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"i'm not easily impressed by people, but you're stronger than i gave you credit for." - from Jin!!
SENTENCE MEME BALDUR'S GATE 3 / PART TWO
"You've got a weird eye for strange beasts then." The comment is offhanded but not at all made in annoyance. As far as Sebastian was concerned it was the simple truth. Most hollows looked like weird freaks, arrancar came in many shape and sizes but not once did he meet one that looked like him. His size alone made for an intimidating figure, much less the rest of his near otherworldly look. "Well it usually keeps the freaks away, I'll give it that."
Sebastian flicks his wrist, shaking drips of blood off his claw like figures. Usually he resorted to simply using his firearm to fight. Today, he was caught off guard. Having to resort to more brutal tactics, beating, tearing, ripping apart his enemy was enough to subdue the threat.
It had made a terrible mess, however...
"You don't look like a freak yourself buuuuut," his attention turned to the snowy haired man, Sebastian bright eyes study him, "I know better than to trust a normal looking fella. I take it you're not quite 'normal' if you're praising something like me."
Never one to beat around the bush, Sebastian did find there was a tinge of curiosity within him. Who was this guy and what did he want? Couldn't have been wares, only his fellow arrancar sought him out for that...
"I take it somethings on your mind but I'll put a stop to one. I'm not that strong, not enough to earn that kind of praise. I just do what I need to survive. If you're looking for a fight, I'm not looking to provide. I already made enough of a mess for one day, you get it?"
A bit of bark before his bite, that always threw the odd threats off. He didn't want to produce his firearm if he didn't have to, but if push came to shove...
#doomxdriven ( jin )#fish man ready to throw down if he needs to!#and ofc you're free to continue this if you'd like!#i need to type up the idea i have for sebs bleach verse it should be fun!
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âfor emergencies onlyâ â an oldman!joel miller drabble
main masterlist | ao3 pairing: oldman!jackson!joel miller x f!reader summary: joel has a lil' accident, but you know exactly how to help. or joel cums in his boxers a bit too early and you feed him a blue pill for endurance. a/n: uhm... yeah, hi? i promise you this fic wrote itself, i almost had nothing to do with it. i am so fucking feral over this man, can't flush him out of my system. lord have mercy... đââïž tags/warnings: 18+, mdni. pwp. filthy smut. joel cums in his boxers like the old man he is. mortified!joel but you make him feel good i promise <3 use of viagra. kneading the bulge, kissing the bulge, worshipping the bulge. pussy eating. face/nose riding. squirting. fingering. your slick is his hair gel (scent marking? idk). blowjob. you go cowgirl on him because the poor man can't do extraneous exercise, protect his bones. unprotected piv. creampie. age gap, no age gap, your choice. petnames. no description of reader other than afab. w/c: ~4.2k
Joel let go of a big sigh, knees cracking as he sat down on the couch. Even taking a shower was damn exhausting at his ageâhe preferred it when you scrubbed his back in the bath, massaged his biceps and forearms, gently squeezed his dick while the movement created rippling waves in the water.
Heâd only managed to comb through his dry, silvery curls, to throw a worn shirt and some loose boxers on, before he needed to take a break. He was getting too old to go on long, extenuating patrols. Perhaps Joel should take up Tommyâs offer and solely focus on managing the construction in Jackson. Heâd have more time with you that way too.
His mind was drifting away, thinking about all the things he would do to you in his free time, when his most delicious desire materialised in front of him. His precious little thingâyou.
âWhy are you so lonely over here, handsome?â you teased, lips curling into a sinful smile.
You lost no time, sitting beside him, snuggling up to his side. Joelâs arm draped around your shoulders instinctively, his fingertips tracing lazy circles on your collarbone.
âI dunno, someone didnât want to join me in the showerâŠâ he pouted slightly, a laugh tearing up your throat as you poked his ribs with one finger.
âI told you to wait for me, but youâre a grumpy old man who has no patience,â you reproached jokingly.
His eyes rolled back in exasperation, but you were right. Heâd just wanted to hop in the shower as soon as he got home, ready to dust off the fatigue of the day.
âWhatever,â he mumbled, shrugging.
His hand slowly moved away from your collarbone up to your neck. Carefully, his fingers dug around your throat, just enough for you to look up at him and gape for airâthe sweet pressure on your trachea making you gasp like a little fish out of the water.
âGive your old man a kiss, will ya?â he husked, bowing down his head.
You reached up to him, mouth agape, almost touching his lips. You froze there, your sight simmering with need, awaiting his permission⊠and when his eyes flicked with lust, you closed the distance and pressed your lips on his.
The kiss quickly became sloppy, your spit coating the stubble around his mouth. Muted, needy moans bubbled up your windpipeâan irresistible call of nature, silently begging him to give you what you wanted, what you needed.
How could he resist you? Joel simply couldnât, especially when your hand landed on his knee and the making out session came to an end, the tip of your nose tracing his jawline before you pressed a kiss to his beating jugular and buried your face in the crook of his neck.
Your palm squeezed the back of his hairy knee, slowly sliding it up his thigh whilst he manspread on the couch. His brown eyes tracked your every move, his legsâ muscles tensing as you playfully approached his groin. A pull in his soft tummy made him flinch when you reached the dip between his crotch and thigh, his cock hardening at the seductive tease.
A throaty moan rumbled through his chest when you tightly gripped the flesh of his inner thigh, thumb lazily stroking the outline of his shaft over the boxers.
âYouâre a bit starved for touch today, arenâtcha?â you nudged him, lips pressed against the shell of his ear.
His cock twitched.
âAnd whose fault is that?â he snapped back, nerves on edge.
You simply giggled, shaking your head as your hand finally cupped his growing bulge. Gently kneaded him, massaging his aching balls over the fabric. Joel could feel the warmth of your touch seeping through the boxers, compelling him to grow bigger, harder, thicker.
Your palm rubbed against the covered length of him, then dropped to his sacks againâand, irremediably, his hips bucked up, bare heels dug in the wooden floor. He thoroughly enjoyed it when you cupped his balls like thatâlovingly, languidly, exquisitely, taking the weight off him so he could find some bliss.
Seeing you so locked in on his pleasure, your tongue darting out to wet your lips⊠It just added to your appeal, another reason to love you. Because he didâfuck, yes he did, with all his fucking heart.
Suddenly, you squeezed his balls a bit too harsh, holding your grip as if your life depended on him, kissing his jawline. The unexpected squash on his testicles forced a moan out of himâand something else.
A firing pulse took a hold of him, surging down from his spine directly into his balls, and inevitably his cock throbbed with releasing strength. Joel couldnât have stopped himself even if he wanted to. He first felt the sticky warmth soaking his boxers, and his eyes quickly shot down to his lap.
There was a wet, growing spot on his underwear. Heâd fucking cummed in his boxers like an inexperienced teenagerâor the old man he was, despite how adamant he was to deny itâand he wasnât even fully hard yet.
Embarrassed wouldnât even start to cover it. Joel was fucking mortified.
His mouth ran dry, heartrate throbbing in his eardrums like a shameful cacophony. This had never occurred beforeâcumming way too early in his loose boxers, the proof right there for you to see, staining the grey fabric. It happened so fast, so intensely, Joel hadnât had the time to rein in his own orgasm.
His face flushed with abasement; the tips of his ears hot as embers. Unwrapping his arm from around your shoulders, Joel leaned back, his head slacking back and resting on top of the couch. He pinched the bridge of his nose, his free hand tight in a fist, before a trembling sigh escaped his lips.
âFuck, Iâm sorry,â he whispered, unable to look at you.
âOh, itâs okay, baby,â you replied reassuringly, your tone too sweet for the circumstances you both were in. Your hand wrapped around his wrist, forcing his hand out of his face. âThis just proves how much you love me, so much you canât even resist me. Itâs hot.â
Joel finally had the courage to look you in the eye, a cocked brow showing his disbelief.
âHot? You think itâs hot I just came in my boxers with a lilâ tugging?â he repeated out loud, unable to believe what you just had said. âIâm not even hard, sweetheart. Itâs⊠humiliating.â
You nodded to his question, your top teeth sinking in your plump bottom lip. Your eyes locked in on his as your hand travelled down his frame, your thumb stroking the obvious wet spot in his underwear.
âMhm,â you cooed with a playful grin. âVery hot, not humiliating. And I can fix that. Fix him so we can have a good cuddle.â
âI donât think I canâŠâ you silenced him with a kiss before you got up from the couch and disappeared into the kitchen without another word.
A minute later you were back, towering above him with a sinful little smirk, one hand hidden behind your back.
âOpen your mouth,â you requested.
âHuh?â
âJust open it for me, please?â you dragged the last word, blinking rather exaggeratedly.
Joel huffed his disagreement, but ended up obeying. His tongue slid out, patiently waiting for whatever you had in mind. With a flourish, you opened your fist to reveal a blue pill. His eyes lighted up in understandingâhe thought he had run out of viagra.
âI always keep a secret stock,â you confessed, reading his mind. âFor emergencies only.â
Slowly, you set the pill down on his tongue, your thumb caressing the tip of his wet muscle before you retreated to let him close his mouth. Before Joel could swallow, you bowed down to kiss him, your tongue pushing the pill down his throat with a little needy moan.
His Adamâs apple bobbed, the pill secure in his belly now. It was just a matter of time, but meanwhileâŠ
âLet me make it up to you, sweetheart,â he growled, the taste of your sweet cunt haunting him. âYou deserve to be eaten outâso thoughtful of your old man. Itâs what you enjoy most, right? Having your swollen pussy drooling all over my face, leaking into my mouthâŠâ
His words had an immediate effect on you. Joel knew exactly how to get you offânot that you needed any more encouragement. Your clit was already palpitating, your hole gushing for his attention. The promise of a good pussy eating was everything youâd hoped for after feeding him that viagra pill.
You straightened your back, ready to get started, and Joel slithered off the couch until he was sat on the floor, his achy back leaned against the bottom part of the sofa. He sat back a little, his head resting on the edge of the couch while your pants and underwear dropped to the floor.
âSomeoneâs eager,â he taunted when you kicked off your clothing to one side.
âOh, thatâs an understatement,â you exhaled sharply.
Joel curled one long, thick finger at you to invite you to sit on his face, and that was exactly what you did.
You knelt on the sofa, his head right between your thighs, and you anchored your hands to the back of the furniture. His warm breath fanned your pussy, a shiver running up your spine. His broad, calloused hands ran up the back of your legs, coaxing your ass cheeks apart so your slit would crack open for him.
âMy sweet girl⊠Youâre already so wet,â he tutted at you, pecking your perineum, the tip of his aquiline nose tickling your entrance. âYou really like your old man, donâtcha?â
You were about to answer when Joel lapped your entire seam in one smooth motion before his mouth latched onto your pulsing clit. You sobbed audibly, head lolled back, fingers curling tightly around the cushion of the backrest. Only managing a hushed âmhm,â Joel suckled on your throbbing nub again, pulling the hood back with his tongue.
A myriad of stars danced behind your eyelids when Joel gently nibbled at your bud, his middle finger sliding in your tight hole to rub that precise spot inside your cunt. He ate you out diligentlyâsucked, licked, bit, flicked your clit⊠rinse and repeat. Your pussy fluttered around his finger, your moans louder than they should have been considering the thin walls of the house. Sensing your desperation, Joelâs finger slipped out with a pop, to quickly fill your drooling entrance with his tongue.
It was too muchâdeliciously so. When you thought youâd had the best head ever, Joel always outdid himself. His wet muscle thrusted in and your pussy reciprocated with stuttering squeezes on his tongue. He didnât falter, not even for a breatherâas if he was trying to pull something out of your cunt.
âJo-JoelâŠâ you mewled, half whimper, half prayer.
You were so drenched, you could feel a flood forming in your wombâa heap of your arousal waiting to drip into his mouth. A tight coil low in your belly with a strangling force, so intense your shut eyes were tearing up, the drops of your silent cries sliding off your temples. Joel didnât leave a spot unattended, worshipping your puffy pussy lips, your gushing hole, your thudding clit with his tongue and teeth.
Unable to rein in your own lust anymore, you dropped one hand and fisted his hair, forcing him to stay put, still between your trembling thighs. Your body was asking to take control, to let go of the tethers of decencyânot that you had much left anyway.
âWanna ride my face, hm?â Joel muttered with a shaky laugh.
âMhmmm,â you moaned, shaking your head yes, your bottom lip twitching.
âGo on, baby, use me,â and then he rolled your bundle of nerves between his teeth.
That was the last strawâhis words, your undoing. So you did exactly that. Still anchoring his head to the couch, you rocked your hips on his face, just once. His nose traced the entirety of your slit, catching on your clit, and you whined. A second later you were completely sat on his face, almost smothering him, while you rode not only his face, but specifically his nose.
Looking down, you saw his forehead reappear when your hips moved back. Every time you glided over him, the coil tightened and the flood dropped further down in your uterus. Stilling, you circled your waist on his mouth, and then resumed the riding.
It happened too quickly. Suddenly, the dam in your pussy just gave way, and you squirted all over his face while the most wanton moan tore up your throat, your vocal chords feeling raw from so much screaming. The biggest waveâno, tsunamiâof your life washed over you, your thighs quivering like crazy while you locked them shut around his head.
Joel eagerly drank everything you offered him, groaning below you like a thirsty man who had not tasted water in days. For a long minute you couldnât control the spasms of your cunt, dripping onto his nose, mouth and chin, your slick running down his neck and wetting the neck of his shirt.
Heaving, all your muscles finally relaxed, and you dropped to one side to release Joel from the imprisonment of your thighs. A side glance at Joel told you that he was licking off your juices from anywhere his tongue could reach, and that vision made you whimper again.
âI⊠UhâŠâ you mumbled, incapable of finding the words to describe what had just happened. âThat was⊠the best head youâve ever given me, you handsome old man.â
âYou mean the best head youâve ever had, full stop. Right?â he joked while he planted his hands on the edge of the couch to push himself up and sit besides you, his knees loudly cracking.
You laughed, nodding vehemently as you curled up to his side. His face was still wet from your cum, so you swept off some of it for him, kissing it away. The curls freely hanging over his forehead were damp with your slick too, and just that sight made your clit throb again. Raking your fingers through his salt-and-pepper hair, you combed it back with the product of your arousal.
âYou donât need hair gel if youâve got me,â you said with a smile, and Joel tsked before letting go of a hearty chuckle.
âMy personal hairdresser,â Joel quipped.
His laugh died in his mouth when your taunting hand flew to his bulge again. This time, he was extremely hard. Balls loaded and heavy, cock drumming.
âHowâs my toy doing? Ready?â It was a rhetoric question, you could feel how ready he was.
âAll⊠yours,â his words hitched, eyes darkening with a burning desire.
Without wasting another second, you knelt before him on the floor, his thighs spread open to house your frame. You couldnât resist to lean forward and kiss the wet spot on his underwear, stealing a quick taste. Licking off the stain, you gazed up at him.
Joel was watching your every move with predatory attention, his tight fists resting to either side of him. Trying to convey calmness, but you could feel the eagerness simmering under the surface.
You buried your face in his bulge again, rubbing him over the fabric with your mouth, lips and cheeks. Kneaded him with worshipping heed, pulling the textile between your teeth, drunk with the crispy, sticky sound the wet boxers made when they unglued from his damp cock. Feeling his heartbeat, you inhaled keenlyâhis scent swarming your senses.
You could spend hours like this, with your face tucked away in his groin, feeling the length of him hardening against your cheek. But you were anxious to shove him down your throat.
Your fingers curled around the waistband of his old manâs loose boxers, and Joel lifted his hips off the pillows just enough for you to pull them down his legs, tangled around his ankles. His dick sprung free, swaying in front of you like a tasty lollypop. Cockhead flushed and painfully red, the vein on his underside visibly pulsing, his heavy, full balls tightened up into the base of his dick. And then the cum heâd been so embarrassed about, topping his mushroom head and sliding off his shaft.
It really was a beautiful sight. You pushed his girthy length against his soft tummy and lapped at his balls first, to then find your way up his shaft until your lips sealed shut around his angry cockhead, cleaning off all his nutty spent.
Joel groaned above you, shifting his position ever so slightly, and was gentle enough to caress your cheek with his thumb before he gave you a soft smack.
âCareful not to choke, sweetheart. Take it easy,â he growled, words dying off when you pushed him down your mouth, the hoarse curls at the base tingling your nose. âEasy does it.â
With your mouth full, you gave free rein to your instincts. Took him out completely, a bridge of saliva linking your lips to the tip of his cock, and then shoved him down your throat again. You gagged and whimpered at the same time, precum and spit overflowing from the corners of your mouth. How the end of him hit your uvula, breaching past it⊠it was the most elated you had ever felt.
Your pace quickly picked up, and soon enough you were bobbing your head on his lap to the point that tomorrow youâd have a stiff neck. But it would be completely worth it. Sucking him off, your tongue swirled around his leaky cockhead to then nip at it. Closing your mouth, you slid his tip over your clenched teeth and lips, making a mess of your face.
âEaaaasy⊠Fuck, stop,â Joel tugged at your hair.
You had been so lost in the moment, you looked up at him bewildered. You didnât want to stop, you could never have enough of him. But realisation quickly hit. His balls were twitching against your chin, a sign that Joel was about to lose it.
âI could have my dick in your mouth all day and night, sweetheart, but I need your pussy now,â he husked, half plea, half threat.
Joel relaxed against the couch when you got up to your feet and straddled him, your knees sunk in the pillows to either side of his legs. Reaching behind you, you grabbed at his throbbing cock, gliding it over your entire slit until it hitched in your entrance.
Biting your lip down to stop a slutty moan from coming out, you locked eyes with him. Watching his façade tumble down every time you descended on his lap was one of the most beautiful sights. So slowly you impaled yourself, taking in how Joelâs face loosened up, his hands firm on your hipsâhow the crowsâ feet kissing the corners of his chocolate eyes would smooth out, how his cheeks would flush, how his nose would do a cute little scrunch, or how his lips would part, letting out a heavy sigh.
Joel tried to fuck up into you when you lifted your hips and you tutted at him, pinning him down so he wouldnât move.
âNuh-uh. Iâm doing all the work tonight, baby. You just lean back and relax, let me fuck you,â you warned him, an edge to your tone advising him to refrain from complaining.
Heâd been on patrol out all dayâyou knew how tired he was, how his old manâs bones would crack with the gentlest of moves.
âButââ
âNo, no buts. If you stay still and behave, Iâll let you come inside. Be good for me, please,â you cooed, your mouth moving against his with every suggestive word.
Joel finally grunted in agreement, and the smile on your face couldnât be widerâeven your cheeks hurt. Despite how badly you wanted to say âgood boy,â you didnât press your luck. Joel was quite dominant, but you enjoyed these subtle shifts in your relationship when he was very tired. So tired you could boss him around with no reprimands.
Once he had settled down, you began riding him, his reassuring hands kneading your hips for encouragement. At first it was slow-paced, his cock lazily swallowed by your labia only half-way through. With every pump, you let him slide a little bit deeper, sweet desperation building up behind his adoring eyes.
And after a few minutes, you were bouncing up and down on his throbbing shaft with heavy, quick dives. You laced your hands behind his neck for support, your forehead resting on his, your sweats mixing. Every time he exhaled, you inhaled his needy groans, high with the passion burning between you two.
His cock filled you up to the brim, especially when he was fully seated in your crying cunt. His tip would kiss your cervix, sending firing signals up your spine, numbing your mind. He was so girthy, your inner walls parted like the Red Sea to greet him, to house him. Every time he pulsed inside, your pussy squeezed him hardâas if they were talking to each other. Joel was the perfect fit to you, in every fucking sense.
His cockhead dragged along your anterior wall, putting pressure on the exact spot that always had you gushing. You were so close to nirvana, you could almost touch the sky with your fingertips. Understanding how close you wereâprobably because your pussy was uncontrollably fluttering around himâJoel took it upon himself to tip you over the cliff of your pleasure. One of his hands flew to your clit, pressing tight circles on your nub as you, quite literally, jumped on him like a demon possessedâand your whole brain short-circuited right there and then.
âCome for you old man, sweetheart. Squirt all over my cock, drench my lap. Wanna feel her sing around me, milk me fucking dry until my balls are completely empty,â Joel husked against your lips, his thumb quicker on your clit now, pushing back the hood to expose your bundle of nerves to his incessant touch even more. âCan you do that for me, hm?â
You did exactly that the moment Joel stopped petting your clit and, instead, he gently tapped at it with four fingers, the squelching sound driving you crazy. The clapping of skin on skin driving you wild. You finally came, screaming at the top of your lungs, while your hips stuttered above him. Incapable of maintaining any pace now, you sat on his lapâhis thudding cock buried down to the hilt in your quivering pussy, the best orgasm of your life hitting you at once.
Your entire body was quaking, your pussy flitting arrhythmically as the last squirts left your insides. Joel was throbbing inside you, grown to a point you thought he might explode. And with the last bit of energy, you clamped down on him as strongly as you could, burying your face in the crook of his neck.
âFuck, thatâs it, sweetheart,â Joel moaned loudly, head tilting back against the couch.
He pulsed one last time, and then finally filled you up. His cum flooded your pussy with long, thick ropesâso much that it was soon gushing out, mixed with your own arousal. It was warm and comforting, knowing that his seed was safe in your cunt. You squeezed once more to completely drain his balls, and he gifted you with some more drops.
You hummed in approval, so satisfied you almost felt sleepy. Joel smacked your right buttock and then hugged you around the waist, feeling your weight on him like a blanket. Neither of you moved, his cock still snug inside your pussy, your breathings loud and heavy.
âWe still have a couple of hours before they serve dinner in the community hall. Canât go anywhere in this⊠state,â Joel snickered, kissing your cheek.
âGonna have to take care of this for you, ainât I?â you whispered, batting your eyelashes at him before you grinded your hips on his lap. Your clit twitched in response, overstimulated. âI need a minute though, I feel like my whole nervous system is on fire right now.â
âTake as long as you need, sweetheart. I could be here all day right until the last minute,â he muttered, his hands gliding over the sweaty skin on your back.
âYouâll need to at least take a shower before we leave. I made a mess of your hair,â you laughed, nudging the vein on his neck with the tip of your nose.
âNo, I like this hair gel better. I ainât washing my hair.â
Your eyes shot up to him. The mere idea of him leaving the house with your slick dampening his hair, him being in public bathed in your pussy scent⊠while talking to others, fully claiming him as yours⊠Right then, you brain chemistry was changed forever.
Your clit throbbed, and you purposefully clutched around his still hard shaft.
âIâm ready again.â
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I get a little annoyed when people's complaints about zosan stray into the "Sanji would never fall for Zoro because of personal hygiene issues" territory. Mostly because I feel like it involves a fundamental misunderstanding about their dynamic and also Sanji as a character.
First of all, Sanji smokes cigarettes and cooks seafood and shit. Even if he does shower daily, there is no way he smells like a rose garden. So there's that.
Second of all, Sanji is a COOK. You literally cannot be a cook if you're afraid of getting your hands dirty, if you're afraid of working up a sweat. He knows the value of hard work in that regard. For his craft, Sanji gets all up in some fish guts, he hunts, he cleans, de-feathers, skins, butchers whatever creature they've managed to hunt - come on y'all. That is not a man that would be a germaphobe. He keeps his workspace and himself clean cause that's the mark of a good cook, but the man would have no qualms about getting dirty. He ain't squeamish.
Third, Sanji's entire thing is that he ACTS like a refined gentleman, but he's a little bit batshit crazy in the same way all the strawhats are. He's one of the monster trio for a reason! They're all freaking unhinged, Sanji's first reaction to seeing sea monsters is to yell that he wants to cook it. He's fought so many battles, I've no doubt that there's blood soaked into the soles of his fancy loafers, caked into some of the hems of his suit pants. My point being that while him acting like he's a gentleman with "refined tastes" is no means deception (he probably has excellent taste when it comes to dining) he also doesn't fit that description entirely. He strives for it, in order to maintain an image, and it also plays into his whole "ladies man" thing as well. But he's not actually a refined gentleman in our traditional interpretation of the word. He's down to slum it if needed, and will kick a person's ass for not finishing a soup that has a bug in it because it would mean wasting food. Also the man has worn orange crocs. Refined my ass.
Fourth, you can deny it all you want, but Zoro and Sanji have always been and will likely always be, two people that match each other's freak. And by that I mean that all it takes is Zoro muttering one little disparaging comment, and Sanji is immediately there, ready to throw down, dirt and sweat be damned. If he were to complain about Zoro's supposed bathing habits and shit, while I don't doubt some of it would be genuine complaint, it probably would mostly be because it would annoy Zoro. But when it comes down to stuff Sanji actually gives a shit about, hygiene would probably not be high up on that list. He is 100% that motherfucker that would get heart eyes over Zoro eating sugar onigiri out of the mud to spare a little girl's feelings.
I get annoyed by people using that argument as if it's a legitimate reasoning for why Zoro and Sanji wouldn't get together. Like what impression of Sanji do you have in your head? You think the dude that constantly knocks foreheads with Zoro during their antagonistic (gay) posturing would get squeamish about Zoro being a little sweaty? Sanji can be your babygirl if you want, but we gotta stop acting like he's the type to get squeamish over stuff like that - there's no way that out of ALL the issues Sanji has yet to work through locked up in that pretty noggin of his, that personal hygiene would be the hold up on a relationship between these two. The zosan dynamic is Sanji complains loudly about Zoro being a disgusting brute and then will turn around and roundhouse kick a man's head off. Like yes, Sanji. That's not the pot calling the kettle black at all.
None of this is a complaint btw. That's literally my favourite part about Sanji, and Zosan as a whole. Sanji wouldn't be nearly as interesting if he was just a gentleman. Zosan wouldn't be as compelling if they weren't two lil peas in a pod, equally as unhinged. The only difference is Zoro puts literally no effort into trying to hide his level of derangement. Which is also very in character for him, btw.
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wardance, romance, and neutron bombs
jing yuan x nameless! reader. 1k words
crisis diverted and peace retrieved, the general caught you running around luofu catching the dust that settles.
the luminary wardance was an eventful experience.
the exhilaration of reclaimed peace keeps everyone afloat as much as how the loss weighs them an anchor. for you, a Nameless, itâs only natural to do what you can to help in these precarious times!
returning lost packages in stargazer navalia. passing by the seat of divine foresight and hope to meet general jing yuan. finding depressed broken cycranes in the exalting sanctum. checking general jing yuan-recommended puffergoat milk in aurum alley. throwing away suspicious package littering the starskiff haven. stare at the sky and imagine general jing yuanâs eyes-
âfudge! son of a!ââ
âah, careful, there.â
âân-nice beautiful man..??!â
your voice chokes like a fish gasping on land. a warm hand steadies the box in your hands, the other keeps your waist still from a doom dive the viridescent stairs.
âi see you have been busy. luofu is truly blessed to have your assistance. but please, donât let yourself get injured.â
thereâs only one person with that kind of gentle voice. and itâsâ itâsâ
âhas someone been asking you to do these errands?â
a petal from the ambrosial arbor drifts upon his face. you see forsythia as you gaze into the gentle, golden irises of the sleepy general.
in flesh. oh. in flesh?
(ahh. heâs truly, verily prepossessing. his arms are very secure. with the kind of gentleness that evokes the desire of domesticity.)
(canât you just marry him, actually? who cares about trailblazing?)
â(Name)?â
âyes!â
jing yuan takes a step forward in worry when you jerk backwards, though your feet landed in the good fortune of a steady staircase this time. you miss the generalâs safe arms as quick as how your common sense dictated you to not exploit the close proximity. but for your dignity, at least, you attempt to paint what you hope a thoroughly normal, reasonably reserved smile.
well, you failed, simply.
âgeneral! thank you! i didnât expect to see you here! erm, sir!â your palms are clammy against the cardboard box. âand no one forced me, if you still ask. iâm just doing it.. in the name of the weddingâ err... the Nameless.. trailblaze, yes. that. haha..â
the general gives you a closed eye smile. (and a preceding single raise of brow. but you turned a blind eye and refuse to think that the general has noticed your battered dignity).
âhaha, arenât you a sprightly little sparrow?â he lets out a loose chuckle, and you think you can die happy, anyway. âthings have quieted down. i reckon a stroll will be prudent to see how everyone fares.â
âa stroll?â
âa stroll, yes.â
âŠ
âr-right! a small break, and to oversee how everyone holds. a pleasure to cross paths here, sir!â
jing yuan shakes his head with amusement, âcould I trouble you by joining you for a moment, (Name)? allow me to extend my gratitude on behalf of all luofu. the alliance is the astral expressâ ally. youâve done more than enough.â
a sudden formal words of appreciation!
ây-yes of course!â you scratch the back of your head, âitâs.. iâll be sure to relay the words to everyone. thank you, general.â
ah.
you wished the general would have opted to pat your head instead. the mole on his cheek seemed more vivid when he speaks. or is it his golden eyes? his pretty laugh?
laugh?
when your eyes refocused, the laugh is, in fact, sourced from the man perpetually orbiting your waking dreams.
âno need to be so stiff, (Name). there will be no more duties pushed upon you.â
âi-i donât mind. ready on standby, general!â
âis that so?â jing yuan, at this point perpetually delighted by whatever you do, leisurely strolls along beside you, mouth curled in an easy curve. âwhen you are free, could you please spend some time sparring with yanqing?"
âif general thinks iâm capable, then yes, general!â
âah, speaking of... the teahouse sent over a collection of new releases from immortalâs delight. i canât finish the batches of tea, but didnât want to refuse the teahouseâs goodwill...â
âi will head over as soon as possible to help, general!â
âon that note, I wonder whether you have the time for another game of xianzhou starchess as well?â
âyes! yes! I will not waste your past teachings. anything for you, general!â
âthen, what of staying in luofu with me?â
you almost repeat a nod in obeisance. but the brain sooner short circuits before it processes the last clause of his proposal.
proposal.
proposalâŠ
system hours slow down. you can hear the drop of a coin from the shop across the streets. witness the creation of the universe, the cosmic ripples from carcasses of dead aeons, the thread of fate dictating the universe. what did he say again?
soberness arrive in the form of warmth on your shoulder.
âapologies, (Name). I jest in good nature.â jing yuan starts, âI know the path of trailblaze entails tracing the vast universeâs untouched trails. and I know that spirit burns bright within you. who am I to tie down a sparrow bound to the skies?â
you were almost that close to pipe a, âwho cares! itâs you!â
alas. rejoice that the spirit of akivili slapped your brain in time to force a polite cough from your throat.
"well," you shift in your feet, half in mourning for the inevitable parting and half in lighthearted giddiness. âwe can always visit luofu, and you are welcome to the express, too, general.â
jing yuan hums, content watching the bustling shops and streets. âthat I am very grateful for your kind welcome.â
colored in his tone, painted in the subtle visage, you can hear a mixâalthough not potentâof melancholic acceptance. jing yuan is a man who has made terms with too many losses and enough unattainable dreams. you have talked of how his childhood dream as a galaxy ranger who roams the universe, of a shadow of an old friend when he sees dan heng, of the foxian nameless who left naught but a name. all the moments, with his distant expression, he eventually disregards in one same breath.
he seems to notice your gaze, as he looks back to you with an inquisitive tone, (and if he had worn the same distant, longing expression at your person, you never caught it, and jing yuan knows best to not let himself linger).
ââ(Name)?â
âuh? sorry?â
that placating face marks another gentle, slightly charmed smile, âunfortunately, I think Iâve cut you off long enough from your agenda today. what were you doing?â
the spotlight is suddenly pressed on the box in your hands.
âoh, right, itâs nothing, general.â you readjust the cardboard cube.
âI found a bomb and it marked my bio sensors. something about exploding if Iâm out of its proximity.â
âpardon me?â
this was supposed to be crack but please ignore the cringe either way. itâs from an actual quest if anyone wants extra jades and jy content!
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The sun to me
Chapter IV. The sprout.



pairing: hwang hyunjin x afab!reader
word count: 3.5k
chapter summary: between the gentle stillness of the flowers, a seed is planted to make love grow.
warnings: hyunjin's parents are shitty people here
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đ Petunia - wanting the comfort of another person (a token of kindness to new neighbors or friends).
Hyunjin awakens even earlier than the sun that morning, quickly getting ready to leave the house before anything can disturb the comforting silence dancing around him.
He takes his camera and stands in front of his suitcase, the only things he didn't unpack are the tools he needs for painting.
He sighs, grabbing a sketchbook, his pencil case and his paintbrushes with only a few colors he'd need to paint the sunrise on a beach.
He stuffs everything in his backpack and makes his way downstairs as quietly as he could, the creaky stairs making it difficult to be invisible.
After breakfast and a good dose of caffeine, Hyunjin makes his way out of Isaac's house.
The sun isn't even properly out yet and it's eerily quiet around him, even more so than it was when he'd first arrived to the island. Usually, he would drown out the silence with music in his ears, but for some reason he feels that any kind of sound right now would disturb the whole world order.
He's even trying to walk as quietly as he can, like a cat stalking the street, not making a sound.
As he arrives closer to the pier, a figure appears scrunched over and sitting down, turned towards the sea. He can't see much of the person, just that they are buff and wearing a black windbreaker jacket, the hood pulled up over their head.
As he walks slowly towards them, in the slight darkness, he makes out that the person is fishing.
They roll their shoulders slowly for a moment before the fishing rod gets tugged on and the man grips the reel handle, fighting with the creature on the other side.
He manages to reel it in just as Hyunjin approaches him, watching in awe as the man takes out a fish and it lands on the ground with a splat, scaring Hyunjin as it wiggles around, hitting the floor with its tail in a desperate attempt to breathe.
The man mutters something before grabbing it and looking up at Hyunjin, letting out a hearty laugh.
"Careful, it bites!"- he jokes, waving the fish towards Hyunjin making him jolt again before he throws it into a bucket.
"Sorry, didn't mean to disturb you."- Hyunjin clears his throat as he speaks for the first time that morning. Feeling awkward, he decides it's best to leave the strange man alone.
Before he's able to walk away, the man's voice stops him.
"You're that boy staying at Isaac's house?"- he asks.
Hyunjin turns and looks at the man, who has now pulled down his hood, revealing luscious black hair, making him look ten years younger than when only his worn out face was visible.
"Yes."- Hyunjin nods.
"Name's Delmar. Tell Isaac I have some catch for him. And if he or you for that matter wanna join me in my fishing adventures, you're more than welcome to."- the man smiles kindly, putting Hyunjin at ease after the whole fish in the face ordeal.
"Sure, I'll let you know."
"What's your name, kid?"
"Hyunjin."
"Nice to meet you, Hyunjin. Make sure you take some pretty pictures of our little island."- Delmar winks, pointing at the camera resting on Hyunjin's chest.
He promises to do so before bidding his goodbye to Delmar.
Hyunjin walks away towards the little forest you took him through, the sun starting to peak between the leaves of low bushes.
He shakes his head, thinking about the somewhat strange man he just met on the pier.
Lost in his thoughts, he arrives to the hidden cove before he knows it, almost like he got transported there.
He strolls on the beach before finding a nice spot as the sun keeps rising in the sky, slowly waking everything up, bathing it in it's glow.
He takes a few pictures for good measure before willing himself to take his sketchbook out.
He sits down, pencil in hand as he listens to the waves and his own breathing, quiet and slow, a contrast to the waves crashing on the rocks near him.
Hyunjin starts to sketch and remembers.
"Let's see."- his mother hovers above him, as he lowers his hand from the easel, still clutching onto the paintbrush dipped in red.
"Is it okay now?"- he asks in a small voice, tear stains on his puffy cheeks.
"No, it is not! You think this crap will get you into the academy? That's laughable. Can you do one thing right? Are you even my son? I swear it's like I found you on the fucking street or something. Start again."- his mother's voice is low but dripping with venom as she takes another sip of her martini, and Hyunjin hiccups as she throws the canvas to the floor.
"You're not getting up until you do it right even if it takes you all night."
Hyunjin remembers painting all night with eyes blurry from his tears, a constant onslaught of salty water dripping down his cheeks and into his lap, mixing with the paints he held in his hand, transferred onto the canvas his heart bled on.
He remembers wanting nothing but her comfort and warmth, but her hands were always cold, her veins must've had ice in them, freezing her all the way to her heart.
He remembers his mother picking apart every little detail of every painting he ever made, driving him away from her so far that when he grew up, he screamed at her and told her never to come to his gallery.
She cried, but he felt nothing. Just like she didn't feel anything when she stood above him and tortured him for hours, days, years, almost making him hate the one thing he found love in.
The paintings he made furtively were the only thing helping him cope with her wrath and his father's disinterest, the flowers he painted, the ones that were so delicate and gentle, so quiet and peaceful, so pretty and intoxicating, so easy to love.
The flowers you nurtured with your hands and your chest so devotedly that the roots have intertwined with your very heart so much so that it became a beating, live flower.
Hyunjin finds it hard to breathe suddenly, like that fish on the ground, grasping for air and feeling foreign, suffocated and panicked. He grips the pencil, a tear sliding down his cheek and smearing the wave he was sketching a moment ago.
He closes the sketchbook with a thud and gets up quickly, shaking the sand off his jeans and packing his painting stuff away before he makes his way back from the cove, and away from the bad memories threatening to spill from his eyes.
It might be weird to someone who watches from the side, but every time you water your potted plants around the house, you caress their little leaves.
You think they can feel the care and love coming from your heart and traveling through your fingers as you gently brush them against the plant.
You think they grow better if they feel a gentle touch. Maybe you can't embrace them like you would a person, but just a little brush of the fingertips translates to the same thing when it comes to something as delicate as flowers.
A knock sounds on your door and you snap out of your thoughts, a smile forming on your face because you know who it is.
You straighten your dress and check yourself in the mirror for a second before you make your way to the door and open it with an excited swing.
Hyunjin stands there, his head lifting up from staring at his feet as he clutches his backpack and smiles warmly at you.
"Good morning."- he says.
"Morning."- you answer, entranced by the way his eyes roam around your face shamelessly, curiously, genuinely like he's trying to rememeber every little detail that makes up the beautiful you.
"Are you gonna let me in?"- Hyunjin smiles playfully with a rise of his brows and your face warms up in embarassment.
"Right. Sorry."- you chuckle awkwardly and step aside so he can come in.
Hyunjin looks around, your house is just what he thought it would be, bright with pastel yellow details and walls, potted plants everywhere, little ceramic trinkets and of course paintings of flowers on the wall.
It's warm and cozy, smells like flowers and home, sweet and loving just like you are in his eyes.
Hyunjin finds himself inhaling deeply, and finally being able to take a proper breath in, his lungs expanding and freeing him from the suffocating feeling that thinking about his family brought him.
"Do you want some coffee or tea?"- you ask as he follows you to the kitchen and sets his backpack on a chair.
"Coffee would be fine, thank you."
"Sit, please. Relax."- you chuckle at him as he stands next to your table awkwardly.
"Sure."- Hyunjin nods, sitting down and leaning his head on his hand.
"Did you paint these?"- he asks and you turn around to follow his eyes, which were glued to the paintings hung on your wall.
"Yeah, I did, a few years ago."- you nod.
"I didn't know you were a painter too."- Hyunjin chuckles, his knuckles rasping against your wooden table.
"I'm not."- you wave your hand as if to dismiss him. "Not like you. I mostly sketch as you saw."- you add.
"Can I see more?"- Hyunjin feels excited suddenly.
Looking into an artist's sketchbook is like taking a peak into their mind and soul, it's like reading their thoughts but not through words, only through the movement of their pencil against the paper.
"Ugh, sure."- you bite on your lip, hoping you have some sketchbook without the diary parts in it. You don't want Hyunjin to read your embarassing and dark thoughts.
You rummage through one of your shelves and find an older one, maybe from three to four years ago and give it to him, before going back to preparing the coffee for the both of you.
Hyunjin feels like a kid unwraping a present on Christmas as he opens up your sketchbook.
The paper is older and looks recycled, feels good under his fingers and probably even better under a pencil.
He brushes his fingertips against it as he looks at your sketches.
It's mostly different types of flowers, some still life and hands. You seemed to practice drawing hands a lot. Hyunjin wonders about it.
"You like drawing hands? That's like the hardest."- Hyunjin says as you bring the coffee cups to the table and sit down.
"Oh."- you blush, forgetting about that part of the sketchbook. "It's my mother's hands."- you add and flip a few pages to show him the slow deterioration you captured in your sketches, how her hands went from young and soft to bony and thin, skin shriveled up and veins visible.
"Her hands were her most important tools. I just... I wanted to capture them in drawings."
"I understand."- Hyunjin nods. "These are really good sketches, y/n."
"Thanks."- you chuckle, picking up your cup.
After taking a sip of coffee, you look back at the sketchbook.
"She really loved flowers."
"More than you do?"- Hyunjin smiles as he looks up at you.
"Probably. She loved them more than she loved me."
Something pierces through Hyunjin's heart.
He knows how you feel as you smile sadly, his mother was probably even worse than yours, she never once said she loved him in his entire life.
Not once.
Hyunjin swallows the lump in his throat and you notice he's struggling with something.
"You okay?"- you ask, tilting your head at him. "Is my coffee that bad?"- you try to lighten the mood.
"No, no."- he chuckles. "Coffee is delicious, I was just lost in thought for a moment."
You nod, deciding to not pry anymore.
"Did you go somewhere this morning?"- you ask, pointing to his backpack.
"Oh, I did actually. I went to that hidden cove you showed me. I wanted to try and sketch. I- ugh- didn't manage to do much but I did meet Delmar."
"Ah, you met Delmar."- you snicker.
"He scared me with a fish."- Hyunjin says, shaking his head left and right dramatically.
You laugh a little, your hand coming up to cover your lips.
"Delmar jokes around a lot like that. But he's a harmless dude."- you say.
"Glad to know that because I was actually scared for a moment."
You chuckle again and Hyunjin feigns offence.
"Sorry, it's just that Delmar would never even step on a bug. He laughs all the time, there's no one chirpier than him. Well, except maybe Barbara."
"Barbara?"
"Oh yeah, she's the resident cat lady. She somehow knew about you coming here."- you purse your lips, tapping your chin with your finger.
"She did?"- Hyunjin's brows furrow. "Hm."
He may need to talk to Charlie about that.
The thought of his manager and the life waiting for him outside the island feels bitter on his tongue, even more bitter than the coffee he loves.
The bitterness wraps around his heart and squeezes.
"So, it would be fine to go fishing with Delmar sometime?"- Hyunjin asks after shaking his thoughts away.
"Definitely."- you nod. "You wanna come see my garden now?"- you ask after a moment of silence.
"Yes!"- Hyunjin nods excitedly and you stand up, leading him through the back door.
He doesn't know what exactly to expect when it comes to your garden, but the beauty of it still takes his breath away.
Hyunjin can see that every plant is so carefully planted in their designated spot, probably even sorted by species or something, he's not as good as you are with understanding all the different types of flowers but he can see that you put in all your effort and love.
He's speechless for a moment, the luscious garden gives a soothing feeling to his soul and a longing blooms inside his chest, a longing to be touched by hands as kind as yours.
"Can I take pictures?"- Hyunjin asks, almost breathless and you let out a delighted giggle, throwing your head back for a moment.
"Take as many as you want."- you nod and he quickly runs back into your house to grab his camera.
You watch as Hyunjin takes pictures, his face mesmerized, eyes sparkling and lips pulled into a small sweet smile.
His rosy cheeks make him look even more endearing, surrounded by all the flowers you helped grow makes your heart swell so much so that you want to reach out and wrap your arms around Hyunjin, hold him dear to your heart.
You've never felt something like that hit you so hard and sudden, usually it was gradual and slow, usually you thought with your mind not with your heart, especially when you liked someone. You would calculate the positives and negatives, you would pick the person apart, pick yourself apart in little details until every little thing looked like a negative, ultimately making you give up.
But as Hyunjin turns towards you and smiles wide, something pulls you in, and you can't even get yourself to form a single thought except the word happy.
"Y/n?"- Hyunjin is suddenly closer to you, waving his hand in front of your eyes.
"Ugh- yes?"- you chuckle a little, snapping out of your trance.
"You said you wanted us to plant something together?"- he asks curiously.
"Oh right, I thought you could help me out with my petunias and maybe learn a thing or two. You know, physically working when your mind is stuck can help get the creative juices flowing again. At least it's like that for me."- you say, leading Hyunjin towards an empty spot in your garden.
"I do agree with that."- he nods. "Though, I go to the gym when I feel stuck. I may even be beyond stuck now cause working out didn't help."- he chuckles awkwardly.
"Don't think about it too much. Let's just get to work."- you smile and Hyunjin smiles back as you give him a pair of gardening gloves.
"Alright, what's first?"- he asks.
"Have you ever done any gardening?"
"Never in my life."- he shakes his head.
"Okay so, first thing's first, you have to know a little bit about the flowers you're going to plant. I chose petunias because now is the perfect weather for them, there's enough daily sunlight and also because they're easy to care for, perfect for beginners. They will bloom soon when the summer comes too."- you explain and Hyunjin listens, all the while nodding his head, his brows furrowed in concentration.
"There are different types of petunias too. The ones I chose are floribunda petunias. They're a hybrid of two other types and I chose them because they make excellent cut flowers due to their large blooms and long stems. So, I can use them in my flower shop too!"- you finish with a wide smile and an excited clap.
"That is a lot of information but I'm happy you shared all that with me."- Hyunjin chuckles and you smirk.
"There will be a test later."- you wave your finger at him and he laughs.
"Okay now. The next important thing is to choose the location, which I already did. Petunias need at least six hours of direct sunlight during the day, so I chose this spot where we're standing right now."
"Okay."- Hyunjin nods, looking around. "What do we do first?"- he asks and you chuckle at his eagerness.
"We need to prepare the soil with compost so we can improve the soil's fertility and drainage."- you say and Hyunjin nods again, looking a little lost which in turn makes him look even more adorable.
The two of you get to work, your hands on autopilot as you've done this a hundred times now, watched your mother do it even more times. Hyunjin is a quick learner, starting off too excitedly so you had to calm him down and remind him to be gentle and slow.
It was like a meditative state to be in, the two of you working in silence, close to the earth as both of you kneel, hands deep in the soil.
The sound of the birds singing in the trees makes the experience even richer, as Hyunjin slowly starts forgetting the scary world around him and the sad world inside him, concentrating only on this little pocket in space and time where the only things that exist are the earth and you.
"Now we plant the petunias."- you say.
"How do we plant them?"- Hyunjin asks, sitting back on his legs.
"We need to dig a hole that's slightly larger than the plant's root ball, place the petunia in the hole and then backfill it with soil. We also can't have any air pockets so we'll have to gently press the soil down to avoid them forming."- you show the movement to him. "Also we need to give them at least 30 cm apart so they can have proper airflow and grow."
"Okay, I think I get it."- Hyunjin nods. "I wouldn't want to accidentally hurt the flower."
"You won't, trust me."- you chuckle a little.
You get to work again, Hyunjin being a little clumsy at first, before he manages to follow your lead, his eyes carefully observing your working hands.
He repeats the motions, and you notice his intense stare, his plump lips parted, his eyes narrowed. Suddenly, the air shifts and it feels almost erotic to work in your garden with Hyunjin.
A spark of lightning shoots through your body at the thought of his hands on your skin like that, to feel the touch you've longed for, for what feels like forever.
You scold yourself for such thoughts, brushing them off, burying them into the earth beneath you as you continue to work.
It takes some time but you both manage to finish the planting process together, your souls feel full of wonder and something intangible that's now woven between the two of you, almost invisible but intricate like a spider's web.
"Wow, we did that."- Hyunjin says after the two of you stand up and you watch him water the petunias.
"We did."- you nod chuckling.
"It feels really good."- he chuckles too, both of you looking at each other with big smiles on your faces.
"Mhm, it does."- you find yourself almost falling into him. If anyone looked at the two of you from outside, they would call you lovers.
"Does it feel like this every time?"
"Every time is different. I've never done this with another person except my mother."- you say as you brush your dress off.
"Oh, I should feel honored then."- Hyunjin giggles sweetly, the sound falling perfectly between the colorful flowers adorning your lovely garden.
You don't think your heart has felt this full in a long time and if you said that to Hyunjin now, he would agree.
"I can't wait to see them blossom fully."- Hyunjin smiles.
"Me too. Maybe you could paint them then."- you smile back at him.
He agrees, thinking that maybe by the time the petunias fully grow into their shape, Hyunjin's hands will be untied of the burden he feels every time he holds a paintbrush between his fingertips.
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Fuck...ing mommy
â Pairing: Robert Fisher X Stepmom!Reader
â Warnings: SMUT, cowgirl, blowjob, handjob, p in v, boobies job, stepmom x stepson, kissing, age gap (Robert 25 and Y/n 39) mention of impotence and an unhappy forced marriage.
â Summary: After a mistake Y/n made things go pretty intense in the penthouse.
â Note: An AMAZING collaboration with @mrkdvidal1989 , a wild one. Hope you enjoy...đ.
It definitely wasn't a good day, at least not for Robert as he got out of the car, slamming the door out of anger. Maurice Fischer was in a horrible mood today, and he didn't have any issues with taking it out on his son. Whole day Robert had to deal with backhanded comments and getting called names on every minor mistake.
Thatâs why, as soon as his shift was over, he jumped into the car pulling off the parking lot as fast as he could. Fishing in his pocket for a card to enter the penthouse they were currently sharing because of the flood in his own apartment a couple levels lower.
The front door made a soft click noise as he entered, allowing him to enter and throw his suitcase on the couch with a deep sigh.
The silence echoing through the space was⊠unusual, but since it was one of the first times this year when he was home this early, he brushed it off. His stepmom was the usual one to keep the house, with her energy⊠she was probably busy, at that time, with the chores his dad had left her, so that was probably the reason because she wasnât near the front door, ready to greet him at the entrance, offering something to eat and a small talk.
The young man sighed loudly, his frustration clear as he tried to free himself from the tie that was getting tighter and tighter in his mind. His coat hanging where it should, his rich shoes resting right beneath.
A scoff escaping his lips when he saw a crease in the tie his mom had gifted him on his 18th birthday.. he needed to fix it, quickly. With a steady and quick pace he walked to his fatherâs bedroom to grab the number of their trustworthy dry cleaner.
His mind was long gone in the worries concerning his participation in business, and repeating the stressful situations that happened that particular day, so he wasn't paying attention.
As he walked in the room, his light blue eyes on the floor while walking with a goal, a feminine and sensual voice brought him back to reality, making him freeze in place. âHome earlier, huhâ the voice purred, attracting his gaze in a magnetic way.
His heart was beating like crazy at the view that he had in front of him⊠his stepmom was on all four, thin lacy lingerie âcoveringâ the best parts of her mature and feminine body, Her ass sticking out, up in the air as the fabric of the thong, almost completely trapped between her round firm cheeks⊠her back arched in a delicious way, allowing her round big breasts to press against the soft mattress, the lacy red cloth rubbing slightly against the quilts as she wiggled her butt and that way all her body. Her nylon stockings hugging her long legs, stopping mid-thighs, held by her matching garters in a teasing but extremely seductive way.
âBeen working all day, honeyâ she whispered, arching her back more. Robertâs body got more worked up as his eyes slowly widened and stared shamelessly at her, noticing the silky blindfold that covered her eyes⊠sinfully angelic, he thought.
âAll day long for youâ she interrupted his trance in a smooth, silky voice that caressed his mind in the most pleasurable way. It felt like⊠honey almost, buttery soft tone with a hint of desperationâ a deadly combination which on top of the unusually delicious sight, made his mind go blank, and his cock hard at an alarming rate.
With good timing, almost like she knew what she was doing, Y/n smiled, biting her bottom lip while she slid smoothly down on the bed, her body flat against the mattress⊠her round, perky ass was so noticeable, even in that position.
âI think I deserve a little reward, donât you agree?â she teased, making Robertâs gaze race back and forth from her barely covered body, to her beautiful face. Little reward? He chuckled internally. That poor lady, Robert thought as he remembered that she was sleeping with his old father.
I'd give you a huge one, his snug mind added, as his hard cock twitched in his pants.
The older woman rolled on her back slowly in a sensual way, her hands playing with her hair before she pushed her breasts together, tongue swirling over her plump lips.
âI need it. Now.â She breathed out, rolling over on her belly again. With the wine red blindfold still intact, she crawled upwards, towards the end of the bed.
Seeing that the situation was progressing with each second, Robert's mind tried to fight the desperate urge to just.. give her what she wanted, because he shouldn't.
Of course he shouldn't, after all it was his.. stepmother.
As soon as she reached blindly in the air, he couldn't help but not leave her hanging, he wanted to be a good stepson for her.
With one single step he closed the distance between the bed and his shins, as he stood right next to the bed.
With a hungry smile on her lips, she reached for his thighs, pressing her hands flat against the material of his expensive pants rubbing them up and down.
âMmm I've been hungry all day.â She murmured softly, biting her bottom lip softly brushing her face against his clothed boner⊠her tongue daring to come out to lick the fabric of his suit pants, before rubbing her cheek against it⊠letting a purr escape her. Damn if he was lucky that she was so disgusted by his father to have to wear a blindfold behind the closed door of their bedroom.
Consequently a long desperate sigh left her lips, which were pressed against Robertâs lower stomach⊠After she pulled it out of the pants,(donât like it) she reached for the button, opening it up with a swift move. Draping her little fingers over the band of his boxers, she slowly pulled them down with a smile.
A smile that quickly turned into confusion as a huge penis jumped out of the underwear, hitting her in the face. Knowing exactly how.. not well endowed Maurice was, her suspicions arose as she tried to wrap her hand around the massive girth, unsuccessfully.
Her blood run cold, she quickly got pale as worry and fear slapped her out from her horny state âMaurice-ââ she murmured, her voice cracking due to all the emotions.
Robert shivered, his mouth softly open, as he thrusted unintentionally forward, his leaking tip touching her slightly open mouth, smearing his precum against her lips⊠making her hand tighten around his thick cock and her body jolting back.
Y/n quickly removed the blindfold to reveal her wide eyes
âROBERT!â she exclaimed, jumping off the king size bed so that she could grab a robe and cover her half-naked self in pure panic and shock. âOh my god, dear. Iâm so sorry, I.. I thought it was your fatherâ she quickly explained, blaming herself without hesitance.. her view of her stepson innocent, seeing him as too young for this kind of thing.
Robert opened his mouth, attempting to say something.. anything as he tucked his rock hard cock back into his pants in a rush, his eyes staring at her tongue which cleaned her lips from him.
As soon as he managed to do so, they heard a slam of the front door.
âIâm home!â Maurice yelled in that typical, grumpy and annoyed voice. This man was forever unsatisfied.
Hearing it, Robert looked Y/n the eyes again, shooting her last apologizing look before retreating from her bedroom, and rushing to his own bedroom.
Y/n was frozen, standing in her room and hugging herself lightly, trying to shake off the guilt of the fact that⊠she liked the view of her stepson with his cock in her hand.
Admitting easily to herself that it was the most exciting sexual encounter she had for the last few years, ever since she married her husband⊠and the way his dick felt in her hand, she thought before quickly shaking her head. I need to stop, she added internally before heading to the bathroom to take a shower, rubbing her temples while trying to think about the chores she had to do before the day would have ended.
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The morning after the older woman woke up like usual, she prepared breakfast for everyone, leaving it in the kitchen before starting to take care of the house like the good housewife Maurice wanted her to be.
She managed to clean up their bedroom and the bathroom before she started to gather around the dirty clothes around the house, a soft music following her as she walked around. Entering what was Robertâs childhood bedroom without any worries, confident it was empty since the time and her everyday life would suggest that he was at work as well, since Maurice was long gone⊠in all the years ever since she joined the Fischer family, it was the first time for her to live together with Robert.
So it came up as an extreme surprise when she found him still in bed, his hair a handsome mess, a sleepy expression on his face⊠one hand on his stomach and the other behind his head, a clear visible bulge covered by the blanket that was covering him.
âOh gosh, sorry, darling. I thought you were already at workâ she explained, focusing her eyes on the dirty laundry basket, not noticing her stepsonâs lazy gaze traveling all over her body, taking in her outfit. Silky white shorts, a revealing almost see-through tank top that allowed him to see her bare chest under the white fabric⊠her hard nipples pressing against it.
Robertâs body getting more and more excited at the view, his already hard-rock cock twitching and leaking, almost wetting his pajama pants⊠luckily not the blanket as well.
âIâm here to take the dirty laundry, honey. Can you showââ she stopped mid-sentence, her eyes stopping on her stepson who was sitting on his bed, his morning-wood so deliciously noticeable now.
His veiny hands pulled up his shirt, revealing his muscular abdomen and hair path under the navel. As the shirt went up further, she couldn't tear her gaze away from his muscular pecs and smooth, broad shoulders.⊠short dark chest-hair peppering his upper chest in an almost aesthetic way. Y/nâs jaw fell slack, at the utter shock she felt.
In her eyes, he was always so⊠innocent. Delicate and broken.
The same man she saw as a boy⊠was now boldly looking her straight in the eyes with the confidence that made her feel intimidated. Something she hasn't felt⊠for a while.
Gulping the knot that formed in her throat, she kept staring even though Robert was witnessing her hungry gaze.
With one eyebrow raised in a cocky manner, Robert rose from his bed, standing a few feet across Y/n. Without a second of doubt, he pulled down his pajama bottoms, standing completely naked in front of a woman that should be⊠like a mother to him.
Y/nâs eyes were wide open, as the laundry basket fell to her feet. She wasn't able to hold it, not when that massive cock that she tasted not so long ago, stood proudly looking right into her eyes. The pink tip was leaking with a clear fluid as it throbbed slightly.
Robert picked his pajamas from the floor, coming closer as he handed it to Y/n looking down at her with a serious expression.
âThere you goâ he said in a low, raspy voice as his Adam's apple bobbed on his throat. He could see the hunger written all over her face, he just⊠needed to push a little further to make her take the first step.
Her eyes closed for a brief moment, she cursed under her breath while picking back up the basket, placing his clothes in it before trying to focus on something else⊠like the sock that âdroppedâ from the bushel.
The older woman shifted, bending automatically down to grab the piece of clothing and place it back in place⊠accidentally brushing Robert's erect cock with her round ass, earning a low grunt from him.
As the younger man shook softly because of the jolt of pleasure, Y/n's reacted immediately as the panic settled, making her turn around without thinking⊠so that she could check on her stepson, worried to have hurt him somehow.
âOh gosh, sweetie, sorââ she tried to apologize, freezing as soon as the leaking organ slapped her across the face making her gasps softlyâŠand Robert groan. He was so glad of her clumsiness.
Her eyes were blown out, her mouth slightly agape, while her body completely froze in place⊠the air making her notice the pre-cum which had painted her beautiful face.
âShit, mama, are you trying to kill me or something?â Robert murmured under his breath, his big hand now holding the base of it as his heavy balls tightened visibly, getting her attention immediately.
Robert noticed it, a mischievous smirk appearing on his lips as he gripped it harder. âAre you okay?â He asked with a hint of mockery in his voice.
It took her a moment to try to speak, words dying down her throat as she just hummed a confirmation⊠not really registering his question. Robert chuckled, seeing her state. He had the upper hand now.
His left hand slowly moved onto her head as she didn't move from the spot so close to him. His right hand stroked his length lazily as the other one caressed her hair gently, scratching her scalp softly.
âDo you need something, mum?.. huh?â he couldn't help but keep teasing, seeing her hungry eyes staring at his pulsing, veiny cock.
She glanced up, hearing the tone of his voice, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly before she finally spoke
âSeems like you're the one who needs something, eh⊠mommy doesn't like being mockedâ she informed him, licking his angry red tip without warmingâ collecting the pre-cum that was threatening to drop. He didn't expect it, at all, and his head flew back immediately, followed by a hiss, due to the sudden sensation of her warm tongue on his sensitive tip.
âFuck!â He spat out, grabbing a hold of her head.
His beautiful eyes fluttering shut as he felt the warmth of her mouth wrapped around him. His patience was basically non existent as he saw her, kneeling in front of him with his cock in her mouth. Robertâs hand pulled her head down, making her choke around his girthy member as he hit the back of her throat with each thrust.
His heart pounding inside of his chest as his hips speed up the pace, wet, slapping noises filling his bedroom in a sinful but delicious way. Robert couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight.
Y/n struggled to contain all of him in her throat, saliva dripping down her chin along with the tears that fell from her eyes. She was a mess, all because of him.
âThatâs a good mummyâ He hissed out, pulling her down and keeping all of his cock down her throat for a few longer moments.
Y/n silently prayed that he would let go of her head soon, as she couldn't breathe around his thick cock that filled up all of her throat to the brim. A musky, masculine scent hitting her nostrils since her nose got pulled against his pelvis⊠her chin making contact with his balls with each move, as he greedily kept pressing her against his body.
As time passed, her hands tried to claw his muscular thighs.. her nails digging in his pale freckled skin as a warning to let her go.
He finally got the message, pulling her away with a hiss as Y/n eagerly tried to catch a breath. His cock was a mess, completely covered with spit and throbbing. The red color showing how desperate he was for release.
âGet upâ He commanded suddenly, grabbing a hold of her shoulders before pulling her up.
As soon as Y/n got on her feet and managed to clean her face, she came closer grabbing his jaw suddenly⊠making Robertâs eyes go wide in surprise.
âLook, sweetheartâŠâ She started out before the other hand went to grab his needy cock.. a little too hard for his liking, causing him to wince.
âYou won't tell me what to do, baby. Iâm your mommy not your slutâ she whispered into his ear, the grip on his member tightening even more. âGot the message?â She asked with the sweetest mum voice she could pull off, making him nod obediently. âGood boyâ she praised softly.
As soon as the last words left her lips, she pushed him on his king sized bed, watching as he stared at her. Like she was the most beautiful thing on the earth.
Y/n smiled seeing it, as she undressed slowly, putting on a bit of a show. Before he knew it, she was straddling his thighs and stroking his pink cock with both hands.
Her touch was soft but determinate, she wanted something and was for sure going to get itâŠ. To take it from him.
Robert's body was shaking in pleasure now, her teasing touch was driving him crazy⊠making his back arch and his breath go heavier.
âY/nââ he hissed, making it sound almost like a curse or invite/suggestion to speed things up. Hearing it, she looked up angrily, one of her hands landing a harsh slap on his face.
âThat wasn't right now, was it?â She asked, still stroking his dick. âWhat do you call your mummy, Robert?â Her tone was so soft and gentle, that he almost believed her good intentions.
âM..mommy.â He repeated with a whine, making Y/n chuckle.
âGood boyâ She praised, leaning down and kissing his tip. âSuch.. a good boyâ she hummed at the taste as soon as she licked her lips clean.
Her free hand wandered on her stomach⊠slowly up to her bare breasts to play with her nipples. Taking a small break from the handjob to focus on her own body, pinching and brushing her thumbs on her erect nipples⊠causing her back to arch and her hips to shift against Robert's.
Her eyes glancing down, meeting his amazed gaze before she leaned down her chest now hovering above his face in a teasing way.
His stare daring to move from her tits to her eyes, stretching his neck to reach her face as soon as he noticed her leaning in for a kiss⊠A long, passionate and sweet kiss that got more intense as she grinded her bare pussy against his cock.
It didn't last that long since the older woman was getting a bit impatient by the mere feeling of his responsive length.
âGetting mommy all wet, huh?â she whispered, biting her bottom lip, excited by the situation âCan you get your mama's titties wet too, honey?â she requested sweetly, lowering her chest so that he could reach it with his mouth.
The pressure her teeth were giving to her bottom lip increased as Robert attacked her swollen chest, hiding his face between what he was willing to call heaven so that he could wet them just as his mommy had requested himâŠ. Licking, mouthing and spitting on them till she was satisfied enough.
Enough to move away and kneel down back on the floor, happy to rest her legs on a soft carpet instead of a cold floor. Her hands busy teasing her breasts close to his cock before finally squeezing it between them.
A hum left her body as she watched Robert react to her actions, bouncing with the thrusts he was giving as he fucked desperately her boobs.
âMommy!â He whined, increasing his speed desperate for more, his balls now slapping against her tits every time he made them reach the base of his member.
âYes, my good boyâ she cooed, letting him hold her big breasts as he wanted, so that she could reach his balls with her small hands, playing around with them while her eyes watched his cock appear and disappear between her chest.
Her eyes closing quickly and her mouth opening as he shuttered, thrusting up his hips before freezing completely.. shooting his load on her face and boobs, earning a soft hum of approval from her.
Robert was panting, his eyes still blown out at what just happened. Y/n watched him with a grin as she scooped up some cum with her fingers, before shoving them in her mouth with a hum.
âFucking naughtyâ Robert scoffed with a smile, watching her.
With her actions, it didn't take a long time for him to grow hard again, and Y/n wasn't shy about watching the whole process. Her gaze didn't falter for a moment as she stared at his cock growing harder, bigger with each passing second before he was ready again.
I missed it, she thought, thinking of how long it always took for Maurice to get ready, if she was lucky enough that he'll.. get ready at all, that is.
Robertâs hands remained above his head as he watched her get up, rubbing her clit lightly with a quiet purr. Coming closer, she threw her leg over his, straddling his lap while grabbing his cock in her small hand, stroking it again. He was still quite sensitive, so he hissed quietly at the sensation.
âFuck.. give me a moment, mommyâ He asked, but Y/n just shook her head, lining him up with her slick entrance.
âI waited long enough.â She responded almost arrogantly with a smile, as she slammed down taking all of his impressive length into her tight heat with a loud moan.
Her back arched at the sensation, she could feel him filling her up completely, a bulge present in her lower stomach. âSo big, babyâ she moaned out impressed, squeezing her walls teasingly around his cock, earning a low desperate moan from him.
âSo-fucking-bigâ she murmured through gritted teeth, bouncing hard at each word âWant toâŠfeel you deep balls inside of me, baby!â she quickly added, rolling sensually her hips with the goal to reach her own peak.
Her smaller hands resting on his abs before moving in a teasing pace up to his pecs⊠remaining there for support, so that she could finally bounce wildly on his length. Accepting the stretching feeling and the pain mixed to a pleasure she didn't feel in ages.
âFucking hellâ she cursed, her ass smacking against his thighs at every rough and fast bounceâ her breasts following the movements of her body, moving in a hypnotic way, making her look like a tiny angel who was there to ride the sin out of him or so was Robert's view of that moment.
They both missed the sensation of passionate sex, and the thrill of the âtabooâ to all of it was just an addition.
He so desperately wanted to wrap his bruised lips around her nipples, suckling on them like a needy infant⊠burying his cock deeper inside of her cunt, railing it till they would have both reached their peaks. He was quite sure that his father never gave her an orgasm before, and even if he did, it wouldn't come close to the one HE would have given her now.
âSo⊠beautifulâ He breathed out with half-closed eyes as he kept moving, trying to spend all of his cum inside her as soon as his climax started to hit his whole body, making his muscles relax under her touch.
His eyes rolled back as she continued to bounce, milking his cock as another orgasms built up not long after.
His hips shuttered upwards and his hands grabbed her hips, rolling her in a quick motion with the back against the mattress so that he could fuck his cum deep inside of her sensitive pussy making her squirm. His head was buried in her breasts all along, even as he kept pumping.
The pleasure so strong that Y/n didn't pay attention to her top half enough to notice.
Only after a couple minutes, Robert slowed down to a stop, laying on top of her with his mouth still attached to her hardened nipples as he kept sucking.
Y/n sighed deeply in satisfaction, looking down at him with a grin and cocked eyebrow.
âWell⊠are you hungry, baby?â She asked with a giggle, patting his head. Robert tilted his head to the side, laying on her breasts with a cute little smile.
âMhmmm.â He hummed softly.
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okay so, im bringing back bet!joe for you, because part of your brand is privately requesting specific smut, so our double or nothing boy's back with a new bet! (lil tw: it's.... it's right there, in the request, 18+) Wordcount: 2.4K
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All The Aces
part one - part two - part three - part four - part five
âYouâre wrong.â
He was wrong.
âAm I?â Joe smirked before he threw his head back to catch a handful of popcorn into his mouth.
âIzzy, please tell him heâs wrong.â
He was so, so wrong.
The flake of popcorn he then threw over that got stuck in your hair went vocally ignored â you just fished it out and threw it back, watched how Joe was chewing an open mouthful of his own, smugly smiling at your bad aim.
That flake landed on the floor about two feet away from him. Izzy picked it up as she walked past, already annoyed with the two of you before sheâd even sat down.
Him visibly enjoying her disdain wasnât exactly helping his case.
âDonât get me involved in whatever you two do to get each other off.â Izzy commented as she sat down next to you to which you audibly gasped.
You were pressed into the corner of your sofa with a little bowl of crisps balanced on the side â your own one, because neither Joe or Izzy wanted any crisps. They wanted popcorn, so they got to share the big bowl.
With your flatmate slash best friend next to you, your legs pretty much filled out the entire sofa, leaving Joe sit by himself in the armchair and thus placing Izzy in between the two of you, right in line of your crossfire.
âWe donâtââ you started, but the dropped jaw youâd had on show for a second too long had prompted Joe to chuck a whole handful of popcorn at you.
None actually made it into your mouth.
âI genuinely donât need to hear about what does or doesnât get you off.â Izzy raised her voice slightly as she looked at Joe, telling him off for throwing food. He immediately stopped his laughter and apologised by handing the bowl over to her before he sat back, giving you the opportunity to pick and drop all thrown flakes back into the bowl.
âJust, just take it from me that heâsâ youâre wrong.â you urged, and Joe just laughed.
Izzy shook her head as she took a deep breath in through flared nostrils.
Joe took that to mean more than just sheer annoyance at being dragged into whatever childish fight you had going.
âIzzy knows whatâs up,â Joe held up a hand, ready to high five her, absolutely willing her refusal to get into this argument with you as an agreement to him being right.
Which, he very much wasnât.
Izzy ignored him though, left him hanging like a loser, which made you chuckle.
âWill you just, hear me out? Did you hear what he said just now?â you sat up a little, legs crossing in front of you as you turned to Izzy who was now finding whatever she said she wanted to watch on the TV, remote in hand, eyes trained on the screen.
âShe did hear me, which is why she wonât.â Joe simply said, leaning back in his chair all relaxed, hands behind his head, legs crossing at the ankles as he placed them on the coffee table.
âNo, but, listen. Joe saidââ
âI donât care what Joe said,â Izzy deadpanned. âThese lovers quarrels ainât it. I know you live here so I canât just kick you out, butâŠâ Izzyâs eyes flicked to Joe, which made him scoff in mock-shock before he let his face turn kind.
Sarcastically kind.
 âNo, sheâs right. Itâs okay. Iâm wrong. Iâm wrong. Iâm just a man, and what do I really know, right? You know, besides the fact that you have like, a billion more nerve endings than we do, which arguably should mean Iâm right, just by the science and biology of everything, but, fine. Iâll be wrong if that makes you feel better. I accept my defeat.â
As Joe finished his small monologue, you were both frowning at him - for different reasons.
You, because he was being a little shit.
Izzy, because she was slowly trying to puzzle together what the fuck he was on about.
She then slowly turned her head towards you, eyes squinted in thought, and you sighed as you looked at her. You pretended Joe wasnât able to hear you when you said, âMaybe you should kick him out, Iâm notââ
âItâs 8000.â Â She interrupted you sort of casually.
âWhat?â
âIf youâre talking about what I think youâre talking about, itâs 8000 nerve endings for you,â Izzy nodded at you, and then turned to Joe to nod at him, âAnd 4000 for you.â
Joe raised his eyebrows in slight surprise as he smiled, reaching for another hand of popcorn with one hand whilst pointing the other at you.
âSee? Double! Thatâs double the pleasure!â
âWhat do you mean, see? Like that proves youâre right?â
âAre you forgetting that weâre talking about something I am witness to? You canât make such wild claims when I literally know how youââ
âOh, my God. Stop!â
Izzy rapidly turned her head a few times between the two of you, trying to follow along, before she muted the TV and sat back a little.
âAll right, Iâm too invested now. What the fuck is the problemâŠâ
âShe said women donât care for orgasms.â
âThatâs not what I said, youâ No, Izzy,â you had to laugh at the vile facial expression she gave you. âThatâs not what I said! I said that for meââ
âNo, no no. You said for women.â Joe was quick to correct you, wagging a complacent finger at you.
âSure, yes. Fine. For women, sex isnât just about the orgasm at the end. Like, thatâs not the most important thing. Itâs not all about that.â
Izzyâs face dropped as she blinked slowly, and you saw how Joe was studying her face as he did his very best to keep his own laughter inside of his body.
âDonât you agree thereâs so many other thingsââ
âShh shh,â Joe held up a hand, âLet her think.â
You obliged with an eye roll.
Joe was wrong.
âI donâtâŠâ Izzy seemed at a fucking loss. What the fuck was this conversation sheâd just accepted herself into? It was bad enough that these were sometimes the type of discussions held within your group of friends, wild accusations thrown over a table that you all got far too passionate about. It was a whole other thing to have two of those said friends now together, as a couple, having the debate in Izzyâs living room where the issue was wholly personal and, worst of all, inescapable.
She sighed as she squeezed her eyes shut for a moment and pinched the bridge of her nose with her fingers.
âSex isnât just about the orgasm, right?â you tried, speaking softly, praying sheâd at least sort of agree with you. You knew she did, but didnât know if sheâs vocalise it in the moment because you also understood she thought you and Joe were being fucking ridiculous.
She just wanted to watch her favourite show on TV.
Have a quiet night in.
And yet, here you were.
Talking about if orgasms mattered or not.
âOh, then what is it about?â Joe couldnât help spatting out as he went for another handful of popcorn from the bowl Izzy had now placed on the table in front of him.
âUm,â you sat up more, now borderline sitting on your knees and nearly knocking off the small bowl of crisps behind you, holding both hands up, ready to count on your fingers.
âForeplay, intimacy, being close, feeling connectedââ you saw Joe slump back into his seat, pushing his chin up as he sarcastically nodded at you with squinted eyes and a deep frown.
It was stupid how that made you laugh whilst you also tried your best at raising your voice to make sure he was hearing what you were saying. To convey you werenât lying. Which, you truly werenât!
You continued, âDoing a fun activity together, itâs like quality time, isnât it?â you tried, nudging Izzy, but not waiting for an answer as you quickly carried on with, âThe attention, being appreciatedâ giving appreciation! Learning about each other! All of these things go both ways, Joe, thereâs just⊠thereâs so many things.â
You looked at him a second whilst he seemed to think it over. Just when his facial expression seemed to give way with a raised eyebrow and a small cock to the side of his head, you sternly demanded, âAdmit youâre wrong.â which was exactly the wrong thing to say.
âIâll admit those things are nice, sure.â
Joe threw back his handful of popcorn and wiped his hands, giving himself a moment to think of how he was going to phrase what he was about to say.
You and Izzy waited expectantly, both sets of eyes on Joe who seemed far too relaxed for a single guy sat opposite two women, making wild claims that he somehow would know more about sex from a womanâs perspective than they would.
He truly did believe that to be the case, though.
So wrong.
âBut, if weâre not crossing the finish line, whatâs the point?â
âDid you not listen to the whole list of things I just gave you?â
âIâm not wrong.â
âYou absolutely are wrong.â
âIâm not only not wrong. I am also, right.â
Izzy, who had been quiet for a bit, stared into the space in front of her as she suddenly loudly scoffed.
âHeâs wrong right?â you pushed just slightly, desperately needing your best friend to be on your side for this one.
âListen,â Izzy started, holding up a hand. âIâveâŠâ she faltered, and you made eye contact with Joe, a little panicked, a little confused.
What if she was going to tell you that you were wrong?
Oh no.
Best friend betrayal.
If Izzy disagreed with you, she could be an adult about it and pretend, just for the sake of it, that you were right and then tell you about her real feelings later, outside of Joeâs earshot.
Bros before hoes and all that.
âThe finish line is importantâŠâ
Yes.
You smiled as smugly as you could and saw Joeâs slowly fade.
Izzy was a bro.
Yes.
You could just feel how she was about to side with you on this before sheâd even said the words.
âBut if itâs between all that she said and just, as you put it, crossing the finish line... she wins. Sheâs right.â
There.
End of discussion.
You didnât cheer, or high five your best friend, or point at Joe to shriek at him that he was an idiot. You just accepted Izzyâs answer and gave a small shrug that quietly said, âSee?â
Izzy reached for the remote sheâd put down, unmuted the TV, and Joe watched as the two of you got comfortable on the sofa together. How you sat back and reached for snacks and laid the throw blankets across your laps just right.
It was a little suspicious how long he stayed quiet, but you knew it would only be a moment for him to try and argue his case once more.
There was no point, you knew, but you also knew Joe had an ego that was fragile, like all men had egos that were fragile.
Male egos couldnât just take hits like this one, even if he was outnumbered.
You were chewing on a crisp when, from the corner of your eye, you saw Joeâs finger wag from left to right, pointing at the two of you before he spoke.
âYou canât actually be seriousâŠâ
âOh yea.â Izzy didnât even look at him as she answered, and it was hard to hide your smile. âSo serious.â
âSo, youâre sayingâŠâ Joe sat up, both elbows on his knees, whilst neither of you moved. âYouâd rather have sex and not comeââ
âHalf the time, thatâs just life,â Izzy complained, and you both laughed.
Joe didnât.
Your moment of haha-men-suck that had its feet stuck in truths had you laughing louder when you saw how Joe definitely wasnât in on the joke.
When Izzy saw, she snapped her head towards you and stage whispered, âUh ohâŠâ through her giggles.
Joe scooted forward even further and doubled down, âYou would rather have sex and not orgasm, than have an orgasm? Is that what you are saying?â
He needed to hear you say it.
âJoe⊠please accept that youâre wrong and let it rest.â You were very much trying to be the bigger person, which was easy when your friend had just helped you win the argument.
But then Izzy grabbed hold of your arm as she looked at your boyfriend.
âCareful...â she warned alarmingly. âIâve seen that face before.â
âTell me you mean that. What I just said. Say that you would rather have sex without an orgasm than one with one...â Joe ignored Izzy, dark eyes locked right onto yours, facial expression made of stone.
âNo, thatâs not...â you sighed, looked at Izzy, said, âHe doesnât get it.â
âHe doesnât get it.â Izzy echoed.
You were still making fun, unable to stop your giggles.
âSay what you mean, then.â Joe was still leant forward, was still staring you down, all serious and urgent.
âCan we just watch TV now, please?â Izzy interupted, increasing the volume of the TV slightly.
Joe didnât falter in this weird staring contest heâd started, one you werenât participating in.
You looked down at your bowl of crisps as you fished out another one.
You bit it in half and saw how Joe grew a little impatient as his eyes followed your hand as you fed yourself.
Then, you finally answered, âSex isnât about the orgasm.â And Joe immediately clapped his hands together loudly, making both you and Izzy jump slightly. He seemed incredibly pleased as he sat back in the armchair, rubbing his hands together before he pointed a quick finger at you.
âIâm going to prove you wrong.â
A startled laugh escaped you as you and Izzy shared a look.
âAll right, good luck mate.â
This time, it was Joeâs turn to scoff, and that smug little smile from before made its return.
âWonât need it. You just wait.â
You looked at each other for a moment, and you didnât trust his confident bearing one bit, but were too stubborn to let your own satisfied smile fade.
âFine.â you said challengingly.
Joe was wrong.
âFine.â Joe copied.
So wrong.
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The Interview
Content warning for explicit descriptions and discussions of sexual assault. I am not fucking around. Do not read this if you're not in a place to handle that.
Unsurprisingly, my boss, Harold, does not know who Richard Colby is. He summarizes the situation in his typical brusque fashion. âSome genre writerâs getting me-tooed and his PR team wants a puff piece to remind everyone what a funny, awkward, approachable guy he actually is. Do you want it?â
I shrug, knowing that if I come across as too eager he might give it to someone else. Harold doesnât like go-getters. He likes solid, reliable people who show up on time, write the things theyâre told to, and donât bother him with too many ideas of their own.
âSure.â
âYouâll take an Uber to his house. Itâs in upstate New York. He wants to do the interview there. Says itâll make him feel more comfortable.â
âGot it.â
The day of, I go full femme mode. Shave my legs for the first time in years, makeup, product in my hair, a bra instead of a binder, a suit with a pencil skirt, pumps, and stockings. Looking at myself in the mirror makes me feel dysphoric, but I shove it off. Bigger fish.
Itâs an hourâs ride in the Uber to Colbyâs house.  I know the magazine will cover it, so I decide fuck it and take an Uber Black. Pulling up to a mansion in a luxury car while dressed for the worldâs sluttiest business meeting certainly is something else.
Thereâs no help, no hovering PR people or gofers. Colby answers the door himself. He looks rumpled, a small older man wearing an oversized Aran knit sweater and greying curly hair. âYou must be Chris,â he says. His voice is mellow.
âYou must be correct,â I tell him. âMay I come in?â
He ushers me into a positively cavernous room thatâs all white carpet, white leather couches, and giant windows looking out onto his landscaped garden. âCan I get you anything?â he asks. âCup of tea?â
âIâm fine, thank you,â I tell him. I pull out my phone, set it on the table, pull up my voice recording app, and make a show of pressing the red button.  I also pull out my notepad and pen, sitting down on one of the couches and crossing my legs, barely remembering to hook one knee over the other instead of my usual ankle situation. I donât wear skirts basically ever. âReady to start?â
He hems and haws a little but eventually settles on the couch, a respectful enough distance away. There is a whole other couch on the other side of a big coffee table, though, so it was definitely a choice to plant himself on the same one as me. âSo,â he says. âI suppose youâd like to discuss the current palaver in my personal life.â
I frown. âPalaver?â
He smiles thinly. âA whole lot of fuss over nothing, more or less.â
âAh. So youâre denying the allegations brought against you?â
âCategorically. Are you certain you donât need anything to drink?â
âWhy, so you can drug it?â
Now he blinks, looking shocked. âI beg your pardon?â
âRight,â I tell him. âSorry. Thatâs not your style. You prefer to take advantage of emotionally vulnerable and financially insecure people. Less money spent on drugs that way.â
His face clouds. âMiss ââ
âNo,â I tell him. âNot a woman.â
That definitely throws him. âI â but ââ
âOh, I know I look like one right now. But femininity is just a performance, after all. I can pick it up and put it down whenever I want.â I pitch my voice high and bubbly. âAll it takes is a little practice.â
Now heâs beginning to look angry. âI think you ought to be going, now.â
âNo, I donât think I will.â I pull the last of my interview tools out of my suit jacket. He stops looking angry very abruptly and begins looking scared. This is a natural reaction to being confronted with a Walther PPK.
âLet me tell you whatâs going to happen,â I continue. âIf you get up from this couch, or try to move toward me in any way, Iâm going to shoot you. Naturally police will get called, thereâll be a huge â what was that wonderful word you used â ah, yes, palaver. Thereâll be a huge palaver and itâll ultimately be your word against mine. After all, there are no witnesses. You let all of your staff go when things first started going sideways and it looked like money might start to actually get tight.â I gesture minutely with the gun. âDidnât you, Richard?â
He doesnât say or do anything.
âNot that it really matters if there were people around. Everyone you ever employed had to sign an NDA as part of their job. An NDA that threatened them with some frankly draconian consequences both legal and financial if they ever talked about you or your activities to the press.â
Silence.
âI expect you looked me up when you heard I was going to be your interviewer,â I say. âHereâs what I think happened. You started thinking about this interview, about having this little femme-ish person in your home â I mean, nonbinary people are just âwomen lite,â right? â and filling my head with nice-sounding bullshit.  Maybe you thought about how you would get a little closer to me as we talked, bit by bit, until you were able to touch me. Maybe a hand on my shoulder, or knee, or thigh? Just a little touch at first, but then youâd get more insistent.â
His face contorts in a rictus expression, but he still says nothing.
âWhere did it go next?â I ask. âThis fantasy version of me. Was I down? Or did I resist? Is it hotter when they say no, Richard?â
I see his Adamâs apple bob a little as he swallows. He still doesnât say anything.
âAnswer the question like a good boy,â I tell him. âOr Iâll shoot you anyway and things will go like I said.â
His eyes flick toward the phone.
âOh, yes, it is recording,â I tell him. âBut you know how it is, Richard. Things get deleted by mistake, or lost. Or, oops, silly little me, I forgot to press the button! This is why we kept women out of journalism for so long.â
âI donât know how to answer your question,â he finally says.
âWhy not?â
âBecause I didnât do anything you just suggested. If my employees signed NDAs, it was my lawyers who made them do it. I certainly didnât engage in lurid fantasizing about you before you arrived. And I let my staff go when this whole thing first started because I didnât want them getting swept up in it, not because of financial concerns.â
âYou didnât want them talking to the press, you mean,â I tell him. âNDAs or no, you were paranoid about that.  But I was able to interview one of them.â
He blinks. âWho?â
âNow now, Richard, they spoke to me under guarantee of anonymity. Iâm an ethical journalist. I donât reveal my sources.â
âThe gun youâre using to threaten me would cast doubt on the credibility of your ethics, I must say.â
I raise my eyebrows in mock surprise. âA little bit of sass from the serial rapist. You love to see it.â
âI am not ââ
âWhat is it about anal rape specifically that you like, Richard? The fact that itâs easier to make someone bleed from their ass, or the fact that the angleâs better when youâve got them pinned on their stomach so you donât have to see their face?â When he just sits there gaping at me, I continue, âIs it both? Neither? Oh, I forgot about the allegations that after you anally raped some of your victims you made them clean off your cock with their mouths. Do you just like making people eat their own shit, Richard? Iâm sorry, I mean, âmy Lord.â That is what you insisted people call you, whether they wanted to or not.â
He still sits there and says nothing. He just stares at me. He doesnât even look angry.
âThe thing I keep seeing,â I tell him, âmore than anything else, is the grief. Millions of people loved your work, Richard. We grew up with it. We drew comfort from it. We loved the way you insisted on depicting the stories of the marginalized. The unseen. People of color, women, queer folks, trans folks, immigrants, convicts. Victims of systemic discrimination, of assault. We saw ourselves in those stories, some of us for the first time. And youâre so outspoken, Richard. Youâre so quick to call yourself a feminist. To tweet about hashtag believe women. To go to bat when famous dickheads go on a twitter rant about men wearing a dress so they can go into womenâs restrooms and do vague sex crimes. You talked the talk so well, Richard, and for so long. It really was easy to believe that you were walking the walk.â
His mouth is pressed into a thin line. There are tears in his eyes.
âSo, on the record, Richard. Are you sorry for what youâve done?â
A tear runs down his cheek. âYes.â His voice is hoarse.
âDo you regret it? If you could, would you go back and change it?â
âYes.â
âThatâs a good boy,â I tell him. âAnd listen, I believe you. I believe that right now, in this moment, you feel like an absolute piece of shit and wish youâd never been born. Humans are extremely reference-dependent, Richard. When weâre in a hot state, when weâre angry or horny or high or some combination of all of them, we have a very hard time thinking about anything more than what we want to do right there in that moment. Regret happens when you look back with clear eyes and really objectively evaluate what you did.â
He nods, still weeping silently.
âSo,â I continue. âWeâve established that you regret it, Richard. You regret all the terrible shit you did. You are, in fact, capable of feeling regret, is my point.â I raise my free hand palm up, fingers curled, in an inquiring gesture. âSo my next question would be, whyâd you keep doing it?â
Back to silence. He has nothing to say.
âWe have sworn testimony from five or six women now, Richard. Over a period of years. Decades, even. One or two data points could be coincidence, mistakes, misunderstanding. But thereâs a pattern here. And more people are coming forward. My point is, only you â maybe not even you, itâs been so long â know how many people youâve sexually assaulted. So why, at no point, did you just⊠stop doing it? Why didnât you say, I regret this and would like to change it if I could, so Iâm not going to do it any more?â
The quiet from him is deafening. The gun is heavy in my hand, but I donât let my aim waver.
âIâve read a lot of think pieces about this,â I say. âA lot of very educated people holding forth on generational cycles of abuse and trauma begetting more abuse and trauma. People are talking about how your parents were part of a very wealthy, very powerful cult. About some of the stuff you were obviously subjected to as a kid. That kind of stuff fucks you up, I agree. You donât live through trauma like that without the brain doing weird things to try to cope.â
I lean forward toward him, lowering my voice a little. His eyes stay fixed on the gun.
âBut between you and me, Richard? I donât care. Your brain isnât you. Your traumas and triggers arenât you. Youâre you. At the end of the day, youâre the one who controls your actions. You might be predisposed to them, you might even find it overwhelmingly hard not to do them, but the bottom line is that the buck stops with you and no power or force in the universe can change that. You took advantage of people. You violated and hurt people. And you just kept doing it! And the whole time you kept getting up on your little soapbox and telling everyone how good of an ally you were!â I can hear my voice rising and getting shrill and at this point Iâm beyond caring. âFuck, Iâm surprised no one twigged to your bullshit much earlier! Itâs so obvious in retrospect!"
It is at this point, of course, that he decides to go for the gun. Itâs only natural, after all. Iâm getting closer to him, Iâm agitated, Iâm caught up in the moment and ranting. There will never be a better time, and he knows it. One hand seizes my wrist and twists, the other comes around in a solid blow to my jaw. I see stars and feel the weapon fall from my fingers.
When I can see and think again, only a couple seconds later, he is standing, pointing the gun at me, screaming, calling me a crazy bitch, et cetera. I massage my jaw. âRichard, that wasnât very nice.â
âOh, Iâm sorry!â he says. âThat wasnât very nice of me? To disarm the psychotic cunt that came into my house with a gun to threaten me? I am so very sorry I hurt you! Is that what you wanted to hear? That Iâm sorry your little parasocial fantasy relationship with me had its bubble burst when it turned out Iâm just another disappointing fuckup?â
âIt doesnât hurt to hear that, no,â I say. âBut no, honestly, what I wanted was to make you feel the way some of your victims did. To be paralyzed with fear and impotent rage as someone made you feel like a worthless bag of shit. Didnât enjoy it, huh?â
âI donât know how many times I need to explain to people that Iâm sorry things went the way they did!â he shouts. âIâm not a comic book villain, I donât have some evil master plan that I already executed thirty minutes before you got here. Iâm just a man who has made bad decisions and wants to put them behind him! I didnât kill anyone, for Christâs sake!â
âItâs true,â I say. âYou havenât killed anyone. Yet.â
I make as though Iâm going to spring at him. He screams and pulls the trigger.
Nothing happens, of course. There arenât any bullets in the gunâs clip or chamber.
He stares at the weapon in shock for a long few seconds while I just sit there and go back to rubbing my aching jaw. Thatâs going to bruise for sure.
âNo, it didnât jam, itâs just not loaded,â I say, finally. âAnd look on the bright side, Richard. You only pulled the trigger once. You didnât keep trying after the first time. Thatâs the difference between manslaughter and murder, right there.â
He drops the gun onto the floor. I lean over and pick it up, putting it back in my jacket. I also collect my phone, which is still recording. I press the red button again and turn that off.
âNaturally, none of this is going to be admissible in court,â I tell him, putting away my notepad and pen and starting to straighten out my outfit, which got rumpled in the tussle. âConfession under coercion, real or imagined, never is. But that was never the point, after all. I just came here to write a story.â
He stares at me with hollow eyes. âIt sounded to me like you came here for more than that.â
âCatharsis is nice, sure, but it doesnât pay the rent, Richard. But the waves this whole thing will make â the two weeks of discourse about whether what I did was okay, the yea-sayers and the nay-sayers fighting on twitter, the long screeds on Medium and WaPo about whether itâs morally justified to bully a bully, et cetera et cetera? Itâs all going to add up, Richard. You can take some comfort in the idea that you really are being a good ally, finally, by helping get a queer writerâs career off the ground.â
His mouth quirks in a bitter smile. âSo much for the moral high ground.â
âI never laid any claim to that, Richard.â I turn and head for the door.
But I canât resist looking over my shoulder one more time. âOh, but just to point out â if I had, I would still have it, because I havenât raped a bunch of people and then made them sign NDAs to keep them from talking about it.â
He doesnât say anything. I donât look back at him again as I leave.Â
My Uber Black is still waiting for me in the driveway. The driver glances back at me in his rear-view mirror as I slide into the backseat. âThat was fast,â he says. âI was expecting to be waiting out here for, like, at least an hour.â
I shrug. âWe got to the heart of the matter pretty quickly.â
He nods, putting the car in drive and starting the trip back. âSo,â he says. âDid he do all that stuff? Like, for real?â
âWhat do you think?â I ask him.
With a shrug, he replies, âProbably, yeah. But you know how this kind of thing goes. Thereâs a bunch of court stuff, a lot of people fighting on the Internet about it, and maybe he gets house arrest and a fine. Maybe. More likely they let him off. Heâll be back to writing stuff next year and talking about how he got unfairly canceled and now heâs trying to just come back and do his thing but the liberal media wonât let him.â
âYeah, probably,â I say. Iâm already drafting my statement for when my phone gets hacked and the recording gets leaked without my consent or knowledge. I also send my girlfriend a message confirming Iâm still good to crash at her place for a while so Iâm not home when the crazy people show up to threaten me in person after I get doxxed.
I know heâs right, though. Life isnât story-shaped. There isnât going to be a nice, fitting end for Richard Colby. Heâs going to keep living a very comfortable life with his millions of dollars and heâll die of old age in his sleep.
Thatâs what gets me, at the end of the day. That heâs the one who made me believe that life should be story-shaped. That, in the final account, the world should work the way it does in books and television. Bad guy gets caught, gets punished, happily ever after.
Fuck him for that. Iâm so tired. I canât even be angry.
Iâm just disappointed.
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John Price x f!Reader
âOf course my love, alwaysâ
SFW + Fluff
âHello, names John price. Laswell has told me all about youâ the broad shouldered British man eagerly shook your hand.
You could feel your face heating up at the sight of him âAll good things I hopeâ
âWell you are as beautiful as she saidâ he said before he could think.
âYou always this cheekyâ you ask
âOf course my love, alwaysâ he grinned
Stretching out your arms you look to John âThank goodness we got all that paperwork doneâ
âAgreed, i donât even want to look at my computer for the next weekâ John lets out a sigh and sinks into his chair.
âUnderstandableâ you giggle at his tired expression âand with how late it is I refuse to cook dinner when I get homeâ your stomach rumbling since it was almost ten at night.
John perks up with a idea âPub down the end of the street has good food, come with meâ
Cocking your eyebrow you take a chance to flirt with him âYou asking me out to dinner Johnâ
âOnly if you acceptâ a cheeky smile shines across his tired face.
âA dance studioâ John asks intrigued.
âThatâs the dream, I still work as a choreographer when I actually have timeâ you giggle at his surprise. Walking back over you hand him a cup of coffee.
âYou sure are full of surprisesâ John never fails to be amazed at your talents.
âThey charge you too much for rent for this bullshitâ John grunts as heâs trying to fix the kitchen sink
âI know, landlord wonât even call a repair company for anythingâ your hands on your hips as you watch him work. He insisted you go back to watching your show, but who would pass up watching him in a fitted shirt and jeans.
âHow about we stop trying to keep this place from flooding and you just move it with meâ Johnâs expression was dead serious.
âYouâre ready to wake up to me every morningâ
John sets the wrench on the floor and looks at you with adoration âOf course my love, alwaysâ
âWe should get a dogâ you casually said as you made the way up the steps to his momâs home.
âA dogâ John had never considered getting a dog before, always on missions without someone to watch a furry companion.
âYes, like a corgiâ your fascination with the dog breed was something you loved to talk about.
âHow about a fishâ
âHow longâ you asked trying to gather your feelings. Youâre still getting used to the idea him leaving not just as your boss, but as your partner.
âTwo months, give or take a few weeksâ John nonchalantly says as he throws the ball for the corgi puppy he got you.
âYou promise to come back to meâ you wrap your arms around him looking into his golden brown eyes.
âOf course my love, alwaysâ John leans in to kiss you.
You heard the front door open and close and a gruff voice trying to calm the excited dog greeting him.
âYouâre backâ you round the corner excitedly.
âAs promisedâ John looks up at you and his body language visibly relaxes at the sight of you. Home.
âSooner than expectedâ you smile
His hands pull you in close âTold the boss lady to speed things up, have someone waiting on me at homeâ a smirk comes across his lips as he leans down to kiss you.
You both relax on the beach watching the sunset during your much needed vacation. Sitting on the blanket with your drink in hand you watch as John shifts to his knees.
âI had a whole speech planned out for this. But I donât think Iâll ever have the right words to describe my love for you. Will you marry meâ John asks breathlessly awaiting your response.
You couldnât get the words out at first, just nodding yes over and over. âOf courseâ you blurt out as a tear of joy falls.
âHow longâ you ask. You could tell by Johnâs body language he was not confident about this mission.
He sighs as his hand come to the back of his neck âI donât knowâ
âYou come back to me, promiseâ your loving voice says to him. Youâd wait an eternity if thatâs what it takes.
âOf course my love, alwaysâ John nods with a half assured smile, worried that he might break his promise this time.
âJohn, what happenedâ you caress his cheek looking at the stitched up cut. Hugging him gently not to hurt his slow healing bullet wounds.
âIâm alive donât worry about the restâ he knew seeing the tears coming from your eyes he couldnât let this happen again.
âYou came back, and thatâs all that mattersâ
âOf course my love, alwaysâ
âYou donât have go to the store with me, youâve been gone nine months. Rest my loveâ you tell him. He hasnât left your warm embrace all week since his return.
âUnfortunately for you, Iâm going with. Being around you is my peace and restâ
âIâm sorry, thereâs no heartbeatâ the doctor says to you both. Your heart shatters into a million pieces. Johnâs heart breaks at the loss and watching the most important person in his life fall apart in his arms.
âIs it something I did, is there something I could have doneâ you sob.
âUnfortunately miscarriages are more likely in the first trimester. You did nothing wrong Mrs.Price.â The doctor softly replied as you cried into Johnâs chest.
âItâs going to be okay, weâre gonna get through this togetherâ John whispers while kissing your temple.
âI love youâ you say through the tears.
Johnâs hand squeezes yours âI love you alwaysâ
âEnjoy the retirement captainâ ghost says to John. A bittersweet moment to their paths departing one another. Theyâll meet again someday youâre sure, but not like this. Just as friends
âTake care Simonâ John says softly
âAlways Johnâ Simon says with a soft smile.
âYou ok loveâ you whisper to John as he sits up in the bed from his nightmare.
âYouâre still by me, so of course my love, alwaysâ
John quickly grabs the ringing phone âThank you for calling Artistry Dance Studio, how can I help you. Yes the owner is in, would you like to speak with herâ if you would have told John fifteen years ago heâd be retired and helping run his wifeâs dance studio heâd have laughed. But heâs happy.
âboy or girlâ he softly asked.
âItâs a girlâ the nurse said.
John didnât have words, he only had tears of joy as the newborn was placed on your chest.
âAre you gonna be here to pick me afterâ the shy little girl asks John.
âOf course my love, alwaysâ he was wrapped around his daughterâs finger. He watched her walk into the preschool classroom and take her seat trying not to cry.
You all sat down outside on the porch enjoying the weather and Johnâs culinary skills that prepared dinner.
âTaste alrightâ John questioned.
âOf course my love, alwaysâ you happily replied.
Looking at your daughter you nod at John giving him the green light. âYou know how you asked for another sisterâ John told his little girl. She nods excitedly.
âYouâre getting two more little sistersâ you happily say. Yours and Johnâs little five year old couldnât contain her excitement.
âCan you grab your sisters blankets from insideâ John asks his eldest daughter.
âIf I do can I grab a chocolate from the jarâ your daughter that is so much like her father asks.
John whispers to her. âYes, donât let your sisters see though. Theyâll wipe the jar clean of whatâs leftâ
âThanks dadâ her little voice whispers back.
âOf course my loveâ he smiles watching her run back inside.
John bear hugs all his daughters after handing them each a bouquet of flowers. The twins first ballet show and your eldest first solo performance. âYou did such a beautiful job my loves. Iâm so proud of you allâ he turns to you after putting them down. He hands you a bouquet of your favorite flowers âand you my love, as amazing show as alwaysâ he gives you a quick kiss on the lips.
You giggle âThank you. You know, I should have gotten my assistant flowers as well.â Your finger hooks onto his belt loop discreetly, pulling him just a little closer âHe actually hand sewed three costumes, I think Iâm gonna give him something better than flowers.â you sweetly said. Johnâs face turns just a little pink at your words.
âHey dadâ your oldest runs into the house almost yelling âI passed my permit! Can we go practice driving nowâ she was overjoyed to learn.
âGood job kiddo, of course we can. Let me grab my coatâ John was excited to teach her, but it also means his baby was getting older. She looks just like her mom only with Johnâs dark hair. And no matter how old she gets he still sees her as a chubby baby, gripping his finger as he rocked her to sleep.
âMom! She took them again!â The oldest twin yells out from her room.
You sigh as your two teenagers always bicker over yet another pair of shoes, last week it was over a pink skirt. It wasnât even theirs, it was yours.
âIâll talk to her when she gets home, just wear her black onesâ never in a million years did you think that this was the hardest part of having twins. Clothing and shoes.
âOh love, come hereâ you pull a tearfulJohn into your arms. Today was the twins high school graduation. John was excited to see his girls graduate, but was devastated his little girls were growing up. âIâm just not ready for them to leave, theyâre so big. My little girlsâ john says trying to choke back the tears. John cried when his oldest graduated and now as his twins do.
âYou know, they didnât get it from meâ he looks down at you in his arms as you both cuddled on the couch. Looking at your adult daughters who all came home for Christmas.
âGet whatâ you laughed.
âOne is a lawyer, oneâs a doctor, oneâs an astrophysicist. I could barely write a report. All those incredible brains are definitely your dna.â John points out.
âIâd say itâs a mix, I might be smart but they have your determination to succeed.â
Simon and John sit on the porch drinking tea. Theyâd been at their conversation for over five hours.
âThreeâ Simon repeated Johnâs words shocked.
John laughed âYup, all three are getting married this summerâ
âJohn my loveâ you whisper to John as he tosses and turns in the bed from his nightmare. It had been almost thirty years since his last mission. The nightmares are few and far between now days.
John opens his tired eyes and looks at you.
âIâm alright my loveâ his hand hold yours as you both fall back asleep.
âGrandpa! Grandpa! Come play with us!â Your youngest grandson yells for John. All three daughters and their spouses plus the seven grandchildren gathered in yours and Johnâs home for Christmas. Laughter filled the air as the children played. Johnâs arm still hung around your waist.
âAnd to think this is all because Laswell insisted I have an assistantâ he presses a kiss to your temple.
âI almost told her noâ you giggle.
âYou never told me thatâ John said surprised.
Laughing at the memory âLaswell showed me your file. I didnât even read it fully. I seen your photo and knew I had to have youâ
Johnâs hand came down to your butt to give it a little pat âYou cheeky womanâ even in his older age John always flirted with you.
âAlright kids, smileâ your eldest daughter tells all the kids as the photographer takes the photo. You made it a mission to get family photos done every two years. And this year was the easiest with all the grandkids being in their teens.
âSmile or Iâm tickling you all till you buggers are blueâ John says resulting in laughter from everyone.
âYou look just as beautiful as the day we got married hereâ John says as he helps you to your seats at your grandsons wedding.
âOh john, you always remind me. Youâll never let me forgetâ you kiss his cheek admiring his now aged face and grey beard.
âOf course my love, Alwaysâ
âThree daughters, seven grandchildren and fifteen great grandchildrenâ Johnâs deep voice pulls you from your book.
âGrandpa, how did you meet grandmaâ your great granddaughter asks.
âCome, all you rascals. Let me tell you about how I managed to get such a wonderful woman.â John proudly boasts.
The living room that once was just you, John and your firstborn has turned into a crowded room full of generations. Everyone gathered around in the living room as John starts his story.
âPromise youâll wait for meâ your old aged hand grabs his weak one. You smiled at the love of your life as youâre both surrounded by your daughters.
âOf course my love, alwaysâ he smiles as he looks around at the greatest love heâs ever known and the three beautiful women they raised. He closes his eyes smiling and took his last breath.
You open your eyes as you stood in your small home in the country. Your favorite record playing on the turntable, sweet sent of vanilla filling the air. You turn to the mirror. Youâre young again. In the reflection you see him, standing in his faded jeans and a half buttoned up shirt. Turning to him you smiled
âYou waited for meâ you both walked towards each other meeting in the middle of the room. His arms wrapped around your waist pulling you close. Admiring the details on his face, just as he was the day you first met. Eyes filled with the same love he departed the wold with.
âOf course my love, alwaysâ
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The Arcturus Missions
Part Six - Through the Haze
Part Five
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There are some things in life that you donât do, people you choose not to pick fights with and sayings you simply know to be true. Thereâs always a bigger fish, you canât hit what your eyes donât see, etc. One of those sayings is you shouldnât fight pissed off organics, because they tend to go nuclear.
Most organics are ranked with a low danger level for the first few years of intergalactic relations, typically if a fight breaks out it is immediately raised. A little known fact, the organics of Earth were ranked a high danger level even before they reached their nearest satellite based on evidence that was scanned from space, it is entirely possible they have set off multiple nuclear arms on their own planet, potentially even against each other.
Fighting organics was stupid, they will win. Fighting humans was suicide.
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Sunsteaker and Sideswipe came up from behind them, practically glowing from the overhead blaster fire, almost flying through the air as the haze cleared around them. Their visors were lit up bright, blades moving in synch to cleave the turret in half. Landing in the same instant, both light on their feet, standing together with chests lightly rising and falling as if breathing. Sunstreaker was the first to grab the shielding off the base and wedge it into the ground, offering a bit of cover, before Sideswipe did the same, âMove up!â Sunstreaker gestured towards where Hound and Breakdown were still providing covering fire.
There was still gun fire from overhead, but the barricade provided just enough cover to move up, Hound dove in and rested his back against it as Breakdown continued to lay down covering fire. His feet were braced as the shoulder cannon powered up even higher, exploding with covering fire. Hound shifted the grip on his own gun, checking over the scans and footage he got from the initial assault, âDo either of you know what weâre fighting?â There was an obvious answer, staring at the footage, but it couldnât be true, âLooks like a couple mecha,â Sunstreaker was catching his breath still, âMaybe they had the same idea as us, to fight the freaks with the tentacles.â Sideswipe adds, also catching his breath, âReady Sunny?â âWhen you are Sides.â They shared a brief glance before going over the barricade.
Hound, was still scanning the footage, hands shaking for a moment before he was up and firing at the logged targets. They were moving in the distance, trying to re-group, while Sunstreaker and Sideswipe took out another turret together. Watching them in battle was unlike anything else, moving entirely in synch as if both suits were manned by one pilot. But that was just the twins, as if the drift caught them both in the server and manifested them together.
It was time to focus, he needed to focus, Hound shook his head and steadied his hand while firing on the moving targets. Watching the land between them explode into shrapnel thanks to Breakdownâs cannon, âWatch out for the shrapnel you two!â Breakdownâs voice boomed over comms, the cannon slightly muffled by his microphone but still painfully loud, âWeâve got this old man, you just keep laying down the covering fire.â They even spoke together, âStop being weird. Focus.â Houndâs voice cut in, full of determination as he was firing at the targets he couldnât see, but his visual feeds picked up their heat signatures. Letting out a slow sigh, he fires again and one of the distant targets went down.
Throwing himself over the barricade, he follows the twins to the next turret, Houndâs breath slowing and heart rate leveling. Calm in the moment of the fight, his back slamming into the smoldering turret.
Sunstreaker cleaves what could best be described as an attack drone in half, Sideswipe doing the same before ducking back down behind some sort of machine, âWhy do you think theyâre attacking us?â The look spared by Sideswipe was hardly long enough to be a glance, âI donât know, but weâve got to show them whoâs boss.â Sunstreaker smiles behind his visor, flicking his arms out with a practiced ease.
Breakdown was moving up the battle field, it already scarred from his barrage of attacks, sending rust particles everywhere. He was thankful for the filtration system in the suit, if it had even been bringing in outside oxygen. More thankful for the tanks of oxygen somewhere below his feet, each step was heavy as his feet flared out to balance the attack cannon on his shoulder, âHound, what are we fighting here, my scanners are lacking.â âThatâs not the only thing lacking,â Sunstreaker snorts, âIâm the one laying down the cover fire Sideswipe, I could misplace a shot.â âCommunication is good guys, but keep it to the needed minimum.â Hound was in front of the twins now, moving much slower than the initial assault, the edge of the solar farm was within sight even in the haze. Whatever was firing on them was starting to retreat behind some structures.
âI think itâs fair to say that the artificial lights are in fact some sort of civilization.â Sunstreaker glances around the bit of cover he had, sighing slowly, âOh really, you donât say?â Sideswipe leaps over the over and cuts into something that shoots off a load of spark, a shot landing into his shoulder which sends him to the ground, âDamnit, I have to reroute my assist, cover me.â âAlready on it.â Sunstreaker jumps over him and cleaves apart the blaster sticking out of the ground. Kicking away the remains and turning to shield his brother, taking a breath while the whine of a gun hummed nearby. He waited, before pouncing, cleaving through something that sprayed out bright pink fluid, âOh gross!â Taking a partial steal back, Sunsteaker tries to clear his visual feed before getting an alert. Whatever heâd just gotten sprayed by, was incredibly toxic, âShit!â Stumbling back, Sunstreaker wipes as much off as he can, Sideswipe finally regaining his feet and rushing over. Nearly colliding before reeling back, âWhat did they hit you with?â âItâs not eating through my plating, just donât get it in your seems.â Taking a breath, Sunstreaker dove back into the fight with Sideswipe at his side. Both leaping into the air at the same time before coming down on another turret together, what had sprayed Sunstreaker left in the rusty haze.
The ground was looking less and less like a solar farm and more like a battle ground, from the mix of weapons on both sides. Hound was moving up as fast as he could, analyzing the data as it came in. It wasnât right, none of it could be right because it wasnât making any sense. There was a building a half klick to their south where they could re-group, swearing, Hound activated his comm, âWeâre moving south to the warehouse, better there than being stuck in the open. Breakdown, weâll provide your cover, move.â Taking a knee, Hound shifts his gun back to its typical hiding place before putting on its barrel attachment, bracing briefly as the shot changes from a bang to a boom, stock folding easily to his shoulder, âI didnât know your gun could do that, did you know his gun could do that?â Sideswipe shouts at Sunstreaker, grabbing his shoulder and pointing, âYes, now go be cannon fodder.â His brother shoves him towards the enemy fire.
Breakdown was the slowest of them all, his suit the oldest and the heaviest, it wasnât even that large either. Not quite like the first generation suits. His shoulder cannon slide back across his back when he began to run, if it went off while he was moving it was likely to blow the shoulder of his suit apart. With the farthest distance to travel, he was the easiest target as the ground near his feet is peppered with explosions, âSome cover you all are.â His voice carried a bit, getting a rude gesture from Sunstreaker in return while his blades cut through another gun which folded from the ground, âThis is a battle field of a million guns Breakdown, just get to cover.â Houndâs gun boomed in the distance, just out of Breakdownâs visual feeds radius. Grunting with effort, Breakdown pushes his suit to its top movement speed, eventually slamming through the wall of the warehouse.
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The warehouse was full of conduits and energy storage, something typical for the coast of the rust sea, but entirely foreign for anyone who didnât frequent the energy region on Cybertron.
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Crashing onto the floor, Breakdown retreats to one of the far walls, trying to catch his breath as his cannon shifts back to his shoulder and hums back to life, âIâm in, building secure.â
Hound was still laying down covering fire, seeing multiple explosions through the haze and gloom that was lifting, he looks over his shoulder, âSunstreaker, Sideswipe, go next and prepare for movement into the, uh, town.â They both nodded and took off together, watching each others back. It left him alone in the solar panel field, which was taken down to rubble by the assault. Breathing heavily, Hound scans the distance again, before accepting the odds and getting up, sprinting for the warehouse.
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Each of them fell into the building, the slight dip in the floor enough to throw them off, and crash to the floor in one way or another.
Sunstreaker landed on top of Sideswipe, the pink fluid splashing across his red paint from the yellow and Hound crashed into the far wall after them. Breakdownâs cannon continued to hum ominously. Sideswipe tossed his brother off of him with ease but stayed on the ground, catching his breath, âSo, does everything in the universe want to kill us?â Sunstreaker hits Sideswipe over the head, âCan it. Hound, what do we do? We canât go into a potentially inhabited area and just blow it up.â Back to the mission, always the mission, âIf these things are smart enough to make suits, then they probably have a society, which means-â âInnocent lives, I know Sunstreaker.â Hound was rubbing his face, gun resting in his lap now, âIf we go back out there theyâll keep shooting at us even if we head back for the Odyssey.â âAnd sheâs stuck on this planet regardless.â Sideswipe sits up, holding his chin, âSo weâre stuck regardless.â His insight was not helpful.
They sat in silence for a minute, staring at each other and thinking, âWeâll have to go out there, weâre dead in here especially if we canât get supplies from the Odyssey.â Hound shifted to sit back up, still rubbing at his face, a nervous habit heâd grown into, âOtherwise weâre just sitting ducks.â A pause before, âI donât know that one.â Breakdown almost sounded sad, it was hard being the only guy without English as a first language in a group, especially one on a foreign planet who knows how far from home.
âWhat are we going to do or even say when we get out there?â Sunstreaker threw his hands up, entirely overwhelmed, âI donât know, take me to your leader?â Breakdown chuckled even as Sunstreaker facepalmed. Sideswipe high fives Breakdown, grinning, âThere we go, you got one in old man.â Even as they chuckled, there was a light bit of static coming in over comms. Hound glanced up, then around at the slight change, even as the others kept talking the logistics of, invading an alien planet literally. Though references to movies were entirely frequent in the conversation. Houndâs visual feeds switched back over to scan all available view types, frowning at the lack of signatures nearby.
Minutes ticked by, while Sideswipe settled into eating a protein bar as Sunstreaker and Breakdown talked the logistics, Hound was staring intently in one direction, âSomeoneâs listening to us, or watching us, maybe both.â His voice was low and off comms, just coming out his external speakers at a low volume. Sideswipe started to choke on his food, âYou canât be serious, we just got out of that fight, we canât get into another one.â Sunstreaker was quick to smack him and motion to be quiet. Then they all could hear the added static, âThere it is.â Sunstreaker paused before looking to Hound, âDo we want them to take us to their leader?â It wasnât a joke now though, Hound held up a hand and activated his comm again, âWe donât want a fight. Just answers.â He waited as the static lowered in volume.
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There was a rushing of sound over their comms system, Hound winces, the twins shouted, and Breakdown swore before a voice cued on, âEnglish?â It was very monotone and not even remotely human like, certainly didnât sound like someone who actually spoke English, Hound held up a hand for quiet before speaking into his own microphone, âMaybe, whose asking?â There was another long delay, followed by a quieter burst of static, then, âProwl.â Hound kept his hand raised to keep the crew of Arcturus One quiet, âWell, uh, Prowl. How do you know English?â This time there was almost no delay or burst of static, âJazz.â Then line went dead.
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A/N
I know, Iâm sorry to leave it on a cliffhanger, it was either do that or not get this posted till much later than I wanted. I wanted this out easier but the day before thanksgiving is always crazy around my place.
I hope to have another part out to you guys tomorrow, but weâll see, I didnât get much done for my LSAT studying today so I might have to recoup the time unfortunately.
To all the lovely people who have been re-blogging, commenting, etc on my posts, thank you so much. Itâs meant so much to me to see people enjoying it so much.
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Simon.
Part 10
Chapters Masterlist
Character: Simon Riley / Ghost Content: Biker! Ghost x Fem! Reader, strangers to lovers, fluff, civilian au
Note: Took me too long just to get down the first draft but editing it was pleasant. Please enjoy my hard work :')
âLast man left, you broken hearted, let me treat you rightâŠÂ
Shorty if you need me, I could pull up any night.Â
You just say the words, girl, I don't need a reasonâŠÂ
Give me something more than just a lover on the weekendâŠâ
Johnny's soft singing filled the quietness of the afternoon as he, Gaz, and Simon sat together on the dock, fishing rods in their hands, staring at the distant, hazy hills and the rippling water of the lake. The ladies were left to nap in the tent, while the men had their âboys timeâ, and what better way to spend it than fishing.
âJohnny,â Gaz called, shifting ever so slightly in his picnic chair so as to not disturb the movement of his fishing rod.
âHm?âÂ
âStop singing, you'll scare the fish away.âÂ
âNonsense. Am noâ even singinâ thaâ loud.âÂ
âYeah, but you will get louder as you go on, so shut up.âÂ
Johnny groaned and stopped singing. The three sat in silence again, waiting for a fish to take bait. Johnny and Gaz were relatively comfortable sitting still, as they knew that when it came to fishing, patience was the highest virtue. But Simon was antsy, and his knee bounced like a low dribbled basketball on steroids.Â
This was visible in Johnnyâs periphery, and he grew increasingly annoyed at how it distracted him from enjoying the slower pace of the lazy afternoon. Having enough, he delivered a hard slap to Simonâs knee, and the victim let out a bellow of surprise.
âWhat the fuck, Johnny?!â Simon snapped, nearly getting out of his seat, ready to throw hands.
Johnny shushed him. âStop shaking so much, ye absolute lemon,â he chided under his breath, âWhit's oan yer mind?â
âNothing,â Simon looked sideways as he muttered quietly, now sitting back down.Â
Johnny and Gaz looked at each other and then rolled their eyes. Gaz quipped, âI don't know if you know, but when you shake your knee like that, it means that somethingâs bothering you.â
âAye, he's right. I've seen it too,â Johnny agreed with a nod, âSo, whit is it?âÂ
Simon hesitated.Â
âC'mon, mate,â Gaz tried to encourage Simon, âNo secrets, remember?âÂ
Simon let out a sound that was half a sigh and half a groan. He turned to Johnny, âFine! Johnny, do you like Lindsey?âÂ
âAye, I do?â Johnny answered immediately, raising his eyebrows at the question, âI thought I made it obvious?â
Simon narrowed his eyes. âI mean, for real? Do you really like her or are you just messing around like you always do?âÂ
âWhy do ye want tae ken?â Johnnyâs voice now grew a little quieter.
â____ asked,â Simon answered, sitting back and sighing. He glanced at his friend, who was looking back at him. âShe wants to know if you're serious about her. And from the looks of it, she won't take kindly to you playing around.âÂ
Johnny's lips pursed into a thin line when he heard this, and he too sat back in his chair, now silent and thoughtful. Gaz and Simon stared at him, waiting for an answer.Â
âI do like her, she's bonny,â he answered quietly with a shrug, the look on his face a little distant and dreamy.Â
âYou say that to every woman you talk to,â Simon retorted, though he was a little surprised by the rare look on his friend's face, a look he'd seen only once.Â
âNo, no. Wait,â Gaz hushed Simon, âHe's not done.âÂ
Johnny shifted in his seat and continued, now a little solemn, âAm serious. I like her⊠a lot. She's bonny, and cute⊠she has nice hair and,â he smiled a little, âa face like a mouse. Squeaks a lot like one too.â
Simon glanced at Gaz, who looked back at him with a smirk on his face. They waited for him to elaborate.
âThat's all ye will get,â Johnny huffed, sitting back on his chair. In reality, the attraction he felt for Lindsey couldn't be put into words. Something about her bashfulness, her feistiness, her cute pouts and frowns, and particularly her glowing, gorgeous green eyes that reminded him of the rolling Highlands tickled a spot in his heart that he had long closed away.Â
Gaz began teasing Johnny, giving him light and playful pushes and shoves. Johnny, a little embarrassed, swatted his friendâs hands away while laughing and trying to counter Gazâs teasing. Simon watched their banter, particularly looking at Johnny. He found his best friendâs behaviour peculiar, something heâs never personally seen before.Â
He knew Johnny to be a smooth talker, a man who knew just the right words to say to make a woman fall head over heels for him. Johnnyâs normal behaviour with a casual crush or fling was to talk incessantly and excitedly about them as if to overcompensate for the shallow feelings, but when it came to Lindsey, it was almost surprising to see him so solemn, so quiet, so thoughtful, even dreamy.Â
Simon was more-or-less now convinced that his best friend really did like Lindsey and let out a sigh of relief on behalf of ____ as he turned his focus on the still waters.Â
When the Gaz-Johnny banter died down, Johnny then turned to Simon to ask, âWhit about ye?â
âWhat about me?â Simon returned, confused.Â
âWith ____, ye lemon. Howâs it going with her?â
He paused, sitting back on the picnic chair and tucking an arm under his head as he shrugged. âItâs going.â
âWhere?âÂ
âSomewhere.â
Johnny and Gaz looked at eachother. âWhit ye mean?â Johnny raised a brow, âStop beinâ so vague.â
âI think she likes someone else,â he mumbled, staring ahead across the lake with a blank, expressionless look, trying to sound like he wasnât bothered.
The two looked at each other again, incredulous of what he claimed and unconvinced by his tone of voice. âImpossible,â Gaz quipped, âHave you seen her? The way she looks at you tells me she wants you to eat her whole or something.â
Johnny snorted at that and then backed Gaz up with his own observations. âDid ye ken I sent her tae help ye out with the wood? Ye shouldâve seen her face. She flew aff.â It was a bit of an exaggeration, but Johnny needed to get his point across.
Simon turned to Johnny, raising a brow and shaking his head. âNo way. Youâre just saying.â
âNo mate, Iâm serious,â Johnny answered, now getting a little impatient as he stared at Simon, annoyed by his best friendâs obstinance. âYe never dae this, Simon, but if ye want somethinâ, ye gotta ask, ye ken?âÂ
âAsk what?â
Johnny groaned loudly. âYe fuckinâ doughnut, ask her if she likes ye.âÂ
âYouâre off your head,â Simon retorted, âIâm not so daft to take a risk that big.â
âThen ask her if she likes that bloke,â he reasoned, only to see Simon giving him the side-eye. Johnny, finally losing his patience, gave his friend a slap on the back of his head. âJust fuckinâ ask her. Donât be such a pussy. Imagine the endless possibilities, Simon, imagine! If ye werenât such a fuckinâ pussy.â
âAlright, fine!â Simon relented as he rubbed the back of his head, having enough of being called a pussy so many times for one day.
Johnny looked at Gaz and shook his head like a disappointed parent, making Gaz smile and shrug. The Scotsman turned back to Simon and gave him one long look, saying with a sigh, âI havnae seen ye like this before, mate. Yer usually fearless.â
Simon rubbed his cheek, particularly the scarred one. âNo experience in this department,â he admitted.
âHm,â Johnny exhaled, allowing his eye to linger on the long scar on his friendâs cheek, the reason for his inexperience.
When the last rays of the sun set behind the hills, the men ended their fishing, sadly returning with only a small handful in their bucket. Simon was sent to the tent to check on the ladies while Johnny and Gaz decided to head to the cabin to gut the fish and prepare a marinade so that they could grill them over the fire later.
â____? Lindsey?â called Simon as he entered the tent and moved towards the room they occupied. There was no answer.
He took hold of the zipper to open the entrance, but hesitated, not wanting to possibly catch them in a vulnerable position somehow. He cursed his upbringing, that he never had any sisters he could barge in on to annoy; unzipping this entrance would be a lot easier otherwise.Â
He called once again. No answer. He didnât want to be called a pussy again, so he slowly unzipped the entrance a little and peered in.Â
In the dim darkness, he could vaguely see the two ladies fast asleep, cuddled like a litter of kittens. He shook his head, thinking to himself, âWomen can do the gayest things and nobody bats an eyelid.â But that was the least of his concern at the moment, for when his eyes adjusted to the dimness, he noticed that ____ cuddled Little Simon to her chest.
Bigger Simon immediately zipped the entrance close and stood there in a daze, unable to stop himself from imagining replacing Little Simon, having the privilege of his arms around her waist, her arms around his neck, and his face nestled in her chest, no space between their bodies, cuddled and breathing each other in. His dirty little mind took it a step further and imagined him and her naked, but he caught himself and shook his head, feeling his cheeks start to burn.Â
âGet a hold of yourself, Simon,â he reminded himself, âYou canât think of her like that.âÂ
He took out his phone and decided to wake the ladies up in the worst way possible: using the jarring sound of the alarm. They woke up immediately; as expected, Lindsey did not appreciate being woken up and mumbled some curses at Simon, while ____ was a little disoriented from the heavy sleep, even asking what year it was.
Before long, the five were soon seated on the wooden benches in front of the blazing fire pit under the now darkening sky, watching the fish grill over the open flames. Johnny and Gaz passed the time singing as he usually did, while Lindsey, though not a singer herself, tried to join.Â
Johnny eventually did not want to sit still, so he snatched Lindsey by the hand and coaxed her to dance with him.Â
âNo!â she exclaimed with flaming cheeks as she saw the three others looking at her with teasing grins.
âCâmon Jolene, yer noâ dancinâ alone! Am here too!â He noticed that she was trying to pry her hand out of his grip, which made him hold on tighter.
âHave some fun for once, Linny!â encouraged ____, smiling widely.
âYe heard her,â Johnny grinned and pulled Lindsey to her feet. âWeâll dae it ceilidh style!âÂ
Before she said another word, he already wrapped an arm around her waist and started hopping around with her and twirling her around while singing âHighland Girlâ. Though she had been and danced in enough ceilidhs before, she still scrambled to hold on to Johnnyâs shoulder and manage to keep up with his quick pace and tempo of the song. Though she stumbled occasionally, he kept her from falling, and her constant slip ups didnât keep him from losing his patience or energy.Â
âI didnât know that I fell in love, in love with my Highland girl,â he sang, and he just had to gaze at her with those big blue eyes of his into her green ones. Time slowed for the both of them as he pulled her closer to himself and grinned out of sheer joy at the way her freckled cheeks flushed red both out of shyness and exertion, and at how the fire cast a warm glow over her face and her fiery red hair that swayed as they danced.Â
He felt his chest swell as he looked at her, really and genuinely feeling like he was falling in love with this Highland girl in front of him. Lindsey felt no less. Their friends watched on, cheering, teasing, and encouraging them to keep dancing, happy to see the two so close to each other.
____ watched fondly, her eyes softening at how Lindsey eventually smiled and laughed as she danced with Johnny. Simon, who was sitting close next to her, saw the warm look on her face and smiled to himself.
âSo,â he began, now leaning close to her so he could whisper, âI asked Johnny.â
âMmhm,â she nodded eagerly, smiling. Simon noted the twinkle in her eye and could already tell that she knew what the answer would be.
âHe does like her,â he confirmed, watching her closely for her reaction.
Her face broke into a bigger smile and she turned to the dancing pair, a fonder and warmer look in her eyes. âI can see it,â she answered, voice light with relief.
Simon couldnât help but stare at her smile and at how the fire brightened up her eyes. His own dark eyes softened and his shoulders relaxed slightly as he watched her.
By this time, Lindsey needed a break and Johnny let her have one, though he wanted to dance some more. He danced with Gaz next, who was happy to oblige.Â
As Simon and ____ watched them and laughed, he discreetly lifted his arm and put it on the back rest right behind her, though he was itching to put it around her shoulders and pull her closer to him. She noticed this, and instinctively moved closer to him. He gulped harshly, feeling his entire body go stiff.Â
Wanting to make some small talk, he asked, flashing a boyish smirk at her, âYou sleep alright, darling?â
âYeah, like a log until you came in with your wonderful alarm,â she nudged his side with her elbow, feigning annoyance.Â
He chuckled. âYou're welcome.âÂ
There was a pause and he saw her take out her phone. His attention was turned back to his dancing friends until it returned to the lady next to him when he heard her giggle. Wondering if she too was watching the dancing, turned to her to make a comment about it, but instead found her giggling at her phone. A quick glance told him that she was texting someone, and a slightly longer, nosier glance told him that it was Alejandro.Â
He drew in a sharp breath, clenching his fists slightly. His earlier anger shot up again, and he pulled his arm off the back rest, and crossed it over his chest, now deciding that watching the fish grill was more interesting. When she was done texting, he asked,Â
âHow's Alejandro doing, by the way?â Not that he cared.Â
âHe's alright. He was texting me just now. Said he didn't see me come out of my place this weekend to go out so I told him I was out camping.â she explained.Â
Simon's arms crossed tighter. âWhat a fucking stalker,â he thought.Â
âHe said he wanted to join us next time.â she added.Â
Simon's brow furrowed. He regretted even asking about that man. âI see,â he said through his teeth, appalled by his audacity, especially when he wasn't a close friend of hers.Â
Now was his chance to ask her about what she thought of him, and he took it immediately. âI'm curious about one thing, darling,â began Simon. She looked at him attentively. âDo you⊠like him?â
She looked at him with surprise and then exclaimed, laughing, âNo! Goodness, no, Simon. I don't.âÂ
Simon couldn't hold back a sigh of relief. âYou don't?â he asked, hiding his excitement, âI thought you did. He seems cool.â
She looked at him, an eyebrow raised. âYou think he's cool? I thought you didn't like him. Especially after how nicely you greeted him when you first met him.âÂ
He shook his head, chuckling. âI said I would be the âprotective boyfriendâ, so that's what I was doing.â He felt his face turn hot, a little afraid of how observant she was. âEither way,â he decided to steer the conversation in a slightly different direction, âI was thinking you liked him, and so I thought that if you did, I could stop pretending to be your boyfriend and get out of your way. And you wouldnât have to come with me to my family reunion.â His face started turning hotter again as he felt like his words were coming out all jumbled up.Â
She chuckled again. âOh, no. It's nothing like that. He's just a neighbour to me, just a friend.âÂ
He smiled. âAlright then.â Simon exhaled slowly; he was tired of how volatile his feelings had been in the course of that single day, soaring high only to dive down deep and then to soar again.Â
The fish was soon grilled and everyone feasted on them. After that, the marshmallows came out, which they put on skewers and toasted over the fire.Â
Johnny announced, âWe should play âSimon Saysâ!â which earned the chuckles of everyone except Simon.Â
âNot this again,â Simon rolled his eyes as he sandwiched the gooey marshmallow and a piece of chocolate between two biscuits to make a smore.
âCome oan!â Johnny coaxed, âYer no fun!â
Simon relented, âAlright, alright,âÂ
Johnny grinned and the others sat ready looking at Simon, ready for his orders.Â
Simon cleared his throat and said, âSimon says⊠stop playing Simon says.â
Everyone collectively groaned and protested, making Simon chuckle uncontrollably.Â
âOch, sod off, mate! Iâll make Gaz Simon,â Johnny declared, shaking his head at Simon, who was more than happy to oblige.
Gaz took the place of Simon and ordered everyone to do the most outrageous actions, even a whole dance routine that the ladies completely butchered, until everyoneâs sides started to hurt from laughing too much. Johnny had to take over soon enough to end Gazâs reign of âterrorâ, and everyone had their turn as well.
After a few more games and marshmallows eaten, Johnny decided he'd sing one last song before they'd extinguish the fire and head off to bed because he âwanted to sing ye all tae sleepâ.
Over the silent air, the fire over the crackling wood danced with the gently blowing breeze whilst the chirp of insects filled the relaxing silence. The four, tired from playing and laughing, sat still, waiting to hear Johnny.Â
He began softly and sweetly to sing,
âOh, my love said to me, âwill you meet me by the sea?âÂ
You can kiss me underneath the misty moonâŠâ
He stole a cheeky glance at Lindsey, who frowned at him and shyly looked away. He continued, still looking at her,Â
âShe is stunninâ, she is pretty, she's as warm as amber whisky,Â
And as bonny as a heather on the hill.â
____ smiled and giggled at his openly flirtatious display. She was so focused on them that she didn't see how Simon stared at her.Â
âWhen I was a young boy, my mother said to me,Â
âFind yourself a pretty lass, don't take her love for freeâ
From the fields of Aberfeldy to the shores of Loch Maree
I know that she's the only one for me.â
His arm went over the backrest of the bench again, right behind her, and when she leaned against him just a tad, he felt the irresistible urge to put his arm around her shoulders and hug her, this stunning, pretty woman, who was warm as amber whisky and more bonny than a thousand heathers on a thousand hills.
The singing made everyone slouch in their seats out of relaxation, and Simon sat back with a sigh, letting his itchy arm lightly graze against her shoulder. The lady next to him was highly aware of his closeness, and again, she thought of the moment at the arcade. She looked up at him, only to find him staring right at her with his lips slightly parted. She met his eye, feeling a flutter tickle her stomach.
âSimon?â she called softly, lightly tapping his thigh.Â
He blinked, realising he was staring. âYeah?â he asked, turning his head away slightly, embarrassed to have been caught.
âYouâre staring,â she teased, echoing his own remark to her when they went out before.Â
He chuckled. âSorry darling, I was justâŠâ he met her eye, âthinking of something,â he said, giving her a fond smile.
âWas it me?â she wondered, but instead smiled.Â
They listened to the rest of Johnnyâs song, and by the time he ended, nearly everyone was sleepy and yawning. Johnny thanked his audience for listening to his constant singing, pretending to be a famous singer ending a concert, even exaggeratedly bowing to them and earning chuckles and soft applause from his friends. They extinguished the fire and took their plates back to the cabin to wash and gathered their snacks to seal and keep them away.
Just as they gathered in the tent to retire for the night, Johnny announced, âRemember lads, weâre hiking tae see the sunrise tomorrow, so ye all better be ready! We ride at the asscrack of dawn!â
âAlright, thatâs enough screaming now. Letâs sleep.â Gaz caught Johnny in a chokehold and pulled him into one of the two rooms in the tent.Â
âMake sure tae kiss the homies good night!â Johnny called out laughingly from the room. He even blew a good night kiss to Lindsey, but she just rolled her eyes and went inside the other room in the tent, huffing and blushing.Â
The men and ladies exchanged their good-nights and tucked into their sleeping bags. From all the noise in the other room, the ladies could tell that Johnny still hadnât settled down. Eventually, Simon and Gaz had to scold him, and he soon quieted, making the ladies in the other room giggle to themselves.
Lindsey didnât take too long to fall asleep, but ____ was wide awake thanks to her very heavy afternoon nap. It was past eleven-thirty when she took out her phone to work on the novel and jot down chapter outlines and her notes and observations of Simon, which would eventually be twisted and bent into a shape fitting for Frederick. Sleep still didnât come to her, even much past midnight.Â
Tired of staring at her phone in the darkness, she closed her aching, strained eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. Sleep would not come anytime soon so, âI suppose a walk would help,â she figured.
Tucking Little Simon under her arm, she carefully slipped past her sleeping best friend and out of the tent without a sound and walked over the damp grass towards the lake and stood at the dock, watching the water ripple under the moonlight and the faraway hills bathed in it. Basked in the gentle light, she looked up at the distant stars, twinkling without a care, and inhaled the cool air of the night. She walked by the pebbled banks for a while, enjoying their soft clatter as she stepped over them, until a soft breeze brought in the clouds, making a light rain descend.Â
Not yet wanting to go back to the tent, she made her way to the cabin to sit on the porch to watch the world and the rain go by. In the dim darkness, she saw a large shadow sitting on the wooden bench.Â
âHey, you canât sleep either?â asked the familiar rough, gravelly voice of the shadow.
âSimon?â
End of Part 10.
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Caught(A Vox x Reader Imagine)
CW: Imbalanced Power Dynamics, Sexual Assault
Length: 1k
Summary: You got a little lippy with your boss and implied he's a bottom. He decided he needed to correct this misperception you had of him.
The grandiose aquarium that surrounded the conference room was⊠intimidating when you realized the large fish lurking beneath the waters. Right above your head a hammerhead shark languidly swam overhead, dismissive of the plight that you had found yourself wrapped up in. The cool glass was chilling, sapping your warmth even through the glass. The high heels you wore today felt like your worst enemy, sliding across the sleek tiled floor.
Vox didnât so much as lay a hand on you, but his presence looming over yours at that moment said one thing: You fucked up.
The sound of metal smacking the glass beside you tickled your ears as one hand settled beside you, his elbow hovering over your head until the bright blue light of his screen drew your attention straight toward those brilliant ruby eyes of his. The dim light of the room made the shimmering lights reflecting off the water give an illusion of being completely submerged. The pressure at this moment felt a lot like being at the bottom of the ocean. And the shark had left you no place to go.
âMind⊠repeating that for me, Doll? I donât think I heard you the first time.â His friendly tone was forced, recognizing it for the threat that it was underneath it all. But Mama didnât raise any bitches.
âI said, âThatâs funny coming from Valentinoâs personal flesh-light.ââ
Instantly you felt the cold, harsh metal of his hands grind against the bones in your jaws, and the cold hard glass against the back of your skull put pressure on simultaneous sides of your head. Harsh pinpricks dug into your flesh. One meeting where the jaw met the neck and several others jutting into the opposite end of your throat.
A red swirling eye stole your attention, wild as the manâs barely repressed anger came out in sparks dancing across his body and through your skin. Your hair stood on end, goose-flesh rose, and the sparks of pain where your body met made your body jolt instinctively to get away from danger. But a large body pressed against your torso instead locking you in place. There was nowhere to go.
âYouâre funny, Doll. It seems thereâs a toy in this place I havenât broken yet. Youâre in luck...â He sighed, leaning in until the warmth of his screen and the static tickled your ears. âI love taming brats like you. The more you fight it, the more fun weâll have.â
You put your hands on his chest, trying to fight against the cold hard body that completely overpowered you. He was a man possessing thousands of souls and you were one of the many dancing in his palm. But that didnât mean you were ready to throw away your dignity. The pressure on your throat intensified until your vision started to fade around the edges, head jut back forced to stare into the merciless face of your boss. You scrunched your face, trying to protest in any small way you could.
âThatâs a good face youâre marking doll⊠a good start.â A deep chuckle rumbled in the base of Voxâs throat. He gradually loosened the hold on your throat and stole your wrists instead of bundling them together and smacking above your head on the glass. The bladed ends kissed your skin, drawing thin lines of blood. A single drop ran down your wrist and your arm.
âAnd here I thought you were an absolute bottom.â You spat with a sardonic laugh, well aware there would be consequences for your actions.
There werenât any, initially. The overlord blinked, then joined your laughter with his shoulders shaking as he curled in nice and close to you. His face was only a few scant inches apart from yours. Your hair naturally was drawn toward him, and admittedly so was the rest of you. There was something⊠hypnotic about those eyes drawing you in.
âDonât worry Doll, everyone has the wrong idea about me initially. Everyone feels safer around a man who couldnât possibly cause you harm right?â The rhetorical question was presented even as his free claw ran down the side of your body. The edged points of his fingers pushed back the fabric of your shirt, with his palm gliding over your bare flushed skin beneath. Vox deliberately drew one-edged finger down your belly in a motion that you implicitly understood meant he could disembowel you for lunch and he didnât even have to try.
âWhat⊠do you plan to do with me Vox?â If he was going to kill you, you rather he did it now and got it over with.
His screen crashed against your face, his lips meeting yours instead of answering your question. He wasnât gentle, in the least. Immediately you felt the harsh teeth beneath his lips pressing against your lips. Felt them grazing your bottom lip and the forceful intrusion of his electric blue tongue. It was only thanks to the grace of him holding you up like a fish on a hook your body remained upright, and the cage of his hips grinding against yours. Your world had become nothing but the feel of those claws trailing up your back and the crash of his lips and his teeth nibbling on your bottom lip.
You uttered a tiny noise of protest, and he immediately swallowed it between his lips. Clenching your wrists tighter until a fresh new bead of blood followed the same bloody path as the previous.
âSing louder for me my little DollâŠâ Vox broke the kiss, finally giving you the chance to breathe. The air became an intermingling of hasty shallow breaths dancing upon each other's lips. His words⊠registered but your sluggish mind struggled to make sense of them. When you didnât answer, his claws pinched your hip, forcing a new cry.
He swallowed that too, and when pain turned to pleasure those too became his feasts.
You were stuck at the bottom of the ocean. Clenched within the jaws of a shark.
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Sleep Aid (18+)
synopsis: youâre drained and ready to go to bed but your mind is still racing with adrenaline after a match. Steve Austin notices and, when you whine about not being able to fall asleep, he eagerly offers to help.
word count: 3653
tags: plot, what plot? mentions of dubcon, mentions of somno, oral f receiving, female presenting reader, pillow princess, not proofread lol
âThat body ainât already tired?â âoh, iâll tire you out. put that little ass to sleepâŠâ

You turn your head to the bathroom door as Steve exits in nothing but a towel. Youâre still awake, channel surfing for something to fall asleep to after a brutal match. Heâs shocked to see you up. Steve looks at you and raises an eyebrow, briefly placing a hand on his hip.Â
âWhy are you still awake,â he chuckles, shaking his head and walking towards the dresser in your shared bedroom.Â
You fully look up from the television and see him, your eyes raking down his wide and tall body. You shrug with an eye roll and shake your head, puzzled by the idea that you were still wide awake yourself. âI donât know, baby⊠Iâm tired as hell,â you whisper as Steve fishes through the top drawer of the dresser, pulling out a pair of black boxers. Fisting them in his hands, he walks up to the bed, still in nothing but a towel.
âThen why donât you get some rest, honey?â You lean up on the bed and grip the back of Steveâs head once heâs close enough, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.
âI canât sleepâŠâ you complain before you yawn as you lay back down on the bed, searching for the remote once more. Steve walks away from the bed with a simple shake of the head as he drops his towel, changing into the boxers that were in his hands. You can see a smirk beginning to creep across his lips.
âThat body ainât tired from that helluva match?â You snicker as you watch Steve from the bed, watching as the muscles in his back, thighs, and ass flex as he moves, bending down to get his legs through the holes. You sigh audibly to yourself as you watch him, smiling and propping your head up on the palm of your hand to look at him. Smirking to yourself, you throw your arms over your eyes once he turns back around. He had already caught you staring in the mirror
âMy mind is still amped up from the adrenaline,â you say quietly.
Steve smiles wide after seeing your eyes trailing his now half naked body. He walks back to the bed and climbs in next to you. âIs that right,â he mumbles as he stares down at you.
Like the man he is, obsessed with everything that is you, he lifts your shirt up slightly, attempting to take a peek. You chuckle and weakly try to pull his hands away, trying to pull your shirt back down to no avail. âSteven, stop,â you pitifully laugh as he tries taking a peek at your bare breasts under his oversized shirt that you wore.
âIâve seen them before, no need to be shy,â he laughs shamelessly as he climbs up on top of you, his face mere inches from yours. Steve chuckles and lets go of the shirt, giving you a smirk before resting his forehead on yours.
âIf you need ta burn off some of that adrenaline, I can surely help with that, sugar.â You snicker again, tilting your chin up to press light pecks onto Steveâs lips.
âMmm, as good as that sounds, Iâm too worn out, too tired,â you whisper against his lips.
He wraps his arms around your waist and gives you a squeeze, you laugh as he pulls your body closer to his. He nuzzles his nose into your neck for a moment, taking in your sweet scent, just trying to be close to your bare skin, warm and soft from the shower. âThen relax, darlinâ. Iâll do all the work, tire that brain of yours out,â he mumbles into your skin.
Instinctively, you canât help but to let out a groan as Steveâs lips connect to the skin of your neck. Your hand goes to the back of his neck and you tilt your head, giving him more access.Â
âOh?â you whisper, intrigued by his suggestion. You feign innocence but you knew exactly what he had in mind; he practically begged for it every day.Â
Steve starts to leave lingering kisses on your neck, his hands massaging your sides as he works his way up to your ear, his deep voice, almost growling.
âLet me take care of you,â he asks for permission in his own dominant way. Steven didnât know the word âplease.â He begins to kiss behind your ear, starting with soft pecks before he moves to sucking, pulling on your earlobe with his mouth.
You mindlessly nod, silently giving permission for him to do whatever he wanted as long as it meant you didntât have to do anything; nine times out of ten, you never had to put in work when fucking Steve, it wasnât his style. Your hips buck up with a mind of their own, your⊠his shirt riding up and revealing your skimpy panties.Â
âBut what about you,â you whisper, your hips rolling into his thigh for some semblance of relief. A laugh escapes his lips as his fingers rub up against your thighs, massaging them as he listens to your soft whimpers in his ear. He places kisses on your neck before he responds.Â
âHoney, donât worry about me. Weâre gonna focus on you tonight.â
Steveâs hands glide down his shirt that you wore, getting closer to the soft skin of your stomach as he slides down your body, pushing up the fabric. He exposes your skin and lets out a huff of relief before attaching his mouth to your stomach, leaving hot and wet kisses all the way down.
âPut that little ass to sleep,â he mumbles against your skin.Â
You tilt your head down to look at him, gazing into his starkly blue eyes. You give your own huff, but itâs one of disbelief as you shake your head. âHow do you plan on doing that?â
All Steve does is give you a wink before he continues to take his time with every kiss that he lands on your skin. âI have my ways..â
Steve moves his face away across your stomach and to your hips, his facial hair scratching against your body. His lips and tongue glide across your hip bone, clearly enjoying himself and the little sounds you make as he gives you all of his attention.
Your stomach flexes under his mouth, your core fluttering with every lick and wet kiss down your body. You jerk at the feel of the stubble on his chin as it grazes your skin, tickling you. Your legs spread to accommodate him, breathing out heavily in impatience and desire. You can feel the vibration of his soft chuckles against your body, his tongue flat as it glides across your bare skin until it meets the crevice where your hip becomes your thigh. Your body jerks at the kiss he plants there.Â
âYouâre so sensitive, honey..â Steve says in a low tone in between kisses, moving a little lower as his hands now grip your thighs. You can't say much as you watch him slide down the bed with ease, pushing the shirt up past your breasts and grabbing a handful before moving to grip your thighs harshly. You bite on your ring fingernail as you peer down at Steve, needing something in your mouth to keep you occupied.Â
His eyes dart up to your face to see you biting your nail and he grabs your hand, taking the finger out from your mouth. He gently sucks on the finger that was just in your mouth, his wet tongue running across your skin, and his dark blue eyes peering up to look at you the whole time.
âDonât gotta do that, darlinâ. I know somethinâ you can put in there instead-â
Steve plants another kiss just above your hip before he moves to kneel on the floor in between your legs. He runs a couple fingers along the skin of your thighs up to your panties as he stares up at you, a smirk on his lips.
âSo, so pretty, sugar.â
âTheyâd look much better on the floor, Steve,â you mumble, placing your finger back in your mouth and gnawing at your manicured nail.
You suck in a breath as Steve places a kiss to your covered core, the seat of your panties starting to become dark from pooling wetness. He laughs as he runs his nose along the outside of your underwear, his facial hair scratching against it.
âWhat my ole lady wants, my ole lady gets,â Steve finally mumbles in response against your panties.
He wraps his hands around your thick thighs, his fingers digging into your soft skin while his face is still right in front of your core. He presses a few more gentle kisses against the seat of your panties before he looks up at you, his eyes glinting in anticipation for what he was about to do to you.
 âJust relaxâŠâ
Steve hooks a couple fingers over the elastic of your panties, pulling them down your legs and off completely to toss them haphazardly across the room. He lifts one of your legs over his shoulder as he looks back up at you, eager as he prepares to do his favorite thing on earth: go down on his girl.
You give an encouraging and impatient nod, unashamed as his face was right in front of your bare pussy. Steve had done this so many times that you couldnât even be shy anymore. If Steve could have it his way, heâd have his face buried down in you 24/7. There were even times that you woke up to his mouth latched to your clit: in the middle of the night, while dozing off to a movie, to wake you in the morningsâŠ
Steve offers a small laugh as he looks at your soaked pussy, so perfect and sweet. He wraps his arms around your thighs and holds your lips open as his mouth moves closer to your aching pussy. Heâs so close but he continues to bait you, his eyes looking up to smirk at you.Â
âGod, I will never get tired of this, honeyâŠâÂ
He finally licks a long stripe down your folds before he pushes his face into you. You feel his tongue start to play with your clit, flicking it over and over, again and again. Your breathing immediately begins to pick up.
Steve chuckles in reaction to your sped up breathing and you can feel him smirk against your skin, the bottom half of his face hidden behind your pelvic bone. You watch him as he watches your breasts rise and fall. He's enjoying you at this moment, completely at his mercy, at his will.
âI want you to let that pretty little mind of yours go blankâŠâ he mumbles into you once he notices you watching him, directing you to close your eyes, let your head fall back, and enjoy the ride.
Once he reattaches his lips to yours, he groans against your skin as he starts to taste you, heâs just where you need him. He is relentless, his tongue and lips running along your most sensitive parts, doing everything he possibly can to ruin you.
âOh god,â you breathe out, letting your head fall back into the bed like he wants. You blankly stare up at the white ceiling for a moment, the room illuminated by the flickering of the TV before letting your eyes flutter shut for the first time since you woke up at 4 am this morning. Call times for big events were a bitch.
âMmph,â you whimper as Steveâs calloused, large hands hold your hips down. âFuck, SteveâŠâ
He groans against your pussy at the sound of his name, hearing you say it in that tone, moaning it just the way he liked. Peeking your head up, you see his eyes closed and his forearm strewn across the base of your belly. You swear, for a moment, you can see his bicep flexing and relaxing, moving in an up and down position, possibly pumping himself with his hand. You werenât entirely sure, though, his lower half hidden as he knelt at the foot of the bed. However, just the idea of him fisting his cock and getting turned on by the prospects of eating you out, sends a warm tingle down your spine and every muscle in your body. You dropped your head once more and grip the sheets as your legs involuntarily spread wider.
Steve feels you move and grab for something, anything, to hold on to as he eats you out and lets out a gruff hum of approval for his own work. He has you pinned to the bed, his hand gripping your upper thigh. He's wanted to hold you down and eat you out all day, but performance days were a bitch and you both had things to do and places to be all day.
He pulls his face back for just a moment, looking up at you before moving one hand to his chin, swiping off a mix of spit and your arousal, then licking his lips.
âThatâs it, darlinâ, close them eyes⊠just like that...â he grumbles before he returns to your center. He couldnât take his eyes off of you as he continued to feast on you, his tongue doing all sorts of things to you. Hearing you whimper and moan had gotten him so rock hard and all he wanted was to make you finish into his mouth again and again all night long.
You canât help but to buck your hips up into Steveâs mouth as he eats you out like a mad man. Your body is totally slumped against the bed, one leg limply thrown over Steveâs shoulder. He has to hold your thighs open for you, your body spent by the brutal ladder match you had earlier.Â
âGod, Steven,â you cry out softly, your voice weak as you begin to slip into a dark abyss of pleasure. Your fingers grip the sheets as best they can, every muscle in your body weak from the match and tingly from what Steve was doing to you. All you can hear are his groans, the sick wet sounds from his mouth and your cunt. Your back arches as he brings two thick fingers to your entrance, teasing it to collect the arousal before slipping them in. âShit,â you whisper.
He can't help but smile proudly against your skin, knowing that he's putting you on edge, bringing you to the very edge of a cliff and leaving you hanging there, holding on by a wound up thread. He's got you right where he wants you. He knows better than anyone that the body of a wrestler isn't always in the best condition, especially after a brutal match, and you were spent, tired, but he was going to take every piece of you until you were out cold. His body was tired and sore too but, for some reason, he had this need to keep going, to keep you until you really couldn't move anymore.
Steve looks up at you as he adds a third finger, hooking the three in search of that sweet spot, that little spongy bump he knew was inside you. He knew that if he didnât add another, youâd start mumbling some nonsense about feeling empty and needing to be full of him. He briefly pulls his face away and looks up at you, a devilish grin still planted there as he continues to move those three large fingers in and out of your core. He loves having you like this, so compliant and weak, but so eager and hungry for more.
âThis pussy tastes fuckinâ insane, girl,â his tongue is slick and wet, his chin glistening as he looks you in the eyes while his fingers move inside of you.
âSteve, I-⊠oh god, Steve Iâm-,â you whine as your tired legs begin to shake against his shoulders, the heel of your foot pressing into his back. Your breathing is labored as you pant out breaths from between your lips and squeeze your eyes shut. Your voice is weak, shaky as you try to tell Steve that youâre so fucking close.
Steve knows what youâre trying to say, heâs been with you long enough to know exactly when youâre at that edge.
âI know what you need, sugarâŠâ he coos. âI know exactly what this pussy needsâŠâ
With a wicked smirk he moves back down, his tongue and mouth go right back to making a mess of your cunt, his movements were a little sloppy as his tired arms struggled to hold you down.Â
âCome on, girlâŠâ he whispers against your skin as those three fingers start to pump faster, trying to coax that orgasm out of you. He looks up at you without slowing down his finger movements one bit, giving you a somewhat blank glance, but you can barely make out that devilish glimmer thatâs still in his eyes. He looks right into your eyes as he speaks, âlook at me, honey. When you finish, I want you to look at me.â
You shake your head weakly with a shaky whimper. You can barely hold your eyes open, let alone hold your head up to look down at him while you come.
His foul mouth, filled with filthy words, was sending you over the edge. You were so close that it was damn near painful. Steve snickers to himself before resting his cheek against the soft inside of your thigh. He uses his thumb to rub at your clit as he pumps his fingers in and out, looking up at your pretty face with sweet and playful blue eyes.Â
âWe can compromise,â Steve suggests. He waits until he gets you closer, just a mere seconds away from coming on his fingers. He moves up your body, his fingers still working you as he looms over your body. Your eyes pop open to meet his icy gaze, a smirk playing on his lips as your mouth forms a silent âO.â He watches the beginning of your orgasm as you stare into each other's eyes, you sucking in multiple shallow breaths and arching your back up into him until your breasts meet his pecs.
However, once he feels you pulsing around his fingers, he quickly slides back down your body and attaches his mouth to your core, wanting to taste every bit of your release.
As you start to tip over that edge, he sees it in your eyes. He knows the look in those beautiful eyes when you get close to finishing. Steveâs fingers donât slow down. The pace he sets is punishing as he stares up into those gorgeous eyes of yours and sees the spark, the excitement, the rush that has now overcome you.
He's relentless, sucking and licking up every drop of you that he can get. He's loving this, he's loving every second of this little game he's playing. Steve lets out a muffled laugh against your skin as he keeps your legs wide open, his nose digging into the top of your mound.
His eyes werenât locked on yours anymore, they were shut as he basked in your taste and the feeling of your pulsating around his fingers. But you could feel that he still had this hunger, this look in his eyes like he wanted to devour you whole as you came. He was so focused on your pussy, on the way your hips rolled up into his face.
Steve finally opens his eys back up, watching what he could of you has your head was tilted back, watching your lips curl into a circle, the way your chin wobbled, your eyelashes as they fluttered, the way your chest rose and fell, your puckered nipples, your nails digging into the sheets, just everything. The only thing he couldnât know is what he desperately wanted: to know what was running through your mind, he wanted to get that connection with you.
As you finish, slowly but surely coming down as his fingers slow to stop, he snickes softly to himself while he moves back up and closer to your face, his hand moving to your chin, cupping your face in his hand that wasnât soaked in your juices.Â
You watch as he cups your face with his knees on either side of your hips, as he leans over to the bedside table to take a swig of the beer he had cracked open before his shower. He looks down at you with a smug grin as he drinks before putting it back down. Steve leans down to your lips and gives you a quick kiss, the taste of bitter beer and a light taste of yourself. You couldnât really describe the taste of your own pussy, but it was you⊠Thatâs how Steve described it when he wasnât comparing you to honeydew and plums or other fruits that grew in the south.Â
You hum into his mouth, your eyelids fluttering as they fight to stay open while you gaze up at him. You lose the battle and eventually have to close your eyes, lolling your head to the side with a satiated sigh.
Steve laughs softly under his breath as you let your head fall. He watches as your breathing becomes more steady, more even, your body and your mind now satisfied and so spent. He looks down at your face, the way this sweat glistens off of you, your chest that still rises and falls with each breath, the slight, sweet smile on your lips.
He lies down next to you, his arm wrapping around your waist. Steve hugs you close to his body. He's still in his tired and sore state as well but this was worth it. He kisses your forehead and whispers softly, âI told you I could help,â he chuckles.Â
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synopsis: when Yeosangs sickness worsens, the Hala-pack are forced to stay in unkown territory, all because their wolves had affections for the towns local doctor. They hope this doctor knows how to treat fish because Yeosang needs help, and his brothers are desperate.
word count: 8.3k (and 4 pictures)
warnings: Cursing, blood, knives(daggers), treating of wounds, treating of sickness, talks of death, screaming, possesive behavior kind of?, blood (obv cause wounds), suggestive thoughts (Mingi needs to FOCUS), mentions of torn snouts, old scars, uhm i think thast it?
notes: to those who don't know what a poet shirt is this is the specific shirt I'm referencing, Also PLEASE read the section named 'Guardians knowledge' for better understanding of refrences in the book itself before reading this chapter thank youuu (Guardians book of knowledge was DEFINITELY inspired by the books in the 'Grimm' series so anybody who watches that HIIIIII), also PLEASE remember to read the Creature lore to understand some things as this IS a fantasy book with my own lore for some creatures thank youuuu
Placing the clear, blue rimmed glass down on the placement cloth in front of you, you throw the drying cloth in your hands on your shoulder. Long white hair tied up lazily at the back of your head, white poet shirt hanging off your shoulders, its strings by your chest having been loosened the moment you bid farewell to your last patron for the night. Your necklace consisting of a dull orange fire stone remains barely concealed beneath your white shirt, its chain placed comfortingly around your neck. The angle your shirt is sitting may expose more of your chest than you would usually feel comfortable with showing in public, but currently it's only you and the Choiâs at the tavern.
âMoon Tavernâ - the tavern you own- is open 24/7 on weekends, but closes at 11 pm on weeknights, for you have to ensure those on your side of the land, those in your village are ready the next morning for their duties. Unfortunately for your regulars it's a Thursday night, meaning closing time. Meaning cleaning up duty for you and those on your shift. You turn your head and scan around you, looking down both sides of the bar counter to ensure no glasses or coasters are left laying around before your eyes trail to the middle of the tavern where the Choiâs sit waiting for you.Â
Choi Beomgyu, a young man of 22 who you met when he was only 17, being banished to Obsidian, due to his seeing abilities, when the war came to an end, he became your second ever apprentice. Next to him sits Choi Yeonjun at the age of 24, a snake shifter who followed his friend all the way from their homeland and ended up right in your welcoming embrace.Â
They both work as waiters at the tavern, sometimes even performing with the band, always insisting on helping you close when you man the bar on night shifts- but never doing the same for your co-owner, you know the reason but pay it no mind.Â
Cracking your neck before stretching your hands above your head, your back curls in as your chest pushes out, causing the strings of your shirt to loosen even more. Beomgyu wolf-whistles from where he sits as Yeonjun starts chastising you for your actions. âI've told you so many times that that's not healthy Boss, if youâre having pain problems again you need to let Niki or Gyu look at you.â Yeonjun looks at you with a mock scolding gaze.
You scoff, finishing your stretch before looking at the boy- not man, boy because compared to someone of your age that is what he is, a boy, one of your boys. âAnd I've told you many times not to call me Boss, guess neither of us listen to the other'' you bite back before removing the cloth from your shoulder, placing it on the drying pole attached to the bottom of the bar counter on your end.
âToucheâ Yeonjun replies as both he and Beomgyu stand up while you walk out from behind the bar, picking up your jacket and keys that was on the counter, the three of you start walking to the front door as you turn off all the lanterns you walk by, âwell, I, for one, was delighted by the show given- so I humbly thank youâ Beomgyu gives an over dramatic bow as he speaks, causing Yeonjun to roll his eyes and your lips to quirk up ever so slightly.
The three of you walk until you're outside the tavern, you make sure to lock it before you continue walking, there's a cold breeze tonight, almost calming as it nips at the parts of your exposed skin, the boys behind you shiver and snuggle more into their own jackets as they walk, one on each side of you, you on the other hand do not falter in your steps. Despite your love of warmth you've grown quite accustomed to the cold nights that seem to accompany the dark sky of Obsidian.
You reach the part in your path where you and the boys should split, while they live more to the center of the town, in a neighborhood along with the rest of your pack, your home is located on the outskirts next to the river that separates your land between its two regions. You turn to say goodbye but catch Beomgyu staring at you in a worried manner, his eyes glowing a faint- barely noticeable purple âThe water will shine a luminous blue tonight as natureâs soldier will be hurt, and the singers rock will formâ you tilt your head inquisitively but when he doesn't say anything else you leave it be.Â
Seers cannot control the amount of information they are given and Beomgyu would've told you if there was something else. You nod your head in understanding before placing your hand on his shoulder, you look down at him and smile in a reassuring way, âIâll be safe, donât worry my little videns â Beomgyuâs head tilts to rest on your hand at your words.
âI donât know if Iâm fine with letting you walk home alone now..â Yeonjun looks like heâs contemplating following you as he bites the inside of his cheek but you quickly shut him down, âJun, Iâll be fine. I can take care of myself, you two need to get home, you have a shift tomorrow morningâ. Yeonjun huffs âYeah with Tea-moo, I donât think either of us really mind being late for that oneâ he rolls his eyes as his arms are crossed over his chest, pouting like a child. âHeâs still your leader Jun, you should respect himâ you scold the boy, knowing your words won't have any impact now as they hadn't before, not on this topic.Â
âYouâre our leader Boss, heâs the guy who you let be the leader and we both know it.â Yeonjunâs distaste for Tea-moo was never a secret, it caused a lot of tension in your pack, but neither he nor Tea-moo made an effort to fix the strain. âJun Iâm not having this conversation again.â you reply sternly, âIâm going home, you two need to do the same. Niki is probably waiting for you and I donât want him staying up too late we have lessons tomorrowâ
Niki, your first apprentice, your little shadow dragon, your son. He lives with you most of the time but often spends nights over at the Choiâs, the three of them act like brothers and it comforts your heart to know they have each other. Youâre currently busy teaching Niki everything you know as the boy wants to follow in your footsteps, become a healer and not a destroyer as shadow dragons are often depicted.
âFine, but if anything feels wrong even in the slightest the you scream, alrightâ Yeonjun needs that reassurance at least. âI doubt something to that extent will happen Junâ, you donât want to promise him you would, because a bansheeâs scream is a deafening one, itâs not something to be used lightly and something you've only used a handful of times. âPromise meâ he does not relent.
âIf it gets to that extent, I will scream to alert you.â You nod to him and his tense shoulders seem to relax a little. As Beomgyu lifts his head from your hand on his shoulder both of them come closer to hug you as a goodbye. You hate lying, but you know you won't scream, to resort to such measures is simply not something you're capable of doing. Youâve only used your scream once in your life, and you dread something of the like happening again.
You watch as they walk the opposite direction, walking as one, two halves of a whole. A feeling of contentment stirs in you, despite whatever Beomgyuâs vision foretold you know theyâll be safe, and that's all you could ask for.
âNoâ, Mingiâs voice is firm, almost angry sounding as his jaw clenches in an effort to not yell at the others in the room. âI told you all, heâs mine-'' his words are interrupted with Yunhoâs introjection of "oursâ â-Heâs ours, Iâm not bringing you guys to him.â Mingi finishes.
Heâs standing with his back leaning against the wall, everyone is gathered in the kitchen, most sitting, except for Yunho- who's standing right next to Mingi- and San who's standing behind Wooyoung. âMingi, Yeosang is sick, he needs help and itâs something nobody here knows how to deal with. We canât travel with him in this condition so we are stuck on this island- one that isn't our territory. You say this guy is a doctor, he might know how to help. Sanâs knowledge of herbs can only get us so far.â Hongjoongs voice is calm as he tries to reason with Mingi, but you can hear the sharp edge of authority it holds as he sits at the head of the table.Â
âA human doctor, yes, how do we know heâll be able to help Yeosang?â Yunhoâs voice isnât as strained with anger as Mingiâs, but you can hear his hesitance. âHe lives in a region known for harboring two of the most regal packs, Iâm quite sure heâs probably aware of our species, may have even encountered many, he may know at least something that could help us, or point us in the direction of someone who could.â Seonghwa says as he sits beside Hongjoong, his voice flows calm, a sharp contrast to their leaders icinessâ Seonghwas reflects the warmth thatâs permanently buried in his chest, but everyone can tell heâs just as worried about Yeosang.Â
Yunhoâs stomach churns at the idea of you having met, let alone interacted with other supernatural creatures as Mingi lets out a low grumble in discontempt. âListen, I know you guys have some weird possession kink or something over this guy, but Yeosang needs help. Do you really want him to die simply because you couldn't control your jealousy for a few hours?â Jongho asks, annoyed and his words cut deep.
Yunho turns to Mingi, while Yunho may be hesitant he doesn't want Yeosang to die. But Mingi has known you longer, there's a sort of seniority there, Yunho knows how much you mean to Mingi. Fuck you mean just as much to him, but he knows how Mingiâs mind works, he knows heâs not the one that gets to make this decision. Mingi in turn is stone faced, but Yunho can tell heâs conflicted. âJust for a check up? Nothing more?â Mingi asks, voice seeking confirmation in the same vulnerable way a child would from a parent, and the whole room takes a breath of relief.Â
âOnly a check up, we only want to know if he can figure out whatâs going on with Yeosangâ Hongjoong confirms. After a moment of silence, and another shared look with Yunho, Mingi speaks again âFine, but you let me and Yunho go in first, explain to him the situation. He doesn't know about us, about this, I want to explain to him first, I need to. Need to have him hear it from meâ
The others all nod in agreement as they move to get ready to take Yeosang to your place. Mingi canât help the anxiety building within him, he doesn't know what heâd do if you hate him after this. Even worse if youâre scared of him after this. He doesnt think he could go on living if you were. He hates the idea, the thought of losing you, loathes it even.
Mingi walks into the room where Yeosang lays on the bed, his skin sickly pale, unnatural and different from the usual light tan the siren has. His lips are chapped and parts of his skin are molting, eyeâs closed as heâs barely breathing. San is holding a cold water cloth to his forehead in an effort to try and cool down the sirens fever. Jongho sits at the other side of the bed, heâs taken Yeosangâs sickness the hardest besides Wooyoung and San, solidarity in species and all. Mingi looks at Wooyoung who's standing a bit away, Wooyoung's scared to get too close to his friend, scared his natural heat will only worsen Yeosongâs temperature. It must hurt, not being able to be there for his best friend, and Mingi feels guilt at his apprehension on letting you treat Yeosang, after all that means heâs the one separating these two.
He stands next to Yunho, sharing a look before starting to walk again as he makes his way to the front door, Yunho following. The breeze of the night hit him as the sky began to dusk. The moon is shining brightly, almost as if illuminating the path to your house and Yunho canât help but think it might be an omen, whether itâs a good or bad one is still undecided.
You walk to your backdoor as you hear knocking. You know it's Mingi and Yunho, theyâre the only ones that would use that entrance, only ones that would knock too. What worries you is the fact that the knocking seems frantic and you could sense multiple other life forces as well, although theyâre a little farther from the entrance of your house than the wolves.Â
You open the door as you look at the two, itâs unusual that theyâre here tonight, they donât usually come over on weeknights, so the fact that theyâre at your front door, looking quite nervous on a Thursday concerns you. âOh? To what do I owe the visit?â You ask the two as you step aside to let them in, the other life forces donât move and so you leave them alone.Â
Mingi and Yunho both step inside, Yunho looking more nervous as Mingi is more conflicted. âWe uhm- we have to talkâ Mingi says, fiddling with the bandages on his fingers as he walks into your house a bit more, before leaning on the countertop in the corner. Yunho stays by the door but moves to the side a bit so that heâs not blocking it. âWe need your help..âÂ
His words peak your interest, the two never share a lot about their current private affairs and you respect that. Understanding that not every creature wishes to be known, especially if theyâre of the rarer types like you know these two are, so them standing before you now asking this question is quite strange. âOh? What can I help with?â You walk into your home, decidedly leaving the door open.Â
âOkay so uhm- Iâm not sure if you know. Wait what do you know- wait no wait oka-â Mingiâs nervous rambling is cut off by Yunho who looks you dead in the eye, unlike Mingi whose eyes are drilling holes in the floor. âDo you believe in the supernatural?â Yunhoâs voice is firm and not as soft as youâre used to. âThe supernatural? yeah, why?â You say nonchalantly, thinking of all the ways the direction this conversation can go. Would they confess their true nature? Yunho scratches the back of his neck as he takes a deep breath before speaking âSo uhm if we were to say, to tell you uhm we-â his words are interrupted by a loud scream from outside, all three of your heads turning the direction of the scream.
The scream was guttural sounding, desperate and dry as you stand closest to the doorway you can see bodyâs panicking as they rush out of the bushes, laying another body down on the ground, you canât see much of what's happening because of the distance but you can that Yunho and Mingi are worried, bodyâs tense. âI'm guessing thatâs why you asked? about the supernatural?â You speak and your voice is steady in an effort to give some comfort, you walk a bit more into your kitchen before reaching a door on the side and opening it. âTell them to bring him in- only you and one other can come with him- I donât need this many unknown people in my house.â You say before walking down the stairs of the door youâve opened. Turning the lights on down the way.
As your back is turned to them you can't see the bafflement on their faces as they freeze at your seeming nonchalant demeanor before rushing out to the rest of their packmates. You walk down into your apothecary room as you turn on the lights and clear your table, you donât know what youâll be dealing with, so for now all you do is roll up your sleeves and tie your hair. You hear the footsteps of three males come down the stairs. Mingi and Yunho reach your sight first before you see the two behind them, a shorter blond carrying a platinum blond man.
â[M/n] how-â Mingiâs words are cut off by your own âPut him down on the tableâ you instruct the blond and he does so with hesitance. âWhat's your name?â you ask again as you start inspecting the man laying down on your table, âSan.â he responds as you remove the man on your tableâs shirt, âOkay San, tell me about your friend here- heâs a Siren right?â you ask. âYeah, wait [M/n] how do you-â Mingi responds instead but you completely ignore him. âFresh or saltwater?â you ask already knowing the answer, eyeâs directed at San. âFresh waterâ San responds, âWhat are you doing- why are you taking off his shirt?â he asks, confusion sounding like anger. âBecause I'm gonna need you to smear ointment on his chest- lest you want him to stop breathingâ you say as you turn to try and reach for a jar of ointment in the cabinet behind you. Although San is quick to stop you as he grabs the wrist of the hand you had rested on the siren's chest to check his heartbeat.
âListen I donât know who you are, but you need to tell me what the fuck-AH!â Sanâs words are stopped by a sharp wince as he suddenly lets go of your wrist, clutching his arm as he looks at the back of his shoulder. Behind him in the doorway you see your best friend standing with her arm outstretched as sheâs just thrown a knife into his shoulder blade.âYou wolves couldn't act fast enough to stop your little friend here from grabbing [M/n]?â Lisa asks as she walks over. San tries to pull out the knife but you quickly stop him, âDonât do that, that knifeâs specifically designed to hurt anyone except for Lisa. Mingi go get another one of your friends to help Sanâ you say and Mingi complies, despite the unease in his eyes and the questions you can feel lingering on his lips, he walks back out the room. âSan you sit down on that chair over thereâ you point to a chair in the corner of the room âLisa help himâ she clicks her tongue before looking at you as if asking why âYouâre the only one that can touch the knife, you know where the ointment is, Yunho help her I donât think San would be to keen on letting her touch himâ you order and Yunho nods, his mouth closed and it seems even he hasnât processed whats been happening.Â
Mingi comes down with another male behind him, this one with short dark hair, âFire elemental yeah? Whatâs your name?â you ask him as you get out jars of paste from your cabinets. âUhm uh yeah Wooyoung whatâs going on with Sanâ his eyes instinctively flicker to his friend and you can see the panic in his eyes, âhey don't focus on him, focus on me I need your help with your friend.â Wooyoung's head snaps between the two of his friends before he sees San nod at him and he walks up to the table as you hand him a jar. âHere, smear this into his chestâ you say as you start inspecting the siren on your table. âWhen was the last time he swam- in fresh water specificallyâ You ask Wooyoung. âUhm I'm not sure? A few months ago maybe? He and Jongho- a saltwater siren, swam in the Night sea before we came here but he hasnât been in the water since and then he got sick so we donât know what to doâ Wooyoung's words flow out a mile a minute as he starts rubbing the clear ointment on Yeosangs chest.Â
âTell me what youâre doing to himâ San speaks from the corner of the room between pained hisses. âOkay you see this?â you point to the open gills of the Siren before you, âUsually sirens' gills only form when theyâre underwater, his gills being open, basically gasping for air means he cant breath. Freshwater Sirens are much more sensitive than saltwater ones, they need more water intake and too much salt water can also dry out their skin. I've seen it before one or two times in my lifetime, heâs dehydrated, see how heâs molting and his chapped lips?â Wooyoung's nodâs. âSo you know how to help him then?â San asks as heâs being wrapped in a bandage by Yunho, Lisa now standing in the other corner of the room as she cleans her dagger.Â
âYeah, yeah I know how, Lisa, would you get me the towels please?â you respond as you wrap your hands around Yeosangs neck, covering his gills as Lisa walks up the stairs of the room into your home. Seeing your actions, San tries to storm up from his chair but is held back by Yunho as Mingiâs voice aggressively tells him to sit.âWhat are you doing?! You just said his gills are how he breathes?! Wooyoung stop him!â San shouts as heâs struggling against Yunho's hold, Wooyoung tries to reach for your hands but is yanked back by Mingi âI told you not to touch himâ his voice is borderline possessive but you can't bring yourself to focus on that now. âThe ointment Wooyoung rubbed on his chest helped open up his lungs, I'm closing his gills to ensure he'll breathe out of his mouth.â you say and before they can respond the siren lets out a gasp as his breathing becomes a bit more stable, now from his mouth and nose.
âAlright I have to take him out to the water, you can follow but donât interrupt okay?â You look at the four men in front of you, three nod as San stays silent. You pick Yeosang up bridal-style and Mingi lets out a noise of protest but stays mostly silent. You walk up the stairs careful not to move the siren in your hold too much. As you walk out of your home and feel the cold breeze hit you for the second time that night, the siren in your hold wines at the temperature drop. You nod your head in acknowledgement at the three other males standing outside, looking worried to all hell, as you continue walking to the stream that flows outside your house only a few miles away.
You feel the seven men following you, some fussing over San as they walk, Mingi and Yunho leading them, Lisa follows with towels in hand. As you reach the edge of the stream you look back at the men, âDonât interrupt yeah? You might not understand what's happening but interfering will only hurt himâ you look back at the water. The men behind you all seem apprehensive but comply to your orders, San only because heâs still being held back by Yunho. The clearing is deathly silent as you start walking into the river, despite the cold of the water you donât flinch.Â
As you work and the others watch you, Hongjoongs turns to Mingi, âI thought you said he was human?â he whispers slightly, âI thought he wasâ Mingi responds, mouth almost agape in awe at your actions. âThen why does his right eye look like that of a banshee? Don't tell me you didn't realizeâ Hongjoong whispers again, this time Mingi is silent as he hears his leader's revelation. Heâs always been curious about your white eye, the intricate markings almost like shattered glass, sometimes even wondering if you were blind in it, but heâd never had the gall to ask.
You let out a whistle as you stand in the water. It reaches your chest as you hold Yeosang, letting him practically float in the freshwater, his whole body, except for his face covered by the usual clear stream that's now blurred by the night's darkness. âAmphitrite, darling I need your helpâ you call out softly, in the same voice youâd speak to Mingi in when he fell asleep on your shoulder, the voice you'd speak to Yunho in when he came to you teary eyed and in need of comfort. A moment of confusion passes before the water starts swirling around you. The hair youâve loosely tied has now fallen, cascading down your shoulders like a waterfall as the ends drift in the river. The water around you and the siren starts turning a bright blue, almost blinding. Once again San tries to lurch forward but is held back by Hongjoong, âHe said not to interruptâ the leader states, despite his own confusion he is smart enough to know not to mess with the trails of a Banshee.Â
From the side of the river, the side filled with forest trees so dark the others canât see past the line that separates the land they currently stand on with the territory named Forest night, emerges a large horse. Not a normal one. The horse seems sickly, almost dark and boney, barely a horse at all as its seaweed-like mane sways lightly in the wind, dripping wet despite the fact that the horse has just come out of the dry forest. The horse- the kelpieâs soulless eyes stare into the 7 men standing on the other side of the river. The way itâs flesh is ripped from the sides of its snout revealing itâs horrific teeth is a picture painted from nightmares of the sickests minds. Its bones crack with every step and the dark shadows around it lash out as whispers follow.
It steps into the water and the liquid seems to be drawn to it. The water crawls up its legs and takes its form, molding with the bloody bones and dark shadows so well, to the point that if you didnât look too closely the horse would seem normal, beautiful even. No ripped flesh or greasy hair, no teeth are shown from its snout because its skin has no tear. The kelpie is big and dark, looking like a noble steed fit for a true royal, yet it walks over to you so slow and soft that it's clear where its loyalties lie. The kelpie goes silent, no whisper or lashing of shadows as it bows to you. The animal who is known to bring death to many sends a horrid thought through Sanâs mind. They had just given Yeosang, to the nightmarish stallion, on a silver platter. Instead of the creature luring Yeosang to death, it was his own pack who handed him to the ominous shadows of death looming above the glowing river of life.Â
You reach out a hand to pet its snout, âAmphritre darling, could you help this young siren for me?â you ask softly, stroking the kelpie, it seems to look down for a moment, makes a noise of dismay before you speak again, âPlease?â you ask, removing your hand from its snout and gripping your necklace, the kelpie looks at the stone in your hand and relaxes as you reach back up to pet it once more.Â
It retracts its snout from your hold before looking down at Yeosang, sniffing his hair slightly before bringing a hoof out of the water, time seems to slow down as the horse slaps its hoof down on Yeosangs chest before it dissolves into the water, as if it was never there. Its former dark hair and pale bones now blending in with the bubbling waters as Yeosang gasps again, his body lurching forward as his eyes fly open. He coughs up water as you gently rub his back, your other arm. still supporting him as heâs basically sitting on it. âItâs okay, Itâs okayâ you whisper softly, unaware of how both Mingi and Yunhoâs eyes are locked on you.Â
The way your hair reflects the moonlight, glowing bright as it drifts on the water behind your back, the way your white shirt- now wet and clear sticks to your skin, the way your voice dips low as you whisper to Yeosang, despite it being barely audible to those standing on the ground, it sends shivers down their spine. Makes Mingiâs stomach churn with heat and Yunhoâs chest rumble with jealousy. Everyone else is focusing on the now conscious Yeosang, but theyâre focusing on you.
As Yeosangâs coughing fit stops he looks up at you, eyes lidded and foggy and then he gives you a lazy smile, âMy pearl, Iâve found you, my pearl, my pearlâ Yeosang chantâs out softly like a mantra, his hand reaches for your cheek and just before he could place it on your skin, you tap his forehead, causing him to drop back down, now in a deep sleep as he practically snuggles into your hold. Your breath hitches at his words and your eyes lock with Hongjoong and Seonghwa, whose own had widened significantly, but you try not to react too much as you look down for a moment to ensure heâs sleeping before you start to step out as the water around you calms down, going back to its original dark state, only light being from the reflection of the moon.
âWhat- how-â Mingiâs splutters of confusion are ignored as the salt water siren rushes forward, frantically looking Yeosang up and down, trying to take him from your hold. The siren in your arms, despite his sleepy state, refuses as he makes a noise of protest. You nod your head at Lisa as she hands you a towel before handing another to the saltwater siren. âWhatâs your name, little one?â she asks him gently, her voice not even close to the malicious tone she had held earlier when speaking to San, âJonghoâ the saltwater Siren states. âAlright Jongho, youâre gonna need to help me transfer your friend here from [M/n]âs arms. Can you sit down for me? Hold your hands open with the towel, be ready to take himâ she instructs gently, Jongho does as told, you follow shortly after, sitting down on your knees, the action causing your wet pants to flex against your thighs, which immediately drawâs Yunhoâs attention.
âWhatâs this one's name?â you ask Jongho softly, referring to the man in your arms, âYeosangâ the shifter that stands beside Mingi speaks. He seems regal in a sense, and you can sense a connection of sorts to him⊠he must be a creature that inhabits water, you hum in acknowledgment at his answer before looking down at the boy in your arms. âAlright Yeosang can you hear me?â You speak, gently using one of your hands that's not holding him against you to move the wet hair out of his face, the siren makes a noise of acknowledgement but doesn't open his eyes. âI'm going to need you to let go of me okay? We need to dry you off lest you get sickâ you utter and your voice flows over the clearing, despite your gentle tone, the low rumble of your words seems to keep everyone around you quiet. The siren makes another noise of disagreement and you can sense the starting agitation of the wolves standing a bit to your right.
âCome on, if you do this for me Iâll be here when you wake up okay? Just go into the arms of your brother." Finally Yeosang complies at your words as he relaxes the arms that were wrapped around your neck, you hand him to Jongho who instantly wraps him in the blanket and gently tries to dry him as Wooyoung and San flock to his side. You stand up and start gently drying yourself, Lisa helping you with your long hair as you look at the others. âYou need to get him home for now, the water may have helped him but the measures i've used will ensure heâll be very cold, Iâd suggest keeping Wooyoung close to him to warm him up, Iâm not sure how long you guys will be here, so he can come swim in the river if he feels his hydration levels get too low, just let me know first.â You speak to the group, mostly the two reptilian shifters given they seem to hold the most authority among the group.
âWait- what how did you-â Mingi walks closer as he starts questioning what just happened, despite his confusion and search for answers his eyes are stuck on your chest as your shirt sticks to it and the necklace heâs never seen you without dangles from your neck. âIsn't it obvious? Thought those two would have figured it out alreadyâ you nod to the two shifters again before pointing to your eye, the one that's white and void, filled with little gray lines. âThe eyeâs of a Banshee.â The shorter one states, âAlthough I haven't heard of one being alive in a while, the last known one was when the war ended.â the white haired one follows.
âI like keeping quiet, nothing good comes of my kind being known. You must understand thatâ you say, voice monotone as the two nod. âIâm Kim Hongjoong, this is my right hand Park Seonghwa. It is a pleasure to finally meet you, we have heard quite a lotâ Hongjoong says as he nods his head at you. âThank you for saving Yeosang, truly we didnât know what to do.â Seonghwa does the same as Hongjoong as he nods his head.Â
âHm, Itâs no problem, although I must say not everyday the King of Aurora comes to my home.â You say as you look at Hongjoong, his face is stoic but you see the slight widening of his eyes that shows his shock. âWhat? You think just because weâre an isolated island that we donât keep up with what happens in other regions?â you ask half sarcastically, Wooyoung whoâs listening into the conversation makes a small shrug of âyeahâ. You chuckle slightly and the sound is like music to Mingi and Yunhoâs ears in this tense atmosphere. âI think you guys should go home yeah? He needs restâ you nod over to the sleeping Yeosang.
 Seonghwa steps forward for a moment, âHeâll ask about you, you know that right? Not everyday a fresh water siren finds their pearlâ you nod your head in understanding as you cross your arms, the others make faces of confusion but don't interrupt âYes I understand that, but right now rest is more important to him.â You say and Hongjoong nods, âWe do still need to talkâ he motions for the others to start gathering around as his eyes are focused on you.
 âHm, I guess I understand, a King worried about a man of his packâ you hum, not noticing the slight flinch as you refer to him as âKingâ, âThere's a tavern a little bit into town, called Moonlight, Iâll meet you there tomorrow to talk, you can come anytime. Although not everyone can come, I'm not sure my pack would appreciate being ambushed by yoursâ Hongjoong nods at your words as he turns around to signal the rest to leave, but Mingi instantly lurches forward.
âHey woah no Iâm not leaving, since when were you a Banshee? Wait, no that's stupid, why didnât you tell me? Why didn't you tell us?â There are tears lingering in his eyes as he asks you pleadingly, his pupils wide and glossy. He searches your face for an answer as his hands grip your arms desperately. âWhy didn't you tell me you were wolves? Shifters from the Walkam bloodline no lessâ you donât mean to seem as cold as you do, but your words send a chill down the wolves spine, one colder than the night sky youâre currently standing under.
âWe were scared..â Yunho whispers as he moves closer to both you and Mingi. The others look at the scene unfolding before them and they feel as if theyâve invaded something they shouldnât have, but they canât look away. The way the moon is shining on you three is simply mesmerizing, as if sheâs capturing the moment in her memory. âAnd so was I. You must know being a Banshee is not safe, for me nor for you. Some things are better kept unsaid.â You place a hand on each of their cheeks as their faces nuzzle into your skin, warm flushed against your cold hands. âBut we werenât- that's not what we were scared of I- '' Mingi's words are cut off by Lisa, who's standing with the others.
âLoverboy, I donât think this is the place for your confession okay? Besides [Name] is tired, that ritual takes a lot out of himâ she says as she shifts her weight to one hip, she seems a little annoyed to the others but you can see the bit of sympathy in her eyes. The scene seems almost familiar to her but she pushes the feeling away. Mingi turns his head to her and opens his mouth to protest but heâs stopped by you talking instead. âSheâs right Mingi, you need to go home, Yeosang needs to rest, I need to rest.â You tell him softly. âBut we have to talkâ Yunhoâs disheartened voice reaches your ears. âTomorrow is Friday, right? We always meet on friday nights, why would tomorrow be any different? We can talk then, I'll give you all the answers I can then.â your thumb strokes his cheek gently before you retract your hands. Both wolves whine at the loss of your touch but they don't talk back at your words. They listen intently like worshipers would their deity.
âPromise?â they ask in unison, Mingiâs eyes glisten with unshed tears as Yunhoâs does with hope. âWhen have I ever backed out of our Friday night meetings? Why would I skip the chance to see you now meae carissimae lupiâ the familiar name rolls off your tongue in a language that makes Hongjoongs eyes widen slightly, but he doesnât comment on it, not in such a fragile atmosphere. Both Mingi and Yunhoâs eyes flash with confusion yet fondness, youâve never told them what the name meant, but they both hold the familiarity of the way your voice vibrates when you refer to them with it dear. âNow I believe you need to help get your brother home hm?â You nod your head to Yeosang who's still in Jonghoâs arms. Yunho is the first to start retreating, but Mingi is hesitant to do the same, instead he sends one final glance to his pack. His eyes lock with Yunho, and then his gaze lingers on Yeosang for just a moment longer than a normal look should, before he hugs you, tightly. Not caring for the wetness of your clothes, or the coldness of your skin, he hugs you like his life depends on it, and were you any weaker it would have hurt.
 He rests his nose in your neck, inhaling your scent as if heâs engraving it in his memory. Your hand automatically rests itself on his head, gently scratching his scalp to try and soothe him from what you believe to be the feelings of his sick brother now crashing down on him. Unbeknownst to you, the action solidifies something, adds oxygen to his lungs, to the fire in his very being that's alight for you.Â
âMingi..â Hongjoong calls in warning as he sees Lisaâs gaze. Hongjoong doesnât want to intrude longer than he already has, the suspicions he and Seonghwa currently hold make him weary of your company, despite the kind gesture you had just done for them. Mingi growls, itâs low, not like any sound theyâve ever heard from him, seems to reverberate from his chest like a demon roaring in a cave, and not that of a normal wolf. Although he lets go, and so no one pays it any mind, all of them having too much to process tonight already, Mingiâs more primal than usual rumble being the last of their worries.Â
Mingi looks at your face as he lets go of you, leans in and kisses your nose as he cups your cheeks before he turns away and starts walking, not looking at any of his pack members. You stand in shock as you watch his retreating figure, feeling the tingle of his lips on your skin linger. Yunho spares you a glance of longing before going after Mingi, and the others hang around unsure whether they should stay or go.
 â[Name] will meet you at the tavern tomorrow, King. You all should go before I stick another knife in one of youâ Lisa says as she assesses the situation at hand, her eyes travel to San as he grits his teeth, shoulders tensing as he seemingly readies himself to jump at her, but heâs stopped by Wooyoung holding his arm. âYeah weâll go Maâam, no need to dagger any of usâ he tugs San to follow, the blond making a confused noise at Wooyoung's sudden honorifics for the female. Jongho whose feet have already begun moving the moment Lisaâs first sentence left her mouth.
Now the only people left in the clearing, itâs you, Lisa, Seonghwa and Hongjoong. âYou speak the ancient language?â Seonghwa asks, âI was taught at a young age, just as you probably were, lost dragon of Twilightâ Seonghwaâs breath hitches at your response, eyes widening as he immediately opens his mouth to respond, yet Hongjoong interrupts him, âSeonghwa, we will go.â Hongjoong whoâs been analyzing both you and Lisa makes his decision final as he starts walking, Seonghwa quickly following his leader but still spluttering in confusion. His regal mask seemingly breaking the moment you showed an inkling of knowledge.
Once the two have passed the treeline and are out of your sight, you let out a breath of relief and Lisa immediately moves to your side to support you as your legs give in for a moment. She gives you a second to stabilize yourself before you both move back into your home, you immediately sit on a stool by your kitchen counter as she locks the door. Your head rests in your hands as you hear Lisa rustle around in your kitchen. âDrinkâ, she says, before placing a glass of water in front of you as she sits down herself.
 You take the glass and chug it as she starts speaking, âTea-moo wonât like this you knowâ she plays with her dagger as she speaks, the tip of the blade chipping a hole into the paint of the counter top as she spins it under her finger. âTea-moo has a wife to worry about, and stop it with the blade youâre going to ruin another counter topâ you swat her hand playfully to stop her, she huffs and drops the dagger. âShe wonât like this eitherâ Lisa gives you a knowing look as she stands back up, now looking through your cupboards. âJust for different reasonsâ you sigh as she turns around, a jar of salve in her hands.
She walks over to you as you turn in your chair to face her, with her help you remove your shirt as she opens the jar, your muscleâs ache with the strain youâve put on them tonight, clearly not having used your magic for a long time has an effect on you. Looking down you see the lightning-like scars that litter your torso and crawl all the way to your back. You're just lucky the transparency of your white shirt didnât expose the usually light pink marks that litter your skin tonight, but now theyâre glowing a faint blue. Itâs not painful by any means, but still the reminder that it can be excruciating when not treated haunts you. You shake your head to distract yourself as Lisa starts lightly applying the balm along the lines of your healed wounds. Itâs become a calming ritual for her, applying the salve on the long forgotten wounds that only re appear when you use your magic. Itâs as if the light inside you tries to escape, and Lisa tries her hardest to keep it inside. Lest she fail again. Applying the salve to watch the marks almost completely disappear is the only thing that can help her rest easy after you've used magic such as what you used tonight.
âVampires are territorial creatures, they are most like wolves in that wayâ she muses as she continues your previous conversation, âDonât let them hear you say thatâ you try and lighten the mood, and under any other circumstance it would have worked. âTea- moo hearing me compare him to a wolf is not my concern. My concern; is him finding out his previous imprinted- and his wife's savior has been claimed by a Siren- a prince of Dune no lessâ Lisaâs gaze flickers to the orange stone hung around your neck before she looks at you, you sigh and rub your eyes, already feeling the headache forming, âand why is that your concern?â you voice the question yet already know the answer.Â
âThat nation abandoned you, who's to say their prince wont do the same?â she slams the lid back on the jar of salve before she moves to put it away while you put on your shirt again. âWhat happened then had nothing to do with him Lisa, you know that. He does not know who I am and does not know I know who he is. Besides, I do not plan on reciprocating his bond. I've had enough dealing with Duneâs sirens to last me all my lifetimes.â you bring your necklace out from under your shirt as Lisa walks back to you, she takes the stone in her hand gently as it glows in response to her touch, you let her.Â
She lets it drop back to your chest with a gentle jingle of the chain, âAnd the wolves? Youâve been awfully close to them this last year, and while the others may have been fine with it- having seen them tonight? Having heard the rumble in the angry oneâs-""Mingiâsâ you interrupt her,âMingiâs chestâ she nods her head, âthat's something way more than just adoration for youâŠâ she says, and this time you canât reassure her in your hesitance to pursue anything like you could with the siren.
She nods her head in understanding, âJust be careful hm?â she pats your chest, âdealing with one supernatural bond is hard enough, having the prospect of three? It might not bode well with the othersâ You nod your head at her words because you know itâs true, but you canât bring yourself to deny anything.
Because the last few months, this last year spent with Mingi and Yunho have brought back to you what you thought had been extinguished forever, but youâre scared of accepting the reality of what that means. Accepting reality means accepting them, and you fear you'll drown their fire if you do, just like you did before.
âDo you think itâs stupid of me to live in this delusion?â you ask quietly, fiddling with your necklace as it once again glows in response to you, your emotions. Lisa sighs, âI donât think itâs stupid- I donât think it's a delusion either, My little princeâ she holds your face in her hands, using the tittle you've long since forgone. Lisa has always been with you, ever since you were a teen knowing nothing about life she had been one of the older flames who helped guide you. âIf those wolves are what you desire, then you know i'll help you acquire them- I think they would come willinglyâ she jokes, and you huff out a laugh. âMy desire means nothing in the face of their safety. I just, I like to think that If I was different, if I wasn't-â you stop your sentence, âI like to think that sometimes I could love someone the way you love herâ you say. Lisaâs eyes fill with pain and she kisses your forehead, âYou will, you'll find someone who loves you like thatâ âYou already haveâ she thinks but doesn't verbalize.
âWhy are you always the one able to make me vulnerable?â you ask rhetorically, biting your cheek in an effort not to cry. Lisaâs warmth sometimes reminds you more of your mother than a sister. âI've been your guard since before you knew what love meant [M/N], if you didn't feel safe enough to be vulnerable with me I wouldn't be doing my job rightâ she bites back and pats your cheek before her hands leave your face. âYou know you don't have to protect me right? I can do it myselfâ you muse, and she responds without a beat, âI donât have too, I want to. Just because you're able to protect yourself doesn't mean you should. You protect the others, you protect your kids, so I protect you.â
You smile at her, and sheâs reminded of another time, a younger you running between an army of soldiers, laughing as the big burly men in all black gaze with fondness at your little figure. The contrast of your soft white hair and clothing to their intimidating nature always drew a laugh from onlookers. Lisa remembers sitting next to her love as you played with the soldiers, she remembers a time your smile was innocent and not burdened with the pain and knowledge you now hold.
She hopes these wolves could bring back that smile.
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Silver Lining 5
Warnings:Â non/dubcon, speech impediment, bullying and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
Characters:Â silverfox!Bucky Barnes
Summary: You have an unpleasant encounter with an older man.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Iâm happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your phone buzzes as your niece bounces dangerously close to the tree. Your sister's in town with her two kids, but neither her or her husband seem to care much about watching them. Somehow, you're tasked with that and unsure what to do about their endless energy. You envy them truly so you just kind of let them go.
You hear your mother and sister chattering in the kitchen, her husband is in the garage with your stepdad, and as always, you're the odd one out. You slide your phone out and check the ID. It's Bucky, technically your new boss. You notice you've missed a few texts from him. Great. Not a good start. You were supposed to tell everyone at dinner about your new gig.
You answer, watching the kids without much thought, play tug of war over a string of tinsel. You should stop them but it'll just snap anyhow. You clear your throat and put your hand to your cheek, feeling the nervousness warm your skin.
"Hello, Mr. B-Barnes," you eke out.
"Bucky, it's fine," he sounds slightly irritated but you don't think you've heard a different tone from him so far, "you're busy?"
"Well, uh, n-not exactly," you shrug, "j-just family s-stuff."
"Family... so you won't be able to go over the script? I just got your edits."
"U-uh, y-yeah, if you want to, I c-can grab my l-laptop," you offer and turn your back to the room.
"I'd prefer it if we could meet. I'm more of a face-to-face person."
"O-old-fashioned," you comment. You regret that he exhales deeply on the other end. "S-sorry, I o-only meant--"
"You're right. I'm old-fashioned. Not a bad thing," he insists, "so, is it too late? Should we find another time?"
"T-tomorrow?"
"I'm going out of town for the weekend," he huffs, "I really want to have this ready to record when I get back."
"R-right," you chew your thumb, a sudden bawling tears through the air as you spin around and find your nephew stuck under the tree. Oh no! "Oh, sh-shoot."
You cover the microphone as you lower the phone. Your sister rushes in, your mother at her heels as they squeal. You watch helpless as she fishes Casey from under the fir branches, "you were supposed to be watching them," she accuses.
"I-I was?"
"Oh, come on, you know, I barely get a minute to myself and you can't just keep an eye on two kids? Ugh, no job and you can't be bothered just to look," she snarls.
They're not your kids. You flutter your lashes as you fight back tears and that smart remark.
"I actually h-have a c-call from m-my new job," you hold out your phone and wiggle it at her, "I d-don't b-babysit f-for free."
She scoffs and your mom tuts as she shakes her head. They don't even care. No congratulations but they can constantly throw your unemployment in your face. You take a breath and roll your eyes.
"S-sorry, I g-got to go," you turn and drag your feet out of the room.
"Well, she didn't say she had a job," your mother mutters as your sister grumbles back, "about time."
You ignore them as you head upstairs. It's better you let your sister bask in her spotlight. You weren't looking forward to dinner anyhow. Not for anything more than the hunger groaning in your stomach. You put the phone back to your ear.
"A-are you there? S-sorry, I g-got distracted."
"Really, if you're busy--"
"N-no, I n-need to get a-away," you say.
You're silent at the confession. You didn't mean to sound so pathetic. You go down the hall to your room and find a sweater.
"Well, uh, how about we meet at the cafe? Middle ground. You like that place?"
"Up t-to you," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.
"You need a ride?" He asks, to your surprise.
You pause as you grip the bright pink wool in your hand, "N-no, I'll f-find my way." You swallow and lay the sweater on your bed, "uh, b-bye."
You hang up before he can respond. You're embarrassed. He probably heard all of that and more. And now you've gone and betrayed your stupid self to him. Of all people. He doesn't need to know you're a complete failure. You hate to accept it but you have to; you need him more than he needs you. So maybe you'll just change the damn thesis after all.
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You get to the coffee shop with snow caked on your hat and in the collar of your coat. You shake it off just outside and enter, your cheeks and nose kissed with the cold. As much as you love the winter, it's a bit much. You let out a brrr as you pull of your mitts and tuck them inside your hat. You hear your name and glance over. It's him, he's beat you there.
You tramp over to him as the snow melts off your boots and you wave, setting your bag in the chair as you unbutton your coat.
"Didn't m-mean t-to take too l-long," you say.
"Hot chocolate shouldn't be that cold," he assures you. You wince and look at the table. Sure enough, there's a second cup.
"O-oh, you d-didn't have t-to--"
"It's fine, not a big deal," he shakes his head.
You nod and hang your coat over the back of the chair and tuck away your mittens and hat in the sleeve. You sit and bring your bag into your lap. You flip up the flap and pull out your laptop, chilly from the walk there. You sense him watching you. You leave your computer shut as you lay it out and reach for the hot chocolate. You give it a taste and hum, thanking him.
"Sounds like a rough day," he comments.
"Y-yeah, b-but you d-don't have to w-worry about it," you assure him, glancing around evasively. When is he going to start being mean?
"You got kids?" He asks.
You have to hold in your laughter. "Sister's k-kids," you explain, "n-not for m-me."
"Ah," he accepts and reaches for his coffee, "right. Makes sense."
You keep your eyes down. You don't want to get too personal. Feels like he's just being polite, likely because he feels bad for you, not about his previous behavior.
"Don't got any either," he leans forward, his thick fingers hugging his cup, "so, your new draft was... great."
"R-really?" You lift your gaze meekly.
"Yeah, yeah, I just have a few notes," he sits back to bend down to the bag at his feet, "thanks for coming so last minute.â
You open your laptop, trying not to show any emotion. It's kind of him but you just don't believe it's anything other than pity.
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Chapter Nineteen - Best of luck
Bucky Barnes Mob AU x Femme Reader
You're hard at work in Pepper's Bakery when notorious mob boss James 'Bucky' Barnes darkens your doorway one typical afternoon, and life is never the same again
Warning: Dark themes - same warnings as previous chapter, also includes minor injury with mention of blood
18+ - see Masterlist for full list of warnings
Chapter 20
Series Masterlist
Bucky is settling down to go to bed when his phone buzzes. Heâs in a bad mood, still furious with how things went down with you earlier.
He takes a sip from this tumbler of whiskey as he picks up his device. Heâs very surprised to see your name light up his screen. Youâve sent him a couple of messages. He frowns as he swipes to open his phone.
Sweetie - Iâm sorry we fought. Please help!! Iâve been taken somewhere - these men are so scary. Please come help me x love you
Sweetie - hereâs my location. Please come soon - I need you. Xx love you so much
The second message included a pin with your live location. You seemed to be somewhere on the outskirts of the city.
He furrows his brow, thinking carefully as he holds the phone against his chin.
After a moment, he opens up your messages again and begins to type a response.
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Rumlow was holding your phone eagerly as he watched the screen, waiting for Bucky to respond.
You chewed your lip anxiously as you looked around the room. The men all stared back at you. You know pinning all of your hopes on Bucky to save the day is a naĂŻve plan so youâre frantically trying to come up with another idea to get out of here. If you could just be left alone for a momentâŠ
Your phone vibrates and Rumlow laughs excitedly.
âHereâs your boyâŠâ he chuckles.
His thick fingers are smashing at your phone screen as he brings up the message. But his face falls, and he throws the phone over to Pierce who begins to read aloud.
âDollâŠsorry to hear youâre in a spot of bother. But I told you Iâd leave you alone like you wanted and Iâm a man of my word. Best of luck - JBB xâ.
Your heart sinks into your stomach and you suddenly feel like you might faint. You go limp in the chair. You didnât expect Bucky to actually come, but hearing it out loud is still hard to take.
âAww, well thatâs a shameâ mutters Pierce sarcastically. âPlenty of fish in the sea though, right honey?â
He taps your cheek roughly and you realise youâre trembling.
âFuck!!!â Rumlow yells in frustration. âWhat are we going to do now?
Pierce shushes him soothingly. He seems to be the calm and measured presence alongside Rumlowâs hot-headedness. It strikes you that heâs like Bucky in that way.
Or maybe Bucky is like him. He learnt it all from somewhere.
âGentlemenâŠ.letâs just give this a bit longer huh? We all know from personal experience what Barnes says and does can be two different thingsâŠâ Pierce muses serenely. âWeâve got time. The girl isnât going anywhere. Weâll be ready for him if he shows up.â
âSo you think he could still come?â Rumlow questions. âI dunno boss, she seems pretty adamant he doesnât give a fuckâŠâ
Pierce shrugs. âLetâs regroup and discuss.â.
He gestures to them through the double doors. âFollow me, letâs go somewhere a bit more private. Prying eyes and all thatâ he winks at you.
âPrincess, weâll be right back. Jones here will babysit you for nowâ he nods his head towards a man holding a large pistol who just blankly stares back at you. He somehow looks like a perfect mix of every bad guy youâve ever seen in a movie.
âGet comfortable, sweetieâ Pierce adds as he leaves the room.
You despise all of the names he gives you...honey...sweetie...princess. Your hatred for him seethes, flowing through your veins.
As the rest of the group head out with a low chatter, Jones moves closer to you. He watches you carefully, circling your chair and pointing his gun at you. Itâs just the two of you left in the room now.
You sit up slightly, the beginnings of a plan forming in your head. Itâs all you have, so itâs worth a shot.
You purposefully make yourself look as meek as possible, allowing your tears to fall as you flutter your eyelashes. You whimper softly. Itâs not too much of a stretch as youâve been on the verge of crying since they grabbed you.
Jones just watches you silently, seemingly unmoved by your tears.
âIâm sorry, I donât mean to cryâŠâ you tell him softly.
âIâm just so scaredâ you sigh. You move your legs apart slightly, moving your cleavage forward just the tiniest bit. You adjust your thighs so that your dress rides up Jones can see a flash of your underwear between your legs, but subtle enough that it doesnât look like itâs on purpose.
Jones takes the bait, leaning forward and leering at you. You feel dirty. But itâs a means to an end.
Now or never.
âDoâŠdo you think you could get me some water, please? Iâm sorry to ask. My throat is just so dryâŠâ you plead to him, slightly pathetically.
He looks at you for a moment, stealing another glance at your breasts and between your legs. Then he nods silently and heads for the doors.
You nearly gasp, amazed that was all it took.
Men, huh?
But you donât have long. You cast your mind back to a YouTube video you watched in the midst of a late night True Crime binge. It was a tutorial on how to break out of zip ties. HYDRA were sloppy for not using real ropes, no wonder Bucky toppled them so easily - but you supposed they didnât see you as a real threat. Well, you were happy to be underestimated if it worked to your advantage.
The second the door closed behind Jones you began to raise your arms high above your back and crash them down at full force as you flex your hands. It takes a few tries but you manage it, the pressure snaps the tie and you free yourself. You gasp, momentarily celebrating your win with a muted gleeful screech.
But thereâs no time. Jones will be back any second. You spring from the chair and fling off your remaining shoe - itâll only hold you back. You sprint across the warehouse to the other door you spotted earlier, itâs on the opposite side to where Pierce and his men went so you hope and pray that you wonât bump into them.
The door opens into a labyrinth of corridors. You fling yourself down them, looking for a decent hiding place to give you time to think about your next move. You turn down them almost at random, just desperate to put as much distance between you and HYDRA. Thankfully there are so many routes that itâll likely create confusion when they come after you. You find yourself praying silently that you donât encounter anyone, and that theyâre all on the other side of the building. You pass lots of rooms, old offices and supply closets. You just need to pick one that they donât find right away.
Eventually, in the thick of the maze of hallways, you find a door which leads to a stairwell. You run up it, aware they wouldâve noticed your absence by now. This building seems to be huge with a lot of ground to cover so you hope the search will keep them occupied for longer. Checking all of the rooms here will take some time at least.
You find yourself in some sort of attic. Itâs pitch black but you are too fearful to find the light switch in case it draws attention to you. Your eyes adjust to the darkness as you bump into old boxes and equipment and stumble through the mess. Maybe you can lay low here for a while and think of a new escape plan. If you could just evade them for a bit longer, and then a bit longer after thatâŠMaybe you could flee the building altogether and flag down a passing car once you reach the road.
Your heart is beating so fast that your chest is practically shaking. Youâve never been more frightened.
You think of Bucky briefly. Youâre sad that it ended the way it did, regretful that you didnât get to make peace with him before this. Itâs likely that this will be your last day on earth, and even though itâs his fault that youâre here - you feel a pang of regret. You feel anger too, anger for everything he put you through - for leaving you to die here. You think of your final kiss with him instead, the memory sustaining you as you press yourself into a corner, pushing your face against the wall as you manoeuvre into the small spaceâŠ
You hiss in pain and pull yourself away from the wall as your hand leaps up to your cheek. Something has cut you, a loose nail or bolt or something equally sharp. Itâs broken the skin on your face, and you can feel blood gushing down your cheek.
You scoff in disbelief as you clutch at it, annoyed that if you somehow survive the psychopathic crime gang then youâll end up dying of an infection from an ancient nail instead.
You hold your hand against the wound, then rip a section of your dress off and use it to put pressure on the cut, slowing down the bleeding.
And you wait.
And wait.
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