â try a little harder â you sighed and dropped your head into your hands, shaking your head. Were you crying?
â Iâm sorry â you were â I just keep seeing⌠seeing all the people and the blood and the rain and- â she walked over to you, observing you like a injured animal that wasnât quite sure what to do with. The kind where she didnât know if it was kinder to kill it and put it out of itâs misery or to attempt to console it and bring it back to health.
Though clearly she was already doing the latter.
â I told you. Tell me about them â that came out a little lighter than she had initially meant. But she didnât linger on it â get it out. Probably wonât make them stop but. Might help â
You seemed to debate it, wiping at the tears on your cheeks and sighing.
She had to admit she was curious to know what was tormenting you. In the world they lived in there was plenty of things it couldâve been. They were 10 years in now and she still saw flashes of outbreak day in her dreams sometimes. Still remembered the first person she had seen infected. The first she had killed.
Death no longer bothered her. She had become numb to it in every way. Paths she had had no choice but to take, that had lead to her ending up that way. She did what she had to do to survive. But you seemed to still be coming to terms with the world around you.
You shuffled to move next to her, hanging your legs over the side of the bed with a small wince as you moved the ankle that was bandaged up.
â me and a group. 9 of us? We were heading for the QZ. There was more of us at the start but⌠Pittsburgh is falling apart. A group of us snook out before it could get any worse. If that place lasts another year Iâll be surprised â sheâd heard of QZs falling apart all over the country. Boston was one of the only ones that FEDRA still had a relatively tight grip on â we made it to the outskirts of the city⌠these runners came from no where and- â
She sat down on the edge of the bed as you tried to compose yourself a little, surprised to find her chest hurting a little as she watched you. Maybe it was because you seemed so⌠vulnerable. Somehow avoiding the hardships of the last ten years and behaving like the outbreak had only just begun.
She couldnât help but feel inclined to protect you.
â and howâd you end up at the bottom of that slope? â
â me and 2 others. We made it pretty deep into the city, one of them said we should cut through the buildings. The road was fucked so I agreed. We got separated. Runners. Clickers. I just ran. Last thing I remember is the rain and and tryna get around the mess on the roads⌠guess I fell. Then you found meâ
Youâd escaped runners and clickers, and outlasted your entire group. You were really stronger than she thought. Vulnerable, yes, but still strong.
â and thatâs what you keep seeing? In your dreams? â you nodded and sighed.
â the others being ripped apart. Clickers chasing me. Itâs so stupid Iâm sorry. Iâll try to be quiet⌠I just wish theyâd stopâ you dropped your head against her shoulder with a small sigh. Tess didnât really know what to do. The gentleness of the act was almost alien to her now.
No one had been gentle with her for 10 years. Not even Joel.
You were doing something to her. Had done from the moment sheâd seen you lying half dead on the floor outside. The fact that she had stopped at all. That she had brought you back. That in the 3 days you had been awake, the near constant 72 hours in your company, you had declared feeling safe with her. That you trusted her. That you looked at her and believed she could be gentle.
And Tess didnât know how to react to it. What to do with it. She didnât have a snarky remark to give you, simply out of fear of hurting your feelings or upsetting you. Which was ridiculous. Since when did she care about peopleâs feelings?
â I promise Iâll try control it. Maybe youâre right. Maybe talking about it helped â
â yeah. Maybe â
She had the sudden urge to tell you itâll be okay. That she had nightmares too. That sheâd lost count of the amount times she woke up in a cold sweat, images of her husband in a pool of his own blood flashing behind her eyelids, the sounds of her son fighting to escape the basement she had locked him in ringing in her ears.
Nothing haunted her more than that day. Everyone had their ghosts.
She didnât even tell Joel but there she was wanting to tell you. To relate. To console.
She stood up before she could. Clearing her throat and heading for the door. She needed to get out of that apartment.
â where are you going? â the look on your face was like that of a kicked puppy, eyes wide and sad. She really needed to get out of that apartment.
â I have shit to do. Stay quiet. Donât open the door. Iâll be back in a few hours â she pulled on her boots as she spoke, grabbing her bag and heading out the door in a hurry.
She needed to get back out among people that feared her. People that knew how dangerous she could be. Just to remind herself she was feared. She was dangerous. She wasnât soft.
She. Didnât. Care.
The fourth night was the same. She woke up to the clock on the wall showing 3:30am, you screaming at the top of your lungs and begging for help.
She got up from her makeshift bed on the couch and headed for the kitchen to get you some water, in the way that was becoming routine now. Usually by the time she reached you youâd stopped, but not tonight. You were thrashing around in the sheets, eyes still clenched tightly closed as you sobbed and screamed.
She placed the water down, her brows furrowed and sat herself on the edge of the bed. She grabbed at your arms to stop your thrashing before you hurt yourself
â hey! Youâre okay, look at me come on. Sweetheart, look at me. Just a dream. Câmon now â your eyes flung open, terror swirling in your dilated pupils â thatâs it. Look around. Youâre awake. Youâre safe. Youâre safe â
Clearly talking about it hadnât helped. If anything it had made it worse.
â no! Please- no! â
â you gotta be quiet. Look. At. Me! â she grabbed at your face, forcing your wild eyes to focus on her instead â thatâs it. Look at me. You see me? Not a fuckin clicker. No mushrooms in sight. You were dreamin again â you seemed to register her words, slowly calming down as you took in her face in front of you.
â Tess â you whispered it with such relief, like some kind of wish in a prayer had been granted.
â yeah. Thatâs right. Itâs me â you leaned into her touch, apparently grounding yourself again against the feel of her hands against your cheek. She watched you intently, the way you had known her for such little time but so clearly found comfort in her. In her touch.
She wondered if you knew the things she were capable of⌠if you knew the things she had done. Would you be so willing to sit there with her like that?
She let go of you and stood up.
â no â you said suddenly, fingers wrapping around her wrist as she attempted to return to the couch â sorry I- â she looked down at your hand, the way you held onto her â I mean- can you. Could you⌠would you⌠stay? Here. With me â she didnât quite know why the word â yeah â flew into her mouth before she could even think about what youâd said. But she stopped it before it could escape â please Tess. Iâm so scared⌠Iâd feel better if you were here â
â Iâm just around the other side of the wall â
â please. You make me feel safe â that took her aback. She didnât have a single idea how to respond to that. Safe. She made you feel safe.
People didnât feel safe around her. They felt afraid. They felt submissive to her power, they begged for their life, they felt dependent on her for their pills. They didnât feel⌠safe.
But hadnât that been what she had been trying to achieve? Hadnât she wanted to make you feel safe. That you could exist around her and not be scared sheâd hurt you. And it felt different yes, but. It felt nice too.
â okay â it came out far less confident than sheâd wanted it to and she cleared her throat, trying to shake off the clearly obvious confusion she was experiencing â yeah. Yeah. Iâll stay if you want â you closed your eyes in relief and gave her a small smile, letting go of her wrist.
She watched you pull back the covers beside her and she got in, keeping a nice distance between you both. She had to admit it felt nice to be back in her bed. It wasnât the most comfortable of things but anything was better than the couch for another night.
It felt strange laying next to someone though. She hadnât done that for a long. Long. Time. Even when she had made her way through her string of flings and one time things, she hardly ever brought them back to her apartment. And they never slept in her bed if she did bring anyone back. She never let anyone invade her space. That felt too personal.
And yet there you were. In her bed. In her clothes. Finding herself annoyingly thinking about how much better that T-shirt looked on you than it did on her. And trying to ignore how unbelievably normal it felt having you there now. Even more so how normal and comfortable she was having you sleeping beside her.
She turned on her side to look at you, see how at peace you now looked. Your face no longer screwed up in terror, or eyes flashing wildly around the room. The only evidence of your dream the dried tear marks along your cheeks.
She reached out before she could stop herself, wiping at them softly with her fingers. There was a small scar on your left cheek below your eye, she let her finger trace it and wondered how youâd gotten it. She had too many scars to count now. Her face littered with nicks and dotted with freckles from the sun. She wondered if the face she was looking at now had changed in 10 years. If the face you now owned had looked different before the world fell apart.
She instinctively tried to pull away when your hand suddenly moved, placing it over hers gently and holding it in place.
She waited for the embarrassment to come, to ramble some excuse and probably excuse herself back to the couch. But your eyes remained closed, maybe in fear of embarrassing her. Whatever it was. She was grateful. And she let you hold her there, her hand still cupping your face as she fell asleep herself.
â alright. Come here come look at these â Tess broke the comfortable silence that had settled over the apartment for the last few hours, drawing your attention away from the book she had given you. She watched as you hopped your way over to the kitchen table, grabbing onto things to keep your balance whilst keeping your injured ankle off the floor.
Sheâd been working on papers for you for most of the day. Some half cooked insurance policy that made it look like you were a registered citizen if FEDRA happened to come knocking.
Even if they didnât work entirely theyâd still give her enough of a window to get you out before they returned again. And something was better than nothing she supposed.
â FEDRA do random door to door checks, checking for infection â she explained when you slumped into the chair next to her â When they can fuckin be bothered to do it anyway⌠but if they do thereâs a chance theyâll question why youâre here. This apartments only assigned to me, but as long as they think youâre registered it wonât matter. So. Fake papers. According to FEDRA your name is now Christine Hurley â she didnât mention that the real Christine Hurley was in fact in a ditch in one of the back alleys of area 2.
That the real Christine Hurley had thought trying to scam her and Joel with fake ration cards was a good idea, and had gotten a bullet in the forehead for her troubles.
â and these will work? â
â yeah. I make fake papers all the time to get me and Joel in and out of different areas. Shouldâve been a forger pre outbreak. Iâd have been rich as fuckâ you laughed at that and she almost hated the way it made her heart skip. You were making her too fuckin soft and it was annoying. It was frustrating. Sheâd known you barely two weeks now, some of which youâd been unconscious, and yet you were making her soft. You were making her feel. Which was ridiculous
â wonât they still question why Iâm here?â
â yeah but. They wonât really care. As long as you have papers they donât give a shit. Found me with a girl here before. Idiot didnât carry her papers with her. Arrested and⌠well fuck knows where she is now â your face seemed to change ever so slightly at that and she wondered why â just keep them with youâ
â youâve had girls here before? What make a habit of rescuing people do you? â she scoffed at that. Did she seem like the type to go around rescuing people every day?
â no. She was here for⌠she was perfectly healthy. No rescuing â it seemed to take you a moment before your eyebrows arched and you gave a nervous laugh.
â oh â she wasnât embarrassed, she never had been when it came to sex or her enjoyment of it. She wondered if anyone else wouldâve been. Maybe because you didnât seem uncomfortable at the thought, in fact you seemed quite pleased about it. Something mischievous almost flashing in your eyes. â interesting â
â interesting? â
â yeah. Itâs interesting â Tess raised an eyebrow but you simply shrugged, a smile tugging at your lips that you were seemingly trying and failing to suppress.
It didnât seem mocking. More⌠knowing.
She changed the subject.
â well. Thereâs your papers. Keep em with you â you nodded and scanned over them, learning the new information about yourself whilst you were inside Bostons walls. Tess packed her stuff away and stood up, taking it over to the kitchen counter to hide it away in the small stash behind the back of one of the cupboards.
â was she your girlfriend? â Tess froze for a moment as you spoke, glancing slightly behind her to look at you. You were still looking down at the papers, like it was a casual topic to simply make conversation.
â who? â
â the girl. The one who didnât have her papers â she quirked an eyebrow and turned around , folding her arms across her chest and leaning back against the counter
â whyâd you ask? â
â is that a yes â
â itâs not â you hummed a response, flipping the first page over to look at the other which listed all of the work assignments Christine had completed â she wasnât my girlfriend. I donât⌠I donât do girlfriends. Or boyfriends for that matter â
â ahh. Youâre one of those people. Alright â you said, smiling down at the paper and clearly no longer reading it
â whatâs that supposed to mean? â
â nothing bad. Iâm just observing â you finally looked up, sitting back in the chair with amusement on your face. It was a nice change from the sadness that seemed to be settling over your face every now and again â let me guess. You get bored. Or lonely. So you go out, find a find a girl. Or a guy. Fuck them. Then leave them. That right? â
It was right. And she hated that youâd read her so easily.
â no â you scoffed at that
â sure. But lemme ask you. Do you really feel less lonely? When youâre with them? Or is it something else? â she didnât like where this conversation was going. At all. Or the fact that it genuinely made her think. No. Of course it didnât make her feel less lonely. If anything it simply made it worse
â Iâm not lonely. Iâm better on my own â
â I donât think thatâs true â
â yeah. Well you know nothing about meâ her words were a little harsh. Defensive. She didnât want people knowing about her, didnât need someone trying to figure her out.
â but I want to know â you didnât seem shocked by her tone, or her words.
â you donât â she didnât want to tell you. She didnât want to tell you about herself or reveal things about her.
Because it would only scare you off. She knew it.
â hmmm. I do â you smiled as you said it and she couldnt help the way it eased the tension brewing in her muscles â you donât have to tell me bad stuff. Just. Tell me fun stuff. Iâm so starved of like⌠girl talk â Tess scoffed
â there were no girls in your group? â
â there was two. One was a kid. And the other liked to grab me when her boyfriend pissed her off. Then tell me after it was totally a â one time thing and she was literally so straight â â you said with a laugh and bending your fingers into air quotes.
â oh Iâve known a few like that â Tess found she didnât actually mind that topic of conversation. Because it was something she was comfortable with and something she could control. And didnât directly reveal anything about herself. So she sat herself back at the table with you.
â so was I right then? You just fucking your way through the QZ for the fun of it? â
â I wouldnât exactly put it like that â
â so how would you put it â you leant forward, chin on your hand and a cheeky smile plastered across your face. You were loving it. And Tess did have to admit talking to someone other than Joel was a decent change.
â the worlds a pile of shit. I wonât deny myself small pleasures â your grin grew at that
â bet you have them lining up for you huh? That scary thing you do⌠yeah. I bet the guys donât like that though, you whip them into shape too? â you said and wiggled your eyebrows in a way she couldnât help but laugh at. She couldnât remember the last time sheâd really laughed.
â I prefer women. Theyâre more interesting to look at â
â agreed â even before the outbreak sheâd preferred girls. It was true, they were far more interesting, softer, squishier, easier to navigate. Prettier. She couldnât help the way her eyes wandered over you, mind suddenly running wild. And from the look in your eyes, so was yours.
Two evidently touch starved people in such close proximity, with that topic of conversation was never going to end well.
And so she distanced herself before she could put herself in a compromising situation.
â I have to go do some work. But Iâll be back soon â she said and stood up, heading for the door and grabbing her backpack â donât- â
â open the door. Make any sound. Draw any attention to myself. Yes maâam â you said, that grin still stuck on your face â oh and donât go bringing anyone else back here. You might make me jealous â you looked back down at your papers then, leaving Tessâ mind still reeling as she opened the door and headed out.
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The nightmares came again that night, seemingly worse than the previous, leaving you in floods of tears after you woke up. And to Tessâ surprise you fell into her arms, clutching at her tshirt as you sobbed and sniffled. She felt her previous annoyance at being woken up fizzle away in an instant, replaced with a deep ache in her chest. Pain at seeing you so upset when you had been so happy during the day.
It concerned her slightly how much she enjoyed your smile. The way your eyes lit up around her. And how much she hated the tears and the sadness now plaguing your features.
â youâre okay sweetheart. Iâve got you â she said softly, tucking your head under her chin in a way that surprised her as your sobs turned to hiccups and sniffles. You were gripping her tightly, fingers twisted into the material of her shirt as if you were afraid she was about to push you away and leave you there.
Maybe if you had done that on night one she wouldâve. It was strange how much had changed in days. How being around you practically 24/7 had changed her thoughts. She didnât know if she liked it. if she liked how you seemed to be wiggling your way through the cold exterior of her heart, like a worm trying to reach the core of an apple. Burrowing through until it could reach the centre and stay there.
That almost did make her let you go.
She couldnât have that. She couldnât have herself worrying about someone else. Caring about someone else. That was dangerous. And you didnât care for her. You didnât worry. So why should she? Why should she allow herself the stupidity of getting into something so clearly one sided. And something she so clearly didnât have control over. It scared her.
She felt like she was in a car that had had its breaks cut, hurtling towards a brick wall and she had no way of bringing it to a stop.
She really was getting soft. Ridiculously so. There she was sat at her table flicking through a faded and damaged medical book sheâd traded for on the black market the previous day, so she could try and figure out how to get you back on your feet again.
She was reluctantly letting it happen now. Just accepting that she was doomed. That for the short time you would be with her she would allow herself this pathetic softness. And the second you were gone she would have her control back. It was all your fault. Yours completely. Luring her in to believe she could feel. To believe she was allowed to feel. To believe that someone could possibly feel for her.
It was stupid. So. Fucking. Stupid.
â so Iâm pretty sure just a super fuckin bad sprain. Says here⌠two weeks itâll normally start feeling better. But can take up to eight to fully heal â she said, clearing her throat in some attempt to distract her thoughts.
â it does feel better than when I first woke up. So two weeks is accurate â she placed the book down and went over to where you had your ankle up resting on a couch cushion. She peeled away the bandages sheâd wrapped tightly around it to give it some support, pressing and poking slightly at the fading bruises.
â can you move it? Wiggle your toes and shit? â you did just that and she shrugged. She was no doctor. But she patched herself and Joel up enough over the years â alright. câmon. Up â she held out her hands and you took them, they looked so soft and delicate compared to hers. A scar here and there but somehow mostly clear. Nothing compared to the scratches and scrapes on hers. The scars on her knuckles from the numerous times sheâd split them open.
Hands like that didnât fit together. Didnât meet. Hands like hers didnât deserve the privilege of touching hands like yours. Hands like hers didnât deserve to touch anyone in a gentle way. They were for business. For hurting. For pain. Yours werenât. Yours were soft. Smooth. Yours were made for caressing and soothing, for receiving soft kisses on the back.
She was losing it.
She guided one of your arms around her shoulders and helped you get your balance.
â donât try walk. Just. Just try put your weight on it â
â what if- â
â donât worry. Iâve got you. Just be careful yeah? â she watched you carefully as you gently placed your foot down, eyebrows furrowing as you did and hissing in pain through your teeth â I said carefully â you sighed and put it flat on the floor but still heavily leaning against her â feels okay? â
â hurts â Tess nodded and held you tighter around the waist
â try not to lean on me so much. You wonât fall over. Iâve got a hold of you â
â oh youâre gonna catch me? â you said with a small laugh, eyes flickering up to hers briefly. The tone of your voice made her throat a little dry and she couldnât figure out exactly why.
â yeah. Yeah I got you â your face screwed up slightly as she watched you out more of your weight onto it and get used to the feeling.
She held you there for a couple of minutes to regain your balance before slipping your arm off of her and holding your hands in hers.
â now try walk. Hold onto me â
â I donât think I- â
â just try. Look at me â you watched her face carefully as she took small steps back, helping you to get used to the feeling of the ankle being used again.
She was glad Joel had work assignments that day. She didnât think sheâd ever live it down if he turned up at her apartment and saw that. Saw her holding you so carefully and helping you walk again like a child.
But she found in the hour or so that she did it, her cheeks began to hurt from smiling. For once in her life feeling like the world wasnât on her shoulders, happy. Smiling. You smiling with her.
It was nice.
â you got it! Nice work sweetheart â she watched the utter joy on your face as you managed to keep your balance on your own and walk before falling into her arms.
â fuck yeah â you laughed seemingly now exhausted from the small amount of work. But she didnât blame you after so long unable to do anything â can we rest now? â
â we can do whatever you want â she said with a small laugh, arms wrapped around you to keep you up right.
â anything? â you asked quietly, smile fading slightly and looking up at her intently. Tess furrowed her brows, slightly confused at what exactly you were asking her.
It took her completely by surprise when you leant up and kissed her. Standing practically shell shocked as you pressed your lips to hers. It was only a few seconds and then you were pulling back, cheeks flaming red and closing your eyes with a shake of your head
â god Iâm so- Tess Iâm sorry I donât know why I- â
â you need to rest â she said and cleared her throat, not wanting to think about had just happened for even a second. Not prepared to deal with the spiral it would inevitably send her down.
All she knew. Was that she was fucked. well. And truly. Fucked.
â just stay close to me. Try not to talk to anyone. And donât touch anythingâ Tess instructed as she pushed back a palette keeping one of the exits out of the tunnels covered
â yes maâam â you said with a smile and a mock salute, following her through the gap and standing patiently as she dragged the palette back into place â will there be officers? â
â maybe. But the ones around here are just as bad as the smugglers. Theyâre some of our best customers for pills. Turns out sending people to the gallows everyday can fuck you up. Whoâd have guessed? Just do as I say â you stood ridiculously close to her, eventually wrapping your fingers around her wrist as you both entered the courtyard. She wasnât in the mood to loiter and headed straight for the people she needed. Trading off cards for boots, a new jacket, some shirts and jeans.
Stuff youâd need. That she didnât have a surplus of.
Ration cards were as precious as gold those days. And she was spending her hard earned ones on you. She definitely wouldnât telling Joel about that.
She found she didnât mind though. She wanted you to be prepared. Safe. And the boots sheâd found you in barely had any soles left. You wouldnât get far in those.
It had been a week since youâd kissed her and neither of you had mentioned it since. Falling back into that comfortable thing youâd been developing before. Where you could make her laugh and smile. And you would tease her for being too grumpy which would make you smile.
It was odd how normal it was starting to feel having you around. But she always ruined the moment by thinking about the future. About how empty her apartment would feel when you leave. Sheâd gotten used to you. And she almost didnât want to let you go.
Maybe she could work something out, wrap some officers around to her thinking and get you some official papers. She could train you up to help her with her smuggling, show you the ropes and tell you who the best people to deal with were. And who to avoid like the plague.
It could be nice.
â Tess. Havenât seen you around for a few days. Where you been hiding? â she felt you tense beside her as one of the FEDRA officers on her client list made his way towards her. He was a cocky son of a bitch, one who constantly tried to make her lower her prices and was notoriously known for being too heavy handed with the girls he paid for. And had been trying to get his way into her pants for months. Seemingly thinking offering her his dick was worth a half price deal on his pills.
â donât. Speak. Let me do the talking â Tess said in a low voice close to your ear, looking like she was entirely too fascinated by the piles of clothes in front of her â Iâm not selling today Marcus. You know I donât get shit until the end of the month â
â I know. I know. Cant I be friendly and say hello? â she rolled her eyes, hoping heâd just fuck off and leave her be now that he knew she didnât have what he wanted â whoâs the new pet? Following you around like a little lost puppy? â you shuffled closer to her if that was even possible, fingers tightly gripping at her wrist.
â thatâs none of your concern â
â pretty thing â he said with a smirk, craning his head to try and look at where you were attempting to hide behind her. She surprised herself for the millionth time since sheâd found you, when she felt a burning jealousy in her chest. She didnt like the thought of anyone talking about you. Even looking at you. Thinking about you. Which was fuckin. Stupid. But she hated it â maybe you come give me a visit when sheâs done with you huh? â
â I donât think so â her voice was bitter, unable to stop herself from appearing as jealous as she was
â what? Cant she speak for herself? Come on Tess. Itâs nice to share â
â not this one â she freed her wrist from your grasp and draped her arm around your shoulder instead, pulling you against her body. You sighed a slight sigh of relief at the contact, pressing yourself against her. She tossed down some more cards for the clothes and handed them to you â put âem in your bag â you did as you were told, the slightly worried expression that had been on you face still there. But a little less now she had a hold of you.
â settling down? Youâre not the type. You send her my way when you get bored. Iâll be waiting. Iâll even pay you double on my next batch â Tess scoffed and turned to face him, trying to ignore the burning anger boiling away in her chest at the thought of him anywhere near you.
She saw the state he left some girls in, the thought of that happening to you was enough to make her want to put a bullet through his head in the middle of the courtyard.
â you know thatâs not my game â he shrugged and raised his hands in mock surrender â go talk to Robert heâll point you in the right direction. But this one? Sheâs mine. So back the fuck off. And come find me at the end of the month for your shit. Okay? â she enjoyed the way that even the officers listened when she commanded it, that the simple tone of voice and the reputation she was gaining was enough to make anyone do as she said.
â alright alright. Stay out of trouble â he said with another smirk, but not as smug as it previously had been â and you â he said, throwing a wink at you and walked away.
â letâs get you home yeah? â she said it loud enough that she hoped Marcus heard it. That you were going back with her. Not him. Never him.
â yes please â she could feel your eyes burning into her as you walked back, almost tripping up because you werenât paying attention to where you were walking.
You seemed flustered. Frantic almost. She wondered if Marcus had shaken you up, overwhelmed you.
She couldnât have been more wrong if sheâd tried. Once you both got back into her apartment she realised what had gotten into you.
You grabbed at her arm when she closed the door, yanking at her with a confidence she hadnât seen from you before. You pulled her close and to her surprise yet again, you kissed her. For the second time. It was a lot more confident than the first, more⌠desperate. Your lips pressing harder against hers than sheâd expected.
She found herself kissing you back that time, turning you around and crowding you back against the door. She knew she shouldnât haven given in, shouldnât be letting her desire her in the way of what she knew was right and wrong.
But she couldnât help herself.
Maybe it was the pent up jealousy and anger from down in the market, kissing you being the safest form of release for it. And the most enjoyable. Not that battering the fuck out of Marcus wouldnât have been thoroughly enjoyable. But making out with you? It beat anything else by miles.
It made her regret not kissing you back the first time, when your lips felt like that against hers. Tasted like that. It felt cruel to have denied herself of it.
It was the feel of your fingers gently pushing at her shirt that snapped her back into reality, made her see some common sense again.
â hey. Hey we canât â she said softly, hands soothing over your arms and closing her eyes for a moment. She sighed and looked at you, your cheeks flushed â we canât â she didnât explain herself. Couldnât. Couldnât tell you that she was getting far too attached. That sleeping with you could well and truly be the final nail in the coffin that she was burying herself in.
â Iâm sorry â you said, clearly embarrassed. Tess couldnât tear her eyes away from your lips. Parted and glossy with saliva. She wanted to kiss you again.
â itâs okay. Donât sweat it â she looked away before she could.
â just. The way you were out there. With that officer and and the way you spoke about me I- god â she found a smile tugging at her lips as she watched your flustered attempt to explain, groaning and putting your head in your hands. She nudged her fingers under your chin to make you look at her, noticing the way your breath shuddered slightly. You were so easy to work up.
â donât be embarrassed â she could practically see you melting under her gaze, the low tone of her voice and intense gaze making you look ready to drop to your knees. And wouldnât that be a sight.
A sight she had to remind herself she did not need to see.
â go empty your bag, take a shower or something i donât know about you but that market makes me feel grimy as fuck. Then we wonât talk about it. Yeah?â You nodded your head and gave her a warm smile
â yeah â she stepped away from you, watching you head for the bathroom and close the door behind you. She ran a hand over her face, a deep sigh shuddering past her lips. What was she doing?
Usually she wouldâve kept going. Wouldâve happily fucked you and been fine about it. She was no stranger to doing just that and then moving on. But there was something about you. Something about the anger she had felt around Marcus, the jealousy and the possessiveness.
Even the fact that she was still sharing a bed with you. And most nights now sheâd wake up to find you pressed against her. Cuddling like a couple as if it were the most normal thing. That she enjoyed waking up to your smile, your eyes. You.
What had you done to her?
â I think youâre gonna have to go soon â the realisation of the fact had hit her like a ton of bricks that morning. Or maybe it had been sooner than that and she had been forcing herself to ignore it.
Your lack of reaction told her you probably knew that.
Staying with her had never been a permanent thing. But she felt she was pushing her luck now, the fact you had managed to stay as long as you had was a miracle in itself.
â they found a whole group of unregistered people in an apartment in area 3 the other day. FEDRAS upping their random checks and⌠look Iâm good at fake papers but they can only do so much. If they find out youâre not a registered citizen theyâll have you up on the gallows before you can even tell them your real name â she ran a hand over her face with a deep sigh â and I canât fuckin see that happen to you sweetheart I canât â
You didnât say anything right away, which she hated. It meant that her words hung there in the silence for a little too long. Gave her that minute too long to think about them and wish she could yank them back and shove them back down her throat.
Then your hand tentatively reached out for hers that was on the table, fingers ghosting over her knuckles before gently squeezing in what she assumed was your attempt at reassuring her.
â I never thought Iâd even make it into Boston and with your help I wouldnât have. I thought youâd kick me out the moment Iâd woken up. I never expected you to let me stay as long as you have and put yourself in a position⌠Iâm trying to say thank you I guess. And that⌠I know⌠I know you wouldnât tell me to go unless I really had to â
She glanced up at you and couldnât quite read the expressions on your face. It annoyed her still. How she couldnât get a grasp on you, couldnât get into your head in the way she could with others. But that didnât matter anymore did it. You were leaving.
â I know this couple in a town not too far from here. Thatâs where I was coming from when I found you⌠Bill and Frank. I spoke to Frank last night on the radio and he said you can go there for a few days. They have more supplies than you can fuckin imagine theyâll give you what you need. Franks real good with the radio heâs gonna listen in, see what he can hear and find you a QZ thatâs letting people in â you nodded and gave her a small smile
â how do I get there? â
â Iâll take you â there was never any question in that. Youâd almost died on your way in. Never mind the way out. You nodded, processing the information.
Talking to Frank on the radio the previous night has been hard but now she was discussing with you it made it feel far too real. The stark realisation that you wouldnât be in the room after tomorrow. You wouldnât be in her bed, smiling at her when you woke up, loudly commenting on the book you were reading when a character did something you didnât like. Just your presence .
â câmere for a second â you rose to your feet instantly walking over to her and standing between her legs. She ran her hands gently along your legs and looked up at you, her gaze soft â Iâll make sure you get there safe. I promise you Bill and Frank will help you out â
You straddled her thighs, looping your arms around her neck and pressing your forehead to hers. It felt too⌠romantic. Intimate. It felt exactly what she had been so terribly trying to avoid. but maybe she was stupid for ever thinking she could live with you and be around you so constantly and not end up in such a position. You were like a siren luring her in, filling her senses and overwhelming her with desire no matter how hard she attempted to fight it. No one wouldâve been able to resist you. No one.
â Iâm gonna miss you â you whispered, so close your lips brushed hers as you spoke â Iâm gonna miss your stupid face â Tess chuckled at that.
â stupid? â
â mhm. So stupid â
â so stupid you try kiss me any chance you fuckin get? â it was the first time youâd both actually mentioned either of the kisses out loud. But she guessed it didnât matter if it made things awkward now.
You were leaving. What did she have to lose.
â I have a head injury I donât think my thought process can be trusted â
â it canât â you twisted a lock of her dark hair around your finger, another thing that felt casually intimate.
â I guess I cant be blamed then. Cant be blamed for this either â she refused to let her fears get the better of her that time. Taking the chance whilst she still had it, kissing you back with the same gentleness you were. It felt bittersweet. Nothing could be bad about kissing you, but the knowledge she might never get to kiss you again? That was painful.
â Iâm really gonna miss you â you whispered once you pulled away, short breaths hitting Tessâ lips.
â yeah sweetheart. Iâll miss you too â
Tess hadnât anticipated the heavy feeling in chest on the last night with you in her apartment. Unable to sleep and simply staring up at the ceiling as you lay curled up beside her.
She reminisced on the weeks youâd spent with her. How much youâd managed to wiggle into her heart and make her feel things she thought sheâd forgotten.
She felt stupid. But it was okay. You would be gone that time tomorrow, she would drink. She would forget. She would carry on. She would go back to normal. She tried to ignore the small voice in the back of her head telling her that wasnât what she wanted now. But she had no choice.
She startled as your hand moved, sliding over her arm with a soft sigh
â cant sleep either? â she looked down to see your eyes wide awake and watching her. Sheâd miss the way you looked at her. Admired her. Never afraid.
â no â she turned onto her side, reaching out to tuck your hair away from your face â itâs gonna be weird when youâre gone â she confessed in a whisper, almost hoping it was too quiet for you to hear. It wasnât of course.
â yeah. I got used to looking at your grumpy face everyday â she huffed a small laugh and rolled her eyes â maybe I can write or something when I find a new QZ. Send radio messages. I donât know. Something â
â yeah. Maybe â that would only hurt you both more she was certain of it. But she wouldnât tell you that now. Sheâd let you hope and think of something good that the future may hold â do you wanna try get some more sleep? â
â No I canât â you said with a shake of your head and shuffled a little closer to her â I can think of something to pass the time time though â Tess smiled and slipped her hand around to the back of your neck
â funny. So can I â she pulled you towards her, capturing your lips with hers and pulling a soft sigh from you as she did. She regretted not kissing you more. Regretted not giving in to her thoughts whilst sheâd had you, some half ditched attempt to protect herself. As if it still wouldnât hurt.
You kissed different than anyone else sheâd been with. Which sounded cheesy and she felt stupid for thinking it. But it was true. Girls that were being overly dramatic to try and get paid more or girls that were just like her. Lonely and looking for some form of human contact.
But you were⌠invested. Kissing her like you actually meant it. Tender and careful, soft moans into her mouth that were slowly working her up.
â I thought of. Of something else. That. We could do. More thanâŚkissing â you whispered in between soft kisses â if you want â she didnât need to second guess or even give it a single second of thought. You were leaving tomorrow whether she or you liked it or not. So what did she have to lose now? Nothing.
And who was she to deny herself of such pleasure in world full of a whole lot of pain. Especially now. Especially with you.
She pushed at you, placing her body on top of yours and caging your head between her arms, not giving you a second to even attempt to take control from her. Not that she thought she would really. Not when you had been so willing to do as exactly as youâd been told the entirety of your stay with her.
She felt ever so slightly out of practice. It wasnât a lack of experience, Jesus if anything she had too much experience. Which she wasnât entirely proud of but who the fuck cared? The world was ending. Had ended. Sheâd take any small ounce of pleasure she could seek out. You didnât seem like the type for that. She couldnât picture you slinking around in the less desirable areas picking up girls just because she wanted something- or rather someone- to do.
No. You seemed too⌠pure. For that. Tess wasnât pure. Not at all. But she could pretend. She could pretend if thatâs what you wanted. Though she wasnât entirely sure it was. Not with the way your hands were grabbing at her, hands restless as they slipped under the hem of her shirt to touch her skin.
She kissed you until she had no choice but to pull away to breathe, immediately moving to your neck instead. Your skin was like a blank canvas and she was going to take great joy in marking it.
â Tess â you practically whimpered her name, pushing at her tshirt in some silent request to get it off. But sheâd be damned if she was gonna let you get her naked first. Her fingers worked at the button up youâd gone to bed in, still working at your neck as she did. She hadnât really liked the shirt on herself, so had happily let you take it when youâd picked it out. But on you? She almost didnât want to take it off you completely. There was something about the thought of fucking you in her clothesâŚ
She had to sit up to admire the view, reluctantly detaching her lips from your soft skin.
â fuck â she couldnât help it, it left her mouth without her consent. The sight of you was enough to ruin her for life. Her shirt open and revealing your heaving chest, the blush creeping across your cheeks and the blossoming marks on your neck⌠oh she was fucked.
She reached out, grabbing at your tits and sighing heavily at how heavenly your body was. Youâre back arching into her touch as she moulded the squishy flesh beneath her fingers, dropping her head down again to get her mouth on you too.
She was like a greyhound chasing a rabbit. Tunnel vision and a singular end goal, you the only thing in her sight. In her mind. Desperate to touch and taste and fill her senses with nothing other than you.
â oh god â you whined as she flattened her tongue, licking across your nipple and testing your reaction. She knew youâd be whiny. Knew youâd be someone she could work into a whimpering mess with ease.
She had a knack for knowing these things.
â youâre fuckin beautiful â she said as she rolled a nipple between her fingers, peppering kisses across your chest as she did â so fuckin beautiful â she was stupid to think sheâd be able to forget you with a bottle of whiskey. How on earth would she ever get the image of you underneath her out of her mind.
You squirmed around beneath her, small sighs and whimpers escaping past your lips when she grazed her teeth against your skin. Your fingers lacing into her hair and scratching your blunt nails against her scalp.
She didnât let herself get side tracked for too long, she had an end goal to reach that resulted in her head happily between your thighs. And with the sounds you were already making and the way you were squirming around, she got the picture you were more than ready for that.
She moved back up to be level with your face, kissing you again and letting her hands wander. Mapping out your body with her fingers so she could commit the thought to memory.
â please Tess. I need you. God I need you just- please â you whimpered into her mouth, raising your hips up against her in desperation. If you had been anyone else sheâd have denied you. Made you beg and edged you until she was bored â I waited weeks donât make me wait any longer â
But she couldnât do that to you. How could she possibly deny you of anything you wanted from her? When you were underneath her looking like that, making sounds like that.
â weeks huh? â
â yes â that made her feel pretty fucking smug. But also made her feel slightly less stupid for⌠whatever it was she was feeling for you.
So she didnât waste any time. Moving down your body after another kiss to your swollen lips.
She pulled your underwear down your legs soothing her hands over your thighs before pushing them apart. Making a point to leave the shirt on. Part of her felt like she shouldnât be rushing. But she was desperate to taste you.
The noise that left your mouth when she parted you with her tongue was heavenly, she felt addicted in an instant. She wanted to hear it again. Over and over. She never wanted to hear a single other sound for the rest of her life. It paired with the look on your face had a small shuddering breath passing her own lips, in complete and utter awe of you.
She had wanted to draw it out, to have you writhing and whimpering and wreck you for anyone else. But the sounds you were making and the blissful look in your eyes⌠she was desperate to make you come. Desperate to see what youâd look like, what sounds that would draw out of you. Maybe it was a little selfish, but she didnât care.
Your taste flooded her tongue and she was like a starving woman eating for the first time in days. She was feral.
Her arms looped around your thighs to keep you in place and she went to town. She wanted to feel you coming on her tongue, wanted to see the exact look on your face, know the taste.
She felt like she could stay there for hours. Days. Weeks. Trapped between the pillowy flesh of your thighs, senses flooded with you. Your taste on her tongue, your moans in her ears, soft skin beneath her fingers.
Your fingers pulled at her hair, whining her name in a way that made a smug smile creep its way onto her face.
â you know itâs⌠itâs been a while so- â you attempted to form a sentence, gasping and arching your back in between your words â I donât think Iâll last- fuck Tess â that was practically music to her ears. And a lively boost to the ego that she had you on edge already.
â thatâs okay sweetheart, you wanna come for me? Yeah? â you eyes were screwed shut and you nodded quickly, pushing her face closer to your cunt again which made her smile â I got youâ
It was only another minute or so until you were pulling almost painfully at her hair, holding on for dear life as you came on her tongue. You were stronger than sheâd expected, managing to trap her head with your thighs even with her holding them, keeping her in place until your body went slack and she she came up gasping for air. With the biggest fucking smug grin on her face.
She looked up at you from her spot between your legs, admiring the blissful look on your face, the droplets of sweat along your sternum, her shirt still hanging open on you.
She made her way back up to your lips with a trail of kisses. Wet, soft, open mouthed kisses that made goosebumps rise on your skin.
â you good? â she asked, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips
â good doesnât even cut it â she laughed as you beamed a smile, open your eyes to look up at her â I wanted you to do that after the market â
â I know you did â sheâd wanted to do it too. But sheâd stopped herself like the idiot she clearly was. She moved to lay beside you, still watching you closely. She wanted to remember every detail of you. No matter how painful it would be. She wanted to remember.
â you know what else I wanna do? â you said, shuffling closer and trailing your hand along her waist and across the front of her. She grabbed at your hand before you could move it any closer, effectively stopping you in your tracks
â please let me â you whispered, eyes wide and glassy looking up at her like she was the last woman on earth. She wasnât used to being looked at like that. Even with you. Even with you who had never looked at her with anything but some seemingly deep rooted adoration and affection. Never fear.
â you donât have to â it was rare she let anyone reciprocate. She didnât like the way it made her feel so⌠exposed. Vulnerable. Like some baby animal being lured into a lions den ready to be mauled to death.
You reached up with your other hand, gently brushing her dark hair away from her face and behind her ear. She didnât entirely know how to react. She didnât now what to do with such tenderness. It made her brain flash with an error code like some janky 90s PC. Her mind coming up blank when confronted with such care and compassion.
â I know I donât have to. But I want to. Please â she was used to people wanting to please her. She could have any fucker running doing whatever she asked if she dangled a bag of pills in front of them, like donkeys working for carrots. But someone wanting to please her like that? To give simply because they felt like that, to not expect a single thing in return.
She didnât know how to respond. Simply looked at you in silence. You seemed to see the cogs coming to a grinding halt in her head, eyes flickering over her face.
â youâll let me Tess? â she still didnât really now what to say. And it was starting to piss her off. She always knew what to say. She always knew what to do. But not with you.
You pushed lightly at her shoulder, urging her to lay on her back. And to her own surprise she found herself doing it, head falling against the pillow and your face re appearing above hers. That alone felt a little wrong. She never let anyone on top. Ever. Never sacrificed that power to anyone.
â after all youâve done for me â you whispered against her lips, nudging your nose to hers â you deserve something in return. Let me make you feel as good as you made me feel â she could feel small tendrils of panic starting to wind their way up into her chest, twisting around her ribs and tightening. So she took back some control, hand slipping to the back of your neck and pulling you down to kiss her as hard as she could manage.
She knew you werenât about to do anything bad. But it was simply the act of letting someone have her so vulnerable to them. It terrified her.
â trust me â you whispered in between kisses â you trust me donât you? â
â yeah â she surprised herself with how quickly she said it, how unbelievably certain she was of the fact. That she did trust you. In the weeks since youâd woken up sheâd grown to trust you as much as sheâd trust Joel. Maybe she was stupid for that.
She took a sharp intake of breath as your hand pushed past her underwear, fingers dipping into the wetness between her folds and softly circling her clit.
â see, youâre wet. Pretty proud of myself for that â you were trying to lighten the mood and it helped a little. A small smile trying to creep its way onto her face.
She was used to her own fingers and only her fingers. But yours were something else. Those soft gentle hands that she had felt looked so out of place in an apocalypse, felt like velvet. You watched her face intently and she almost felt embarrassed, it was odd for her. To be so exposed and so closely observed.
You slipped your fingers inside of her with ease, her eyes falling closed as she attempted to steady her breathing from the intrusion. She couldnât remember the last time sheâd let someone do that, sheâd forgotten how it felt. It was nothing like how it felt to do it herself.
You were reaching places she never could, breathy sounds escaping her even when she tried to stop them.
â I wish you could see what you looked like right now â your voice was almost awe filled, like you were simply amazed the sight of her. Maybe you were
â shut up â she said, breathless, pulling you down to kiss her again in some attempt to change the subject. Not wanting the attention on herself, sinking her teeth into your bottom lip to make you whimper into her mouth again.
She figured sheâd be done just as fast as you had been, especially when you seemed to know exactly where to touch. You hit some place devastating, the tight knot in her belly growing and growing
â fuck. Stay right fuckin there â she gasped, fingers gripping your wrist as you did as sheâd asked. Focussing on the same spot over and over again. She kept her eyes on you. Kneeling over her, in her shirt, the sight alone was enough to finish her off.
She pulled you down to her mouth again, scared sheâd do something embarrassing like make noise, kissing you as she came on your fingers. Holding you firmly in place as her walls convulsed around you and her body rushed with heat, every muscle tensing before going limp and leaving her feeling like a rag doll.
She was breathless as she let you go, her skin on fire and prickling with heat.
â well fuck me â she mumbled. Throwing an arm over her eyes for a moment and to her surprise, laughing. You giggled beside her laying down and slinging a leg over hers, both your skins slippery with sweat. But she didnât care.
â I just did didnât I? â you said in the most innocent tone, simply making her laugh again. You both settled into a comfortable silence then, lazily kissing until you dropped your head.
As you both lay there, your head resting on her chest and hand over her heart, she almost wanted to cry. Which was fucking stupid. She didnât cry. That wasnât her.
â you know youâre still gonna have to leave â she whispered â itâs not safe for you to stay here â she felt your breathing stutter slightly and she knew you were crying. But she didnât mention it. Didnât want to embarrass you or risk making herself cry too by acknowledging it â you know you still have to go âYou gave a small nod. You knew. You knew this was always going to be the outcome, both of you did.
â yeah. I know â she was silent for a few minutes before gently pushing at your body, urging you to turn on your side. She pressed herself against your back, her arms sliding gently over your waist and her nose nudging lightly at the back of your neck.
â couple more hours â she whispered against your skin â couple more hours. Then Iâll take you to the wall⌠couple more â you rested your hand over hers and nodded again, tears welling in her eyes as you did. She refused to let them fall. She wasnât that pathetic.
â couple more hours â you echoed softly, voice barely above a whisper in some attempt to hide the evident crack in your tone as you seemingly failed at keeping the tears in â just a couple more â
#this took ridiculousy long to transfer but here you go#tess servopoulos x reader#tess servopoulos#tess tlou#the last of us#tlou#the last of us fanfic#x you#smut#fluff#Anna torv#other characters for exposure:#Joel miller#Ellie Williams#Tommy miller
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Fake Dating Series:
KirishimaXFem!Reader
(ft. Ex Hawks)
Warnings: SMUT AHOY! (Actual smut- like DNI if under 18) , a bit of Yandere Hawks at the end (canât help myself), angst, pure filth, cheesy, cheating mentioned
I had an idea a while back about a little fic series around the beautiful cliche trope of fake dating. Overdone you say? YUP! But itâs so tasty I canât help it! Needless to say, all characters in my fics are 18+. In this one, MC and Kirishima are in their mid to late twenties.
So this is the first one!!! Feel free to reblog if you want, I literally write these for myself but if you like it lemme know if thereâs anything else you wanna see!
Summary:
Hawks shows up at the agency and tries to get back together with you. You try to blow him off but heâs pushy. Getting irritated you say youâre dating someone. When he asks who, Kirishima walks over and you get an idea.
âJust go with it.â
âWhat?â
You pull Kirishima by the harness on his chest and bring him in for a short kiss; what you werenât expecting was for him to kiss you back.
âUm⌠still here, (Y/N).â Hawks clears his throat uncomfortably, while you are stuck staring up at Kirishimaâs face.
âWanna get out of here, pebble?â He asks with a sly grin.
âYou have no idea.â
You had felt your phone incessantly buzzing in your back pocket all day. You prayed silently that this meeting would end soon; you could hardly pay attention to it anyway.
âEverything okay, Jumper?â You heard someone call out to you. When you looked up it was none other than Red Riot, your coworker and acquaintance. You rubbed your neck nervously.
âYeah- just have a lot on my mind I guess.â You looked up at him with a soft smile before standing- even if you were tall for the average woman, he stood easily a foot and a half above you, though he was less intimidating than his appearance would suggest.
âWell if you need anything, let me know.â He smiled again kindly, then offered you a small stack of papers. âNotes. From the meeting.â You took them gingerly, looking up at him with a raised brow. âSeemed like you missed some of the info today, wouldnât want you falling behind.â His face was almost bashful as he said this, his mouth opening slightly like he was preparing to speak again.
âRiot!â Dynamight called out for his friend suddenly and Red Riot gave you a small wave before walking away, leaving you a little dumbstruck. Sure, Red Riot was nice- he had even been dubbed the new gentlemanly hero- but something about the gesture gnawed at you. Unfortunately you didnât have much time to stare after him in bewilderment as your phone began ringing. Again.
You whipped your phone out of your pocket, turning towards the elevator and making sure you were alone before you hit âanswerâ.
âWhat do you want?â You spat out, hand smashing the down button as you looked behind you in a paranoid fashion. You prayed as you waited for the doors to open that no one would follow you.
âOh come on, donât be like that little bird.â The voice that came over was saccharine and sweet, the syrupy tone making your stomach turn. You waited until you were inside the elevator with the door closed to respond.
âDonât call me that, Hawks.â Your teeth were grinding.
âIâm downstairs.â
âWhat? Downstairs where?â
âAt your agency. Letâs go for dinner or some coffee- you know you canât-â
âIâm not going anywhere with you. Fuck off and go away.â You hung up the phone, practically slamming it in your frustration.
Two years. Two years of your life you had dedicated to that insufferable, egotistical, bird brainedâ ugh! And three months ago, you found out he had been cheating on you with some young up and coming sidekick. You closed your eyes, exhaling deeply before collapsing on the cool elevator wall. When the doors opened, you were in the hallway to the lockers.
You had been throwing yourself into your work since you had broken up with Hawks. You had spent the past few months pulling shift after shift- and now you were being forced to take the weekend off. This was especially frustrating to you at the moment; if Hawks didnât leave like you asked, you wouldnât have a good excuse to lose him, and the man had a way of getting what he wanted. You made it to the showers, cleaned yourself then changed into civilian clothing, praying that he had the decency to finally listen to you on your elevator ride back to the lobby. Though, if his incessant harassment the past three months had anything to say about the likelihood of that happening⌠the doors opened and you steeled yourself, trying to visualize an undisturbed path to the exit.
As you approached the front desk at the lobby, your heart sank. He was still there, casually leaning on the marble counter, blatantly flirting with the receptionist.
âWell I would be crazy not to want that back.â You muttered, rolling your eyes before trying to walk as quietly as possible past him.
âBaby bird!â He called out to you and you stopped, feeling your shoulders hunch over.
âI told you to fuck off.â You spoke through your teeth. He walked over to you, opening his arms as if wanting a hug, then after seeing your expression lowered them slowly.
âLook- I know that-â he actually looked remorseful as he paused, âI messed up.â
âYou messed up?â You barked out a laugh. âDid you mess up the first time when you fucked her in your office? Or the tenth time when you fucked her in our bed?â Your glare was seething now, and his face was heartbroken. As much as the part of you that had loved him wanted to reach out and make him feel better, the part of you that he broke rejoiced seeing him in pain.
âYes, (Y/N). I fucked up. And Iâve regretted it every single day. I miss you, canât we just talk about this?â
âNo, we canât.â
âWhy not?â Just then, the pinging sound of the elevator caught your attention and you looked over your shoulder to seeâ the perfect distraction.
âI donât think my new boyfriend would like it.â You lifted your chin haughtily before you heard the heavy footsteps approaching.
âBoyfriend?â
âHey! Jumper, Hawks, howâs it goin?â Just as you expected, Red Riot approached the two of you at the desk, smiling brightly, completely unaware he was about to be the perfect decoy.
âHey babe!â You called out enthusiastically before trotting over to him. He was still in his hero gear, no doubt going for a last patrol on his way home. He looked down at you with a slightly quizzical expression before you whispered so only he could hear, âJust go with it.â
You grabbed his shoulder harness, pulling him down to you and before he could react or protest, kissed him. It was meant to be a quick peck on the lips, nothing too showy but the second after you pulled away, you felt his hand reach behind your head, fingers threading in your hair as he brought you back for more.
His lips were softer than you expected from the hardened hero, more experienced too. His lips moved along yours with a delicate fervor, quickly you lost yourself in him. Your hand that had been wrapped around his harness tightened and you pulled him ever closer, practically whimpering into his open mouth as the kiss heated. His tongue probed your bottom lip, requesting entrance and without a second thought you allowed it.
âUm⌠(y/n)? I'm still right here.â You heard Hawks behind you and it brought you back to the present. Pulling away, you attempted to gather your breath as you looked up at Red Riot.
He was looking at you with a hunger that made your thighs clench together. You didnât know what you had expected when you kissed him, probably just an awkward joke and maybe an offer to walk you home, but this was⌠carnal. He was smirking down at you, sharpened teeth glinting in the fluorescent light.
âWanna get out of here, pebble?â His voice was gravelly, thunderous and you bit your lip as you nodded.
âYou have no idea.â You managed to whisper as he wrapped his arm around your waist.
âSorry we couldnât catch up, Hawks.â He spoke, still looking into your eyes as he did. âLooks like my little pebble needs to get home. Iâm sure you understand.â
With that, the two of you left, leaving Hawks standing dumbfounded behind you.
âYou wanna tell me what that was about?â Riot finally spoke again as the two of you entered the parking garage.
âNot really.â Your mind was still spinning, âThanks for the help, Riot.â
âItâs Kirishima.â He said, softly as you approached your car.
âKirishima.â You tested it out. It was foreign on your tongue, but not unwelcome.
âYou want me to go home with you?â He asked and you felt a blush bloom across your face before you looked at him dumbly.
âHuh?â He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, a blush creeping up on his cheeks as well.
âI mean- to make sure you get there safely and everything.â He cleared his throat, suddenly breaking your gaze. You smiled, your stomach feeling flutterings you hadnât experienced for almost two years.
âIâm a hero too, you know.â You said, teasingly.
âO-of course, I just thought-â you giggled, he was too easy to tease.
âIâm happy to bring you back to your place- it looks like you were planning on one last patrol though.â He finally looked back at you, his eyes trying to read your expression. It was stifling, that look and you cleared your throat before rambling on, âI suppose I do owe you a bit of an explanation. Itâs the least I could do to give you a ride as thanks.â
âI was planning on another round but itâs late⌠so if youâre willing to drive me⌠what Iâm saying isâŚâ he stopped himself, âIâd like that.â He muttered.
You nodded, then walked to your driver's side, sitting down and trying to not scream internally as he sat next to you. Your car adjusted with his weight and you felt suddenly self conscious about the state of your car- would he judge you for the smell of stale coffee or the miscellaneous straw wrappings on your passenger side floor? If he did, he didnât say anything, he just casually provided you his address for the GPS. For the next few minutes, the only sound that could be heard were the incessant directions of your car, taking you on what felt like the longest drive of your life.
âHeâs my ex.â You said, suddenly, to break the silence the two of you had lapsed into.
âWho?â He looked over at you, and though you trained your eyes on the road, you could detect surprise in his tone.
âHawks.â
âReally?â
âYup.â You said almost curtly. âBroke up a few months ago.â You readjusted, feeling his gaze on you was a little uncomfortable.
âWhy did youââ he let himself trail off, then caught himself. âActually, I donât need to know, Iâm sorry that was-â
âWe have different definitions of fidelity.â You interrupted him. âI think it means you stay loyal to one person, he thinks if someone else wants you and theyâre super hot, sleeping with them should be acceptable.â You smirked as you shrugged, though saying it out loud hurt you more than you would like to admit.
You hadnât talked about the break up with anyone. Not even your best friend. All she knew was you were done, and you didnât want to go back. Kirishima was now the only one who knew the truth.
âThatâs so unmanly.â He said, as solemnly as possible and you barked out a laugh. âWhat? What did I say?â
âNothing-â you said through giggles as you pulled up to his apartment. âItâs just-â more giggles âunmanly?â You bit your lip, finally turning to him as you parked.
âSo⌠heâs the one that was calling you all day?â Kirishima changed the subject. You sighed, resting your head on the seat as you turned toward him.
âYeah. He wants to get back together. Doesnât seem to understand the phrase âfuck offâ.â You smiled, though it didnât quite meet your eyes.
âAnd you think that kiss will be enough to keep him away?â He asked, almost incredulously.
âI would think so-â you looked at him through your lashes. âIt was a pretty great kiss.â You chewed at your bottom lip subconsciously and you watched as his eyes followed the movement.
âI donât think heâs gonna stop until he really gets the message.â His voice had changed again, all low and sexy and you felt those butterflies again.
âSo what do you suggest?â You swallowed, your mouth was suddenly completely dry. He leaned over to you, his massive hand caressing your face and covering half of it.
âMake the message so loud, he canât ignore it.â He brought his face to yours, eyes looking in yours then to your lips to give you plenty of time to change your mind. In response, you leaned in to close the gap, brushing your lips against his just barely.
He increased the pressure, exhaling in relief as you permitted him to continue kissing you. The two of you quickly became a mess of tongues and teeth- though as things became more heated, the tiny space of your car was hardly accommodating.
âWould you like to-â he broke the kiss to ask you a question, though you didnât let him finish.
âFuck yes, letâs go.â He smiled at this, chuckling as his thumb caressed your cheek.
âI was going to say come up for a drink, but I have a feeling you have a little more on your mind.â Your face reddened in embarrassment.
âA d-drink would be nice.â You swallowed. âIâm a little thirsty.â
âThatâs one way to put it .â He said with another smirk and you pushed his chest, smoothing your hair and trying to catch your breath when you heard his rumbling laugher as he exited the car. The sound of it was enchanting. He walked around and opened your door, ever the gentleman, and you unfastened your seatbelt before grabbing his hand and following him inside.
Kirishima had a massive penthouse apartment, with all new everything and expensive furnishings.
âSo this is a top heroâs apartment, huh?â You asked as you looked around wide-eyed. âYou probably spend in a month what I do in a year.â You mused out loud as he walked over to his massive kitchen, grabbing a couple bottles of water from the fridge.
âIâm comfortable.â He said with a slight chuckle. âBut it helps that I split the rent.â He walked towards you, offering you a water before gesturing to a large U shaped leather couch by a fireplace.
âYou have a roommate?â You watched him nod, then sat on the edge of the couch, watching him walk away before your eyes continued to drag themselves around the room âWho? Wait, youâre not-â he shook his head.
âIâm single, donât worry.â You let out an exhale you didnât know you were holding. âBakugo and I have been roommates since college.â Your brows raised at this.
âDynamight?â You asked incredulously. âLord-Explosion-Murderâscreams-at-children-number-two-heroâDynamight is your roommate?â
âYep. Hey, do you want anything harder than water?â You heard him call out to you, apparently in your awe he had returned to the kitchen.
âYou bet your ass I do-â you muttered, then louder; âwhiskey, if you have it?â You looked back at him and watched him nod, his back to you as he rifled through the kitchen, moving surprisingly swiftly to grab a glass and some expensive looking amber fluid in a crystal container.
You had been staring into the fireplace, still oscillating between several levels of shook before you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder. You looked up, and Kirishima was smiling at you, handing you a glass of whiskey.
âDo you mind if I go clean up?â He asked with almost an apologetic expression. âI havenât had a chance yet to change and-â you nodded
âThatâs fine, Iâll just be out hereâŚâ you gestured to the couch. âWaiting.â You offered what you hoped was a sexy smile, not missing the way he swallowed before he straightened up.
âFive minutes. Promise.â He was almost childlike as he scampered off, leaving you to collapse into the couch in wonder at the situation you now found yourself in.
What a bizarre series of events. Not even an hour ago, Red Riot was a coworker you barely knew. Just someone who you would idly chat with in the mornings, occasionally fight beside on patrol- now you were in his apartment, drinking whiskey, watching a fire and waiting for him toâ you took a drink, hoping the alcohol would calm your nerves.
Kirishima was an incredibly attractive man. Maybe not by super traditional standards; with his spiky teeth and even spikier hair, but there was always a kindness to him you found intriguing. Not to mention, he was absolutely ripped. Nearly seven feet of carved muscle and rugged angles, a sharp contrast to his normally shy and kind personality. Your nails tapped on the glass in your hand as you stared into the flames.
What if this was a mistake? You didnât know exactly what was happening tonight, though you knew what you had hoped for. He was really too nice of a guy to be a reboundâŚ
As you lost yourself in your thoughts, feeling the pleasant warmth of the fire and the hum of the whiskey making its way through your bones, you were snapped out of your reverie by the sound of a door closing.
âHope you didnât wait too long.â His voice echoed out and you looked up, letting out what could definitely be interpreted as a moan.
Freshly showered Kirishima was a god. His hair which was usually styled sharply fell into his face softly, just passing his shoulders and you could see a hint of his black roots at the top. It was weirdly sexy to watch as he pulled his hair behind his face and tied it in a low ponytail, his bangs falling into his face gently. He was wearing a black sweater that did absolutely nothing to hide his hulking muscle and a casual pair of jeans that seemed to strain against the sheer bulk of his thighs. As he sat down, the smell of his shampoo or body wash enveloped you; sandalwood and something earthy- like the smell of rain. You wondered now what you had been so concerned with before, the idea that you had an important thought being the only thing you managed to grasp.
âYou alright?â His voice was soft, sweet, as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. You blindly set your glass on the table beside you before leaning in to kiss him again.
It felt so right to kiss him. Losing yourself in his taste was so easy, so comfortable, soâ as he pulled you onto his lap, gripping your thighs with his massive hands you moaned into him. His contagious smile could be felt on your lips as the sound escaped you and it almost bothered you how calm he was. You wanted him to feel the same as you, feel this untethered. You brought yourself down to sit fully on his lap, grinding the apex of your thighs against him.
When you found the hardened flesh there eagerly waiting and heard his breathy little groan you finally smiled back before pulling away from the kiss.
âIâm fantastic.â You managed to croak out in response to his question, looking at him to see a darkened expression over his features.
â(Y/N)-â your name came so easily from his lips, you hadnât realized he had actually known it until now.
âYes, Kiri?â You kissed along his jaw, tilting his head to find his exposed neck, kissing him gently before biting the flesh at the junction of his throat and collarbone. His grip on your thighs tightened in the most delicious way when you did, and you licked at the flesh before returning to his lips. But he pulled away.
âWhat do you want?â He suddenly asked. You paused, over him.
âWhat do you mean? I want you.â You sat back, studying his expression. He groaned, bringing a hand up to his face.
âI mean- what do you want from this? Iâm all for us hooking up to make Hawks jealous and everything-â
âWho?â Your genuine surprise seemed to astonish him. For a moment, you had forgotten what had brought you here, to this manâs couch, practically begging for him to take you.
âSeriously.â He sighed. âI think we should probably talk about what you actually want from this before we-â you brought your hand to his lips, silencing him.
âI kissed you back at the agency for a distraction. Sure. But-â you looked around the vast apartment. âI donât see him here now, do you?â You smiled down at him. âIf this was just to piss him off, I would call him while you were breaking me in half so he could hear what a real man can do.â Kirishima blushed at your words. âAnd while that might be fun to do some other timeâŚâ You leaned back, pulling off your shirt to reveal your chest covered by a padded sports bra you had put on that morning when you had no idea you would be straddling one of Japanâs top ten heroes. Kirishima didnât seem to mind as he swallowed at the sudden exposure of your flesh, âRight now, Iâm only thinking about you. And I would have thought,â you gave another experimental grind of your hips, delighting in the almost tortured sound he made, âthat what I wanted was obvious.â
Kirishima studied you for a few moments, searching in your expression for the truth in your words. He must have found what he was looking for as he kissed you, immediately opening his mouth to tangle his tongue with yours.
It was sloppy, steamy and downright indecent, but gods if it didnât spark your need for him. He brought his hands back to your thighs, caressing them before grabbing handfuls of your ass, landing a harsh slap that caused you to shriek into his mouth.
âYouâre a naughty little thing, pebble.â He purred. âI didnât expect you to be this-â you brought your own hands to the hem of his shirt, dragging them up along his toned abdomen to rest on his pectorals, clawing at them before gesturing you wanted the shirt off.
âForward?â You finished for him. He pulled his shirt off, then returned to your lips, hardening his grip before standing up, carrying you around like you were made of air.
âBedroom?â He panted into your mouth. You nodded and kissed him back.
The way to his room was a bit of a blur. He stopped a few times along the way, pressing you up against the walls, letting his hands explore every dip and curve on your body. You thought, distantly, that you might have heard things crash to the ground at some point, but had a sinkhole opened in the middle of Mustafu, you probably wouldnât have noticed. There was nothing but him. His touch, his lips, his sounds, it was all that mattered right now.
When your back met the plush of his bed and he crawled over you, you felt another moment of awareness at the sheer size of him. He seemed to even block out the light in his room, his face was nothing but shadow. He pulled back again, finally allowing you to see his tortured expression, his hand brushing your cheek as his eyes seared into you.
âAre you sure you want to keep going?â He asked, his voice strained like the idea of you saying no was physically painful. You leaned up to kiss him, your hands trailing down the expanse of his chest to stop at the button on his jeans. You let them sit there for a moment, playing at the hem, enjoying the feel of where the elastic on his briefs beneath his pants met his skin.
âAre you sure you want to keep going?â You mirrored him. âIâm not the one who keeps stopping.â You were smirking, but your heart was racing. He set every nerve you had on fire, you couldnât remember ever feeling like this.
âAre you kidding?â A lopsided smile graced his face. âYouâre all I think about, (Y/N). Iâm still not convinced this is real.â Your eyes widened. Did he really feel that way? A blush spread across his face. âSorry.â You didnât know how to respond to his sudden confession so you kissed him again, finally allowing yourself to unbutton his jeans and try to wriggle them off his hips.
He seemed to understand your hint and helped you out, standing awkwardly and shuffling his pants down his legs. He stood then, almost bashfully when your gaze was immediately sent to the large tent in his boxer-briefs. Chewing at your lip again, you swallowed. Everything on this man was giant. You slid your leggings off your legs, throwing them unceremoniously to the floor before motioning for him to return to you. He moved quickly, his lips finding your neck and every sensitive point on it as his hands wrapped their way around your torso, arching your back and bringing you as close as possible to him.
âMay I?â His fingers were playing at the back of your bra and you nodded, turning your face to him again, finding his lips once more. He unclasped your bra, having to lean up from you to pull it off, one arm resting beside your head. He pulled back a little more, looking over your body with a sort of reverence. A small whimper left you at the seriousness of his expression, which he seemed to take as you missing his lips on you (not that he was entirely wrong).
âYouâre so damn beautiful.â He whispered into your neck, kissing down your collarbone and sternum before dragging his tongue over your breast. He found your nipple with the wet appendage, circling around it before bringing it into his mouth with an sultry suck. You gasped, hands tangling into his hair. He continued to lavish you with his lips and tongue, and when you pulled out his hair tie so you could run your fingers through his hair, he bit down on the top of your breast, causing you to shriek at the suddenness of it. He pulled back.
âS-sorry! I didnât mean to-â you threaded your fingers to the base of his scalp, tugging harshly.
âStop apologizing Kiri.â Your voice was stern. âIâll tell you if I donât like something. But Iâm not going to break.â He still looked unsure, so you tugged again, eliciting a small moan from him. (Hair pulling kink unlocked) âI mean it.â You swallowed, âDo whatever you want.â A choked sort of sound left him, and he kissed your lips again.
âYouâŚâ whatever he was going to say, he didnât. He bit your bottom lip, the sharpness of his teeth caused a slight sting but it felt so good. Kirishima moved down your body again, littering bites and kisses wherever he went.
He crawled down the bed, stopping between your thighs. He sat up then, spreading you before him, staring at the apex of your thighs with a hungry expression.
âAnything I want?â A devious smile formed on his face. You nodded, for the first time a bit unsure. âYou might regret sayinâ that, pebble.â He lifted a hand, using his quirk to harden his arm. Your heart was racing as he dragged a sharpened finger down your torso, not hard enough to draw blood, but strong enough to feel dangerous. He hooked his finger into your panties, quickly moving his hand to shred them off of you and expose you fully to the room. He deactivated his quirk, then removing the offending scraps off your body, lowered his head.
He bit your hip harshly, and you twitched at the feeling, legs immediately trying to close but he held you open with just one arm. He kissed the spot he bit, running his tongue over it to soothe the ache before moving to your thighs. He kissed and sucked the inner flesh there too, and you felt yourself clenching on nothing, the part of you he had exposed was yet to be touched and it was driving you insane.
âKirishima please-â you whined. He looked up at you, like you were disturbing him from enjoying himself. A switch had definitely been flipped at some point; where he had been eager to please, now you were his plaything.
âItâs Eijiro.â He said with another well timed bite.
âEijiro! Please!â You begged again. He didnât make you wait this time, bringing his face to where you wanted him most, he licked a long stripe up your folds.
âDelicious.â He muttered to himself before he began devouring you with a fervor. His tongue dove into your weeping heat, fucking you open with the thick appendage and you moaned, gripping his hair again like your life depended on it. This egged him on, as he brought a finger to your folds and pushed one inhumanly large digit inside you.
You were already so close, it was embarrassing. His tongue moved to your clit, circling around, writing out incantations that had you ready to cream any second. You managed, just barely, to look down at him. His cheeks were flushed, hair mangled by your hands and his eyes were burning into you with a sincerity youâd never seen before. He pushed another finger inside of you, scissoring and curling them to stretch you out, hitting your spot absolutely perfectly- and that was it. With a loud shriek you came, and he eagerly lapped up every bit of you, letting out a satisfied hum that vibrated your core. His fingers slowed their pace to work you through your orgasm, his tongue gently caressing you.
Out of breath, you tapped on his shoulders, trying to communicate to him that you wanted him to return to you. He understood and almost hesitantly, crawled back up your body, kissing you without a word, feeding your taste to you with his tongue.
âEiji-â you moaned into him âI need-â again, he seemed to understand what you meant without words as he slithered out of his boxers, the weight of his manhood slapping against your thigh when he was freed. Your hands glided from his shoulders down the broad expanse of his back, raking your nails down his chest before you wrapped a hand around him.
He was thick. The thought of it had you drooling a little into his kiss. A small, inhuman sound left your lips when you dragged your hand up his length and felt the beads of pre already weeping from him. He broke the kiss with a moan, looking down to see your hand struggling to wrap fully around him while you angled yourself uncomfortably to try to pump him. He thrust into your hand, eyes practically rolling back before he stopped himself entirely.
âHold on-â he let out with a hiss before stopping your hand, grabbing it with his and pinning your arm next to your head, threading his fingers into yours. With his other hand he lined himself up with your entrance and slid up and down your slit, lubing himself with your slick.
It felt heavenly. The head of his cock kept barely catching on your entrance, then would move up and kiss your clit. You ground into him, trying and failing to just line him up with your core; though the feeling of him fucking your folds was pleasant, you wanted more.
âSlow down, pebble.â He moaned out into your neck, his voice like liquid velvet against your skin. âWeâre gonna have to take it slow.â You wanted to protest, but even just the action of him rubbing against you was sending you toward another release. âHoly shit, are you gonna cum again for me, pretty girl?â Your eyes rolled into your head as your hips increased their pace, you thought you nodded but you couldnât be too sure. There was something so primal about this experience. The need you felt for him was entirely animal. He chuckled darkly into you, then finally, agonizingly slowly, he began to push inside you.
The second his head made it past the first ring of muscle, you nearly blacked out. It was a stretch far beyond the familiar.
âF-fuck-â he groaned, trying to keep going slowly but his hips were sputtering like he was trying to hold back.
âI told you-â you angled your hips up to take another inch in- the stretch was incredible, âIâm not gonna break.â
You would one day wish that you could find the words to describe his expression, or the sound he made at your revelation, but you registered nothing as he lost complete control inside you. With one sharp thrust, he buried himself in at the hilt. There was no pain, just the immediate burst of pleasure you felt as he finally filled you. Your back arched off the bed, toes curling in his sheets while your knees squeezed his sides closer- like he could get any deeper.
âY-y-youâre-â he was stuttering, his every movement completely halted at the feeling of you pulsing around him. âFuck itâs like youâre sucking me in-â he pulled out agonizingly slowly before returning to you, thrusting tentatively at first before gaining confidence and speed.
His lips returned to yours, kissing you and refusing to separate any inch of himself from you. You were completely enveloped in his body, distantly experiencing the feeling of your damp skin clutching onto his. You couldnât decide where to put your hands- they traveled from his hair to his shoulders to the sheets back up to his hair and you were sure that you could die in this moment and be completely fine. You were building up to something again, another gloriously dangerous crescendo that threatened to tear the fabric of your being apart.
â(Y/N)-â he moaned into you, âIâm gonna- I canât-â his words were just as wrecked as you felt, and you nodded against his lips.
âItâs okay, Eiji. Let go.â You whispered the last part and he growled, pistoning his hips into you before there was a hitch in his movements, a moment where with a grunt, you felt a warmth spread through you. The feeling of being so intensely full, of being whole and still getting more finally sent you to your final release. Your head fell back, trying to bury itself in the sheets beneath you and as his movements sputtered and slowed he kissed your neck. He was grunting like the sound was being forced out of him, like he did whenever you were in a really tough battle and the thought sent heat over your body.
It was all too much.
Finally, the room seemed to still, the two of you were a collection of broken gasps and whimpers. He continued kissing your neck and face until you felt him soften and slip out of you. With a groan, he rolled himself away, leaving you stunned and a little cold.
You simply stared at the ceiling. The gentlemanly hero, Red Riot had just fucked you to the point that you saw stars at the edge of your vision. The thought made you smile. For a moment, you almost felt insecure that he left right afterwards until you heard a faucet in the distance.
Still catching your breath, you tried to drag your head to look at him when you heard his steps approach.
âHow you feelinâ, sweetheart?â He asked gently as he sat next to you, his massive form dipping the bed as you felt something warm and wet between your thighs. He was cleaning you up. Gentleman indeed.
He kissed you, rubbing the thumb of his unoccupied hand across the plane of your cheek. You smiled at him, kissing him again.
âEthereal. You?â He chuckled into you, tossing the washcloth in the general direction of his hamper.
âCouldnât have said it better myself.â He laid himself down on his bed, opening his arms in an offer to cuddle and you obliged, not minding the fact that the two of you were still a little sticky with sweat. His arm pulled you into his side, draping your leg over him and holding you there while his other arm rested behind his head. For a few moments all you could hear was the heartbeat in his chest; strong, calm, dependable.
âDid you mean it?â You asked him. His thumb, which had been idly petting your thigh suddenly stopped and he looked down at you.
âMean what, pebble?â
âWhen you said Iâm all you think about.â It was embarrassing to even ask, it was probably just something said in the heat of the moment. Hawks was like that, he would say all sorts of things when you were in the bedroom and when you were doneâŚ
âOf course I did.â He responded without any hesitance. He was blushing when you looked up, which was insanely cute.
âFor how long?â You bit your lip. It felt like you were digging your grave here, but you couldnât help it.
âDunno. Just sorta noticed one day that youâre all I notice.â He said this so casually, like it was just an irreprochable fact. âI uh⌠I was actually about to ask you out. You know, before we uhâŚâ he trailed off, suddenly embarrassed.
âIâm so glad it was you that got off that elevator.â You said, seriously. He let out a laugh before kissing you.
âMe too, pebble. Me too.â The kiss that followed started soft, but was starting to heat up as he rolled back over you, his hand cradling your face like you were precious. As your need started to reignite for him, you heard a loud slam.
âOi, shitty hair! I brought dinner for your dumb ass.â The familiarly violent voice of Bakugo rang out through the apartment. Kirishima groaned into your neck, and you chuckled. âWhy are all the pictures knocked down? What the fuck?â As the ferocious blonde started stomping towards his room, Kirishima reached for the covers on the bed, pulling them over you.
âIâm really sorry for whatâs about to happen.â He said to you apologetically before rolling out of the bed with a groan. He pulled on his jeans with haste, still jumping trying to wrangle them on while he made his way out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him gently. âI have company, bro! Chill out, you're gonna scare her.â Though he tried to whisper, the urgency in his tone caused his words to carry through the door.
âWhat the fuck kind of-â Bakugoâs footsteps stopped. You continued to giggle. âYouâve gotta be kidding me.â Muttered conversation that was unclear reverberated through the space.
âI didnât get enough food for a third.â You heard Bakugo yell towards the room, âSo if you want to eat youâll have to feed yourself.â
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Across the street, on a rooftop that was positioned perfectly to look into a certain Pro-Heroâs bedroom sat a blonde hero with wings crimson as blood and a heart shattered beyond repair. A feather gently floated toward him and he grabbed it, clenching it with all the rage he felt.
He had seen everything. Heard every word, every demented moan. She had never been like that with him.
Though Hawks knew the reason he lost her was his fault, he still felt she belonged to him. His eyes narrowed as he set off, flying high above the city, eyes burning. He wouldnât lose. Not to him.
His resolve, crumbling as it was, still spilled fire through his veins. He would find a way to get her back, even if it meant hurting her again.
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Floaty | Changbin x Reader
⣠Summary: Cockwarming Changbin while high - that's really it. ⣠⣠Warnings: Drug use; weed/edibles [responsibly], High! reader, cockwarming, fluff, pet names, Changbin has a thick cock ⣠⣠Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ⣠⣠Additional Tags: Reader is referred to as bunny, sweetheart, and honey bun, Changbin is referred to as Binnie and pretty boy, overall super fluffy, and maybe an overload on pet names ⣠Stray Kids Masterlist ⣠General Masterlist âŁ
âHow are you feeling, bunny?â
You smiled dreamily, blinking up at him with lidded eyes as you settled in his lap, âPerfect, Binnie.â
You were currently wrapped around him like a koala - arms draped across his broad shoulders while your legs rested on either side of his own. The added bonus, however, was the massive girth currently sitting snug inside of you, stretching you deliciously and pressing against everything wonderful.
Changbin massaged your hips, a gentle smile on his face, âYeah? Feeling nice and full now?â
âSo full,â leaning forward, you nudged your nose against his own, âfull and⌠floaty.â
âFloaty, huh?â When you simply hummed in response he giggled, utterly enamored with how adorable you were. âThat means it's a good high.â
Thinking back to the edible you had a little over an hour ago, a whimsical sigh floated past your lips, âA really good high - just wanna stay here forever with you.â
Youâre not sure when you closed your eyes, but you found yourself blinking them open once you felt his lips brush against your own.
âWe can stay here as long as you want, sweetheart - keeping me nice and warm.â
A soft whimper escaped you at the twitch of his dick inside your drooling pussy, but you couldnât find the energy to do anything but simply sit and enjoy it - not that Changbin would have forced you to do anything anyways.
Cockwarming him while you were high was something youâd come across after mentioning how much you wanted to be close to him whenever you got into that floaty, empty-minded mood; him being the one to suggest it after seeing how simply cuddling wasnât cutting it, and skin-to-skin contact simply made you crave more.
It never usually resulted in sex right away, and sometimes he didnât even mind not getting off - claiming that simply being inside of you was all the high he needed.
Pressing your lips to his in a heavy, not-quite-calculated kiss, you let your head fall to the crook of his neck with a satisfied sigh. âI love you, pretty boy.â
He wrapped his arms around your back, tugging you a bit closer as he let his own head rest against the back of the couch, âI love you too, honey bun.â
⣠So... I had an edible for the second time in my life and the only thing I could think of was cuddling and cockwarming and being held, so I figured why not do it with Changbin? ⣠⣠Any type of feedback is appreciated! Whether it be a simple like, reblog, or keyboard smash and the most essay-like comment, feel free to share your thoughts. âŁ
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