#don’t fuck up your neck and back like me and feel like a 70 year old at 19

[mikeyp16]

Me: ow, why does my back hurt so much?

Also me:

[cherryredstars]

hello cherry! i hope you are having a wonderful new year because i know i am.

little info, this is the same slut who requested overstimulated hobie brown. i read it, gorgeous. literally screenshotted it because of how good it was. i need more of it and i am willing to fight with a spear and a shield for it.

so you know like, 70s/80s are when female domination finally was at it's peak? yes so i would like to request a very dominant and MEAN (maybe even older/more experienced though honestly thats up to you) reader. make her mean its hot. not that being rude is hot, but i like women just as much as i like xy beings and i like my women kinda fucked up

thank you🙏

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Slight Degradation, Choking, Penetrative Sex, Facesitting, Face Slapping, Hair Pulling, Sub!Hobie

Summary: Power to the woman.

A/N: So glad you loved it! Hope you enjoy this one too!!

Word Count: 1.8K (Not Edited)

The sound of his head hitting the wall is muffled by his moan. 

His hands grab desperately to your sides, his eyes rolling back when you suck hard at his lip piercing, the sting of pain going straight to his cock. Your hands are fisted around the lapels of his leather jacket, pushing him harder against the wall. Your hand falls away from his jacket, going further down until you roughly cup his bulge. He groans, his head leaning back as your mouth starts trailing kisses against his neck. Smudges of dark red lipstick stain his skin, being accompanied by hickeys as you bite and suck on him. His hips buck into hand as you return to kissing his lips. For a second, he tries to gain control, pushing back on you and fighting your tongue with his. 

Your brows furrow, your other hand leaving his jacket and wrapping the front of his neck. You use your entire weight to push back on him, your hand squeezing his neck enough to make breathing slightly harder. He whimpers when he’s forced back against the wall, quickly losing the battle between your tongues. Your tongue invades his mouth triumphantly, exploring his mouth before pulling away. His lips try to follow yours, but the hand around his neck prevents him from getting far. You tsk at him, shaking your head. You press your lower body against his, grinding your front to his bulge. He hisses, his hold on your hips tightening. 

“That wasn’t very nice of you, Hobie.” You sneer, squeezing his neck tighter before letting go. Hobie coughs slightly, his chest heaving as his breathing comes easy. “A pathetic attempt on your part.”

Hobie smirks slightly, tilting his head to the side. “What can I say, love? Y’make me weak.”

Your hand slaps his cheek, his head moving to the slide before you quickly grab his chin and force his face down to yours. You have a disgusted look on your face, and Hobie resists the urge to whine. “Don’t smart mouth me, little boy. Get on the bed.”

He can feel his cock twitch in his pants, his eyes going hazy as he looks down at you. You scoff, pushing away from him. Hobie quickly shrugs off his jacket, grabbing his white beater from behind his neck and pulling it over his head. He throws it to the floor, looking down as his hands rushes to undo the button and pull them down his legs. His underwear goes with the pants, leaving him fully naked as he rushes to the bed. He throws himself onto it, leaning on his elbows as he sits at the edge. You’ve stripped too, leaving yourself in your bra. The rest of your body is bare, exposed to him. Hobie groans as he looks at your body, biting his lip as you straddle his lap. 

His hands fall to your thighs, squeezing them. Your hand goes to the nape of his neck, massaging the base of his head before your hand grabs a fist-full of his wicks. He winces as you pull his head back, forcing him to look up at you. You tilt your head to the side, your other hand coming up to trace the shape of his jaw. He gulps as your thumb presses into his chin, your face leaning down towards his ear. You blow warm air against his neck, causing his body to shiver. 

“Do you want to make me feel good, Hobie?” You whisper into his ear, your voice dripping with sexual appeal. Hobie tries to nod, wincing again when he remembers his hair in your hands. 

“Yes,” he mumbles, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs. 

You smile, licking the shell of his ear before pulling away. Your hands leave his hair and chin, moving to his chest. You push him, making him fall back to his elbows. Your hands fall to either side of his head, your nose almost bumping into his. Hobie’s breath hitches, eyes dropping to your lips before moving back to your eyes. You raise an eyebrow at him, tilting your head again. 

“Good, then be a good little boy and lay on your back at the top of the bed.” You demand, pushing yourself up until you’re kneeling on the bed. 

Hobie is quick to follow your directions, pushing himself backwards and laying his head back on the pillows. You follow him once he’s laid flat on the bed, his eyes glued to your form. Your knees land on either side of his head. Hobie can’t decide where to look, his breath elevated as he looks between your face and your sweet pussy. You smirk, your hand landing on his head to keep his gaze on your cunt. Your other hand slides down your body, two of your fingers spreading your pussy lips apart so he can see the slick dripping from your entrance. Hobie groans at the sight, licking his lips as his mouth goes dry. 

Your hand joins your other on Hobie’s head, tilting it back. You slowly lower yourself, your thighs bouncing the second you’re fully seated on his face. Hobie’s eyes go to your face, half-lidded as his hands come to your thighs. 

“Suck.” You demand, grinding your hips down onto his face. 

He groans as his mouth opens and latches onto your clit, sucking and licking at it. You moan softly, your eyes closing in bliss. You tighten your hold on his hair, a vibration running throughout your body as he moans against your cunt. Your hips buck, his nose rubbing against your clit messily. His breath comes out in sharp exhales from his nose, warming your mound before being smothered with your cunt. His eyes are hazy, hands tightening on your thighs as he laps at your pussy. Wet clicks sound under you, the echoes of his tongue lolling being amplified by the walls. 

“More,” you sigh out, slapping one hand against the wall, the other keeping his head in place as you grind down on his face, “C’mon, Hobie. Tongue fuck me.”

Hobie’s eyes squeeze shut, mumbling against your pussy lips. You moan out when his tongue prods at your entrance, slipping in and licking at your throbbing walls. You curse under your breath, bouncing down on his face slightly to push his tongue in and out of you. The small sounds of skin slapping against skin masks Hobie’s whines, his hands coming up to your hips to glue your cunt to his face. You can tell his tongue is starting to ache by how sloppy it is when he flicks over your clit and tries to find your hole again. Feeling nice, you bring your hand to your clit, pinching at the bud until it triggers your orgasm. 

Hobie laps it up greedily, swallowing it down as he shakes his head to collect every drop. You hiss, getting off his face as your thighs twitch. Hobie pants under you, the lower part of his face shiny with your slick. His tongue peaks from his lips, licking up whatever he can. Even in his dazed state, he forces his eyes to follow you as you go further down his body. He pushes himself up on his elbows just in time to watch you extend your hand, squeezing hard around his tip. He whines, hips jolting as he falls onto his back again. 

You chuckle, letting go of him as you go to straddle his lap. Your hands are planted on his chest, keeping you balanced as you lift your hips. You tease your cunt over his tip, making him breath out shakily. Your hand slides up his chest, slipping around his neck, effectively distracting him before you slam your hips down on his cock. He cries out as his tip hits your cervix, his back arching off the bed before your hand pushes his chest down flat to the bed. One of his hands wraps around the wrist of your hand around his neck as you begin to squeeze, simultaneously lifting your hips and sinking back down on him. He whines at you, eyes rolling to the back of his head as your walls suction around his throbbing cock.

You scoff, lightening your hold around his neck. “I just started fucking you and you’ve already gone stupid.”

“You’re. Acting. Like. A. Virgin.” You grit out, punctuating each word with a hard slam of your hips. Hobie only turns his head to the side, breathing heavily as his cock twitches inside of you. 

You laugh meanly, letting go of his neck. You force his head back to the position it was in before, slapping his cheek before grabbing his neck again. You glare down at him, your hips never slowing as you begin to cut off his air flow. His head is getting fuzzy from the lack of oxygen and from the pleasure coursing through his body, whimpering weakly as he ruts his hips into you. 

“I didn’t tell you to look away.” You scold. “Keep your eyes on me until you cum.”

He nods the best he can, his hands grabbing at your waist and squeezing the skin to help him fuck up into you. You moan, rewarding him by lightening your grip on his neck. He sucks in air greedily, gasping and choking on his moans. You can feel your orgasm fast approaching, making your hips just barely lift as you chase the pleasure. Hobie can feel your walls clench around his cock, causing him to moan and whisper pleas for you to cum around his cock. It sets you off, crying out as you slam your hips down on his one last time before your body twitches with your orgasm. Hobie hisses as he empties soon after, lazily fucking up into you to help the both of your ride out your orgasms. 

You breathe heavily, your eyes closing as your hand falls away from Hobie’s neck. You slowly push yourself off of him, landing beside him on the bed. His head is already turned towards you, a fucked-out look still on his face. You smile at him, turning on your side so you lean on your elbow. Your finger traces his jawline, your thumb dragging down his bottom lip. You give his cheek two quick pats before you push yourself off the bed. 

You grab your panties and pants, pulling them on before grabbing your own tank top and throwing Hobie’s leather jacket over it. You walk to the cracked mirror hanging on Hobie’s wall. You ruffle up your hair, swiping your thumb against the smudge of lipstick near the bottom of your lip as you see Hobie sit up on bed. You turn when you’ve fixed yourself up, walking back to him. You grab him by the chin, pulling him into a deep kiss. He moans against your lips, following after you as you pull away. You push him back onto the bed, walking away and to his door. You turn one last time towards him, giving him a moving wave. 

“Guess you weren’t that much of a loser after all.”

I’d let reader top me.

[gasolinerainbowpuddles]

𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚢𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚖 · · · · 𝙸𝚅. 𝙽𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 ║ ⓒⓗⓐⓟⓣⓔⓡⓔⓓ

𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚢𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚖 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 || 𝚗 𝚊 𝚟 𝚒 𝚐 𝚊 𝚝 𝚒 𝚘 𝚗 || 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | PAIRING(s): Joel Miller x fem!OC/reader

| RATING: explicit material | 18+ | CHAPTER CONTENT: POV switching, flirting, fluff, angst, pining, soft!Joel, protective!Joel, girldad!Joel, tipsy!Joel, heteronormative bullshit, inherent power imbalance due to boss/employee dynamic, Sad During the Holidays™, financial/mental/emotional/physical abuse, high functioning alcoholism | WORD COUNT: 9k

| CHAPTER SUMMARY: The more settled you get into your new job, the more your home life frays at the edges. When Joel asks you for a favor, you both struggle to keep from crossing the line between professional and personal.

“Blue Plate Diner?” you read aloud. The flickering bulbs of the neon blue sign added to the Mom & Pop charm of the breakfast place Joel had picked.

“It’s good, I swear. Just give it a chance and you’ll love it,” he promises.

You’re craving the proximity of last night on the bench together passing out candy, so you choose a booth when the waitress asks if you have a preference. Joel picks up a menu and hands it to you, and you take the opportunity to scoot closer to him when he grabs one of his own.

“So what do you normally like for breakfast?” he asks.

“Um, I dunno. Just whatever is around, I guess.”

“What sorta answer is that? You don’t have a favorite breakfast food?”

“I dunno. Do you?” You glance over to see what he’s considering on the menu, only to find he’s ignoring it completely and has his eyes set on you.

“Yeah, I got some classics on deck, but I wanna make sure you get somethin’ you like.”

“Well what’s the fan favorite?” You take a look around at the other patrons and find not a single one of them looks to be under 70 years old. “Other than maybe applesauce and prune juice,” you add.

“Very funny,” Joel laughs under his breath. “You’ll be old one day, too, you know.”

“Yeah, but you’ll get there first, so you can tell me all about it so I can be prepared,” you shoot back with a devilish smirk.

“Anyone ever tell you you’re nothin’ but trouble?” he teases with a full body bump to your side.

You quickly look back down to the menu and wonder what he would say if you told him that yes you had in fact been told many times in many different ways that you were nothing but trouble – except not in the fun, lighthearted way that he’d just said it. 

“Yeah, but I’ve heard worse,” you settle on.

When he seems to be sizing up your response, you give him a full body nudge of your own, which draws a soft chuckle from him. “So,” you say brightly. “What do you recommend since we don’t have to worry about our dentures popping out?”

He rests his arm along the back of the booth behind you and pins you with a put on stern expression. “Speak for yourself,” he huffs. He’s so broad and open sitting next to you like this. You could curl right into his side and fit so snug and perfect, you just know it. Somehow you just know it’d feel like his body was meant to curve around yours.

You giggle and turn to him, your hand finding it’s way to his lips before you can really register what the fuck you’re even doing. He stills, eyelids falling half-lidded for a moment as he watches you, and leans into your touch. The scruff of his beard is coarse and scratchy. You wonder what it would feel like against your neck, your lips, in between your legs. You tap his front teeth when his mouth opens into a smile. “Your denture guy does some real good work. Can’t even tell they’re fake,” you mock observe.

You want to touch his dimple so, so bad. It’s right there. Would he let you? Would it be weird? He still hasn’t moved, just sitting there letting you touch and poke and prod as you please. Your hand gently curves against his jawline, and your fingertip grazes against his dimple. “Is this your real hair or do you have a wig guy, too?” You meant for it to come out as a playful jab, but instead it was a breathy sort of question that betrayed the farce of innocent levity.

“I’m gatekeeping my wig guy, sorry,” he teases. “I’ll give you my denture guy’s contact if you want it, though.”

“Should I come back?” the waitress asks no one in particular.

You and Joel both missed her return to your table. Gravity feels stronger with how quickly your hand drops from his face. You situate yourself forward again to face the server. Joel still keeps his hand along your back where it rests on the booth. “You need a minute?” he asks you softly. There’s a hint of a smile in his voice even though it hasn’t emerged onto his face quite yet.

You know he means do you need more time to look at the menu, but all your brain can recognize as needing a moment to process is the insanely flirtatious banter that’s definitely crossed over into inappropriately touching your boss territory. “Um, can you just order for us both?”

“I got you,” he assures you with a smile. Your tummy flips because again there’s so much more to his words than their surface value. He does have you. He has you in ways you haven’t even begun to openly admit to yourself despite feeling it. 

He has you in the way that he’s always been on your side since you first met. Taking up for you when Jeremy was being an asshole. Recognizing and having faith in your abilities to do a job you have zero experience for. Driving you to and from work every day so you had safe, reliable transportation. Calling to check in on you whenever he wasn’t in the office. Texting you on the weekends. Taking the time and the effort to explain things to you until you got the hang of it and never making you feel dumb about it no matter how many times or how long it took. Letting you come over to his house when you said you were alone at your own. And even the little things that might not matter to most people – getting the door for you, making sure the temperature in the car was comfortable, asking if the music playing was okay or if you wanted to change it.

Joel takes care of you in so many ways that on their own might seem insignificant or standard but all add up to one overwhelming sense of being looked after. 

He orders for you both – a monte cristo sandwich and chicken and waffles - and you settle into easy conversation again. You’ve never tried either dish, and you soak in the eager way Joel explains them to you in detail and what he thinks you might like about them. You end up preferring the raspberry jam to dip the sandwich into over the strawberry jam that Joel liked better. The chicken and waffles are absolute perfection, and Joel is nice enough to let you have the last bite.

Your stomach was uncomfortable with fullness, but you’d have to wait until you were alone in the office to unbutton your jeans for more room. You lean back with a heavy sigh against the booth and mindlessly snuggle against Joel’s arm there. You don’t remember when he put it back after the food had come.

“Not a breakfast person, huh?” The curve of a self-satisfied grin slips onto his mouth.

“Did I eat too much?” You feel self-conscious now. Maybe he’d meant to save some of it for later? You didn’t realize how hungry you actually were. It occurs to you that you didn’t eat dinner last night. You sometimes forgot to eat if you weren’t preparing a meal for your dad.

“Oh quit it,” he gently chides. “You know damn well I’m over the moon that you liked the food. I was nervous I’d oversold it to you.”

You relax again knowing that he wasn’t upset with you for helping eat the plates clean. “You always pick good stuff. I knew whatever you picked was gonna be good.”

His entire face beams with a deliriously pleased grin. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you breathe a little laugh.

He turns his head from you to look out the front of the diner, and you swear the tips of his ears are pinking just like the apples of his cheeks.

“So, can I ask a favor now that I got you all comatose with sugar?” he lobs at you and makes eye contact again.

“Ask away, Sugar Booger,” you giggle, feeling a little giddy and high off the carb and glucose laden foods. And maybe making him blush. And possibly also the prolonged proximity to him.

“Oh wow. No more syrup for you,” he jokes. “You sure you’re of sound mind? Don’t want you claimin’ an altered state later on and try to get outta it.”

“Is the favor that bad?”

Joel winces at the unintentional negative setup he’d created for his impending request. “No, I mean, it’s not– No, it’s not that bad. More just like I’m not the best with those sorts of things and could use some guidance.”

Your eyebrows lift in curiosity, and you wait for him to continue.

“So, there’s a guy on our crew – you’ve met him, I think? Paul?– and he’s been with us for 10 years this December. So me ‘n Tommy wanted to do a sort of, not like a party, but more of like a sit down dinner sort of thing? And invite all the employees to come celebrate.”

You stare blankly at him, wondering how this was supposed to be something you’d have a better hand at than Joel or Tommy.

“I know it ain’t your job duties, but I could use a little help,” he admits. “Jenn always sorta just handled this stuff, and I shoulda paid more attention to it when she was—”

“I can do it,” you answer quickly. If Jennifer had done it, you could do it. You had to do it. You weren’t going to come into this position with none of the experience she had and none of the work ethic, too.

“You don’t have to. I can do most of it, but I just need a little help organizing it and whatnot.”

“I can do it.”

“Well alright then,” he says like he’s relieved it’s settled and didn’t take too much convincing.

He pays for the meal, and you both head to the car to start your work day.

Kenzie: sssooooo the job???

Her text comes through, and your eyebrows shoot to your hairline in pleasant surprise. You’re shocked she even remembered you’d quit the grocery store and started full time with Miller Contracting. After ten seconds of consideration, you realize she probably had a little more incentive to recall more of what’s going on in your life because she wanted the dirt on you and Joel. You can’t really blame her, though. You’d be the same way.

You: omg hi! yes, it’s been really good! hbu

Kenzie: caught up w my study buddy friend again this past weekend

Kenzie: he did better this time around

Kenzie: might have to give him a better dicking down score tbh

You: gotta love a fast learner right lol

Kenzie: no fr haha

Kenzie: so have u and joel fucked yet or what

You roll your eyes. Of course she probably would’ve already had this figured out and been fucking Joel on the regular if she was in your shoes, but you didn’t have the sort of inherent charm and finesse that Kenzie seemed to possess when it came to hooking up and relationships.

You: he’s literally my boss

Kenzie: ok but im not hearing a no…..

You: you are trying to get me fired 😐

Kenzie: no im trying to get u FUCKED

Kenzie: which btw whens the last time somebody knocked the cobwebs outta that pussy 

You: omfg

Kenzie: 🎤🎤🎤 lets hear it bitch i need to know what im working with

You groan and scrub a hand over your face. You really, really weren’t in the mood for this particular conversation. It had been a long time since you’d been with anybody, but that wasn’t what made you reluctant to dive into the topic. You’d told her about your past experiences, but she never picked up on the fact that you didn’t mention who they had been with. Pretty much everything you knew about having a sex with a guy you’d learned from Kenzie’s extensive and detailed exploits. She would typically take the lead on conversations around hookups and whiskey dick and bad dating app matches, and you were happy to just listen along and live a little through her tellings.

You: don’t laugh

Kenzie: oh god ok hold on

Kenzie: ok im ready

You: it’s been like 3 years ish

Kenzie: WHAT

Kenzie: u didnt tell em this was an emegenyc!!!!!!!

You: are the typos for dramatic effect or are you legit that worked up

Kenzie: 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

Kenzie: if i wasnt in class right now id be calling you asap im so serious 

Kenzie: omfg ur poor kitty wtf that is actually tragic

You: ok actually I think I’d just prefer you to laugh at this point instead of whatever this is 💀

Kenzie: ok ok sorry

Kenzie: im just in a state of shock let me pull it together

Kenzie: ok

You: you have to remember I haven’t been with a ton of ppl

Kenzie: pure and innocent okay mary mother of jesus 🙏⛪

You: it’s not like I don’t want to!

You: you’re supposed to be helping me rn 😒

Kenzie: ok well what was he like?

You: who?

Kenzie: the last guy you were with? 3 years ago?

Ah, there it was. The default assumption. It wasn’t usually intended to be rude or presumptuous, but it put you in a position of having to explain your departure from the “norm.” You sigh and decide to give Kenzie a chance. She was super open when it came to sex and all that, so maybe she wouldn’t be like every other person you’d had this conversation with, which thankfully had been very few.

You: nope never been w a guy

Kenzie: …..

Kenzie: im so confused rn

You: well kenz when two ppl like each other a whole bunch, sometimes their crotches get all hot and tingly

Kenzie: ppfffttttt dont have to explain that part to me

Kenzie: ok so ur a virgin?!

Kenzie: 👁️👄👁️

You: nope just never had dick or dick shaped things inside me

Kenzie: hmmm ok idk if thats how that works but im gonna roll w it bc i really dont know lol

You sigh again. You know she’s probably genuinely confused and probably also trying to halfway pay attention to whatever lecture she’s in, but it’s still frustrating nonetheless. This idea that sex had to be penetrative to “count” never made a whole lot of sense to you, but over the years you’d found out that you were in the minority with that viewpoint.

You: wow ty for your grace and understanding 😐

Kenzie: i mean it could be worse we could be starting from square 1 so at least youve got some experience under your belt we can work with that

You: I’m really not trying to fuck up this job like obviously Joel is hot but I don’t want to lose this job bc I cross a line and do something stupid

Kenzie: i bet hes huge 😮‍💨

You: that’s not helpful!

Kenzie: ok ok!!! sorry i literally cant help it hes hot and has bde like its not my fault im thinking about it

You laugh at that. Joel did in fact carry himself with the confidence of a guy who was “blessed below the belt,” and the thick, broad physique he had also had all signs pointing to big. You tried your hardest not to think about that, though, because once you got fixated on it that was it. His body always felt so nice and warm next to yours, and you’d put a firm boundary in your mind to not let your imagination run wild about what was beneath the clothes.

You: ok I gotta get back to work

You: text me soon! I want to stay in the loop with everything!

Kenzie: same! 💖

You: ❤️

You’d always preferred pants, but a dress was a single item and cheaper than buying a decent pair of slacks and an appropriate but not boring top for this dinner you were organizing. There was a steakhouse that wasn’t too upscale but still landed in that clean, woodsy tavern type of environment you felt was a good fit for the crew. You knew your usual jeans and t-shirts weren’t going to cut it, so you carved out a little time to bike up to a few thrift stores in the area.

The wrap dress you’d picked had a sort of matronly floral pattern, but beggars can’t be choosers. Besides, it looked better on a body than dangling from a hanger, so it wasn’t a total loss. You used a few carefully placed pins to make sure it wasn’t going to fly open in the middle of the dinner, and, voila! you had a sort of cute outfit to wear to this thing.

The Sunday of the event finally rolled around, and your nerves were at an all time high. You worried that you had forgotten something or that people weren’t going to like the party or that you were going to embarrass yourself in some way. You ignored the catastrophizing as much as possible, but even your favorite, softest t-shirt was feeling itchy around the color while you waited near the front hallway to listen out for Joel’s truck.

You couldn’t leave the house in your dress without your dad demanding to know when and how you’d gotten it. He’d never approve a new dress for just one singular work function. It’s tucked away in your bag until you can change into it later. You make a beeline for the door when you hear Joel’s truck pull up. You absolutely do not want him to interact with your dad. The idea of him confronting Joel about your pay sets your panic on edge.

“When are you gonna be back?” he barks out. He’d agreed to let you go to this work event, but he wasn’t happy about it.

“It’s supposed to be from 1 to 3, dad. I might have to help clean up after, but I don’t think it’ll take too long.” Your hand grips on the doorknob when you hear Joel’s truck come to a complete stop. Bits of imagined images flash in your mind of your dad finding out you’d been lying to him this whole time about how much you made. Your stomach clenches.

“Clean up after? You’re not even getting paid for this thing. Why the fuck would you— You know what, nevermind. If you’re stupid enough to work this thing for free on a weekend, there’s no point trying to explain to you why that’s fucking ridiculous.” He huffs and shakes his head with an incredulous, aggravated smile.

“I’ll be back soon. Bye, dad.”

He settles back into his chair and flicks through the TV channels. “Fucking moron,” he mumbles loud enough for you to hear.

You pretend like you didn’t hear him even though you both know you did. Joel is approaching your front door when you bound down the steps towards him. “Hey, ready to go?” You don’t wait for an answer as you scurry to the passenger side. Joel rushes to open the door for you, and you feel bad about making him hurry. You just need to get off your street, and then your nerves might settle.

Joel hops into the driver’s seat and greets you with a smile. “Well hello to you, too.”

You force a smile back. “Sorry. Just don’t want to be late. I’d never forgive myself if I ruined this whole thing by being late.” He motions for you to put your seatbelt on, and it’s only then you realize he’s got on a nice pressed button up with dark wash jeans. His hair is lightly gelled and combed back.

“What the fuck,” you exhale.

“What?” He pulls back, brow knitted in confusion. 

“You– You look so handsome.” It jumps out of your mouth before you can stop yourself.

He bursts into a deep belly laugh and shakes his head. “Well you don’t have to sound so surprised about it.” He puts the gear in reverse. “Get your seatbelt on, sweetie.”

“‘Kay,” you mumble absently. When had the inside of the car gotten to 500 degrees? Were you sweaty or clammy? It was hard to tell. You shove the seatbelt into the lock and slump back, all while stealing glances at Joel. He pulls out of the driveway and heads down the street. You suddenly realize you look like an absolute dumpster fire in comparison. “I, um, I do have a different outfit. It’s in my bag.”

“Oh? You can wear what you’ve got on if you’re more comfortable in it,” he offers. “It’s just the guys. Nobody there to impress. I just figured I should put somethin’ on since I’m the big important boss, right?” He flashes a small grin your direction.

“No. I, um, I actually got, like, a real outfit for this. So. You don’t have to worry about me looking like a complete slob.”

He turns his head your direction fully now with a disapproving frown. “You look nice. Why’re you sayin’ that?”

You shrug and look out your window. “Didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Sounds like you did,” he contends.

“Sorr–” You clamp your mouth shut before the word can leave it. “I’ll word it better next time.”

The drive is quiet for a few minutes.

“Hey, you doin’ okay? S’everything alright?”

You hug your arms tighter around yourself. “Yeah, why?”

“Just seem bothered or somethin’. You sure nothin’s wrong?” he presses.

“Just nervous I guess about the party,” you half-lie.

He reaches a hand over without taking his eyes off the road, and your throat squeezes tight when his hand settles gently against the top of your thigh. “You have no reason to be nervous, okay? You did a great job, I just know it. And if anybody doesn’t like somethin’ — even though I doubt that’ll happen — we’re gonna say that I did it or chose it, okay?”

“You don’t have to—”

“That’s our plan, okay?” he interjects. He stops at a red light and turns to look at you, pinning you with a tender but firm expression. “You’re an employee, too, remember? So you should have a good time just like everybody else, you hear?”

You nod and slowly put your hand atop his. You graze your fingers against the solid shape of it and feel grounded for the first time all day. “Okay. I’ll try to enjoy myself.”

“Good,” he approves with a gentle squeeze to your leg before putting both hands on the steering wheel again.

The steakhouse has a private room that you booked, and you get another boost of encouragement when you see that the setup they did is really nice. Joel appraises and compliments every balloon, confetti, tablecloth color,  banner you picked, and so on until he starts repeating himself. You were worlds away from the stress of your house by now, and you slipped away to the bathrooms to change before people started arriving. You situate your dress so it hangs just right, double check the pins are in place, and give your hair a quick pat down.

“Oh good, no one’s here yet,” you sigh when you rush back into the private party room.

Joel’s hands are in his pockets as he casually stands admiring your efforts for the party. He turned when you spoke and stopped dead in his tracks. “Wow!”

“Oh, you don’t have to do all that just because I was an idiot in the truck,” you dismiss.

“You look incredible!” he raves. He pulls his hands from his pockets and holds them out low to his sides as he approaches you with an open appraisal of your form. He’s standing so close now you feel a bit dizzy. It doesn’t help matters when he slides his hands to cup your elbows. “That’s a really nice dress. You look really nice.”

“Thanks,” you mumble. Your chest might as well be on fire, and your ears were throbbing with a pulsing drum.

“And you’re not an idiot. I really wish you’d quit sayin’ that stuff,” he adds gently. His face is open, imploring you to stop the ingrained habit of tearing yourself down with simple but hurtful self-directed words.

“I don’t mean to,” you admit in a soft hush. You rest a hand on his stomach and fiddle with the small buttons there.

“I know you don’t,” he says just as soft. He smooths a cluster of stray hairs to sit behind your ear.

He nudges your chin before putting his hands back in his pockets. “Chin up, alright? Let’s have a good time.”

Your mouth twitches to the side in a little half smile. “Okay,” you agree.

You keep your word for the most part. The rest of the employees filter in one by one, all dressed in varying degrees of special occasion attire. You feel a bit better about your dress now seeing a few others wearing pretty much what you’d consider “elevated loungewear.” You recognize the names and a few faces, but you’ve never really had a chance to actually sit down and talk with most of them. They all seem friendly and easygoing. The back and forth between everybody feels like one of those scenes in a movie or TV show where everybody is sitting around for a holiday meal while the camera pans through all the boisterous, joyful interactions.

You surprise yourself by enjoying all of it and glancing around at all the happy energy zipping through the room. Normally you’d probably feel like the odd man out for not really knowing anybody that well, but the atmosphere is so warm and friendly that it feels perfectly acceptable to just be a content fly on the wall. It probably helps that Joel keeps checking in on you as he’s taken to doing.

You’re sat near the end with him and Tommy – prime positioning for whoever needs to get up and grab something or stand to make an announcement. The man of the hour Paul is seated near the other end of the table, which actually turns out perfect since most people’s attention keeps focusing his way. You make sure to keep the physical and verbal boundaries with Joel in check even though you wish you could just reach out and hold his hand.

The first snag comes when the drink orders are being taken. Everyone is getting beer or wine, and you feel a bit of panic rise up. You can’t remember the last time you drank, and you don’t want to make a fool of yourself or be the only person not drinking. It was a celebration after all, and the pressure to just pick something and deal with the consequences were weighing on you more and more the closer the wait staff got to you. You fumble with the drink menu and pray to god your hands don’t shake too much or heaven forbid your voice when you actually have to speak.

“And for you, ma’am?” the waiter asks politely.

“Um. Um… I … I, um…..”

“Oh, what about that peach moscato I was tellin’ you that Sarah won’t shut up about? You said you like moscato, right?” Joel pipes up.

You turn to him and try to hide the surprise on your face. You’d never had any such conversation. It dawns on you that he’s trying to help. “Oh, yeah! Perfect. Um. I can’t remember what it’s called, though?”

Joel pretends to be in thought for a moment trying to recall. “Hm, I think the label has a flower on it? A peach flower maybe?”

The waiter “regretfully informs” Joel that he isn’t familiar with the moscato in question. You feel a bit bad for him knowing all of it was just something Joel had pulled out of his ass to save yours. Joel shrugs and says whatever peach moscato they’ve got would do. The waiter nods and scribbles down your order before excusing himself and taking Joel and Tommy’s orders for beers. Everyone is served their beverage, and you actually think your fizzy pink drink looks pretty with all the peach slices floating around in it.

“Mind if I try some?” Joel asks when you haven’t taken a sip after several minutes.

“Oh, go ahead.” You hope he takes a big gulp so you have less alcohol to get through. When he does just that, it takes all your effort to not jump into his arms. He makes an approving face at the taste of it before setting it back down in front of you. He leans closer to you and quietly says, “Weak as shit just like I figured. You should be good with what’s left.”

“Thank you,” you whisper.

He leans back into his own space and gives your lower back a quick, encouraging rub.

Everyone is ordering steak and seafood and some of the fanciest food you think you’ve ever heard of. You choose the peppered mustard salmon filet at the waiter’s suggestion that it would pair nicely with your moscato. You finally do take a sip and whip your head Joel’s direction.

His eyebrows raise in question, and he breaks into a soft grin when he recognizes your pleased reaction. “You like it? S’good, huh?”

You bite your bottom lip and nod. “It’s actually really good. Thank you.”

He leans in again so just you can hear him. “Sorry I cleared most of it already. Was just tryna let you off the hook. You want me to order you another one?”

“No, that’s okay. I really appreciated that, by the way.”

“Of course, hon.” He pulls away and cuts through his medium rare steak. He offers you a slice, and you take a bite. It’s delicious. You all share a laugh when he asks if you want to try some of Tommy’s medium well steak, just so you can see the difference of how steak should actually be eaten. “Whatever, man. If not wantin’ your food to bleed out all over your plate is wrong, then I don’t wanna be right,” Tommy asserts with a sparkly eyed grin.

After dinner, a few of the crew stand to make their toasts and reminisce on times Paul made an ass out of himself or dropped a really expensive power tool and broke it or found himself in the awkward position of being pursued by both the husband and wife – separately – on a kitchen remodel job he worked. Tommy stands and says a few words about Paul’s work ethic and great attitude that keeps the hard days from being unbearable. Joel stands and offers a few words of his own and then detours a little.

“And we’ve been so lucky to have a guy like Paul with us for these past 10 years. We always wanna show our thanks to him and to all of you for showin’ up every day and just gettin’ shit done.”

The table murmurs in agreement with a few people making exaggerated whooping sounds.

“And I also wanna say,” Joel continues, looking down at you and gesturing for you to stand with him. Your legs feel like jelly as you rise and let him wrap a loose arm around your shoulders. “That this one right here put all

this together, so a special thanks to her for that.” Most of the table gives their cheers! or their quiet golf claps, and you fight the urge to run away and hide under the table. “She’s also the reason why y’all’s paychecks didn’t get fucked up when Jennifer had to leave us so quick—” Joel gives a pointed look to Corey, an employee and Jennifer’s ex-fiance once she discovered his cheating, who blushes and drops his gaze “—so let’s all make sure to let her know we appreciate her coming on board in the middle of all that mess and helpin’ to keep things on track.”

The table collectively gives a genuine round of cheering and laughter in praise of you and your role in their undisturbed paychecks. You nervously smile and wave in acknowledgment. Joel gestures that you can take a seat again, which you gratefully accept.

“So here’s to all of you from me and Tommy both. Don’t matter if you’ve been here 10 years or 10 months, we wanna say we appreciate the work y’all do. Thanks everybody for comin’ out today to celebrate.” With that, Joel tips his beer in the air to toast with everyone, and you sip down the rest of your drink.

As things start to wind down, you excuse yourself to the restroom and pluck your phone from your bag to check it before coming back. Just another reason why you could never truly be a dress sort of girl: the lack of pockets. You have a warm glow about you as you assess your reflection in the bathroom mirror, and you know it’s not just the few sips of moscato you’ve had. This had been fun. Being out with other people – and even with everyone drinking – it never got too rowdy or uncomfortable. Your chest pangs at the thought of how much you wish you could do something like this more often.

But that wasn’t your life, so you quickly brush those feelings away. You’d learned long ago that lingering on the impossible only made you feel worse. You sigh and pull your flip phone from where you’d ungracefully shoved it into your top. Your heart drops when you see you’ve missed 7 calls from your father. It drops even more when you see he hadn’t bothered texting. It signaled one of those moods he got into where he’d get indignant over the thought of having to exert too much energy to access you. You should be the one checking to make sure he didn’t want to say something or need something.

Your hands are shaking as you exit the bathroom to get a better signal in the hallway. The phone only rings twice before your father picks up.

“If you aren’t going to answer my calls, there’s no need for you to have a phone at all,” his cutting voice comes through.

“Dad, I’m so sorry, I was just—”

“Do you even know what time it is? Have you even been keeping track of it?” he interrupts.

You regretfully haven’t. You’d been having such a good time that you hadn’t thought about how long it’d been. You’d booked the room for 12-4. Hadn’t you told him you’d be staying behind to help clean up? It couldn’t be that far out of the window, could it?

“Dad, it’s a work–”

“Bullshit!” he snaps. “You have other responsibilities! You know all the shit that needs to be done around the house before the week starts!”

You flinch even though he’s not present. You knew that tone all too well.

“Dad, I swear I’ll—”

“You can’t just leave all your responsibilities in the dust just because you want to go out and get rowdy with coworkers!”

“I’m not, dad! Please just let me—”

“GET YOUR ASS HOME IMMEDIATELY!”

“I-I’ll stay up to get everything done, dad. I swear! I’ll get started right when I get home!”

You imagine he must mean pressing his shirts, cleaning the kitchen, and tidying up in general. And whatever other chore he dreamt up on the spot that you were expected to jump up and do without question.

“If you don’t get home soon, I’m gonna lock your ass out. See if you lose track of time again after that.”

“Dad! I’m leaving soon! I–”

The other end goes dead, and you pull your phone away to see the home screen. He hung up on you. The clock reads 4:37.

Joel is happy to see his employees getting some downtime, an opportunity to throw back some beers and shoot the shit with each other. They all worked so hard. It felt good to be able to do things like this for them. 

You’d slipped away to the bathroom several minutes ago, and Joel excuses himself with the intent of thanking you without anyone else around. He figures he could use a bathroom break himself, and he winds through the restaurant towards them. He stops just short of the hallway when he hears your voice, but it’s not your usual tone. There’s a shakiness to it that Joel immediately clocks. 

“I’m not, dad! Please just let me—”

Why do you sound so panicked? Did you say ‘dad’? Why would talking to your dad have you so frazzled?

“I-I’ll stay up to get everything done, dad. I swear! I’ll get started right when I get home!”

What did you have to stay up to do? Why did you have to get home to get started on it? How much of it was there? You hadn’t even been gone that long.

“Dad! I’m leaving soon! I–”

There’s just quiet after that. Joel immediately thinks back  to a conversation he’d had with you earlier this week after you’d finished a call with a particularly disgruntled client.

“You sure you never worked at a call center or somethin’?” Joel laughed.

“No, never. Why?”

“S’just you don’t seem fazed at all by people bitin’ your head off. It’s the sorta thing you think seasoned debt collectors would be used to, not somebody workin’ at the supermarket.”

He then thinks about the way your dad spoke about you when he’d run into him at the car shop. Joel starts to wonder if it’s the same way he talks to you.

He slowly rounds the corner to find you staring blankly at your phone. Your head snaps up when you notice him.

“Oh! Joel, hi. You scared me,” you breathily laugh.

“Hey, you okay?” He can’t help himself. He considered playing it off like he hadn’t heard anything – to just mind his own business for once when it came to you – but he had to know if there was something wrong, if there was something he could help with.

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine. My dad just gets really worried when I’m out by myself.”

“You’re not by yourself,” he contends, a little offended by the notion that your dad didn’t trust him for some reason. Joel reminded himself that he was protective of Sarah and that your dad was probably just coming from the same place. He couldn’t blame a dad for being protective over his baby girl.

“You know what I mean,” you breathe with a shake of your head. The undercurrent of your words came through clear as day: please don’t make me explain it because I’m so, so tired.

“Yeah, alright. I, uh, overheard a little bit when I came ‘round the corner. You, uh, need to get home soon?”

Your sad eyes locked onto Joel, and it took everything in him to not scoop you up into a tight hug and tell you that he’d do anything right now to see you as carefree and happy as you’d been not that long ago at the table.

“Yeah, sorry. I can call a cab if you–”

“No. We can get goin’ if that’s what you wanna do,” he assures you. “Let me just use the bathroom real quick and say bye to everybody. We’ll get goin’ quick, alright?”

Your frown added to the contradiction of the entire situation. It didn’t seem much like you wanted to go home at all despite insisting you did. Joel knew he’d be replaying the entire day over and over in his head to figure it out.

Joel had offered to walk you inside after getting the car door for you, but you managed to talk him out of it, saying how he’d done plenty for today and that you’d see him in the morning. He waved and reversed out the drive before disappearing around the corner.

The front door was unlocked. You breathe a sigh of relief. One obstacle down, one million to go.

Your father is waiting in the foyer for you, tall and imposing. “Took you long enough.”

“Dad, I’m so sorry.”

“What’re you wearing?” He rounds on you now like a buzzard on rotting flesh.

Your gut turns when you realize you’d forgotten to change out of your dress. He pulls at the sleeve as if to inspect it.

“Dad, be careful! That’s Kenzie’s dress!” you lie. “If I mess it up I’m gonna have to replace it!”

“Oh, is that so?” he sneers. He yanks your bag from your shoulder and flips it upside down, emptying its contents all over the floor. You stay frozen in place as he uses his foot to kick around your things and search for some incriminating item. You almost lurch forward when he toes your clothes to the side and sees your work phone.

“And I guess this is Kenzie’s phone, too? Just borrowing a brand new phone from a friend?” he mocks as he leans down to pick it up and shove it in your face.

You shake your head, your tongue heavy and inoperative, and a black fit of rage clouds over his eyes.

“So, you’re stealing money from the account somehow, huh? Spending it on ridiculous things for yourself? How long has that been going on?” he demands.

“No, I’m not! It’s for work!” you plead.

“Oh yeah, just like this little function today was for work, huh? BULLSHIT!”

It happens before you can stop him. You watch in horror as he throws your work phone into the wall. It thuds to the floor with cracks throughout the screen in several places.

“Dad, stop! I need that for work!” you cry. You scramble to the floor to salvage what you can.

Something in your voice must tell him you’re not lying. He seems to realize you’re telling the truth: it is a work phone. You hadn’t been hiding anything or spending money – your own money from your own account.

“See what happens when you keep secrets? Makes me feel like I can’t trust you at all.” 

It’s as close to an admission of error that you’re going to get. He certainly wasn’t going to outright apologize. You hold back tears until he stomps off into the living room and plops down in his chair, just where you’d left him earlier today. You gather your mess of things from the floor and try to pull yourself together enough for the hours of chores ahead of you.

You’d been close to your normal self on Monday morning when Joel picked you up. He was waiting for some somber mood or vague mention of yesterday’s hasty departure. But, you were acting like nothing had happened. So, Joel did, too. He’d found that taking your lead with these strange situations was the only thing that kept your guard down. He’d have to just work the information out of you slowly and gently.

The entire thing had left a sour taste in his mouth. Maybe your dad had really just been worried about you being out past when you’d said you’d be home, but was it really necessary for him to get so upset over it? You couldn’t just up and leave of your own accord since Joel had driven you both, so why did it seem like your dad was blaming you for something you had no control over?

It wasn’t until Wednesday when he saw your broken work phone that the uneasy feelings came back tenfold. You’d sworn up and down that you’d dropped it a couple days ago and that you’d meant to tell him about it but forgotten. You’d apologized profusely for it and urged him to deduct the amount from your paycheck.

It just added to that nagging feeling that something wasn’t quite right. First the apparent relief of being paid cash. The fact that your dad was on all your accounts. The condescending, sharp way he’d held himself when Joel ran into him at the auto shop. The way you always seemed to change the topic whenever family or home came up. The way you sounded upset on the phone with your dad on Sunday. And now your work phone had been “dropped and cracked.” 

It all gave Joel a bad feeling he couldn’t quite pin, but he couldn’t root it on any one thing in particular. All he could do was keep a closer eye on you and watch for more indications.

He takes you to get a new work phone and doesn’t leave until you’ve picked out the color you want of the newest version available. He doesn’t entertain your hesitance at accepting such a “nice gift.” He downplays it for your benefit. “Nah, quit it. It’s a work thing, but, hey, if it feels like a gift, I ain’t gonna argue with that.”

You were supposed to be getting direct deposits just like every other employee starting next month after Tommy had pressed him about it, but Joel wanted to keep that on hold until he got a better idea of what this bad feeling was that had taken hold of him. He’d been paying you in cash and driving you to the bank every other week, and he suggested doing that for “a little while longer” until he “could get some other things sorted out.”

To no surprise, you had no qualms with the offering.

You’d faked your excitement with everyone else around the office about the days off coming up for the holiday. Now here you were up at the crack of dawn trying to scrounge up whatever you could to put together something for today. It wasn’t going to be a Thanksgiving feast, that’s for sure. Part of you is relieved when your dad wakes up and tells you he’s going to Denise’s for the day. He’d been standoffish since he’d thrown your phone, but you didn’t dare acknowledge his almost rueful demeanor. If he didn’t directly address it, you knew better than to bring it up.

Just for good measure and to keep you in line, your dad explains that Denise’s parents are going to be there today, and he’s not willing to risk you tagging along and making some sort of scene. He wants to make a good impression, and it’s abundantly clear he doesn’t consider you someone that would make him look good. If you’re not an asset, you’re just in the way.

He takes the one decent dish you’d managed to produce and tells you not to wait up.

The quiet and calmness of an empty house is a rarity – a nice change of scenery – but you can’t pretend you’re not a little lonely. Something about the holiday where you’re meant to gather around family and friends and express your gratitude for them and everything else. It all amplified your solitude. You can’t keep your mind from drifting to your younger brother Calum who you hadn’t heard from properly in months. 

He’d made the choice to leave almost a year ago. In truth, you’d never really felt lonely until he left. And as much as it hurt to no longer have him here with you, you understood. The least you could do was respect his choice and give him the gift of leaving this awful place behind. He didn’t need reminders of his past, what he’d decidedly departed from, when he was probably enjoying himself on Thanksgiving for the first time ever. You smiled as

you imagined the friends he might be having a meal with. At least one of you got out. You don’t begrudge him, but you do wish there was some way to know if he ever missed you.

A blanket work text comes through on your work phone. Some sparkly cornucopia graphic with even more sparkly text that read Happy Thanksgiving! It was sent by Joel, but you had a feeling the graphic was more of Tommy’s doing. You respond back to Joel on a private text.

You: happy thanksgiving :) shame you didn’t send out one of your famous emoji stories tho

Joel: Tommy made me send that ugly thing.

Joel: Thought of you earlier, by the way.

You: oh?

Joel: Yeah the parade was on, and I saw the Jolly Green Giant. Creepy fucker. Don’t remember him looking like that.

You: and that made you think of me? 😐

You snort at the inadvertently rude comment and break into a wide smile when his contact takes up the screen.

“It’s fine, Joel,” you assure him.

He groans on the other end. “Listen, I was tryna say that I thought of you ‘cause of the grocery store, you know? Canned green beans at the store? And you used to work at the supermarket, so… And the float was ugly – I don’t think you’re ugly, not in the slightest — I, well— now that came out wrong, goddammit—” You openly giggle at his floundering, and he lets out a nervous, self-deprecating chuckle.

“Been making merry it sounds like,” you lightheartedly tease. 

He makes a sheepish sort of sound and admits to “having been bullied into a coupla bottles of beer by Tommy” but is quick to assure you he’s going to “stuff myself with some appetizers to soak some of it up before talking to any other employees.” You grimace at the reminder that this is not in fact some friendly call but rather your boss just sending out a mass text wishing everybody a nice holiday. 

You wish you were there with him. His warmth and kindness feels like it was meant to be shared on days like this, surrounded by a good meal and a happy family. Even this somewhat inebriated version of him is so different from what you’ve grown up with.

“Sure is quiet over there,” he notes.

“Yeah, I just stepped outside for a minute when I saw you were calling.”

“Ah, well don’t let me keep you from it, sweetheart.”

“Okay. Thanks for calling, Joel. Say hi to Tommy for me.”

“Will do. And, uh, sorry about the green beans thing again.”

“Yeah, yeah. You owe me a trip to Blue Plate Diner for that one.”

He laughs and agrees that the “punishment fits the crime.” Your heart stutters at the promise of getting to cuddle up next to him in a booth again.

“So, you ate good and all that?” Joel asks as he turns the wheel.

“Oh yeah. Probably gained five pounds,” you lie with a fake laugh. “How about you? Tommy bully you some more after we talked?”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Gotta remind myself that alcohol hits different the older you get. Gotta have some food in me first before I start sayin’ crazy things.” He grumbles to himself when he pulls into the office parking lot and finds a large portion of it sectioned off with cones. He spots somebody in a high visibility vest and hops out to talk to him.

You watch on as he points to the various cones and then to your office door. The worker nods and gestures to something down the road. You try to follow along to where he’s pointing, but his hand drops before you get a good look. After another moment of discussion, Joel shakes the guy’s hand and moves a few cones aside. To your horror, he motions for you to drive through.

It’s a short, straight path. You don’t have a license, but this was as simple as it got in terms of driving without hitting anything. The entire lot was empty except for the cones Joel had moved aside for you. You shakily scoot over to the driver’s side but can’t make yourself shift the gear. You’re suddenly cold and clammy, staring blindly at the wheel and the gearshift. Why can’t you just do this simple thing?

You jump at the door opening. You hadn’t even noticed Joel making his way back over to you. “Hey, you’re alright. I got it.” He hops into the truck without another word, and you barely shift over enough to make space for him. You wait for the insults to fly, but they don’t come.

No why you couldn’t manage such a simple request?! barked at you

No I have to do everything myself! hurtled your way.

Instead, he pulled into a space and put it in park. Before you’d even opened your mouth to apologize, he waved you off.  “Nah, shouldn’t have assumed you were comfortable with it. That’s my fault,” he offers casually. 

“It’s so stupid, I should’ve just–”

“Shouldn’t have asked ya in the first place. Not right. I know you don’t have your license, and I shouldn’t have assumed you’d be comfortable even if I thought it wasn’t a big deal. I’m sorry for puttin’ you in that spot.”

Your mouth feels dry, adrenaline coursing with the stress of a reprimand that wasn’t going to come but you’d been trained to expect. He hops out and gets the door for you, just like he always does. You take his hand as you step down from the truck and hate how you have to let it go.

“You know, uh, if you ever wanted to, I could take you to get your learner’s. I could take you to practice – you know, just learn the basics. If it’d make you feel more comfortable….”

“Yeah, okay.”

You had to learn to drive eventually, right? And you weren’t about to turn down more time alone with Joel.

You listen as he rattles on about all the abandoned parking lots and empty job sites he has in mind for you to practice without the stress of people or cars around. You want to tell him that if you were with him you knew you’d be alright. You settle for a “thank you.”

◦ ty to @jupiter-soups for looking this over ◦ posting this a tad earlier than planned bc I'm going to be offline towards the end of the week and want to make sure this goes up without any issues ◦ ty for all the love thus far on this series!

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70s Tim and Hawk

Jealous Hawk and Tim?

Hawk’s eyes haven’t left Tim’s sight. It’s naive to think an attractive man like his Tim wouldn’t be hit on tonight. It’s still shocking to him how Tim has changed. It’s been 11 years since he’s seen him and he looks like a completely different person.

The first moment he saw Tim in the house, he knew he was fucked. The way his flannel clung to his body, outlining the toned muscles on his arms and torso, he must’ve grown all that muscle during his time in prison. That mustache — Hawk hated mustaches — but Tim, he made them look… sexy. Tim also looked less pale, had a slight tan, which only made Hawk picture himself running his tongue along the skin of his legs, torso, neck, and arms.

“Let’s dance,” Craig says, trying to grab his arm to pull him onto the dance floor. “I wanna dance!”

“I’m staying right here,” Hawk says sternly. He needs to keep an eye out for Tim who’s having a blast dancing against every man out there. “You go.”

Craig rolls his eyes, annoyed at the fact that Hawke couldn’t let his ex-lover go. “He doesn’t want you anymore,” he spitefully adds before turning around to join everyone else on the floor.

If that were the case he wouldn’t be here right now, Hawk smugly thinks to himself. No matter how many times he unintentionally hurt or betrayed Tim, he knew the younger man would always come back for more. That’s the way it always was between them.

Hawk’s smug smirk quickly disappears when he sees Tim locking lips with some jackass. He sees the man’s hands crawling down to Tim’s ass, gripping him tightly. Bastard probably made him moan, he thinks. Only I— He cuts himself off when he watches how Tim pulls the man closer, kissing him more ravishingly, as if there were no fucking tomorrow.

Hawk stands up from the chair, his gaze dark and intense, and walks up to Tim and the man.

“Sorry, he’s with me,” Hawk says, his eyes burning into the man who was touching Tim. “I suggest you find someone else.”

“No—” Tim says. “I’m not with him.” He tries to pull the man back into his arms but Hawk interferes and pulls Tim to him instead.

“Why are you being like this, Skippy?” Hawkins asks in that low, seductive voice that happens to mesmerize Tim at any second.

“Aren’t you with Craig?” Tim says weakly, already feeling himself crumble under Hawk’s touch. No matter how many times he tries to resist, he can’t. “He said… that you told him he’s the best you’ve had.”

Hawk laughs. “I say that to every fuck I’ve had.”

“Even me?” Tim asks, his voice sounding hurt. Hawkins could see it all over his face.

“Of course not, Tim.”

Hawk sees Tim turn his head to meet Craig’s gaze. Tim is staring at him, as if he wants to murder him, and Craig isn’t helping by shooting smirks towards him.

“Don’t pay attention to him.”

“I’m not,” Tim says with a scoff. “I couldn’t care less about him. I know how much you prefer brunettes, anyway.”

Hawk laughs because it’s true. “That’s why I fell in—” He stops himself after he realizes what he was about to say. “Let’s get away from here.”

“I was really enjoying my company before you told him to go away,” Tim retorts. “Maybe I should just go home with him instead.”

Hawk clenches his jaw, immediately recalling that time when Tim confessed he kissed a man, saying how that man wanted him. He remembers how much he wanted to go find the man who kissed Tim and choke him, throw him in a headlock for touching what was his.

“No.”

“No, what?” Tim challenges.

“No, you’re not going home with anyone else but me.”

Tim smiles because he knows he’s gained some control over Hawk. “Why is that?”

Hawk leans into Tim’s ear and whispers, “because you. are. mine.”

Tim closes his eyes and shudders at Hawk’s voice, at his breath blowing against his ear. “I’m yours?”

“Mhm. You’re learning. Again.”

Tim leans his head into the nape of Hawk’s neck. “Need you,” he confesses, sounding like a helpless, needy man without an ounce of dignity in him.

Hawk grins and starts looking around for an empty room, because he can’t wait either. He needs Tim right now. He looks around and sees the janitors closet. He grabs Tim’s hand and rushes them into the closet.

When he closes the door, he turns to Tim, rage rushing over him again. “You really think you can let another man kiss you? Touch you?” Hawk says through his gritted teeth, staring at Tim with anger.

Before Tim can say a damn word, Hawk puts his lips on Tim’s. He moves hastily, needing to feel Tim’s soft lips and tongue against his own. “Fuck,” he mutters needily against Tim’s mouth, remembering how good the younger felt, how sweet he tasted.

“I missed you, Skippy.” Hawk didn’t mean to get vulnerable but he can’t help it. It’s been over a year since he’s touched and spoken to Tim. That’s too long. “Fucking missed you.”

Tim’s smiling, loving every second of Hawk’s worship. “Missed you,” he mumbles, too tipsy and euphoric to say a coherent sentence.

“Turn around, Skippy,” Hawk commands.

Tim obeys. What’s new?

Hawk licks his hands and lubricates the Tim’s entrance and his cock. He leans onto Tim’s back and before thrusting into him, he asks huskily, “Who do you belong to?”

Tim whimpers instantly from the question and the anticipation of being fucked by a man he’s loved forever. “You,” he answers.

Hawk finally thrusts into Tim, relishing the sound of the younger’s moans. How I missed that sound. “Who do you belong to?” Hawk asks again, not satisfied just yet.

“You!” Tim screams as he holds onto the wall, shutting his eyes as he feels Hawk’s cock move against his prostate, reeling him into a pit of pure ecstasy.

“That’s right,” Hawk replies, thrusting faster. He starts spanking him, enjoying how Tim’s ass turned more red with each hit, and how his ass displayed his handprint. There’s no better way to teach Tim who he belongs to. “You belong to me. Hawkins Fuller… Say it! Say it with my name, Tim!”

“I…” Tim moans. “I belong to Hawkins fuller!”

Hawk groans loudly, thrusting harder into Tim, digging his nails into the younger’s skin as he feels his climax coming.

He leans onto Tim’s back and reaches for his cock, hearing the younger moan in pleasure as he starts to jack him off, pumping his cock in his hand.

“Mmm… Fuck! Hawk, please!”

“Please, what?” Hawk asks.

“Make me come, please,” he whimpers.

Hawk starts to pump Tim’s cock faster the same time his climax is coming, making him moan helplessly against Tim’s ear as he releases the built up tension inside of him.

“Turn around,” he orders Tim, as he pulls out of him, quickly getting on his knees. “I’m gonna finish you off.”

Tim raises his brows in surprise. Hawk was never one to really pleasure others, more keen on receiving.

Hawk wastes no time and puts Tim’s cock in his mouth, his tongue and lips sliding against the hardness, tasting him — God, he tastes so good, he thinks, groaning. He moves faster against his cock, grabbing Tim’s ass, squeezing it hard, which causes Tim to yank roughly on his hair, meaning he wants more.

“I’m—!” Tim groans, leaning his head back as his body loses control and comes into Hawk’s mouth, trembling as he fails to keep himself on his two feet. “Fuck!”

And Hawk swallows all of it.

Hawk stands up and puts his arms around Tim to help him find his balance. “You’re incredible, Skippy,” he says with a grin. “There’s no one that does it to me the way you do.”

And Hawk truly means that. Every single feeling is multiplied by the millions when he’s kissing and making love to Tim.

No one compares.

No one.

Not even Craig.

“I…” Tim is flushed. The redness growing on his face is so obvious it makes Hawk chuckle. “Thank you, Hawk.”

“Let’s go home. Go to bed. I’m fucking tired.”

Tim giggles then nods. “Ok.”

[starysky1289]

hii OMGG I LOVED HOW YOU WROTE MY REQUEST 💗💗💗 could i please maybe request sorority vannessa (again) maybe her and the reader get into an argument over something and she fucks the reader dukb?:3

Hehehe yes I love the idea of being railed dumb <3 also note, I’m not in college yet, so idk if they call the end of semester grades anything but they are report cards to me. Also this strayed from the main idea but it’s still kinda the same

Toxic!Sorority!Vanessa X Reader. Grades.

TW: toxic relationship, degrading, DubCon

“ haha, yes! A 100 in my English history class! If I keep this up I could graduate a year early! “

“ whatever, it’s just a superlative, I’m passing my classes just fine. “

You were walking across campus with Vanessa, eyeing down your report card. They were straight 100s, minus a few 87s in your history class. Vanessa’s card was 65s, 70s, and a few 93s. You held her arm tighter, looking up at her.

“ well, I can always help you study, you know I don’t mind, I wanna see you do good. I watched your mock court case, you where completely right about your case, even if it wasn’t ‘ bar appropriate’ “

“ I don’t study. I party, get wasted, and spend time with my pretty girl. Besides, you sound like a nerd when you talk about your grades. “

Vanessa pulled you into her, kissing you gently. You chuckled, rolling your eyes.

“ well your grades show it, don’t be upset when i graduate before you. “

Vanessa scoffed, walking faster towards your dorm house. You pulled against her, you had to get to your next class.

“ Vanessa stop, we don’t have time for pit stops- “

“ well you like to run your mouth, i think i should show you what you really are to me. “

“ No Vanessa, I want to go to my class. I’m not in the mood anyway. “

You let go of Vanessa arm, turning to head towards your class. You made it a bit before being yanked back, feeling Vanessa fingers shoved down your throat. You knew it was hers, you could feel her acrylics scratching your throat. Your eyes rolled back slightly, and you felt Vanessa gentle kisses against your face.

“ see how you just stop for me? You go stupid with me. Cmon. To your dorm, we have a hour before your roomates back. “

She pulled her fingers back, they dripped with your saliva. You reluctantly followed her back to your dorm. Most professors had been letting you off for the lates or missing because of Vanessa, only because you’d always get any work you missed done.

She walked you into your dorm, and sat you down on your bed. You tried to push her away, tried to fight back against her advances but you couldn’t.

“ see how pretty and stupid you are? You can’t even get me off you…you love me too much y/n…. “

“ I-i don’t love you…y-your gonna make me fail my classes- “

“ here we go again. Did you just see your grades? Yourll be fine, infact, why don’t we study~ “

She finally got behind you, sitting behind you and pulling you onto her lap. She dug through your back pack and pulled out a textbook, flipping it open to a random page.

“ Here. Read this page, and if you finish in time we’ll run to your class. “

You grumbled, narrowing your eyes on the paper. Vanessa’s hands trailed up and down your body, as you began to read.

“ as seen in works such as ‘ the hunger games-?! “

You where immediately interrupted by the thrust of Vanessa fingers into you cunt, you could feel her warm breath heavy against your neck as she nuzzled into you.

“ keep going…any time you mess up or moan you restart the paragraph…”

“ f-fuck…w-written by s-Suzan c-Collin…a-a curr-erupted government c-can symbolize- oh nessy p-please…”

“ restart. “

You whine as she slams her fingers deeper into you, how she curled them up against the roof to f your dripping pussy just to mess you up.

“ a-as seen in w-works…s-such as t-the…Vanessa please~! “

“ your not getting anywhere like this. What, that desperately horny you can even read? For shame L/N. “

Vanessa slowly pulled out, putting the book to the side. You thrusted into her hips, whimpering softly for her again. You never got like this, how did she do this to you, how did she melt you so much you were desperate for her, like you hadn’t been touched in years.

Vanessa slowly laid you down on the bed, kissing every part of your revealed skin, slowly stripping you of your pants.

“ isn’t this better than another annoying class? Keep your legs spread, I’ll take care of you..”

Her words were soft, as she bent down to your core, gently being to drag her tongue against your folds, moans leaving your lips as soon as she did.

She’d keep you spread open with her hands as she would work her mouth over every part of your sensitive cunt, eating you out like you where her last meal. Your mind was melting from every movement, your mouth could only muster up incoherent words.

“ f-feels so good…so so good…n-need you..need your help a-always…”

“ awww…you get cuter every time I eat you out. Are you gonna cum already Y/N? Is my baby girl gonna cum from her mommy’s mouth? “

You moaned out again, pushing her head closer between your legs as you vigorously nodded.

“ Y-yesm!! G-gonna…gotta cum m-mommy…pwease p-please please let’s…”

“ that’s it baby…you cum all over mommy’s mouth…and afterwards I’ll make you taste yourself on my lips~ “

Her tongue only sped up, and so did your moans, feeling yourself get closer by the minute. First it was your legs shaking, then how you gripped the bedsheets, until you finally reached your climax, a loud ruined cry coming from you as your went limp in your sheets.

Vanessa rode out your high, before pulling back, chuckling to herself.

“ worthless, arnt you? You’re not all brains up there huh? Most of that brains just filled with thoughts on how I fuck you…what would your teachers say if they knew you weren’t all that smart huh? You can’t even complete a sentence with me on you like that…”

You couldn’t answer her, your mind felt like it was a mushy puddle, and your legs would twitch every few moments. Vanessa bent down and kissed you gently, letting her tongue slide into your mouth as you tasted her saliva mixed with your cum. You hated to admit how sweet you tasted, but you did, you were almost jealous that Vanessa could taste you and you couldn’t. You both pulled away from the kiss, Vanessa wipped her lips and turned away.

“ now. I have- “

“ stay p-please…d-don’t wanna be alone…”

She looked at you from the corners of her eyes, you must of looked pathetic, your legs a sticky mess and how you couldn’t move your own legs. She hesitated, looking down at her phone before groaning.

“ fine. But I’m not cuddling. I’ll just gonna sit here and scroll on my phone. “

She sat abover your head, and kicked her shoes off, beginning to scroll through her phone. You nuzzled your head against her thigh, she surprisingly didn’t move it away. You smiled softly, closing your eyes.

“ m..love you ness…”

“ yeah. You too. “

[jazz-kitty]

Fern sat at the edge of the nightclub’s roof- the beat of the music faintly echoing through the buzz of the city at night. PROTAGONIST had come back from the corners of the universe holding a gangly 13 year old gir by the scruff of her pajamas, marking the end of the end of the world. It was the cause for a rightfully huge celebration, and for hours everyone downstairs would talk, and dance, and drink until even Elias couldn’t tell left from right.

Fern, much like Florinia, had quickly gotten overwhelmed by all the voices and flashing lights. Fern, unlike Florinia, had no friends that would make it worth it to stay downstairs despite it.

However, his lonely night was soon to be interrupted, as a boy donning vibrant purple hair and enough fishnets to last a lifetime had peeked his head through the door.

“Heyyyyyy. Come here often?” Cain smiled, tilting his head to the side.

“No way you come up here, like, five minutes after I do coincidentally.” Fern decided to ignore the question. “The hell do you want, Cain.”

“Nothing, nothing. I pinky promise.” He hummed, taking confident steps forward towards Fern. He had two red solo cups in his hands, which made his attempts at brushing aside a loose strand a hair a struggle.

“I just figured you’d at least want a drink if you’ll be brooding up here now.”

Cain crouched down, placing one of the cups besides Fern.

“You like sprite, right?”

“...Pepsi. Thanks anyways, I think.”

He picked up the cup of sprite, swishing it around and staring at the fizz that would form.

“Not even a kiss on the cheek for my wondrous deed?” Cain wiped a non-existant tear from his eye. “This generation’s gotten so cold.~”

“Don’t push your luck.”

“Hehe. Okay, just for you.”

He gave a final wink, before standing back up to make his exit.

However, Fern still had thoughts lingering in his head, and being as loud as he was it was nearly impossible to keep them tohimself. PROTAGONIST’s success had marked the end of an era. But every end was followed by a beginning.

Just… What had begun?

“Cain, hold on.”

“Oh? Is someone calling for me?” He twirled, facing Fern yet again.

10 seconds of silence followed, broken only by the jingling of Cain’s bracelets.

“This is stupid, but…”

Fern sighed. This was stupid. Really stupid. And yet, he continued. Maybe being stupid was a trend for him.

“Cain, what- what are you gonna do now?”

Cain slotted himself on the building’s edge beside him, letting his feet kick back and forth.

“Finally asking me out?”

“Absolutely not. You know what I meant.”

“Hehe.” Cain stuck out his tongue, but switched to a more pensive expression soon after. “But, do I? I mean- I wanna go to the mall tomorrow, if that’s what you mean. That one pretzel place finally reopened after the Moltres fiasco.”

“Not. Really.” Fern pushed a hand to his forehead, grumbling no words in particular.

“It’s, like- ugh. That was-” He gestured out to the stars, city, and regions before them. “-the past few years of our lives.  What am I supposed to do with myself now? It’s-” Fern tilted his head to the side, realizing that he was telling this to some emo gayboy on the street.

“-It’s… stupid. It’s really stupid, and I’ll kill you with rocks if you even think about this conversation around somebody else. But.” He sighed.

“What's supposed to come next? It feels like. I already lived an entire life worth of events- lord. Way fucking more than that. But we aren’t gonna die for, like, a good 70 years.”

“Cain, what’s next?”

The two boys, scrawny and battered by enemies and friends alike, stared into each other’s eyes.

“Well, I-”

“I’m serious. You’ll go down to having, like, a week left of your life if someone else hears about this.”

“Harshhhh.~” Cain gave a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. Nonetheless, he continued.

“But, I don’t think I’ll change my answer.”

Fern was right. This was stupid.

“It’s nice to just… enjoy the peace now. Buy really good pretzels at the mall. The past few years, um. Were bad. So bad, I might even put them below my last ex.” Fern seriously doubted whether Cain had ever dated a single person.

“But with PROTAGONIST keeping Lin- never would have guessed she was that short, by the way- in check, we just have… time. To go be stupid and gay and have fun without life ending consequences.”

Cain smiled at him, but he failed to smile back.

“I’m being serious! Everybody needs their beauty rest. Even you. It’s been exhausting looking this good through all the horrors. So, I think ‘what's next?’ is a long deserved break.”

“I… guess. But what about what’s after even that?”  

Fern took a long sip of his not-really-that-good soda, trying to grapple with the idea of there not being some immediate concern or problem to attend and occupy his thoughts. What even entailed a ‘break?’ Before, it involved playing Petz Catz 2 on his DS until his head hurt tucked beneath the covers. But enough time had passed for Fern to have no interest in it anymore. Was he even recognizable to the Fern who still lived in Florinia’s apartment?-

“What about it?” Cain whacked Fern upside the head to knock him out of his somber train of thought. Like clockwork, he hit him back.

“We can worry about ‘it’ when we get there. Enjoy the ride while it lasts. Actually, here’s an Idiom you’ll love me for: Stop and smell the roses! Aren’t I a smart cookie for coming up with that!” He was so proud of relating plants to the kind of grass type guy, it was infectious.

“That fucking sucked.” He smiled anyways.

“But. I guess so, huh?” Fern leaned back, staring up at the night sky. “I feel stupid for asking that now. Go forget I ever said anything.”

Cain thought for a few moments.

“Its okay! Because I’m so kind, here's another stupid question to balance it out!: You wanna go get pretzels with me tomorrow?”

Fern didn’t know where this new chapter of life would take him.

But, if even for a moment, he trusted it to take him someplace pretty alright.

“...Sure.”

[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

Hello! It's Winter! PG 13!

Red High Heels

He couldn’t help but stare as she effortlessly floated across the large room, shaking hands with numerous guests and giving each person her undivided attention. It was one of the many things his wife did so well - interacting with strangers like they were her best friends. 

He loved how she brought her hands to her mouth when she laughed and how she blushed when someone complimented her. But right now, his eyes were focused on something else. Something new and different. He didn’t recognize the pair of shoes she had on, seeing them for the first time tonight. “They must be new,” he whispered to himself. He had memorized every item in her wardrobe but these red stilettos had stumped him. 

When she was no longer entertaining their guests, Emmanuel pulled his wife into a darkened corner. “I’ve never seen your shoes before.” 

Brigitte giggled, “I can’t get anything past you, can I?” 

“I want you tonight, wearing nothing except these sexy stilettos. I need your long legs wrapped around my waist, with those heels digging into my back, while I'm inside you.” Emmanuel commanded as he watched goosebumps form on her bare skin, knowing the effect his words had on her. 

“Can we leave now?” She asked, fidgeting with her wedding ring. “Our bed is upstairs, waiting for us.”  

When they made their way back to the bedroom, they quickly undressed each other, not wanting to waste a moment of their night. When the two of them were naked, Emmanuel stared at her, memorizing the image of his beautiful wife. 

“I want to remember this night forever,” he whispered. “You, naked, wearing just those red high heels. You’re absolutely perfect.”  

She shivered at his compliment and grabbed his hand, “Where do you want me?”. Without waiting for further instructions, she slowly backed up against the wall, assuming this is where he wanted her to stand.  

Instead, Emmanuel took a seat on the bed and gently pulled her onto his lap. He brushed a loose strand of blonde hair away from her face as he spoke. “When I watched you at the party, all I wanted to do was fuck you - hard - against our bedroom wall. But now that I have you here, I need to cherish every inch of your body slowly and passionately. I don’t want it fast, Brigitte. I’m going to take my time tonight. I want to make love to you.” 

“Is it because of my age?” She asked, suddenly feeling insecure about recently turning 70 years old. 

He threw his head back, stunned. “What? Absolutely not! I want to take my time and explore your entire body like it's our first time. It has nothing to do with your age, chérie. Please get that ugly thought out of your head.” 

Brigitte smiled at his words, “I just wanted to make sure.” 

“I have the rest of my life to fuck you in every position imaginable but not tonight,” Emmanuel replied with a kiss on her neck. “Now, lie down and let me spoil you…. But keep the red high heels on.” 

Helloooo Winter! ❤️

Ladies and ladies, we got ourselves a brand new fantasy! And oh if it’s hot!!! 🥵

Emmanuel noticing Brigitte’s new red high heels and getting his mind wild instead of paying attention to the guests... the man has his priorities right 😏

Brigitte almost disappointed that he was making love to her instead of just going hard and wild hahahahaha our little selvage 🤭

But damn, I would melt if he said those words to me 🫠 he could do whatever with me and I would gladly leave my high heels on too 😂

Oh I enjoyed this piece so damn much!!! Now, I will never look at Brigitte’s high heels the same way 🤭 🔥

Thank you so much, Winter! ❤️❤️❤️

[gayforthesun]

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i hate you. but fine:

1. Jupiter 4

2. Jupiter 4 (marika hackman ver)

3. Calm Me Down (2020 top song)

4. Can't Run Forever (hembree)

5. The Woods (cosmo sheldrake/erin robinsong)

6. It Tore Your Heart Out (dirt poor robins)

7. Free

8. Cranium (slothrust)

9. Burn Butcher, Burn (this is so embarrasing)

10. FUNGUS (narcissist cookbook)

11. Baby Don’t Dance (im getting tired of using capital letters)

12. time’s been reckless (marika hackman)

13. B. I. T. M. siames

14. conquest of spaces 🥺

15. no one to nothing

16. murky waters (autoheart)

17. Hell and You (amigo the devil)

18. 81 (marika hackman)

19. crane your neck (lady lamb). this song is five minutes long and still. 19th

20. Two

21. Marrow (thao)

22. Functional poetry (2021 top song, narcissist cookbook)

23. i’ve got a bulletproof heart, you’ve got a hollow point smile, me and your runaway scara got a photograph dream on the getaway mile, LETS BLOW A HOLE IN THIS TOWN!

24. like real people do

25. the garden (happy fits)

26. send my love (marika)

27. temple (thao)

28. skeleton key (margot and the nuclear so and sos)

29. the bargain store (<3)

30. bath is black (marika)

31. slash/burn

32. The Heart Is A Muscle (Gang of Youths)

33. pure love

34. twin human highway flares

35. eastbound train (marika)

36. in the room where you sleep (dead man’s bones, which i found out recently is 50% ryan fucking gosling. i hate it here)

37. karma - acoustic

38. knife fight (nitw soundtrack)

39. The Universe is Laughing (the guggenheim grotto)

40. Apple (The Narcissist Cookbook)

41. To Die Today (caroline rose)

42. The Great Unknown (Ezra Furman) ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

43. Cardiac Arrest (bad suns) (brainrot song of all time)

44. Seven

45. Oxford blood (autoheart. how did THIS song get up here)

46. You’ve got time

47. TALES OF DOMINICA

48. the stand (mother mother i feel the need to specify on this one given my past with the jojos)

49. LOVE BIIIIITES BUT SO DO I! SO DO IIIIIIII! (halestorm)

50. the Pattern (narcissist cookbook)

51. Joseph (autoheart)

52. Breathe (its funny that the only recent mm i have on here is the creepy and wet. the rest simply sucked)

53. Harbor Me

54. Weary Traveller (stick and poke) 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

55. Cinnamon (marika)

56. Oleander

57. Human Heart (thao)

58. Love Me More

59. Movement <3

60. hang on to yourself (WE’VE GOT LOVE’S ELECTRIC MAGIC) palaye royale… self proclaimed glam rock genre…

61. The Absolute Best Feeling (joshua bond)

62. Go Dumb (happy fits)

63. Resitance (muse)

64. I split my ribs open (left at london, open mike eagle)

65. Rule #21 - Memento Mori (fish in a birdcage)

66. Godhunter (aviators)

67. Well Dressed (hop along)

68. providence (poor man’s poison)

69. HAHAHAHA YOURE GONNA GO FAR, KID LMAO

70. Wolf (first aid kit)

71. I feel so weird (cheekface)

72. Death with Dignity (sufjan stevens)

73. Till it kills me (montaigne)

74. it’s alright

75. Furthest Star (Dirt Poor Robins) 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

76. Work Song (#2 last year)

77. Bolt (trocadero)

78. bloom (the paper kites)

79. Unperson (nothing but thieves)

80. skin and bones (CtE)

81. Sleepwalk (forrest day)

82. Marauders (thao)

83. I’ll Borrow Time (marika)

84. Grow Back (happy fits) (love you sappho charmer)

85. Into The Woods (autoheart)

86. Suck The Blood From My Wound (Ezra Furman) ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️👍🏼❤️❤️👍🏼

87. Stronger Than Dead

88. Deep Green (marika)

89. When They Show Their Teeth (Doll Skin)

90. Nuclear (shamir)

91. Drop For Every Hour (amigo the devil)

92. 99 (elliot moss) (man i wish this had gotten 99th place)

93. Pain (3 days grace LOL)

94. Getaway

95. MONTERO

96. Muck and Mire (brown bird)

97. For Your Love (montaigne)

98. Cherry Wine - Live

99. Heart of a Dancer (happy fits)

100. Ghost Stories. I was here first. I had this before the spn tumblrinas. i’ll die on this hill

101. My Hallelujah (autoheart)

i am goinf to chew on you like a dogbone for making me do this btw

[supercoolhotgirl]

rice purity - lip gallagher

3.2k words

lip gallagher x reader, friends to lovers, hickeys, talk of sex, weed, shotgunning

PART TWO is out!!!

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it started out as a joke. as most things with lip normally did. we had been marking off our rice purity tests, each of us in turn, and showing the other everything we’d done or hadn’t done, issuing gasps and mock cries of disbelief from both of us.

we were sitting on the faithful old couch in my bedroom, lip holding up his phone and checking off numbers left and right with me leaning over and watching in awe. lip was just about in the middle of the quiz, number 37: gave oral sex. i watched, mesmerized as he tapped the little box to the left of the question, indicating that he had, in fact, gone down on a girl.

i faked a gasp and he looked at me, a smug smile on his face. i mostly faked the gasp to look like i really didn’t care, but in reality, i was trying to push away the image of a sweaty lip, looking up at me from between my legs.

“so gentlemanly, phillip,” i teased.

he nudged me in the arm. “what can i say? im a sucker for giving,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

i feigned gagging before responding. “so you’re saying you’ve actually succeeded at making a girl cum? because i’m quite doubtful.” i deadpanned.

“hey,” he said, matching my serious expression and leaning forward further. “if you don’t believe me, i can always try it on you. then you can judge for yourself.”

i stared at him for a moment, attempting to register what he’d said, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. trying to make a quick recovery from my shock, i pushed his face away from mine playfully. “in your dreams, gallagher.”

he muttered something that sounded awfully like, “in your dreams, too.”

“what’s that?” i cupped my ear towards him.

“oh absolutely nothing. let’s finish this bullshit so i can see yours,” lip retorted.

and so it went, lip checking off almost every box, except for some regarding breaking the law. when he reached number 70, had sexual intercourse 10 or more times, i shifted uncomfortably, leaning my head against his shoulder.

we both knew that i was a virgin, while he was a self proclaimed “sex genius.” i wasn’t too sure about that, but it in no way helped my wandering daydreams of him when i touched myself.

i’d been friends with lip for years, and he’d never exactly been innocent. those past few years especially, though, he’d grown a bit more into the fuckboy lifestyle, and had been rumored to just fuck girls and leave before they even woke up the next morning.

this was one of the reasons i’d never made a move on him before, even though he was glaringly gorgeous and crazy smart. i was scared i’d lose him.

another reason was all of his experience and my lack thereof. i had no confidence that he’d even want to do anything with me; i was almost sure that he’d reject the idea of fucking a virgin, hypothesizing that i’d become irrevocably attached to him and never want to leave his side.

of course, i’d never talked to HIM about any of this, so it was all really speculation from my point of view.

however, not two minutes after i’d had these thoughts, i watched him check off number 84, had sex with a virgin, that blush crawling right back up my neck.

the rest of the list went smoothly, lip checking off almost every sexual experience the quiz had to offer before we both grimaced at the two unchecked boxes at the end of the test: numbers 99 and 100, committed an act of incest and engaged in beastiality.

“you know what, come to think of it, i almost fucked my cousin once,” lip said thoughtfully, turning to look at me. “third cousin. not even related by blood!” he added defensively, staring at my shocked face.

“lip. how the hell did you almost fuck your cousin?” i questioned skeptically, laughing at his expression.

“long story short: there was a wedding, there was champagne, and there was an empty hotel suite.” he said, sighing, as i laughed.

“interesting,” i told him. “let’s get your final score, shall we?”

he nodded in approval, and clicked the calculate my score box. a large red 38 appeared on the screen. i goggled at the number while lip laughed at my incredulous expression.

“did you think it would be higher?” he asked, smiling at me.

“i mean— i didn’t really know what to expect,” i defended, still shocked by the number.

“aw. after all the time you’ve known me, you still thought i was innocent just like you.” he said, tapping me on the nose for good measure.

i shoved his hand away. “i know for a fact that you aren’t innocent, especially by whatever standards you’re using.” i pulled out my own phone, but lip stole it from me as soon as i’d typed in the password.

i let him find the rice purity website, watching his hands work, knowing

those hands would visit my imagination later.

i was cleared of my daydreaming when he handed me the phone, this time laying his own head on my shoulder, a warm, tumbly feeling tossing over in my throat. i cleared it and began reading the questions.

i got through the first four questions without checking off a box, my face stinging as i checked the next two boxes that referred to kissing someone. lip gasped beside me and rose off my shoulder.

“you never told me you had your first kiss?” he said, a glint of hurt in his eye.

“i— i didn’t think it was that big of a deal,” i lied.

“it definitely is. for you at least,” he smiled as i shoved him again. “tell me what happened.” he implored, looking at me like a puppy.

i sighed. “lip, honestly, it was no big deal. remember last summer i went to camp for two weeks?” he nodded his confirmation.

“worst two weeks of my life,” he said quietly.

“well. i met this guy, you know jack thomas?” again, lip nodded, his face telling me to go on. “well there was a lot of flirting, honestly most of it was flirting, but at the end of camp, on the last night, he took me to the lake and i expected this big, wonderful kiss, but it was so lame. he said, ‘you’re so awesome,’ and then i guess he kissed me. but it was less of a kiss and more of him licking my lips, pretending he knew what he was doing.” i paused, looking at lip’s face. he hadn’t looked away from me once. “and then we left camp and he never texted. the end.” i finished lamely. lip was registering the story, something like relief settling into his features.

“i always knew jack thomas was a dick,” lip said unceremoniously, looking off into space as if he were imagining jack’s face in front of him.

“well that’s the story, sorry it’s absolutely boring. especially compared to what you’ve done,” i added, testing the boundaries.

“you’re right. i’ve done much worse,” he grinned at me. “but i’ve never been kissed by a boy, so you’ve got me there.” he teased.

“more like licked by a boy,” i rolled my eyes at him.

“well in that case i’ve definitely got you beat. growing up with carl? no question.”

“alright gallagher, get ahold of yourself,” i laughed at him. i kept moving down the list, trying to make light of the fact that i had done nearly nothing on there. once i had passed number 11, given or received a hickey, lip stopped me by grabbing my phone from my hand.

“dude,” he started seriously. “not even a hickey?”

i shook my head, a weak smile set on my face.

he looked as though he was lost in thought for a moment. “what if i help you lower your score?” he asked, searching my eyes.

i widened my stare, my heart hammering. “meaning…?” i implored.

“meaning, let’s do some things on here that you’ve never done. so you can check them off.” lip explained, gesticulating like it was obvious.

i thought for a moment, the glaringly obvious set in my head: he had initially just offered to do anything to me, if i wanted to. “sure,” i said, trying to seem casual.

“is it a ‘sure’ or is it a ‘yes’? because i’m not doing it if it’s not completely what you want,” he told me.

“yes, lip, it’s a yes.”

he smiled a devilish smile. “okay first things first, a hickey. it’s easy,” he assured me. “can i give one to you or do you want to do it to me?” he asked.

“definitely do it to me. i’m sure you’re way more skilled at hickeys than i am.” i responded.

“if you wanna stop at any point, just let me know and i’ll back the fuck off.” he reminded me. i nodded in response.

he moved my hair from my neck, my heartbeat quickening as he placed his hand around the back of it. “hey,” he said, his mouth awfully close to my ear. “i haven’t even done it yet. your heart’s beating like a fucking jackrabbit.”

“god this is fucking embarrassing. just fucking do it!” i laughed nervously, awaiting his mouth on my neck.

he moved in even closer, and i could smell his scent: fresh wood and that everlasting cigarette smell that i could never get out of my room once he left. all of a sudden his lips were on my neck, a little below my ear, sucking and nipping with his teeth. i was absolutely sure he could hear my heartbeat, it was pounding so loud.

i wasn’t sure what to do with my hands, so i moved one of them on top of his hand that was gripping the back of my neck, and massaged his fingers. i felt his breath hitch against my skin when i did this, and he pulled away just enough to whisper in my ear, “didn’t know my innocent girl knew what she wanted.”

i exhaled slowly. my innocent girl.

his lips kept on sucking a mark into my skin, and my other hand leapt to his hair, massaging it and feeling its softness. i leaned into him as he pulled away to admire his work. i let out a little “fuck,” as he met my eyes again, his lips glistening and a devious smile playing on his face.

“well princess. you can check that off the list,” he said, casually picking my phone back up to, i presumed, check it off the list. i cleared my throat and turned away, remembering that this was just a game to him. that was okay with me, i just had to remember it.

“don’t call me that,” i turned back, and realized that the list was on my phone, and he’d picked up his. “what the hell are you doing, lip?” i questioned, covering my face bashfully as he held up his own phone to take my picture.

“well, you have to see it, otherwise it definitely doesn’t count.” he pointed out.

i sighed and removed my hands from my face, turning my neck outwards towards his camera and striking a pose. he grinned and flashed the photo, then showed it to me. i blushed. below my ear there was a red mark, and i felt a twinge of nerves pass through my heart.

“beautiful work, gallagher, really wonderful,” i said, mimicking a gallery snob. “how much do you want for it? one million? two million?”

“oh no, this is priceless, this is,” he said, matching my tone and motioning towards the hickey in question.

i laughed at him as i grabbed my phone again and found my place in the quiz. “would you like to do the honors?” i said, showing the phone to lip, who had once again leaned his head onto my shoulder. he pressed the little box next to number 11, given or received a hickey, and smiled up at me.

“what’s next, princess?”

“god damn it, i told you not to call me that.” i reminded him, not fully hating it.

“ah, princess, i just don’t care.”

i went through the next five questions with no boxes to be checked, until i hit number 17, masturbated. i smirked, checking off that box with confidence, while i felt lip smile into my shoulder.

“at least the princess can take care of herself,” he mumbled.

“oh i absolutely can. you’d be surprised the miracles these fingers can work,” i said, wiggling two of my fingers at him in jest. i watched as he blushed. he actually blushed.

“did you just blush?” i asked.

“well you can’t give me an extremely graphic scene and except me not to imagine it,” he retorted, the pink in his cheeks subsiding as he got his gusto back.

“so you’re saying you just imagined me fingering myself. real classy, lip.” i teased, secretly loving the idea of it.

he opened his mouth as if in protest, but i put a finger to his lips. “shhhhh my dear lip. i’ve heard what i needed to hear.”

i kept scrolling, occasionally marking a box about masturbating. lip stayed silent, apparently in awe at how much i’ve done by myself.

“hey, i can help with that one,” he said, pointing at number 25, been undressed by member of preferred sex.

“why, yes you can. good thing you can read.”

he rolled his eyes. “tell me you’re wearing a bra under that shirt,” he begged.

“you really don’t want to see me shirtless?” i teased, this time tapping him on the nose.

“i don’t think you want me to see you shirtless,” lip replied, his eyes wide. “but maybe i’m wrong about you, princess.”

trying to disregard what that meant, i responded quick. “all you have to do is take my top off. quick and easy, and technically that’s undressing me.”

“whatever you say,” he said, sitting up and watching me with those perfect eyes. i watched as he softly tugged on the hem of my tank top, easily pulling it up and over my head. i let my hair fall back into place, and once i’d looked back up, lip was staring at me with an expression of utmost hunger.

he immediately looked away, apparently embarrassed to have been caught staring. “oh come on, lip. you’ve seen my body before.”

“i know, just,” he paused, considering his words carefully. “not like this.”

i blushed, rubbing my eyes to make it look like i’d made my face pink on purpose. i picked up my phone once again, finding my place. before lip could even say anything about number 30, i said, “i’m not giving you blue balls, so don’t even think about it.”

he looked scandalized. “i wasn’t even going to suggest that, princess. what little faith you have in me.”

i rolled my eyes, and handed him the phone. i moved down the couch and lay my head on his lap. “read them to me. i’ll tell you if i’ve done them.”

“had an orgasm due to someone else’s manipulation?” he asked.

“nope.”

“sent a sexually explicit text or instant message.”

“yes, actually.”

“dirty girl!” lip laughed. “who was the lucky recipient?”

“ugh, does it matter? obviously nothing came of it.”

“alright, alright. but what did you say?” he asked curiously.

i covered my eyes with my hand. “let’s just say it had something to do with a dream. and leave it at that.” i said, embarrassed.

“that gives me absolutely no information.” lip complained.

“that’s what you’re getting! check it off and move on.”

we had smooth sailing for a while, me giggling every time lip asked about anything sexual, us both knowing full well that i hadn’t done anything.

“used marijuana?” lip read.

“no,” i sighed for the hundredth time. instead of continuing, lip stopped.

he lowered the phone and gazed at me on his lap. “this i can help with.” he said confidently. “sit up a second?” he asked.

i did, gazing at him as he fumbled in his jeans pocket for something, finally pulling out an obviously self-rolled joint. “you’re gonna waste your weed on me?” i asked, and i meant it.

“not wasting anything,” he assured me, fishing around his other pocket for a lighter, which he soon retrieved. “i’ll show you.”

i watched him light the joint, watched the focus in his eyes, his fingers looking ever enticing doing something so nimble. he looked back up at me. “suck it in, but don’t inhale it. once it’s in your mouth, take a breath and let it go down.”

he demonstrated, putting the joint to his lips and slowly sucking in, letting it fill his mouth. he daintily took the joint out and took a deep, slow breath through his nose, easily inhaling the smoke. i watched him turn his head and blow it out the open window, ensuring no smoke waft in my room.

i was surely blushing, watching him do something he was so good at, but he payed no mind. “your turn,” he said, passing me the joint.

he nodded encouragingly, and repeated his instructions. “suck it in, just like that,” he said as i let the smoke fill my mouth. it was slightly sweet and incredibly strong. i couldn’t help it, i inhaled a tiny bit and started coughing up a storm. once i’d coughed up the rest of the smoke, i saw lip wasn’t making fun of me, but laughing and smiling. “first time’s always the hardest,” he assured me.

“i wanna try again,” i said boldly, putting the joint back up to my mouth.

“of course you’re trying again. i’m not leaving until you’ve successfully inhaled.”

i tried once more, sucking in the smoke slowly, letting the taste linger a little before taking a slow, deep breath, just as lip had, and feeling the fresh air mixed with the weed flood down my throat. i leaned over him and shakily exhaled out of the window, then turned back as he watched my proudly.

“and that’s how it’s done, ladies and gentlemen!” lip exclaimed, taking the joint back from me.

i made a mock bow and watched him gracefully take another hit. maybe it was the weed, or maybe i was just sick of waiting and watching him be perfect, but i said, “you know what i always wanted to try?”

“hm?” he inquired, flicking the joint so the ashes fell outside my window.

“shotgunning.” i held my breath, waiting for his response.

“then i absolutely must indulge,” lip confirmed, smiling wide. “come here,” he motioned for me to move closer to him. i did, my legs hanging across his lap as our faces drew ever nearer.

“you ready?” he asked. i nodded, eager beyond eager.

he slowly took a hit, inhaled, and moved closer to my face. his lips were less than a centimeter from mine, and i opened my mouth in anticipation. his unoccupied hand found the side of my head, and gripping my cheek, he opened his mouth and exhaled into my own, his eyes closed as if in pleasure.

i sucked in the smoke, pulling back from him, only to inhale and exhale right onto his face, watching his nose scrunch to prevent the smoke from traveling up his nostrils.

he opened his eyes, and finally said the words i’d been waiting to hear for years.

“can i kiss you?”

PART TWO click here

[i-luvsang]

ATEEZ — sending you pictures of himself to see your reaction

gn!reader , crack & fluff , cw: swearing, i totally got carried away for yeosang and mingi's i'd say sorry but i'm not lol , once again, credit to @omoon1117 for giving me this idea

hongjoong — brUh i feel like he doesn’t actually think of doing it himself, yknow he’s cool with your reactions over text! believes ‘em, thinks they’re cute, those even boost his confidence, yknow? bUT one day, wooyoung just is like yo dude send your s/o some pictures of yourself and see what they do. and he’s like ?? they’re right there? i can just show them if i want? and woo’s like nAH bro just do it. so he does and you?? freak out a little? like it’s not that big of a deal, he sends you pics all the time? but it’s hongjoong so he loves it and now he’s obsessed with sending you pics while he can see you liiiiterally all the time?? cocky bastard (THAT'S A JOKE DONT COME AT ME I LOVE HIM WITH ALL MY BEING) from then on he also starts timing it depending on what you're doing and well more than once he's made you choke on your water

seonghwa — wanted to fluster you, so he sends you a hot picture and watches as you nearly chOKE BECAUSE DAYAM SIR– ?? you look up at him like, dude what the fuck?? that was so uncalled for? so shameless what the hell. but then also?? he does that? and turns around and is all soft and smiley other times? like he feels so loved when you react to his photos so genuinely, and again, he knows that looks are not the most important thing, but it really makes him feel good about himself and he has this sort of pride knowing that you love the way he looks in these photos and iDK it’s just really cute when he blushes don’t touch me i love him. anyways he does it but not as much as some of the others??

yunho — he does it purely out of curiosity. like he doesn’t really doubt or wonder if your reaction over text is genuine, he just wants to know what your real life reaction is bro. just sends you attractive or cute photos of himself every time you’re in the same room and he's somehow both so subtle and so obvious about watching your reaction, idk man. like he's staring right at you and smirking as you die, but is weirdly nonchalant about it. but he totally admits to himself how much he likes seeing you react so much to his photos. he teases you about it, but not too much, he more so keeps calling you cute for it, because as i always say, he thinks you are very, very cute for pretty much everything you do

yeosang — i don’t think he really thinks of it at all, but he sends you some photos because you asked for them. you’re in the other room and suddenly he hears a loud screech and then a long string of muffled screams??? like the hell is up, are you good? you’re like, am i okay??? no?? what the fuck yeosang why wouldn’t you warn me?? he’s like what do you mean?? and he’s greeted with you shoving your phone in his face, your screen displaying the pictures he just sent. cue a malfunction in his brain where he can’t exist properly? oh, uH. that’s why you were screaming? his face is red. doesn’t know where to look, scratches the back of his neck. um. o-okay, i-i’m sorry?? you: w-well no it’s fine, i-i just, you just look really good, i-i guess. because now you’re flustered too and you’re both just like AAA WHAT THIS IS EMBARRASSING. he deadass just walks out and giggles and blushes about it to himself for the next 70 years. he will very occasionally send pics afterwards while he’s with you just cuz it was a tiny little bit cute and then he blushes every time :,)

san — he just wants to know if your reactions over text are genuine :,) you’re always like “JHSFKDJ SO CUTE” or “YOU LOOK SO GOOD/HOT/whatever it is” and he wants to know if you’re just saying it because or if you really react that way, i’m currently crying. but yeah so he asks seonghwa to check how you react to him sending pics while he’s not there because he knows hwa won’t tease him (too much) for wanting to know. and he just smiles so hard when seonghwa tells him your reactions are genuine and that “dude they’re really, really whipped.” tries again later while in the room with you to check, and almost combusts when you nearly scream over the cute selfies.

mingi — he does secretly wonder if your reactions over text are genuine :,) but, it genuinely does not cross his mind to check. not until yunho mentions offhand you having an actual meltdown over his recent instagram post, and he’s like, wait they really react like that? so he tries checking for himself. not subtle at all, sends you two pictures hongjoong took of him earlier that day when he’s sitting right across from you. then you like squeal and just look up at him and say “oh my god, mingi, you look SO good in these photos.” IM SOBBING JUST THINK ABOUT HOW HAPPY HE GETS. he tries and fails miserably to hide his giant smile and he just feels so content and happy and even though he knows looks are not the most important thing in your relationship, it just really boosts his confidence. from then on sends you just soooo many pictures and honestly he never stops thinking about that moment and how happy you make him can you tell i love him like a lot a lot a lot i would do anything, and i mean anything, for song mingi.

wooyoung — mans just loves seeing you react to the pics of himself he sends you; it’s cute, it’s funny, it boosts his ego, and secretly it makes him feel really soft and good about himself. pretends to be lowkey about it?? but he’s standing right outside of the room you’re in and walks in three seconds after he sends you fifteen selfies?? still catches you in the act of freaking out over him tho sorry. seriously just does it every chance he gets. legitimately pays yeosang to vIDEOTAPE YOUR REACTION WHEN HE’S NOT THERE STOP. teases you about it, but again, secretly loves that little reminder that you’re whipped for him. will also do it when he’s in the same room as you and tries to see to what extent you can’t control your reaction😭

jongho — k same deal as san. he wants to know if you freaking out over text translates to your real reaction. so this cute ass boy sends you something while he’s literally peaking through the door without you knowing😭 and oh boy when he sees you freaking out over just how FUCKING ADORABLE HE IS well… jongho.exe has stopped working. he’ll be back in 5 to 7 business days. nAH this man freezes. his face turns beet red. trying his best to go unnoticed, he closes the door and walks to his room, his hand over his mouth. opens his door. closes it. forgets to breathe. sits on his bed and takes 10 minutes at a minimum to recover. then you walk into his room like half an hour later and his face immediately flushes bright red again and he forgets how to speak. just please don't ask him why. (then he probably pulls a hongjoong and purposefully tries to fluster you after that)

[spicyspiders]

Hear me out... Eddie with a glamrock aesthetic boyfriend. Eddie has the metal vibe, but this guy... Queen, David Bowie, Elton John, Abba, any 70s-80s classic rock you can think of, he's in love with it

I didn't really put much glamrock aesthetic in this, but the reader does have his nails painted and wears tight pants, so maybe that counts? This was heavily inspired by the nose piercing I got earlier today, (I was all excited to get it but I kinda don't like it lol rip) and I do want to give a little warning cause Eddie gets a little jealous.

When an idea came to your head, you would constantly think about it until you did what you had in mind, or you moved on to something else. This time, the idea was to get your nose pierced. 

“I’m not saying I hope your piercing closes up again, so you can bleach your hair,” you sent Eddie a glare, “who am I kidding, that’s exactly what I’m saying,” he finished quietly to himself. This wasn’t actually your first time getting your nose pierced, you had it done years ago, but had to take it out because of your old job. In your moment of anger after the piercing closed up, you thought of the great idea to bleach your hair. It was a dark time, but it’s how you met Eddie. 

“Bad hair day?” Eddie asked after you accidentally bumped into him and dropped the hair dye you were holding. 

“How can you tell?” You asked, a sarcastic edge to your voice. 

To answer your question, he pulled down the hood that guarded his hair. You weren’t sure what it was supposed to look like, but it certainly looked like an angry bird had created an even angrier bird’s nest. “It’s okay, you can laugh.”

“So I can fuck it up again and fry my scalp in the process?” You asked. 

“You looked cute!” Eddie proclaimed, loud enough that the person on the opposite side of the street turned around to glance in your direction.  

“Shut up, Eddie,” you said, not even trying to hide that what he said brought a smile to your face. You glanced at Eddie, noticing the smug look on his face, “you better wipe that look off of your face,” you warned, the smile still on your face. 

“You know how to make me, babe,” Eddie said. He placed one of his hands in yours, lacing your fingers together. The two of you walked silently the rest of the way to the tattoo parlor. 

You left the tattoo parlor in the same way you entered. This time though, it was with one side of your nase aching and a suspiciously silent boyfriend. 

“What’s wrong, Eddie?” You asked, lacing your fingers together again. It didn’t take too long to get the piercing done, but it was already night when you walked out the door. “Are you mad at the piercer because he stabbed me?” You asked. 

“I’m mad at the piercer because he was all over you,” Eddie grumbled out. 

You sent him a confused look. The streetlights along the sidewalks back to your car did their best to illuminate your path, they also did their best in showing how pissed off Eddie currently looked. 

“He kept complimenting your nails, and you practically wanted to rip your pants off!” Eddie sneered. 

You had to turn your neck away and cover your mouth to hide your snicker. Eddie had a knack for the dramatics, but he was completely valid in his feelings. “You did do a good job at painting them,” you held up the hand that was currently holding Eddie’s to look at your nails which he had painted black just a few hours ago. “And my ass does look nice in these pants, don’t they?”

Eddie pulled you off the street and into an empty alleyway and pushed you against the wall, “I’m the only one that gets to rip your pants off,” he growled. 

You smirked at Eddie, and wrapped your arms around his neck, “is that so, big boy?”

Eddie let out an angry little huff before pressing his lips to yours in a harsh kiss. The kiss made your nose ache when Eddie’s nose pressed against the hoop in your own, but you didn’t pull away, only let out a light moan when his tongue ventured into your mouth. 

“Let’s go home, big guy,” you said when the kiss ended. As you stepped out of the alleyway to continue to your car, Eddie trailed behind you like a lost puppy. 

[thefanbasewhore]

Bucky has a nightmare and hurts the reader?

Summary: Bucky has a nightmare and mistakes the reader for someone else.

Warning/content: physical violence, choking, Bucky is a mess, reader is hurt by Bucky.

Paring: Bucky Barnes x female reader

A/n: I wrote this really fast, it's not proof read.

Part 2 coming soon - comment If you want to be tagged

It all happened so fast, one minute she's fast asleep, not a worry in the world until a cool, vibranium arm wraps around her neck so fast her eyes could barely react quick enough to open and find the source.

Once opening, it's blurry. Unshed tears kiss her waterline as her body reacts naturally, scratching and clawing at the man pressing his metal appendages, squeezing her windpipe close. It doesn't phase him, the sting of ripped skin and taste of blood as it trickles down his face and taints his lips.

"Bu-." She tries but the metal grip only tightens. It burns, her throat is on fire, no doubt turning black and blue under the deadly squeeze. Pressure builds up in her head, making it unbearably hot and her chest stutters under the weight of his own.

Bucky is snarling, blue eyes boring into her own but only if isn't him, someone else entirely. The old him, no doubt deep in the confines of him mind making an appearance once again. His eyes are dark, filled with a deep, meaningless void.

It hurts, blood vessels pop pooling both eyes with a deep, crimson bed. With one last effort, fingers find the buzzed hair, nails curling around the back on his neck where she uses all her strength to scratch until she smells blood.

The sharp pain is enough to snap Bucky out of it, hand easing up as she inhales a deep, desperate breath. The look of realization, ocean blues ablaze, chest heaving with adrenaline and eyes never leave hers.

"I-." Hands pull away quickly, only to be held against his chest as he leans back, only to realize he's using all his body weight to crush her chest. When he sits up, the desperate sound of heavy breathing, burning lungs makes his bottom lip quiver.

She sits up, clenching her throat with small fingers, trying to sooth the buring ache. Now that she has an unlimited amount of air, her body doesn't seem to want it, the deep, chest filled coughs make it hard.

"I-I didn't know." Her chest still isn't moving, bloodshot eyes silently beg is own as he leans over, hand cupping her chin to notice the way her skin lightened, lack of oxygen taking the normal color. A hand rests against her chest and up to her neck, rubbing the raw skin.

"Breath baby, please breathe."

This has happened before but never this bad, never to the fact of almost falling unconscious from Bucky's wrath. Tears roll past his eye lashes, heart squeezing, his chest feels heavy, hurting under the burden of being the reasoning for this.

He fliches as her fingers push his away and crawls to the end of the headboard, trying to create as much distance as possible.

The first breath she takes hurts and it burns her lungs. Bucky let's out a breath of relief as he uses the back of his hand to wipe the endless stream of tears from his eyes.

"I'm sorry, God, I'm so, so sorry." He hiccups, he wants nothing more to reach out and hold her, sooth every ache and pain with the coolness of his lips. His chest stutters, catching a small cry in his throat.

He's cautious, making slow, seen movements as a flesh hand reaches out to cup her shoulder. Surprisingly, she snuggles into it, as the metal hand wipes away the small tears that fall to her cheeks.

"Oh, honey." He coos, biting his lip to prevent another cry that creeps up his throat as his fingers press against the ugly purple and yellow bruises and she winces. "My dream - I was dreaming, I didn't mean to -."

"I know." He cringes as the hoarse, low voice. Vocals cords completely crushed, sore and raw as he pulls away.

"I'm going to call, Sam. He's coming to get you, you need to get away from me." Bucky can't look away at what he's done, the tears are endless.

"Buck - wait... Don't."

Bucky reaches for the phone, ignoring her completely but the phone is yanked away with shaky hands and thrown over her shoulder. "What are you doing? Sam needs -."

"You didn't mean it." The first full sentence burns, red eyes filling with tears again, but instead of fear, not it's pain.

"How could you defend me right now? Look at you." Bucky can barely see in front of him, tears blurry his vision. He's hysteric, can't breath, chest giving out with ever word spoken, his broken heart pounds. "You need to get away from me, you can't be here with me, not anymore."

It's not his fault that demons haunt him in his dreams, that his life has been nothing but a series of unfortunate events. It's unfair, not to feel secure in your own skin, having to fight to stay alive for the last 70 years and be manipulated in ways that are unimaginable; brain ripped apart and frozen without any care.

"Bucky, it's okay." Smooth hands reach out to touch his tense shoulders to pull him close, and he can't help but fall into the crook of her shoulder. Tears smear the naked skin, fall and pool into collarbones as another cry rocks his chest.

"I didn't mean to hurt you, I never wanted to, always want to protect you." Soft lips press into the purple bruising, trying to kiss away the pain. Atone for his inexcusable behavior but it only makes it worse but she swallows the pain, the urge to move away as she rubs soft circles into the base of his lower back.

"We have to get you to the hospital." Bucky whispers against her shoulder, pressing a soft, sorry kiss. His eyes fall to her nakedness for a second, gentle fingers press her chin up to his own. She raises her arms as he dresses her slowly with shaky breaths and the quivering chin never leaves. "I'm calling Sam there, you're staying with him from now on."

"Buck, there are other ways."

He sighs softly, helping her dress into the oversized hoodie that smells way too much like him. Large hands cup her own as he kneels between her legs, eyes never leaving each other. "I cant trust myself, I rather die then something like this happen again."

"Don't say that -."

Bucky can't help the heat of anger in his chest, not directed towards anyone but himself. "just for now, just until I get this under control."

A silent nod catches his attention and Bucky doesn't hesitate to get her to the hospital. She doesnt miss the way Bucky's eyes shift to the floor as she tells a totally made up lie, he's consumed with guilt and leaves the room.

The call beeps in his ear, dialing and dialing until a familar voice speaks through the speakers. "Bucky?"

"Sam, I need you." He needs his best friend, someone to talk to, someone to tell him that he's fucked up that this isn't okay. The way his girl is taking this is unhealthy, like it's expected and it hurts, his heart hurts so, so much. Tears rolling down his cheeks as he leans against the hospital hallway. "I need you to come get her, room 234. I can't be here anymore."

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The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 27)

Summary: Following the discovery on the bridge, Steve prepares the face the Winter Soldier once more

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Angst! Description of Blood! Canon Typical Violence! Slow burnn! 

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Chapter 27: Everything Goes

As the van drove you all to an undisclosed location, you tried your best to press your shoulder into the wall of the van. It was all you could do to try and stem some of your bleeding. It was getting harder and harder though. The collar they had put of you was continually draining your energy. It was a fight just to keep your eyes open, your head feeling fuzzy.

Glancing over at Steve you could see he was still lost in his own thoughts. Staring down at the floor of the van like he’d done the entire time you’d been there.

“It was him” he muttered “he looked right at me like he didn’t even know me” he sighed shaking his head slightly.

“How is that even possible? It was like 70 years ago” Sam asks confused.

“I’ve seen it before with my brother, believe me it’s possible” you sigh dropping your head back against the wall of the van.

“Zola, Bucky’s whole unit was captured in ‘43. Zola experimented on him. Whatever he did helped Bucky survive the fall” Steve says looking up and over at Sam “they must have found him and...”

Steve shakes his head guilt clear on his features. You turn you head to look at him “none of that’s your fault steve” you tell him gently.

“Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky” Steve sighs not looking over at you.

You groan quietly as your shoulders begins to ache even more. You’re breathing becoming more and more shallow. You glance up at Sam who notices the blood that had fully soaked your makeshift bandage and was oozing out.

“We need to get a doctor here, if we don’t put pressure on that wound, she’s gonna bleed out here in the truck” Sam says to one of the guards.

Steve’s head snaps up with his brows furrowed, glance around before looking over at you. His eyes widen when he spots your wound.

“Y/N, doll are you okay?” He says pulls against his restraints trying to turn to you.

You give him a weak nod, but you were struggling to keep your eyes open, your head dropping. You hear him push against his restraints again, followed by the guard pulling out their shock baton. Suddenly the second guard ends up on the floor by your feet. Looking up you see Maria taking off her helmet.

“Ah that thing was squeezing my brain” she complains before looking over at Sam.

“Who’s this guy?” She asks turning to Steve.

“I’ll explain later, get these off me” Steve orders firmly.

Maria quickly stands removing the restraints from Steve wrists and ankles. Once free he quickly turns to you grabbing the collar round your neck and breaking it, a few sparks flying as he did so.

“I had a key for that” Maria points out, but Steve doesn’t listen and starts putting pressure on your wound.

Now the collar was off you felt a large surge of energy return to your body, the pain in your easing slightly before returning when Steve put his hands either side of your shoulder.

“Ow fuck!” You hiss.

Steve shoots you an apologetic look “Sorry doll, I didn’t even know you were injured” he sighed shaking his head

“It’s fine, tis but a scratch” you say making him chuckle gently.

“Well you’re still cracking jokes so I guess that’s a good sign” he smirks.

Once Nat and Sam were free, Maria opened up one of the benches pulling out Steve’s shield and Sam’s wings. She then cut a hole in the floor of the van for you all to jump out off. Once out she leads you into a back alley where a car was waiting.

“You have any med supplies?” Steve asks.

“Just gauze, no anaesthetic injections though sorry” she apologises “there’ll be a medic waiting for us though so you’re gonna be fine”

“Thanks Maria” you say as she passes you the gauze and you press it up to your shoulder.

Steve grabs another piece pressing it to the back of the shoulder for you. On the drive to the safe house Steve keeps you close making sure you were okay, and you kept your eyes open. He’d quietly tell you stories so you could focus on that, not the searing pain in your shoulder.

Once at the safe house, which was actually just a dam. Steve helped you out of the car keeping his arm around you to keep you up as Maria leads you all inside. You flinch when you hear footsteps running towards you but relax when you see it was the doctor from the hospital.

“GSW, she’s lost at least a pint” Maria calls out as he runs over.

“Maybe two” Sam adds.

“Let me take her!” The doctor says but Maria shakes her head.

“They’ll want to see him first” Maria says.

You glance up at Steve to see him looking equally confused as to who ‘he’ was. Maria leads you further inside before pulling back a plastic curtain to reveal the man you watched die.

“Well about damn time” Fury says from his hospital bed.

The doctor then leads you over to a chair pulling off your jacket to inspect your wound. Steve follows you over holding on to your hand rubbing it soothingly.

“It’s mostly superficial, no long-lasting damage, just got to clean it and close it” he tells you has he gives you an anaesthetic injection.

“What happened to you?” Nat asks turning to Fury.

“Well I had a lacerated spinal column, cracked sternum, shattered collarbone, perforated liver and one hell of a headache” Fury says listing off his injuries.

“Don’t forget the collapsed lung” the doctor says as he begins prepping a needle for your shoulder.

“Lets not forget that, otherwise I’m good” Fury sighs.

“I don’t get it, they cut you open, your heart stopped” you say shaking your head slightly.

“Tetrodotoxin B, slows the pulse to one beat a minute. Banner developed it for stress. Didn’t work so great for him, but we found a use for it” Fury explains.

“Why all the secrecy, why not just tell us?” Steve asks.

“Any attempt of the director’s life had to look successful” Maria tells him.

“Can’t kill you if you’re already dead. Besides I wasn’t sure who to trust” Fury sighs.

“You trusted Steve with the flash drive” you point out.

“Yeah but he’s an terrible liar” Fury says making Steve let out a small huff of a laugh shaking his head turning away from the director.

“You’re all good now, just take it steady so you don’t rip the stitches” the doctor tells you.

“Thank you” you say glancing up at Steve when he gently places your jacket back over your shoulders.

“Well I think it’s about time I got out of this bed” Fury says pushing himself up.

A short while later everyone gathered round a table to discuss the plan of action. You were sat down in one of the chairs, Steve stood directly behind you. His hand was resting on your uninjured shoulder, the entire time you’d been here he’d been touching you one way or another. Not that you were complaining because you were finding it incredibly soothing, making you feel safe.

“This man declined the Nobel Peace Prize, he said peace wasn’t an achievement, it was a responsibility. See its stuff like this that gives me trust issues” Fury says throwing a picture of Pierce down on the table.

“We have to stop the launch” Nat sighs glancing over at you and Steve.

“I don’t think the council’s accepting my calls anymore” Fury says as he opens a briefcase revealing 3 blue chips.

“What’s that?” Sam asks nodding down to the briefcase.

“Once the helicarriers reach 3,000 feet, they’ll triangulate with insight satellite, becoming fully weaponised” Maria says turning her laptop around to show the schematics.

“We need to breach those carriers, and replace their targeting blades with our own” Fury explains.

“One or two won’t cut it, we need to link all three carriers for this to work because if even one of those ships remains operational a whole lot of people are gonna die” maria sighs.

“We have to assume everyone aboard those carriers is Hydra, we can get past them, insert these server blades. And maybe just maybe we can salvage what’s left” Fury says before Steve interrupts.

“We’re not salvaging anything!” Steve snaps.

“We’re not just taking down the carriers Nick, we’re taking down SHIELD” Steve states.

“SHIELD had nothing to do with this” Fury argues.

“You gave me this mission. This is how it ends. SHIELDs been compromised, you said so yourself. Hydra grew right under your nose, and nobody noticed” Steve fires back.

“Why do you think we’re meeting in this cave? I noticed” Fury states.

“How many paid the price before you did?” Steve levels glaring down at the director.

“Look I didn’t know about Barnes” Fury sighs looking down.

“Even if you had would you have told me? Or would you have compartmentalised that too?” Steve asks, venom dripping in his voice.

“SHIELD, Hydra it all goes” Steve states.

“He’s right” Maria says quietly after a few beats of silence.

Fury looks over at Nat who leans back in her chair before looking over at you too see you shift in yours towards Steve. He eventually glances up at Sam who shrugs his shoulders.

“Don’t look at me, I do what he does just slower” Sam tells him.

“Well it looks like you’re giving the orders now Captain” Fury sighs leaning back in his chair.

“Right, we need to infiltrate the council, make sure Pierce doesn’t interfere. Nat can you do that?” Steve asks turning to her.

“Easy, I’ll intercept the British woman, use the face mesh tech to impersonate her” Nat says nodding her head.

“Good at the same time I need you to dump everything online, expose every Hydra agent there is not just in Washington but every SHIELD HQ, everywhere” Steve continues.

“That’ll need two alpha level members” Fury points out.

“Good thing we’ve got one here then, we’ll force Pierce to be the other. Me and Sam will take the helicarriers, swap out the chips” Steve continues.

“What about me?” You ask looking over your shoulder at him.

“You’ll be with Maria doing the tech side of it all” Steve explains making your furrow your brows at him.

“Steve I can fly, there’s three helicarriers and three of us let me help so we can get it done quicker” you argue.

“You’re under doctors orders to take it steady, it’s most likely gonna be a brutal fight” Steve tells you firmly.

“All the more reason for me to help” you state.

“Y/N you’ve got a gunshot wound, your powers got drained and you overexerted yourself yesterday making that forcefield. You’ve done enough, you said this morning you needed to take it steady, so take it steady. That’s an order from me” Steve fires back looking down at you with a look warning you not to press it further.

“Fine but as soon as you need backup you call me” you tell him.

“Deal” Steve agrees but you could already tell he wasn’t going to.

“Everyone get ready, they’re most likely moving the launch up so we need to go as soon as possible” Steve says before turning and walking away.

You go to follow but Sam stops you “it’s okay I’ll talk to him, rest up” he says gently.

“Okay, thank you Sam” you sigh watching him follow after Steve.

You head over to Maria so she could run you through all the technical stuff. She was gonna handle the majority of it while you kept tabs on everyone making sure they were all okay.

“I’ve got a spare SHIELD suit for you to change into” Maria says pulling out a spare suit for you.

“Great thank you” you say grabbing it and heading off to change.

When you walk back in you spot Sam returning from the outside “how is he?” You ask him.

“I dunno, he’s determined to get Bucky to remember him” Sam sighs.

“I’m not surprised, they’ve been through it all together” you say shrugging your shoulders.

“Bucky might not remember in time though” Sam points out.

You drop your head with a deep and shaky sigh. Bucky nearly killed Steve on the bridge. There was no guarantee that he wouldn’t try again.

“I know, but I trust Steve” you sigh “where is he by the way?”

“I dunno he said something cryptic about fighting a war and wearing a uniform before walking off” Sam says shrugging his shoulders.

You think for a moment before laughing and shaking your head once you worked out what Steve meant.

“The little shit, He’s gone to the Smithsonian to steal his old suit” you chuckle.

“Well he’s already the most wanted man in Washington why not add theft to the list” Sam chuckles.

Fully suited and ready for action Nat and Nick went off to incept the British council member while you, Maria, Sam and Steve broke into the Triskelion.

You all make your way up to one of the tech rooms, Maria pulling out a tablet and hitting a couple commands on it. You hear the techs inside all cry out in pain. A couple moments later the door opens, Sam and Maria hold up their guns while you create an ice flurry in your hands.

Steve steps forward towards the tech “excuse us” he says as the tech holds up his hands and steps aside.

It didn’t take long to remove all of the agents, none of them fought back which was a good indication none of them were hydra. Once sorted steve stepped forward and started speaking into the PA system.

“Attention all SHIELD agents, this is Steve rogers, you’ve heard a lot about me over the past few days, some of you were even ordered to hunt me down, but I think its time you know the truth, SHIELD is not what we thought it was, it’s been taken over by Hydra, Alexander Pierce is their leader, the STRIKE and insight crew are Hydra as well, I don’t know how many more, but I know they’re in the building, they could be standing right next to you, they almost have what they want, absolute control. They shot Nick Fury. And it won’t end there, if you launch those helicarriers today, Hydra will be able to kill anyone that stands in their way, unless we stop them, I know I’m asking a lot, but the price of freedom is high, it always has been, and it’s a price I’m willing to pay, and if I’m the only one, then so be it, but I’m willing to bet I’m not” Steve says finishing his speech.

Sam walks over smirking “did you write that down first, or was it off the top of your head?”  he asks.

“Off the top of his head, he’s cap for a reason” you smirk, Steve smiling over at you.

“Now you two better go, don’t forget to call for backup if you need it” you say to the two of them.

“Of course, come on” Steve smiles as he goes to pass you.

As he goes you suddenly feel the urge to stop him, that something needed to be said before he left. You grab his arm to stop him. You weren’t exactly sure what you wanted to say, your eyes searching his for a moment as if they’d hold the answer.

“Stay safe, for me please” you tell him.

“I will I promise” he says hugging you tightly before him and Sam head off.

Turning back around to Maria you see her smirking at you.

“What?” You ask.

“Nothing” she smirks turning to the computers.

You sigh shaking your head as you turn towards the computers. The two of you sit down pulling up different security camera feeds and control windows.

“They’re initiating launch” Maria says into the comms.

From the window you could see the helicarrier moving up into the air. Soon followed by explosions as the beginning firing at Sam.

“Falcon status?” Maria asks.

“Engaging” Sam says back the noise of gun fire in the background.

“Eight minutes Steve” You say looking at the countdown.

“Working on it” he says back to you.

You bounce your knee nervously as you could only wait, you hated that you could be involved more. You weren’t a very patient person either.

“Security council secure” You hear Nat say over the comms.

“Okay I’m sending Nick in now” Maria says sending a message to Fury, who was waiting in a helicopter nearby.

About a minute later you hear Steve over the comms “Alpha lock” he says, and you see the display change on the screen in front of you.

“Falcon, where are you now?” Maria asks.  

“Had to take a detour” Sam yells.

You look out the window to see that quinjet was now also in the sky chasing Sam.

“I’m in” he pants “bravo lock” he says a few seconds later before taking off again.

You see the second helicarriers on your screen to connect leaving just the last one.

“Two down on to go” You say “let’s get this one done quickly”.

A few moments later you and Maria saw the helicopter that was carrying Fury to Nat.

“Charlie carrier is 45 degrees off the port bow” Maria says looking over the screens.

You notice some guards heading this way so you push your chair back and prepare to attack, once they walk through you blast them down with ice before returning to the desk.

“Six minutes guys” you say leaning on the desk.

“Cap! Cap, come in, are you okay?” You hear Sam say over the comms.

“yeah I’m here” Steve yells “I’m still on the helicarriers, where are you?” he asks.

“I’m grounded, the suit’s down, sorry Cap” Sam pants.

“Steve do you need back up” you say standing up

“No Y/N stay there, don’t worry I got it” Steve says.

The evacuation alarms begin to go off causing even more chaos in the building around us.

“Sam?” You say over the comms when you see rumlow heading up towards the security council.

“Yeah?” he asks.

“Rumlow’s headed for the council” you tell him.

“I’m on it” he says.

You and Maria watch as the countdown continues and begins its final minute “one minute” Maria says nervously.

“30 seconds Steve” You press equally nervous.

“Stand by” Steve warns.

“Charlie urgh-” Steve says before he groans in pain.

“Steve?” You question worriedly.

You get no response as the screens begin to show all of insights targets.

“Charlie lock” Steve grunts as the targets disappear.

“Okay Steve get out of there” you say as Maria quickly types in the new targets.

“Fire now” Steve pants.

You stop dead realising what he was asking “but Steve” you say slowly.

“Maria do it!” he yells.

“Y/N I’ll be fine I promise” he adds gently.

You glance over at Maria nodding you head. Turning to look out the window you see the helicarriers move in the air before beginning go fire at on another.

“Come on we need to go” Maria says as you run out of the building.

You get down to the streets below looking up to see the helicarrier destroying each other. One of them had already crashed into the Triskelion. You and Maria run through the chaotic streets.

You see there was only one last helicarrier in the sky. The one Steve with in. You still hadn’t heard from him or seen him. You kept trying to contact him over the comms but with zero success.

Maria tried to get you to move but you stayed in your spot watching the helicarrier for a sign of Steve. Suddenly you see large amounts of debris fall from the helicarrier, within in you spot Steve.

You start running down the road, knowing you weren’t gonna get there in time you push out your hand. You will the water below him to soften the impact. It wasn’t enough as you feel him sink through the water.

You push through the crowds and the police who tried to stop you from getting closer to the river. Finally pushing through you make it to the river edge. Closing your eyes, you try to sense where exactly he was. Unable to you growl in frustration looking around frantically.

It was only then that you saw the winter solider dragging Steve’s limp body from the river a hundred or so feet away. Taking off you fly over landing quickly beside him fire ball at the ready.

“Step away from him!” You growl.

Bucky looks over at you shocked taking a step back away from Steve holding his hands up.

“I’m sorry” he says quietly.

You pause for a moment before realising this wasn’t the winter solider talking. Giving him the benefit of the doubt you crouch down beside Steve to check for signs of life. You could sense water in his lungs so you used your powers to will it out. To your relief Steve coughs and groans when the water rushes out of his mouth.

You glance up at Bucky to see him long gone. You then send a flare up into the sky using your powers, calling for EMTs. You look down at Steve noticing the gunshot wound in his abdomen. Pressing down on it hard you hear him groan in pain. His eyes flutter open for a moment meeting yours.

“Y/N” he mumbles.

“Hey its okay, I’m here you’re gonna be okay just stay with me alright” you tell him, trying to keep your voice level despite how much you were panicking right now.

“I’m sorry” he sighs shaking his head slightly.

“Don’t apologise, not yet anyway wait until we’ve got you fixed up then you can tell me you’re sorry, you’ve got to hang on until then though” you say tears beginning to collect in the corners of your eyes.

“Okay” he mutters.

Finally, after what felt like hours, the EMTs arrives and immediately start working on him. You stood nearby nervously biting your nails as you watched. They put him onto a stretcher, taking him towards the ambulance.

“Miss are you coming?” One of the EMTs asks when they load him into the ambulance.

You quickly nod your head climbing into the ambulance and moving to sit beside Steve. You take hold of his hand gripping it tightly just so you could hold onto him.

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Hi!! For the prompt week I would die over 70 for Santiago Garcia <3

Zip me up

A/N: I, also, would die for Santiago Garcia. I couldn't really choose which one of the options to write this around so I kind of use all of them.

#70: Fixing their tie/zipping up the back of their dress/adjusting a piece of their clothing

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Pairing: Santiago Garcia x female reader

Word count: 664

Warnings: Santiago is a bit horny, references to having s3x, 2 words in spanish.

“Hey, baby, does the tie look alri-” Santiago freezes the second he sees you, his voice left hanging in the air with unfinished words tingling in his tongue. You try to ignore him as you hook in your earrings, trying to not look at his reflection behind you in the mirror, but his burning eyes make it an impossible task.

“Blink, Santiago.” You command with a cheeky smile. He sighs when he does, leaning against the doorframe as he watches you gracefully finishing the last touches to your makeup.

Santiago manages to always look at you as if it was the first time he was seeing you. The amount of years that you’ve been a part of each other’s lives will never change the fact that his eyes make your skin flush when he looks at you like that, scanning your body and taking you in. And he knows it, he must by now.

“Your zipper’s down.” He comments, his voice low, almost a growl.

“Can you be useful and help me zip it? Or will you stay standing there?”

He crosses the room with long strides, his lotion invading your nose as soon as he enters. His rough fingers grab the zipper at the back of your dress while his other hand lands on your waist with the excuse to hold you still. He pulls it up slowly, painfully slow, rubbing circles on your waist as he does, traveling up and down your side all the while. You can see him in the mirror standing behind you, eyes focused on every curve of your body and the way the dress only makes them look better.

His fingertips let go of the zipper once it reaches the top and they travel around your neck, pushing your hair to one side so his lips can touch your skin there. “Hermosa.” He whispers as his lips find the spot below your earlobe that he knows makes your knees tremble. “Fucking gorgeous.”

Your arm hooks around him, clasping your hand on his well-groomed curls, pushed back for the formal occasion.

“Do we have to go?” He asks kissing along your neck and jaw.

“To your best friend’s wedding?” You squint your eyes, pretending to give it a thought before breaking into a short laugh. “Yeah. I think we have to.”

Spinning on your heel you turn to face him, his hands are clasped on the small of your back, his eyes analyzing your face. “I don’t want anyone to look at you.” Santiago’s eyes are threatening, but the smile hinting at his lips says otherwise as they are unable to stop grinning at you. There’s that look again, the one that makes your face blush and your stomach twist.

“There’s going to be a bride and a groom, I doubt anyone will look at me.” You focus on his tie instead of holding his gaze, fixing it when you see it is crooked to one side.

“Of course you think that, querida.”

You pull him down with the tie, locking your lips in the middle. His hands tighten around your waist as he presses his chest to yours, his tongue quickly finding yours. You crook your neck, allowing him the access he seems desperate for, deepening the kiss as you feel one of his hands reaching up towards your zipper and pulling it down an inch.

“Pope,” You warn him with a playful tone against his lips, feeling his smirk growing. “Zip me up, and I’ll let you zip it down after the cake.” Your hands travel down his chest, flattening the lapels of his suit and pulling them together over his chest.

“After the vows.” He counteroffers, finding your lips again.

“Garcia,” The warning voice appears again. “That’s the second warning, soldier. I said cake.”

“Fine,” Santiago sighs. His hands caress your arms until one of them holds your hand, leading you out of the room. “After the main dish.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

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11:29 PM, 4/20

pairing: stoner!Eren and fem bodied reader

content: smoking/drugs, dumbification, finger fucking, penetration, porn without plot, minors DNI

summary: eren's been trying to fuck you for years now, and he's got a different angle to play at this time. all it takes are a few pretty words and free weed.

wc: 3.5k

notes: happy 4/20 lmfao i wrote this in two hours and i'm posting this unedited and half asleep

‘Rolling up, you sliding through?’

Your phone illuminated brightly against your face as you held your phone above you, your bed’s soft comforter brought up to your chin. You bit your lip, contemplating Eren’s invitation. Your eyes glanced to the clock in the corner of your phone screen, blinking a couple of times. ‘11:29 PM’ it read back.

‘Pleaaaase, 4/20 is almost over ):’ Eren had resorted to double texting, and you sighed, his battle easily won. You tried to believe it was fought hard, but you knew perfectly well that you were wrapped around Eren’s pretty little finger. He called, you answered. Simple as that.

‘I want a blunt all to myself for this Jaeger. I’m literally in bed right now’ you typed back quickly, clicking the off button on the side of your device, begrudgingly throwing your blanket off your body as the heat escaped. You gazed down at your attire, sweatshirt and sleep shorts bundled up to your form, and you sighed once again. Eren was going to have to accept you like this, because there was absolutely no way in Hell that you could fathom throwing on real clothes this late at night.

‘What’re you wearing? Send pics’

‘Eren I’m LITERALLY!!! On my way to your house right now’. This boy was going to be the death of you, or at least whatever brain cells you had left.

Fuzzy pink slides adorned on your feet, hair thrown up in the messiest ‘neat’ bun you could manage, you pocketed your keys and wallet. You grabbed your bookbag in the corner of your room full of paraphernalia, knowing well by now that Eren was too lazy to buy bongs or bowls, and made your way out of your home, locking the front door on your way out. You hit the unlock button on your car, throwing the bag in the passenger seat and set out for your late night journey.

It wasn’t uncommon for your best friend to hit you up so late, in fact it was Eren’s peak hours for hanging out. He never genuinely inconvenienced you, just an annoyance because every single time you got that invite text or call, your head would have just hit the pillow beneath you, sleep on the horizon. Traffic was the best at this time too, you would reason on the way there, virtually no cars on the road, turning your usual twenty minute ride into a ten minute one.

When you rolled up Eren’s driveway, you could see the dark red lights of his bedroom through the upstairs window on the front of the house. You picked your phone out of your pocket, texting a quick ‘I’m here’. You grabbed your bag, slinging it over your shoulder and climbed out of your car. By the time you made it to his front door, Eren was swinging it open, a goofy smile on his face.

“Just us tonight?” you asked, referring to the lack of cars in the driveway as you glided through the entryway.

“Yeah, feeling greedy. We haven’t hung out just us in awhile,” Eren smirked, leaning back and letting his eyes travel down your spine as you slid by him. He reached and pulled the door closed, locking it quickly and following quickly behind you.

You spent most of your nights here, knowing the pathway to Eren’s room. You jogged up the stairs, oblivious to Eren’s eyes trained in on your bouncing ass in your loose fitted shorts. His bedroom door was wide open, and you navigated over clothes thrown haphazardly on his floor to his unmade bed. You bounced as you sat down, hitting the mattress with your full weight and unzipping your bag, picking out your favorite bowl. Eren lifted the corner of his mouth, clearly amused at how at home you had made yourself.

“Comfy?” he asked, a teasing tone to his voice as he joined you on the bed, rolling tray and jar of bud in hand.

“Mhm,” you hummed, eyeing Eren’s hands as they set quickly to work. His grinder sat on the bed behind him, and after picking out a few clusters of green from the jar, he reached behind him and popped the top off, going through the motions of getting prepped for the smoke session. “What’d you do today?”

Eren shot you a dumb founded look, “It’s 4/20, what do you think I’ve been doing all day?”

You rolled your eyes, throwing your hands up in surrender, “Just making a joke, asshole.”

He chuckled, extending his hand out so you could pass him your bowl, packing it not long after. Eren looked around his mattress for a lighter, eyebrows drawn together as he couldn’t find one. You smirked then, extending the black lighter you had packed in your bag, and Eren smiled gratefully. He flicked the lighter once it was in his possession, pointer finger resting over the choke as he placed the pipe to his lips, inhaling deeply as the fresh green turned to ash. He lifted his long finger off the choke hole, removing the pipe as he held the smoke in for a few seconds, eyes instantly glazing as he exhaled.

Eren was one of those smokers that the second he had a hit of weed, it was written all over his face that he was high, even if he wasn’t. When Eren picked up the habit in highschool, his parents knew instantly what the boy had been doing during his “study sessions” with his friends. Now that he was an adult and moved out of his childhood home, Eren was pretty free in his indulgences, no longer carrying around eye drops to try and help him appear as innocent as possible.

After his second hit, Eren passed you back your bowl and lighter, coughing lightly as he exhaled, “What about you? What’d you do today?”

“Not much, spent all day watching documentaries and smoking my vape,” you laughed lightly, positioning the pipe to your own lips.

Eren’s eyes drank in the sight of your pretty plump lips as they wrapped around the tip of the pipe, fingers copying his as you bent your finger over the choke. The lighter ignited after a single flick, warm colored flames illuminating your face. It was like Eren was watching you in slow motion, but it was always like that with you, even when he wasn’t high. He could see the fire in your eyes as they focused downwards to your actions, and Eren felt his mouth go dry. You pulled the bowl away, making eye contact with him as the smoke exited your lips, licking your face as it traveled towards the ceiling on your exhale.

The two of you made small talk as you passed the bowl back and forth, Eren making a face once the bud was dead. He packed another bowl, repeating the rotation until that one was dead. The two of you thoroughly fried, he put the pipe on his bedside table and leaned his back against the wall by his bed. You mirrored him, resting your head on his broad shoulder as the two of you enjoyed each other’s company.

“We should make edibles this weekend,” you suggested, fingers playing with the drawstring of your hoodie. “Maybe invite the group over and get zooted and play a game or something.”

“Zooted?” Eren snorted. “I haven’t heard that word in years, grandma.”

You shot Eren a glare, which he began to laugh at, “I’m hip, okay? Zooted is making a comeback.”

“Stop trying to fit in with the youth, Myrtle,” he teased, wrapping his arm around your waist to tuck you into his side. “Man, if I was only 50 years older.”

You lightly elbowed his side, “You wish you could bag 70 year old me. I’m a fucking catch.”

“I wish I could bag you period,” Eren confessed, probably for the hundredth time of you knowing him. “How come you’ve never let me take you out?”

“Because, you’d just fuck and dump me and then I wouldn’t have a plug anymore,” you pouted, purposefully snuggling in closer.

“Is that what you really think?” he asked seriously, positioning his neck to the side so he could look down at you.

You looked up, centimeters apart from his face, “That’s what you did with all the other girls.”

“But you’re my best friend,” Eren frowned, taking his hand and pushing your hair behind your ear. “I wouldn't do that to you.”

“Don’t know if I wanna’ really find that out,” you smiled sadly.

“C’mon, let me prove it to you,” Eren licked his lips. “Fuck me, right now, and I’ll take you out tomorrow.”

You felt a pulse in your pussy suddenly, gulping spit down as you broke the eye contact, “I don’t know ‘Ren. We’ve been friends since highschool, what if it makes things weird?”

“You can’t look me in the eyes right now and tell me that you’ve never thought about it, about us,” his voice was a hare above a whisper. “Because I think about it all the time. ‘Is why I hit you up all the time, I like you stupid, I always have.”

This confession was so different from all the other ones. Eren was practically begging to let him in between your legs on a weekly basis, ever since you had met him. Never once had he been this honest though, so genuine sounding about his feelings. He had a point as well, you thought about being with him all the time. You were always at his house or going out somewhere together, you spent all your free time with him, of course you would have feelings for Eren.

“If,” you started, your eyes blinking rapidly as you returned your gaze to his red ones. “I say yes, and things are weird after, we’re going to pretend like this never happened and we go back to being friends.”

“Deal.”

Eren’s lips crashed into your’s, any and all hesitation rolling off your body as you eagerly returned his kiss. His other arm circled you, bringing you in somehow even closer to him as your hands grabbed both of his cheeks, feeling the flex of his jaw as you smashed your lips together. Eren’s hand traveled under the hem of your sweatshirt to the small of your back, guiding you to sit in his lap. Legs on either side of his hips, your tongues slipped through the both of your lips, meeting in the middle.

Maybe it was the high, maybe it was Eren, but the throbbing in your cunt only expanded as Eren smoothed his hands all over the middle of your torso. They traveled up to the swell of your breasts, free from a bra, cupping both tits in his large hands. His thumbs slid and teased your nipples, hardening instantly under his touch. You arched your back, pushing your chest into his palms even more, your hips flicking as he tweaked your nipples between his fingers.

You both moaned into each other’s mouths at the roll of your hips, feeling Eren’s dick harden fast underneath your clothed center. Eren had been wearing a pair of thin grey sweatpants, leaving not much to the imagination while he was in this state. You felt his lips scrape against your bottom lip, pulling it into his mouth and sucking gently. He released it, a string of saliva linking to the two of you together.

“I’ve been imagining this for forever,” Eren’s eyes were glazed and deep red when you met his gaze. “I just never thought this would happen.”

“I’ve been wanting you too,” you admitted, your dirty little secret exposed.

He smirked at your confession, hands still toying with your breasts. Silencing you once more with his passionate kiss, he moved his hands downwards and to your back until he met the waistband of your shorts. He easily slid under the hem, gripping your ass in his palms, kneading and spreading you apart. You felt your pussy flutter, the indirect contact sending you into a deep pit of arousal, your senses heightened greatly.

It was like Eren could read your mind, and his fingers traveled to your spread cunt over his lap, running a finger over your slit over your panties. You whined, pressing your hips down to achieve a greater pressure from his hand, in turn allowing your wetness to seep through the cotton of your panties. Eren chuckled against your lips, reading your body language loud and clear. He pushed the fabric aside, allowing his knuckles to brush directly into your folds. You moaned into his mouth as he spread your arousal around your vulva. When his thumb bumped against your clit, you felt your patience snap entirely.

“‘Ren, need your fingers, now,” you panted, eyes half lidded as his kiss traveled to the underside of your jaw.

“You got it, baby girl,” he hummed into your skin. There was no resistance as he pushed his middle finger into your opening. “Fuck, you’re fucking soaked. This all for me?”

You couldn’t find your voice, nodding and whining out as he pumped his single digit into your pussy. His touch was slow, deliberate, trying to memorize every single ridge and flutter of your walls as you pulsed around him. Eren’s mouth was dry, dick hard and throbbing, completely lost in the feeling of you sucking his finger in deeper. He couldn’t comprehend the fact that his cock would be replacing his fingers soon, finally fucking you like he had imagined for years now.

His middle finger dared to pull out, and you let out a desperate whine, thinking that was his plan. You gasped in relief and pleasure as his ring finger pushed past your entrance, clenching tightly on his fingers. Eren found solace in this, perceiving your flutters as permission to go finger fuck you at an ungodly pace. He positioned his wrist as a more comfortable angle, and his fingers pumped inside of you at the speed of light.

Your eyebrows came together, mouth hanging open as you squeaked and whined, Eren’s other hand finding purchase on your jaw. He squeezed your cheeks together lightly, forcing your lips to pout as he maintained direct eye contact with you. His own lips hung open, and you could see your reflection in his blown out pupils. It only enticed you more, you looked heavenly. Eren couldn’t have worded it before himself if you had verbalized this, whole heartedly agreeing with you.

“You’re so tight,” Eren groaned out, his hand leaving your chin and slipping two fingers in between your lips. “Suck, baby.”

You did as you were told, Eren’s fingers slowing to fuck up into roughly, hitting your sweet spot over and over. Your tongue circled around his knuckles, lips vibrating on his fingers as your moans were silenced. Eren was thoroughly enjoying himself, seeing you completely under his control like this. You were putty in the palm of his hands, literally.

He slid his fingers out of your cunt so suddenly, feeling the gush of your arousal against your inner thighs as his hand left your shorts. His other hand fell out of your mouth, moving back to your jaw as you felt the wetness of your spit spread across your face. Eren brought the hand he was fucking you with to his own mouth, and you were practically drooling at the sight of him sucking your pussy juices off of his fingers.

“Delicious,” he cooed after he pulled them from his lips. “Just like I always imagined.”

You took this as your opportunity to remove some of your clothing. You tugged your hoodie over your head, tossing it on the floor. Eren followed suit, removing his own white t-shirt and reattaching his lips to yours. You tasted hints of yourself, not at all repulsed, in fact the exact opposite. You tasted sweet, tart but sweet.

You pushed yourself away from Eren, scooting off his lap in order to tear off your shorts and panties. Eren mirrored you, almost ripping his pants and boxers off as he slid them past his thighs and ankles to the floor. He remained in his seated position, eyes swirling and fingers twitching at his sides as he watched your crawl back to him. You placed a sloppy kiss to his lips before turning your body around, placing your feet on the mattress on either side of his lap. Sat in a full crouch now, you grabbed Eren’s cock, pumping him a few times with both of your hands in a screw motion. He moaned from behind you, his own hands gripping your ass cheeks to support your frame.

You guided Eren to your hovering pussy, teasing your clit, soaking him in your dripping heat. He cursed underneath you, his right hand moving to your hip as you lowered yourself on his length. Eren groaned loudly as the feelings of satisfaction and relief flowed through his body, his own heightened senses taking over. You moved to rest on your knees when you felt Eren bottom out inside of you, a string of moans and whimpers leaving your lips. You arched your back and Eren leaned back more, eyes stationed on your beautiful round ass.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he ran a hand up to the back of your head, untangling your messy bun so your hair fell free down your back. “C’mon baby, bounce on my dick.”

You lifted your hips, slamming down to his pelvis urgently. It was so overwhelming, the feeling of his cock filling you to the brim making your brain empty. Your eyes screwed shut, mouth hanging open dumbly as drool coated the swell of your lips. You bounced again, and Eren yanked your hair back as he watched your pussy stretch around him, close to snapping and drilling into you as he saw the creamy ring form around his base. You were a moaning mess, unable to think clearly as your body took over. Pushing all your weight into your knees and palms resting on Eren’s thighs, you fastened your pace, ass bouncing every time Eren’s fat tip brushed up against your cervix.

You felt the sharp sting on your cheek and heard the resounding slap of his hand on your right cheek, tears springing to your eyes, “Fuck, Eren, you feel so good.”

Taking your hips into his strong hands, Eren was finally at his brink as he thrusted hard up into. You yelped, letting yourself go limp as he slammed into your cunt at a dangerous pace. He was in full control now, fucking you into a stupor.

Your hand left it’s home of his thigh, traveling to your aching center to rub your clit. Eren’s position was perfect, rubbing the underside of his shaft against your g-spot. When you opened your eyes, you could see his toes curling, legs flexing and twitching. He wasn’t going to last long, your pussy putting him under a spell. You circled your clit with your pointer and middle fingers, throat raw from all the noises escaping you. All you felt was Eren, all you could hear was Eren, he was filling your entire being up, replacing any and all thoughts they may have lingered in your brain.

“Gonna’ cum,” you whined, fingers moving even faster.

“I’m so fucking close, fucking cum baby,” Eren growled, thrusts desperate and becoming irregular.

You stilled above him, a breathless scream heaving from your throat as you gushed around him. Your pussy clenched so tight, and Eren couldn’t hold back. Because as empty as your brain was, Eren was in the exact same state as he shot his thick load into you, filling your tight cunt up with his cum. You milked his cock, walls convulsing in your mind blowing orgasm. Black spots appeared in your vision when you realized you had forgotten to breathe, you took a deep gasp of air.

You were a panting, sweaty mess hovering over him. Eren was in awe, watching beads of his white seed leak out of your center. He’d worry about the consequences when his brain could comprehend what had just happened, but for now, the deep primal urge of filling you up was sedated. Eren didn’t think he could’ve imagined fucking you for the first time any better than this. And when you finally lifted your hips to release him, he felt a wave of sadness, your beautiful pussy no longer surrounding him.

“Did you, oh my God, Eren,” you lifted your hand in front of you, seeing the creamy white of his cum smeared on your fingers. “You came inside of me?”

“Sorry, baby,” he caught his breath as you turned your head over your shoulder to glare at him. “I’ll buy you Plan B in the morning, promise.”

“I’m on the pill, but still,” you huffed, letting the anger leave you as you realized Eren would take responsibility. “You didn’t know that.”

Eren laughed without humor, “Oh well, at least I know for next time. Now c’mere, wanna’ hold you while I roll a blunt.”

LACHERI © 2021: all writing content belongs to LACHERI. I do not allow reposts or translations. this is my only account.

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Could I have 13 and 70 from the smut list with King Arthur?

A/N: Yes, yes, you can. :D Also took some inspiration from the live-action Cinderella movie. Thank you for reading, reblogging, commenting, and liking. 

Pairing: King Arthur x F! Reader 

Warnings: 18 + only for smut, p in v 

Masterlist 

Prompts: “Your parents would be royally disappointed if they saw what you have on right now. Even more disappointed at what I’m thinking about doing to you.”& “I know all of your weaknesses.”

You fidgeted in your pretty gown for the eighth time in the last ten minutes, and your mother was less than pleased. “Stop moving, ungrateful child, this is your chance to impress the King! A chance for us to rise among the nobles!” she hisses at you, pulling your shoulders back. A ball in King Arthur’s court, wearing a corset that did little to help in the way of breathing, and your overbearing mother is breathing down your neck. Your sister beside you covered her giggles with a cough as you rolled your eyes. 

“Oh, Lady Charlotte!” Mother smiles and thankfully leaves you for a moment alone. You take a deep breath and lower your shoulders, eyes scanning the room for exits. 

“She will catch you, you know,” your sister giggles again, “and drag you right back.” 

“I feel more like a prized bird on display than a woman,” you scoff, “does she honestly believe that the King is going to look at me in this ridiculous get-up and fall madly in love? We are peasants; how did we even get invited to this?  Besides, I haven’t even seen this King before; what if he’s some hideous brute? Maybe that’s why they haven’t commissioned any portraits of him.” 

“I’ve heard he’s quite handsome and young.” 

“The average life span of a person is only fifty or so years, so how young can he be, twelve?” you groan at seeing the large plume of your mother’s hat coming back your way. “I need to get out of here before mother sells me to the highest coin.” 

“Quickly then,” she shoos, “I know why you don’t want to meet the King; he’ll never compare with your handsome stranger.” She grins mischievously at you, and you hold your breath waiting for the fallout. 

“How did you know about that?” 

“Sister, darling, you are not very good at hiding your feelings.” You glare at her, and she giggles, “I also saw the two of you by the creek when I was out fetching berries last week. He’s quite handsome.” 

“There you are!” Mother returns and puts her hands on your shoulders, pretending to show affection. “The King is coming,” she whispers with a grin and moves to stand between the two of you. You look over at your sister and give her your best pleading face, mouthing the words, ‘please don’t tell’ she smiles and nods with a wordless ‘promise.’ 

The trumpets sound loud, and a man stands forward to announce the King. People sitting rise to their feet, girls around you giggle like children, several pushing up their chests, biting their lips, or pinching their cheeks for some extra color. You stand there with a lump in your throat, trying to swallow around it. 

When the King makes his entrance, the crown glistening off the top of his head, your mouth slowly falls open on a gasp. “Art?” you whisper, your mother shushing you; you can feel your sister’s eyes burn into the side of your face. Everyone around you bows and curtsies low in honor, but your body has frozen, your limbs no longer working. 

“Curtsy,” your mother grabs your hand and pulls you down with a hiss, and you gasp, nearly falling to the floor with force. The noise draws his attention, and when the crowd rises, his eyes are staring intensely into yours. Those eyes you love, Art the apprentice, is the King of England. “He’s staring at you,” you can hear the glee in your mother’s voice, but all you feel is dread. 

The music begins to play, and several Lord’s come up to him showing their offspring off like a cow at the market. And for a moment, his eyes leave yours, and you bolt. “Where are you going?” your mother moves to grab you, but your sister intervenes; God bless her. You walk as quickly as your skirts will allow towards the door to the gardens, and when you are on the threshold, an arm comes out to stop you. 

“Wait, milady,” you freeze, half wanting to rip your arm from his grasp and slap him across the face for his misdirection, the other half wanting to turn and get lost in the deep blue of his eyes. “My love,” he whispers only for you to hear, “let me explain.” The second half wins, and you turn slowly, noticing the entire ballroom is watching the scene with rapt interest. His eyes, as blue as the sky reflecting off the sea, have you unraveling before him. “Dance with me?” he straightens to his full height, letting go of your arm and holding out a hand, “please.” 

Your hand trembles as you bring it up and place it in his. The warmth that is usually so comforting seems to set your skin ablaze as you follow him to the middle of the ballroom. The music is slow, and you follow the steps with him in a carefully orchestrated dance. “Talk,” you whisper, “why did you lie to me?” 

“I didn’t lie,” he grins, “not exactly; I am still learning my trade, just like an apprentice.” 

You know all the eyes are on you, and you smile when he gives you a turn, stepping hard on his foot when you come around. He grunts but doesn’t stop the dance, continuing each step. “That wasn’t very nice,” he smiles and says under his breath. “Did you forget love? I know all your weaknesses.” His words light the fire in your belly, and you see the mischief in his eyes as the dance comes to a close. 

“Would you join me for a stroll in the gardens, Milady?” he asks loud enough for everyone to hear. 

“Your Majesty?” Sir Bedivere strides over quickly, “there are many ladies who wish to dance with you, my King; you wouldn’t want to insult them.” 

“I need to make sure to give each of the ladies my adequate attention. Isn’t that what you told me, Sir Bedivere?” he grins as the other man nods with a thin line of his lips. “I won’t be alone, don’t worry, Sir Tristan will be my guard.” He looks over at the Knight, who has several ladies of his own to tend to, who nods with great reluctance. “See?” he claps the older man on the shoulder and offers you his elbow. “Milady?” 

You don’t have much choice, taking his elbow and following him over the threshold and into the gardens. Sir Tristan follows several steps behind, and you walk into the sprawling greenery. When you are about halfway in, he turns with a whistle, “Oi, Wet Stick, bugger off for a bit; we need to have a chat.” 

“You know this bird, boss?” he asks with a raise of his brow. 

“Yeah, she’s the one I asked you to bring the invitation to,” you look up at him, alarmed. 

“You invited us? Well, aren’t you just full of surprises,” you huff and walk further into the orchard part of the gardens, far from the prying eyes of the partygoers. 

“Shit,” he follows quickly behind, and you hear Wet Stick snigger and walk off in the other direction. “Wait, darling, please.” 

You whirl around with a finger pushing into his chest, “What game are you trying to play? Find some pretty peasant girl, make her fall in love with you, and then embarrass her in front of all the Nobility in England. Was that your game?” You walk away from him and pace back and forth, “I can’t believe I was so naive to think you cared.” 

“I do!” he reaches for you and holds you by the shoulders to face him, “I do care, love. I didn’t want you to love me because I was a King, I wanted you to love me! Arthur, the man, not the crown. I never lied to you,” you glare at him with a hand gesturing to the crown on top of his head, “okay I neglected one small detail.” 

“One,” you huff out a laugh pushing away his hands, “one small detail?! Arthur, you’re the fucking King of England! I’m only a poor seamstress, with an insufferable widowed mother, who only dreams of becoming a part of the upper class!” You feel the tears swell in your eyes as the truth all comes crashing down on your shoulders; the man you’ve been in love with for months is unreachable; theres’ no way he can marry you. 

“Listen to me,” he reaches for you again and takes three enormous strides pushing your back up against one of the apple trees. “Look at me.” 

Your mind won’t slow down, “what was your goal with having us come tonight? So you could shame me? Show off to the nobility that you are one with the people? Do you fuck every peasant girl you meet?” 

“Listen to me!” he shakes your shoulders, and your eyes widen, looking up to see him. “Listen to me,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to your own, “there was no game. I saw you in the market ten months ago when I was in the city.” 

“Ten months ago? I’ve only known you for six….”

“I didn’t know how to approach you; I couldn’t just go up to you and say hello I’m the King of bloody England, fancy a pint?” You can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips, his curving up at the edges. “So I dressed in my old clothes, snuck out of the palace, and started slowly talking to you. Then we went for a walk, and I couldn’t stay away. You’ve bewitched me, love. My love for you is more powerful than the magic of the Mage.” 

“Honest?” you ask quietly with trepidation, “do you mean that Art?” He smiles at the nickname he gave you, leaning down to kiss your lips softly. 

“Promise, love. It’s only ever and will only ever be you.” He runs his hand against your cheek, and you lean into his touch, letting yourself breathe for the first time all evening. 

“I love you too, Arthur; I’m in love with you.” His eyes soften as he gazes down at you. 

“We have to go back soon,” he whispers, kissing you softly, “but do you think we got time for?” He wiggles his eyebrows, and you smack his arm with a laugh. 

“Is that all you think about?” 

He grins and takes a step back, “turn around,” he whispers with a wink. You turn around slowly, gasping when your hands are pressed further into the tree trunk. “Quiet love, don’t want anyone to hear us do we?” 

He moves quickly, unlacing the top of your corset and peeling the back open, letting it fall to the ground, your breasts sagging with the relief of being free. He palms your breasts, placing rough, scratchy kisses over your exposed shoulders. His hands come around to his waist, and he pushes up several layers of your skirts, reaching for your pulsing heat. He turns you around, and you reach your hands quickly down to palm him through his leather breeches. 

Your hands falter on the fabric, and you look down with wide eyes, “I-I made these,” your voice shakes, “they were commissioned a few weeks ago.” You look up to meet his warm eyes as he nods. 

“I wanted to support you, and you are the best seamstress in the city. Only the best for the King,” he murmurs, almost shy.

“Well then, my King,” his eyes darken, “I will need to show my appreciation.” You tug open the breeches, and he slips them down his thighs, lifting your skirts the rest of the way. 

He fumbles with the layers, and you giggle at the annoyed look on his face. “I swear, when we marry, I demand you just walk around naked at all times. These skirts are ridiculous.” 

You don’t have time to respond, the words caught in your throat, as he lifts you and slides inside with ease. “Fuck, always so wet for me, love,” his hips snap inside you, and his mouth tangles with yours, swallowing your moans. 

“Arthur,” you moan, feeling him stretch you on his majestic royal cock. This is not the first time you’ve fucked, having given Art the apprentice your virginity in the woods several months ago, but this was the first time you’ve fucked Arthur, the king, and he didn’t disappoint. 

“That’s it, love, let me hear you, but only me, don’t want any of them damn nobles to know I already made my choice. That I already fell in love months ago with a beautiful seamstress in the market.” He grunts, and your cunt flutters around his cock with every word. The love between you flowing over with each thrust of his hips. 

“I- ah, I love you, Arthur,” you whimper against his neck, slick with sweat. The air is thick tonight, the incoming storm leaving the air thick and dripping. 

He pulls back to look at you, punctuating each word with a snap of his hips, “I love you, you’re my Queen, always have been.”

You buck your hips against him, cumming with a silent cry, head thrown back in ecstasy. He thrusts three more times, and then you feel him cumming deep inside you, thick and warm it dribbles down the inside of your thighs. He’d never done that before, always pulling out at the last moment. You open your eyes and look at him; his pupils are wide, almost black as he stares at you.

“Now they can’t say anything,” he mumbles, and you furrow your brow. “You may be carrying a little Prince or Princess now; I have to marry you.” 

You grin at what he’s done, his cock still buried inside you. “You’re naughty,” you giggle. 

“I’m naughty?” He asks with a smirk, “your parents would be royally disappointed if they saw what you have on right now. Even more so at what I’m thinking about doing to you.” 

“And what’s that?” You shift your hips, and his eyes widen as you tighten around his cock. 

His eyes soften, and he cups your cheek gently, bringing your lips softly to his own. The rub of his beard is rough on your cheek as he moves to your ear, “I’m going to end this party early and show you. I already made my choice a long time ago. But, are you ready?” He pulls back, looking deep into your eyes, “Can you stand by my side and love Arthur the King, as much as you love Art, the apprentice?” 

Your heart catches in your throat, blood roaring in your ears at his words; you lean into his hand warmly and on your cheek and close your eyes. Opening them slowly and looking into the sea of blue, “I love you, all sides of you, that doesn’t change because of a shiny crown and a title.” 

He slowly pulls out, and you whimper as he lowers you back to the ground, pulling down your skirts and fixing your corset. You both work in silence to be presentable again, his eyes bright as he smiles at you, “Then, let’s go,” he murmurs, reaching for your hand, “I think it’s time to announce our engagement.” He snickers as you walk along beside him back towards the party. 

“What are you laughing at?” you chuckle, watching his eyes filled with mirth. 

“Your mother is going to faint,” he laughs beside you. 

You groan and roll your eyes with a laugh, “Good, maybe she will be quiet for a few moments.” 

He booms out a laugh and pulls you close, kissing the top of your head, “oh my love, our life will never be boring.” 

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