#and I'm even more glad he took his shirt off at the end- (IS SMACKED)

[silverselfshippingchaos]

oh trust me i'm watching alright

[scandinavianfairytale]

Safe in your arms

Pairing: Tangerine x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, misogyny, threat of violence (not towards the Reader)

A/N: I decided his real name is Ethan, with no context or back story. I just like the name and it would suit him 😁

Tangerine had your number memorized - he ought to, given how many times he has dialed it. In fact, he memorized it as soon as you wrote it on the piece of napkin when he met you in that rooftop bar in London.

He was working with Lemon, completely focused on their target, until he saw you getting harassed. He stepped in, kissing your cheek, and met the man's eyes. The dude was visibly shaken.

"You didn't say you had a new toy."

"I don't owe you anything, Marcus. Least of all a list of who I'm seeing." You glared at the man.

"Have fun with a used woman." Marcus spat at Tangerine. As he turned around, Tangerine wanted to grab him by the neck and throw him off of the roof, but your hand stopped him.

"Leave him. His ego is wounded, and he's lashing out." You waved your hand and let go of the situation.

"What a child." Tangerine muttered.

"Male fragility more like it."

"Do you usually go for men like that?"

"I don't date boys - him included." You finally met Tangerines' eyes.

"So what happened to him?"

"I told him I'm not interested, but he has yet to grasp that idea."

"How many times did you have to say no?"

"I think now it was the fourth time."

"Why keep being polite?"

"Because being mean might get me in trouble."

"Well, I'd be happy to assist you. If you want him to stop bothering you, just say the word and you will never hear from him again."

Your eyebrows shot up and you considered the man in front of you. He was very handsome. Strong, but at the same time still delicate.

"I don't doubt you'd do that, but I don't need your help. Thank you, though. That was very kind of you to jump in before." You smiled at him and jumped off the bar stool. Only then did you realize how much taller he really was.

"Wait. I know that this is a bit forward of me, but I was hoping you'd give me your phone number?" Tangerine wanted to bite his tongue immediately after saying those words.

He was glad his mouth was quicker than his brain. Five years later, and you were still in his life. The phone rang six times, before he heard your still groggy voice pick up.

"It's nine am, Love. Are you still in bed?" Tangerine grinned.

"Ethan, morning." He could hear you smile. He loved hearing his name roll from your lips. He could picture you right now, lazing around, still in your underwear with his T-shirt, with the work laptop turned on, giving the illusion that you were already working.

"It's already evening here." He almost scolded.

"When are you coming back? I feel like it's been weeks since I saw you."

"Have you been thinking about me?" Tangerine smirked as he whispered into the phone, looking around to see if anyone was listening.

"You know I have." You smirked into the phone on your side of the world. "Although I appreciate that no one is hogging the whole bed every night." You joked.

"I hate to tell you this, Love, but you're the bed hog."

"Agree to disagree." You smiled. "Are you okay?"

"I'm doing good. How are you holding up?" Tangerine looked out of the window at the passing landscape.

"I'm okay. I met some friends yesterday, and we ended up going for cocktails. It was a bad idea, drinking on a work day." You giggled.

"I'm glad you had fun. But take it easy today, and please don't go out jogging if you feel sick."

"Ethan, stop worrying about me, just come home as soon as you can, okay?" Your voice got serious.

"Okay. We are almost done, I'll be there hogging the bed again in no time." Tangerine smiled.

"Okay. I love you." You smacked your lips, sending him a vitual kiss.

"I love you." He smiled and hung up.

Contrary to his fantasy, you have been up for the last 3 hours, worrying about your boyfriend. He should've been back several days ago, but he took an extra job since he was already in Tokyo. But something felt off to you, and you have been worried since then. Going out drinking helped you out with putting the nagging feeling away at least for a bit. But then you woke up from another nightmare, still drunk from a few hours before.

However, hearing him just now made you feel so much better and you were able to focus and stop dreading what may go wrong. You went back to hoping and impatiently waiting for Ethan to be back, safe in your arms.

Thank you for reading ✨️😊

The GIF belongs to the amazing creator 🙏✨️

[8ttached]

Nsfw of fontaine completely shutting down reader if she tried to get sassy with him keeps me up at night 😓😓 also ur fics are so good wtf im glad i stumbled on ur account

The way i was writing this around the time you sent this anon omg 

(ALSO FIRST ANON OMG??? AND THANK YOU YOU'RE SO SWEETTT!!)

Sassy fontaine (pt 2? ( reader is the one being sassy))

Fontaine ! sassy blk woman 

Warnings: smut (18+)

Author note: This is my first (I'm lying second) time actually writing a full-blown smut omg I was literally giggling writing this but I hope yall enjoy this and don't think its cringy LOLL (also this isnt proof read sorryyyy)

Word count: 877

You were irritated that day, pissed off even. Everything wasnt going the way you wanted and the last thing you needed was a nigga in your ear, fontaine. 

You were huffing and puffing around the apartment and ended up bumping into Fontaine but you were so pissed you didn't apologize in fact, you didnt say shit. “damn, excuse me” fontaine says, only for you to continue on your bs. Fontaine frowns his eyebrows noticing you mumbling around the house and aggressively doing house chores. “What's going on wit’chu?” fontaine questions which only annoyed you more. “Nun” you give him the cold shoulder. “Whatchu mean nun, There sum clearly wrong wit’chu if you bump into me that hard.” he says, tilting his head. “I mean nun ‘taine, i got shit to do, and id appretiate it if you weren't on my ass about sum as lil as that.” you remarked. You walked away with the large bin full of clothes only for fontaine to walk in front of you. “What nigga” you shrug your shoulders, irritated at the fact that Fontaine was stopping you from doing the shit you had to do. He smacks his lips “whats up with you today bruh.” he looks you up and down. 

“Nun now move-”

“I aint moving till you tell me whats up.”

“You better move fontaine i aint playin”

“Fix your attitude”

“Fuck you, who do you think you is, you aint nobody” “I said fix your fucking attitude.” he says, now face to face with you

“Or what nigga.”

Were the last words you said before your throat got stuffed with your boyfirends dick. 

“Uh huh, just like that.” You notice fontaine looking down at you, his grills shining as he slightly smiles at you and his pre cum n’ spit dripping down to your tits. “Talking all’dat shit when all yo ass needed was my dick is your mouth” you wanted to slap the shit outta him but the way he was fucking your mouth felt too good to care. “There ya go, pretty bitch” he bites his lips attempting to hold his groans at the sight of you looking up at him and stroking his dick.

 “Okay c’mere” he whispers, grabbing your throat and kissing you. You and fontaine kissed all the way till he pushed you onto the bed. “Spread ‘em legs fa'me ma” he mumbles and eagerly, you did. In no time fontaine impatiently did his work causing you to give out a heavy sigh.  

‘Fontaine...” you moaned out. Fontaine worked his tongue all over you like a starved man. His low-lidded eyes were addicted to the view of you losing your mind. He mumbles something to you but you can’t understand what he’s saying, you’re too caught up in the pleasure. Soon you were unconsciously griping his free forms while yelling his name. “Mhm lemme’know how good im making yo’pussy feel” Fontaine mumbles as he grips your thighs to your chest. “ ‘taine im cuming” you choked out which made him laugh against your thighs as you lost your mind

“Uh huh now sprea ‘dem legs” 

Fontaine was now kneeling in front of you taking his time as he took his shirt off. The sight alone could make you cum untouched. Before you could say anything Fontaine began to assault your neck leaving hickeys, bite marks, and drool all over your neck and collarbone. “Taine please, I need you” you beg. The teasing was making you needy and wetter. “Oh now you wanna open your mouth” he sighs. He slaps his dick on your clit which made you whimper and whine for something more, anything. “You gone have to open ya mouth if you want sum like you should have done earlier.” he says looking in your eye, waiting for you to tell him what you want. “Taine, i want you please” you sigh out. “ ‘m right here ma.” he examines your body and how needier and impatient you get. “I need you dick Fontaine please!” and how could he say no to that?

And after your 2 orgasms rushed over you, it was getting too much. 

“Taine, i cant-”

 “yeah you can”

The pleasure hurt so good, you bit your lip attempting to hold back your noise but Fontaine noticed, gripping your face, making sure you felt every single deep, hard stroke. “c’on ma, what happened to that mouth of yours?” all you could do what whimper as another orgasm was coming. “All you gotta do is lemme know what you need baby, yknow i got you ma.” his reassurance following him roughly rubbing your clit made you arch for more. “yeah , yknow what to do” he bites his lips, his shiny gold grills glistening. You grip his arm as your orgasm erupts. “Oh fuckk” was the last thing you said before you saw stars and heard Fontaine groans as he came on your stomach. 

“You ight?” he chuckles. “Mhm” you sigh. “rest, imma finish up everything” he kisses your forehead as he covers you with a blanket. “You sure taine? I can finish after i take this breather” he lightly smiles. “Yeah ma, just know yo ass gonna tell me what had you all antsy n shit.” Fontaine says as he walks out of the room. 

[xo-xojj]

Eternal Sunshine

(Gif is not mine)

Request: Nope

Gavin Gore x Male Reader

Desc: When reader comes back from winter vacation during the end of spring, Gavin and him have a lot of catching up to do.

Type: Fluff

Warnings: Kissing two idiots in love.

Enjoyyy

You and Gavin were always attached to the hip. Mostly due to his golden retriever personality and you secretly being madly in love with him. He was your everything. And secretly, you were his. But he stuck to girls. Not because of opinions. But it was what he was used to.

You ended up leaving town for a winter. Coming back during the summer. And he couldn't be more estastic. He waited for you at your house for about three hours that day. When you finaly got out of your car and saw eachother you guys ran as quickly as you could.

He picked you up spinning you around, and even when he sat you down he was still hugging you. He missed the way you smelled, he missed hearing your flip flops or sandals smack the ground. And most of all he missed you.

And you missed him. "I'm glad I'm missed" you said after you two pulled away from the hug. "Yeah, it's been kinda boring without you here. I've missed you, a lot" Gavin Said. And it created butterflies in your stomach giving you a light blush.

He soon took your hand dragging you off to somewhere. "Gavin, where are we going?" You say giggling as he pulled you. "You'll see" he said giggling. You were gonna question where his girlfriend was but you thought, for your benefit you shouldn't ask.

You guys eventually came upon an abandoned park in the middle of a field. It wasn't eerie, it was more comforting than you'd think. He walked over to the swings sitting on one and you sat on the other.

"How was your winter?" He asked you genuinely."It was boring, I really did miss you" you said laying your head on his shoulder. Gavin blushed. He liked the feeling you gave him. He liked the feeling of, being somewhat protective over you.

"Gavin?" You asked with your head on his shoulder. "Yeah, (y/n/n)" He responded gazing at the sunset. "I'm glad I'm here with you" You said lifting your head up to look at him. He then turned to you with furrowed eyebrows. But then they softened at the sight of your face.

He gave you a toothy grin giving you a great view of his pearly whites you blushed. "Oh, guess what, I gained abs" Gavin Said excitedly as he lifted up his shirt showing you a lightly muscular chest. You giggled. "Uhm, but seriously, if I tell you something will you be mad" you asked preparing to let the cat out of the bag.

"I doubt it, I don't think you could say anything to make me really mad" he said with a serious face. You took a deep breath and... "I love you" you said Quickly closing your eyes. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him. His eyes softened. He had a goofy grin on his face. Only if you could see it.

"Please say-" you were cut of by Gavin cupping your chin and making you look at him in the eyes. You saw his beautiful goofy smile and your heart jumped. You didn't expect his next move. He smashed his lips onto yours.

His lips were soft and plump and intoxicating. You put a hand in his hair smiling into the kiss. It then started raining. It was like a scene from a movie. And you were enchanted. You cupped his face. Deepening the kiss making him moan into it. You finally pulled apart for air.

"I love you too,and I think I have for a long time. Eversince you set m and my ex up I knew I loved you" Gavin Said smiling through the rain. Both of you now wet. "Kiss me" you say grinning.

And he does. He picks you up wrapping your legs around his waist. He kissed you passionately not breakin at all. You gripped his hair, now as the wet feeling became normal. You finally pull away once more. "Will you go out with me?" Gavin Said grinning

You smiled softly. "I'd love to" you say basking in his embrace. "Great, titans on Saturday?" Gavin asked."Of course. You said. He gave you a kiss on the head. "Can I Uhm, walk you home? If you don't mind" Gavin asked. "I have no problem with that" you say.

He the signals for you to get on his back and you do. You kiss his cheek giggling and he blushed a bright pink. He dashed to your house making sure you didn't fall. He loved you with his all. And you loved him even more.

Should I make this a series????

[4ttack-ur-heart]

rec:

connie x y/n date at the zoom🦙

Lions & Polar Bears

Pairing: connie x gn! reader

Summary: You and Connie go on a cute date to the zoo.

Genre: Fluffy af

Warnings: none

authors note: glad I am finally posting this. It's been in my drafts for months and wanted to send it out earlier, but writer's block and a bit of seasonal depression hit and I wanted to end it good.

okay and ngl, towards the end it’s really fluffy and totally cringe and cliche so I’m excited. also i'm pretty sure I used only gender neutral terms in regards to the reader, but if you catch something I missed just lmk :)

——— he's literally adorable-

“Babe, look at the wolves!” Connie gushes out to you and grabs your hand.

He’s been dying to go to the zoo lately, so he was ecstatic when you bought the tickets online to surprise him. Apparently it was the best gift you could’ve gotten him, as Connie turned into a kid going to Disneyland for the first time.

“I see, baby.” You smile at him and link your arms with him. A few people surrounded you, but thankfully you took a day off of work so it wouldn’t be as crowded as it would on a weekend. “What do you wanna go see see next?”

He hovers over your shoulder, glancing between the park map and the wolf enclosure. “The elephants are near by. Can we go see them?”

“Of course.”

Your local zoo was a popular tourist spot since it was also a rescue center for the animals, thankfully not just some poor creatures behind a steel fence.

It was pretty humid unfortunately, but you and Connie prepared. Both of you were twinning with a couple anime t-shirts and shorts with a pair of sunglasses.

He dragged you through the park, hand desperately clutching onto to yours in hope you’ll match his speed. “C’mon, slowpoke. Don’t make me carry you.”

“If you do in front of all these people, you can sleep with the polar bears tonight.”

“What’s the difference?”

He earned himself a light smack to the back of his buzzed head.

————

It was around noonish by the time your stomach started growling. Between the sun, the humidity, and walking, plus the water bottles you stored in your little backpack were rapidly declining.

“Baby, we should find somewhere to eat real quick.” You tell him as the smell from the food stands started to waft in your nose.

“Weak.” He replied.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Most people don’t survive off of Oreos and a redbull.”

“Ugh, fine- whatever Mom.”

Connie laughed at the glare you sent his way. He wasn’t wrong though. He sure acted like a kid rather than an adult, but his goofy personality was what you liked about him. “Okay, okay, what do you want to eat?”

After various glances between the different food stands, you both decided on getting burgers, which made your stomach growl even more.

Connie came up behind you and placed a hand tenderly on your stomach, “Hey quiet that thing down, it’s gonna attract the animals.”

“Sorry, my handler hasn’t fed me yet.” You let out a giggle as Connie places a small kiss on your cheek.

“Let’s go, babe.”

————

After a good meal of overpriced food, the hiking up the many hills of the zoo were no match for you two.

“You liked the elephants?” You asked and swung your clasped hand with his. He’s been in a great mood all day and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride in yourself that you made the right choice in buying the tickets.

“Yes, you’re the best,” He gave you a kiss. “What do you wanna see?”

A confused look took over your face and your eyebrows raised from behind the lenses of your sunglasses.

“Uhh, it’s only like 2:00 pm…” You tell him. “Why do you think I spent the night at your place? I made sure I was going to wake your ass up early, babe. We’re gonna see everything.”

Connies brain felt like it was short-circuiting.

“You okay? You look liked you’re about to faint.”

His hand squeezed yours in response and he nods, a small tint of pink staining his cheeks. “Yeah.” He let out a small chuckle as you started dragging him toward the lion exhibit. “Never been better, actually.”

“C’mon! They have a show soon, let’s go watch.”

———

“This is Mila,” The zookeeper’s voice rang through the small headset from atop a podium. “She’s a lioness who was rescued from poachers about five years ago. We got a call from a rescue organization out there and we managed to send a team out to safely get her and her cubs out.”

The lioness sat comfortable on top of the large rock platform. Her eyes scanned the crowd of guests before sharply shifting her gaze to her cubs. The two smaller lions started nipping at each other playfully, definitely putting on a show for the crowd.

“They’ve grown a lot since they’ve been rescued, but a mother never stops being a mother.” The keeper laughs as Mila starts to trek towards them. The two quickly separated, their manes bustling with movement.

A deep and almost guttural noise echoed through the enclosure. Mila and the zookeepers attention shifted to the noise.

“How exciting, it looked like our male lion, Apollo, has woken up from his afternoon nap.”

“That’s something you two have in common.” You playfully elbow Connie in the ribs.

“Ha, you think you won, but I don’t see how being compared to a lion is bad.”

The crowd let out sounds of wonder as Apollo made his appearance. The lion stood strong with his large and dark mane.

“Apollo was transferred from another zoo due to issues with mating with another lioness. We were a bit nervous when he was relocated here, since we didn’t know how he would react to Mila and her cubs.”

While Connie pretty much had a front row seat, a few people started to trickle in closer and obstruct your vision, but you didn’t mind. He looked back towards you and pulled your arm to make you move closer as the crowd started to ‘aw’ at the lions. He pushed you in front of him so you could see what was going on.

A cub slowly emerged from under Apollo’s legs. The little cub seemed skittish from all the attention, but a slight bump from Mila encouraged her to move out from Apollo.

“As you can see, the two have bonded very well and had Serene. Normally, male lions won’t really take part in raising cubs, only seeing it as a the lionesses job. They mostly add protection and watch over the pride while the mothers go out to hunt. After Serene was born, he immediately showed signs of care, which surprised us, and he always has her in his sights. Talk about daddy’s little girl.”

“Dude, that’s so cute.” Connie wrapped his arms around your front and rested his chin on the top of your head.

As the show continued, the zookeeper gave out other information about the lions and Mila’s family.

“Hey, I think it’s ending soon.” Connie’s voice whispered in your ear. “Wanna beat the crowd and go check out the llamas?”

“Whatever you want to do, Connie.”

And with that, you both snuck out and headed for the llamas.

“Holy shit, they’re fluffy.” He gaped at the animals.

“Connie, there’s kids here.” You whispered as a few parents glanced in your direction at his profanity.

“So? Take them to Disneyland then. The animals won’t censor their lives, why should I?”

You shrugged off the glares, he did have a point. The pack of llamas and alpacas were sifting past each other behind the fence. The smell was… tolerable- kinda and globs of spit dribbled down some of their mouths. You decided it was safe to keep your distance.

“Would you like to pet him?” One of the handlers asked.

“Wait- yes, can I?” Connie asked.

You quickly take out your phone and snap a few pictures of Connie with the llama. His hand gently rubbed the furry muzzle and the llama bleated a bit at the touch. It was going great, until a large thick glob of spit trailed down Connie’s wrist and down his elbow.

“Careful-! Sorry, he’s drools a lot. Here’s a tissue.”

———

After many more hours of seeing the animal habitats, the sun started to set. The warm summer atmosphere started to glow dim with dark colors painting the sky. Torches and lamps illuminated the walk ways and guests were busy trying to catch the last shows and exhibits before closing.

“Babe, let’s go to the gift shop.” Connie drags you towards the small shop, like a little kid in a toy store… literally.

The shop was filled with souvenirs ranging from magnets, water bottles, and plushies. The cute jungle theme was spread throughout the store with bamboo flooring and vines hanging from the ceiling.

It’s only been a few months of you two dating, but you’ve both have been inseparable. There was never a dull moment with Connie. Weekends could either be going to a dive bar or watching Netflix with takeout, which both of you never minded. He was also treated you like royalty too, always opening the doors, complimenting you when you’re feeling down, fuck- even tying your shoes.

Your thoughts were interrupted when Connie shoved a monkey plushie in your face. Blinking your eyes to focus, you took in it’s abnormal appearance: wide body, small head, scrawny legs.

“Look how ugly this thing is!” He laughed and tossed it back in the basket with the others.

You chuckled at him and glanced at the other plushies. An adorable lion caught your eyes and you picked it up. The soft fuzz from the mane tickled your fingers. “You’re coming home with me.”

Connie bumped into you and you both made eye contact, a light blush heating up your faces. He cradled a polar bear plushie in his hands.

“That’s the one?” You asked, your gaze fixed on the stuffed animal.

His eyes never left you. “Y-yeah.”

After paying for both the plushies, it was finally time to go home. The plushies rested under your arm as the two of you walked back to Connie’s car hand in hand.

The other families were trailing slowly to the exit with exhausted kids sleeping in their parents arms and strollers.

“Thank you for today.” He said once you two reached the parking lot.

“Of course, baby.” You squeezed his hand tighter. “I’m glad you had fun.

“Nah, like…” Connie trailed off for a moment, biting his lip. “You don’t understand.”

Your head creaked to the side in confusion. “Understand what?”

“Fuck, like other people I’ve dated in the past never really enjoyed doing stuff like this.”

He walked you to the passenger door of his car.

"The zoo? Who doesn't like the-"

“Nah, they’ve always wanted to go clubbing every night or go to five star restaurants- and like don’t get me wrong, I like to go out and get fancy once in a while too.”

“But it’s draining. Overall it wasn't what you wanted to do, was it? Plus we’re young and broke, who can afford it in this economy?” You finished for him with a giggle.

A sigh of relief escaped him. “You get it.”

Your hand reached up and swiped through his hair. “I do. Wanna get Taco Bell on the way home?”

“Dammit, how are you-”

"So perfect for me," he wanted to say. “Fuck it, Y/n, I love you.”

Your breath hitched in your throat and Connie looked like he was about to pass out- again. A warmth flooded through your body and you couldn’t help the smile forming.

“I love you too.”

He was wide-eyed. “R-really? You aren’t just saying that cause I did? It’s okay if you don’t yet- or if you never do- wait…”

A loud laugh escaped you as he continued to ramble. “Connie, I love you too.”

Connie let out a heavy sigh. “That’s a relief, the drive home would’ve just been...” He whistled lowly.

You leaned up to kiss him. “Get in the car, I’m hungry again.”

————

Connie finally pulled into the parking lot of his apartment complex. The music was playing lowly in the background and his hand never left your thigh the entire drive. Taco wrappers and hot sauce packets littered the floor by your feet and both plushies resided with you under your seatbelt so they could be safe.

“Y/n, babe, wake up. We’re home.” He gently shook your sleeping form.

A grumbled left your lips, but you didn’t stir. Connie grabbed the trash and threw it out in a nearby bin then opened your door. He reached over and unbuckled your seatbelt. The two plushies found their way into your tiny backpack which Connie reluctantly put on.

“Come on, my little polar bear.” He laced your arms around his neck and edged you off the seat. Your legs wrapped around his torso and his arm secured itself under your butt to support you. You hummed into his neck, ever so grateful he was carrying you.

“Fuck, maybe I should’ve called you a koala instead.”

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[legolasghosty]

I love all the celebrity fake dating prompts! So hard to choose just one but how about for willex, the prompt: wearing each others clothes publicly to 'keep up the image'

And reason: To tick off a certain group that has been being jerks lately. (My brain instinctively thought to piss off the homophobes and stick it to the “fans” who refuse to believe that he is gay, but that is optional!)

- @beencryingfor25years

Hehehehe hello @beencryingfor25years, thanks for the prompt!!! The holidays have been a little nuts, so sorry for the delay, but here it is!!!

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Alex asks, bracing the phone between his cheek and his shoulder so his hands are free.

"Duh," Willie answers on the other end of the call. "This is like dating 101. Honestly, it would be more suspicious if we didn't."

"But this looks ridiculous on me," Alex insists, tugging at the fabric that keeps brushing against his abdomen.

Willie laughs and Alex is glad it's not a video call. At least this way Willie can't see how Alex's cheeks are warming at the sound. Why did he decide to do this again?

"You're just not used to it," Willie responds. "Shoot me a picture, I'm sure it looks fine. Or just ask Julie, she'll smack some sense into you."

Alex sighs. "Fine, one second," he says. He removes the phone from his ear and flips over to the camera. It only takes a moment to snap a photo of his reflection, but that's a moment longer than Alex wants to be looking at himself. "There, happy?" he asks after he sends it.

There isn't a response at first. Oh no, Alex thinks. It must be just as bad as he thinks and Willie is trying to figure out how to tell him without being rude, because that's the kind of sweet person they are. But honestly, the tan and blue shirt that looks so nice on them just doesn't suit Alex as well. It's so awkward, even with the high waisted jeans Julie told him to wear with it.

"Alex, you look amazing," Willie says finally. Something in his tone sounds odd though, but not like he's lying. Alex can't put his finger on it. But it's definitely something.

"You sure?" he questions instead of pointing it out. "You can tell me if it looks bad, I won't be offended or anything."

"No seriously, dude, you look great!" Willie exclaims. Alex can almost picture their wide grin and the sparkle in their eyes when they're hyping him up for stuff. "Honestly, you look better in it than I do."

"That's a stretch," Alex responds, chuckling. "But fine. And fair's fair, now you gotta show me yours."

Willie giggles and Alex feels his heart speeding up again. Honestly, he should have asked someone less... incredible than Willie to be his fake boyfriend. Because this has only brought them closer together, and curse Alex and his everlasting curse of falling for guys that are totally out of his league.

But honestly, how could anyone not fall for Willie, at least a bit. He's funny and sweet and has a mischievous streak that terrifies and excites Alex in equal parts. Plus the fact that they're basically the prettiest person Alex has ever met. And the two of them have a lot in common, despite the fact that Alex is a pop-rock drummer and Willie is a gaming streamer. Even though they've been sort of friends for almost a year after a rather awkward run in at a convention, and pretend dating for just over two months, they still haven't run out of things to talk about.

So yeah, Alex has maybe developed a crush on his fake boyfriend. Which is a problem.

His phone buzzes in his hand, pulling him out of his head.

"There ya go, hotdog," Willie says.

Alex opens the message and... okay he is not having feelings about Willie in his favorite pink hoodie. He isn't. But Willie took more than a second on his picture. The selfie shows Willie in their gaming chair, dark hair loose around their shoulders, his legs pulled up and crossed even though the arms of the chair get in the way. And the light pink fabric of the hoodie in question is covering his torso in a way that is entirely too attractive for something that Alex has worn to bed a million times. Alex is 99% sure that if he actually walked in on Willie wearing that in person, he wouldn't be able to resist the urge to kiss them.

"Well?" Willie asks. "How do I look?"

Alex clears his throat, suddenly realizing how long he's been staring at the photo. "Um, it looks great, very, uh, boyfriend-y."

"Well this hoodie does seem to be made of boyfriend material," Willie teases after a second. "Gonna piss off some homophobes for sure."

"Perfect," Alex responds, laughing. "I mean, what's the point in this if we don't?" Which is something he has to remember himself...

"Alex, we gotta get going!" Reggie calls from outside of Alex's bedroom. "Quit flirting with your faux-boo and let's go!"

"One sec," Alex yells back. "Sorry, I've got to go," he says into the phone. "Content Day calls."

"Yeah I gotta prep for stream in a few anyways," Willie sighs. "But good luck!"

"You too, I'll hop on to watch for a bit if I have a break," Alex promises.

"You spoil me, baby," Willie responds. "Talk to you later!"

"Bye, Willie," Alex answers, ignoring the flush in his cheeks at the pet name as he disconnects the call.

Reggie gives him a smirk when he joins the rest of the band in the living room of their apartment, but Alex just shakes his head. Now is not the time to talk about his crush. They pile into Alex's van and head for their favorite cafe.

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A few hours later, Alex has almost managed to put the image of Willie in his hoodie out of his mind. But he has a minute to himself while Luke and Reggie are filming a little studio tour, so he pulls up Willie's stream on his phone. And... well. Yeah.

Alex.exe has stopped working.

Willie is playing some new farming sim at the moment and getting hopelessly lost on the map. He's laughing at the conflicting directions he's getting from the chat and Alex wants to be there beside him, enjoying that rush of joy in person.

Willie must recognize his username on the chat log, because he breaks off midsentence. "Hey, Lexi, you're here! Everyone, my boyfriend has decided to grace us with his presence for a few minutes, be nice."

The chat immediately goes wild and Alex can't help but laugh at some of the comments. He types out a quick hello message, then adds that he probably can't stay long.

"No worries, babe, I know you have your big fancy music job to do," Willie responds. "But I'm glad you're here. Anyways, does anyone know where I can find the blacksmith?!"

"You should talk to him."

Alex nearly falls off his chair onto the floor at the voice just behind him. He turns to see Julie looking down at him with a bit of a smirk, two bottles of water in her hands.

"What?" he says, trying to remember if he's forgetting some content thing.

"Willie," she clarifies. "It's pretty obvious you like him for real, and it sure looks to me like he likes you too."

"What, no, they're like..." Alex stammers. "I mean, Willie is way out of my league. He doesn't like me like that. It would just make things weird."

"Please, you're like a solid 10," Julie responds, smacking him on the shoulder with one of the bottles. "And they have a massive crush on you, it's so obvious."

"Their a good actor," Alex points out with a shrug. "It's a fake relationship, we're supposed to look like we're in love."

"Okay but you also stay up way too late texting," Julie counters. "And he knows your allergies even better than Luke, who has known you since before you knew about all of said allergies. You two have memorized each others' coffee orders, sensory icks, and medication schedules. I'm pretty sure he likes you back."

Alex sighs. When she puts it like that, it seems so simple. But...

"Don't give me that look," Julie adds. "Just talk to them."

"Fine," Alex groans. "I'll try."

"Andddd, here, in his natural habitat, we have the elusive drummer boy," Luke cuts in, bursting through the green room door with Reggie on his heels with the camera.

Alex heaves a more dramatic sigh. "Sue me for wanting a break from you weirdos," he teases, taking the water Julie offers him. "Are you almost done?"

"Just about!" Reggie answers.

"Then I'm going to go check my sticks," Alex tells them, disconnecting from the stream on his phone and heading for the studio.

He has to admit he's a bit distracted for the rest of the day though. Does Willie actually like him back? Is that even possible?

Only one way to find out, he decides during dinner.

[drpeppertummy]

[mild stuffing]

"Sunny, come on, we're getting ice cream," called Dave. "And bring a helmet! Laurie's driving."

"Fuck off, Dave," said Laurie, giving him a playful smack on the head. "Sunny, let's go!"

"I'm coming," Sunny hollered impatiently from his room. "You want me to go with my ass out or what?"

"Knowing you, I wouldn't be surprised," Laurie hollered back.

Sunny pulled on his pants, but he found himself having to suck in his tummy to button them. Unbeknownst to Laurie and Dave, who had given him a few minutes notice before picking him up, he'd just eaten a good-sized lunch and was still feeling full and bloated. He looked at his puffy belly in the mirror and decided to wear a looser T-shirt instead of his usual form-fitting button down. Finally dressed, he leapt out of his room and slid into the living room on his socks, stumbled over the rug, and tumbled over an end table, landing on the floor with a thud. Dave applauded the spectacle.

"Smooth, Sunshine," said Laurie, helping him up. "Are you ready yet?"

"Hang ON," he said, pulling on his sneakers. "What, are they storing ice cream outside now, we gotta go eat it quick before it melts? What the hell's the rush?"

"Because I want some ice cream!"

"Just a second." Sunny made a show of very carefully picking up his shoelaces and slowly beginning to cross them. Laurie grabbed a pillow from the couch and whacked him with it.

"Sunny!"

"Come on, Laurie, I only learned how to tie 'em yesterday! Let me focus…"

"I am gonna kill you, would you tie your fucking shoes already?"

"Fine," said Sunny with a dramatic sigh. He tied his shoes and hopped upright. "There. Are you ready yet? I can't stand here waitin' around all day." Laurie threw the pillow at his head and shoved him out the door, with Dave following close behind.

The trio piled into Laurie's ancient minivan and took off for the local ice cream joint, a tiny place with hand-illustrated menu items covering nearly every square inch of the windows. Laurie and Dave both ordered sundaes, and were surprised to hear Sunny ask only for a simple vanilla cone. Typically he went for the biggest thing available, some monster shake or convoluted sundae with a dozen toppings.

"Are you feeling alright? Since when do you only get a cone?" Laurie jokingly felt Sunny's forehead. He shooed her hand away.

"What, a guy can't get a cone?"

"I'm just saying, you normally get something huge."

"Are you a cop or somethin'? Sometimes you just want straight up soft serve, you know?"

"Fair," said Laurie. The girl at the window distributed the ice cream and the trio sat at one of the ratty old picnic tables beside the building. Sunny felt his still-full tummy bulge against the waist of his jeans as he sat.

"Nice day," Dave remarked, dipping into his sundae.

"Yeah, I'm glad I came," agreed Sunny. "Little late, though. Might've been even nicer if Laurie hadn't taken so damn long to get ready." Laurie bumped his hand as he licked his cone, getting ice cream on his nose. He tried in vain to lick it off like a dog before resorting to using a napkin.

As much as Sunny loved ice cream, he wasn't enjoying it as much as he usually would. He'd eaten an enormous hoagie for lunch just before Laurie and Dave had shown up, and it was big and bulky in his stomach. He was already stuffed, and as he ate his ice cream, he felt more and more bloated. Still, it wasn't too difficult to finish. The real challenge was trying to hide his puffed-up tummy. Unable to suck it in, he simply hoped his shirt would make it less obvious than it felt.

"Wow, looks like that little cone was a lot for you," said Laurie, giving Sunny's round belly a teasing poke. He held his hands defensively over his stomach. The shirt plan had failed.

"Was not," he said.

"Well, you look pretty stuffed," she said.

"I just had lunch! I didn't know we were goin' out."

"Oh, gosh, Sunny, you should've said so! We could've waited."

"Could've waited?!" Sunny stared at Laurie as if she'd grown a second head. "You were about ready to throw me out the damn window, you were in such a hurry to go!"

"I think she's just always ready to throw you out the window," said Dave.

"That's true," agreed Sunny. "Anyway, I don't mind. I'm always up for ice cream."

"Doesn't your tummy hurt though? It looks so…" Laurie gestured to her friend's distended stomach. "Full."

"Nah," he lied. As a matter of fact, his stomach felt as though it had been stretched a little too tight, but the discomfort wasn't terrible. Still, he couldn't wait to get home and unbutton his pants.

"If you say so," she said, patting his tummy.

[smuttyfang]

Nines Rodriguez, Training Day

"I really love these! Do you think you could do a NSFW Nines Scenario? :3"

Words: 1,840

You were glad that Nines had decided to help you. Really fucking glad.

Luckily, Nines seemed to care for you enough to train you personally despite being so busy and having so much to deal with. It was hard not to think about how lucky you were that he had saved you that night from being torn apart by those Sabbat assholes. You still remembered the whole scene with perfect clarity.

Using the last of your blood, you realized you were spent. You didn't have the strength to use any more of your disciplines. One of the Sabbat used Celerity to rush toward you, using his body to shove you to the ground as hard as possible. He stood, watching you writhe on the ground. Desperately, you tried to use any bit of blood to do even the slightest movement to get yourself up, but it was useless.

'"Stop fucking trying. You're done for." The Sabbat had jumped you in an alleyway out of nowhere. Smacking your head with a bat, your head was left pounding and bleeding.

"What.. the hell was that for!?" You screamed at them. One of them stepped on your chest hard, shoving you into the ground. Your skin scraped over the concrete with force, feeling like it was ripping apart.

"You've been on your own too long. We don't like it." He shoved on your chest again, grinding with his boot. "You're either with us, or you're against us, bitch."

"I ain't taking sides. I'm on my own. Fuck off." You had refused to take sides in this stupid war between the Camarilla, Anarchs, and Sabbat. In your eyes, it was no concern of yours. You had been on your own and doing your own thing ever since you had been turned. Why would you choose sides now? You weren't going to play politics. You didn't even mean to stay in this awful city for as long as you already had.

"Against us then." One of the others said, to the one you assumed was leading the small group. The third one just laughed. "You're coming with me, we will have fun ripping you apart limb from limb." He removed his foot and bent over to pick up your body. Before you knew it, there was a splatter of blood and a gun shot. The vampire hissed, holding his head while his power was used to slowly close the wound in his head. A voice spoke out from the dark to your left.

"Leave." You could sense it was another kindred, but you kept your eyes trained on the one currently trying to kill you. He moved slightly away from you toward the voice. You thought it would be best to stay down and see what happened, as there were two other Sabbat still watching you. The voice spoke out again. "You know how this will end. Piss off." It was like the whole mood shifted, and there was sudden fear in the air. You could practically smell it on them. The Sabbat just grunted and took off without so much as a word. You sighed at how exhausted you were. The kindred who had frightened them approached you, offering his hand to help you up.

"What, are you going to kill me now?" You asked. Finally you got to get a good look at him. He was dark haired and blue eyed. Wearing a tank top and an unbuttoned blue shirt. Quite handsome, you had to admit.

"No, or you'd have been dead already." He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.

"Fair enough." You took his hand, letting him pull you up from the pavement. "So.. thanks for saving me. I was spent."

"I could tell. I watched you for a while." He crossed his arms. "Should really own a gun. Still useful sometimes." You rolled your eyes.

"I ain't one for all of that. I'm getting out of this shit city before I get killed." You began to walk off. "Thank you for the help, stranger." He grabbed your arm and stopped you.

"Hang on a minute." He put his hands in his pockets. "My crew has been watching you for a while. You've got a lot of guts, not to mention attitude. We need you." You couldn't help but sarcastically laugh in his face.

"Another fucking faction? Is that why you saved me, seriously?" You began walking away again, feeling pure anger toward the whole damn city for everyone having their own agenda they try to use others for. But before you got very far, he said a few simple words that changed your mind.

"No. You just remind me of myself."

And somehow, despite being determined to leave the city that night, he had convinced you to join the Anarchs. You decided it was just best to go along with it for now, since he had done you the favor of saving your un-life. Plus you could always learn something new from him.

And boy, was he teaching you. After the incident, you honestly could see during his training that you didn't have the foggiest idea of how useful and necessary and guns were at this time of the century. You had mostly stuck to training with guns, since you weren't too bad at hand to hand fighting already.

Pulling you out of your thoughts, he came up behind you, handing you a small caliber pistol.

"Now, show me how you would shoot. I'm not gonna make fun, there's some tricks to it not everyone knows." You took his word for it and went into an awkward stance, holding the gun outward. It didn't feel right at all, and you knew it wasn't. But, you've never known guns until now.

"I don't have a clue what I'm doing. I think you will just have to show me most everything about guns." It's not that you didn't want to learn, guns were just something you had never really had your hands on at any point in your life. You needed to know how to use them though, now more than ever before.

"Turn your body to the side a little, make yourself a smaller target." You turned your body to the side, holding the pistol straight out in front of you. "It's helpful for hand to hand but also for shooting. Just make yourself as small as possible." Nines walked to the gun rack, grabbing a much larger double barrel shotgun. "Do the same with this one. Turn to the side." You did just that. Nines shook his head slightly.

"I know these bigger guns are much more awkward to hold and handle. But you never know when you might have to use one. Let me show you where and how your hands should be." He came close to you, his body was pressing against yours. It felt a little deliberate, but you didn't want to get your hopes up about anything. You realized that passion was not even secondary to kindred since you had turned. It was barely an afterthought to a lot of them. His hand gripped yours, sliding them into the position they needed to be in. His hand felt like it lingered on yours before he eventually let go.

"Thanks.." You could feel your frustration rising. You knew there was no comparing sex to the pleasure of blood. But something about Nines just made you desire him. Maybe it was the strangely charming way he talked. Maybe it was his drive and passion. Maybe it was his appearance, especially those eyes..

"Hey, you listening?" He asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. He was now standing in front of you with his hands on his hips.

"Sorry, what? I was thinking of other things." He shook his head.

"Focus, we don't have a lot of time." You nodded, trying to push those thoughts away. He put his hands up in a fighting stance. "Put 'em up. I know you can fight decently enough, but we will see if there's anything I could show you that might help." Putting your hands up in the most comfortable way for you, you adjusted your body in your favorite stance. Nines nodded his head. "That's good. You're covering your face and holding your fists tight." He buckled and braced himself. "Come at me with a punch. You won't hurt me. Just want to feel how hard you can hit." You really wanted to show him up a little and show him you know what you're doing when it comes to fighting.

"Alright.." You took a breath in, lunging at him with your fist. However, you attempted to throw him off by sweeping his legs and knocking him over. It was almost as if he expected it, and he stood his ground against your kick. He let out a growl from deep in his chest and hooked your leg with his own, flipping you over onto your ass instead. You felt defeated, and slightly pissed off. "Fucks sake.." You stood up, slamming your fists into the floor from anger.

"I like that anger." He laughed. It somewhat felt like he was mocking you. You lunged toward him once more as quickly as you could, pushing him against the closest wall. Grunting at you, he retaliated by shoving you into the opposite wall. "Nice try."

"You're good." You breathed out heavily. He didn't move away from you and kept you pressed against the wall.

"Try and get away." He demanded. His voice had turned dark, making you feel something so strongly deep inside of yourself. It felt hot, like your undead body had suddenly lit up in flames.

"What if I don't want to escape?" You stared into his eyes. You couldn't understand how his eyes looked so bright and full of light when he was technically dead.

"Pretend I'm a bad guy." His grip on you still did not loosen.

"I guess I lost, then." You grinned. Nines smiled at you, knowing how stubborn you were and that you would normally never admit defeat to anyone. "I am fine being here for a little while with the 'bad guy'."

"Then stay there." Nines pushed his body even more into yours as close as he could get it, pushing his lips against yours. There was no sweetness behind it, no romance. It only felt like passion and years of frustration coming to a head. His hands traveled all over your body, gripping your hips and then your face, back down to your sides. You pushed on him, trying to find somewhere to lead him so that you could lie down on top of him. He flipped you, pushing you instead and leading you to a dusty old couch beside of a window. He nudged you down, making you fall onto it. Dust particles flew out from it. He quickly closed the distance, climbing on top of you and holding your hands down above your head. Darkly, he glared into your eyes. "I said, stay there.”

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[casspurrjoybell-19]

Does it Matter? - Chapter 46 - Part 2

*Warning: Adult Content*  

"Maybe sometimes it's better to be blind."

"No. Easier, maybe. Never better."

"You don't think so?"

Brayan shook his head as he held the coat up to the firelight so that he could better see his needlework.

"One of my cousins fell off a horse as a boy. Hit his head on a fence post. After that he was a simple minded lad who grew into a simple minded man. Always a smile on his face, though and as easily entertained as a toddler."

"There's more to life than merely not suffering and a thinking mind tends to create pain for itself."

"Hmm. Maybe but..."

Bug was silent for a moment as he thought.

"What I told you this morning, about my persistent vision, about it being fulfilled... would you have preferred if I kept that to myself?"

"No. I won't pretend that I dealt with the situation gracefully or that I knew what to do with the information but knowing is always better."

"I suppose..." Bug said as he watched Brayan's face, the pinch of concentration as he worked accentuated by the firelight.

"Would you like to know why I changed my mind about leaving with Hudson?"

Brayan looked up from his sewing.

That had caught his attention.

"I would."

"It showed me a vision. Just a single moment, the two of us together, up in the mountains."

"Oh," Brayan said.

"I took it as a promise that I could have the kind of relationship I'd always dreamt of with you and return home but I realise now that it showed me no such thing."

"All you did was smile at me and who knows which side of the border we were on. I think it was nothing more than another lure designed as a foundation for me to build my own hopes and dreams on."

"I'm glad you're learning not to put quite so much trust in it," Brayan said as he returned to his sewing.

"In the vision, though... do you remember what I was wearing?"

"Oh, I... hmm. A white shirt, I think? I didn't get a look at the rest of your clothing. Why?"

Brayan shook his head.

"No reason."

********

Over the next few days of travel, Dara spent as much time with Maric as he possibly could.

He knew it would likely only make parting ways even more painful but he didn't want to look back at this time and realise he'd wasted it.

He told Maric about the happy moments, about the people and the things he missed back home.

About the mountains and the horses and their way of life.

He told him about birthing foals, about horse thieves who'd gotten more than they'd bargained for when they came face to face with an angry yenkarth, about healing a horse's broken leg and about travelling with trade caravans.

He wished he could show Maric his home but that wasn't possible, so he painted as clear a picture as he could with his words.

When Maric was lonely and missing him, that was how he wanted Maric to picture him.

Happy and safe, with his family and their horses.

Whether that was really where he'd end up, he would have to find out on his own.

No, not on his own.

Bug would be with him.

********

On the third day, they rode down a long dirt path through thick trees until they came upon a manor house buried deep in the woods.

There was a young boy outside cutting wood on a stump and when he looked up and saw them his eyes went wide and he dashed back into the house.

A minute later a man ran out, the axe the boy had been using held up like he intended to use it against them but as soon as he saw a sea of the prince's blue, he dropped the axe to his side and went pale.

He turned around and gave the boy a firm smack to the back of his head.

"Sorry, Your Highness," the man called out.

"The boy told me there were men on horseback and we weren't expecting you. Didn't mean any offense."

"We are men on horseback," Maric said as he dismounted.

"No harm done."

The man murmured something to the boy and then gave him a slap on the back as he sent him on his way.

"Apologies, Your Highness. We've not got food for a feast ready or lodgings set up or..."

"No mind," Maric said.

"We showed up unannounced. We can't expect you to be prepared when you were given no notice, can we?"

The man didn't seem to know what to say to that.

Brayan couldn't blame him.

Maric was breaking the script by taking the blame for the situation.

Other house staff had begun to quietly gather outside by now but Maric continued to directly address the original man.

"We're more used to making do than having everything just so. If you arrange something for us to eat tonight and somewhere for us to sleep, we'll have no complaints. My Captain here will also be getting together some supplies, so I'll expect him to be assisted in that in whatever way he requires."

"Of course, your highness."

"I'll need a horse," Brayan told him.

"One in good condition, suitable for long rides."

"All of the horses in the stables are the prince's property, including some sent here directly from the royal stables," the man said.

"Take whatever you need. Is there anything else?"

"Hmm," Brayan said.

"I'll make a list."

"Should I send someone to help you pick a good horse?"

"No, thank you, I'll manage," Brayan said as he handed off his horse's reins to Raedon.

He dropped his voice as he turned to Maric.

"I'll take Bug and Dara to look at the horses. Dara knows a bit about horses and he'll be able to make sure we choose one that's in good health."

Maric gave him a nod of approval.

"I'll deal with all the diplomatic nonsense and attempts at appeasement."

Dara offered him a smile and a shake of his head.

"Be kind. You told me you'd never once visited this place. These poor people finally get a visit from the prince who they've worked so hard to maintain this place for, and you've denied them even the opportunity to properly prepare so that they might impress you."

Maric let out a deep sigh but the smile on his face was fond.

"How will I manage without you?"

[imamxdel]

Harper walks into Daehyun's apartment, and the man is only wearing his boxers and robe opened because he just finished showering, water sliding down the fringes of his hair and body [payback U_U]

...you brought this on yourself @dencesin

Harper choked. She'd agreed to take a cab home after a late night of fittings and stay the night at his place since he was already home, glad she'd left a bag (more like four suitcases) of clothes at his place for unplanned trips like this.

"Can we order delivery--" She almost dropped her purse. Harper stared at her boyfriend, taking it the view and silently wishing he wasn't wearing a robe at all. What was the point of wearing a robe when it wasn't even tied? The tie of the robe hung off the loops...useless. He never did like wearing shirts after showers since it made him itchy...that's what he said, right? She couldn't remember anymore. The momentary flustered model swallowed, then narrowed her eyes at the drops of water rolling down his chest down his stomach because she knew he was doing this intentionally.

Fine. She could do that, too.

"I'm going to shower. I'll be back," she said, refraining from jumping on him and kissing his cheek. Harper waited until his back was turned until her mouth fell open and tugged at the hem of her top since it felt like she couldn't breathe anymore.

After a quick shower (and shave) Harper dug through her clothes packed in the bag and sighed at the little options she had available. Most of the nights she'd ended up in one massive shirt and a pair of his sweatpants since he seemed to like it when she wore them even though they were too loose and baggy on her. If they weren't so comfortable she wouldn't have continued to wear them at all.

Instead, she slipped on a pair of socks and rummaged through Daehyun's closet until she found exactly what she was looking for...one of his white buttons downs. Thankfully he had enough so he shouldn't be upset that one of them was about to be completely ruined.

"Did you order food?" Harper came back out in the front room to find her boyfriend still sitting on the couch with the unbuttoned robe, mouth gaping at the sight of her and her own barely buttoned top. Just enough that her cleavage was showing...and she hadn't taken out her piercings. They poked through when she stretched her arms out above her head.

In her defense, he teased her first. Harper took a seat on his lap, back to his bare chest and sighing out happily at what could be innocent cuddling if it wasn't her intention pushing her butt in his crotch every so often. At one point, she pulled her legs up in a straddle to reach over and check her phone sitting on the table next to the couch.

A growl was heard and the sound of a harsh slap followed. Harper gasped, not having expected the sting to follow on her butt from where he'd spanked her. Maybe it's because he just realized she wasn't wearing any underwear below his shirt...

"Oppa! What--" she started, letting out a surprised squeal as she was pulled back on to his lap, his hands under her knees and pulling her spread open and him rolling his hips under her in a dirty grind. His hands left her legs to start palming at her breasts under her shirt, the buttons being pulled open with one harsh tug, and tugging at the piercings she'd left on. Harper mewled and started to close her legs, only to hear another smack, this time the sting on the inside of her thighs as he pulled them open again.

"Keep your legs spread," she heard him growl as she felt him move under her, Harper nodded with a little whimper since she wasn't about to disobey him when he was already this riled up. As he pulled himself out from his boxers and pressed himself in her, Harper covered her hand over her mouth instinctively to stop the sounds threatening to come out. Even with the size of his apartment, she was still scared someone might hear them. All Harper could do was look down to see him thrust in to her from below and whimper behind her hand, and try to ignore the sounds of her boyfriend's heavy breathing and groaning from how tight she was.

As his cock pressed against where she was most sensitive, Harper wiggled and instinctively closed her legs around him to stop the intense pleasure from being so direct. "Wait, oppa, I didn't mean--" She didn't finish the rest of her sentence as she was pushed on the cough face first, her ass in the air and taking a few more spanks she didn't fight, because even though she knew she'd have a hard time sitting down the next morning, arousal dripped down her thigh each time.

"...more...please," she begged, breathless. Weak enough that when he pulled his shirt down her frame, her cheek pressed against the cushion and didn't have much resistance as he used the tie on his robe to wrap around her wrists at the small of her back. A long, drawn out mewl followed as he thrust back in to her from behind, Harper babbling out tirelessly as her body moved with each time he pressed in to her. "More, oppa...inside...want it inside," she whined.

[deexchanel]

Vacation

Word Count:

Pairing: Avengers x BlackFem!Reader

Warning: Swearing, A tipsy reader, Fluff maybe?

Summary: the avengers finally have a break off from avenging the world. The first place they go for vacation? Maui Hawaii.

A/N: You guys liking my content means a lot💜💜. when writing one-shots why don't people put oufits? i wanna see wtf i be wearing since im y/n!😂 I got some long faux locs in my hairrr sooo ykk i had to put it in here🙂

Y/N stood in the kitchen pouring coconut rum into a drink that she found a recipe for on google. It was called a mermaid cocktail and it looked like something she could get away with, without any of her family members saying something. "I'm so ready to drink this, it looks so good." She mumbled stirring the rum mixture.

She is 23 years old but the team still treats her like a little kid. As of right now, everyone was taking a nap from their huge lunch. All those missions they work was eventually stressing them out so Y/N took it upon herself to plan a vacation for them. She rented out a huge beach house for them. Best idea everr!!

Seeing the smiles on their face made her feel so content with her main priorities being happy. "What are you making?" Loki's voice said from behind her. Y/N gave him a big toothy grin. "Oh, nothingggg!"

"You're up to no good, I know you are." Loki raised an eyebrow at her turquoise-looking drink. "I'm not going to even ask." He sat down at the island, shaking his head. Y/N could feel something was off with him. She put the pitcher in the refrigerator, then sat beside him in the chair.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm thinking Y/N."

"About? We're on vacation Loki, we can think when we're back at the tower doing boring missions." Y/N stared at his jet black hair, having the urge to run her fingers through it.

"No, you can't touch my hair." Loki knew exactly what she was thinking. Y/N pout her bottom lip, squinting her eyes. "That's not what I was going to do. Anyway, what are you thinking about?"

"I feel out of place. I just know they are still mad with me from the events of New York." Loki buries his face in his hands. "I want to go back to Asgard, I know they'll rather want me there than here."

Y/N removed his hands."What makes you think that Loki? If none of wanted you here then I wouldn't have told you about this trip. " She giggled making him let a small smile creep on his face. "You're right where you belong and if anyone isn't happy about you being here then just know that Thor and I are ecstatic to have you here. I'm glad you came, means a lot to me."

"Means a lot to know that you want me here Y/N." Loki's small smile went to a big one. Y/N slowly moved her hand to his hair. He watched her slow movement in amusement "No Y/N." She huff playfully giving up.

"Fine, I'll try another time but I'm happy that I made you smile. You're way easier than Bucky's serious ass. Now that's out the way, it's hot girl summer so no sadness from no oneee!!" Y/N exaggerated getting out of the chair going back over to the refrigerator. She pulled out that now cold pitcher, chugging down the concoction.

"Did I hear Y/N say something about a hot girl summer?" Steve rubbed his eyes while he walked downstairs. Y/N rubbed her mouth from the leftover drink on her lips. Steve furrowed his eyebrows at the now half-empty pitcher. "What's that?"

"Nothing! Don't even stick your nose in it." Y/N put the pitcher back. Steve looked at Loki who just shrugged his shoulders with confusion still written on his face. Y/N placed a rushed kiss on their cheek so they wouldn't smell the amount of alcohol she just consumed. "I'm going to get ready so we can go to the beach. Steve wake everyone up for me please so we can leave in the next 30 minutes."

"Okay Y/N," Steve replied ready to question her but she was already up the stairs. 20 minutes later Y/N had music blasting from the speakers while she ready. From that consumption of alcohol, it kicked in about 10 minutes after she got ready. She was only tipsy, maybe. Y/N couldn't focus because she kept giggling at everything.

"Damn why is everything so funny!" Y/N said getting mad at herself. Her long black faux locs flowed down her back after she struggled to place them in a high ponytail. Meaning she broke 3 hair ties and gave the hell up.

"Y/N we're waiting on you!" Tony yelled up the stairs but Y/N waved him off. She grabbed her purse, pausing the music. Tripping over her feet a bit, she made her way downstairs. Bucky caught a glimpse and instantly spoke up.

"Oh hell no Y/N. Go change."

She waved him off too, purposely ignoring him. "I'm readyyyy". Tony crossed his arms over his chest.

"Yeah, I'm going to have to agree with Barnes. Y/N that isn't a swimsuit, that's two pieces of cloths."

Thor smiled, "I like it Y/N and since I like it, we can leave." He picked up a beach chair but everyone yelled no in protest except Natasha. Thor rolled his eyes sitting the chair down. Loki moved her hair aside, closing the white and blue shirt that she wore.

"Now you need a hair thingy to keep it close."Y/N smacked his hand away lightly, going over to the kitchen to find some chips. "Y/N why aren't you saying anything?" Bucky followed still upset about her outfit.

"Her outfit is fine guys. Let's go because you guys are over exaggerating." Natasha placed her shades on her face. "I got your back Y/N!"

"It's not fine, she's showing too much," Steve said being overprotective. Still not phased, Y/N nodded her head from the kitchen. " That's why you my bitch, thank you!" Everyone was shocked by her choice of words. Bucky grabbed her waist.

"Y/N are you drunk?"

Y/N giggled,"A lady never drinks, she sipssss." She dragged out the s, kissing his nose. Bucky pressed his lips together, getting his answer.

"Guys she's drunk!"

Groans went around the room. Steve was in realization,"Ohhh so that was what she was drinking when I came downstairs earlier."

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"And it's hard to keep my cool

When other bitches tryna get with my dude and

When other chickens tryna get in my coop

'Cause you're a one in a million

There ain't no man like you"

Y/N belt out the lyrics to Streets for the 13th time while Bucky held her in his arms while they were in the ocean. They had been at the beach for 30 minutes, and a biker went by playing that song in her speakers. Y/N haven't let go of the song since.

"Y/N if you sing the same lyrics one more time, I swear I'm going to drop you." Bucky scolded while she gripped his shoulder tighter. Y/N placed her head on his chest, the sun was getting rid of her drunkness. She was tired since she didn't take a nap like everyone else plus Bucky's heartbeat and the sound of the oceans was calming her down. "Sorry! It's stuck in my mind."

Steve, Tony, Loki, and Thor played on the beach with water guns. Natasha laid in the sun, getting a tan. Per Y/N's request, Bucky was in the water holding Y/N close. She was surprised that he even agreed to it.

"Bucky?"

"Yes Y/N?"

"I'm tired."

"I figured, let's get you out the water." Bucky turned around to walk back to the shore. Y/N just snuggled more to his chest. "Bucky?"

Bucky’s voice held slight annoyance, thinking she was playing."What is it Y/N?"

"I'm glad you came on this trip, I know this past year had been so hard on you and I thought this trip would help ease your mind. Plus I got to know you better, that’s a bonus.”

“Yeah at first, I didn’t want to come but I couldn’t turn down seeing you in a bikini.” Bucky laughed making Y/N laugh as well hitting his chest lightly. “Bucky!”

“What? I’m being honest. I just rather for only my eyes to see.”

“You’re such a flirt.”

“You going to have to get used to it. But for real though, this trip made me not think about things that's been haunting my mind. Coming on here was the best idea.”

“I’m glad I could help with that.” She tapped his shoulder for him to stop. He placed Y/N on her feet. “I’ve come up with the best plan though.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes, “What’s the plan?”

——

Y/N made herself sink underwater. Bucky waited a couple seconds before putting on his best acting voice. “Guys! Guys! Y/N she’s drowning!” Natasha stood at the shore, looking out at the water in concern. The team wasted no time running in the water.

“What?!?”

“What happened??!?”

“Oh god, Y/N?!”

“Shit!”

Steve was Y/N's victim, he hunched over in her area of the water. Bucky pulled at the ends of his hair keeping the act going. “She was doing alright until I couldn’t hear her anymore.” Y/N lurched up grabbing Steve by the neck, pulling him in the water.

Bucky's face of distress turned into humor. “Steve she got you good!” Both Y/N and Steve appeared out of the water. Y/N was laughing so hard she was clutching her stomach. Loki found it amusing while Tony, Steve, and Thor didn’t.

“That was a good one Y/N.”

“Don’t listen to Loki Y/N. You had us worried!”Thor huffed and Steve nodded his head in agreement.

“Yeah! I thought something really happened to you.”

“I’m sorry guys.” Y/N snorted trying to contain her laughter. “It’s not my fault, it’s Bucky. He came up with the idea. You guys should’ve seen Steve’s face when I came out of the water.”

Steve mocked her laugh, “Ha Ha Ha. It’s not funny.” Bucky held his hand in defense trying not to laugh as well. “It’s not mine! This was all her idea.”

“Capsicle is right, it’s not funny. Don’t scare me like that again.” Tony scolded her, he held out his arms. “Now come give me a hug so I can feel better.” Y/N gave him a hug, that humorous smile not leaving her face. When she tried to pull away, Tony held a grip. She realized.

“TONY!”

He laughed leaning forward and they both fell in the water. Soon it turned into a big splashing war between everyone, they were having so much fun.

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At 7:28 p.m. both Y/N and Bucky walked back to the beach for dinner. The restaurant they chose for tonight’s dinner was there. Since Y/N is over the planning for the vacation and Bucky is attached to her hip, they were at dinner first.

“I know the wait is going to be minute so sit down while I talk to the hostess.” She reassured him. Bucky looked at her kind of worried because he wasn’t comfortable with crowds yet. She squeezed his hand, “You’re okay.”

Bucky nodded his head reluctantly. Y/N walked off to make sure this restaurant gave them a private table away from the crowd, preferably on the beach. After about 10 minutes of talking, something just told her to turn around. It was some woman that looked around Y/N’s age steadily talking to Bucky even though he looked so uncomfortable.

“Hold on one sec.” Y/N held a finger-walking away, not even waiting on the hostess's response. Y/N quiet appearance kinda scared them both. “Excuse me. Hi!”

The woman looked at Y/N with attitude. “Um, why are you speaking to me?”

Y/N took a deep breath to calm down. “ I’m speaking to you because you’re talking to my boyfriend and you obviously see him uncomfortable.” It was for the sake of the moment. Bucky and Y/N aren’t together, just a few flirts here and there. But since Y/N knew this bitch couldn’t take a hint she said, boyfriend.

“You might have him confused for”

Y/N cut her off, “No I don’t have him confused for no one. That’s my boyfriend so get your desperate ass out of his face before I embarrass you in front of everyone. We don’t want that do we? Now walk away miss.”

The woman turned her nose up walking away without saying another word. Once she was out of sight, Bucky visibly relaxed. “Thank you so much Y/N. She wouldn’t stop talking and my a-anxiety was getting bad because I didn’t know her and...” He shook his leg. Y/N sat beside him giving him a hug.

“Hey hey calm down, it’s okay now. I could see she made you uncomfortable. I wasn’t going to stand there and let her continue to do that.”

“Thank you Y/N.”

“Anything for you Bucky.” Y/N kissed his forehead then she stood up, holding out her hand. “Now let’s go get this table because I did cut the hostess off coming to help you.”

Bucky laughed grabbing her hand. As they walked back over to the stand, realization hit Bucky. He smirked.

“So I’m your boyfriend now?”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, “No Bucky, it was in the heat of the moment.”

“What if I was to ask you out?”

“In your dreams Bucky.”

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This took longer to write then what it supposed to be.

Hope you guys like it 🥰, I was trying to include a Loki moment because I’m starting to like him more.

Stay slutty my friendsss!

[robert-de-niro-only-fans]

Escape

Jimmy Conway x Paulie's Daughter! Reader

Hiiiii, this fic is a little surprise I've been working on and I've got a few others in the works. I hope you guys love it! ❤️

TW: smut, mentions of crime and crime families, murder, marriage, mentions of pregnancy

Word Count: 5.2k

As you stand in front of the mirror, your head spins from the morning you've already had. Women everywhere, whizzing around you doing your hair and makeup, getting you into your wedding dress. All that to make you a bride.

And you do look like a bride, you think as you stare into the mirror.

Behind you, you hear a familiar voice, "Ahem, ladies, could I get a moment alone with our bride?" Jimmy. He's being extra charming today, as many of the women left the room giggling because he spoke to them.

"Wow... (Y/N), you look gorgeous..." he creeps up behind you and delicately places his hands on your sides, as if he might break you. He looks at you in the mirror, before gently placing a kiss on your shoulder. "You're gonna stop traffic when you walk down the aisle. I can't wait to see it," he moves your veil and hair to give you a kiss on the cheek.

You don't say anything, just stare into the mirror. After a small pause, Jimmy turns you around, "Hey, you alright?"

Finally, you get a good look at him in his tux: all black with an off white shirt and a deep green vest peaking out from the lapels of his tuxedo jacket. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, "Yeah, I'm okay, just nervous," you put your hand on his chest, looking him over again, "I'm glad you're here. You always calm me down, and you look great by the way."

You knew it was an unconventional choice, but you wouldn't have picked anyone else to be your Maid of Honor. And Jimmy was happy to do it for you, even with Tommy and Henry making fun of him for it, at least until they got asked to be bridesmaids.

These were guys that in another life, you never would've been friends with, probably wouldn't have even known. And truthfully, your dad didn't want you being friends with them, because he knows what they are: criminals, nothing but criminals. But they're the only family you have, and Paulie had to admit that it was so cute seeing you get into trouble with Henry and Tommy and then go to "Uncle" Jimmy to get you out of it.

Jimmy wouldn't have done that kind of thing for the guys; they needed to get pinched and learn what it was like, but he would do anything to keep your pretty face out of jail. Since you've grown older, old enough for your father to let you get married, you and Jimmy have grown to be best friends. He's not so much the Uncle he used to be to you.

"(Y/N)?" Jimmy starts, "we got something to tell you, honey."

Just from the man's tone of voice, you can tell something is terribly wrong; you just know him too well. At that point, Jimmy opens the door, and Tommy, Henry, and your dad Paulie shuffle in.

"What's going on?" you say sheepishly, taking a step back from the men before you.

"You may wanna sit down," Jimmy motions to the little couch in the room.

Your dad reaches for one of your hands and you pull it away, "What is it, papa?"

"Sweetie, let's sit down, so we can talk," he places a hand on your back, and you both sit on the couch together. Jimmy, Tommy, and Henry all stand around looking like tough guys: arms crossed, keeping an ear out for anyone who might be listening outside the door, their faces looking stone cold with a bit of worry in their eyes.

"(Y/N), that guy out there," Paulie starts, referring to the groom waiting to marry you, "he ain't the guy you think he is."

"What?" you ask quietly.

"Well, uh, the guys here-" he looks up at the three men standing around you, "Jimmy, uh..." He just couldn't say it to you.

"We've been keeping an eye on this guy, scoping him out," Jimmy finishes for Paulie.

"What? You were spying on my fiancé?" you ask, feeling hurt.

"You didn't think we was just gonna let you marry anyone, did ya?" Tommy pipes up.

"And I'm glad we did," Jimmy cuts back in, "that guy out there, (Y/N), he's a liaison for another crime family! They were using you for information, and now he's able to identify all of us."

"What? No... He's- he's... a union rep," you cast your eyes down as it dawns on you; it was all a lie and a great cover up so he could talk about his friends and you wouldn't even realize. God, did you feel stupid. If anyone was gonna catch him in that lie, it should've been you. "I'm so sorry..." you whisper as tears drop down onto your wedding dress.

Paulie immediately pulls you into a hug, "Hey, hey, it's okay, baby girl. It's okay. The guys here have a plan." He tries to comfort you as you cry into his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, you know I'd never try to put any of you in danger. I'm sorry I was so stupid!!" You feel horrible and angry with yourself.

"Shhh... You gotta keep your voice down, honey," you feel Jimmy's hand rubbing circles into your back as he kneals next to you. "You're not stupid. It took us a long time to crack this guy. He covered his tracks well."

You turn to Jimmy, tears mixed with mascara running down your face. "Hey..." he says, pulling out a handkerchief and wiping the tears from your face, "Don't cry, angel. You shouldn't cry on your wedding day."

"But-" you get close to him, "it's not my wedding day anymore."

"Still," he pulls you up off the couch and into a hug, "you look too pretty to cry, and besides, we gotta get going."

You give him a confused look, trying to get it together, "Get going? Where are we going?"

"Well, uh, you and I are going on your honeymoon; Tommy and Henry know the rest of the plan."

"Honeymoon? We're not gonna cancel it?" you question.

"Listen, sugar," your dad grabs your attention, "this is the one day we can get your fiancé alone. He didn't dare bring any of his associates; we would recognize them, especially after all the recon we've done. So Jimmy's gonna sneak you out of here, and you're gonna go away for a while, and we're gonna get rid of this crook and tie up all the loose ends."

Just a few moments later, Tommy and Henry go back into the church to make it seem like everything is normal. No one is gonna think anything of Jimmy and your dad being with you, because that's the order the ceremony will go in. Your dad waits out in the hallway, as if he's waiting for you to put the last few finishing touches on your dress, and as everyone clears the hall to go to the church, he signals to Jimmy that it's time.

You and Jimmy quietly sneak out of your dressing room to head to the car. Before you run off, you turn back to your dad, giving him a big hug, "Please be careful, papa. I love you so much, and I'll miss you."

"I love you, too, (Y/N)," he gives you a kiss on the forehead, before you turn to head out the back hallway of the reception hall.

On the way out, Jimmy grabs a huge plate of hors d'oeuvres and holds the door open for you. You make your way out to this random convertible (probably stolen), seeing your suitcase in the backseat.

"Mines in the trunk," he lets you know, before setting the plate of food in the back and helping you in the car. Seconds later, you're peeling out of the church parking lot.

• • •

You and Jimmy can't help but laugh as you get further and further away from your wedding ceremony. You can't explain why you're laughing so hysterically, but it feels like old times getting into trouble with Jimmy. Plus, it's a welcome distraction.

"Jimmy," you interject the laughter.

"Yeah?" he asks, coming down from his laughing fit. You've already reached the highway heading from upstate New York into the city to get to the airport.

"Jimmy, I gotta get out of this dress," there's a serious tone in your voice that tells Jimmy this is more urgent than you let on.

He quickly whips out his switch blade, "Okay, lean forward." And then you feel the cool metal of the blade grace your back as he cuts the ribbons corseting your dress.

The dress loosens around you, and you look over at the man, "Thank you," is all you say before sliding the dress down over your hips, then throwing it up in the air, letting the wind take it down the highway. Jimmy has an impressed look on his face as he glances at you with a half smile on his face.

He reaches over, placing a hand on your bare thigh, pulling your wedding garter down your leg before holding it above his head and spinning it around like a lasso. "WOOOOOO!!!!" he yells at the top of his lungs as he flings the little piece of lace. Anything to make you laugh, and it does get a rise out of you.

There's a pause for a moment as Jimmy takes in the view of you in your white lingerie; his eyes don't linger for long though, because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable.

Though, you can't help but feel sexy for moment before climbing into the backseat to change.

"Hey, bring that food up to the front seat when you're done," he says, looking at you in the rearview mirror. You smack his shoulder, realizing he can see you changing. He chuckles and flips the rearview up. You spend the rest of the trip leaning on Jimmy and snacking on the hors d'oeuvres on the tray, until you arrive at the airport.

Because you skipped the wedding ceremony and reception, you arrive way earlier than you're supposed to, but it's no issue, Jimmy already worked it out by moving your flight up. It also works out better, because there will be goons at the airport looking for you, but by the time they get there, you and Jimmy will already be gone.

• • •

After a few hours when you arrive in the Bahamas, Jimmy gently runs his fingers through your hair to wake you up from your nap. You were conked out on his shoulder, exhausted from this morning. "C'mon, sleepyhead, let's go have a honeymoon," he helps get you up and grab your bags.

"Mmmm," you yawn following him, "you say that like it's your honeymoon or something."

"Well, it is now," he chuckles, grabbing your hand to lead you off the plane. After a warm welcome from some locals at the check in desk, you head over to your private villa, right on the beach. Even though it's already dark, the island is beautiful. The warm breeze makes the palm trees wave; the sand is soft under your feet; and the sound of waves crashing is seriously so relaxing.

Inside your villa, it looks so cozy and clean, and you're so ready to get some dinner and go to bed. That's just what you do. Jimmy calls the office to order dinner to your little beach house, and you pop into the bathroom to take a shower and change.

By the time you're done, dinner is too. Jimmy greets you with a little side hug and pulls your chair out for you to sit down at the table. "Comfy? In your little robe and all?" he asks, eyeing you up and down quickly.

"Mm-hmmm," you moan, stuffing your face with delicious food. Jimmy chuckles at you before doing the same.

After getting your bellies full on tasty seafood, you decide that it would be a good idea to go to sleep, that way you can make the most of your time on this lovely island.

As you and Jimmy make your way to the bedroom, you're met with a reminder of why you're there in the first place: rose petals and candles littering the room.

Jimmy sees the way you pause, "Do you want me to get rid of this stuff?"

"I- uh, no... It's okay," you look back and forth between him and your bed.

"Here," he says, leading you to the couch, "Stay here."

He goes into the bedroom and closes the door behind him. For a few moments you hear huffing and thudding as he blows out candles and throws them in the trash, and you hear his arms hitting the bed as he wipes the rose petals away. Jimmy exits the room with a trash bag in tow, tossing it out on the front patio before returning to the living room, breathing a little heavy, and holding his arm out, motioning you to the bedroom.

You stand up and put your arms around him, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek, "Thank you, Jimmy."

He places his arm around your waist and presses a cheek to your head, "You're welcome, sweetie. Now go to bed."

"You're not coming?" you ask.

"I'll sleep on the couch. You have a good night, and sweet dreams," he gives your arm a squeeze before heading to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

As you settle into bed and try to sleep, it sinks in. Your relationship that you'd been so happy in is over... And here you are in another country for an undetermined amount of time while your ex-fiancé gets "taken care of." Even though his intention was to hurt you, you can't help but mourn what feels like the loss of your happiness. In fact, there's only one place you can feel happy right now, and you won't sleep until you're there.

"Jimmy?" you whisper through your sniffles. You stand before him as he sleeps soundly on the couch. "Jimmy?" A little louder this time, and that does the trick.

The man takes in a sharp inhale through his nose and his eyes pop open, "(Y/N), hey," he rubs his eyes, "you okay?" You just stand there quietly sniffling, and then Jimmy sees the redness in your face, "Hey, hey, c'mere honey, c'mere." He holds the blanket up for you to climb in, and he immediately wraps his arms around you, cuddling you in his cozy little spot on the couch. You simply bury your head into his chest, and let out a few tears. "Shhhh, shhh," he says as if cooing a baby, "it's okay, I'm here, everything's gonna be alright."

• • •

The sun brightly lights the whole open floor plan of your beach side escape, warming you and Jimmy in your bundle of blankets. You awake to the feeling of his fingers lazily combing through your hair, and when you crack your eyes open, you see him happily smiling down at you. You place a hand on his chest, and he covers it with one of his own, giving your fingers a squeeze.

"Morning, you hungry?" he greets you.

"Mmmm... Good morning, sweet man," you happily nuzzle into him.

He cups a hand on the back of your head, "Whaddaya say we get some breakfast, then ya wanna go swimming later today? Hm? We got that beautiful beach right out there." His head motions towards the large glass doors that look out onto the sand and sea.

"Only if we can stay here a little longer," you hum into his chest, perfectly content with just cuddling up to him all day long.

"Okay, princess, we can stay a little longer."

• • •

After a relaxed morning (yes, you both dozed back off to sleep for a while) and a nice breakfast of fresh fruits, juice, and pastries, you wait on the back patio for Jimmy to change into his swimsuit. When the sliding glass door glides open, you turn and see the man in swim trunks that hit about mid-thigh, short sleeve button up shirt that's unbuttoned, a gold chain, and a cigarette. Of course Jimmy dresses like that for the beach.

"Whaddaya think? How do I look?" he jokes at you.

You walk over and places your hands on his bare chest. "The view looks pretty good from here," you chuckle lowly.

Jimmy grunts, "You better watch those hands of yours," he warns, moving you off his chest before lightly taking your fingers in his. "Alright, let's go," he says, leading you towards the waves.

"Ya know, uh," Jimmy catches your attention.

"Hmm?" you chirp, hand still happily in his.

"How come you're still wearing this?" he asks, holding your hand up, and tapping his thumb on your engagement ring.

"Oh... um... I'm not sure, honestly," you look down at your hands, wringing them together and fidgeting with the little piece of jewelry. As you take your first few steps into the ocean, you slip the ring from your finger. "I guess it doesn't mean anything anymore," you ponder to yourself before chucking it into the water.

Jimmy raises his eyebrows in surprise, "You didn't wanna sell it?"

You turn around and pat him on the chest, "I know you and the boys back home will make me more money than that ring is worth. It wouldn't surprise me if it was fake, knowing what I know now."

• • •

Time got away from you as the two of you enjoyed your day in the sun. After walking along the beach and Jimmy dunking you in the waves a few times (don't worry, you got him back), it's already early afternoon. And boy, were you beat.

"Hmmm, I think it's time for a nap!" you yawn, "This sun has got me drained."

"Wanna go inside?" Jimmy points to your little beach house.

"Yeah, but I don't think I can walk another step," you whine playfully, giving the man puppy eyes.

There's a long pause as Jimmy gives you a serious look, but he's only kidding. "You want me to carry you, don't you?"

"Yes, please!"

And with that, your feet are swept out from under you. Jimmy walks you across the sand and through the sliding glass door, right to the bathroom.

"What are we doing in here?" you question as he walks right into the shower, "Jimmy?!"

"Gotta rinse all the salt and sand off," is all he gets out before the shower faucet sprays cold water on you and the man holding you. You squeal loudly and practically jump from Jimmy's arms! You hold onto him tightly for warmth; luckily the water heats up quickly though.

"You bastard!!" you yell and give the man a swift pop on the chest.

"OW!" he giggles and rubs the spot that is quickly turning red.

Your face forms a pout, feeling bad for smacking him, "I'm sorry." You take a step forward and rub your hand on his chest to sooth the spot. When you place your other hand on his chest, you look up at him. Suddenly you feel his strong hands gripping the back of your head, and his lips meet yours. Your back comes into contact with the shower wall, and you're completely surrounded. You feel the muscles of Jimmy's arms squeezing around you as his tongue urges it's way into your mouth.

You could hardly explain it: the timing and the situation feel so wrong, but he feels so 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, like everything you had ever wanted- no, 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥.

Water soaks your hair, your face, your bodies as Jimmy fiercely kisses you. He's almost scared to stop.

But when you gently suck his bottom lip into your mouth and give it a nibble, it's game over.

Your friend-turned-lover rips open the shower curtain and starts walking you to the bedroom, his lips and his body never leaving yours. His tropical shirt slaps the ground in a wet heap, quickly followed by his swim trunks.

His lips find your neck, and you finally get a moment to catch your breath. Pressed against him as you step backwards, you feel his hands frantically working the straps of your swimsuit. You pull back from him just enough to see his face, and he freezes like a deer in headlights.

You simply look each other over, taking in the features of the other's face for a moment, before you lean forward and place your lips to his chastely, kissing him just once or twice. His rough hands gently caress your back, and then things turn passionate again when he slowly removes your top.

You always thought you'd be nervous to be with Jimmy, but after all, this is a man that you trust with your life. Wait- always? Did this imply you'd thought about being with him before?

In the heat of the moment you couldn't make sense of it. All you know right now is that Jimmy already has you naked and on the bed. It feels like your emotions are in a whirlwind, but Jimmy makes you feel good and you want more.

Your hands rake through his still wet hair, as he showers your chest in affection by kissing and sucking at your collarbone and breasts. He travels further down your body with his ministrations, until he reaches your soft inner thighs. You can feel his five o'clock shadow scratching at the delicate skin there, before he stops and looks up at you nervously. You'd never seen this man look nervous before.

His eyes beg for permission to go down on you and his hot breath passes over your center. You simply push down on his head a bit as a signal to go.

With his elbows buried in the soft mattress, forearms wrapped around your thighs, and eyes closed in concentration, his mouth surrounds that little bundle of nerves, lighting a fire in your belly. The sound of him breathing through his nose and your moans fill the room. Every hair on your body stands on end and your toes curl at the feeling of Jimmy Conway giving you head.

Oh God, Jimmy Conway is giving you head... Jimmy Conway your best friend. Jimmy Conway your Maid of Honor? You quickly push that thought away, then raise your head to look down at the man happily working away between your legs.

This is something you never thought you'd do with Jimmy, yet here you are, and oddly, it feels so... comfortable. You aren't nervous at all. Of course, you can't speak for him.

You lightly scruff up his hair, breathing heavily, "Jimmy..." The first word anyone had said in a while.

"Huh?" he says just after a loud slurping noise. His mouth hangs open in a relaxed way as he catches his breath and looks up at you from under his brow bone.

You let out a laugh in the form of a puff of air and a smile. Jimmy returns the smile; it's a happy smile with a hint of playful mischief in his eyes. A giggle slips out of you, then you both start laughing. At what, you aren't quite sure... the situation, maybe?

Your lover crawls on top of you and cuddles you by pressing his chest to you and wrapping an arm around your waist. Your hands explore his back, lightly scraping your nails over his shoulder blades and the small of his back.

He lets out a soft but deep moan before moving to kiss you again. His fingers nestle in your hair as he softly shows you his affection with his mouth. Your hands rest on his cheeks as he centers himself on top of you, one of his hands gripping under your thigh.

"This alright, princess?" he says in a near whisper.

"Yeah..." you exhale.

"You ready?" He gives you a kiss on the cheek.

"Yeah," you repeat, "I am." You give him a warm smile, cupping a hand on his face again, as if framing it to take a mental snapshot.

His next actions are incredibly gentle, but it makes everything all the more sensual. He plants a few kisses on your neck and collarbone before sitting up on his knees. His arm wraps around your thigh, holding it up in the air, as he aligns the head of his member with your entrance. The tip slides in pretty easily because of your wetness, and you can see Jimmy's breathing deepen; after that, the man moves slowly entering you, making you feel every inch of his length.

You had barely started and you're already both a mess. The pleasure is almost too much to take. Once Jimmy starts to move his hips, he leans forward once again, hovering over you on his hands and knees. You look up into his eyes, feeling his hardness moving inside you. Wanting to be closer to you, he drops down to his elbows and brings his knees up. His hands stroke some hair from your face while his hips rut into yours at a teasing pace.

After appreciating your how pretty you are, Jimmy moves his lips next to your ear and lowly says, "You feel incredible, baby. You feel so good..." He gives you a series of sloppy kisses on your jaw and earlobe.

You simply close your eyes, relax into the man on top of you, and give him an airy moan in response, "You feel good too, Jimmy."

"Mmmm, you like this pace? Or you want me to speed up?" You can feel his hot breath against your neck.

"Maybe, um, deeper?"

"Deeper, huh?" he whispers in your ear, "You wanna feel more of me?" He throws a little chuckle on the end of his question, and he readjusts by hooking a hand under your knee and pushing it up towards you for a deeper feeling while remaining close to you.

With each thrust you let out a grunt or breath of some kind, "Oooh... T-that's- Hnnng!"

"That the spot, baby girl?" Jimmy smiles to himself, happy that he's pleasing you.

A very shaky "mm-hmm" is all you can manage.

Jimmy speeds up his movements just a little, but still maintains a leisurely and romantic mood.

With a gasp, you start, "Jimmy, I- I'm-"

"Cum for me, baby," he coos, lightly sucking and nipping at a little spot on your neck.

"Fuck- Jimmy..." your climax hits you hard, making your head spin, and the only thing you can think about is the man before you, "Jimmy, I- I love you. I love you, Jimmy!"

Before you even have a moment to think about what you'd said, you hear, "I love you, too, (Y/N)," and several grunts and groans as he finds his release inside you.

Jimmy rolls off of you and trucks himself into your side. You hold the man in your arms tightly as you both come down from the high you just experienced. You turn your head to see him nuzzled into the crook of your neck, almost as if he's asleep. He cracks his eyes open at you and props himself up, putting his face close to yours.

You feel... shy for some reason as you press your lips to his, almost as if this is somehow more vulnerable than what you'd just done. You kiss each other softly, over and over, for what feels like a few minutes.

"You know, I didn't know you were close to finishing too," you tell Jimmy, trying to break some tension.

"Mm, well, I told you you felt good," he gives you a half smile, "I didn't know you loved me."

"Oh, well... It just kind of came out, but, uh, it was true. Still is." Another sweet kiss.

"You remember when I told you I couldn't wait to see you walk down that aisle? That was true too," he tells you.

You aren't sure where that came from, and it confuses you, "But... You knew I wasn't gonna get married that day."

"Yeah, but I am gonna see you walk down the aisle one day... when you marry me," he looks down and bites his lip.

You let out a flabbergasted little breath, "Jimmy..."

"C'mon, (Y/N)," he coos, "I love you. I wasn't gonna ever let you marry that other guy. Why do you think I looked into him so hard?"

"I don't understand. Why didn't you just ask me out years ago?" your question ends in a whisper.

"'Cuz I didn't realize what I had 'til I saw it in another man's arms," he tangles his fingers in your hair for another kiss, "but I'm not gonna let it get away from me this time."

• • •

Needless to say, you didn't see much of the beach or much of anyone the rest of your time in the Bahamas. You two already knew everything there was to know about another person, so you spent a lot of time exploring each other... in new ways.

So, it's bittersweet going home to Brooklyn. You'd been away a few months to let tensions between the two crime families die down. You would miss all of the alone time with your new man, but you're so happy to see your dad again.

"Thanks for driving us home from the airport, papa," you say, giving Paulie a side hug as he unlocks the door to the house not too far from the cab stand. You're greeted with hoots and hollers from Tommy, Henry and Karen, Tuddy, and a few others as you step inside. "What's this?!"

"Oh, uh, just a little surprise," Paulie chuckles, "A welcome home party for Jimmy and my girl."

Everyone starts exchanging hugs, giving you and Jimmy a proper New York welcome. As you put your arms around Henry's shoulders, you hear Karen from behind him, "OH no! I know ya not still wearin' your engagement ring," she grabs your hand and pulls you toward her to inspect the ring closer. Her voice lowers a bit, "No, this one's different. It's got pearls on it."

The room is filled with confused faces, until Jimmy takes your other hand in his, "Well, uh, we were on a little island for 2 or 3 months, pearls was all they had!"

Suddenly you're surrounded with Ooh's and Aah's and an "Attaboy Jimmy!" as it dawns on everyone that you're engaged.

"Hey, wait 'til they tell ya about how I'm gonna be a grandad!!" Paulie announces, and again the room fills with noise from everyone's surprise and congratulations. Any other family might have found it odd that you rushed into a new relationship, but this group likes keeping a closed circle, and everyone had their bets placed on you and Jimmy from day one.

Speak of the Devil, you feel his arms slip around you and a hand rests on your baby bump. He whispers in your ear, "I love you both so much. This is the way it always shoulda been."

[spencersawkward]

I love your ff first of all, I'm obsessed and second of all I would ask you a suggestion, idk if maybe is that too much and you're totally free to not do that but you ever thought to do something in the line of the knive kink? I think it will be awesome

i'm so sorry this took so long! big thanks to my guardian angel @voidsfilm for giving me inspiration bc i literally struggled with this one more than i should have. never written a knife kink but i’m glad i tried lol.

summary: reader finds an antique knife that Matthew's kept in a drawer.

content warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, fingering, oral (male receiving), knife play (no blood drawn), Soft!Dom MGG, degradation and praise.

word count: 3.6k

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if there is one thing I absolutely despise, it's working out. getting sweaty, running until my legs hurt and my lungs are burning for air... not really my thing.

but when Matthew brought up the idea a couple months into our relationship, I couldn't say no to him: he had a goofy smile on his face and the kind of look in his eyes that made me relent and ask what kind of stuff he wanted to do.

I think that I've found the one thing that Matthew can't make fun.

"I'm gonna pass out." I bend over and set my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath. Matthew slows to a stop a few feet ahead, turning around and making a strained expression.

"oh, come on." but his voice is pretty breathless, too. he gently guides me off the path so that we don't get in the way of the other people out enjoying the day. a couple walks by us with their dog, strolling calmly, and I feel a rush of envy. if our workout routine had consisted of a few pleasant ambles around the city, I would have been totally willing.

"Matthew, I wanna go home." I whine impatiently. the only nice thing about this is that he's got one of those stupid sweatbands on his head to keep his hair out of his face, and it makes him look like a 1980's housewife.

"we can go home in fifteen minutes." he smiles, puts his hands on his hips, stretching in an exaggerated way.

"do you promise?" I brush a piece of hair out of my face.

"promise," he's lucky he looks so cute in his workout outfit. "we can even get one of those fancy juices for you on the way back."

"seriously?" I light up. this might actually be worth it; they have this amazing mango and lime combination that I can't ever manage to recreate with our own blender.

"if you beat me to the rock, then sure." he references the enormous boulder in Central Park that we both gawked at on our first date-- ever since then, it's been the end point for our runs. my lips curl into a grin.

"you're on." I take off, making sure to push him out of the way in order to gain a head start. he lets out something of a protestation but is quick to follow. I can feel his feet pounding behind me, trying to catch up.

I may not be good at running long distances, but I'm sure as hell faster than he is.

...

it's quiet when I step out of the bedroom, drying my hair with the towel and wandering into the living room. Matthew is sitting at the table with his sketchbook, drawing god knows what while he waits for me to finish up.

"what are you up to?" I ask softly as I plop down across from him. my head is slightly tilted while the towel rubs my scalp.

"I'm not really sure." he shrugs, frowning and holding up the notebook from a distance as if that'll help him figure out what to do.

"can I see when you're done?"

"of course," he sets it on the table again, then runs a fingertip across his chin. "actually, can you do me a favor?"

"sure."

"I have a set of colored pencils in the desk over there," he points to an old piece of furniture under the window. "would you mind getting them for me?"

"yep," I reply, getting up and leaving the towel on the table. "least I can do after kicking your ass."

on the walk past him, Matthew grabs my waist and pulls me into him, attacks me with tickles. I squeal and hit his shoulder.

"stop!" I laugh.

"you barely beat me!" he gives a dazzling smile and finally lets me go. I lightly smack him upside the head and head over to the desk, rifling through the drawers for the colored pencils he wanted.

as I push around various art supplies, glue sticks and random paintbrushes that look to be on the brink of falling apart, my fingers pass something cool and metallic. I grab the thing and pull it out.

it's a knife; like, a fancy one with an intricately decorated handle and what seems to be a pretty dulled edge. before he can notice what I've found, I start to move the thing between my hands curiously. there's a nice weight to it, but it's definitely old.

"hey, Matthew?" I ask warily.

"yeah?" so unassuming and sweet.

"why do you have a knife?"

there's a scratching as he gets up from the table to walk over to me. I lean against the desk. Matthew doesn't seem too bothered by what I'm saying at all, only gently taking the weapon out of my hands and examining it himself.

"oh, yeah!" he lets out something like a laugh. I raise an eyebrow and wait for him to continue. "do you remember when we went antiquing in Cape Cod, like, a month ago?"

"yeah." I nod at the memory. he'd been lucky enough to get some vacation days and we'd spent them sitting by the water with glasses of wine and nothing but time to talk. it really was a great trip, now that I think about it.

"I found it there." he still hasn't looked up and I realize that there's something he's not telling me. I don't know what I'm missing, but I start to get nervous.

"...why?"

"I was gonna ask then, but I guess I just forgot." his tongue darts out across his bottom lip as he lifts his face to meet my gaze. my heart thuds when he opens his mouth again. "I kinda wanted to try something."

"like?"

"I've been thinking about maybe using knives... in a sexual way."

"what?" I frown, confused by his wording. Matthew seems to realize that he's phrased it awkwardly and shifts his stance. he keeps glancing between the object and my face like he's worried about scaring me away.

"I don't mean I'm gonna stab you or anything," he laughs. "I just mean I think it sounds fun."

my hand finds his, brushing my palm over the steel to touch it myself again. there's a curiosity that burns through me now, something I'm a little unsure about but not enough so to deny the possibility of trying it.

"what do you wanna do with it?" I peek up at him. he bites his lip. we're speaking in gentle tones and I notice that our bodies have gotten closer within the last few moments. a warmth, a tension.

"like, pressing the blade flat against your skin while I fuck you." he takes the thing and demonstrates. the cool silver rests on my neck, too dull to really threaten a serious cut if he were to move too quickly. a shiver runs down my spine at the sensation of the metal.

I gulp, feel the curve of my throat push against it when I swallow. it's nice.

"oh." is all I say. Matthew is watching me intently, but he doesn't make any motion away from it. like he's entranced by the sight of me with a knife to my throat.

"are you interested?" he asks.

I mull it over. on the one hand, weapon play is something I've never considered in my sex life before. Matthew and I aren't vanilla, but this hasn't crossed my mind. that said, now that I can really feel it, there is a desire forming in my stomach. it would be a strange, new sensation.

"yes." the confirmation makes him smile a little. he lowers the thing and instead wraps me in his arms, kisses me passionately until our tongues are dancing over each other. I love how he holds me, our torsos against each other while my body leans slightly back to accept the weight of his touch.

he goes to my head like alcohol. and it's even more surreal when I feel the blade move under the hem of my shirt to rest against my back. I smile into his mouth. he doesn't do anything with it, just leaves it to remind me.

he starts to rut his hips against my lower stomach, getting aroused at the proximity of our bodies and the heated nature of our kiss. there's an urgency to all of it, like he's holding back. I don't want him to hold back; I want him to give me everything he has, everything beneath the surface.

my fingers twine in his hair and tug on the ends, causing him to groan into our embrace. there's no way we're going to make it all the way to the bedroom with the way he's grabbing at my body, so I stumble backwards towards the couch until the backs of my thighs hit the arm of it.

"you're horny." I giggle slightly when he pushes the hem of my shirt up my body, his nails dragging over my ribcage and trailing the object along with it. I feel the excitement growing.

"I'm just glad you're willing to try this." he murmurs the words, holds our foreheads together before his lips eagerly seek mine out, again. somehow, even with a weapon leveled against me, I can sense the love in every single action. I wouldn't have said yes if I didn't trust him to treat me with the utmost care.

I work at the buttons of his shirt, pushing it over his lovely shoulders and arms as he unclasps my bra. we're fervent, greedy in our movements, trying to kiss despite the attention needed to remove our clothes. mostly we just tangle up in each other until there's nothing left but my shorts for him to shove down my legs. he keeps his pants on.

"c'mon, beautiful." he mutters, pushing my legs open so that I'm sitting on the arm of the couch. he tilts my head and leans closer to suck on my bottom lip, and then starts to massage my tits. I can feel the handle of the weapon against my nipple.

when he reaches to slide his finger between my folds, I hiss out a breath at the cold sensation of his skin.

"is this because of me or the knife, baby?" he asks, corners of his mouth twitching up while I moan into his mouth. he starts to rub my clit with the collected wetness, teasing me too much. I want to fall back, but I can't. I won't let myself.

"both." I find myself turned on by the way the blade sits against my ribs again. the edge is just sharp enough to elicit a reaction from my body.

"feel that?" he angles the thing the slightest bit. I exhale and nod.

that isn't the response he's looking for, however, because he moves it so that it's under my chin. goosebumps on my skin while I pant uselessly against the weapon. I can feel it press harder with every breath out of my lungs, and I love it. I love the risk it brings out of me.

while Matthew dips his index inside my pussy, I writhe against it and tilt my head even more so he has better access.

"look at you," he lets out a dark chuckle, thrusts into me to the last digit. "you want more of this, don't you?"

"yes, sir." I breathe. my neck is actively moving against the metal. I glance down at his body and see his erection straining against his pants, craving release but finding none as he plunges his fingers in and out of me. I can hardly breathe from sheer focus on the sensations he's giving me right now.

"what are you looking at, sweetheart?" he quickens the pace of his movements and uses the object to make me focus on his face.

"you're hard." the words nearly die on my lips. he stares darkly at me, lifting his brows just enough to make me question whether I should have spoken at all. I bite my lip in anticipation.

"and what are you gonna do about it?" his voice is raspy as he stands back, removes his fingers from my pussy, and lets me drop to my knees. I'm weak both from the stimulation and from the loss of it, but I make quick work of undoing his belt, pulling the pants down his legs until I'm face-to-face with his cock. it sits against his stomach, throbbing impatiently while he watches. he uses the metallic point under my jaw to angle my face up to his.

"are you gonna suck me off, baby?" he smirks. I nod rigorously with wide eyes and an open mouth, dragging my tongue along the underside. Matthew's nose scrunches up for a moment at the shock of contact when I tease the head. all his concentration is on watching me wrap my hand around the shaft and pumping him gently. "spit on it."

I obey and spit right onto the tip before rubbing my thumb over the top to gather the precum. as I start to swirl my tongue and move my lips onto him, he throws his head back, lets out a wanton noise. it urges me on. I take every moment with a deliberate attention to the veins and sensitive spot he has.

"that's it, that's it." he rasps while knotting his hand in my hair. the other keeps the knife pressed to my throat. he lets me move on my own for a bit, gauging my desires from the way my eyes attempt to memorize the sight of his face above me, that jaw dropped in licentious craving. I can tell that he wants to fuck my face, but I go slow just to draw it out a little. it makes the soreness of my jaw worth it when he gets all impatient and flustered.

I hollow my cheeks and bob on his dick, bat my lashes, pull myself off him for a second just to kiss the tip.

"can I use your mouth?" he asks through a restrained groan. I open it and nod, sighing at the feeling of his fingers twining through my hair again before he pushes back into the opening. now that he's got full control, he starts to develop his own movements, sometimes meeting his thrusts by pressing my face against him.

he gets deep in it, never losing his grip on the knife, until my nose is pressed to his stomach. my throat closes instinctively around him even more tightly, and he lets out a guttural moan.

"such a cute mouth when I'm using it." he thrusts until I gag and then he's smiling. "get up."

he removes himself so fast, my eyes water at the sudden lack of blockage in my throat. I gulp air while he hooks his hands under my arms and hoists me up. I'm about to turn around so I can lift my leg and give him better access, but he sits me on the arm of the couch and parts my thighs.

"I wanna see your pretty face." he leans down and pecks my cheek. I smile at the surprising tenderness-- although it doesn't last long. steel sits against the space between my neck and collarbone. it's only a moment before he positions himself between my legs and slides his cock into me.

my back arches and I look him in the eyes, gasping.

"fuck, baby." he drags out the first word as he inches inside. I mewl helplessly at the way he stretches me out, my pussy clenching every few seconds. he keeps one hand on my lower back to support me and bring me closer to his pelvis, and then we're staring into each other's eyes as he finally settles in it.

his hips start to thrust into me, hopeful for any kind of contact while I accustom myself to the shape of him. it happens every time, despite the amount of times we've done this. and I'm bad at patience, but he's worse. his body stutters against mine.

"is it good enough, sir?" I ask quietly. he tightens his grip on my back and on the blade, the edge threatening my skin the perfect amount. I suck in a breath at the way it stings a little.

"you're doing perfectly." he recognizes what I want to hear as he finds my sweet spot and begins to hit it repeatedly, smoothly works my body. I swear there are planets in my eyes when I stare at the expressions on his face, both of us so wrapped up in each other that every other thought becomes obsolete.

he moves the knife to under my chin to rest on my throat.

"feel that?"

I nod so the edge bites more. he smirks.

"just to show you who you belong to."

my hips push up to meet his thrusts, needing more stimulation, more friction. what I want is for him to be relentless, to slam into my body with the kind of hunger I know he has. there are sounds, movements, that he's made before that make me want him to use them. but he's withholding, probably hesitant about the dangerous object on my pulse point.

"I belong to you, sir." I egg him on. he likes the sound of that, grunting and starting to pound into me.

"yeah? you're my dirty little whore." he speaks through gritted teeth. I shiver.

"mhmm."

"I use you how I want, when I want." his fingertips dig into my skin and he yanks me closer so that he can hit a new angle. I let out a surprised noise when he brushes my g-spot. it's otherworldly and I expose more of my neck to him.

"my little slut likes pain, huh?" he nudges the weapon harder into my skin. it doesn't draw blood, but I can sense the mark it'll leave. I love it.

"yes, sir." we're both getting needy, but we can't hold each other the way that we want to in our given positions. my palms are occupied on the arm of the couch to hold myself up and one of his hands is too busy holding the object for us to fuck as deeply as we need.

"are you gonna take it like a good girl when I cum in it?" he mutters. he runs his tongue over my jawline and the weapon nicks my skin. I moan at the mingling of sensations that's building all across my body.

"yes, sir." I plead. it's nearly unbearable, how much I want him. we're chasing our orgasms and I know what will finish me off. he knows, too.

Matthew drops the knife. it clatters to the ground, but there's no time for me to register it with the way he grabs my hips and lifts me into the air, my legs wrapping around his waist while he keeps fucking into me. he maneuvers us with shocking ease, laying me on the couch and positioning himself at the right moment so that I can drag my nails over his back and keep my thighs locked around him.

"mmm... baby, I'm gonna cum." he drives into me recklessly, both of us finally able to cling to each other. the angle is just enough to stimulate my clit and I nod, using the leverage of my legs to pull myself to him and roll my hips for friction.

Matthew slams my body into the couch, grunting in my ear as he finds his climax inside me. it's so deep, I have to work to keep the yell inside, but he's not done. he rides it out and plows into me while I reach the edge.

"tell me how it feels." he orders in my ear. I sigh.

"so-- so good, sir." my voice is thin. "I'm close."

"show me." he leaves bruises on my hips with his hands. I feel the knot finally snap, every muscle in my stomach spasming chaotically. I finish with a loud moan, begging him to drag it out further. my vision nearly goes black at the tide that threatens to overtake my body.

"Matthew--" I gasp. he moans quietly at the way I say his name, still rocking his body into mine while I come down from the shocks of orgasm. it's nearly overwhelming, the pleasure running through my body.

slowly, we come to a stillness and he drops his head into my shoulder, panting. he doesn't let go at first, but then he withdraws from my pussy and lets me take a rest. I lay there on the couch while he kneels between my legs, pressing gentle kisses to my neck.

"I love you." he repeats it over and over.

"I love you, too," I hope he can feel the meaning, despite the sheer exhaustion in my tone. he runs his fingertips across the red marks where the thing went a little too deeply, but I'm not worried about it. "we should try that again, sometime."

"you liked it?" he smiles brightly. I love the lines by his eyes.

"definitely."

he lets out a cheerful noise and buries his face back into my throat because he knows how much it tickles. I screech and giggle, my legs kicking wildly around me. more contented than ever before.

[trashbag-baby666]

Sunsetz-Eli Moskowitz

Chapter Three (Flash back chapter)

     Vesper swung her and Eli's hands back and forth as they walked to their first class. "I'm kinda glad to be back at this place." 

"I don't know about that," Eli shrugged as they walked in and took seats by Miguel.

"Have either of you seen Tory this morning?" Miguel looked up at them.

"Well good morning to you to Diaz." Vesper rolled her eyes and sat back in her chair. 

"Well the other night at the party I kinda fucked up..." Miguel sighed.

"Yeah what do you mean?" Vesper looked over at the other boy in the pink shirt.

"I kissed Sam," Miguel sighed focusing on his clasped hands. Eli and Vesper shared a glance and looked back at Miguel.

"Dude, you kissed Sam?" Eli looked at him

"Yeah," Miguel mumbled just above a whisper.

"Nice!" Eli elbowed his side.

"You wanna know what's nice? Waking up and figuring out your brother let Sam crash at your house." Vesper rolled her eyes.

"You weren't even there," Eli shrugged.

"Yeah well I came home to my dad pissed off, Robby pissed off, the TV broken and on the ground, and our fucking door busted." Vesper sighed and crossed her arms.

"No, not nice. I shouldn't have done that to Tory." Miguel sighed looking back up at the two colored hair pair. 

"Why limit yourself to one chick? I'm planning on having a full rotation by the time we get to midterms." Eli shrugged.

"Excuse me?" Vesper sat up and grabbed her boyfriends jaw.

"Babe I'm joking," Eli held his hands up in defense.

"Yeah you better fucking be," she let go and slapped the side of Eli's face lightly. 

"Hey man," some kid in a neon orange hoodie walked over to the table.

"What?" Eli snapped looking at him.

"Just wanted to say I wet the bed till I was 13. Theres nothing to be ashamed of." Eli looked back down and Vesper sighed rubbing Eli's knuckles. of course this boy was referring to what Demetri had said about him the few nights before at Moons party. 

"Get the hell out of my face!" Eli yelled and pulled his hands from Vespers before smacking the books out of his hands.

"What's that guy's problem?" Miguel looked over at Eli.

"I don't know," Eli lied.

"Chill Eli," Vesper rolled her eyes and took her boyfriends hand again. She knew something was up whether it was the tyrant her boyfriend was becoming. Or something more off. Eli sighed and rubbed Vespers knuckles. 

"Whatever," Eli kissed her cheek. They all sat in silence as they finished up listening to the morning announcements. Ves's heart jumped a beat as there was a sudden stop followed by fumbling on the other end and yelling. Vesper, Eli, and Miguel all glanced at each other. Once the ruffling sound stopped they heard a chillingly familiar voice on the other end.

"Samantha LaRusso. You know what you did, and now you're going to pay for it. I'm coming for you bitch!" Tory sneered through the intercom then everyone heard it drop. Miguels eyes were widened and Vesper felt the pressure and anxiety boil through her bones. 

"What?" Miguel spoke, barely audible. The bell rang dismissing homeroom and everyone got up fast leaving the room. Miguel took off running down the hall. Eli and Vesper following close after him. 

Vesper and Eli stood at the front of the crowd next to Aisha as Tory and Sam circled each other. 

"I saw what you did at the party. You kissed Miguel." Tory smirked as Robby pushed through the crowd and came up behind Tory. The crowd erupted in 'Ooooh's'. 

"I...I" Sam stuttered over her words. Vesper didn't want to see things end like this. She had heard enough stories about her dad when he was in high school. Tory lunged at her and Sam dodged it. Verper didn't know what to do besides stand there. 

Tory kicked Sam into the group of them behind her, "Get back in there!" Hawk pushed her back towards Tory. Vesper took a few steps back.  Tory landed a few punches and Sam started blocking them. Tory grabbed Sam by her hair and started kneeing into her face.

"Should we do something?" Vesper leaned towards Eli. He just shook his head with a wide smirk on his face. What the fuck was going on? 

Tory threw Sam into some lockers and Robby had, had enough. He pulled Tory off of her, "You okay?" Robby barely managed to get out before Tory grabbed him. Robby flipped her so her back was against the lockers. Hawk took a step towards him and Miguel came running through the crowd. 

"Hey!" Miguel yelled and Vesper tried to grab him to defuse the situation but it didn't work.

"Settle down I'm sure we can figure this out!" Robby started but Miguel tackled him down. How'd things end this way? Just this morning Vesper, Robby, and their dad had a shitty breakfast together. But together as a family. 

"Hey man, we gotta do something." Chris looked at Demetri. 

"Good idea. I'm gonna get a teacher!" Demetri sighed running back into the crowd. Vesper furrowed her eyebrows but quickly bent down trying to pull her brother and best friend off of each other. It didn't work as Vesper just became cross fire and got popped in the mouth by Miguel as he pulled himself up and punched Robby.

"Fuck," Ves sighed and stood up as her bottom lip quickly swelled and started bleeding. 

"Oh it is on!" Eli yelled, Vesper looked up at the taller boy. Oh god, Eli had a crazed look in his eye. 

"Eli, sto-" she got rammed into a set of lockers by a boy. Eli grabbed him and threw him on the ground then let out a loud yell. She sat on the floor as she was trying to process what was going on. 

"You're going down, nerd!" Bert walked up to Nate. Vesper quickly scrambled to her feet. Bert had quickly became like a younger brother to her. 

"Come and get it, dickhead!" Nate lashed back. Bert threw a punch but Nate blocked it and Nate kneed Bert in the chest.

"Nope!" the small girl threw Bert over her shoulder and high tailed it out of the mess of the hallway. She needed to find Demetri and somewhere to put Bert. 

        Vespers heart started beating faster as the fight broke out into the main area of the high school. A boy shoved Vesper into the wall, "Come on that boyfriend isn't here to protect you know you little slut!" the boy threw his arm back and got ready to throw a punch. Vesper ducked and blew her elbow into his knees knocking him down. She jumped back up as Eli spotted Demetri and took a running start at him.

"Eli stop!" she yelled and chased after the two boys. What the fuck was going on. Just six months ago Eli, Demetri, and Vesper were inseparable. Demetri ran off into the computer lab and Eli pushed the doors open. Vesper dipped into one of the dark rooms and saw Demetri ducked under a table as Eli hunted their best friend like he was a fucking animal.

"Hey its okay its just me," Vesper whispered getting on her hands and knees and crawling over to him.

"Demetri! I know you're in here. Figured you'd hide in the computer lab, you damn nerd!" Hawk yelled they both watched as he tried different doors on the other side. 

"I'm coming for ya," Eli snickered. Vesper could feel the tears behind her eyes but now wasn't the time. 

"Okay lets go," Vesper whispered and stood up silently and slowly with Demetri but it was too late. They turned around to book it and Eli stood at the door with a smirk on his face.

"Boo!" Eli ran at them. Vesper put herself in between them. She knew Eli wouldn't lay a hand on her. But he quickly proved her wrong as he pushed her into a table and she hit her face on some computers. She scrambled herself back together and ran after Eli.

She knew this was it, no more Eli, no more binary brothers, no more late nights at the park with the shy kid. She needed to defend Demetri because that's all she had. 

Vesper chased both the boys back out into the main area. Eli eventually getting the upper hand and turning him around. Eli threw some punches and kicks. But Demetri unexpectedly surprised them both when Demetri grabbed Eli. 

"No hard feelings," Demetri spoke up then kicked Eli into the trophy case. Vesper ran over to the both of them. She didn't care what happened she needed to try and fix whatever the fuck was wrong with the three of them.

"Sorry...Eli." Demetri walked off.

"That fucking nerd," Eli muttered as he sat up brushing the glass off of him. She had heard enough and slapped him hard across his face getting up and following Demetri.

But she saw it, Robby and Miguel tussling on the balcony, Tory dragging Sam down the stairs by her hair. What had this came to? Vesper stood there and just watched there was nothing more for her to do. 

Sam kicked Tory over an arm rail but then it happened so fast. She couldn't process what to do. Or which way to run, Miguel stood up not finishing off Robby. Because he knew it wasn't right, Johnny had drilled that into their heads. But Robby hadn't had enough he stood up and in a few quick moves sent Miguel over the balcony. 

"Miguel!" Tory screamed from where she sat on the steps. It all happened slow, Miguel falling and the sound of his back breaking over the railing. Vesper clenched her eyes together for what felt like an eternity. She opened them again to look at Miguel. He laid on the steps lifeless. Emotionless. She looked up at her twin brother, he had a look of sheer panic but took off running. What he always did when he got himself in trouble. She did the only logical thing she could think of doing in that mind set. She ran into Elis arms, the red head wrapped his arms around her instantly. Vesper broke down in tears sobbing into the taller black hoodie. Eli ran his hand over her messy hair from the last half an hour. What was next for her? 

Her biological brother could be in so much legal trouble, her unbiological brother who she'd grown crazy close too could be dead? "I'm gonna take her back to mine," Ves heard Eli tell an unknown source. He let go of her and draped an arm around her and ushered her back towards where they had ditched their backpacks before this crazy shit fire.

[doyumacy]

FALLOUT |LH| ELEVEN

*gif not mine

PAIRING: donghyuck x reader bodyguard!donghyuck

WARNINGS: mentions of jaemin taeyong. swearing, unprotected sex (fingering, nipple play)

WORD COUNT: 3,2K

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN

the next chapter is the last one !!

“If you’re calling to keep telling me how stupid and idiot I am, then I suggest you hang up. I don’t care what you have to say,” you spoke when you picked Taeyong’s call.

When you told him the news, you didn’t expect for him to react the way he did. He got furious, and you could swear to yourself you had never seen him that furious. You knew he didn’t like Donghyuck, but you never thought he hated him. No. Despise him.

He was deeply upset about losing you. Losing the love of his life to that asshole. Taeyong watched you with tearful eyes and left your house. Now he had to become the heartless villain because if he couldn’t be happy with you, then one could.

“Don’t worry, you made it very clear your lovelife isn’t none of my business,” He muttered.

“Exactly,” you snapped.

“I just called because my mother wants to see you, but I can tell her you’re busy.”

“Oh…” you sighed. “I uhm… tell her I can meet her for lunch tomorrow.”

“Sure.”

And with that, he hung up.

“Your mother isn’t in town,” Jaemin furrowed, looking at Taeyong.

“I know.”

���Are you gonna tell me why you’re being like this?” Jaemin questioned.

“What do you mean?” Taeyong unbuttoned his suit jacket and sat on his chair.

“All weird. You should be happy for her.”

Taeyong rolled his eyes. “And who did she end up with.”

“Donghyuck loves her, yeah, I mean, I don’t exactly support his past but he wants to change and is paying for what he did,” Jaemin shrugged.

“Donghyuck is an asshole,” Taeyong darted his eyes to him.

“But she loves him.”

Taeyong huffed, placing both hands on his desk. Jaemin tilted his head, confused. “Are you perhaps jealous?”

“Why would I be?” Taeyong let his head rest in his hand.

“You tell me.”

“You’re talking nonsense, Jaemin. Go home.”

“Am I?” Jaemin glared at him.

“Fuck off,” Taeyong snorted.

"You're in love with her, aren't you?" Jaemin narrowed his eyes sometimes with slight head tilt

"Yes." Taeyong massaged his temples. "But I guess it doesn't fucking matter now."

"Why you never told her?" Jaemin's voice softened and sat in front of him.

"Because I'm an idiot," Taeyong shook his head in hesitation. "And now she's high off her ass on feelings for him."

Jaemin sighed. "There are plenty of women out there, Tae. Maybe she wasn't for you."

"Yeah." Taeyong stroked his cheek, still head resting in his palm. "Whatever."

After Jaemin left, Taeyong decided to go for a ride and somehow ended up in where your father was hiding. It was one of his warehouses anyways. He parked his car and got off of it. He walked up the stairs and opened the door and found your father sitting on the couch, reading a book.

"Isn't a bit late for visits?" Your father queried, eyes still on the book.

"Your daughter's gonna get married," Taeyong closed the door behind him.

"Congratulations I guess?" He smarted.

Taeyong sighed frustrated. "That wedding can't happen."

"Well, in case you don't recall I don't have the best relationship with her."

"I need to play it by ear something," Taeyong placed his hands on his hips, walking around the room.

"Why do you even care?" Your father glanced at him and then he furrowed.

Taeyong stayed quiet and looked at him. "Now I get why you have me here. This is a passionate revenge.”

Taeyong cocked an eyebrow, looking at him. "You want me to get rid of him, don't you?" Your father inquired.

"That wasn't the plan, but I don't dislike what you said at all." Taeyong sat in front of him.

"I would gladly kill him," Your father smirked. "That son of a bitch ruined my plans. If I didn't get my happy ending then neither does he."

"You know," your father placed the book on the table and continued speaking, "Yuta and I's plan was great, and Haechan or whatever his name is, he simply couldn't keep his hands to himself and fucked up everything.”

“Please don’t remind me you tried to murder her because I still want to rip your head off,” Taeyong snapped.

Your father laughed. “And what's your plan, pretty boy? Killing him and then making her fall in love with you?”

“I wouldn't mind that at all,” Taeyong tilted his head.

“If she never fell in love with you, what makes you think she will after losing his beloved boyfriend?” Your father smarted.

“Because this time I am not a teenager, I am a man,” Taeyong smirked. “A man who is willing to be with her in her grief.”

“You’re pretty messed up, kid.”

“Wanna talk about messed up?” Taeyong raised an eyebrow.

Your father shook his head. “So, do you have something in mind or do you want me to think of something?”

“I have something planned.” Taeyong smiled.

You were waiting for Taeyong's mom outside her favorite restaurant. You frowned when you realized she was late. She was never late for anywhere.

You sighed and got up from the table determined to leave, when Taeyong appeared in front of you. You weren't happy to see him, which was weird. If it had been another occasion, you would be very glad to see him and have lunch together. But not now. You were furious with him.

"You're leaving already?" He asked, looking at you.

You nodded. "I guess your mother couldn't come."

Taeyong pressed his lips together. "I lied to you, she's not even in town."

"Then I better go," you grabbed your bag and walked beside him to leave the restaurant. He grabbed your arm, making you turn back to face him.

You yanked yourself free and hissed. “I don’t wanna argue with you again, Taeyong. I’m leaving.”

"Just... listen to me, please?" His eyes darted yours. "Please."

You let out a resigned sigh. "Fine."

You both sat, him in front of you. "I'm sorry for the way I talked to you. I just... I don't think he's the best for you. I wan-" You opened your mouth but he waved a hand to shoo you. "Let me finish, please."

You bobbed your head. "You know I love you and after what happened, I just want you to be okay. You love Donghyuck, I get it. Still, I don't like him but I'm not gonna lose my friend because of it. You're more important than what I think. So I'm sorry."

You let out a wistful sigh. "I really thought I would never speak to you again. Your words hurt me."

"I know," Taeyong reached out by taking his hand in yours. "And I hate myself so much because of it. I'm sorry."

You nodded and grinned. "Okay."

He cocked his head cutely. "Yes?"

"Yes," you giggled. "Don't do that face. It's impossible to say no to it."

"I know," he winked at you.

And Taeyong smiled to himself. His plan had just begun.

(...)

"Hyuck - fuck," You gasped, fingers tightening in Donghyuck's hair. He only sucked harder, pressing marks into your neck, your fingers continuing appreciating Donghyuck's new gains.

Donghyuck had been training for the past few months and new gains meant the definition in his arms, stomach, thighs and chest. You liked it, God, you liked it. You liked it so much.

He slowly made his way to your nipples where he wet them, biting roughly just to hear you gasp, before blowing on them.

Your shirt essentially torn off, thanks to Donghyuck. You moaned, fingers finding your boyfriend's waist and squeezing.

You gasped as Donghyuck bit down hard on your right boob, before dropping his head right smack in the middle of your chest, breathing heavily as he went to grip your thighs.

"(Y/N)" He was out of breath, moving his hands up to squeeze your waist.

"Hyuck, don't do that" You whined, but still hummed as Donghyuck pressed a kiss from where he rested, right on your sternum.

Donghyuck's lips curved into a smirk, "Do what, love? I love your boobs. They're beautiful." He sounded affected, but smug.

You didn't respond, so Donghyuck took it as encouragement, scraping his teeth over to suck on a nipple, drawing low moans out of you. While one hand dropped down to cup your clothed sex, the other kept squeezing, playing with the other boob. You hissed and bit your lip. “Stop teasing.”

“I’m just taking my time, love.” Donghyuck pressed kisses on your stomach and his hands went to your thighs, stroking them.

You sighed, impatience.  

Lips still touching your skin, he dragged his mouth over to bite your right thigh. You choked, hands suddenly coming to grip Donghyuck's hair.

You needed him inside him. Now.

You fumbled with his pants, unzipping them shakily.

"Hey- fuck, love, wait," Donghyuck mumbled, but lifted his hips obediently when you whined about it. He happily squirmed out of his own pants and boxers when you decided to return the favour.

Your hand was pressed into his hard cock. Right. You were too horny to even wait till you got to the bedroom.

He couldn't blame you, honestly. When you got home after having lunch with Taeyong, you saw Donghyuck working out. You got horny and interrupted his workout session by pushing to the couch without a second thought. And after a steamy make out session, there you were, beneath him.

Without a second thought, he licked his fingers and shoved two up your dripping cunt, eager to start. All the while, you cooed and ran your hands up and down his arms. Donghyuck went back to kissing your chest, gasping all the while.

He had the decency to twist his fingers, quickly finding your sweet spot. You gasped, throwing your head back, feeling dizzy with pleasure.

“Donghyuck,” you gasped, “Hyuck- please.” Lucky for you, Donghyuck seemed just as affected, flushed and panting as he added a third finger, thrusting a little faster just to hear you whimper.

Through the haze, you fumbled with the elastic of Donghyuck's boxers, pulling them down hastily and as best as he could with three fingers stuffed up your pussy. You didn’t even get them all the way down. You needed him inside you, told him so.

Donghyuck gasped, “You’re not ready yet.”

“I don’t care,” You moaned, tugging on his wrist with one hand and squeezing the head of Donghyuck¡s dick with the other, “Need you inside, baby.”

“Fuck, fuck, okay, hold on-” Donghyuck muttered, eyelashes fluttering at the friction.

You kissed his chest, just once, before Donghyuck aligning himself with your entrance, lowering himself down quickly even though it hurt. But as he had learned, you liked that little bit of pain.

They moaned in unison as you began to move, impatient already. Donghyuck's hands flew to your waist, gasping.

“Hey, woah, fuck- love,” he groaned, trying to stop himself from fucking into you as he slowed his hips to a slow grind, throwing his head back teasingly. “Gonna come if you keep doing that,” he warned, eyes fluttering in pleasure.

You laughed breathlessly, "Then come, baby. I'll just make you come again, and again, and again." Donghyuck gasped, digging his fingers into your waist. You hoped he left bruises, hoped he wrecked you.

Donghyuck dug his heels into the couch and thrusted up into you. You moaned enthusiastically.

Donghyuck smirked and kissed you, before thrusting up just to hear you moan.

His gaze turned darker, nails digging into your waist.

"Ah- Hyuck," You arched your back when you felt him going deeper. "Fuck fuck fuck. I'm gonna cum."

"Cum for me, love," Donghyuck hissed, kissing your neck.

With one more thrust, something snapped inside you and you were coming hard, molten pleasure flooding every inch of your body, pussy fluttering around Donghyuck's cock as he came too, thrusting mindlessly to prolong both your orgasms.

Donghyuck groaned. "Fuck, you're so hot, love." You felt your eyes roll back into your head when he got the angle just right.

Donghyuck's pupils were blown wide, mouth kissed red with a slight sheen of sweat over his whole body. He looked delicious, and made you want even more despite having you both climaxed.

You two had to take a break, panting as you came down from their highs. Donghyuck pulled himself out of you, wincing as it slowly slipped out, rubbing against your oversensitive walls. You cooed softly and reached up to kiss him. Donghyuck smiled softly and lay next to you, eyes half closed, clearly tired.

Your eyes then quickly found the hickeys on your chest and stomach. Particularly your chest. Though they were recent, they were already turning a deep red, and no doubt would turn purple overnight. Donghyuck grinned, proudly. His hand reached out to run it over your crotch.

You, seemingly oblivious, was startled to attention at his touch, and looked down. Your eyes immediately widened, and you gasped, smacking his hand away.

“Oh, my fucking God.” You whined. "You gave me hickeys in my pussy!"

"It's technically not your pussy," he shrugged.

“You’re feral. I have a feral fiancé. I can’t believe… this.” You growled.

Pouting, Donghyuck pulled your hands away and kissed your neck softly.

“Don’t. You look good. You look like you’re mine.” You rolled your eyes fondly, turning your head to bite his lip, prompting a sweet smile from him.

“I’m gonna have a hard time covering these up,” you murmured, pulling him closer to you.

“Don’t.” Donghyuck repeated, laughing airily at your groan. He was a nightmare. "Plus, it's not like someone is going to see them besides me."

“You say so…”

Donghyuck tilted his head to the side, eyes darting to you. “Excuse me?”

You laughed. “I’m kidding, babe.”

He groaned and got on top of you. “I’m gonna show you who you belong to.”

“Another round?” You giggled, clamping your thighs on his waist and locked your ankles. “Why are you always so horny?”

“Because you’re so hot,” he smirked and kissed you. “And you made me mad.”

“I was joking!”

“Too bad.” Without any warning, he pulled away and flipped you over. You cried out in surprise. "Keep your ass down."

"Make me." You smirked.

"Oh love, I am gonna make you eat those words.” Donghyuck slightly spanked you.

(...)

You were in your office when the office phone rang; it was your assistant telling you Taeyong was outside. You told her to let him in. You stood up and fixed your skirt. Taeyong opened the door behind him and smiled at you, greeting you. “Hey you.”

“Hey,” you smirked. He walked to you and kissed your cheek. “What are you doing here?”

“I just had lunch with a friend a couple of blocks away and thought of visiting you,” he explained.

“Oh,” you nodded.

“Are you busy? If you are I can leave,” Taeyong looked at you.

“I’m not,” you assured him. “Take a seat, you want something to drink?”

“I’m okay,” he sat on the leather couch and unbuttoned his suit jacket. “How are you?”

You sat next to him, propping your elbows on the outside back. “I’m great. Hyuck’s getting removed the electronic tracking anklet this weekend.”

He slowly nodded. “Are you guys going somewhere to celebrate it?”

“We’re going somewhere but I still don’t know,” you giggled. “Donghyuck planned something and he refuses to tell me where we’re going.”

“Great, that’s great,” he smiled forcibly. “I hope you guys have a great time.”

“Thank you,” you beamed. “I was also thinking you, Jaemin, Lena and I should go somewhere. It’s been ages since we traveled together.”

Taeyong cocked his head cutely. “Where should we go then?”

“The mountains? I don’t know,” you pouted. “Some places where we can have fun but also stay away from everyone.”

“I think it’s a great idea,” he smiled. “You should invite Donghyuck.”

“Are you gonna be okay with it?” You questioned. “I know you don't like him and I don't want it to be awkward for both of you.”

“I’ll be okay, don't worry,” he shook his head and gave you a comforting smile.

“Fantastic!” You clapped your hands together, smiling.

Taeyong tilted his head, looking at you.  He noticed that your skin looked more rosy and shiny. Almost like glowing. “You look… different.”

You frowned. “Different? How so?”

“I don’t know, but you do look different.”

“Maybe it’s because I got a trim yesterday,” you shrugged.

“Yeah… maybe.”

Taeyong shook his head. “So, when would the trip be?”

“Maybe in 3 weeks?”

“Yeah, I’ll clean my schedule.”

(...)

You snuggled up to your boyfriend, watching the bonfire that burned in the pit before you on the beach. And right now, there was no place you’d rather be than in his arms, lost in the beat of a nearby boombox and the hypnotic glow of the fire.

“What are you thinking about?” he whispered in your ear as the fire began to die down. You looked at Donghyuck, with a relaxed smile on your face.

“Just how wonderful tonight is. Being in your arms,” you sighed, softly. “I don’t want it to end.”

“It doesn’t have to,” he said, as he took your left hand in his, and slipped something on your finger. “Marry me?” he asked while you looked down and saw the silver diamond band he placed on your hand.

You turned around to face him. “Wait, are you serious?”

Donghyuck laughed at this. “No,” he said. “I keep fake engagement rings in my pocket just to fuck with people.” He never could control his sarcasm. “Peel back the diamonds, and that’s pure white chocolate.”

“I’m serious, smartass,” you said, playfully punching him in the shoulder.

“So am I,” he replied. “About the proposal, I mean. Not the chocolate.”

“I thought you proposed before..."

"I did, but I didn't have a ring back then," he smiled. "So? Will you marry me?"

"Yes, of course!" you said, throwing your arms around his neck in a hug that sent both of you off of the log Donghyuck was perched on. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Lee Donghyuck,” you whispered in between soft kisses placed on his even softer lips.

He smirked and kissed you back. “Let’s not wait,” you whispered.

“Wait for what?”

“To get married,” you said, louder, as you sat back down on the log. “I never wanted the big wedding anyway. All I want is to be yours. Forever.”

“I guess we could go down to the courthouse tomorrow,” your fiancé pondered.

"We could do that. I don't mind," he beamed. "But we need witnesses and we don't know one here."

You giggled. "My friends will be upset if they are not my witnesses."

[fruitcoops]

Can you do one where it turns out greyback injuring Remus way back years ago was actually caught on camera and that video of young remus getting his shoulder ripped is like released at a hockey game on the screen or maybe just put online and everyone sees what happens Omg please I'm begging you to do this!!! ILYYY

Hello anon! This is a really interesting idea and I’ve been thinking about it for a while--the NHL doesn’t allow security cameras in locker rooms, but I assumed there would be audio somewhere from one nearby. People who leak ~scandalous information~ on the internet are literally the worst.

Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for graphic descriptions of injury (mostly the sounds)

“How did this happen?” Remus asked, wincing internally at the tremor in his voice. He was shaking from head to toe; it was a miracle he hadn’t started screaming yet. Then again, he wasn’t sure that he would be able to stop. “How the hell did this happen?”

“We don’t know,” Alice said quietly in the chair across from him. “This information was confidential and we haven’t even presented it to the NHL board for review. Someone must have leaked it to the press.”

“Why does this keep happening to me? First Sirius, and now—” He pressed his lips together as his voice cracked. There were a few beats of silence. “Why did you call me in here? I already saw it on the internet.”

“We need you to confirm it was you and Fenrir.” Alice looked him in the eyes. “If you don’t think you can listen to this, Remus, that’s okay, but it will help us build a stronger case to get him punished.”

He took a deep breath. “Can—can Sirius come and sit with me for it?”

“Of course.” She stood and left the room, leaving him alone with the coach.

“You’ve listened to it, haven’t you.”

Arthur nodded. “I’m so sorry, Remus.”

“I don’t need you to be sorry, I need people to not look at me like some sob story.” Bitter fury rose in his throat, though he wasn’t angry with Arthur. “I worked hard to get there and even harder to come back. I’m done dwelling on the past. This is going to undo everything and I’m sick of it.”

“Did the team know?”

“I told some of them when Sirius was at All-Stars.” Remus knew Arthur remembered the fight; he had chewed Sirius out for it as soon as practices resumed. “Didn’t tell my parents, though.”

Arthur closed his eyes and let out a long breath. The door clicked open behind him. “Re?”

“Hey, baby.” Instant relief washed over Remus, though he still felt like he would lose it at any moment.

Sirius settled into the chair next to him and held out his hand—Remus took it immediately, scooting their chairs closer together so their shoulders touched. “Are you ready?” Alice asked, picking up a remote. Remus nodded.

The video was grainy, but the audio was pristine. A few voices—familiar voices, I remember them clear as day—jumbled together as the last members of the team filtered out of the locker room. “See you tomorrow, Moony!” one called over his shoulder. “Great game!”

“Bye, Tags!” Remus said from inside. Did I really sound that young?

The hallway outside the locker room was empty; he heard himself shifting around inside as he stretched out. Left thigh, right thigh, left calf, right calf, reach and roll. “Hey, Lupin.” Fenrir’s gravelly voice made him freeze and Sirius rested his other hand on top of theirs.

“Sup, Backer.” A light smack signaled their fistbump. “That was a beautiful goal you had at the end of the third, by the way. The scouts definitely saw.”

“They certainly did. Are your folks here tonight?”

“Yeah, Jules was so excited. He’s been bouncing off the walls for the past couple days.” The unbridled fondness in his younger voice was a balm. Jules had been convinced that he would be drafted to the NHL right after that game.

“They’re saying you’ll be number one.”

“Really?” Young Remus laughed. “I dunno, man, there are a lot of players this year. You and me are neck and neck, right?”

Dumbass! he wanted to shout. Just shut up for once! “Neck and neck,” Fenrir muttered, barely loud enough for the camera to pick up. “Hey, do you need a hand with your stretches?”

“Sure, thanks. Might have a bruise from your pads tomorrow, eh?” The friendly joke made him wince. More shuffling noises followed. The hall stayed empty.

“Here?” Fenrir asked. There was a dangerous edge to his voice and Remus swallowed around the sudden dryness of his mouth.

“Yeah, that’s—okay, that’s actually a bit too far, can you let up a bit? Fenrir, you’re pulling too hard.” Panic seeped in. “Fenrir, stop, you’re hurting me—”

There was a horrible cracking noise and younger Remus’ strangled shout cut off abruptly as his shoulder came out of the socket. He squeezed his eyes shut and gripped Sirius’ hand. If he focused, he could still feel Fenrir’s fingers pressing his face into the mats.

“‘Look at me, I’m Remus Lupin, I’m the fastest player on the ice and I’ll be number one’,” Fenrir mimicked as Remus’ agonized whines continued. “You think you’re so clever. So perfect. You’ve never had to work a day in your life. I’m the best player out there and the scouts are fucking idiots if they think you’re better.”

A muffled wail ended with a gasp and a series of pops. “Please—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Fenrir growled. “Look at you now, crying like a girl. You’re never going to tell anybody about this, because I know your secret.” Remus’ breath shuddered. “Oh, yeah, I know all about you. If you even think about tattling, everyone is going to know.”

“Ple—ah.” Sirius’ grip tightened around his fingers as Remus’ sharp cry caught in his chest. The green-tinted video fuzzed out for a moment, but still nobody walked past. Fenrir had planned this well.

“You’re nothing now, Lupin. You are damaged goods and you’ll never set foot on the ice again.” His voice lowered. “If you do, I’ll find you.”

There was a thud as he finally released Remus’ arm and quiet, wheezing sobs filled the silence. “What did you do to me? Oh my god, oh my god, it hurts so much, what the hell did you do?”

Remus tasted something salty on the edge of his lips and pressed his thumb against Sirius’ ring. This was real. This was his. Sirius loved him. The team loved him.

“I did what I had to do. Say hi to Jules for me.”

The locker room door opened a few seconds later and Fenrir walked out, flexing his hand. With the open door, Remus’ hoarse weeping was clearer as he was left alone on the floor. The video ended.

“Remus.” Alice held out a box of tissues, her voice gentle as the screen went dark. He reached out for one, but his hand was shaking too bad to grab it; Sirius took one and carefully wiped his cheeks dry with feather-light touches.

“That was him,” Remus managed around the boulder in his throat. “That was Fenrir Greyback, and that was me.”

“Would you be able to swear it in court?”

“What the fuck do you think?” Remus snarled. Sirius ran his thumb over his knuckles. “Do you want to see the scars on my shoulder, too? What reason do I have to lie?”

“I meant are you prepared to talk about this in front of people?” Alice rephrased, calm and collected as ever. “This is a traumatic event and I don’t want to force you into anything.”

“Remus, you’re a valued player on the team,” Arthur said. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re safe in this league.”

“Don’t look at me differently. Now that you know this, now that everyone knows, people will treat me like I’m fragile. I’m the same person I was two days ago and this will not change how I play.”

“I know.” Arthur folded his hands on the desk. “You’re a fighter, Loops. That’s one of the reasons I wanted you on my team.”

“Do you two need a moment before you head back out?” Alice asked, glancing between him and Sirius. “We’re going to kick the reporters out and then everyone’s going to go home for the day while we talk to the board.”

“We do, yeah.” Remus’ voice wavered and coach stood, following Alice into the hall.

“Oh, mon loup,” Sirius murmured, standing and pulling him into a hug. A kiss pressed against the top of his head and Remus grabbed the back of his soft shirt like it was the only thing holding him steady. “I am so sorry.”

“You already knew.”

“No, I didn’t. You told me, but—” Sirius faltered. “I had no idea how bad it was. The things he said to you…”

“Were wrong.” Remus finished. He had spent so many long nights and dark days convincing himself of that.

“They were wrong. You are not damaged goods,” Sirius said fiercely, pulling back to hold his face in his hands. His eyes were fiery. “Listen to me, Remus. You are not damaged. You are everything to me and I love you for exactly who you are.”

“I love you, too.” Remus’ lower lip wobbled and he rested his forehead on Sirius’ chest again. “Hearing it—I already knew what happened, but hearing it was horrible.”

“It was.”

“I’m sorry I made you listen with me.”

“Don’t be sorry, mon amour. I’m with you through the good, the bad, and everything else. I’m glad I was with you for this.”

“The team…” He trailed off and sighed. “I don’t want them to see that. My folks, too.”

“I think they already have,” Sirius admitted. “But they love you so much and they’ll be here for whatever you need.”

“We have to go sometime.” He took a deep breath and stepped back, rubbing his eyes and kissing Sirius quickly. “Alright, let’s go.”

They made it four steps down the hall before James appeared and engulfed Remus in a hug. “Holy shit, I’m so angry,” he choked out on a harsh breath. “I love you, man.”

“Love you too, J. Where’s everyone else?”

“Inside. I called dibs on first hug.”

“Have they all seen it?”

“Some of it. I don’t know if anyone watched it all the way through.” He sniffled and squeezed Remus tighter. “I don’t know how you came back from that.”

“PT helped.” He closed his eyes and leaned into James. “So did you guys. I couldn’t have made it this far without you.”

“Neither could we.” James pulled back. “Do you want to see them or are you heading out?”

“Heading h—”

“I want to see them,” Remus interrupted quietly. Sirius raised his eyebrows. “It’s going to happen sometime. Might as well be now.”

James nodded and walked over to the locker room door. “Ready?”

Remus laced his fingers with Sirius’. “Let’s do it.”