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luvergirl-866 · 7 days ago
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something like love
part - 2
pairing - paige bueckers x azzi fudd
word count - 5.3k
c/w - language, slight angst if you squint, emetephobia warning
a/n - hi!! it’s odd for me to post two days in a row, so try not to get used to it! i just already had this written and wanted to share it so baddd. hope yall enjoy! also, this is unedited so once again, im begging, lmk if there’s any mistakes. and ofc tell me what you think!!
To be honest, Azzi hadn’t really known what to expect when they put their plan in motion. She and Paige had gone over the logistics, sure, but they’d only really skimmed over how they’d act in public, and whether they’d hold hands, and what kind of flirty things they’d say to each other. Azzi sort of regrets her decision to let Paige lead the way, because that makes her feel like she’s going into this blind, with no idea of how Paige is going to act when they’re together now. No idea of how things are going to change.
It is only the morning after their movie night, and here is what Azzi has learned so far:
For one, Paige doesn’t actually seem to be that big on hand-holding. The only time she held Azzi’s hand last night was when she led her to the doorway once the night was over, waving their joined hands goodbye to their friends.
Paige does, however, seem to be big on basically everything else.
Once the girls were done gushing and celebrating and asking (very invasive) questions, they’d all decided on some horror movie they’d seen the trailer for. Azzi hates horror movies and she guesses this is probably the reason why Paige advocated so hard to watch one. Because as soon as they turned the lights off and the scary intro music started, Paige wrapped her arm around Azzi’s shoulders, pulling her flush against her side. They stayed this way for around ten minutes before Paige claimed she had to use the restroom, but before she left, she kissed Azzi’s head and mumbled, “Don’t get too scared while I’m gone, baby,” into her ear. Azzi had swallowed thickly and nodded, and pretended not to notice Jana wiggling her eyebrows at her.
When the first real jumpscare happened, and Azzi screamed along with a few of the other girls, Paige chuckled quietly and leaned down to whisper, “You’re such a baby about this kinda stuff, Az.” Azzi had reacted how she normally would, slapping Paige on the arm and rolling her eyes, defending herself with a, “Shut up, I know you’re scared, too.” But what wasn’t normal was the way Paige fondly shook her head and nuzzled her cheek with her nose before pressing a kiss there, and then leaned back up to pull Azzi into her side once more, this time protectively. Azzi swore she could hear her own heart racing for a solid five minutes afterwards. It didn’t help that KK had looked back at them and said, “Aw, y’all grossing me out with how cute you are,” before turning back to the movie. Paige had snickered. Azzi had taken a deep breath, which did nothing to help with her composure.
Almost an hour into the movie, Paige rested her hand on Azzi’s thigh and squeezed, and she didn’t give Azzi any time to tame the fire in her belly before leaning into her ear once more and whispering, “You’re so stiff. You gotta chill,” and so, tamping down the need to cross her legs, Azzi’d obeyed and leaned her head on Paige’s shoulder.
At some point or another, she must’ve fallen asleep there, because all she remembers after that is a gentle pressure on her shoulder, jostling her softly, and a voice from her dreams saying, “Az, it’s late, we gotta go. Time to wake up, baby,” and Azzi opened her eyes to find Paige sitting beside her, giving her this look that Azzi had only ever caught glimpses of, and it was so soft she had to shut her eyes again.
“Thought we were sleeping over,” Azzi mumbled, stretching and then turning onto her side, realizing vaguely that somebody must’ve thrown a blanket over her.
“Nah, I figured we better sleep in an actual bed tonight.” Paige stroked back a strand of Azzi’s hair with incredible tenderness before taking her by the waist and hefting her into a sitting position. “C’mon. I’ll take you to mine, okay?”
Azzi had nodded sleepily, and had let Paige say all their goodnights while she hung off her arm with lidded eyes. Even in her half-sleep state, she didn’t miss the way the girls elbowed each other and gave knowing glances.
Now, Azzi stares at Paige, who lays sleeping just next to her, hair all splayed out and mouth hanging open. Azzi smiles softly at her. She and Paige have slept in the same bed hundreds—maybe thousands—of times, but this is different, because Azzi is allowing herself to pretend that it is. She imagines reaching out and waking Paige the same way Paige woke her last night, gently and lovingly, and then sharing a lazy morning together as a couple where they joke about morning breath and talk about their plans and hold each other.
But Paige grumbles, then shifts and blinks her eyes open, rubbing them a little before finding Azzi laying next to her. She smiles, but it’s not the same smile from last night—it’s not that tender, adoring smile, but rather the one Azzi is used to—the wide, toothy, beautiful but friendly one. “Oh, hey. Morning.”
“Morning,” Azzi mumbles, her indulgent fantasy broken, and she reminds herself just how careful she’ll have to be while she and Paige are doing this. She cannot allow herself too many delusions, cannot let her imagination run wild with the idea that their act is real. She cannot let herself get burned by this.
“You kept stealing the blankets last night.”
Azzi lies onto her back to avoid eye contact, staring up at the ceiling. “No, Paige, you were taking up the entire bed.”
“Cap,” Paige says, shoving her shoulder. Rough, friendly. Sisterly.
It’s silent for a second and then Paige turns onto her side. “Hey.” Azzi can feel her eyes burning into the side of her head. “We did pretty good last night, yeah? We seemed super in love and shit?”
Azzi doesn’t chance a glance over, staring stubbornly at the ceiling. “Yeah, P,” she agrees. “We did.”
——————————————
Finals come far too fast.
The last month of school is always hectic, and this year has been no different—Azzi’s spent the vast majority of her time studying, drinking her nostalgia away with friends, and then more studying on top of that.
Oh, and pretending to be in a committed relationship with Paige. That too.
Some days are easier than others—it’s not like they’re being forced to undress each other in front of an audience or anything. They haven’t even had to utilize pet names much. But it’s still…different. So different. Paige was touchy-feely with Azzi even before they started ‘dating’, so now, if they ever sit more than an inch apart or walk somewhere without wrapping their arms around each other, they get strange glances from their friends. A couple mornings ago, they were so hungover that they forgot about their whole act, and when they’d stumbled out of Paige’s room and began making breakfast without so much as a word to each other, KK had abrasively asked if their was ‘trouble in paradise’. Paige was all over her the rest of the day. After two weeks, Azzi is starting to get used to it.
At least they haven’t had to kiss. They haven’t even discussed it, and Azzi has been specifically avoiding that topic of conversation. She knows herself well enough to know that she can’t kiss her best friend and act normal about it.
Later, Azzi will curse herself for thinking this without knocking on wood after.
“So, we all know the rules of the game?”
“KK—“
“Girl, just answer the question!”
A pause, and then a bored chorus of yes’es.
“Yay!” With a big, tipsy smile on her face, KK places the empty beer bottle in the middle of the circle.
Paige groans and rests her head on Azzi’s shoulder. “KK, this is so fuckin’ lame.”
“For real!” Ice says from a few spots down. “We’re not in middle school.”
KK waves them off. “Girl, boo. Y’all are the lame ones. This‘ll be so much fun, you’ll be thanking me after.”
Everyone starts to groan in response to this, but Caroline, ever the mom, speaks up. “C’mon, guys, just play KK’s game.”
Unable to really say no to Caroline, the group shuts up. KK smiles excitedly. “Now that’s what I like to hear! Thank you, Carol.”
Azzi brings her hand up to rest on Paige’s back, and she’s proud that it almost comes naturally now, like her body knows that’s just what it’s supposed to do.
Nika breaks the peace a moment later with another teasing comment, which prompts KK to yell at her, and then everyone is talking amongst themselves, the room buzzing with late-night, drunk-college-students-before-finals energy.
Paige sighs deeply into Azzi’s shoulder, and she loves that she’s the only one who can hear it, who can feel it against her skin.
Putting her lips to Paige’s hair, Azzi mutters, “Wanna go downstairs?”
Downstairs is where Paige’s dorm is. Azzi’s is the floor they’re on now, and it’d probably make more sense to sleep there for the night. But Paige’s dorm, and more specifically, her bedroom, is where they’ve been gravitating to the past couple weeks. Azzi has always loved it there, the smell of Paige filling the very air, photos of the two of them on her nightstand, purple bedding so very Paige. And now it’s become something of a sanctuary, a way to escape their facade which can become cumbersome.
Usually, they’d be in bed by now, because Azzi likes to sleep early and Paige hasn’t been wanting to stay up without her. But Paige shakes her head at the question.
“No?” Azzi asks. “You’re not tired?”
“Mm, nah.” Paige glances up at her. “You?”
Azzi licks her lips. She swears Paige’s eyes track the movement, and linger for just a moment too long. She clears her throat. “Same.”
“Aight,” Paige says, turning back to her shoulder. “We can leave after this, ma.”
“Hey, lovebirds,” KK says, barely giving Azzi any time to shudder at Paige’s nickname. “Pay attention. You’re going first.”
Everybody’s looking directly at Azzi, and she shakes her head awkwardly. “Oh, no, I don’t think—“
“If you don’t wanna play, you gotta take a shot every round.”
Paige lifts her head up. “KK, that’s dumb. She doesn’t have to play if she don’t want to.”
KK smiles deviously. Paige flips her off, but Azzi pulls her hand down, rolling her eyes. “Okay, whatever.” She leans over into the middle of the circle, making Paige lean off of her, and spins the beer bottle.
It spins only twice before slowing down and, blessedly, landing on Aubrey.
The girls make a range of noises, mostly giggles, and then Aubrey leans into the circle to meet Azzi in the middle, smiling.
Once she gets close enough, Azzi whispers, “Liyah good with this?”
Aubrey raises her eyebrows. “I’on think it’s my girl we gotta be worried about.”
Confused, Azzi glances over her shoulder, and sees Paige staring intensely at them, bottom lip pulled between her teeth. The blank look on her usually lively face scares Azzi a little bit. She turns back to Aubrey, who also looks a little afraid.
“You’re good,” Azzi reassures her, because she is. Aubrey doesn’t know that Paige is just acting, because she’s the possessive type and of course, if she and Azzi were really dating, she’d be jealous even of her own teammates. But Azzi can’t tell Aubrey this, so instead, she leans forward and kisses her.
Aubrey lets out a noise, surprised, and it makes Azzi laugh because she probably should’ve warned her she was going in. The kiss can’t last more than two seconds before there’s a hand fisting Azzi’s shirt, pulling her back, and Paige is saying, “Alright, alright,” quite gruffly.
Azzi’s stomach does flips at Paige’s rough voice, but she’s tipsy (maybe a little bit more than tipsy) so she leans up to nuzzle Paige’s cheek rather than shying away from her. “Somebody’s jealous.”
“Yeah,” Paige says, “no one should be up on you like that.” And they’re obviously acting—but when Azzi pulls away to look at her, there’s something on her face that isn’t quite fake enough.
But then she’s smiling and saying, “Stop tryna steal my girl, Aubrey,” and Azzi’s heart contracts like it always does when Paige says stuff like this nowadays.
Across the circle, Aubrey takes her spin. It lands on Ice, and Ice is considerably more drunk than any of them, so the whole thing is pretty slobbery. The next spin—Nika—is mostly the same.
It goes like that for a while, a few people taking shots instead of kissing, and a few others taking shots for the hell of it. The bottle lands on Azzi once again and she fills her shot glass to the brim before taking it, needing to dull the feeling of Paige’s hand wrapped possessively around her waist.
By the time the bottle lands on Paige, they’re all pretty damn drunk.
Azzi knows it’s just a game, but she’s always hated seeing Paige with other people, and now is no different. Ashlynn laughs, because this whole thing is pretty fucking funny, but Azzi can’t help but sulk, glad to be under the guise of a relationship—glad she doesn’t have to hide her feelings for awhile.
Before leaning into the circle, Paige looks at Azzi and says, all lighthearted and buzzed, “Don’t pout at me, baby.”
There’s that roughness again, that tone in the back of her throat, and Azzi squirms when Paige presses a wet kiss to her cheek.
Paige and Ashlynn kiss, but they both laugh kind of hysterically so their teeth are pretty much just clashing, and when they’re done Paige wraps an arm around Azzi’s shoulders and spins for herself. And it spins, and spins, and spins, so many times Azzi gets dizzy watching it—
It gets to Amari, and it slows.
It passes by Inês, barely moving anymore.
The neck gets back to Paige, and Azzi wonders for one drunk second, What if it lands on Paige and she has to kiss herself? and she doesn’t even have the time to laugh at how ridiculous that is before the bottle stops, pointing almost accusingly at her.
The girls all cheer, oohing and laughing.
Paige laughs too, easy and casual because they’re supposed to be a couple, they’re supposed to have done this a thousand times, it’s supposed to be normal, normal, Azzi, act normal.
They should have known this would be inevitable.
Paige turns to her, still smiling but with a concerned, almost imperceptible furrow between her brow. Azzi obviously can’t refuse this kiss, can’t take a shot rather than kiss her girlfriend in front of all these people who know she’s her girlfriend.
So instead, she wills herself to nod and then she takes Paige by the collar and kisses her.
Strangely enough, the first thing Azzi takes note of isn’t actually the way Paige’s lips feel touching hers for the first time, or the fact that their teammates are watching them, wolf-whistling and giggling amongst each other.
No, instead, it’s the way Paige smells—the fact that the hair tickling Azzi’s cheek is sweet, vanilla, which means she washed her hair today. And it’s the way her hands cup Azzi’s jaw, cradling her like they do this all the time, thumbs rubbing gently against her cheekbones in a gesture soft enough to make Azzi gasp into her mouth.
She only snaps into it and really realizes, oh, Paige is actually kissing me right now, when Paige’s tongue teases against Azzi’s bottom lip. And it’s just for a second, Paige pulling away fast enough that Azzi thinks she must have imagined it, but it leaves her lip wet.
After that, Paige sits back, smiling at her but there’s that furrow between her brow again, imperceptible to anyone who doesn’t know her as well as Azzi does, and she’s stroking Azzi’s cheek like a tick now, like she’s trying to figure something out.
The moment ends when the girls all clap like white people on a plane, and Azzi isn’t even paying attention to the teasing and cooing, because she’s too busy staring at Paige, wondering what she’s thinking about right now, wondering what about that kiss made her feel so damn…safe.
Whenever she thought about her first kiss with Paige, she expected butterflies, light-headedness—maybe even nausea. Comfort, the thing you feel when you come home to your small town after a semester away—that was not expected.
Paige blinks, that strange look on her face disappearing, and Azzi realizes that she’s still holding onto the front of her shirt. She pushes her away teasingly, and Paige laughs, wrapping an arm around her as she turns to the girls, waving off their teasing remarks, and as Azzi watches her profile, feels the wetness on her bottom lip cool, she knows that she is falling and thinks nobody will be there to catch her when she reaches the bottom.
——————————————
The next morning, Azzi wakes up and immediately regrets it.
Paige’s window blanket must’ve fallen down last night, because the sun is shining through the room and it is…loud. She rolls onto her side to try and get away from it, and then that problem is fixed but another rises in the form of an abrupt tummyache. And Azzi prides herself on being a strong person, but as soon as she gets a tummyache it’s over for her.
Also, maybe the loud sun problem isn’t as fixed as she thought because her head is beginning to pound. She can feel it beating against her skull in time with the beating of her heart, and somehow that gives her a feeling akin to motion sickness, which makes her tummy hurt worse. She is probably going to throw up very soon, and should get up so she doesn’t do it all over Paige’s bed, but that’s where the third problem arises: she is so comfy. How can she ever be expected to leave this bed when she’s so goddamn comfy?
“Yo, are you gonna puke?”
Azzi groans. “Probably.”
Azzi’s facing away, so she can’t see what Paige’s doing, but she hears sheets rustle and then a pair of footsteps on the hardwood floor. Soon enough, Paige is standing in front of her, holding a hand out. “Come on, I’ll help you.”
Azzi looks up, and that makes her stomach turn again, the back of her neck burning. “I don’t want to.”
“I’m gonna kill you if you puke on my bed. Like, actually.”
If Azzi threw up on Paige’s bed, Paige would probably usher her to the bathroom, give her some water, and clean the sheets without complaining about it until a few days later. But Azzi still doesn’t think that’d be a good idea, so she sits herself up and is about to accept Paige’s hand when she realizes this is much more urgent than she thought. Almost as soon as her feet hit solid ground, the bile rises in her throat at an alarming rate and she has to run across the hall. She doesn’t make it to the toilet but manages the bathtub, which is arguably better.
Paige is there once she’s done, tying her hair up into a ponytail. “That it?”
Azzi spits. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Okay. Lemme grab you some pepto or somethin’. Hang tight.”
Once Paige walks away, Azzi wipes her mouth and all at once, like the tide coming in, remembers how the lips now coated in spit and bile were yesterday on Paige’s.
Of course, she also remembers the pet names, the affection, the flash of jealousy in Paige’s eyes that may or may not have been there. But it’s the kiss, the wonderful, tipsy, warm kiss that wrestles its way to the forefront of her pounding head and stays there, the memory replaying quite a few times before Paige comes back with pepto bismol and water. “Here.”
Azzi looks disdainfully at the bright pink medicine. “I don’t think I can swallow that, P.”
“Whoa, pause.“
“Chill,” Azzi says, rolling her eyes. “Gimme that.” she takes them from Paige’s hand and manages to swallow one before throwing up again, this time with Paige by her side to hold onto her while her shoulders heave.
“Aw,” Paige tuts sympathetically when she’s done. “My lil lightweight.”
Azzi rests her head on the edge of the tub while Paige turns on the tap, washing the bile away.
Azzi lifts her head enough to see Paige sit against the wall across from her. “Feel okay now?”
Her throat burns, and her tummy hurts, and throwing up in front of the love of your life is not a glamorous experience. But with Paige here with her, taking care of her, she doesn’t feel too bad.
If it only weren’t for that really good fucking kiss.
Azzi nods weakly even though she doesn’t know the answer, because saying ‘I hate the fact that we kissed last night, not because I regret it—I’ve been wanting to do it since we were kids in high school—but because now I’m worried I won’t be able to keep my feelings hidden for much longer which is worrisome because we haven’t even left for Montana yet, and also I wonder what this means for us and our fake relationship, because if it means kissing will become a normal thing I don’t know if I can do this’ would probably be weird.
“K, good. Thanks for not puking in my bed.”
Azzi smiles weakly at her, mouth still tasting like bile. How could Paige ever return her feelings when she has seen her like this a hundred other times?
Paige reaches a socked toe out to nudge Azzi’s calf. “Okay, you said you feel better, but you still look kinda…green.”
Azzi looks Paige in the eye, and manages maybe a second of eye contact before she’s thinking about how they looked at each other just like this after they kissed last night, and there it goes, the moment playing in her head once and then again. She can’t help but groan and rest her burning cheek to the cool tub.
And the universe should go to hell for making them best friends because Paige gets it instantly. “Oh, this is about last night.”
Suddenly the cool tub isn’t helping anymore. Azzi weakly shakes her head, but she knows the truth is showing plainly on her face.
“Yeah, whatever.” Paige pushes herself off the wall, wiggling her eyebrows. Azzi senses trouble. “It was a good kiss, huh?”
Azzi balks, then tries to reel it in. “That’s not…Paige…”
“Hold up,” Paige says, looking genuinely a little confused. “You don’t think I’m a good kisser?”
“No, no, but I just…” how can Paige talk about this so casually, like it was meaningless, something to be joked about? Azzi envies her lack of feelings. “Don’t you think we should talk about it?”
“Uh, I mean…” Paige scratches the side of her neck, and it occurs to Azzi that the bathroom isn’t an amazing place to talk about this. “Yeah, sure. If you want to.”
Not exactly an encouraging answer. Azzi strives on nonetheless. “It was our first kiss.”
“Yeah. Guess we coulda planned it better.”
“Yeah, I guess…” Azzi trails off. “Don't you think it was sort of…weird?”
Paige frowns again. “Damn! If you didn’t like the kiss just say that.”
Azzi hopes she can blame her flushed cheeks on the hangover. “P, I don’t mean it like that. It’s just that you’re my best friend—“
“That’s me.” Paige smiles proudly. It’s too fucking cute.
“And,” Azzi says pointedly, “I feel like, weird, about kissing you.”
She waits for Paige to answer, but Paige just stares, apparently waiting for her, too. Azzi sighs. “I worry we won’t be able to fake it well enough.”
“We did fine last night, didn’t we?”
“We were drunk last night.”
Paige makes a face. “I guess. But I feel like we’d do good even if we were sober, y’know?” She leans her head back against the wall. “And it’s not like kissing’s a big deal, anyway.”
Azzi’s eyes drop down to the tiled floor, cold against the thin material of her sleep pants. “Maybe not to you,” she mumbles.
There’s a shuffling, and then Paige is closer than before, nudging Azzi’s knee with her own. “Yeah, you’re right, that’s my bad.” There’s a silence, both of them thinking, and Azzi wonders if maybe Paige is thinking the same thing she is. About how their kiss last night felt…different. Different than a kiss between two friends, different than the other kisses with other people felt. And the look Paige gave her afterward…
But then Paige says, “Wanna practice, ma?” and Azzi was a fool to ever think they’d be on the same track.
Azzi splutters for a moment. “Practice?”
“Yeah. To prepare, in case we have to do it again,” Paige says casually, like it’s no big deal at all.
“I don’t think that’s…that’s not—“ Azzi cuts herself off on a sigh. Then she looks at Paige, really looks at her, and that’s when she catches the glint in Paige’s eyes, and she realizes—she’s messing with her. She’s taking advantage of Azzi’s obvious shyness about this whole thing.
What a little shithead.
Making a quick decision, Azzi leans forward a little bit, glancing down, then back up, looking at Paige through her lashes before she licks her lip.
Paige clocks it, tracks it with her eyes. Just like last night.
Azzi swallows down the nervousness and wills herself to be normal, reminds herself that this is Paige, and she has no reason to sink into her shell when she has the opportunity to take the upper hand.
“Okay,” Azzi says after a moment.
Paige’s eyes flit up, away from her lips. “Okay?”
Azzi nods, then lifts her hand to place over Paige’s knee, bare in her sleep shorts, before she dances her fingers delicately up her thigh. “You wanna practice kissing me, Paige?”
Paige swallows thickly. And then she nods.
Okay. So. That’s…unexpected.
Paige wants to kiss her.
That would explain the lip-ogling.
Azzi has half a mind to make the biggest mistake of her life and close the gap between them, but then she remembers they are sitting on the bathroom floor, and, ew, she just threw up. Twice.
Azzi manages what she hopes is a cocky smirk and leans away. “Well, too bad. Sick, remember?”
Paige’s eyes widen, like she’s just been snapped out of a trance. “Oh. Yeah.” She backs off then, relief coursing through Azzi, before she’s standing up and dusting off her shorts as she reaches down to help Azzi up. “You good to stand?”
Ok. So they’re not talking about it. Cool.
Azzi nods and takes Paige’s hand, her palm warm against her own as their fingers entangle for the two seconds it takes to go from sitting to standing, feeling a little dizzy from the altitude once she’s up.
Paige frowns at her. “You still look kinda messed up. How ‘bout you lay down. I can go get us some food? Gotta fuel up for all the studying today.”
Azzi groans, palming her face. “No, I forgot about finals.”
“Azzi Fudd? Forgetting about finals?” Paige teases, leading them out of the bathroom. “Last night really fucked you up, huh?”
“Yeah,” Azzi mumbles. “It was definitely the alcohol that did it.”
Paige glances back at her but doesn’t say anything, sitting Azzi down on the edge of the bed once they get there. “Okay, sit here and chill out. Lemme know if you need to puke again.” She smiles down at her, and Azzi smiles weakly back, before the older girl is turning on her heel and walking out of the room, closing the door gently behind her. Another door opens somewhere down the hall and then one of the girls’ voices mixes in with Paige’s as the roommates converse too quietly for Azzi to really hear. She sighs and flops down on the bed, hands wringing nervously at her stomach as she stares at the ceiling.
She has really gotten herself into some shit this time.
Her phone starts buzzing from its place on the nightstand, and Azzi straightens up to check it, her mother’s face flashing on the screen. Anxiety coils in Azzi’s belly at the sight of her mother’s contact, which usually brings her so much comfort.
Ever since she and Paige ‘came out’ to their friends, Azzi has been avoiding her mother like the plague. She knows she should just come out and tell Katie, but she’s not sure what she should tell her.
Azzi knows that Katie would disapprove if she found out about their little scheme, the woman avidly against lying. But if Azzi were to tell Katie what they’ve been telling everyone else—that they are a disgustingly happy, perfectly real couple—she’d be lying to her mother. And with Katie being her main confidante throughout her entire life, Azzi’s never really been good at that. She hasn’t gotten enough practice.
Not without guilt, Azzi lets it go to voicemail, holding her phone close to her chest afterwards, lying back down. She feels nauseous again at just the thought of lying to her mom. But if she came clean, would Katie make her feel guilty about it? Urge her to tell the truth, even if it meant not helping Paige like she promised she would?
Just as Azzi’s about to head back to the bathroom, Paige comes to the bedroom, leaning through the doorframe. “Toast’s almost done, Az.”
Azzi nods but doesn’t move. Paige lingers, sensing that Azzi’s going to say something.
Finally, after some internal debate, Azzi says, “What do you think I should tell my mom?”
Paige frowns. “I thought you talked to her already.”
Azzi shrugs. “We haven’t called. I’ve been avoiding her, but I feel bad about it.”
Paige bites her lip like she always does when she’s thinking, and it eases some of the tension out of Azzi’s shoulders, softening her around the edges. She leans against the doorframe, looking right at Azzi. “Well, what do you wanna do?”
Azzi shrugs helplessly.
Paige scrunches her nose (very cutely) and says, “Honestly, I don’t think we should tell her. Not yet, at least.”
Azzi heaves out a breath, not liking the sound of that answer. “You think?”
“Yeah. Have you met your mom?” Paige smiles fondly. “Lady can’t keep a secret for shit.”
“You’re right.” Azzi hadn’t thought of that, the fact her mom’s the town gossip. “She’d probably have the truth out before we could even finish telling her.”
Paige nods in agreement. “Exactly. Plus, it’s easier to tell everyone the same story, right?”
“I guess.” Unsteady, Azzi pushes herself up from the bed, walking over to Paige slowly. “You still sure this is a good idea?”
“Even if I wasn’t,” Paige says, “we’re too deep in it now.”
Azzi looks up at her solemnly. “The point of no return.”
“Uh-huh.” Paige sighs out a breath, looking almost regretfully at the girl in front of her. “Sorry again, about asking you to do this. I know it’s kinda a whole thing now.”
Azzi’s shaking her head before Paige can even finish. “I already told you, it’s fine. We go to Montana soon, and before we know it we’ll be done.” Azzi’s stomach sort of sinks at the thought. No more flirting, no more cheek-kissing, no more Paige protectively slinging an arm around her shoulder while they’re in public like she’s telling everyone Azzi’s her’s.
Azzi manages what she hopes is an optimistic smile anyway. “Let’s go eat breakfast. And then I’ll call my mom back and we can tell her together?”
Almost as if reading her mind, Paige easily wraps an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close as she leads her down the hallway. “Alright, ma. Sounds good to me.”
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morgluvsconnie · 5 months ago
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chap.6 | smut, mentions of violence, angst if you squint, comfort. | chap.5
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"which one of yall know where reiner at?"
connie breathed hardly through his nose as no one had an answer. "it wasn't even him." you tried to calm connie down, but it seemed like the more you tried, the madder he got.
"stop saying that shit."
you furrowed your eyebrows, cursing at yourself internally from the amount of drama this was about to cause. not only for you, but for connie too. you remembered what reiner said he'd do, and as much as you wanted somebody to beat his ass, deep down you didnt wanna see connie get hurt.
"ion wanna get you involved in something that has nothing to do with you." you mumbled loud enough for connie to hear.
as he speed walked around almost the whole club, coming to a stopping point, connie turned around and looked at you.
"where he stay at?"
"im not telling you that."
"then tell me what happened." connie pursed his lips together, putting his hands in his pants pockets. you looked to the side and sighed. "i dont feel like it."
"y/n stop actin fucking stubborn and tell me what happened. stop actin like reiner supposed to be somebody im scared of." connie frowned at you. "shouldn’t no boy be putting his hands on a female, especially somebody like you."
you looked to the ground. as much as you didnt wanna hear him out, you listened to his words, taking in the compliment. unknowingly staying silent, connie grabbed your hand and walked you to his car. "im takin you home. you gon explain what happened, and ima do what i do." connie opened the car door for you with a sigh.
he walked to the other side, getting in and starting the car, glancing at you.
you didnt even wanna look at him.
pure anger is what filled his eyes, even if he tried his best not to show it.
even if he tried to make it seem like the second main reason he was defending you wasnt because he cared about you.
you stared at the window as connie drove to your house, getting out after those regular three minutes.
you opened your door and walked in. so much for staying out the rest of the night. "you really dont gotta do nothing connie, ion wanna get you involved." you tilted your head at him as he sat on the glass table in front of your couch, where you sat.
he didnt even reply to that.
and youd hate to admit he was the main cause of the situation, but all because of a big misunderstanding.
you crossed your arms with almost a pouty expression. you were still half drunk.
"what happened." connie asked, staring at you with his elbows resting on his knees. it wasnt even a question, it was more of a demand.
you stayed silent while looking at the ground.
you’d hate to cry all over again. you didnt even wanna explain what he did, in fear of him manhandling you all over again. what if connie wasn’t here and he came? what if he got more aggressive? what if y/n...
y/n
"y/n"
you looked up with slightly raised eyebrows, connie still waiting for you to answer his question.
"he..." you tried to remember from the beginning. "dont do anything connie... like for real.
"im not." connie stared lazily at you.
"he came to my house... yesterday i think. and... he started yelling at me" you paused and looked at connie. "about you."
connies expression slightly changed.
"he basically thinks we go together because of the dude that came up to me that night we talked. and he said he didn’t wanna see us together." you looked at the ground again.
"what, he must gon beat my ass?" connie leaned back a little, staring at you with a slightly confused expression. you sighed softly. "thats what he said."
"oh." connies eyes fell on your wrist, softening them. "so what he touch you for?"
you shrugged.
connie looked back at you, biting his lip a little. he bit his cheek as you looked up at him. thats when he stood up. "come here." he mumbled. you stood up. "where yo room at?" connie stretched.
you gave him a confused look for a second before going upstairs towards your room. as you opened your door, you stood to the side, letting him in. connie looked around your room for a few seconds before taking off his hoodie, putting it on your vanity.
as he walked over to your bed, he sat on the edge.
"c'mere." he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
you walked over to connie, standing in front of him. there was no doubt he was still slightly intoxicated. but he knew what he was doing, and he knew how to control his self.
connie looked at you, your face first, his eyes roaming yours, your lips, your whole face. he trailed all the way down your body, forcing himself not to look at that, now, visible hand print on your wrist.
when he made his way to your feet, he looked back up at you, licking his lips.
"can i?" he asked in a quiet tone.
you slowly nodded, knowing exactly what he was referring to.
connie brought his hands to your waist, hips, thighs, like you were a doll, but not a toy. in his eyes,
"you so damn beautiful." he mumbled. "thought that since the night i gave you that tattoo. you know that?" he kept his eyes on your face. "come on." he mumbled, reaching down to untie the strings on the back of your leg, both of them.
you stepped out of your shoes, staring at connie with soft eyes. those eyes hes been wanting to see in private every time you flashed them at him.
he stood up, softly sitting you down on your bed, getting in front of you. your faces got closer, your eyes moving from his eyes to his lips every second. "i wanna kiss you." you said in barely a whisper. it was really only supposed to be a thought. but damn.
connie licked his lips, looking at yours. before you knew it, your lips touched, the light taste of alcohol on your lips and his lips. connie groaned a little at the feeling of your lips on his.
as you leaned back, you pulled him in with you, his lips leaving yours and trailing down your neck, soft breaths leaving your lips as you felt him softly suck hickeys on your collarbone and chest.
your hand rested on the back of his head, he glanced up at you, his hands moving down to your hips as he pulled you closer to him, slightly spreading your legs with the movement.
"we gon take this off, okay?" connie got up, reaching towards your shoulder to pull your jumpsuit down. you nodded with a small giggle, making connie smile a little. when he finally got your jumpsuit to your ankles, a little help from you, he placed it to the side, admiring your body from beneath him.
"how could somebody hurt something as perfect as you?"
your lips slightly parted, but you didnt have any words. no ones ever admired you as much as connie did. you got compliments here and there, but right now, he was basically worshiping you. with his eyes furrowed, throwing his head back at that aching sensation he had, connies hand moved down to his pants, him groaning softly before looking back down at you.
the way you looked at him with those pleading eyes.
he could just cum right there.
as he grabbed your thighs, pulling you towards him, he got off the bed, dropping his pants to his knees and pulling out his throbbing cock, precum already leaking from the tip. and you? you were practically dripping.
"c'mon connie, stop teasing me..." you said in almost a whine. connie chuckled a little at you. what were you doing to him?
he was almost practically teasing his self.
as he reached towards your panties, pulling them to the side to see how wet he'd made you, he exhaled, closing his eyes as he slowly stretched you out, you, softly whining at the pain.
"bigger than yo last, huh. i know, its okay." he mumbled, thrusting just once, and that already sent you over the edge. "fu-ck.." you closed your eyes and grabbed his wrists.
"i know, pretty. you can handle my dick, i know you can." he bit his lip, slowly thrusting in and out of you. "you’re so... big.." you moaned, opening your eyes just to barely look at him. "mhm..." connie hummed before quickening the pace. "loosen up... c'mon." he groaned at how tight you were.
it wasnt a problem of course, but he wanted to make sure you got more pleasure out of this than he did.
as he fucked you at a nice pace, he leaned down a little, you moving your hips against him, feeling him even deeper inside of you. "ah, fuckkk.." you threw your head back. as connie thrusted even deeper inside of you, he rubbed your hips, pulling you closer with every thrust, hitting your sweet spot every time.
"connie..." you moaned. "'s too much..."
"uh-huh" connie bit his lip, slowing down. but not to slow down for you. he flipped you over, pushing your back into an arch. "shit!" you moaned louder as you felt him forcefully thrust into you, a grin forming on his face as he heard you carelessly and endlessly moan his name.
it was like music to his ears.
"f-fuck, connie!" you gripped the sheets, feeling your back start to ache a little, feeling the pleasure running through your stomach, legs, pussy, everywhere.
"you ever... hah... been fucked this good mama? huh?" connie said in slight pant, nails digging into your hips and ass. "no..." you furrowed your eyebrows. "use that pretty mouth the way you always do."
you felt a sharp pain on your left cheek, making you arch your back and cry out. “no!” you let your eyes roll to the back of your head, reaching back to make connie slow down.
connie grabbed your wrist, only using it to pull you harder as he pulled out his phone.
“you wanna show reiner what he can’t do? hm?” he cooed. you were almost drooling, dumb with dick, you had no idea what he was saying until you looked back, seeing connie’s phone out.
“uh-huh” you said without thought. connie cheesed, pressing the record button on his phone, giving him a chance to fuck you even harder, the sound of your ass slapping his stomach and your whines filling the room.
“you like that?” connie threw his head back, the phone nearly shaky with the feeling of his dick twitching inside of you.
“yesss” you started to move your body against him, fucking him back. connie’s hand went from your hip, down to your clit, rubbing it softly, all while still recording.
“can reiner do this?”
you basically jolted forward at the feeling, your legs getting weaker at the feeling of his middle finger gently rubbing your clit. he could feel you tighten against him every few seconds. as you replied with a whiney no, connie groaned, looking down at the phone.
“you want me to whoop his ass? hmm mama?” connie’s hand slid down your back and to your neck, pulling you against him forcefully as he pounded into you.
ugly (beautiful to him), groany moans spilling from your throat. “ah, yes, please” your eyes glued closed as you felt the phone being tossed to the side of the bed.
with one hand holding your hips up and another hand holding your neck, your arms stretched in front of you, twisting the sheets in your hand as you felt yourself start to shake, going completely silent, nothing but soft, barely audible moans coming from your lips with every thrust.
“shittt” connie pulled out of you, your body collapsing on the bed as you felt his warm stringy cum on your back. “you did so good mama.” connie squeezed your thigh before fixing his pants and walking to the bathroom to grab tissues.
after cleaning you up, connie walked out of the bathroom, head slightly tilting as he looked at you, almost fully asleep across the bed. smiling a little, connie walked over to you, sitting beside you and leaning back a little, seeing if you were fully asleep.
“aye.” connie laughed a little at the sight of you. completely slumped over his dick. if anything he felt honored.
“look at yo track.” he smiled, lifting a track in your head that was only hanging on by a thread. “you still so pretty.” he mumbled. you hummed in response, a small smile creeping onto your face. “ima leave for the night tho, ight?” as connie was about to get up you stopped him.
to say the least, even after everything, you knew he sent that video to reiner, and you knew reiner would not only try to get to connie, but he’d get you first.
“just stay the night. you don’t needa be going home this late.” you dragged your words. even though that wasn’t the complete reason you wanted him to stay.
connie sat back down and slowly nodded. “ight. ima see if i got some clothes in the car first.” he said, poking your side, making you jump a little.
“don’t wait up pretty.” he mumbled before walking out of your room.
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hihellogoodbyebruh · 9 months ago
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Give Me Back My Key
Pairing: Franklin Saint x Black!Plus Size!Reader Summary: Franklin crosses the line and you blow up at him. Now you have to hear some hard truths and decide whether or not you still want to be with him. Warnings: 18+, drug dealing, n-word usage, PIV, daddy kink, dirty talk, fingering, AAVE, possessive Franklin, bratty reader, referring to female genatalia as 'she', mentions of canonically dead characters as alive so this is kind of an AU but just go with it Word Count: 3,387 Author’s Note: My first finished piece of writing in like 3 years. A bitch is rusty but I’m just so happy to have something completed. I hope yall can find some enjoyment in it. I’m a Snowfall girlie now so hopefully there will be more coming after this. As always, questions, comments, and concerns are welcomed. Happy reading lovelies! xo
You entered your home after a long day at work, ready to soak in a bubble bath for an hour. Your boss had upped your hours, but did that come with a raise? Of course not. You hoped he would actually consider you for the new job opening in management but you weren’t holding your breath.
On the other hand, the extra hours were actually a God send. You had less time to sit at home missing your ex. Franklin Saint tore through your life like a tornado and left the wreckage of your heart behind.
You had no idea who he was when you first met. Your younger brother had dragged you along with him to Jammin Jerome’s to see if he had enough to upgrade his speaker system. Your brother had been geeking over the selection but his dream speakers were a bit outside of his price range.
The heartbroken look on your brother’s face was too much for you to handle and like always you tried to swoop in and save the day. Your mother worked so much to keep a roof over your heads as you grew up and your job was to look after your brother. You were basically another mother to him.
“Do yall have a layaway program or anything?” You asked, calculating in your mind how much you’d need to take out of your next check.
“No there ain’t no layaway. This ain’t no fucking charity.”
You squinted your eyes at the afro’d man and dug deep into your professional bag as not to cuss him out. “I understand. Is there anyway you can just hold them until Friday?”
The shorter man went to reply but he was cut off by Mr. Tall, Dark, and Sexy. “Yeah I can do that for you, but there’s a catch.”
You gave him a skeptical look. “What?”
He placed his hands on the counter and leaned a little closer towards you. “You gotta be the one to come back for them and you gotta let me take you out after.” He proposed, a smirk on his face.
Usually that might have pissed you off but there was something so charming about him. He immediately got your defenses down.
“Deal.”
His slick nature should have been a red flag but you were naive then. You couldn’t see past what was in front of you. A successful young Black man who was intelligent, passionate, and caring. He had goals and he knew who he was. You fell fast and you fell hard. He treated you like the most important person in his life.
After washing off the day’s sweat from your body, you put on your soft robe and proceeded to lotion up your body. A little self pampering after a hard day always helped to ease your racing brain and start to wind you down.
Franklin would love to get his hands on you and rub in your favorite scented lotion. He’d start at your feet and work his way up, taking extra time around your knees and then your thighs. He’d rub your belly and place kisses on your stretch marks. He never failed to make you feel so loved.
Months of dating flew by and even your families got along great. Your little brother looked up to Franklin as a man he’d like to emulate. He didn’t really have that before. Anytime you brought Franklin around, your brother was trying to get as much of his attention as you were. Franklin indulged him too. As annoying as it was, it warmed your heart to see the little bond they had.
By extension, you’d also noticed your brother getting closer to Leon as well. Since that first meeting, Leon was not one of your favorite people. You respected him as your man’s best friend but you saw him often on the street and you didn’t want your brother becoming interested in that.
Driving down the street a couple weeks ago, your worst nightmare was reality.
You almost got into a car accident the way you swerved your car across lanes when you saw Ryan doing a hand exchange with Leon.
You were haphazardly parked and out the car before your mind could catch up to what your adrenaline already set in motion.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” You yelled at Ryan, hands digging straight into his pockets and pulled out both money and rocks.
“Get off me, sis! What’s your problem?” He asked you, trying to grab his supplies back.
“What’s my problem?! You being fucking dumb is my problem. Get in the car!” You screamed, smacking him in the back of the head and pushing him towards the car.
“Consider him officially out.” You told Leon, tossing him the drugs and money.
You got in the car and drove straight to Franklin’s. Yeah you told Leon that Ryan is out, but you figured Franklin would talk to Leon for you so things actually stuck. They were best friends after all.
Ryan was clearly sulking as he followed you into the home. He stood against a wall with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face.
Franklin greeted you with a kiss on the lips. “Hey baby. What’s wrong with your bro?”
You hugged him, resting your head on his chest. He ran his hand up and down your back to soothe you. “I caught him slinging on a random corner. I gave Leon his shit back and told him that Ryan was out, but do you think you can talk to him for me? I want to make sure he doesn’t try to hire him again.”
You didn’t catch on to the awkward silence until your brother scoffed.
You lifted your head from Franklin’s chest to look at your sibling. “What?” You snapped.
“You called me dumb and yet you think Leon hired me.” He chuckled, shaking his head.
“This isn’t a joke! I will fuck you up, Ry.” You started to pull away from your man’s embrace to put hands on your brother but Franklin stopped you.
“Leon didn’t put him on the corner. I did.” Franklin declared, and your body froze. You could swear you went into shock.
You took a huge step back and out of his arms. “Excuse me?”
“I put him with Leon because I trust him and he’ll make sure he’s straight. You know how Leon is.”
Your head was spinning but you were quickly connecting the dots. You knew he had something going on in his past. Like maybe he used to sell weed, but you’d only seen his legitimate businesses. Now you felt naive as fuck. The pieces are coming together in your mind like a puzzle you finally figured out how to solve. The way his Uncle and Aunt always seemed to defer to him…the way he carried himself….he was the Boss.
“Why would you…” You couldn’t even get it out. You shook your head to try and clear the roaring in your ears.
“He’s smart, he’s quick, and he’s loyal. You don’t have to worry. Plus, he really wanted a job.” Franklin explained like he was simply going over your brother’s job application.
“Then you get him a job at Jerome’s! YOU DONT PUT MY BROTHER ON THE STREET. ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?” You exploded, hands clenching.
It was the first time he’d seen you blow up and you expected a greater acknowledgement of your angry. Ryan seemed to be the only one in the room who knew you were not playing.
Franklin merely stared at you with what you thought was cool indifference. “You need to calm down.”
You scoffed, in disbelief of his arrogant answer. If niggas have anything, it’s audacity. “You go behind my back and make my baby brother one of your street niggas and I need to calm down? Fuck you, Franklin.”
He stood up straight, using his height to tower over you and show how unamused he was. “Oh you've been doing a lot of that. And you didn’t see a damn thing wrong with it either.”
You nodded. “You’re right. This is on me. I brought you into his life but I’m gonna rectify that immediately. We’re done.”
You hadn’t seen Franklin in a week and you missed him so much. You missed his voice, the way he held you in his arms, and the uncanny ability he had to always just know what you needed.
You needed him.
But you can’t budge on this. This was your brother’s life and Franklin betrayed you by going behind your back. Speaking of Ryan, he’d also been suspiciously absent lately. He had been walking on eggshells since you blew up and you felt bad, but if your mother found out she’d actually kill him so better he deals with your anger than hers.
You entered the kitchen to grab some water and screamed when you noticed the figure sitting at your little kitchenette. “AHH!”
Sitting very comfortably in one of your chairs, legs spread and one arm resting on the table where a glass of your brandy sat was Franklin. There was also a large beautiful bouquet of roses on the table.
“Hey baby.” He casually greets you, taking a sip from the glass.
He looked good as hell but you still glared at him.
“How the hell did you get in here? Better yet, why are you here?”
“I missed you. I know you missed me too. Are you done being mad?”
You clicked your tongue. “Nigga you got some nerve. Yes, I’m still mad.”
He sucked his teeth at me. “I’m not gonna apologize for putting your brother on, but I’ll apologize for not giving you a heads up.”
“That’s not good enough. That shit is dangerous. I want him to get a degree and get out of here.”
“So you don’t believe in building back up the community? Keeping money and businesses in Black hands? You don’t want to raise a family where you grew up anymore?”
Yes, you still believed in all those things. You even understood that your people had to cut some corners to get a leg up because they’d already been held back from so long. But the road to get to the future was scary. You were scared but anger is a way easier emotion to hold on to.
“Give me my key.” You snapped, holding out your hand.
He took your hand in his, rubbing your wrist with his thumb before placing a kiss on your palm. “No.”
“Franklin!” You whined, stomping your foot before you could stop yourself. Yes, you were lowkey about to throw a fit but he was so damn annoying.
“If you want me gone, change the locks.” He challenged, placing a kiss on each of your fingers.
That action caused you to realize he still held your hand so you snatched it away. “Fine. I will. What do you want?”
“You. I want you back. The bed is cold without those warm thighs for me to lay between.”
“And who’s fault is that?”
He rolled his eyes and stood up. He walked you backwards until you hit the kitchen counter. You looked off to the side, unable to hold his gaze. You were weak for him. He placed his hands on your cheeks and gripped your face, turning it so you were nose to nose with him and eyes locked.
“I’m only gonna say this shit once. Ryan wanted in the game. He wanted to be a corner boy. He wants to hustle.” You tried turning away from him but you couldn’t pry his hands off your face so you ended up just holding his wrists. “If I said no, he would have gone somewhere else. Is that what you want? Him down in the bottoms with crazy ass Skully or becoming apart of Manboy’s crew?”
Your eyes fluttered close at his words and you released a loud sigh. He was right. God forbid your brother went to work for Manboy. You knew you couldn’t change Ryan’s mind about something as much as you couldn’t change your mother’s. They were alike in that way. You always played the middle trying to keep the peace.
Franklin placed a kiss on your forehead as you processed his words. He knew you needed time to sort out new information and check in with yourself. He loved that about you. You could blow up but you could also be reasoned with.
“I know how much you love your brother and because I love you he’s family to me too. I’m treating him just like family. The game is the game. You think I wouldn’t do everything I could to protect him? To protect your heart? You think that little of me?”
His words had your eyes snapping back open. “No. I know you’re a good man, Frankie.” You rubbed his wrists, your face still in his hands.
“Then you forgive me?” He asked, eyes pulling you in. You would willingly drown in those dark pools.
You nodded and he placed a soft kiss on your lips. God, you missed him. You pressed harder against him and deepened the kiss. It had been too long. He kissed you like you were his last source of air as he explored your mouth with his tongue. His hands left your face to trail down your back and grip your robe covered ass.
He sucked on your tongue before biting your lip. He gripped your thighs and hoisted you up, holding you against the countertop and grinding his hard dick against you. You yelped and wrapped your arms and legs around him.
“Oh my God! Put me down, Franklin.” You gasped as he placed open mouthed kisses on your neck. Your robe had fallen open and he was able to suck on your collarbone which made your head drop back.
He turned to place you on the table. Your ass bumped his glass and it, along with the bouquet, fell onto the floor. “Franklin!” You scolded, only to bite your lip when he lightly grabbed your neck.
“I let you get away with it before but that shits over now. What’s my name?” He asked, his thumb pressing right into the center of your neck.
Your pussy was dripping wet. “Baby, please.”
He squeezed a bit more before letting his hand slide down the opening in your robe. “Close but don’t worry sweetheart. I’ll remind you.” His free hand pulled on the sash and completely opened up your robe.
“Fuck, I missed you.” He groaned, eyes moving from your tits down your stomach to between your legs as you spread them further apart.
Your hands were exploring under his shirt, refamiliarizing yourself with the planes of his body. You slipped his shirt over his head and he bent his head to kiss your nipples.
“Mmm.” You moaned, head falling back as he took a nipple into his mouth. You could feel your pussy dripping wet. As he sucked on your titties, one of his hands reached between your legs and teased your folds. His fingers traced up and down your lips and your hips moved to press him harder against you.
“Look at how wet and eager you are. I know this pussy missed me. Didn’t she?” He asked, pulling away from your titties leaving them wet with his saliva.
“Yes, yes she missed you.” You gasped, desperate for more.
His middle finger slid up and down your slit before finally slipping into your pussy. You groaned at the feeling and he slipped another finger inside of you stroking your walls. His eyes remained on your face as he watched the love faces you made. He pressed his fingers deeper inside you and rubbed his palm against your swollen clit.
“Yes, yes, please….” You moaned, hands clutching the edge of the table. He was stroking you so good, but you needed more.
“Tell me what you need, pretty girl.”
“I need…ooh…I need your dick in this pussy.” You licked your lips as you reached out to unbutton his pants. You could see the print of his hard dick and you needed it in you now.
“After this tantrum of yours, beg for it.” He could feel your walls contracting around his fingers and knew you were about to cum. He wasn’t about to have that so he pulled his fingers out.
“Nooo…” You whined, scooting closer to the edge of the table to rub against him and get some more friction going. He held your legs open and leaned back just out of your reach.
“What did I say?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you.
“Please, Daddy. I’m sorry. Give me the dick. I need the dick.” You begged, voice just the right pitch of needy and desperate that he wanted to hear.
He pulled his hard, long, and thick dick out and stroked it as he stared at you. You bit your lip and gave him your most contrite look. He smiled at you and leaned in to kiss you softly on your lips.
You got so lost in his kiss. The way he moved from harsh to sweet was making your head spin. You just wanted anything and everything he was giving you. During the kiss, you gasped loudly into his mouth feeling his slide into your tight pussy.
“Shit..” He hissed, hips jacking forward to situate himself deep into your pussy. He was knocking up against your G spot and you were almost dizzy. After all that foreplay, you knew you wouldn’t last long. You were already squeezing his dick.
“I can feel that pussy finna cum. Let her rain on me, baby. I wanna feel it.” He told you, continuing to give you long deep strokes.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” You breathlessly moaned, head thrown back. “I’m bout to-” You don’t even finish your sentence as your orgasm eclipses your whole body.
“Just like that.” Franklin moaned, watching you as the pleasure blankets you. He loved watching you. You were so damn sexy. He never stopped stroking as your walls clamped down on him.
Your chest was heaving and you were feeling a bit tired. You felt Franklin speeding up his thrusts, his hips slamming against your ass. You were feeling a bit sensitive. “Ooh, wait Daddy…”
“Nah, ain’t no wait. This is part of your punishment. Let me look at that pussy.” He declared, bringing your legs up and smashing your knees into your chest. “Damn, look at her glistening for Daddy.”
“Mmnf!” You groaned, feeling the table shake under you at his hard thrusts. Your eyes closed as your body was completely worked over by him. He was fucking your soul.
You heard his moans and growls increasing frequency as his hips sped up. You could feel him everywhere. He was staking his claim on you. With a final deep thrust, you felt his cum release inside of you. You were on birth control but he was so damn far inside you felt like he was personally delivering his seeds to your ovaries. You’d have time to worry about that later.
He placed kisses along your thick legs as he slowly brought them back down to wrap around his waist. He’s still inside you and you haven’t moved at all. You couldn’t. You were wore the hell out.
You felt his eyes on you as he soothingly rubbed his hands up your thighs over your belly between your breasts and over your shoulders. He massaged you as he waited for you to regain yourself.
Your eyes opened and connected with his. You gave him your prettiest smile. “I love you.”
He smiled that rare grin of his. “I love you too.” He leaned in to kiss your lips and you closed your eyes leaning up to meet his lips only to be met with air.
Your eyes opened to see him staring down at you. “Don’t ever pull no shit like this again.” He sternly ordered.
You brought your hands up to rub his hair and cup the back of his head. “I won’t baby. I’m sorry.”
You were ready to accept Franklin for everything he is. He was your man and you were gonna stick beside him no matter what.
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slutsareteacherstoo · 1 month ago
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I Hope - A Terry Richmond Drabble Part Two
Black Fem! OC - Savannah (dark skinned, curvy, and disabled) x Terry Richmond (Gentle!Terry, Sweet!Terry, Nervous!Terry)
(I gotta get better at these tags, suggestions welcome!)
Summary: Savannah and Terry continue with they left off. But something stops Savannah leaving her unsure if what was supposed to be the perfect night is now ruined.
[PART 1]
Warnings/Things of Note: Slightly NSFW/NSFT (moaning, kissing, nipple play I guess...), fluff and comfort, playful teasing, anxiety, dissociation, mentions of disability, sex and trauma, intense ass eye contact and staring (it might turn into kink if you squint a lil bit), Switch!Terry (not really but we shall see...), people wearing masks (surgical, kn95, n95), shoutout to the library!
Really though, if you dissociate and/or have trouble staying present in your body, for any reason and/or you be feeling things too much and it make you wanna dissociate, proceed with caution. While it's cool to see yourself reflected in writing, it can also be disorienting. So. Before you read. I want you to have some grounding tools near by and take breaks as you need them.
Word count: 3K+ (3,679 WTF?!?!?! YAY ME)
Author's Note: Okay, yall. Here is the second part. This thing is long! I'm typing this in drafts right now on my computer. I have to copy and paste in into docs because I have no clue what the actual word count is (That shit was 10 pages when i pasted it in WORD!)
Thank you sooo sooo much everyone for your support. I'm glad you enjoyed the first part. Highkey...it's giving series cuz the things I imagined>>>> I'm a covid conscious girlie who still be masking outside so it's been a minute for me in this department! Trying to use my imagination and conjure the connections I know people are seeking, navigating the world like I do. So as i use my big brain, it'll pop up in my writing. If you wanna see more, let me know so I can add you to the taglist. I'm not touching this again til November! I got grad school apps to submit!
I hope you enjoy!
I'll give it to you freely
Cause you're so damn worth it
Oh will you still love me
Even when wе're hurting
Even when wе're hurting
As Terry returned to what he and Savannah both realized was her sweet spot, he indulged himself to hear Savannah’s moans over & over; each one differing in pitch and tone. Applying the pressure of his tongue to the spot and up to her earlobe, she made a low moan. And Terry felt as she pulled him closer. The feel of her long nails caressing his shaved head and neck and her sounds were bliss. The apprehension and embarrassment that Savannah had previously felt, were gone now. They were replaced with incessant need, incessant hunger. The need to feel this man on her, with her, inside her —skin under skin. The contact he gave her was none like no other. She let the sounds of pleasure spill from her mouth as Terry obliged her to.
As of this moment, Savannah was tapped into her body. The feeling was overwhelming but it wasn’t too much. When Terry came up for air, he looked into Savannah’s eyes, deep dark brown satellites. They marveled in comparison to how she described his planets. The look on her face was one he’d never seen before but was honored to know he helped put it there. She let out a shaky sigh.
“You’re really good at this sort of thing.”
Terry chuckled with a smirk, “I am.”
At the next thought, Savannah sheepishly smiled and looked away. Terry brought his hand to her chin once again, slightly nudging her to look at him.
“What?” Terry said with a smug ass grin, admiring the woman before him.
Savannah looked down with her eyes and flitted them back to Terry’s.
“I don’t know if I can ask you this.”
“You can ask me anything you want.” Terry slow blinked as he responded to Savannah.
She took his left hand from her chin and placed it on her chest, “Can you touch me here?” Grabbing his other hand, she added “and here?”
Terry said, “I can. What would you like me to do?”
“Whatever you want.” Savannah replied, focusing fully on Terry’s now bright eyes, while she bit her deep, brownish pink bottom lip. Terry took those words and massaged her chest. She was still wearing her black high neck tank top, the opposite to Terry’s gray one. When he squeezed, she let out a hiss. Terry took his thumbs and massaged what he felt were the outline of her nipples. At that, Savannah let out a “fuck”. Terry stopped, looking at Savannah, waiting for her eyes to open. Her dark brown skin was gleaming with the slight sweat she’d worked up.
“I didn’t say stop,” she said lowly, eyes heavy lidded with hunger. And so, Savannah was determined to maintain eye contact with Terry—to eventually be the one to win one of these staring contests. As he flicked his thumb in slow circles over her nipples, Savannah felt herself floating away. The feeling was good. Too good. Maybe too overwhelming. She was getting lost in the feeling. A new one, but overwhelming nonetheless. She was trying to stay here, stay present in this body. Her thoughts were interrupted by Terry squeezing her right shoulder. She blinked and focused back onto the objects inside of the room. The TV atop the dresser and the music sounding from it. The light on across the hall. Her clothes on THEE chair™️, and making them center back on Terry’s face.
Terry had seen Savannah enjoying the feeling, eyes rolling back at the pleasure, excitement and trying to maintain her focus on him. He wasn’t gonna lie. It gave him an ego boost. But then, he saw her eyes go in a slightly different direction. Her voice, her body still responding to his movements but her mind had gone elsewhere. Her eyes had glazed over and it made him stop.
“Savannah,” he squeezed her right shoulder again, “Savannah, baby.”
Her eyes found his again and her face contorted into a frown. You could see the disappointment on her face. Whatever feelings that were coming up for her right now, he wanted to make space for them —to make space for her.
“What is it?” Terry uttered softly.
Savannah shook her head from side to side. She kissed her teeth softly and said, “It was really nice. It felt good. It felt really good.”
Terry nodded wordlessly as he kept his hand on her shoulder, alternating light squeezes while he massaged it.
Savannah continued, “I felt too much. Not that anything you did was bad or wrong. It was perfect actually. Really really perfect.” She wanted to reassure him.
Terry gave her a small smile, “But?” he added.
“I felt it too much. It felt too good. And I think—“ she cut herself off. She thought what? That she couldn’t do this? That this might be harder than she thought it’d be? She didn’t want to say it. She didn’t want to think or even say or talk about herself as being too much. She’d done so much work already to remove that from her vocabulary, from seeing herself that way.
And Terry never did.
She hoped he wouldn’t now.
“I think that because the feeling—because EYE felt the feelings so intensely, I was so in my body, paying attention to everything. And that was scary. I think I got scared. I think we got scared.” The we in question was her body. The both of them were still navigating this together and it was difficult.
Savannah hadn’t even noticed the single tear that spilled onto her cheek until Terry wiped it away.
It was clear today that she would not be the winner of any of these staring contestants. 
Focusing on Terry and talking about this, made it too difficult. Eyes darting around the room as she talked, mostly because she didn’t want to see him. To see if the look on his face would change at all to pity. She couldn’t bear it. She hoped not.
Terry’s heart broke a little. But he made sure to maintain his steel of softness for Savannah. He didn’t want to speak too soon, speak over her, or imply anything that may not be true. He just wanted her to talk, to tell him what she needed. And he would help her in whatever way he knew how.
“I don’t want you to think,” Savannah said finally braving to make eye contact with Terry. Her nostrils were flaring and she was trying to keep her voice level. She didn’t want it break. But it did. “Less of me.”
At that statement though, Terry had to interrupt.  “I don’t think less of you.” Savannah raised a disbelieving eyebrow. “I don’t,” he doubled down and countered in a firm tone.
Savannah rolled her eyes in exasperation and sighed loudly. Not at Terry. Not even at herself but just at the situation. When Savannah could not find the words to say, Terry decided to speak some more.
“I don’t think less of you. I never could but especially not because of this. You told me that you needed—that we needed to take it slow. Like I said, you are in control.” He took a pause. “ I’m with you because I like you. I like you because of you. This,” he picked up her hands, pointing his chin to their hands and to Savannah. “means something to me. You are important to me.” He squeezed her hands for emphasis.
As he considered his next words, there was  silence between the two of them. Savannah had briefly removed one of her hands and used the bottom of her palm to wipe her eyes. She joined hands with Terry again, as the two lay side to side, knees facing inward. Music was faintly playing in the background. 
It was a simple yet hypnotic melody. In fact, that’s why they’d let it repeat over and over. It was Terry’s choice. And it was definitely going to be up there on his Spotify Wrapped. 
When he first heard it, Savannah had immediately come to his mind. She was definitely special and knew it immediately when he’d come across her. 
Savannah was oblivious in her own world when he crossed her path. He was awestruck. 
It was the sound of her voice that piqued his interest first. He heard her before he saw her. After locking his bike out front, he walked through the library’s sliding doors. He’d heard it as the metal song he’d been listening to was fading out. She was at a table explaining something to the group of people in front of her. There was something about her voice that was soothing and captivating. Taking his buds out ear by ear, he was able to hear her voice in its fullness. He didn’t have the first clue about how the nutritional value of frozen fruit and vegetables was just as good as fresh, but he’d listen more to find out. 
Staring in her direction, he was immediately taken by her. She’d been wearing a bright pink bandana over her hair put in a thick low puff. Clear, purple glasses over deep, dark brown cat eyes, lined in black. Thin, oversized hoops framed her face. The rest of it he couldn’t see because she was wearing mask. It was a white one with blue straps. It made him scrunch his face in curiosity, especially because most of the library patrons he could see weren’t wearing any. He’d done a quick ocular scan of the space from periphery to main fields of vision. Yup. He’d spotted maybe 4 or 5 people outside the seated group wearing a mask at all. Some wore thin, black and light blue ones. Others wore more sturdy-looking ones? People had them the in different colors—white, black, pink green. He wasn’t wearing one either. But no mind that, he wanted to hear more of what she had to say. 
She was wearing an orange crochet cardigan with a white ribbed shirt. The shirt was stretched over her large chest and tucked into black stretchy yoga pants. 
The thick waistband outlined the roundness of her soft belly. They hugged her wide-set hips that framed her full thighs.  The rest of the material flared out at her knees, covering her white and light brown running shoes.
It was at the appraisal of her lower half that made Terry let out what he thought was a mental, “Damn,” and considered what behind might look like. He realized that was not the case when the library worker at the front desk cleared their throat loud enough for Terry to hear and get the hint. He whipped his head in their direction, smiling apologetically and nervously with wide eyes and thin lips. He was being a man, in a way he was NOT proud of right now.
“Sorry about that. Is there a place I can charge my phone?” he asked while adjusting his backpack.
The worker pointed in the opposite direction of Savannah and her group. The worker was wearing a thin, black mask so he couldn’t see the bottom half of their face. But the expression in their eyes made it clear he needed to keep it pushing and do so expeditiously. He thanked them and made his way to get some juice for his phone.
Lizzie’s voice was crooning on the song’s fourth verse, fading out the memory 
I'll give it to you freely
Cause you're so damn worth it
Oh will you still love me
Even when wе're hurting
Even when wе're hurting
“You are important to me,” he repeated “I’m not going to say that I don’t care about it. Because it wouldn’t be true. I care about whatever affects you, however it affects you.” He was looking down at her, the pair’s eyes a perfect match of earth, water and soil. Her eyes didn’t leave his this time, despite the silly face Terry made to break the tension in the room.
Savannah laughed and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She was getting better at keeping up with him. Maybe one day she would win one of these staring contests, he pretended not to know about. Attagirl.
“You can take however long you and your body need to adjust, to get back into it.  Take your time, baby.” he rested his forehead against hers, rubbing his thumb at her cheek “The loving ain’t going nowhere.” he said with wide grin, while Savannah let out a short, spluttering laugh. 
“Okay, Mary J Blige,” she said shaking her head and rolling her eyes upward, staring at no place in particular.
“I got you,” Terry said booping Savannah’s nose.
“You got what?” she said with in an incredulous look on his face
“You,” he emphasized, “You can’t keep eyes on me.”
Savannah waved his hand from her face, the gold, medical bracelet glinting in the light. “Boy, bye.” She twisted at her waist to reach for her glasses on the nightstand. When she faced Terry again he was supporting himself up with his left hand, while his right one propped his head. Terry was staring at her as if he were enchanted. He’d always stare at her like that. And Savannah couldn’t believe that he still was, especially after how tonight went. He was making her feel all self-conscious and shit. Damn him and his fuck ass, color-changing eyes.
“What?” Terry said softly, cutting off her thoughts
“Fuck you and your fucking eyes”, Savannah playful shoved his shoulder.
“Why you say fuck me for?” Terry said aloud after letting out a laughter of shock, thick eyebrows raised and eyes widened.
“Because!” Savannah retorted, mirroring Terry’s expression and previous tone.
“Because what?” Terry said now in a softer tone, while squinting at her. He’d reached out for her hand again without looking. She accepted it and Terry interlocked his fingers with hers. It made Savannah smile, clearly showing because her eyes never left his.
This man was gonna be her undoing, she was sure of it. And he was sure she’d be his.
“So,” Savannah paused, while she focused on the feeling of the small circles Terry rubbed on the back of her clasped hand. “I didn’t ruin tonight?” she asked, avoiding Terry’s original question. Her left arm was bent at the elbow on her pillows, mirroring Terry while he was now lower than her. She felt Terry shift and then his hand on her knee. He slightly dipped his head, green-gray eyes asking for permission. Savannah nodded her head yes, and she felt Terry gently grab the back of her right knee, pulling it closer to him. Savannah loved the way the skin his rough textured palm felt against the soft smoothness of her legs. And Terry couldn’t get over how soft and delicate her skin was. Especially when he grazed her sides, feeling her rolls and ripples. It was supple and satin-like. He was grateful for the privilege he was allowed in getting to touch her. In allowing him to do anything with her. He’d do anything she’d ask in return.
“You did not,” Terry said. “I got to spend time with you. I got feel and caress you.” He demonstrated by caressing the back of her thigh. “I got to learn more about the sounds you make when you’re really feeling good ,” he said wiggling his eyebrows. Savannah scoffed and rolled her eyes.
Terry kissed his teeth, holding in his smirk. “See, there you go again.” he said in a light teasing tone. It was Savannah’s turn to kiss her teeth.
“Ok, but to be fair, today should NOT be counted!” She butted in holding a pointed finger upward
“Nigga, nobody is counting!” Terry laughed out. 
“What do you mean, nobody’s counting? YOU JUST TOLD ME YOU ARE!” she exclaimed in shock and amusement. She wasn’t upset or angry. She felt…vindicated. Vindicated at the fact this mf WAS doing this shit on purpose! Ooh, Terry. When you I catch you, Terry! When I catch you Terry!
Now, Terry didn’t wanna look Savannah in her eyes. He was being shy and evasive and shit. Looking around the room, now that she found him out. He could feel the heat rising to cheeks. Not him blushing over this. Savannah lightly tugged his chin upward towards her.
“Nah, pretty boy. Eyes up here. This is what you wanted right?” Savannah had said, genuinely teasing him. He knew she didn’t mean anything else behind those words, just getting him back for the sake of getting him back. But the way she said them, while grabbing his chin made him feel something. He’d have to return to that thought another time. The firm squeeze she added, and the pressure from the tips of her naturally long nails, to grab his attention again didn’t help.
Savannah was looking at him expectedly, one eyebrow arched with lips slightly parted.
“I mean…” Terry trailed off. He did love staring at her. Yeah, he got a thrill from how any look he gave her she had a reaction to. But it really was her eyes that captivated him. Her eyes were a deep dark brown, iris and pupil ringed in black. They were a cat-like almond shape. Sharp and alluring without meaning too. When she lined them with different colors, it only made them more striking. He could help but admire them and admire her, like one would the moon. Intrinsically and reverently.
“…you got some nice ass eyes. Be distracting a nigga and shit.” Terry chuckled trying not to be the chalant nigga he very much was and Savannah let out a low cackle.
“Heh, hey.” she took that moment to clap her hands slowly, alternating her hands so that palms touched fingertips and fingertips touched palms. Swiping away some of the doubt and insecurity in her head. It made her get a big one.
Whew! Savannah didn’t know she’d be able to relate to Victoria Monét when she sang it, but making niggas feel a way is a forté really. Well, shit. She wasn’t gonna feel guilty about using his face and his eyes as the last thing she’d sense in her grounding practice anymore. And, she was making him fold like he made her fold? Nah, the game was on. She was committed to winning a few of these stare-downs and she was gonna come out on top, one way or another.
“Anyways, back to what you were saying much earlier.” Savannah ushered him to continue after they’d gotten hella distracted and off course. She appreciated the levity Terry added to the moment for her sake. But Savannah really did need to know that she didn’t ruin tonight and that she shouldn’t feel bad when they woke up tomorrow. She wasn’t in love him yet, but she needed to know, that if it happened —when it happened, a voice in her head said—That he would validate and reassure her when this would come up again. Because it would. Come up again. 
“Like I was saying,” Terry extended the first syllable of the last word for exaggerated effect. It earned him a giggle. “We got to pause and ground together, when we both needed it.” Savannah gave him a slight eyebrow raise. 
Terry began to rub at the back of his neck when he admitted, “I read online that light yet firm pressure could be helpful in helping a partner stay present.” Savannah’s face softened in surprise and endearment. Oh shit! Not him doing self-directed research!
So that’s why he was doing those squeezes and circles!
He continued hesitantly, “Yeah. I was just looking up different articles, going to different websites and other people’s accounts and stuff talking about disability, sex and trauma, you know. I just wanted to make sure I could help you feel as comfortable as possible. And you know, I got kinda nervous too cuz i was like, ‘I don’t know if Im fucking up or doing too much’ so I was stopping when I needed to too.” Terry was rambling nervously and it was so cute and sweet. She couldn’t believe he did that for her. And also that what he found helped him too.
“But yeah, nothing was ruined. I got to be here with you. And see what it was like when you start floating away,” he ended in a singysong way, wiggling his fingers for emphasis looking nowhere in particular.
Terry made sure to snap his head back to Savannah’s. He reached up for her face, his thumb slowly moving up and near her chin and lips. At that, she took a hand and draped it behind Terry’s neck. She used her nails to make slow, stroking movements at the across the length of his neck. She wanted to make sure she heard what Terry was saying.
“But I want you know, that I’ll be right here with you on earth. No matter where you go, wherever you go.” Terry stated firmly. He had an earnest look in his eyes. His, tinged with grey among blue-green ocean waves, moving in sync with hers, being compelled by the draw of her deep brown moons shining with black rings. The tides of feeling and connection present between the two were unmistakable. Undeniable.
Savannah knew that he meant every word. 
And it was scary as hell. 
She hadn’t had someone feel so sure about her in this way, in a long time.
But she wanted to see it through anyways, whatever this would become with time. She hadn’t told him everything, just enough to be in the know. And he took that information and built on it. For them. For her.
Savannah slightly lowered her head towards Terry, hovering her lips right over his. Her chain dangling over his.
“Thank you,” she whispered into his lips. 
“Nothing is ever too much for you,” he whispered back.
And so the tides crashed, leading their lips to softly touch together. Melting with the hopes for the future and the celestial of their current now.
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Author's Note Pt 2: Comments, questions and suggestions are so welcome (please be nice to me tho 🥺 👉🏿 👈🏿) I did try to revise this one and edit it for real for real. If there are any errors let me know.
If you're wondering how he got Savannah out that mask...you gotta keep reading. If you wanna be added to the taglist without getting all my other NSFW reblogs, please lemme know in the replies.
Also I hope that those of you who needed to or still need to take some breaks and do some grounding cuz reading may have been a lot, please do that. Slowly blink your eyes open and close. Stretch your fingers, wrists, arms, and neck. Hell, your whole body. Drink some water. Grab a snack. Put on a mood uplifting song. <3
Also if you somebody like me, who still be masking when they be outside, im writing this for you extra!
For anyone who need it, let this work be a manifestation for the dynamics you desire, that are aligned with you in all ways, with no doubts or questions. May the Divine deliver and you recognize them upon arrival. You got this, boo! 😉
Okay thank you for coming to my TED Talk 🥰 See y'all on the dash
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yoursweetinoccentdreams · 5 months ago
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One Happy Aphrodisiac 
Warnings: Dabi x AFAB reader, Voyeurism IF U SQUINT, Soft Dom Dabi?? IF U SQUINT, Mentions of death, quirk inflicted drugging, edging (squirting in part 2 if I make one) , Aphrodisiacs, Dom Dabi. Pet names. Lmk if i missed any! Color code: Pink:Y/n Blue: Dabi/ Orange:Toga, White (or default tumblr settings) :Dr. Garaki Red: Shiggy, And purple: Kurogiri Green: Twice
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It was approximately 6:32 PM, and there you were, lying on an uncomfortable block of foam that was in Dr.Garaki's office. Helpless you feel this overwhelming sensation all over your body. You glance over and see the lov, sitting down in silence thinking about what happened. Believe it or not, you weren't expecting half of the league to be here just for you, I mean you weren't considered the league's "Day after Dark" for nothing. You were the sweetest person any of them have ever known, so hell yeah they care for you. Dabi rushes over to your side worried sick, just hearing you whimper out of confusion and whatever side effects that quirk hit you with makes his heart go limp but only for a second.
"What happened?? What's going on??" You ask with a frown looking around the white colored room. "Well there's no better way to say this, but I believe you have been hit with an aphrodisiac." Dr Garaki confesses. You quirk an eyebrow, not even fully processing what he's saying, "Wait so you're telling me Y/N got hit with a sexual-related quirk?" Toga Laughs out loud Kurogiri snickering to himself. "So Dabi you know what that means, guess you'll be in for a lot of fun huh?" Toga smirks at Dabi, making him look away. "So is there any way to get rid of it?" Shigaraki asks in annoyance, "Well, not really... it will most likely take 24-48 hours to wear off." Shigaraki groans, "Damnit we have a mission, everyone needs to be there, we can't have a member of the league with a good quirk hungry for dick mid-mission!" Shigaraki storms out of the room, leaving Toga Kurogiri and Dabi staring at Dr.Garaki in desperation.
"Damn Dabi, so what are you gunna do?" Toga asks. "I don't fucking know alright, ill figure it out." Dabi looks at you, "So are we free to take her doc or do we jus-" "Y-Yeah! you can take her for sure but make sure you be gentle with her, people who tend to get hit with aprodisiac's can easily get overstimulated, or overwhelemed and they become sensitive if you will." Dr Garaki hurriedly rushes out of the room. Dabi tries picking you up bridal style but you insist on walking "Y/n I gotta say you look pretty cute like this!, with that drunken look on your face!" Toga and Kurogiri follow behind you and Dabi back to the base. You trip over your feet but Dabi catches you, holding on to your waist to keep you stable, "Careful Doll". You quickly regain control of your legs, you sigh grasping a hold of Dabi's arm as you walk beside him leaning your head on his biceps inhaling the scent of his smokey musk cologne. Dabi notices, "Smelling me ya little weirdo?" He smirks, "Mno, you jus.. smell good." You confess, pressing your thighs together to help ease the aching of your wet cunt thats crying for even 1 inch of Dabi's cock.
Twice opens the door, peeking his head out of the doorway. "Heyyy!! Dabi!! Y/N!! Togaaa!, nice to see ya! Why are yall out so late?? I smell fishy business if you ask me- "Shut the hell up Twice, where's shigaraki?"" "He's sitting at the bar thinking of the plans for tonight." Dabi sighs "great.." he mutters under his breath. After everyone is settled down in their rooms, Shigaraki calls for a meeting in the living room so he can assign roles. "Everyone sit." I stand off to the side with my head hanging low, Dabi,Twice,Toga,Kurogiri all sitting on the long framed couch that was fairly comfortable. In the middle of Shigarakis Pathetic rambling about cues and standing posts, you start squirming trying to control your heat from growing even hotter just from even looking at Dabi going full manspread on the couch right next to you.
Dabi looks at you and makes a "come over here" motion with his fingers, you walk over with a pep in your step, straddling over him and starts kissing and nuzzling your face into his jet black locks. "I need you Touya.." You whisper into his ear. You can practically feel his shit eating grin eating at your soul. Dabi chuckled rubbing circles into your lower back. Thats when you heard Shigaraki mention Dabi's name. "HEY, are you even listening to me??" Shigaraki spits out. Dabi rolling his eyes, "Just so you know shes not coming on this mission." you give a glare at Shigarakis out of pocket response. "Yes she is, she is always useful when we bring her out, wether shes under an aprodisiac or not."
Dabi stares intensley at shigaraki. "You know what, Dabi come here for a second," Dabi picks you up and sets you on the couch and pats your thigh gently. Shigaraki goes into his office and shuts the door behind Dabi. "Listen Dabi, you either fuck her now, or when we get back here, you are NOT fucking her on the mission, im not sending one of Twices clones to go look after you two because youre too busy bending her over in an ALLEYWAY, and for gods sake don't get her pregnant..." Shigaraki rasped. Dabi wasn't surprised Shigaraki was trying to butt into his sex life with the only person he feels mutual for. "Listen here Shigaraki, you may be the boss of the league but don't think youre getting the upper hand, and don't doubt my pull-out game, you don't know nothing about that....". Dabi says towering over him. Dabi exits the room, and you can tell that he's angry. You rush over to him nuzzling your face into his abdomen. "Hey, you okay?" Dabi asks you, pulling you over to a corner to make sure you're alright for himself. "Need you now, please... " You silently plead with tears prickling in your eyes, starting to lift your shirt but Dabi grabs your hands instead. "No, no baby not right now just wait a little longer f'me." "But-!"
Shhh I know I know after the mission, be a good girl and wait" Little did you two know you had some birds chirping. "Looks like its already happening~~~!" Toga jumps and spins around, "Ooohh! It Isss happening!!, wait, what's happening??" Twice asks. "Y/N's been hit with an aphrodisiac you moron." Twice quirks a brow, "Isn't that something that makes you, uhh-" Twice stops his sentence, "You mean Desperate for sex? duh?! Toga exclaims rolling her eyes. "Will you two shut up? I'm tired of hearing your mouths all you do is talk.." Dabi looks over at them visibly annoyed. "Fine, Fine, me and twice won't talk about your horny girlfriend. "Shigaraki makes sure the doors are all locked,"Alright guys, let's move out" NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!
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Dabi holds your hand throughout half of the ride, you start palming and touching his cock through his jeans. "Fuck Y/N, stop.. you're gonna make me hard."
You whimper. Dabi reaches down into your jean skirt past your thong and rubs your clit in little circles, you roll your eyes back into your head Suddenly he stops, you almost cry from the sudden stop of it seemed like the best feeling in the whole world departed from you. Dabi lifts his fingers out of your pants with a string of your arousal coming with them. "Shhh fuck..don't cry, soon we'll be done with the mission then ill give you anything you want baby girl I promise." Dabi coos "Nooo ~ I need now baby, please its painful...~" Dabi sighs in defeat, "Boss, shes cryin' what do I do, what do I tell her?" Dabi leans up close to Shigaraki's passenger seat to whisper in his ear. "I don't know??, listen we are almost to our standing ground you need to hurry up and figure out something, i don't care if you fall back for 5 minutes while we get in position but if you do you better hurry up and make it fast." Dabi quirks a brow and smirks "I never thought you'd say that boss. "Awe that's not fair!!" Toga and Twice say in unison. "Well suck it up shitheads, you're going you have no choice." Shigaraki Spits. The van comes to a stop, Would you like me to open up a portal Mr.Shigaraki, or would you wish for Compress to use his marbles?. Kurogiri asks. "Let's use Compress's marbles" Compress Nods, capturing Toga twice, spinner each in 1 marble. Shigaraki stands outside of the car, Talking to Dabi, "Alright handle your business and be finished in 5 minutes, when you see the portal open on the ground jump in it. "I know how to go into Kurogiri's portals Shigaraki I'm not an idiot." Shigaraki sighs, "Whatever if you don't get in we are leaving you there." Dabi nods, as Shigaraki becomes one with the marble, Compress exits the car and starts to hop on top of buildings to get into their assigned position.
"Alright cmere baby" He grabs your waist and pulls you into his lap, kissing you sweetly, he loved this, He loved how intimate you two were in this moment, in every moment he shared with you actually, he will forever protect you with his life, despite being a villain he had a specific soft spot just for you, no one else and he wanted to make sure you felt it. You kiss his neck as you start to undress yourself But Dabi stops you. "Don't take it off baby, we still have to get to the league after this." You nod sweetly, "here.." Dabi says taking your shirt and bra, lifting them both up above your breasts, You smirk and kiss him roughly. "Fuck, baby.." Dabi groans as he starts to pull your jean skirt down along with your thong. "Look at this wet fuckin pussy" You let out a pornographic-like moan as he sticks both his middle and ring finger deep inside of you, pressing on that little spongey spot that could make you cum in minutes.
"Good girl.. take my fingers jussss like that.." he hisses watching you roll you're eyes back into your head and creating an 'o' like shape with your mouth. You then unbuckle his belt swiftly, bending down getting ready to suck his cock. "No no let me make you feel good." he says, you batt your eyelashes in response, "mm, okay." "Good girl.." every passing moment, every praise makes you grow wetter by the second. He flips you over on your back spreads your legs evenly, and dives into your replusing cunt like he's a starved animal slurping up your wetness, like it's nobody's business. "Oh fuck yes~!" you moan out, "Mhmm.. right there? yeah? does that feel good?" He hums into your pussy causing vibration, which causes a stream of "yes's" to flow out of your mouth.
"Nghh~! Don't stop... please, don't stop..!" You whine hungry for more. Suddenly he comes to an abrupt stop, "No!! I was so close..." You start to cry feeling overstimulated. Dabi looks deep into your eyes almost forgetting what Dr. Garaki said to him, but Dabi was hard, painfully hard, Dabi laughs as he lays horizontally in the back seat, he throws you on his lap. You lean into his chest nuzzling your head into his neck letting you sink down and adjust to his length Slowly entering you, nothing but you and your boobs in his face, he latches onto one nipple as he thrusts upwards into your tight heat. You take a deep gasp for air as you feel the stretch around Dabi’s extensive girth. “That’s it..shit…so fucking tight!” Dabi groans out, you sit up as you start to bounce on his cock, already there’s a ring of cum forming at the base, a stream of curses flowing with it.
You seem unable to keep up rhythm so you lean over again putting both of your hands on his shoulders for support. Dabi smirks, “Need help hm?” “Mhm..” you agree, he puts his hands on your ass lifts it up, and thrusts in an upwards motion aggressively, making his balls repeatedly slap on your clit. You roll your eyes to the back of your head and you look up to the ceiling with your mouth in that same ‘o’ shape from earlier, barely even taking a breath you mewl out. “OH MFFFFUCK! ~ OH YES~~!” Your moans and the “fwap fwap fwap” is the only thing that could be heard from the van.
“Fuck.. good fucking girl, look at that pussy… milking my fuckin cock baby…” You clench on him at the praise, he kisses you deeply following with a humming sound. “Wanna take this outside baby? Stretch our legs?” You nod quickly as Dabi opens the car door, standing outside you and the moon being the only light he bends you over right then and there with nothing to grab on to, he pushes his cock back into you and starts ramming you from behind holding onto your hips to prevent you from falling over, your tits hang low as they too, bounce back and forth from the recoil. “Look at this fat fucking ass baby, I feed you good huh? *slap* “god yes~!” You moan out Dabi abruptly takes your hair and puts it into his fist in a ponytail pulling on it, not too hard but just enough to make you whine. “yes what?…”
LMK IF YALL WANT PART 2 CUZ I EXCEEDED THE TYPING LIMIT REPOSTS APPRECIATED!
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wrightingdungeon · 4 months ago
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Sweaty Sweethearts
Warning: 18+, MDNI, everyone gets oral and hand jobs, p in v, fluff
Special thanks to my partner for helping me with the editing, and some of the writing on this one.
I thought yall would want to know as soon as this came out @lily-alphonse @sdvbraindump
Haley was lying on her stomach, feet bouncing against the mattress of Alex’s bed. Her attention was laser-focused on her social media analytics, reviewing how people had been interacting with her latest post. She already knew what they would look like—likes, comments, and shares flooding in—but it was always reassuring to see the data for herself.
Alex’s groans punctuated the otherwise quiet room every now and again as his head dipped down, muscles straining, while he held his plank. His face was flushed, sweat trickling down his forehead, and his breaths came out in labored puffs. “How much longer?” he managed to grunt out, eyes squinting against the sweat dripping into them.
Haley’s eyes moved from her social media to the timer going in the background. “Uh, like three minutes,” she said, trying to hold her face flat and suppress a smirk as she looked down at Alex struggling on the ground.
“What!” Alex’s head snapped up, his eyes widening in disbelief. “I'm dumb, but not that dumb. How long?” He chuckled, shaking his head, the motion causing sweat to flick off. Haley couldn't help but laugh as she showed him her screen.
“You aren't dumb, Lex,” she said, her tone softening, “you have thirty seconds.” She crossed her arms and laid her head on them, her attention now fully on Alex, deciding she could nerd out with her data another time.
“And you aren't a brat,” Alex huffed, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as he finally let himself collapse to the floor just as the timer started going off. He lay there, chest heaving, the cool hardwood against his burning body a welcome relief. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling.
“At least I'm telling the truth.” Haley playfully scoffed, rolling her eyes, and moved to sit up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She watched as Alex tried to catch his breath, his usual cocky demeanor momentarily replaced by genuine exhaustion.
“Oh so now you can admit to being a brat.” Alex chuckled as he pushed himself up, grabbing his water bottle. He took a long gulp, the cold water soothing his parched throat. “Couldn't do that last night…” Smirking, Alex dodged the pillow that Haley had launched at his head. “I’m just sayin!” He defended himself as he moved out of another pillow attack, his laughter filling the room.
“Go back to working out, dork.” Haley laughed, her cheeks red from a mix of embarrassment and amusement. She tossed the second to last pillow at him, missing on purpose this time, and Alex grinned, shaking his head.
“I'm almost done, just gotta do pull-ups,” Alex said as he stood to his feet, grabbing his pull-up bar, locking it onto his closet doorway, and checking it was good to go. He flexed his fingers, taking a moment to stretch his arms before jumping up and gripping the bar, his muscles rippling under the strain.
The sound of Alex counting his pull-ups filled the room, and Haley settled back down, her gaze more focused on Alex than on her phone now. Her eyes followed him as he pulled up, and let himself slowly lower, just to pull right back up. Her eyes locked on the way his muscles tensed and flexed, looking from his arms to his chest, his ribs, his tummy, all the way down to the stretch of hair from his belly button into his gym shorts.
“Sunflower.” Haley shook her head slightly hearing Alex’s voice calling her like a siren. “Yeah?” She asked looking at Alex as he hung from his bar. “You're burning a hole baby.” Alex teased as he pulled up again, his eyes locked on hers. “I kinda like these shorts.”
Haley's cheeks flushed, but she couldn't help the smirk that tugged at her lips. "I just can't resist a good view," she quipped, winking at him. She sat up fully, tucking her legs beneath her, her hands resting in her lap, and continued to watch him her eyes lowering. She could see his eyes now lingering on her body, she knew that he loved it when she sat like that, she could see his body twitch slightly.
Alex’s focus wavered for a second, and he almost missed his rhythm, his grip tightening on the bar.“You’re a distraction, you know that?” he said, his voice a bit breathless but filled with amusement.
“Maybe I should be more helpful then.” Haley purred as she got up from the bed, walking over to Alex, and tracing his ribs with her fingertips. “What you say, Lex?” Her eyes locked onto his, the pull-up bar helping to even out their heights.
“If I ever say no, kill me,” Alex said playfully yet somewhat seriously as he planted his feet on the ground.
“Wait.” Haley stopped him, her nails pressing into his skin slightly. “You… You aren't done with your workout, baby.” Haley said slowly as she traced patterns on his skin, smiling and feeling him tense under her touch. “Don't stop just for me.” She said coyly as she let her hands trace down to the waistband of his shorts, her eyes trailed behind her hands, as she felt Alex shiver under her fingers.
Letting out a shaky laugh Alex pulled his feet back up, so he was hanging again. “If you don't want me to stop I won't stop you.”
Haley blushed as Alex pulled himself back up the bar, his now-tented gym shorts right in her face. Giggling softly she slid her fingers into his shorts and briefs, purring slightly feeling his length pulsing in her hand.
Alex let out a low groan, his grip on the bar tightening as Haley's hand wrapped around him. He looked down at her, his eyes now half-lidded with need. He pulled himself up again, his abs contracting with the effort, his body tensing as Haley began to stroke him. "Fuck, that feels good," he hissed, his teeth clenched. "Just like that." He started to move with her rhythm, pulling himself up and letting himself down in sync with her hand.
His breath came in ragged pants as he tried to keep his focus on his pull-ups, but it was becoming increasingly difficult with Haley's hand stroking him slowly, her grip firm and steady. “You're so strong, Alex.” Biting his lip his eyes fell shut for a moment, hearing her compliment His strength while she was stroking his cock, feeling her soft, gentle skin against his hot length.
"Fuck, Sunflower," he groaned, his voice strained as he struggled to maintain his form. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breaths coming out in ragged puffs. He glanced down at Haley, her eyes locked onto his cock, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. The sight of her sent a jolt of electricity straight to his groin, and he felt himself growing harder in her hand.
"You're killing me here, baby," he gasped, his muscles burning as he fought to keep himself upright. Haley just smiled up at him, her hand moving faster now, her grip tightening. He could feel the pleasure building inside him, his orgasm approaching rapidly. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, not with Haley touching him like that.
His body tensed, his abs clenching as he neared the edge. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back, wanting to prolong the sensation. "Sunflower, I'm close," he grunted, his voice barely above a whisper. "You need to stop… or… or I'm gonna…" He trailed off, his words lost in a moan as Haley's thumb brushed back over the head of his cock, spreading the pre-cum that had gathered there.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted, his body shaking as he tried to fight off his orgasm. "You're too good at this, baby" he panted, his eyes locked onto hers, pleading with her to stop or to keep going, he wasn't sure which. "Your gonna make me cum Haley" he admitted, defeat clear in his voice. He let out a low growl, his voice laced with warning, as she continued. "Sunflower, I'm serious, I'm about to-"
Before he could finish, Haley leaned in, her warm breath ghosting over the tip of his cock. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with mischief and craving. "Let go, Alex," she whispered, her voice sultry and inviting. "I want to taste you, baby."
The sight of her, the feel of her hand, and her words sent him over the edge. With a final, shuddering pull-up, Alex let out a loud grunt, his body convulsing as he came undone. He collapsed down, his feet hitting the ground as he leaned against the doorframe, panting and spent.
Haley didn't miss a beat, her tongue darting out to catch the first drop of him. She hummed in satisfaction, her eyes never leaving his as she took him into her mouth, swallowing every last bit of him. "Fuck, Sunflower," he panted, his body still trembling from the aftershocks, his hand gently resting on her head. Watching her pull away, opening her mouth just to show him it was empty, he groaned softly, his hands finding her hips.
"Fuck I need you," he panted, his eyes locked onto her lips as he leaned down to capture them in a searing kiss. He could taste himself on her tongue, and feel the heat of her breath as she moaned against him, her hands finding their way around his neck.
He groaned against her lips, his voice barely above a whisper. "Come here Sunflower." He murmured as he picked her up gently manhandling her to his bedroom floor
Smirking as he felt Haley giggling into their kiss, his arms and hands caging her head, pulling away to look at her. "You're so fucking beautiful, Haley" he whispered, his voice filled with admiration.
Alex's eyes scanned Haley's body, taking in every curve and dip. He could feel his desire for her growing again, his cock springing to life once more. He wanted to explore every inch of her, to make her scream his name until she was hoarse.
"Sunflower" he whispered, his voice low and husky as he leaned down to trail kisses along her jawline, his hands roaming her body. He could feel her arching into his touch, her breath hitching as he found her sensitive spots.
"Alex," she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper as he captured her mouth in another passionate kiss. He could feel her hands tangling in his hair, her legs wrapping around his waist as she pulled him closer.
Tangling his fingers in her hair, he paused, pulling back, looking at Haley with a frown. “Wait hold on…” Alex grumbled as he looked around his room.
“What's wrong, Alex?” Haley asked confused as to why Alex was lifting her head off the wooden floor.
“Keep your head up baby,” Alex said as he leaned forward, above Haley's head, reaching for one of the pillows she had used as a projectile, pulling it close, and positioning it under her head. “There we go,” Alex said, fixing her hair so it haloed around her, smiling down at her. “That's more like it, right babe.”
Haley's cheeks flushed at Alex's words, her heart fluttering in her chest. She reached up, cupping his cheek, her thumb brushing against his skin. “Alex…” Haley cooed softly while pulling him back into a deep kiss, her hands found their home wrapped around his neck.
Alex groaned into the kiss, his body responding to Haley's touch. He could feel her nails digging into his skin, sending shivers down his spine. He broke away from her, his breath ragged as he looked into her eyes, filled with hunger.
"I’m gonna make you feel so good," he murmured, his voice husky as he reached down between them, pulling her skirt up, his fingers finding her center. He could feel her wetness coating his fingers through the fabric of her panties as he began to rub slow circles, her hips moving in rhythm with his hand.
"Alex, yes," she moaned, her head tilting back, exposing her neck to him. He leaned down, his lips trailing kisses along her collarbone, his tongue tasting her skin. He could feel her body tensing, his fingers moving faster, applying more pressure.
Alex's lips curled into a smug smile as he watched Haley squirm beneath him, her body writhing with pleasure. "That's it, baby," he whispered, his voice low and encouraging, as he pushed the fabric to the side, out of his way.
His fingers continued their relentless assault, his thumb circling her clit as he plunged two fingers inside her, curling them upwards to hit that spot that made her gasp, chuckling at how wet she was.
"Alex!" she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him, her hips rolling into his touch, her moans mixing with the soft wet sounds of Alex’s fingers pistoning inside her.
“That’s it, Haley. Let it out, baby," Alex encouraged, his voice low and sultry as he continued to work his fingers in and out of her, his thumb only pressing harder on her clit. He could feel her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps as she got closer and closer to the edge.
Haley's eyes fluttered closed, her head tilting back as she moaned and whined out, her voice filling the room. Alex's heart swelled at the sound, his cock throbbing with yearning as he watched her lose herself in the pleasure he was giving her.
Pulling away as she almost tipped over, he chuckled softly hearing her whine. “Hold on sunflower.” Alex’s fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down quickly, his eyes never leaving hers. He could see the anticipation building in her gaze, her breath slowing slightly. He tossed her panties aside, his hands moving to her thighs, spreading them apart gently.
"Eyes on me, Sunflower," he commanded, his voice low and firm. Haley's eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze as he positioned himself between her legs, guiding her knees over his shoulders.
He leaned down, his tongue finding her cunt, licking and sucking, his fingers joining in, sliding in and out of her. He could feel her body tensing, her orgasm building once more as he increased his pace, his tongue flicking against her clit.
"Alex, please, I'm close," she pleaded, her hands finding his hair, her fingers tangling in the strands. He could feel her body trembling, her legs trying to close around his head as she neared the edge again.
He looked up at her, his eyes locked onto hers as he curled his fingers inside her, his tongue never stopping its assault on her clit. "Cum for me, baby," he growled, his voice vibrating against her.
His command was the straw that broke her. Her body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her as she screamed his name, her fingers pulling roughly at his hair. He could feel her juices coating his fingers, his lips, and his chin as he continued to lick and suck, drawing out her pleasure.
As her body came down from its high, he slowly pulled his fingers out of her, licking them clean, his eyes never leaving hers. "You taste so fucking good, Haley," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction.
Haley's body was still trembling from the aftermath of her orgasm as he crawled up her body, his lips capturing hers in an emotional kiss. He could feel her body relaxing beneath him, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer into a kiss.
He felt his hardness pressing against her thigh, feeling her moan into his mouth, her hips shifting to grind against him, seeking friction.
"I need you, Alex," she whispered, her voice sounding breathless and light. Alex groaned, his eyes darkening as he looked down at her, his hand moving to his erection, positioning himself at her entrance, rubbing the tip against her wetness "Are you sure, baby?" he asked, his voice low and husky. Haley nodded, her eyes locked onto his as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
"Please, Alex" she begged, her hips rolling against him, trying to get him to enter her. Alex chuckled, his hands moving to her hips, holding her in place as he slowly pushed inside her, inch by inch, allowing her to adjust to his size.
"Fuck, Sunflower," he groaned, his eyes closing briefly as he bottomed out inside her. Haley could feel herself stretching to accommodate him, her body tingling with pleasure as he filled her.
"Alex, move, please" she whimpered, her nails digging into his back as she urged him on. Alex obliged, his hips beginning to move in a slow, steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her. He could feel her body clenching around him, her moans filling the room as he picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more powerful.
"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice low and sultry as he leaned down to capture her mouth in a consuming kiss. Haley could taste herself on his lips, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity straight to her core. She could feel her orgasm building once more, her body tensing as Alex started to pound into her, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars.
"Alex, I'm close," she panted, her body writhing beneath him as she neared the edge. Alex growled, his fingers tangling in her hair as he held her close. “Me too.” He groaned out burying his face in her neck.
“T-Together.” Haley mewled out as she leaned her head back, her eyes rolling up.
Alex nodded, his breath hot on her neck as he continued to pound into her, his pace relentless. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he chased his release alongside Haley.
"Cum with me, baby," he growled, his voice strained as he held her close, reaching between them, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in tight, rough circles. Haley cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashed over her, her pussy clamping down around him.
"Alex!" she screamed, her nails digging into his back as she rode out her climax. Feeling her come apart beneath him, Alex let go, his orgasm ripping through him as he filled her with his hot seed, groaning her name against her neck.
Alex breathed in her scent as they layed there together as they came down from their shared bliss, looking up from her neck he chuckled watching Haley, her mouth open slightly as she caught her breath.
Pulling back Alex rubbed her sides gently, rocking his hips a few times before reluctantly pulling his cock from her warmth, groaning slightly as he watched his cum drip out of her. “Fuuuuck baby.” He chuckled softly as he rubbed her inner thigh.
Gently moving her to her side and pulling her close as he spooned her from behind, his arms wrapped tightly around her. "I love you, Haley," he murmured, his voice gentle as he kissed her shoulder.
Haley turned her head to look at him, her eyes soft and warm as she smiled at him. "I love you too, Alex," she replied, her voice filled with happiness as she snuggled into his embrace, their bodies fitting perfectly together.
Laying there for a moment enjoying the quiet, Haley chuckled as she felt Alex’s grip relax around her, hearing his breathing relax. “Awe tuckered out baby?” Haley teased looking up at him, blinking slightly as she noticed Alex had fallen asleep. “Oh, baby...” She cooed quietly, softly kissing his nose.
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ysljoon · 1 year ago
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Whumptober Day 5-Keegan P. Russ
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✲Prompt: Debris
✲Warnings: angst (its rlly angsty read at your own discretion yall), main chaarcter death, explosion, feelings of grief
✲a/n: yall i shed some tears as i wrote this my goodness but anyways enjoy this is my first time writing keegan and idk if this is too ooc for him but fuck it we ball
✲MINORS DNI (have your age in your bio or you're getting blocked)
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There was smoke thickening the air and obscuring your vision. Your eyes dilated to get back into focus. The last thing you remember was a loud boom and you blacked out after. You squinted trying to look around trying to understand your surroundings as the dust started to settle. You don’t know who detonated an explosive but it was pretty easy to assume it wasn’t anyone from the team or any accompanying allies that came for assistance. You clambered from the rubble your body was rag-dolled into and steadied yourself, but stumbled once you realized there was a gash down the entirety of your outer thigh. Your adrenaline is through the roof for you to even feel it right now.
You limped through the rubble trying to see any familiar faces from your team or just any individual to know you weren’t alone. The sun was still bright and the heat was stifling. You needed to pace yourself or else you would be stranded with no one to help you if you passed out from heat exhaustion or dehydration. You decided to take a break and sat down on the closest pile of rubble by your feet. Suddenly a hand wrapped around your ankles and it startled you. The scream you let out was earsplitting, to say the least. 
“Kid you’re gonna kill me off with that scream alone.”
The raspy and strained voice you heard was too familiar for it to be a coincidence. You turned and dropped to your knees without any hesitation and were presented with the sight of Keegan with half of his body covered under a pile of wreckage leftover from the explosion. Your body went into immediate panic mode and started to push away the rubble piece by piece. Keegan reached out and tried to stop you, but you were too caught up in trying to help him out.
“Just hold on, I'll get you out and then I’ll patch you up in the meantime until evac comes and then we can properly get you taken care of!.” You began to speed up your movements and this time he clutched your wrist. His grip was so much softer than what you were used to and it pulled you out of your panicked frenzy.
“Doll I’m done for you just gotta leave me here. I’m bleeding out as we speak and even if I do survive this I’m paralyzed from the waist down. I’m not useful either way.” He gave you a soft smile and tears started to well in your eyes. “Keegan you can’t expect me to just leave you here!” You started to tremble from your sobs. You were at a loss as to what to do after hearing Keegan’s words. There was no way you could leave Keegan here he was your everything. He was the one who kept you grounded when missions got to be all too much for you. 
“Just keep me company until my last moments, doll, it’s all I ask for.” He grasped your hand and rubbed his thumb soothingly across your knuckles. The sobs started to come out even harder as you finally came to accept that this was the end. You slid down onto your stomach and just stared at Keegan. You couldn’t bring yourself to even say anything. He craned his neck and placed a chaste kiss on your forehead. “I love you, kid, don’t ever forget it, and don’t forget about me.” His hands were trembling more and his skin was getting paler and paler and the sun started to set. You wailed and let all the tears flow out as you watched his life gradually leave his body. You couldn’t bring yourself to sleep, you stared at the stars with your body curled up next to Keegan’s corpse just hoping that you could be taken away soon enough to meet with Keegan once again.
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thatssonanii · 1 year ago
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Chapter Six
A/N: Happy gobble gobble day! Wanted to get this out before the day was over she here it is! Holiday time is super, super hectic for me. So Saturday uploads will be moved to some time during the week probably a Wednesday until Christmas but I'll let yall know for sure! Comment, reblog & share!
Warnings: Excuse any typos! 18+, Minors DNI! Cursing, Smut
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Chapter 5
On Hassan's last day, father and daughter spent time together until Zilla was done at the Performance Center. Even though she protested, Hassan bought things for the apartment,  whatever she looked at longer than ten seconds and whatever he thought Zilla would like. After doing some shopping in the mall, they went to the food court for lunch. 
"How's your food, Rye?"
"It's good, Daddy. Thank you for all the stuff even though I told you that you didn't have to." She laughed softly. 
He wiped his mouth then smiled at her. "You wasted your time, you knew I was gonna buy it anyway. I'm gonna miss you when I go back home, kiddo."
She pouted at his words. "I know, I'm gonna miss you too. At least we're closer now than when I was in Texas."
"And you better remember that. Don't let it be too long before I see your face," he said in a playful but serious tone. "Understand?"
"Of course. Do you know when Ma's gonna come?"
He ate a few more bites before responding. "The holidays are coming and you know how she is about holidays so if you don't go home, she's coming to you."
"Are you gonna come back when she comes?"
"Oh no ma'am," he laughed, "Absolutely not. They're are only two reasons to be in the same place as your mama. Christmas at my house and your wedding. And she's already said no to Christmas at my house this year."
Moriah pouted playfully as she watched her father laugh at her. She knew it was a long shot but she had to try. 
"But while it's just us, we do need to talk."
"You got a girlfriend?" She asked, squinting at him. "Cause if I don't meet her, she not your girlfriend."
Again, he laughed. 
"I don't. I wanted to talk about you and my son in law."
She put her fork down, focusing on him. 
"I know you haven't shared with him most of what transpired while he was away but you're gonna have to. I forewarned him, I didn't give him any specifics, I just told him that your mother did some things and that you were a minor."
Moriah played with her nails, her heart raced at the thought of having to tell Zilla any of it. 
"It's hard and some of it is gon be hard for him to hear but you gotta let him hear it. Okay?"
"Okay, Daddy."
"Good," he sighed, "Now about your mama."
Moriah scrunched her face up. "I'll make Zilla apologize to her."
"No," he said quickly as he laughed, "Do not do that. Don't."
"Don't? You sure?"
"Very, Rye. She doesn't and has never apologized to either one of you for what she's said it done. He was giving her a taste of her own medicine."
"So what do I do when she starts being all crabby?" Moriah asked, folding her arms on the table. 
He chuckled. "Ignore her. That's what I do. If she calls you and is complaining about it, just sit quietly and don't respond. She'll move on. And if she doesn't, interrupt her and tell her that you'll talk to her later then hang up."
"I … you," she paused to find her words, "You're telling me to hang on her? That lady is crazy."
Again he laughed, this time a little louder.
"She's not crazy, Rye. You're an adult. If someone is not treating you or someone you love in a way that feels good to you or them, remove yourself. Give them clear boundaries and stick to them."
"You're not the first person to say that to me."
"Then there must be some truth to it, kiddo," he told her softly. "I know she's your mom but that doesn't mean she gets a pass to disrespect you and who you decide to spend your life with. Don't let her drive a wedge between you and my son in law, that's her goal."
Moriah shrugged. 
"I figured she would just get over it and drop it eventually."
"Until she's honest with herself about what's really going on, that won't happen. So until she does, you need to draw and communicate clear boundaries."
"I will, I'm trying. Maybe if you and her get back together," Moriah was cut off by her father waving his hand to stop her.
"No ma'am, Moriah." He interjected. "No. I'm sorry that she's taking the divorce out on y'all and I'm trying to help y'all but no. What happened, happened and that's not changing. Your mama and me are not and will not ever get back together. You understand?"
"Yes, Daddy. I was just saying."
Hassan shook his head, "Don't just say it again."
"Sorry. Why did y'all get divorced in the first place?"
"Only your mama can give you the real answer to that but the papers she served me say irreconcilable differences."
“Do you miss her?”
He gave an exasperated sigh. “The answer won’t change anything that I just said, Rye. I know the little girl in you wishes that me and your mama would have stayed together or worked it out but that wasn’t the case.” He explained softly. “I love you and that’s what matters here.”
“Okay, Daddy. Thanks you for not treating Zilla any different or bad,”
He cracked a smile, “Wouldn’t dream of it. He’s been my son in law since before you two even realized you liked each other. I have no reason to treat him any different. You know that.”
As they were talking and eating, a woman approached their table with a nervous smile on her face. Moriah was the first to look up but the woman had no idea since she was staring a hole in the side of her father’s face. Gently, Moriah nudged her father’s leg under the table making him look at her then to the woman.
“Yes ma’am?” He drew out with a polite smile.
“I’m sorry, I don’t usually do this,” she started to explain, stopping when she realized Moriah was sitting there, “Oh goodness, I’m so sorry. Are you two together? I didn’t even realize.”
Hassan chuckled and shook his head. “We’re here together but this is my baby girl. We’re having a little quality time. What can we do for you though?”
“Not a damn thing,” Moriah mumbled under her breath, earning her a nudge from Hassan’s foot. 
“I didn’t mean to interrupt you and your daughter. I just couldn’t leave outta here without at least talking to you,” she smiled as she extended her hand to him, “I’m Tamera.”
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“Hassan,” he replied, shaking her hand briefly, “This is my daughter, Moriah.”
Both women waved politely at one another. Tamera turned her attention back to Hassan. 
“I don’t wanna take up too much of your time with her, so I’ll make it quick. I’m in town a few more days on business and I’d love to see you again.”
Moriah looked back and forth between the older adults curiously. The nervousness was now replaced with a more confident Tamera, and Moriah wasn’t sure why but it was kind of intriguing. And she was clearly holding most of Hassan’s attention.
“Well, I’m heading back to Georgia today. I was only here to see the kiddo.”
Tamera pulls a chair up from the next table and sits down, a wide smile on her face. "You're from Georgia? So am I. What part?"
An audible groan left Moriah watching the woman lean on the table, closer to her father. Hassan gave his daughter a brief, reassuring glance. 
"I'm in Atlanta. You?"
"The same," she laughed softly, "I'm not sure how we've never crossed paths but I'm glad we have now. So can I see you again?"
"I'll tell you what, leave your number and I'll give you a call so we can talk about it," he smiled, sliding his phone to her. 
After saving her number, Tamera shook their hands and left the table. Father and daughter sat in silence, Hassan finishing his food and Moriah stared at him. 
"Daddy."
"Yes, beautiful?"
"Don't 'beautiful' me. You know what I want."
"I don't," he laughed, "What you want, Rye?"
“Are you gonna call her when you get home?”
Shrugging, Hassan stood from his chair. He grabbed their trash, he was stalling for an answer. Although he could usually read his daughter like his favorite book, this was the one time he wasn’t entirely sure about her reaction. Moriah waited patiently for him to throw their trash out for her answer. The two locked eyes, Moriah raised her brows impatiently waiting on his answer.
“You got another store you wanna go to?” He asked gathering their bags.
“No. Now are you gonna call her or not, Daddy?”
“Do you want me to call her, Rye?”
“Oh no ya dont,” she laughed, walking alongside him, “I want a real answer. Are you gonna call that lady or what?”
Hassan glanced at her, a small smile on his face. “Let’s say I did. Would you be okay with that?”
“You’re so difficult,” she huffed playfully, “If you wanted to call her, I would be okay with that.”
“I learned from my kid. If I took her out, would that be okay?”
Hassan had dated after the divorce, two long term relationships but he always made sure Moriah’s feelings came before anything else. The longing and wishing that he would get back together with his ex-wife was still in his babygirl. It hurt him that her wish would be the one he would never be able to bring to fruition but he would grant any other wish for her without a second thought.
“Yeah … yeah I think that would be okay. Just be careful. Make sure she’s not crazy or anything.” Moriah demanded. “And don’t let her in your car on the first date, you meet her. Share your location with me the whole time.”
Hassan chuckled. “That’s what I said to you.”
“And now I’m saying it to you,” she laughed, “But seriously, go and have fun. You deserve it. Who knows you might get married again. I’m not opposed to being your flower girl and Zilla will be the ring bearer.”
Laughter bellowed from Hassan, he stopped to lean over and catch his breath while Moriah stared at him with a playful frown. 
“Now what is so funny?”
“Picturing the two of you doing that,” he spoke in between laughter, “Especially my son in law. But I know the two of you would do it for me happily.”
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“Fat!” Zilla yelled from the living room after checking his watch. “What you doin in there? Come on, girl!”
Scurrying out of their bedroom, Moriah put her earrings on going over to him. She stood between his legs, fixing the last earring while his hands rubbed up and down her bare legs. The red satin midi dress clung just the way he thought it would when he picked it out for her, seeing her in it brought a small grin to his face. 
“Isayah, you hear me,” she giggled. 
Pulling himself from his own self indulgent thoughts, Zilla moved his eyes from up her body to her face, the small smile still there. 
“Nah, my bad. What you say?”
“Boy,” she giggled, “I asked if these shoes were too much? Should I change them?”
He bit his lip as he checked the heels out. “Keep em on. I like em. Matter of fact, we can stay here and order something.”
Laughing, Moriah pulled her boyfriend up from the sofa and towards the door. 
“Nope, you said you were taking me out so we're going out.”
“Aight, baby but when we get home,” he paused to slap her ass, “You already know.”
The dimly lit, upscale restaurant provided the exact feel and environment that Zilla felt his girlfriend deserved. It had been too long since he had taken her out between her job and his being so demanding and tiring. 
Moriah's eyes danced around the decor of the restaurant, a slight look of awe.
“Baby, this is nice. Didn't think Orlando had anything like this.” She joked. 
He smiled, looking around. “Shit me neither but I'm glad they did.”
“Why's that?”
He reached across the table to hold her hand. “Cause I can't take my Fat just anywhere especially since it's been so long.”
“Awwwe, Isayah. That's sweet but I understand. Our jobs, especially yours, ask so much of us.”
“Yeah but we still gotta make time for each other and we gon do that. Aight?”
Moriah saluted him playfully with her free hand. 
“Sir yes sir.”
Playfully, he pushed her hand away laughing. “You so goofy, man. You gon be at my match right?”
“Oh I didn't tell you? Toni wouldn't let me off, I can't make it. I'm sorry, baby.”
He deflated a little bit but tried to keep a small smile on his face. “It's aight, Fat. I understand, it's gon be plenty other ones you can come to.”
“Awwee you sure you understand?”
“Of course.”
She grinned. “I'm just playing, baby. You know I wouldn't miss your TV debut. Toni knew I wasn't asking for the time off, I was telling her.”
“Man, don't play with me like that,” he laughed, “You was finna have me in that ED annoyin Toni till she let you off.”
“Well thankfully for her, you don't have to do that,” she laughed. 
Halfway through their meal, Moriah remembered a few things they needed to talk about. She thought about waiting until the end of their dinner but with what he had planned, she knew it would ruin the mood. 
“Last month I found out that Thomas works in the hospital on the pediatric floor,” she blurted out. 
Zilla's fork stopped halfway to his mouth, he looked over at his girlfriend confused.
“Who?”
“Thomas. My ex from college.”
Chuckling, Zilla continued to eat his food completely ignoring the conversation which worried Moriah. She let the silence go on for a few moments. 
“Aren't you gonna say anything?”
“As long as he not botherin you, talkin to you or none of that,  his ass can work there all he want,” Zilla explained in his regular tone. “Now if he is doin either of those, Ima handle it for you.”
“Babe, it's okay. He was bothering me but I handle it,” she smiled. “Proud of me.”
“I'm proud, Fat but you needa tell if he start back.”
“I will but he's harmless outside of him being full of himself.”
He shrugged. “Don't care. If he don't understand you tellin him to leave you alone then he ain't. I'm serious, Moriah.”
She pouted. “No, no, no. I'm Fat. Call me Fat.”
Zilla laughed, “Aight, Fat. Big ass baby yet you mean as shit.”
“I'm not mean to you though,” she laughed. 
His laugh got louder for a moment. “Like hell you ain't. You meaner to me than anybody else.”
“Anyway, I need you to be on your best behavior for Thanksgiving, Zilla.”
“Zilla's always on his best behavior.”
Moriah stared at him. 
“With my mom, boy. You know exactly what I'm talking about.”
He laughed softly. “I can't promise that. If she start with you or my mama, ima start with her.”
“Baby, you don't have to do that. I'm fine, I'll just ignore her.”
“It ain't fine and you don't need to ignore it, Rye.” He said as nicely as he could. “I know that's your mom but that shit ain't cool. And you can't keep lettin her say shit and treat you the way she do either. I don't like it and I know you don't either.”
Sighing, Moriah sat back in her seat in thought. Now everything that she had been told by friends, her dad and Leata were now coming out of her boyfriend. 
“Now I see how you felt when we were kids and everyone kept telling you to stop being bad.” She mumbled. 
“Yeah and I see how yall felt. But forreal, Fat, that shit ain't cool. That's gon cause a problem between us and ion want that.”
“I don't want that either. I've been working on boundaries that I can communicate to her.”
“That's my girl,” he praised, laughing at the smile that rose on her face. He took a long velour box from his pocket then slowly slid it to her across the table. “What you think about that?”
Looking between the box and him, Moriah opened the box and gasped. She picked the necklace up out of its box, her eyes and fingers roamed every inch of it. 
“Zay … wow. This is beautiful. Wow. Thank you, baby.” She smiled finally looking back at him. 
“I'm glad you like it. I ain't gon lie, I ain't know what the hell to get but that looked like you.” He explained softly. 
“I don't like it,” she corrected, “I love it. You did great.”
A blush rose to his cheeks as he got up to put it on for her “Preciate that.” He leaned down to kiss her before he went back to his seat. 
Moriah kept her hand on it and her smile still on her face as she watched him. She loved when he gave her gifts because he didn't do so arbitrarily. They always meant something. 
“This feels and looks pretty expensive guess I'm definitely giving you some tonight.” She joked. 
“Goofy,” he chuckled. “It's dumb and I don't know if you remember but nine years ago today we went out on what I consider our first date.”
A look of sadness quickly flashed across her face then happiness. She twisted her lips playfully. 
“I really did not think you would even remember that, Zay. Honestly.”
“I'm not surprised but I do. I remember everything about that night,” he smirked. 
“See … I should've known that's why you remembered it. Always nasty.”
He laughed as he reached for her hand. “I would've remembered whether or not we had sex that night, Fat. I ain't sure it as much as I should've but it did mean a lot to me.”
Moriah giggled softly. “Look at my man being a big ole softy. I love that for us.”
“Yeah aight. Shawn and Hunter expecting big numbers for the night I debut. Shit make me kinda nervous.”
“Don't let it,” she answered going back to her food. “That means they know what kind of star power comes along with my Zilla.”
“It's crazy that a bunch of people gon stop what they doin to watch me wrestle.”
“Why is it crazy, Zay?”
He shrugged. “Cause I'm just me.”
Moriah raised a brow. “What I tell you about that? You're not just Zilla, you are Zilla. You are Isayah Fatu. You are Leata and Eddie's baby boy. You are somebody. All those people know it so you better know it too.”
The couple stared at each other in silence, Moriah's brow still raised as Zilla's lips curled up into a smile. She understood what he wasn't saying and his feelings, he loved and hated it at the same time. But she respected him enough to not bring it all out at one time. She'd dance around it until she had enough. 
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"Come ‘ere.." Zilla said, his voice now with a hint of lust in it.
She took a few steps closer before he pulled her the rest of the and embraced her in a hug. Their bodies pressed together as he pulled her even closer and kissed deeply. Zilla was gentle, yet passionate. His hands cupped her ass as he squeezed and pulled her in against him. Moriah on her tippy-toes in the middle of their living room while she let out a throaty moan. Their tongues danced and explored each other's mouths, both savoring the moment together.
Zilla broke the kiss for a moment, to check if Moriah was okay. But when he saw her smiling in return, he went right back into another deep kiss, more intense than their last. Moriah couldn't help herself, she always loved how aggressive he could be and it excited him to know that she liked it. She moved her hands down his chest to the front of his slacks until she felt something hard pressing against her palm Moriah smiled into the kiss, keeping her hand right where it was. After several minutes of making out, he pulled away from her slightly to lay his eyes on her again making her whimper softly at the loss of contact. 
Zilla looked deeply into her eyes and spoke in a low tone. “Ion think you know how beautiful you are, Fat. Do you?”
She smiled shyly at him, her hand still in its spot. “You tell me all the time, Zay.”
Grabbing for her hand, he held it gently, his masculine fingers intertwined with her softer ones, then led her into their shared bedroom. They stood close together near the foot of their bed, facing each other. Moriah found herself moaning softly under his watchful gaze. She was trembling with desire. All she wanted was to feel his touch more. 
Zilla cupped her cheek softly as he brushed his lips against hers for a slow, sensual kiss. It was like an electric shock running through their bodies. It sent shivers down Moriah's spine, it made Zilla's heart skip a beat. She trembled and whined as he gently explored her mouth with his tongue. But then he stopped as quickly as he had started. 
“What's wrong?” She asked, meeting his stare. 
Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it away, his tank top wasn't too far behind. His eyes never left hers.
“Get on them knees for me, Fat. Open that pretty ass mouth.”
It wasn't a request, it was an order and she was more than happy to oblige. Moriah whimpered softly in agreement as she lowered herself onto her knees before her man. His commanding presence was one of her favorite things about him. His tone was soothing, yet assertive, and she could never refuse.
Zilla unbuckled his slacks then pulled down the zipper revealing the bulge that Moriah seemed to never get enough of. She bit her lip gently as she watched him free his dick. It was big - above average-sized, and definitely thick, and it looked delicious to her somehow. Her panties were already damp at this point, and she longed for the sensation of his dick inside her mouth. She loved how dominant he was, and the way he seemed so sure of himself, and it seemed at times he could read her thoughts without saying a word.
"Say aah, baby," he ordered then smiled down at her with his eyes full of adoration and lust. 
Moriah stared up at him, a small smile on her face. He looked down at her expectantly. Slowly, she opened her mouth for him, sticking her tongue out then echoed the sound he wanted. She reached forward and took a hold of him then  wrapped her lips around the head, sucking gently. Zilla gasped softly in surprise at her eagerness.
"Good girl. That's my girl. You look so beautiful down there, Fat." he encouraged softly. "So beautiful. Fuck.”
Moriah moaned softly, feeling her mouth fill up with his dick. Her head felt dizzy with lust as she ran her tongue all over him. His taste was intoxicating and she just wanted more. But she also loved how he praised her, and being called a good girl did something to her. All of her desire felt ignited at once for her man. She felt him place one of his hands on the back of her head, but he just kept it there, and didn't force her to take him deeper inside. She loved how he was taking charge, but that he was also respectful. Reaching her hand underneath him, she gently cupped his balls, rolling them around in the palm of her hand, careful not to hurt him. She slowly moved her lips further along his shaft, taking his cock in deeper. Her gags echoed around the room but Zilla knew her well enough to know, she made the sound for him. It brought a smile to his face. 
He chuckled softly as their eyes met. “Lift your dress up and get her ready for me, Fat.”
Moriah moaned around him in response as she did what he asked of her. He groaned softly watching her bring her hand from between her legs and spread her wetness along his shaft. Subconsciously, she wondered what else he had in mind for them while her fingers rubbed her engorged clit in a quick but gentle rhythm. His dick twitched against her tongue, and he began to rock his hips ever so slightly. He was almost fucking her face, but he kept it slow and didn't go deep. After a few moments, he pulled himself from her mouth, his hand still cradling her head, then rubbed it all over her face first, across her lips and nose, as if he wanted to paint her with his masculine scent. She closed her eyes and moaned at how nasty this all was, while she continued rubbing herself in a steady rhythm, already feeling herself on the edge of an orgasm.
He brushed his thumb over Moriah's lips gently, parting them ever so slightly. 
"Suck it," he purred softly as he placed the tip of his dick upon her waiting tongue. 
Her mouth filled up once more with his thick shaft. She sucked on him eagerly, enjoying every bit of him inside her mouth. Her hand kept its steady motion against her own pussy, her fingertips brushing over her sensitive clit with each passing stroke, and she was dizzy from it all. She was moaning repeatedly now, and Zilla could tell she was getting close to a climax. 
"Stop touchin’ my pussy," he demanded, right as she was about to cross the threshold. 
His words were firm, but not threatening. Moriah whined and pulled her hand back out from between her legs eager to fulfill his command.
“Good girl.”
It took some time, but eventually, Zilla could no longer hold back the rising tide inside him. With his hand on her head once more, he made sure she couldn't escape and with her tongue twirling around him, Moriah was rewarded with thick streams of cum flowing into her mouth. Moriah's whole world seemed to revolve around his throbbing member at that moment. Tasting the salty sweetness of his seed while it filled her up, moaning in pure delight. She wanted to savor every last drop of his warm essence as it flowed into her. He watched her intently after slipping his dick from her mouth. 
“Show me, baby.”
Giddily, Moriah opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. “Aaaah.”
Zilla pulled her up from the floor and kissed her hard. He turned them so she was facing the bed then pulled the straps off her dress down her arms until it pooled at her feet leaving her naked in front of him. Pulling away briefly, Zilla kicked his loafers off then took off his pants and briefs. 
“That dress looks much better on the floor,” he joked, making her laugh softly. 
Once he got her situated on the bed, he kissed her again as he ripped her panties away from her body, making her pull away and gasp. He pecked her lips one more time then moved to the foot of the bed. Gently he ran  his fingers down her slit paying excess attention to her clit, making gasp again. He kissed up her legs to the inside of her thighs, planting a kiss on each side as he worked his way towards her center.
Reaching her pussy, he placed a kiss directly on her lips causing her to arch her back. Parting her lips with his fingers, Zilla began his assault on her clit with his tongue. He sucked and swirled his tongue around it as she writhed in pleasure under him. He looked up at her as he eased two fingers inside of her still playing with her clit and fingering her to see her playing with her breasts, squeezing them together and pinching her nipples. Her eyes are closed and he knows she's biting her lip to keep from crying out. Knowing she was getting close, Zilla took his fingers away and kissed back up her body ignoring her whine.
“I hear you, Fat. Ima give you what you want, I got you.”
He moved his hand slowly up to find her breasts. Squeezing each firmly and traced her nipples with his tongue. Sensing her excitement and playing into his own, he took her right breast and placed it into his warm mouth making her moan his name softly. After trying to rub herself against him unsuccessfully, Moriah attempted to roll them over which he obliged. His half hooded eyes stared up at her while his hands gripped her hips.
Moriah reached between them, grabbing him and gently rubbed the tip of his dick back and forth on her clit. After a few more back and forth movements, she wanted more and aligned herself with him. She pushed herself down hard and quickly. The couple sighed together and his grip on her hips became tighter. She rode him quick and hard. All the while he touched her breasts, licked her fingers, and occasionally smacked her ass. All she could do was give into her body and continue with the pattern she had set for herself.
She moaned his name loudly and he could feel her tighten around him. A knot started to form in her lower abdomen and she moved a little more slowly.
“Come on, baby. You can do it,” he groaned, reaching up to wrap his hand around her throat. 
She shook her head, whining softly still moving. “I can't, Zay.”
He squeezed a little as he drove his hips up into her. “You can do it. Give it to me.”
Despite shaking her head and whining her disagreement, Moriah's speed picked back up meeting her boyfriend's thrusts until she started to come. Zilla moved his other hand from her hip and rubbed her clit.
“There you go. Look at you makin a mess all over me,” he praised softly. “That's my Fat.”
Once he was sure she had come down, he helped her out of his lap then flipped them over. Moriah instinctively got on all fours, arching her back as far as it would go earning an appreciative smack from her boyfriend. Gently, he pushed into her until he bottomed out then pulled out repeating the pfour, a few times until she sternly called his name. 
“What's up, baby?”
“You know what I want,” she pouted.
Quickly he slammed all the way into her groaning feeling his balls slap against her clit and making her yell out. 
“That's what you want?”
“Fuck! Yes, Zay.”
He thrust hard into her a few times. “Who's Zilla's good girl?”
“I am,” she yelled proudly, pushing her hips back to meet his. 
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With the trip 24 hours away, Hassan knew he needed to call his ex wife to try and give her some sort of standard to take to Florida with her. She had yet to pick the phone up and he could already feel the headache coming on.
“You calling me first? Hell must've froze over,” she laughed. “How are you, Hassan?”
“And you asking me how I'm doing? Pigs must be flying. I'm well, Didi. How are you?”
There was a bit of rustling on her end before she answered. 
“I'm well also. Excited to see my baby for the holiday. It's a shame you can't come.”
“Me and her just saw each other so we're fine. We had a good time together while I was there.”
Nadine has to keep her jealousy at bay. “Oh did you? You probably spoiled her as usual.”
“I did and I also respected her and her relationship,” he added.”Something you need to do when you go there, Didi.”
She scoffed. “If that's what you called for then you wasted your time.”
“I didn't waste anything because you're gonna listen to me. I'm tired of the way you treat her and my son in law.” Hassan paused to chuckle when he heard her huff. “You need to get it through your lil stubborn brain that they're gonna be together for a long ass time and they love each other.”
“They're only 24, things can change, Hassan. And he is not our son in law.”
“He is our son in law and you better stay acting like it or you're gonna be the one missing out on holidays and special occasions.”
“Anyway,” she huffed, “Tell your parents and that sister of yours I said hello when you visit for the holidays. I need to finish packing.”
“Alright, you remember what happened last time you referred to Gabi that way. You heard what I said, Nadine. Don't go down there with that bullshit.”
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Issues with their flight kept them from arriving until the morning of Zilla's debut. They decided to keep it a secret from him since he was going to be at the center all day. 
“Coming! Coming!” Moriah called out as she went to the door without checking her ring app. She squealed when she opened the door. “Mama! Naio!”
“Babygirl!” Leata squealed, pulling her into a tight hug. “My baby, I missed you!”
“I missed you too, Mama! And you bought Naio, Zay's gonna be so happy!”
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Naio mimicked them then pushed them out the way playful to walk into the apartment. The women pushed him back and Leata walked in closing the door behind them. 
“Where's my mom?” 
“She said she was tired from the flight so she stayed at the hotel.”
Naoi plopped down on the sofa, moving around to get comfortable.
“Damn, lil bruh was right.”
Leata and Moriah stared at him. 
“About the sofa,” he laughed, still moving around, “It's comfy and it don't move and I'm tryna move it. I see why he like it.”
Moriah covered her face laughing. “I can't believe he told you too.”
“Well believe it. Ima need one of these.”
While they were catching up with each other, Nadine was doing some catching up of her own. She paced around the living room of her suite.
“I've been trying to get her to at least have a conversation with me but she's still not going for it.” Thomas sighed
“Hmm … do you think she's scared? Maybe he's abusing her. Do you think?” Nadine rambled still pacing.
“No, neither. I think she just really means it.”
“Absolutely not. She can't.”
“Ms. Nadine, as much as I want her back I don't think I have a chance.”
She stopped pacing to stare at him. “That's not a choice. You will get her back. She can't stay with him. I've worked too hard to keep him away from her.”
“Can I ask why?”
“That's not the point and none of your concern. What you need to be concerned with is getting my daughter back,” she paused for a moment, “I'll figure it out and let you know.”
Later that night, Moriah, Leata, Naio and Nadine were sitting ringside waiting for Zilla's match to start. His music hit moments later, the performance center lit up with cheers for him. As he stood on the ring post to posture for the crowd, he laid eyes on his girlfriend then her mother and his family. He had to fight the smile off of his face. 
After the show the family met Zilla backstage where he was talking to Shawn and Hunter. Naoi snuck up behind his brother and squeezed his shoulders prompting Zilla to hug him. While they were hugging, Leata, Nadine and Moriah stood back to watch. 
“That's a nice necklace, Moriah.” Nadine said softly
She touched it, smiling. “Thank you. Zilla got it for me.”
“Oh did he? It almost looks like a David Yurman.”
Leata chuckled under her breath, choosing not to say anything. 
“That's because it is, Mama.”
“You just believe anything. Where did I go wrong? I taught you better than that.” She sighed. 
Moriah played with her necklace. “You're so right, Mama. I do believe everything, like I believed you when you said you wouldn't try to ruin this night.”
With that, Moriah left the older women to go jump on her boyfriend to congratulate him. Nadine watched with a scowl on her face. 
“If you were gonna act this way then you should've stayed at the hotel, Nadine.”
“You wouldn't understand but I want the best for my child.”
“Oh really?” Leata asked with a hint of laughter. “I actually do understand wanting the best for my children and because I do, when we leave here I'll drop you off at the hotel so you don't ruin the rest of their night. You need to get yourself together before you have more grandkids that you'll never meet.”
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all i know | shuri udaku.
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starboy set : chapter sixteen
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pairing — tutor player!shuri x partygirl!y/n
trope — friends 2 lovers
inspo — all i know by the weeknd
warnings — reader is a vivacious party girl but shuri makes her shy, flirty!reader, mentions of alcohol, wakandan technology, cocky!shuri, confident!shuri, reader is wary of shur’s advances bc of her track record (she’s been heartbroken before yall be nice), lots of eye-rolling,  fingering (reader receiving), possessive!shuri but in a subtle ‘show u off’ way, confident!reader, sub!reader, soft dom!shuri, handsy!shuri, dirty talk like.. i was blushing, semi-mean!shuri, again love, tribbing, kissing, lots of neck action from shuri, noisy!reader, panther!shuri, silent confessions, riri n monet r dating, and reader cries (lol she lowkey always does).
a/n — girl i went through the five stages of grief writing this shit, not even bc of the work, but bc of my fucking eighth house (why do that shit always gotta try be my downfall???) so my bad if it's not up to my usual standard, anyway heres the second installment hehe ! <3
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the reasons i can't have you, are so easy to fix, i didn't really plan to, but i’mma do it for this.
the symbols on the page are blurring into one as you try to actively recall what you had just learned, your eyes squinting as you bring your hands up in front of your face, flexing and relaxing them before you as if you could snatch the answer from the air. the word is on the tip of your tongue, and regardless of how patient the girl next to you seemed, your leg began to bounce rapidly, the anxiety pushing the term to slip further and further away from you.
you jump when her warm palm lands on your bouncing muscle, stilling the movement before sliding up the pleated material of your loose lounge pants, squeezing lightly, just as equally soft and warm words are being muttered to you, “calm down, y/n/n, you got it, love.”
“anisotropic?”
your voice is hesitant and soft as you chance her an unsure glance, sitting up straighter when she throws you a proud smile, and her hand lifts from your thigh to offer you a high five. the gesture makes you feel silly as you return it but the heat in your cheeks is a prime indicator of how much you enjoy the act.
“smart girl.”
her voice is low and fond as she catches your eyes in her intense gaze, your mouth parting ever so slightly when you hear the conviction in her words, the heat in your body yearning for more, more of her praise. you snap out of your reverie when you see her pretty lips twitch into a smirk, her face seemingly closer than before, so close that it forces you to clear your throat and snap your attention to your belongings, quickly gathering your textbooks as you register the time.
shuri let’s out a faint chuckle at your flustered appearance, leaning back in her chair as she watches you grab your cute shoulder bag, your scent trail wafting into her senses as you rush to stand, the divine smell making her sink her teeth into her bottom lip as she slides her eyes up your figure, her heady gaze meeting yours; watching her shamelessly trail her eyes over you.
the hesitation in taking your leave causes shuri’s smirk to widen; standing to her feet, she steps towards you, and then her hands reach for your own to gently pull you towards her, guiding your arms around her neck as she drops her face against your neck. she lets out a relaxed exhale as she slowly slides her arms around your bare waist, feeling you jump at the purposeful touch before her wandering hands settle dangerously low on your back.
“such a smart girl, huh baby? did so well for me today.”
the words evoke a filthy lick of heat between your legs, and it’s followed by a flash of shame that just serves to make you burn up even more, and your hands flex against her neck as you roll your lips to stifle an embarrassing noise. shuri skims her nose lightly down the side of your neck, waking goosebumps in her journey, inhaling deeply before she pulls away to look into your eyes, her mouth dropping into a lazy grin as she speaks, “you always smell so good.”
the compliment always makes you bashful, so you clear your throat and avert your gaze on an embarrassed giggle that comes out breathier than you would like, your eyes rolling playfully as you step away from her, gaining some of your confidence back now that you’re out of her reach.
“you tell that to all your pretty girls?”
the words are said lightly, and you internally applaud yourself for not allowing the bitter jealousy to seep into your playful jab. shuri rolls her eyes back at you, her signature smirk placing itself back on those insufferably pretty lips when she shakes her head at you, but her gaze remains dark, a contemplative look ghosting through before it’s washed away by the prior intensity.
“you coming to my party tomorrow night, love?” she’s pulling on her bottom lip as she pins you with her gaze, regarding you with unadulterated heat that forces you to look away, choosing to needlessly smooth down your outfit as you speak, “i don’t know, shuri. i’ll have to see if monet is coming.”
the response makes shuri snort before she’s muttering a slick comment about finding it hard to believe that ‘superstar stunner y/n is passing up an opportunity to get turnt’. the words make you giggle as you roll your eyes, starting to walk away from the captivating girl as you melodically sing the words out.
“goodbye shuri udaku.”
there are dopey smiles on both your faces when you spin on your heel to walk out of the library, the girl’s eyes never leaving your figure and she shakes her head fondly when you’re out of her sight. the smile on her lips quickly morphs into one of reflection, her head dropping to her belongings resting on the desk as she allows her thoughts to roam; bast, she wanted you and seriously, but she also understands that you’re wary because of the stigma surrounding her especially given how much you’ve been hurt in the past.
she sighs softly as she gathers her stuff before feeling the vibration of the device, she obtained purely to communicate with the people who weren’t of her nation, more specifically you (and her close friend riri; seeing how those were about the only two contacts she had saved). she heavily throws her bag over her shoulder, the kimoyo beads rattling around her wrist as she digs into her pocket to lift the screen into her view, her light scoff flowing into a fond chuckle as she reads the text, the smile on her lips blinding to her admirers.
‘i’ll be there.’
you shut your laptop with a deep exhale of exhaustion, rolling your shoulders as you quickly pack it up when you spot monet happily strutting towards you. the smile that graces your lips is soft but relieved as you stand to hug her before turning to lift your bag onto your shoulder.
“hey, babe, was starting to think that art professor of yours held you captive, again, before i clocked you strutting your shit.”
your best friend laughs and rolls her eyes, shifting the roll of paper under her arm so she can lightly push on your shoulder with a giggle, muttering about how you ‘need to drop that modeling shit.’ the soft smile on her face makes you smile too, your mouth parting to retort but quickly shutting again when hands place themselves on your shoulders, squeezing before sliding down your arms to wrap around your waist.
the action makes you jump before you relax when the familiar head of curls drops against your shoulder, her warm lips brushing against your skin as she hums into your skin, and your ring-clad fingers are instinctually curling around her wrists, her hands pressing against your stomach to pull you against her front. she holds your there firmly for a second before her words are wafting around you, brushing past your heated skin, and breaking the comfortable atmosphere.
“mm, baby, hey.”
her voice is raspy, sounding like she just woke up and although it sends warmth through your figure, it also worries you enough to gently squeeze her wrists and turn in her grip, adjusting your bag on your shoulder when her head lifts off it to meet your eyes. your mouth pouts slightly when you see the bags under her deep brown eyes, you lift your hands to her face and place them gently on her cheeks, your thumb stroking the soft skin under her eyes, “have you been sleeping okay, babe?”
the tenderness in your voice makes shuri’s eyes flutter, a deep wave of satisfaction washing over her senses, making her tense shoulders relax as she allows herself to soften in your hold. the hum she lets out in response to your question is low and drawn out, and her hands flex on your waist as she kneads the warm skin to ground herself.
“yeah, just needed some grounding, love, already feeling better.”
her words make your jaw drop slightly, your thumbs stilling but before you can move your hands, she’s lifting one of her own to gently hold your wrist, pulling her face back from you as she slowly turns her head to plant a lingering peck on the palm of your hand and it makes your breath hitch. a smirk creeps onto her mouth as she steps back from you, your hands flinching back to your sides as if they just got burnt, and you’re clearing your throat as you push the words from your throat.
“i’m glad you’re feeling better… you shouldn’t- shouldn’t work yourself so hard.”
you try to sound nonchalant, but the scolding comes out too sincere, too loving, and it makes you quickly spin around to interlock arms with monet, ignoring the wandering gazes around you, including the dark gaze that’s burning into your skin. you hear shuri throw your friend a delighted greeting, the girl on your arm throwing back an equally amused one as you pull her away with you.
and there’s several beats of silence as you make your way to monet’s off campus apartment.
“girl.”
her voice is drawn out and she’s bursting out a laugh as you viciously cut her off, voice undeniably flustered, squeezing her arm with yours in a playful jest.
“shut the fuck up, monet.”
“hello, y/n/n, nigga we’re here.”
monet’s voice breaks through your memory, your eyes snapping to see that you’ve pulled up to shuri’s building, and a sheepish smile takes over your face when you realise you were zoned out the whole drive. the thud of your heels echoes through the covered parking, monet walking beside you as you two laugh and let the warmth of the pre-shots you took flow through your bodies, dealing with reception before heading to the lobby.
when the elevator closes, you’re pressing the button to the penthouse, just as shuri had let you know to do, quickly punching in the four-digit code that she was sure to change after tonight. the ping of the door makes you sigh in relief, having never done well in elevators, evident in the vertigo that overtakes your body, not at all assisted by the deafening bass reverberating through the huge room you’ve stepped into.
you blink, the vibrations of music calling forward the altar of yourself that earned you the nickname shuri had called you earlier, your intense love for music already tempting the comfortable movement of your limbs as you make your way through the crowd, throwing several greetings back at familiar and unfamiliar faces.
a cheeky smile graces your lips when monet drops your hand upon arriving at the bar, her arms throwing themselves around the shorter girl’s, one that you’re quite familiar with, shoulders. when they pull apart, riri is playfully shoving your arm, “no greeting? you finally letting that popularity shit get to your head?”
the roll of your eyes is quick, a sarcastic laugh falling from your lips when you step forward to hug her, dropping firm thuds on her upper back before pulling away, a laugh escaping you and monet when you see her cough dramatically at your aggressiveness, “damn, y/n/n, bae, i was just playing. ma, you seeing this?”
monet rolls her eyes at the question before dropping a kiss on the pouting girl’s cheek, turning to order a drink at the bar, making you hum when she orders your favourite too. you take to skimming your eyes over the crowd as you wait, a smile pulling at your lips when you observe how much fun everyone seems to be having, an itch presenting itself beneath your skin, one that urges you to join them.
before you can doubt yourself, your legs are moving, unconsciously finding your way to the centre as you dance with people along the way, still throwing flirty smiles and fleeting touches even when you don’t allow yourself to stay in one place for too long. your body is moving sensually to the track pounding through the open space, but you’re languidly bringing yourself to pause when you make eye contact with a girl, long locs draping down her back, as she prompts you to match her energy.
a smirk crosses your lips, turning your body to face her when you relay the suggestive lyrics back to her, seeing a challenge in them that makes you reckless, and stepping into her space, you let the beat guide your hips seductively. you're dropping your manicured hand to her waist to guide her to lower with you, her hand placing itself on your shoulder to steady herself as your glossy lips wrap teasingly around the words when you level her gaze.
“pussy so good had to save that shit for later.” your smirk widens as the pretty girl before you, averts her gaze, her hand tightening its grip on your bare shoulder as you continue to teasingly mouth the explicit lyrics to her, gazing deeply at her, like they were written for her by you. your nails lightly dig into her waist to bring her eyes back to yours, head tilting teasingly as you raise your eyebrow; you wanted this.
“i’m tryna make these bitches wet, i’m tryna keep that pussy wet. i’m tryna fuck her and her friends.”
the people around you whistle obnoxiously, hollering at the erotic sight as both your bent knees lower to the ground before falling between the others as you taunt the crowd with a show. the flashing lights are blinding when you throw your head back to bask in the attention before you’re letting out a giggle as the track fades into another.
using the fading melody, you guide her to rise, still whining, as you bring your lips to her ear, gently squeezing her skin as you note how sweet she smells, like roses. when you speak the words to ease her clear timidness, your voice is low, playful, and seductive, letting her know you were teasing her.
“relax, pretty girl, i had fun; you’re a natural.”
when you pull away from the girl and see her bashful smile, her shyness washing away as she offers you a word of gratitude, you can't help but smile back, turning to make your way back to the bar for your drink, shooting her a sultry wink over your shoulder. your eyes passing over faces as you walk, laughing off the compliments on your way there, hoping to catch the gaze of the girl you have yet to see tonight, defeatedly stepping in front of the counter when you don’t see her anywhere.
you sigh as you place your hands on the cold marble, riri and monet nowhere to be seen as well, you roll your eyes just as a shadow looms over you from behind the bar, your lips parting to kindly relay your usual order but you’re quickly shut up when a familiar tattooed hand slides the dark pink drink into your view.
“strawberry daiquiri; frozen, made with extra strawberries and white rum, right?”
your head snaps up so quickly that the room spins for a second, the ginger curls messily falling in front of your face as you trail your eyes past her pretty lips and connect with the deep brown eyes you’ve been aching to see all night. your lips part when you register that she’s the bartender tonight, wracking your memory for images of her; was she here when you came to greet riri?
“missed me so much that you forgot how to talk to me, princess?”
you pull yourself out of your daze and send her a dirty look at the snarky remark as you reach for the drink, her elbows on the counter as she watches you wrap your lips around the straw, gaze darkening as she watches you take a sip. your eyes light up in delight as you look down at the glass, your eyes snapping to hers in shock, “shuri, that’s so fucking good, what the fuck, since when can you mix?”
the praise and absolute delight coating your words, makes the girl’s ego skyrocket, her eyes squinting in fake concentration as she slides her tongue over her lips before speaking, her fingers pulling at her smirk when she speaks lowly in response, “i dabble, baby, if you had come to my parties before, you would know that.”
your eyes roll, lifting the drink so you can run your gaze over the crowd moving within the sunken living area to avoid her eyes, her dark gaze on you made the heat rise unbearably within you, licking at the pit of your stomach. your eyes widen slightly when you realise you have a perfect view of where you were previously dancing.
the elevated platform would mean that she’d seen you, seen you drop low with that girl with your hands on her heated skin, your eyes squeeze shut in embarrassment, and you jump when she wraps a warm arm around your waist.
“almost broke that pretty girl giving everyone a show, baby.”
she murmurs the words into your ear, squeezing your waist as she skims her lips across your heated skin, and you tighten your hold on the glass of your drink as you feel the heat emanating from her body. she lets the amusement continue to flow through the crevices of her sentences, as she coos at you, “i know my pretty girl thrives on attention, you just wanted to give them a show to remember, hm?”
she’s sliding her warm palm up and down the bare skin of your waist before kneading the softness, her words making your breath hitch and you feel your panties soak even more at her raspy voice. she hums before darting her tongue out to swipe against the pulse in your neck, closing her lips around the tendon before pulling away to reward the irritated skin with a chaste peck, her next words delightfully shocking you.
“gifting everyone here a dirty little visual for when they have to imagine you late at night to get off because you and i, both know that they know, that it’s the closest they’ll ever get to having a taste of you. right, s’thandwa sam’?"
the gasp you let out is uncontrolled, your chest rising as you breathe deeply, and your thighs are clenching tightly as if the flood of wetness that soaks your panties was actively sliding down your legs for everyone to see. your free hand shoots out to grab shuri’s vacant arm, her arm that was around your waist raising to grab your drink to place it behind the bar counter before sliding to your hip to pull your back against her front and you find your hips subtly pushing back into her as she grunts.
“are you finally going to let me have you, pretty girl?”
you don’t even feel yourself finish your nod before shuri is grabbing your hand and pulling you toward what you guess is her bedroom, walking to the opposite side of her huge apartment and leading you to stairs that are not directly visible from the main party area.
when she interlaces your fingers at the landing of the ambiently lit stairs, you finally get the chance to look at her and your throat dries when you trail your eyes over her outfit, finally getting to see her in all her glory now that she’s not bent over the counter, eyes blinking dumbly when they linger on her exposed stomach, just to widen at the glint of jewellery sitting pretty in her belly button.
your mouth parts when you hear her chuckle, her hand firmly pulling on yours to guide you up the stairs and you let her, too dazed to register anything beyond your sheer desperation, and when you reach the top, she leads you through a short foyer and passed the only two doors you can see, instead bringing you to a black wall that gives the illusion of being right at the edge of her living space.
when she lifts her hand to the seamless wall, your confusion warps into unfiltered fascination as she waves her hand in a small arch motion over what you register as an engraved panther paw, only visible now at the short distance you stand from it. the mark glows a soft purple before shooting a sleek line of purple light in the shape of a door along the still seamless wall.
the paw morphs into a sand-like material, as it enlarges to about human size; shuri inhales before placing her palm against the ‘animal’s’, like it was a mirror of herself. you don’t allow yourself to blink when the sand shifts back into the wall before the same spot shifts to form a handle, making you gasp, as shuri uses it to push the glowing purple outline open.
the door snaps shut behind you, clicking as it shuts, becoming as seamless as it was before and your jaw drops as you take in the design of her room, the architect in you absolutely losing her mind at the sheer beauty of the room. you drop her hand as you admire the space, and shuri is merely watching you fondly as you take in the space, the sacred dwelling she’s only ever allowed you to enter.
you tense when you feel her hands slide up your waist, dropping one to slide her palm against your tense stomach as the other rises to flick your hair over your shoulder, bringing her lips to lay an open-mouthed kiss on the underside of your jaw, a shiver wrecks your body at the low tone of her voice, “relax for me, my love.”
the clench of your legs at the term of endearment is instant, your knees sliding together when her blunt nails scratch against the softness of your stomach, her hands sliding down to your hips briefly playing with the gems on your hips before gliding across your stomach to run along the hem of your pants.
your head lulls back onto her shoulder as you shut your eyes to avoid the erotic sight of her hands on you, she lets out a brief chuckle as you whine, pressing back into her despite your next words, “shuri, we can’t…”
your hands flex at your sides, aching to reach out for her when her breath brushes the skin of your exposed neck as she speaks, “shh, s’thandwa, just wanna feel my pretty girl.” you whine at her words, nodding several times but she simply pauses. “i’m not going to touch you unless you talk to me, sweet girl.”
“please, please touch me, shuri.”
she grunts at the desperation in your voice, lightly skimming your skin once more before she’s slipping her hand beneath the hem of your pants and brushing past the pool in your panties, letting out a groan at the wetness and warmth radiating from between your legs. her free arm slips around your waist to hold your hips against her when you buck into her hands at her touch, a moan slipping past your parted lips.
shuri’s fingers glide along your slit, pressing against your clit as she sinks her teeth into your pulse point, the actions making you moan loudly as your stomach tightens, her lithe fingers circle your bud, and the breathy sounds you’re letting out are affecting her more than she thought they would, her fingers increasing their pace as she breathes you in.
“want to feel you, shuri, please, please.”
the words are pleaded to the taller girl, your hand coming to grasp her wrist as her fingers slide down to circle your entrance, the soft silk of your panties slightly presses into your opening making you squeeze your thighs shut at the overwhelming touch, a sharp gasp cutting through the heated atmosphere.
the girl behind you hums before brushing past the hem of your underwear letting out a breathy sigh at the bare warmth of your pulsing pussy, her fingers slide down to circle your clenching entrance before slipping into you, and the intrusion provokes a gasp from you, your head shooting up as you tense around her.
“bast, baby, dreamt about this perfect pussy.”
her words are rough, straining in her throat as she drags her finger through your soft walls, sucking an array of marks onto the arch of your neck, digging her teeth into your skin as she claims you, claims her pretty girl. the sounds spill from you heavily, the fog in your mind increasing as you force your gaze to look at her shifting hand beneath your pants, your legs clench tightly as your free hand shoots out to grab her free wrist.
and shuri breathes a chuckle into your ear, lifting her head from your neck, before she’s bringing her other hand to slip into your pants as well, the digits circling your neglected clit as she plants a kiss against your temple at the way you cry out, her lips meaning to soothe you.
“are you going to come for me, love?”
you can’t respond verbally, your hips canting against her merciless hands as you near your sweet release, your mouth dropped open in bliss as dirty cries escape you, your eyes shutting tightly when she speaks to you.
“come on, s’thandwa, tell me how much you love feeling me on you.”
“love it, love it so much, i’m gonna come, please, please shuri.”
the words make shuri ache, the purr in her chest rumbling salaciously as she watches you fall apart for her so prettily, your hips frantically chasing your release, and she digs her teeth into her lip when she feels the heat between her legs pulse when your pussy clenches violently around her fingers, the sticky wetness pooling from your warm cavern as she drags out your orgasm, humming in satisfaction.
“my good girl, coming so pretty for me.”
the praise makes your head hazy, a whimper spilling from your lips when her fingers slide out of you, her soft lips pressing against your temple as she guides you to her bed, and she's fixing her eyes on you when the back of your knees hit her mattress. her hands lift to your lips, and you don’t even have to be told to part your lips, moaning at the dirty act of cleaning her off, your lashes fluttering at the grunt shuri lets out at the sight.
“messy baby.”
her words are fond as she pulls her fingers from your mouth with a wet pop, gently guiding you to lay on her bed as she wraps her arm under your lower back, shifting you higher on her bed before leaning to your face to skim her lips against your cheekbone. your hands dig into her shoulders as you scrape your nails under the tiny top she has on, your nails sliding down to lightly scratch against her nipples.
the sound she lets out has your legs clenching around her waist, the breathy moan on repeat in your cloudy mind and it causes another pool in your panties. shuri pulls away from you before you can touch her again, sliding off your heels, pants, and underwear; your knees bending to maintain your modesty when you catch her eyes gazing at the clenching of your bare, aching, and soaking wet cunt.
she licks her lips before she’s lifting to your face, breathing your air as she skims her lips across yours, pausing and you know she wants you to take it, so you lift slightly to press your lips against hers, whimpering into the plush of her mouth as she groans, sliding passionately against you. her hands curl around your thighs to spread you open for her, humming out praises as you let her, feeling yourself slip into the blanket of security she wraps you in.
“wanna feel you on me, s'thandwa, can i?”
her words are whispered into your heaving mouth, her hands tightening their hold on your thighs when the thought makes you clench and buck against her, your throat forcing the words out, breathing the pleads into her lips and she sighs, dropping a peck on your swollen lips before she rises to stand.
your hazy gaze is stuck on hers as she reaches for the button of her pants, swiftly unbuttoning them to slide the baggy material down her long legs, the strong muscles tensing under your lustful gaze, and she makes quick work of her underwear; the black lace making you clench as your pussy lets out another wave of wetness in response to the visual.
her rough hands slide up your spread thighs as she shifts on the soft silky sheets, she gently pushes your thigh to lay flat on the bed, her hand curling under the knee of your other leg, and your tongue slips out to lick your drying lips as you take in the sight, your nails digging into the sheets as she positions herself over you.
when her warmth slightly brushes against your own in her movement, your hips buck up into her, the harsh slide of your cunts against each other drawing out a filthy whimper from you, shuri’s hand tightening around your limb as she breathily moans out; you were so soft against her.
“uh-uh we go at my pace, baby, be good for me.”
her voice is breathy, flowing through your ears like the brown honey of pleasure weighing your body down, pumping through your veins with the promise of never leaving as long as you were with her. when she finally lets your aching pussies touch, your whimpers are wet and desperate as you nod at her words, barely thinking as the intimacy of feeling her against you makes you want to cry out to the heavens to rain down on the drying earth, so you can laugh when the aid doesn't compare to the redemption shuri provides your blistering soul.
and the first slide against you is slow and purposeful, the movement followed by shuri’s deep groan as your head falls back into the sheets and pillows beneath you. your hands vibrating from the sheer grip you had on the soft material, your mouth dropping open in a silent moan as her hips snap against you, the feeling so dizzying that your lungs were aching from the lack of oxygen.
when she leans towards your face, her pace is increasing as she viciously tears you apart, fiddling with your body like you were made for her, crafted out of every subconscious desire her being could possibly conjure. her voice is soft and cooing, in heavy contrast to the rough and hard slide of her against your pussy, as she presses the words into your skin.
“breathe for me, my love. that’s it, baby, feels too good for you to use that pretty little mind, huh?”
the deep gasp of air hurts as it burns through your lungs, your body trembling beneath her when you open your eyes to look at her, and the tears clinging to your lashes making you feel pathetic as she brings her lips to hover over yours. heavy breaths are exchanged between the both of you, the coolness of her belly ring adding to the tremble in your limbs.
“feels so good, your pussy feels so good on mine, shuri.”
your words are thoughtlessly cried into her mouth as your chest heaves, the high pitch of your cries melting into the heated air, shuri’s deep moan trailing along the sound as her hips stutter before they pick up a desperate pace, desperate to get you both to your release.
“yeah, s’thandwa? then give her your come, baby.”
the words make the tears trail down your cheeks, your hips uncontrollably grinding with her rhythm as your lips tremble around your sob, the intensity of your orgasm making your walls ache as they clench around emptiness, shuri groaning loudly when she feels the easy glide your release provides.
“fuck, i’m gonna come for you, love. wanna drip right onto my pretty girl, yeah?”
her words are breathed into your mouth, the sobs leaving your pretty lips make shuri feel dizzy, her hips focusing on her own release as you twitch against her in overstimulation, a dirty whimper falling from your lips as you flinch away from the intense pleasure. her hand digs itself into your hip to pull you back to her, the idea of you feeling so good, you run from her, makes the panther insatiable, the clench of her heart tightening in pathetic desperation, the wild predator feeling like prey at your mercy.
“shh, you can take it, angel, tell me you want it.”
“want it, want your come in my pussy, shuri, please, need it.”
shuri’s letting out the most explicit sound of the night, her lips parting against yours, where they were resting in an unresponsive kiss, and she presses closer against you as her clit throbs against yours, making you whimper as your press closer to her too, the ache between your legs spiking at the intimate contact, enjoying the feel of her warm slick trailing along you.  
“bast, fuck, good fucking girl, my only pretty girl.”
you tear up under her as she presses her lips to yours, sloppily returning the kiss as the emotions flow through you, your hands loosening their hold on the sheets to slide around her neck, pulling her against your dewy skin.
“are you serious? you want that with me?”
the sentence is soft and teary, and it pulls on the strings of shuri’s heart, the sad noise her alter whines out slipping through her lips as a whimper that she buries into your neck, her arms sliding beneath your back to wrap her arms around you; the beat of your heart soothing the pulse of guilt that thrummed through her arteries.
her lips are pressing gently against the marked skin, tracing over the pretty purples staining your skin, basking in the way her colour proudly branded your figure. she handled you like you were delicate, but to her you were; a fragile fragment of her heart that she couldn’t afford to let shatter like the walls she had built to keep you out.
“could only ever want that with you, s’thandwa sam’.”
the reasons i can't have you, isn't so complicated. baby if you let me i won't hesitate.
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"edge of tonight" part thirteen ~ the call
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pairing: namjoon x reader (lots of platonic ot7 x reader) rating: T 16+ genre: mafia au, angst this part: You finally call Jackson back. tw: mafia au!, angst, swearing, emotional manipulation/abuse, panic attack, jimin is still a little shit word count: ~6.2k track #16: Birdie ~ Avril Lavigne: “Like a bird locked up in a cage.” the edge of tonight masterlist an: did yall know that with this chapter we are officially halfway through eot?? crazy, right?? and finally, this is our first main chapter with Jackson! i can't wait to hear what you guys think of it!! thank you so so so much to @cui-nisi for beta-ing this for me!! she's my new beta so you'll be seeing her around going forward. and as always, the lovely moodboard at the bottom was made by the fantastic @mirahuyooo
The worst part about waking up from drug-induced sleep was the panic that raced through you before anything else. An unfamiliar room, a stiff bed, a sharp pain in your side—it was a recipe that skyrocketed your heart rate and made breathing near impossible. You were in pain, so you weren't dreaming; this was real, and it was far too familiar an experience.
Your eyes squinted against the light of the room, although it was far dimmer than what you remembered falling asleep to. Your limbs still felt heavy as you tried to move them, and you groaned at the stretch of your injured side. You were still entirely dressed, that was a first, but that didn't do much to quell your growing fear.
"Hey there, sleepyhead," a voice filtered in from somewhere next to you. "How are you feeling?
Your answer didn't matter, while you were here they were in charge of you. You needed to get out. You kept fighting to get your eyes open against the last of the drug, kept working to get your arms and legs moving properly.
A fast-paced beeping came from behind you. The person started moving faster than you were, probably going to check on whatever the beep was. "Whoa, hey, Y/N, calm down. Don't hurt yourself." You wouldn't calm down. You wouldn't let yourself stay here, injured and waiting for the next injury.
You managed to get your eyes open. Looking down, you saw an IV still in your arm and could feel the bandages wrapped around your torso. Your hand went to your injured side, grabbing at the scar over your ribs, just above the bandaged wound. Then you yanked the IV out, and rolled off the bed.
"Y/N!"
You ran.
You weren't fully sure where you were, but there was a staircase. Up was better than down, so you headed for that when a hand caught your shoulder and pulled you to a stop.
"Let me go!"
"Y/N, stop!"
"What's going on?" Another voice joined in from somewhere else. They were everywhere, there were so many of them. You couldn't stay here, you couldn't get trapped again, you had to get out.
You ripped yourself away again, feeling something in your side pull painfully, but it wasn't enough to stop you. You threw yourself up the stairs, trying to take them two at a time but not having the energy for it. The adrenaline was the only thing keeping you going. You just had to keep going.
A door at the top of the staircase opened up before you could reach it, a dark silhouette looking down at you. You squinted at the sudden light and stumbled on one of the steps, causing you to fall forward.
"The fuck is going on?"
"Runaway patient," the first voice said. Apparently he wasn't as far behind you as you thought.
Then there were hands on you, turning you over, pulling at your shirt. "NO!" You tried pushing them away, tried getting back up, but it was no use. Tears pricked at your eyes, you couldn't be there again, this couldn't be happening again.
"Hyung, stop! You're scaring her!"
"I gotta check—"
"Get off me!"
"Hyung, seriously, back off."
"HEY." There was a loud clap right in front of your face. "Look at me."
You did as instructed, stilling and looking up from the assault. Your eyes met soft brown ones, ones you had seen before, but not in a dangerous way. You blinked, recognition flooding through you. "Park?"
Jimin smirked. "Hey there, beautiful. You back with us?"
You looked back down, this time realizing it was Jin's hands on you. He was checking the wound he had bandaged, from the gunshot you took saving his girlfriend. Probably making sure you hadn't reopened it in your escape attempt. Looking over your shoulder you saw Yoongi, who was watching Jin with a look that said he wanted to punch the elder.
You weren't going to oppose if he did. You still wanted to punch Jin yourself.
"Okay, so you managed to not rip any of the stitches, somehow," Jin said, having finished his little check-up. He quickly moved your shirt back down, covering you back up, before meeting your eyes. "Care to explain?" He asked you, annoyance firm in his voice.
You clamped your jaw shut, anger replacing the shock. "Ask me how many times I've been knocked out only to wake up in an unfamiliar room in pain." You watched as guilt filled his eyes, and Jin looked away.
"I'm sorry," he said, offering you a hand to help you stand. "I didn't mean to scare you." You ignored his hand, still beyond upset at him, and pushed yourself up on your own despite the pain.
"Scare?" Jimin snickered. "Hyung, I'm pretty sure you flat-out triggered her." He turned back to you, features softening. "You okay?"
"Peachy." Your voice was hard. You turned on your heel and finished going up the last few steps, brushing past Yoongi, hand firm over your wound. You squinted against the light coming in through the windows now that you were out of the darkness of the basement, and headed towards the kitchen.
Taehyung was munching away on some kind of takeout at the table, flipping through a magazine. He looked up as you walked in and offered you a smile around his food. The others were right behind you, always following, never giving you space to breathe. You tried your best to ignore them as you went to the fridge.
"I cooked up some kimchi fried rice last night," Yoongi said. "There should be leftovers."
"As long as Kookie didn't get to it first," Tae interjected.
You searched around for the said fried rice. "Looks like he did." You closed the door and leaned onto the island, hiding the grimace of pain. "How long was I out?" You glanced at the clock on the microwave and saw it read half past three in the afternoon.
Jin sat down across from where you were standing. "A whole day," he said. "I wasn't expecting you to be out that long. I didn't use that much on you, you should've only been out for a few hours." He pulled out a cotton ball and some bandage wrap out of his pocket. It was only then you noticed you were still bleeding from where you pulled the IV out.
"Yeah, I respond really badly to drugs like that, both physically and mentally." You glared at the elder, but still offered your arm to him so he could wrap it. "Maybe ask next time." Jin rolled his eyes, but otherwise didn't respond to you. "Where is everyone? Usually you're all watching me."
"Jungkook's at his gym," Jimin answered, "and Hoseok-hyung and Namjoon-hyung are checking on a lead or something?"
"Jin and I stayed here to watch over you," Yoongi added. He started digging through the fridge, probably looking for something you could eat. You were hungry after having been unconscious for a whole day. "It was quite the push to get Namjoon out of the house while you were out."
"Is Coffee Girl okay?" you asked Jin. You needed to know that everything you'd just gone through wasn't for nothing. 
Jin sighed, "She's still a little shaken, but yeah, she'll be fine." He looked at you, softer than he had since you'd woken up. "Thank you for saving her. I don't know what I would've done if…"
"Did you tell her the truth?" You pressed. If Jin didn't, you were going to. She deserved to know, especially after this
Jin nodded, "She said she needed some time to process things, but I promised that we would keep her safe and protected no matter what she decided." You finally relaxed a bit at that. Looked like there would be another girl kept safe by the Y/N Initiative. The name was pretty ridiculous, in your opinion, but at least they got things done.
"Should I dye my hair?"
Jimin's voice broke the solemn atmosphere that had settled. You rolled your eyes at his antics.
"What's wrong with the blond?" Tae asked, turning another page.
"I just wanna change it up, you know? I've been blond for a while, maybe it's time to try something else."
"You sure you're not trying to impress a certain someone?"
"Tae, I will throw you off the roof."
"A fall from that height won't kill him," Yoongi interjected, cutting up various vegetables on the counter.
"Anyway," Jin stood, "I have to get to the hospital. Yoongi offered to stay in today to make sure that you're okay, since he seems to be your favorite now."
"I was always her favorite." You hit his shoulder at the comment. You didn't have favorites. Well, you did back then, and it was pretty obvious which one it was (and it wasn't Yoongi).
"See you later hyung!" Tae called as Jin walked out. You turned to Yoongi, still working at making food for you. You weren't sure exactly what he was making, but you knew it was going to be good.
"Can I have the keys to the car we drove in the other day?" you asked, causing Yoongi to raise an eyebrow. You couldn't drive, so why were you asking for car keys? "I wanna see if my phone fell out of my pocket after I got shot. I need to call Jackson."
"Oh, the phone," Yoongi said. "Um, about that? It's gone."
You pulled on Yoongi's shoulder until he was facing you. "What do you mean, ‘it's gone’?"
"I checked the car after Jin started working on you, trying to find it for you. It wasn't there, so Hoseok and Jungkook drove back to Beanie's to see if it fell out anywhere there. Jungkook retraced the alleyways and Hoseok checked all the cameras, but they couldn't find anything. So your phone's gone."
You were sure your panic was only quelled by the fact that you had Jackson's phone number memorized.
"So," Yoongi continued, turning back to the cooking, "Namjoon had Hoseok get a replacement for you." He reached into his back pocket, where his phone usually was, and pulled a device out. "It's got all the encryptions and safeties that we use, plus all of our numbers in it, just in case."
You carefully took the smart phone from him. It was a little heavier than what you were used to, and bigger, and thinner. The screen was the whole side of the phone, and the only buttons were on the side. You'd seen a smart phone before—Jackson had one, along with some of the other people you worked with in Busan—but you had never used one. Jackson had only given you the flip phone.
"Jungkook also downloaded some games he thought you might like, but if you don't, or you want different ones, he can help you out with that." Yoongi only rambled when he was being affectionate but didn't know how to express it. It gave you a small feeling of fondness, something that hadn't changed after so many years.
You simply nodded, not sure how else to respond. "Thanks." You turned the phone around in your hand once more before putting it into your back pocket. Looking down, you noticed you were still in the same clothes from yesterday, and your shirt was covered in dried blood. "Hey, can I change somewhere?"
"You can change in here if you want?" Jimin suggested with a wiggle of his eyebrows. Tae smacked him with his magazine before you could throw the nearest object at him.
"We moved your stuff into the guest room," Yoongi told you. "There's a bed in there, but also one of the more comfortable couches we own. You can use that room for as long as you want." The 'to stay here' was implied, but you were grateful he left it implied. "Will one of you show her?"
"I will," Taehyung said as he stood up. He left the magazine open on the table, and made a follow me gesture.
"I'll bring your food up once it's done," Yoongi called as you followed Taehyung, which meant that the footsteps behind you belonged to your current least favorite member of this gang. You chose to ignore him; he wasn't really doing anything to warrant any response anyway.
Jin came out of a room from somewhere else (you really needed to memorize the layout of this place) dressed in hospital scrubs, checking his watch and carrying a briefcase. He only glanced up at you for a moment as he power-walked past. "Yoongi has the pain meds you can take and knows when to give them to you. Please don't be like Jungkook and try to power through. Life is more comfortable with medication. I'll be back in a few hours."
"Bye hyung!" Jimin and Taehyung said in sync, before returning to the semi-awkward silence.
Taehyung led you up the stairs to the second floor, then down the long corridor. The room you recognized as Namjoon's office had its door left wide open. You glanced in as you walked past it, only to see it currently void of life. You only got a quick glimpse of the wall, the one with the ancient picture hanging on it, before you were past it and it was out of your sight again.
You often broke into the offices and studies of businessmen, CEOs, gang bosses—always looking for information to use against them, to seal their fate. Breaking into Namjoon's office would probably be a walk in the park in comparison, but the only thing you want was to look at that picture again, to try and imagine the life you could've had, had you not gone to the fair that day.
The guest room was at the very end of the corridor. Taehyung opened the door and walked in, then turned to watch you. You looked around, taking everything in. It wasn't anything special, just another room in an estate, but it was at least four times larger than the basement hole you had been living in the past four months, and twice as big as the bedroom you lived in in your Busan apartment with Jackson.
There was a large bed in the center of the room, pushed up against the wall, with a nice-looking couch sitting underneath the windows. There was one open door that lead to a bathroom, and a closed one that was probably the closet. You had kind of forgotten what living in this kind of luxury was like. You almost felt nostalgic for the life you ran away from at sixteen.
"This is your room, for however long you want it to be," Taehyung said, breaking the silence and looking around the room. "I believe Jungkook put everything in the closet?" It sounded more like a question as he pointed to the closed door. "But you can do pretty much whatever you want in here."
"And we do mean, anything," Jimin added with that fucking suggestive tone layered in his voice that grated on your ears.
Just ignore him.
You headed towards the closet, pulling the door open and stopping at the sight of so many white dress shirts and dress slacks hanging up. "What, is this your storage closet?"
"Oh! Right, we call it the guest room, but it's actually Namjoon-hyung's room." Jimin explained. "He just never fucking uses it, so Jin-hyung decided to let you make use of it."
Namjoon's room. Great. You weren't going to think about that right now. Right now you wanted a change of clothes. The two duffle bags—one containing your meager belongings from the basement apartment and the other still containing nearly 8 billion won—were placed side by side on the floor, your red hat sitting on top of one. Against the wall was a small hamper that your dress from the ball and the clothes you had slept in afterwards. Jungkook must've done that too, and you tried not to think about that either. Then you noticed what was missing.
"Hey, wear's my jacket?" you asked as you pulled the clothing duffle from the closet and placed it on the bed, beginning to go through it for something comfy to change into.
"Gone." Was the only answer Taehyung gave you. You froze.
"What?"
"It was years out of season, covered in blood, and had been patched up way too many time," he explained with a tone of disdain that made what blood was left in you boil. "I can get you a much better jacket, one that'll actually look good and keep you warm."
You took a deep breath, once again trying to quell the rising panic. "Taehyung. Where is my jacket."
You could sense his confusion, even though neither of you looked at the other. "It's gone. I threw it away. It's just a jacket, I'll get you a new one."
You had had that specific jacket for 8 years. You had washed it, patched it, survived in it. It was not just a jacket. Your voice resembled the same dark tone Jackson sometimes had when talking with you. "Kim Taehyung." You turned to look at him. "Look at me."
He hesitated at your words. Slowly, the man turned to comply. "Holy shit."
Murder, clear as day, was what he saw in your glare. The ice looking him directly in the eye was enough to easily surpass Namjoon's and Yoongi's—even Jin's. Jimin behind him glanced up from his phone and even jumped back in shock. "Goddamn Tae, did you throw her teddy bear away?"
"Get. It. Back." You told him. His hair bounced as he nodded and retreated.
"Yes ma'am. Absolutely. So sorry." He grabbed Jimin's hand as he turned and ran away. You exhaled, then went to close the door until it was just cracked. Surely they would knock before entering into your new room. You hoped so.
It wasn't just a jacket.
You shook your head, trying to clear it. Taehyung said he'd get your jacket back, and if he didn't, the promise of hell raining down on him should've been enough to make sure he did. In your solitude, you finally dropped the act of not being in pain. Your side was actually killing you, and you couldn't wait for Yoongi to bring you those meds. He probably would when he brought you food.
You sat on the edge of the bed, one hand clinging to your side and your free one digging through the clothes. Changing clothes was going to hurt, and you all knew it, but you were glad Yoongi let you make the decision yourself. Soon you came across another pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. That would work.
Changing hurt.
You felt better once you were in different—clean—clothes, and you walked the small distance to the couch. It was a bit colder here, probably because of its proximity to the windows. You made a mental note to ask Jungkook if he'd move the couch away from the wall for you.
You took as deep a breath as your injury would let you. It was time to make the call.
You sat cross-legged on the couch, favoring your injured side more than you would've liked. With a deep breath, you dialed Jackson's phone number. The call would be coming from an unknown number, so you weren't surprised when it was almost immediately rejected. It didn't deter you, you simply hit the redial button. This time hit rang long enough to go to voicemail naturally. You redialed the number one more time.
He picked up on the third ring. "How did you get this number?" Jackson's voice was deeper than it usually was when talking to you; he was probably trying to mask it, to make it more intimidating than normal. You silently inhaled again.
"The bird is in the cage."
There was a beat of silence, and you could practically feel the rage radiating off him through the receiver. "Oh, is she?"
"Jackson—"
"Because I'm currently in the cage, and what do you know, the cage seems to be birdless."
You squeezed your eyes shut in a meager attempt to block everything out. You knew it was going to be difficult finally calling and talking to him, and you knew he was going to be angry with you. You hated it when he was angry with you though, something about it made you feel small, insignificant. Unimportant.
"Where the hell have you been, huh?" He kept going. "I haven't heard from you in nearly three days—and who's number is this you're calling me on?"
"I lost my phone," you mumbled into the receiver. You were still beating yourself up for that.
"The fuck you mean, you lost your phone? What the hell happened, Y/N?"
You took another deep breath. "I got in a fight, and during the escape, I lost my phone." You paused. "And then I got shot."
Jackson didn't respond for a long time, so long you wondered if he hung up on you. "Y/N, where are you?" His voice was steady now, stable.
He was furious.
"I told you, I'm somewhere safe, bird is in the cage and all that." You couldn't tell him you were with Bangtan.
"No, somewhere safe would be back in this apartment where I can see you and watch after you myself. Where. Are. You."
"Somewhere safe." You weren't going to budge on this. Jackson could wear you down on a thousand other things, but not this. You weren't going to sell Namjoon out.
"Oh my fucking—fine, don't tell me. Why don't you tell me about this gunshot wound you have instead? What fucking fight did you get into?"
You let out a small breath of relief. This you were more comfortable talking about. "Yeah, okay, so, Song lied to me about this job, and I went to meet with Wang yesterday about it and confront him, and then he tried taking me. So I fought back and saved another girl along the way, and in the escape I got shot."
"Wait, slow down—what do you mean, Song lied to you about the job?" Jackson asked, nearly interrupting you. "This is why I clear all jobs before you go through with them."
"You wouldn't have let me go!"
"Yeah, no shit! You belong here in Busan with me, not galivanting through the streets of Seoul getting shot!"
"There's more," you ignored him, trying to keep yourself calm. "Song knows who I am—who I really am."
The pause Jackson had this time was less anger and more concern, finally. "How the fuck—"
"I don't know, but he knows who I am and he knew the alias I was going by and he knew where I was in Busan and he knew enough about what I've been through to sell me the job." You started talking faster to keep Jackson from cutting you off. "Song didn't send Wang down to hire Lee Anna to hunt down and kill a rival gang doing unspeakable things to women. He sent him to find L/N Y/N and get me back to Seoul, and I think it has something to do with—"
"Okay, now you're thinking too much," Jackson's voice sliced through your small speech, that same phrase he always used with you. It shut you up quickly, just as it always did. "You don't actually know any of this, and if it is this serious then you need to get back down here. I don't want anything else to happen to you."
A small warmth went through you at his words. His tone of voice hadn't changed at all, he was still being pretty harsh, but ultimately it was because he cared about you. You started to feel guilty about having ghosted him for the past few days, about not answering his calls sooner.
"I'm sorry I didn't call you back sooner," you said, voice quiet. "I just—a lot of things happened all at once, and I needed time to process everything."
Jackson sighed, and it sounded like he was finally calming down a bit. "You know you don't make the best choices when I'm not around, and this was just another example of that. You need to come back to Busan so we can sort everything out. If Song knows who you are, then you aren't safe anywhere in Seoul."
You bit your lip. Maybe he was right, maybe you should go back, but... "Jackson, I don't know if going back will be any safer either. They found me there once, didn't they? As Lee Anna."
"Once you're in my sight again, I can figure out what to do next. No matter what, you're safest when you're with me, you know that."
Going back to Busan had always been in the back of your mind, an endlessly nagging thought tossing and turning, never truly allowing you to relax. You knew you were safe with Jackson, and Jackson was in Busan. But, that was before you met Namjoon again, before the better parts of your past had come face to face with you. Even after all this time, you knew you would be safe with them, too.
And, despite everything, you weren't quite ready to leave them yet.
"Jackson." You took a shaky breath in. "I think I need to stay in Seoul for now." You paused, knowing he would try to say something, but to your shock, he was silent. You swallowed and continued, your heart rate picking up. "This is big. Song has one of the largest gangs in the North, and if he knows my real identity and my fake one, then he might have answers that I need. And I don't want to leave before I can get them."
"Y/N." He was angry again, even though his tone matched yours: quiet and determined. You had hoped the calm would last longer, but you used words that you knew Jackson didn't like, words like think and want. Of course he was bound to explode on you again. "You just got shot a day or two ago, right? You're probably in a lot of pain, or you're high on pain meds. Either way, you're thinking too much, when you can't even think straight right now. Listen to me: I will take care of everything. You need to come back."
You're thinking too much. Those words echoed around your mind the way you hated. Constant, overlapping, sometimes whispered, sometimes yelled, always in Jackson's voice. Maybe you were thinking about all this too much. Jackson could take care of it. That's why he was your handler. He took care of all the details, simply told you where to go and who to kill. Your life was easier when you listened to him.
"Just come back, Y/N," Jackson said. His voice was finally filled with the care and concern you were looking for. "I won't be mad at you, I'll let all of this go, just come back home to me."
You squeezed your eyes shut. You should just go back to him. Busan wasn't terrible, it wasn't really that different from Seoul. And you were injured, so Jackson would go easier on the jobs he took for you until you were healed. And you could finally return to him the (almost) 8 billion won—the whole reason you even took this job. Everything would go back to normal.
You should just go back.
There was a soft knock just outside the door. "Jagiya." Your eyes snapped open and you turned. Through the crack you could see Yoongi looking at you. Did he just get there, or had he been listening in? You supposed the answer didn't really matter. You met his eyes, and saw something in them that stopped your whirlwind of thought.
They would let you go, if it's truly what you wanted. Some of them would try to stop you, but would ultimately let you make your choice. And others, like Yoongi, wouldn't question it. If it was what you wanted.
But it wasn't. It wasn't what you wanted. You didn't want to leave Seoul. You had fought for years to get back here. Busan wasn't home. And maybe Seoul wasn't home either, but it was closer. Busan was just as dangerous as Seoul was for you, maybe even more so. Seoul at least had people you knew were allies, who would help you and keep you safe. Seoul had the answers you were looking for and the secrets you needed to uncover.
Jackson wanted you back in Busan, back with him. You wanted to stay in Seoul, to stay with them.
You looked away from Yoongi. "No."
A pause.
"What?"
Another.
"No, Jackson." Your free hand shook from nerves, and you pressed it up against your side in an attempt to keep it still. This was always the part when you broke down and gave into him. It had been years since you stood up to him like this, since you doubled down on yourself instead of giving into him. "I—I'm not going back. Not yet."
"Excuse me?"
"Once I get this solved, as soon as I have my answers, I'll go back to Busan. But not right now."
You glanced over at Yoongi again. You could see his smirk through the crack. He didn't realize just how much he was doing for you in this moment, and you hoped he wouldn't leave you alone quite yet.
Jackson still hadn't said anything. The silence dragged on until you couldn't handle it anymore. "Please, Jackson, just trust me, just this once. I can do this, please."
He let out a breath. "So this is it?" His voice was hard again, unfeeling, with that edge of something that always scared you. "This is what you wanna do?"
"Jackson—"
"Okay." His agreement shocked you. You thought for sure you'd have to fight for longer before he eventually gave in—if he ever gave in. "You wanna do this on your own? Wanna be independent? Fine." You released a breath too soon. "But you don't get to come crying to me the next time you have a nightmare."
The line disconnected. It took you a moment to realize he had hung up on you. You were so caught off guard by his words, still trying to process them. You slowly pulled the phone away from your head, looking down at the call time blinking up at you.
You heard the door creak open. "Is it safe to come in?" Yoongi asked from outside the room. You didn't respond, still too caught up in Jackson's… tantrum? He stormed off every now and again when you didn't listen to him. This must've been a version of that. You hit the redial button. It went straight to voicemail.
Call rejected.
You tried again. Voicemail. Again. Voicemail. Again. Voicemail. He would have to answer you eventually, right? He wasn't petty enough to ignore you for three days like you did him.
Again. Voicemail.
"Y/N?"
Maybe a text would work. You quickly typed up a simple I'm sorry message, something that should get his attention, that should get a response. You hit send and watched as a message came back immediately:
Service Error 409: You have been blocked by the intended recipient of your message.
Your eyes went wide. He blocked you. Jackson blocked you. What kind of tantrum was this? How were you supposed to contact him now? You needed to be able to call him with updates and ask him questions and—
Talk to him when you had nightmares.
You don't get to come crying to me the next time you have a nightmare.
He did the one thing you never thought he would. Jackson cut you off from him. That was Jackson's punishment for you standing up to him, for staying in Seoul.
For not choosing him.
But… but he couldn't do that to you. Jackson himself threw a fit whenever you two were separated for too long, and he knew how badly you needed him when things started getting bad for you again.
You needed Jackson. He was the only one who could make it all stop, when your mind betrayed you and things became too much. Being this far away, you settled for phone calls but that only helped so much. You weren't sure how much longer you'd be able to last without him. And he knew that.
He knew you needed him. He couldn't leave you alone like this, not when you both knew you needed him.
"Y/N! Breathe!"
Yoongi's voice broke through your building hysteria. He was standing in front of you now, a steaming plate of food in one hand and a glass of water in the other. You looked up at him and took a deep breath in, wincing at the pull in your side. You took a few more, ignoring the pain, as Yoongi watched.
"Everything okay?" he finally asked, sitting down next to you on the couch. You didn't look at him, your gaze still locked straight ahead. "That didn't sound like a great phone call."
You let out another strained breath before answering. "It wasn't, but things will be fine." You weren't sure if you were trying to convince Yoongi or yourself. "Jackson is… he just… he cares about me a lot and so he says a lot of stupid shit when he gets upset. It's nothing. He doesn't mean it."
He doesn't mean it. He'll get over this soon, he has to. Eventually his overprotective need will outweigh his anger at you and then he'll unblock you and call you back and everything will be okay.
"Sounds like a real outstanding guy," Yoongi grumbled, making a mental note to relay this information back to the guys. He moved the plate of food closer to you. "Here, get some food in you, then you can take your first round of pain meds."
"I'm not hungry," you lied out of habit. Jackson didn't like it when you ate too much, and you needed to be good right now. If you were good during his punishments then he would come back to you sooner.
And you needed him back as soon as you could get him back.
Maybe you should just go back.
"Bullshit." Yoongi put the plate on your lap. "You haven't eaten in over 24 hours and you have to take the medication with food. You're eating something if I have to force-feed you."
Jackson didn't like it when you hurt yourself either. Maybe a few bites wouldn't hurt, just enough to take the medication. You nodded, not trusting your voice, and picked up the fork to take a bite. Flavor exploded on your tongue, and you realized just how hungry you truly were. Within a few minutes, the plate was empty.
Yoongi took the dish from you and handed you the glass of water, then reached into his pocket for a bright orange bottle, transparent enough for you to see all the white pills inside. He handed the bottle to you. "Jin said you can have up to two pills every four hours. In between that, you can do whatever you want. Play games, watch movies, read books. Just ask."
You nodded then watched as Yoongi left you alone, closing the door but leaving it open just a crack, the way it was before he came in. You balanced the glass between your legs as you opened the bottle and shook out the two allotted pills into your palm. You stared at the rest of the pills, tempted to take more, but decided against it for the time being.
You needed to be good. Jackson would come back sooner if you were good. You capped the bottle and tossed it onto the bed, then popped the pain meds into your mouth and downed the glass of water. You put the glass on the window sill behind you, then laid down on the couch.
You usually weren't allowed to do those things Yoongi suggested. You usually trained, or worked with Jackson on the next job he had accepted for you. Neither of those were options right now, however, with your fresh wound needing to heal. So you decided to lay still on the couch, to keep the stress on your side down, and be good.
If you were good, Jackson would come back to you sooner.
Soon you felt the emotional exhaustion come crashing down on you, and you let your eyes flutter close. A small nap would do you good, and you hoped it would be dream- and nightmare-free. It was always a toss-up with naps. At least with your subconscious, you would know whatever your brain would throw at you would be temporary. If you stayed awake, your spiral downward would go on until someone stopped it for you.
Jackson stopped it for you. He was the only one who could. You needed him.
Maybe you should just go back.
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quartzalynlove · 2 years ago
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Gone In the Wind
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Pairing: mentioned Javier x fem!reader (Charles is pining tho)
Warnings: angst? If you squint??, happy end tho don't worry, Javier is most likely out of character and I'm open to critiques
A/n: *giggles in hasn't written anything since last june* hey yall😅...I played the stupid horse game and fell in love with the stupid horse men idk what to tell you.
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No one would ever know it, somehow in spite of it all Charles still maintained his calm demeanor, but as of recently his every waking moment was spent in agony.
You and Javier had only been official for a week, but the flirting and banter that went on beforehand had gone on for much longer. At first, it didn't bother Charles; Javier would just stare at you from afar like an idiot, occasionally playing it off if you caught him. While he was still in his awkward crush stage, Charles had advanced. He started spending more time with you, offering to take you hunting or scouting in town. You knew the sudden change in the amount of time you spent together was different, but you never thought much of it. That was where Charles messed up.
By the time Javier braved up to pursue you, he did it with a boldness. Whether it was a lingering touch or thoughtful gift, he constantly showered you with affection; at one point it got so bad you thought you might swoon and faint in the middle of camp. It wasn't long until it was you looking on shyly at the one you were sweet on. That was the moment Charles knew. In his mind, you were a dove that perched itself on his finger, and while you were beautiful and he was honored to have you in his presence, if you chose to fly off, he had to let you. He'd miss you and the time you shared, but you didn't belong to him.
From there it only got worse. Whenever you and Javier would be cuddled up by the fire, or you sat on his lap during a game of poker, Charles felt like his heart was being extinguished. He began to withdraw, leaving camp on his hunting trips for longer and not bothering to ask you to accompany him, not that you noticed. It gave him time to think, but the longer he did the less sense it all made. He should've been happy for you and Javier, you're his friends, but...he wished one of you weren't. It wasn't like Charles to be so selfish; he often scolded himself for it.
Another night of watching Javier carry you into your now shared tent while Charles lied awake in his own, silencing his envious thoughts. He wanted to be the one holding you at night, loving on you around the campfire, presenting you with gifts that made you melt. But he wasn't, and it wasn't fair of him to fantasize otherwise.
The next morning, Charles didn't speak a word to anyone; he went straight from his tent to Taima with his bow for possibly the earliest hunting trip he had ever taken. For the first time, he had attracted the attention of the others. First was Hosea was met with silence after saying good morning, and soon after was Arthur who Hosea sent after Charles to check on him.
As Charles booked it out of camp, it wasn't long before Arthur caught up behind him. With his eyes on the dirt road ahead, he almost didn't hear the calls for him from behind.
"Dammit, Charles, slow down!"
With a frustrated huff, Charles skidded and brought Taima to a halt, watching through the dust as Arthur trotted closer. Eventually, Arthur was next to him and Charles set his eyes on the hills of the Heartlands, softly shushing Taima when she shook her head with a grunt.
"I'm sorry, girl."
Gazing out as well, Arthur sighed. "What's up with ya, Charles; where you off in such a hurry?"
"Just hunting," he shook his head. "Just...just gotta clear my head."
Arthur hummed. "Y'know ya might be tellin' me the truth, but I ain't too sure it's the whole truth."
Charles sighed. He wouldn't lie or beat around the bush, that's not who he was, but he wasn't getting out of this chat with Arthur.
"It's not right." He looked at Arthur.
"Most our lives ain't been right," Arthur shrugged. "Unless y' tell me you been robbin' and killin' innocents, I won't think of ya no different."
Charles hesitated, fiddling with the reins in his hands. "I have feelings for Y/N."
"Ain't she with Javier?"
Charles hung his head down. "Yeah."
"They're mighty sweet on one another."
"I've tried to let go, but...I can't seem to."
He didn't mean to, but Arthur let out a chuckle at Charles' statement.
"You're usually a smart man, Charles," he said. "But I guess love can even make a fool out of a wise man."
"Now really the time for ribbing?" Charles bit the inside of his cheek.
"Nah, I ain't pokin' fun, just...you can't get rid of feelins for another person. It's one of those things you just wait out."
That wasn't what Charles wanted to hear. He felt so guilty for being in love with you; you weren't his to take. If he could crush the part of his heart that beat for you he would.
"Is there a way to make it less painful?"
Arthur made an unsure expression. "If there is, I ain't found it, but don't go all lone wolf on us. Only reason I made it this long is cause I got y'all."
After Charles fell silent, Arthur jostled him with a pat on the back.
"Let's go into town, get you drunk, and perk up a bit."
Charles nodded. "You're a good friend, Arthur."
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The next day Javier was standing guard, and you sat by the fire trying to remind yourself of the chords he recently taught you on his guitar. From the corner of your eye, you noticed Charles strolling around the camp, causing you to perk up.
"Charles, hey!" You called as you stood up.
He didn't even need to take a step towards you as you ran over to him with bright eyes and your lips curled into a small smile. It was a shame, his feelings did leave him for a moment, but you fluttered back to him.
"Are you alright," you asked. "Arthur said you weren't feeling your best yesterday."
Charles responded with a warm smile before reassuring you. "I'm okay, Y/N."
You smiled gladly. "Good; y'know it's been a while since you've asked me out hunting. I was just starting to get good with the bow you gave me."
Not able to come up with a good response, Charles stayed quiet.
"Why don't we go fishing," you suggested. "Javier's been teaching me, but he's so good I feel like a fool next to him."
Charles gave an empty chuckle. "Sure, I know a good spot not too far from camp."
The two of you ended up fishing by a river southwest from camp. With the bait Javier gave you, you managed to catch one fish and hook another, but it managed to get away. Charles, on the other hand, was on his third catch.
Eventually, the fish stopped feeding, so you stopped fishing. At around noon, you and Charles mounted your horses and were about to follow the trail back to camp. However, before you trotted off, you noticed Charles hesitating.
"You alright, Charles?" You peered down to try and peek at his face.
He froze, lost in thought before finally speaking. "Y/N, there's something I need to tell you."
The graveness in his voice confused you, "what's wrong?" You asked him.
Charles shook his head, as if deciding if he wanted to speak or not.
Just get it over with, you fool.
He gave a heavy sigh. "I know you're with Javier, and I'm happy for the both of you, but...I've had feelings for you for a while. I know it won't happen, that's not at all what I'm looking for, it just felt wrong holding onto all of this."
In that moment the past few weeks started to make sense. You were aware of how much closer you and Charles were growing; you just didn't realized that he was in love with you the entire time. That day you said yes to Javier, that love was snuffed out except for an ember that sparked the agonizing fire that consumed his soul.
You were still at his confession as you grappled for the right words.
"Thank you for telling me," you started. "You still mean a great deal to me, Charles, and I don't want you feeling bad about all this. We can be friends? I don't think I could stand losing you like that."
In that moment, Charles felt a weight lifted from his spirit. You didn't hold anything against him, or share the feelings his simmering self hatred harbored.
All you saw from him was a smile as his frame relaxed considerably.
"Of course."
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patiusarchivist · 2 years ago
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A Lash at a Time
Yall know me over the years with my off-and-on SWTOR writings for my Sith Inquisitor. I really feel like the storyline and its companions deserve better, but I suppose you can only do expect so much for a MMO. The amount of time in the Cold War and after, they need development.  And Ashara always been a mild annoyance to me and the decision of having last minute companions in Act 3 is stupid when they don’t get much dialogue or interaction before your character becoming ‘Protagonist #60001 in the Galaxy and their quiet gallery of meatshields’.  You don’t really be ‘master-and-apprentice’ with her to me, moreso a new person that you gotta debate with about the big differences in ideologies and no real say in her corruption. She is just stuck by circumstances and we gotta keep her. The Sith Warrior is more of a Inquisitor storywise in their differences!  But anyway - have some Ashara venting on the fact she keep having to fight other Jedi and anger to her ‘Master’. I say this happened after the Foundry and on their way to Hoth.
“How could you?” 
Despite himself, Kallig grinned as he looked at the Togruta with that distinct quirk of eyebrow. “Do what exactly?” He asks with a cruel little purr and Ashara squinted back with the seething expected since they first crossed blades with the Jedi on the Republic capital ship. “Why do you drag me on these missions, Si-”
The word hissed as she caught herself in the sudden glow in the Inquisitor’s eyes, nevermind the subtle gathering of power in the room. The quiet warning was half-caught when her skin instinctively tensed as if already ready to receive the punishment. That heartbeat of tension was reflected immediately, Ashara hid her face behind the meditative triangle of her fingers. Breath in. Breath out. “My Lord.” 
The Second Kallig loved to hear it from the former Jedi’s lips. She can deny it all she wanted but at the end of the day, she was his. 
“Why do you bring me to fight with my own?” She asked with forced calm. Her eyes begged for mercy on the matter, but her master wasn’t going to allow it. “You killed a storied legend of the Jedi, don’t you realize that!? You killed him and I...helped.”  “Because they are no longer yours, my apprentice,” Kallig answered with a keen tone. “Because you need to learn that you are no longer a Jedi, not of the Order that you yearn for. That fate was no longer yours to have.” 
“I didn’t want this!” Ashara exclaimed with bared teeth. Her frustration lashed out, she tried to keep it together but her emotions were tearing at her already beaten walls and seeped. “You forced it! You made me choose, to die or be your apprentice! I had no choice!” 
Lord Kallig combed a glint of morbid amusement. “You did. You could have kept to your convictions and died with your honor intact or submit and become something beyond a mere Jedi.” 
“What is that!?” The former Padawan choked, her fingers twitched, and started to fidget. “That is not a choice! I-I…” 
“You what? You didn’t want to die?” The inquisitor challenged with his composure, feeding on her frustration. The raw fury seething under her skin. Do it, girl. Lash out. “Do you know how many whine that to me my whole life? Do you know how little life is for us? Do you know how many died around me like gnats before I even achieved what I have now!? You want to taste the true difference between a Jedi and Sith. Come and test me again, if you have even the conviction that Jedi love to spew.”
Ashara squared her shoulders and her power surged, the feral hate in her eyes pushed and she screamed with a lunge! Her blue saber flashed in its eye-sore colour, missing its mark by a mere motion of fingers. “Don’t patronize me!” She screamed, carrying herself in the redirected momentum with her twin-blade stabbing back for his stomach. A step back to avoid being skewered, Jaden opened his arms in a challenge. “Then prove you’re worth my best.” 
Despite killing Jedi, from Knights and their padawans, even her own Master - this Sith dares to say that. He was nothing more than a rogue Sith Lord and not even a prominent one among the thousands across the galaxy. Ashara screamed out her hate and frustration. If she wasn’t apart of the Order, she doesn’t need to hide her anger in this fate! 
Ashara’s sabers were crisscrossing and slashing with little restraint. Her foundations of Jar’Kai and Djem So pushed to crush this Sith to the floor and more but he always seemed one step away, forcing her to overextend just enough by sweeps of the Force and never making personal contact. “You. Coward! You sack of dung! You loathing, hateful thing!” The Torguta screamed, throwing herself to plunge her blades into his chest. The Sith Lord fell back, rolling on the floor, and kicked his apprentice over with her back slamming harshly on the ship’s wall!
Her lungs punched out of her lips and her vision shook in a flash of concussive white. Ashara almost didn’t feel the pain that was aching through her mind and bones, her outburst made her weary, and when she regained a sense of herself, the young woman recoiled at the sudden crimson blade reaching her face. Head thumped on the wall and Ashara found herself pinned under her tormenter’s lightsaber. Her hands gripped…at nothing! Panicked eyes traced the blade to the maskless man in his armour, holding her lightsabers in his fist. 
“No. I am just smarter.” Kallig said, “You are with me now, Ashara. You are, by all eyes of the galaxy, Sith at best or failed padawan-turned-dark. Whether you like it or not. And you will learn under me and anyone else who thinks they can teach the best lightsaber duelist in their dead master’s class. Your Jedi training will not save you, but it will help.” 
“You are not much older than me, what can you-’ Ashara managed to snipe before the blade came out so close. The lethal heat sizzling at her chin, aimed to end her at his leisure. ‘You can do this my way or would you prefer the traditional way?” 
In the query, his eyes glow threatening in their violet glare. 
Ashara felt the fear coiling her spite and lessened frustration, she already suffered that in their first meeting. Her muscles were burning and something else itching that she didn’t expect nor like. Eyes staring into his before glancing a little. “...Your way.”
Kallig rose his brow again.
“Master.” she sighed in defeat, even if with a little pout. It was enough. Jadus Kelzen, Inheritor of Sith Lords and Devourer of the Dead, didn’t enjoy having this stubborn Jedi as his ‘apprentice’ but she will do. They were in this together and he grinned as he tossed her lightsabers over.
“Good girl. Now...again.”
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cass-drawss · 7 months ago
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The Horrors Of Sweet Apple Acres (chapter three)
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Apple Jack sits on her bed watching the morning rays shine into her bedroom, recalling the events of yesterday. The morning rooster crows and  Apple Jack dashes down the stairs, excited to get her day started, crashing into  Big Mac who is on his way out the door. 
"Are you leavin' Big Mac?" Apple jack asks. " Are you goin' to deliver some..."
Big Mac answers " Eeeyup!"  Already knowing what she was going to ask. Just then Apple Bloom walks in with a big yawn escaping her mouth. 
"Good mornin' yall !"  Apple blossom notices Big Mac all packed up and standing at the front door " Awwwwh your leaving again already, Big Mac?" The small filly goes over and hugs on her older brothers arm. "It seems your always gone on these deliveries" Apple bloom sniffles. 
Apple jack puts her hoof on her little sisters back, who is still attached to Big Mac. "It'll be okay, Sugarcube! He'll be back soon enough. This is just what it takes to run this farm. " Apple Jack then pulls in her siblings for a hug and kisses Apple Bloom on the forehead. " And besides, One day you'll be old enough to help! So maybe we wont be gone so much since you'll be taking a load off us!" Apple Jack chuckles. 
Big Mac says goodbye to the girls and heads off out the front door to deliver the Apple farm specialty goods.  The girls head into the kitchen eager for whatever Granny Smith had made this morning.  Apple Jack sat at the table with her sister while Granny Smith sat down a pot of gravy and a tray of biscuits. 
"Wow Granny! This looks just deeeeelicious!" Apple jack exclaimed, filling her bowl.
" Sure does, Granny! I'm gonna think about this all day!" Followed Apple Bloom already stuffing a biscuit in her mouth.  The three ponies gobbled down their breakfast like there was no tomorrow.  
"Oh my" belches Apple Jack, holding her stomach. " I'm ready for whatever the day brings on today! Speakin' of today... What are you doin' today Apple Bloom?" 
Apple Bloom grows slightly anxious and starts quietly muttering. 
" I'm sorry, Sugarcube, I can't hear ya!" Apple Jack nudges her sister. Apple bloom pushes her sisters arm away.
"I'm goin' to see Pinkie Pie again!" Apple Bloom shouts, quickly covering her mouth. " We were just gonna bake some more!" Apple bloom glances from side to side and taps her hooves together. " And... and Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were gonna be there!"
Apple Jack notices her little sisters squeamish movements and has flashbacks to Lavender Haze's body, cut open, organs hanging outside her body as their being pulled out one by one, all during her constant wiggling which only ended up causing her more pain. Apple Jack flashes back to current moment a little whirlwind and quite possibly turned on. She covers her mouth to try to hide some of her blushing. " Well as long as yall are bein' careful. You gotta remember there are ponies bein kidnapped around here." 
Apple Bloom giggled. " I knoooow, Apple Jack! Don't worry about it I'll be perfectly fine! Anyway I gotta get to school!"  Before Apple Bloom could hurry and run off from the table she was grabbed by her sister. 
" You be safe gettin' to school and Pinkie Pie's, but I'll come and get you from there this evenin'. Don't you leave there until I come and get you. It's not safe out there at night. " Apple Jack insisted. She let her sister go and the filly quickly ran out the door, sweating dripping down her face. Apple Jack walked into the living room to find Granny Smith mending some quilts while also seemingly falling asleep. 
"Well hey Granny! You look tired!" Apple Jack exclaimed, startling Granny Smith fully awake. 
"Oh my! Oh dear, My you startled me." Granny smith says squinting at Apple Jack. " Now what did you say?" 
Apple jack rolled her eyes. " I said, you look tired, Granny." She walked over and sat in the floor next to Granny Smith's chair. 
" Well I am quite tired. I was up late doin' chores around the lower farms and such." Granny coos as she affixes the quilt in her lap. " Its such hard work around here, I really am glad your here helpin' out now." 
Apple Jack scoots closer and taps her hooves on the ground excitedly. " So what are we goin' to be doin today? Are we gonna harvest another pony? "
Granny Smith taps her chin. " Well I reckon we could prepare the next shipment, that way when Big Mac gets back he wouldn't have to worry about gettin' it ready and he can just go ahead and get some rest." Granny Smith sets aside her quilt and gets out her chair. She walks over to a small cupboard on the wall and takes out a big key ring with multiple keys on it. She then walks into the kitchen.
Apple jack follows her into the kitchen feeling anxious. " Uhm Granny? " She starts. "Do you think maybe i could handle this? Since you look pretty darn tired and all. Plus you've been working so hard Granny, you deserve some rest. 
Granny turns back and looks at Apple Jack pondering the the idea. " Well I'm not too sure.." She trails off leaving Apple Jack to interject " I promise Granny. I got this!! You showed me what to do yesterday and I promise I won't cause a panic for the other ponies." Apple Jack pleaded. 
"Oh all right." Granny Smith said, tilting her head to both sides and handing Apple Jack the key ring.  "Now this key is for the first door and this key" She says holding up and big iron key. " this key is the key for the big steel door at the end of the hall. "
Apple jack familiarizers  herself with the keys she'd be needing, but she couldn't help but ask "What about all these other keys?" 
" Now don't you worry about all those, go on now and get to work" Granny spat out and shooed Apple Jack into the side house, slamming the door behind her. Apple Jack thought to herself, "Granny Smith must surely be hiding more than just this, But what else could there be than just this?" Apple Jack pushed aside the shelf in front of the door. She then unlocked the door and started her journey down the long, dark hallway. Once she reached the heavy steel door she stopped. Staring at the door she thought, " Ok AJ here we go. You got this. This is gonna be one of the best days ever. It's only gonna get more fun from here." She then unlocked the door and stepped into The Hole. Making sure to lock the door behind her Apple Jack marveled all around at the prison her family had made for these trapped ponies . She then started to trot around, feeling the gaze of the ponies as she went. She looked upon their hopeless faces wondering who she should approach. She continued to trot around as the sun shone down onto the land. She stopped and checked the crops of the small farms, albeit they weren't doing too well.  She then noticed a Magenta colored pony with shining silver hair. 
Apple Jack walked up to the pony. " Howdy there! How're you doin?"  She said smiling her best smile, which only creeped out the Magenta pony. 
"What's your name?" Apple Jack tried only getting a mumble out of the pony. " I'm sorry, I couldn't hear ya." She said digging her hoof into the dirt, looking back at all the enslaved ponies who were staring at the two. Apple Jack seen a bit of jealousy in their eyes.
"My name is Silver Sugar." Said the pony quietly, as she also gazed upon her peers.
" Well Silver Sugar!  It's your lucky day! You're gettin outta here! Doesn't that sound nice?"  Apple Jack exclaimed to Silver Sugar whose ears perked up.
"I get to leave? You're letting me out?" She asked excitedly. 
"Yep! Its your turn to go!" Apple Jack started to walk. " Follow me on your journey out of this dull ol' Hole!!" Apple Jack giggled. 
Silver Sugar followed Apple Jack who walked toward the shed. She took one last look at all the ponies she'd be imprisoned with. She could only wonder what would happen to them. As the pair stepped into the shed. Silver Sugar looked around the shed seeing there was no door out except the one they came in. Apple Jack locked the door and grabbed a baseball bat that was setting in the corner of the room.
"When do I get to leave?" Silver Sugar started before seeing Apple Jack swing the bat at her. " WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" She shouted before Apple Jack was able to hit her on the head knocking her out. Apple Jack wiped the sweat of her forehead and exhaled. 
"Phwoo that was almost bad." She chuckled tossing the bat to the side. Apple Jack pulled the pony onto the table, locking her in and moving on to the removing her larynx. As Apple Jack waited for her to wake up she arranged the tools she was going to use on a table. Her mind filling up with twisted ideas as she toyed with them. Suddenly Apple Jack heard some rustling and knew her victim was awake. It was time to bring those twisted ideas to fruition. 
Apple Jack turned around and greeted the now awake Silver Sugar. " Howdy!  I'm so glad your awake!" She smiled and watch as Silver Sugar started to struggle in her binds. The pony tried to speak to no avail. She tried and tried to scream for no sound to come out, blood spurting out from her neck wound from the stress. She then started to cry from the pain from her throat and neck and from the realization that she would soon be dead. 
" Don't stress yourself out too much there, that's what I'm 'sposed to be doin'!" Apple Jack chuckled while playing with Silver Sugar's long mane as she began to struggle in her binds again. " Don't try too hard, you'll hurt yourself!" Apple Jack exclaimed sympathetically . " But it probably won't hurt as much as what I'm gonna do to ya!" Apple Jack laughed. 
Silver Sugar stopped moving as harsh, probably already exhausted from the energy she's used. Apple Jack wipes sweat off Silver Sugar's forehead looking into her  fear ridden eyes with a loving expression.  Apple Jack turned around and grabbed her first tool of choice of the table. It was a hacksaw. Once Silver Sugar seen this she was back to struggling fear radiating off of every inch of her body and clear panic in her face. Apple Jack stuck the hacksaw right through the middle of the magenta pony's thigh pushing it in until she hit bone.  The pony's face was so wet from tears at this point it was like somepony had dumped a bucket of water on her face. Apple Jack played with the flesh around the saw watching Silver Sugars face wince in pain and her feeble attempts to scream for help. 
" I spose you might be wondering why your here. Why you were kidnapped and dumped in this Hole." Apple Jack said, dragging an empty bucket towards the table. " I bet you'd like to know. Hmm? Would you?" She asked searching the pony's face for an answer.  She began to saw at the pony's leg, through the bone, and eventually until it was entirely severed from Silver Sugar's body. She then holds up the severed leg in front of Silver Sugar. 
"You see this here? " She waves the leg, blood dripping on the magenta pony's chest. " This here is valuable product. " She drops the leg to the floor and she then runs her hoof all down the pony's body in a sensual manner. " All of this here is very  valuable product." 
Apple Jack grabbed a scalpel from the table behind her and turned back at Silver Sugar once again. Who once again was crying, tears streaming down her face. Apple Jack caresses the tool down Silver Sugar's face, leaving a cut on her cheek. She brings the tool down, sliding it across her body almost producing a ticklish feeling that caused Silver Sugar to wiggle. Apple Jack then quickly cut from her stomach to her chest, causing blood to splash across her face and exposing the magenta pony's insides to the air. Apple Jack inhaled the fresh smell of blood exiting from her warm body. She dug her hoof into the pit of organs that lay in front of her and sloshed around watching Silver Sugars eyes roll to the back of her head as she writhed in pain. Apple Jack then gently pulled out some of her intestines. 
"These here, these will go to out pigs! It's better than throwing it out and they really seem to like it! We save the good stuff for our paying customers." Apple Jack winked at Silver Sugar, yanking out the whole intestine. She then tossed the rope like organ across Silver Sugar's face. She walked behind her head and then wrapping the intestines around the pony's neck. She strengthened her grip and started to pull, effecting choking the pony with her own intestines. Apple Jack watched her writhe in pain and gasp for air for a few seconds before releasing and letting the organ hang at her neck. 
" You make the cutest faces." Apple Jack giggled. " So cute I could just sell you off to get eaten!" 
Apple Jack pulled out a few more organs before noticing Silver Sugar's eyes start to droop. Tossing organs into the bucket she said, " Well it seems our time has come to an end, now i gotta cut you up and prepare you for shipment and into happy customers bellies! Every creature has got to eat." As Silver Sugar's vision started to fade the last thing she sees is Apple Jack loving gaze with blood all across her face. Apple Jack finished hollowing out the magenta pony's body pushing the bucket of organs toward the door. She then began the process of dismembering the limbs and head from the torso, throwing the head to the floor. She laid all of the legs on the table next to the tools. 
After she had skinned the pony, pulled the meat of the bones, and carefully weighed, measured and packed up copious amounts of pony meat, she looked around the shed. Which was covered with blood. 
"Well this is just great!" She sighed as she started to clean up the mess and herself. 
When Apple Jack was finally done and had returned home it was already late afternoon. She walks outside with the bucket of organs dumping them into the pig's trough, calling them to come eat. Granny Smith came outside and trotted up to Apple Jack placing a hoof on her shoulder. 
"It's been awhile Apple Jack, dear. I've been worried something happened." Granny Smith said. 
"Oh, I'm sorry Granny, I was just making sure to take my time to get the job done right." Apple Jack exclaimed proudly.  
Granny smith smiled tenderly. " Well I truly do appreciate your help.   It really is gonna make things run smoother 'round here. " 
" Of course, Granny. I'm gonna wash up and head to Pinkie's to go pick up Apple Bloom, But we'll be back for supper!" Apple Jack said to Granny Smith who was heading back inside to start preparing said supper. 
"Alrighty then dear! Stay safe." Granny Smith said.
After Apple Jack had rinsed herself off with the hose she stood at the gate of Sweet Apple Acres. "Stay safe." Apple Jack mumbled to herself as she walked away from her home and onto her journey to pick up her little sister.
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red-snake15 · 3 years ago
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Can men stop lowering their voices to sound attractive. You guys sound like chainsaws and I can't understand you. I promise your voice is great as it is!!!
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winterscaptain · 4 years ago
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Aaron Hotchner x Gender Neutral Reader
a/n: i cannot tell yall how long i have been working on this one, so i'll save it. thanks to @ssaic-jareau for hanging in there with me as i pulled late nights to make this happen over the weekend!! i love you!! i know it's broad daylight for you while im being irresponsible, but i appreciate it nevertheless. let me know what you think, my lovelies! i cherish your thoughts!
words: 7.4k warnings: language, discussion of sex, canon-typical case events
summary: “we are not people who touch each other carelessly; every point of contact between us feels important, a rush of energy and relief.” veronica roth, allegiant. au!may 2012
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It’s always tough to spend time away from home when you aren’t on a case, but a conference kept you from your boys the last couple of days, on Strauss’s request. Aaron was none too happy about it, but as the junior-most agent in the unit (even with five years under your belt), the shitty seminars and professional development events fell on your shoulders. 
Even though you landed early in the morning, flying coach all the way back from California, there was a whole day with Jack waiting for you and Aaron upon your return. A rare Saturday - no case, no paperwork, just family.
You knock on the door with a knuckle, unable to reach your keys around your bags and breakfast. 
Aaron opens the door with a “Hey!” coated in laughter, kissing your cheek. He’s still in his pajamas. 
You squint at him. “Am I early?”
He snorts. “Never. We’re running late.” He takes the takeout bags and coffee from your hands. “Thank you for breakfast.” 
“Of course. I wanted -” 
Jack runs across the apartment and slams into you full force. “You’re home!” 
You curl around him, your hands on his head and shoulder as he cuddles into you. “I am! I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.”
His voice is muffled by your shirt and it makes you smile. You glance at Aaron over Jack’s head to find a smile. 
“Come look at our fort!” Jack, wearing a blanket cape, takes you by the hand and brings you into the dining room, where the dining room table has been turned into a massive fort fit for a king. 
Or, rather, two kings. 
“Oh my goodness, Jack. This is incredible, little bug. Your architectural prowess knows no bounds.” You look up at Aaron from your place on the floor. “Where’s your cape?” 
His deadpan, as usual, never fails to make you laugh. “Uh, I’m wearing it.” 
Jack continues to drag you all the way under the table until you’re laying on your bellies in the little slap-dash shelter.
Aaron flops down on the floor on the other side of Jack. “We slept in here all night.” 
“Really? That sounds like so much fun.” 
What you mean is, What, with your bad back? 
“Mmhmm,” he replies, only to really say - 
Yep. I feel like shit. 
“Can we sleep in here again tonight, Dad?” Jack asks, turning to Aaron. “All together?” 
You exchange a glance with Aaron, who laughs. 
So much for grown-up plans...
+++
You’re both scrambling to get ready for the bike ride across the mall and day at the Smithsonian when the phone call comes in. 
“Hotchner,” Aaron says, still at the counter, tucking his phone under his chin as he finishes packing the rest of the picnic basket. 
He freezes, hastily bagging some carrots and putting them in the basket before holding the phone in his hand and leaning heavily against the counter. “You’re kidding.” 
That’s not a good tone. 
Jack looks up at you, and you rest your hands on his chest over his shoulders, backing him into you as you watch Aaron with your lip between your teeth. 
“Did they raise the terror alert?”
Shit. 
“Okay. That’s for the best. Um…” He checks his watch. “I’ll get down there now. Yeah….Do you need the rest -” 
With a huff, he meets your eyes and nods. 
You let out a sigh and kiss Jack’s head. He knows the drill and runs off for your phone, still charging in the bedroom. 
“Understood, ma’am. I’ll be there first. We gotta get Jack squared away but I’ll get going while -” He pauses, probably interrupted by Strauss again. “Thank you...Yes...I’ll be there as soon as I can and the rest of the team will meet at the scene.” 
You know that also means you. You also can’t ignore the prick of anxiety that shoots through your belly, knowing he’ll likely be in danger without you for at least a half-hour. 
Jack returns with your phone, Jessica already on the line. 
+++
Aaron, of course, leaves right away while you wait for Jess. 
You sit on the couch with Jack. “I’m so sorry, buddy. We’ll have to do a big day, just the three of us, another time.” 
Jack shrugs. “It’s okay. Sometimes you just gotta catch the bad guys.” 
The offhand nature of his understanding strikes you as instantly hilarious, and he laughs with you when you double over, wiping tears from your eyes. 
“Yeah. Sometimes you just do, kiddo.” 
+++
When you finally arrive at the scene, Dave’s already set up hostage negotiation. You cross the street, finding Will and JJ huddled with Emily and Derek. 
“You okay?” You ask, placing your hand on Will’s shoulder. He’s not just JJ’s not-husband. He’s your friend, too, all on his own. 
“Yeah, jus’ fine.” He shakes his head. “Jus’ a little rattled, is all.” 
“Understandable.” 
His mouth presses into a thin line as he exhales. “Thanks.” He checks his watch. “Y’all should get on back. I think Strauss just showed up.”
JJ kisses his cheek and trots off to meet the rest of the unit. After another hug for Will, you follow suit. 
+++
“The media's calling them the Face Cards. Seven bank robberies in seven months. They've killed one person at each robbery.” Aaron leads the rest of you to the trailer, where the monitors are all set up. 
Dave furrows his brow. “M. O.?” 
“Single gunshot wound. Each of the victims has bled out.” 
That doesn’t make much sense. 
You jump in. “Serial killers with a 30-day cooling-off period and we're only just hearing about this now?” 
“Well, headquarters has always characterized them robbers first and killers second,” Aaron replies, glancing back at you. You roll your eyes. 
Of course they did. 
“No one kills seven people without serious psychopathic tendencies,” Spencer notes. He’s more than right, and you thought the same thing - it’s almost like he took the words out of your mouth. 
“I disagreed with the original assessment. I was overruled.” Aaron’s bland version of frustration is clear in his tone, but he knows, just as you do, that ship has sailed. All you can do now is handle what’s in front of you. 
“So why are we here now?” Dave asks. 
“Because crisis negotiation is overseas.” 
Aaron starts to walk again as JJ asks after more information. Aaron usually rattles it off pretty quickly, but with the quick start this morning, you know he trusts the rest of you to ask the questions you need. “What more do we know about them? 
“They're organized, they're efficient. Each strike lasts about two minutes.” 
Derek, walking beside you, finally joins the conversation. “They gotta be scouting the banks in advance. Why haven't we been able to identify them off of surveillance footage?” 
“They hack the security feed and turn off the cameras, both during the initial canvass and during the robbery, until the masks come back on, and then we're allowed to watch.” Aaron leads you all into the tactical staging truck, watching the security feeds. 
+++
As you continue to watch, the scene becomes clearer, the power dynamics more tangible. 
Dave sees it, too. “They're using the hostages as human shields.” 
JJ, with Will beside her, studies the footage, watching the Queen run around while the King finds himself preoccupied with the Jack’s wound. “This is the first time they've been interrupted. What went wrong?”
“It's a big bank,” Emily says. “It's possible they weren't about to round everybody up before someone triggered an alarm.” 
That’s a fair point, but you ask your question anyway.  “Why haven't they cut the feed now that they've been cornered?”
Derek, still beside you, answers. “Letting us see inside gives up a tactical advantage. They gotta know that.” 
They don't seem to care,” Aaron says, from your other side. 
You’re all silent for another minute, watching to see what happens next. Even though their plans went awry, the team still looks fairly calm and collected, all things considered. 
JJ’s frown only deepens. “They're overconfident. Arrogant, even.” 
“The face card masks add to their narcissism.” Spencer’s voice comes from the end of the line. “Their personas are the royalty of poker.” 
You nod - it’s a great point - while Aaron starts making assignments.  
“JJ, Reid, and Prentiss, look at past robberies. That's gonna be our victimology. Pull another analyst if you need to.” He turns to you, then Dave, on his other side. “I want you two to handle negotiations. And, Morgan, strategize tactical options with MPD.” 
You shuffle, gathering your radio and earpiece from the charger next to Penelope’s computer. 
When the rest of the team leaves, you hang back with Dave, keying into the radio channels and standing by for further instruction - you know there’s more for you in the trailer at the moment. 
Further instruction, though, may have to wait. Strauss climbs the steps into the rig and Aaron greets her. “Chief Strauss.” 
“The Director ordered me to supervise your operation.” 
Of course he did. 
“Puts you right in the spotlight,” Dave says, not unkindly. It’s almost fond. 
You can’t help but hold back a little bit of a smile. If the situation were reversed and it was Aaron at the helm, you’d be proud of him, too. 
“Well, you've got gunmen with hostages in the Capital. The Hill's concerned.” 
Aaron nods, gesturing to you and Dave. “We're about to open lines of communication.”
“What about a tactical assault?”
The three of you shake your heads as Aaron responds. “I don't think it's a good idea. There are hostages in front of the doors and windows.” 
Erin, finally onboard, turns to Dave. “What's your negotiation strategy?” 
“The Jack's bleeding out. They'll ask for medical attention.” 
You hum, a little skeptical, and look back at the feed. “The female unsub might have something to say about that. Look at her body language.” 
Dave follows your gaze. “She is cold and detached. The King seems genuinely concerned about his partner's welfare. But she couldn't give a damn.” 
Your eyebrows raise. “The men probably know each other.” 
Aaron, picking up on your train of thought, flags Penelope, “Garcia?” 
She turns in her chair, already typing. “Shuffling my techno-fabulous deck of databases, sir.” 
And so it begins. 
+++
“I’ll do the talking - I’ll need to establish some rapport with them, but I’ll need you keeping the team updated and coordinating any allowances or personnel as things come up, okay?” 
You nod, a little smile pulling at the side of your mouth. “You got it.” 
Dave claps your shoulder. “You’ll be in this chair one day, so pay attention.” 
“Yes, sir.” 
He dials in and the phone starts ringing through the speaker. You’ll be able to hear everything. 
“Who the hell's this?” You check the monitor. The King picked up the phone. 
Obviously, the Jack can’t pick up the phone, stupid, he’s bleeding out!
“My name is David Rossi. I'm with the FBI. To whom am I speaking?” 
The King doesn’t address the question, but rather looks back toward his fallen compatriot. “All right, I want a doctor sent in, and then I want out of here.” 
Dave checks his watch. “Well, we certainly can discuss that. Let the hostages go and we'll give you all the medical help you need.” 
You take a mental note. Your memories from Dave’s lectures at the academy are fuzzy at best, and you haven’t had very much time handling these things in the field. The last time a major hostage crisis was at hand, you were a hostage yourself. 
A shot hostage, if the chronic nerve pain in your shoulder is any reminder. 
“I can't do that. I need the leverage.” 
“How about a sign of good faith? Send out the women and children and I'll see what I can do.” 
You watch as the King takes the phone away from his mouth. You can vaguely hear him update the Queen, but she’s not having it. She pulls a child from the lineup and your lower lip disappears between your teeth. 
A man, you presume the girl’s father, speaks to the Queen before she shoots him in the abdomen. The King gets back on the line. 
“You better send in some more help or more people are gonna die.” He hangs up. 
Shit. 
+++
“You’re not seriously considering sending an agent in there?” You turn on Hotch and he sighs, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose. 
“We don’t have much of a choice. I’m not the authority on-site and with the director pressing Strauss, there’s not much I can do.” 
The two of you are alone for the time being, so you’re able to rib him for a second to lighten the tension. 
“What’s the point of being unit chief if you can’t lord it over everyone all the time?” 
You're rewarded with a shadow of a smile and a snort. “Don’t be ridiculous. I lord it over you plenty.” 
“Not enough.” Your tone is childish, the words murmured under your breath. 
When he walks away, he taps the side of your ass with the back of his hand. If you weren’t in a professional setting, you could mistake it for a promise. 
But, Aaron, that would be unprofessional!
You turn to look at him and just catch his wink as he hops up the steps behind Strauss. 
+++
With Garcia’s magic and Aaron’s genius, you figure out that the men are related. 
While Rossi hops on the next phone call, you help Derek outfit the medic with a bug and a weapon. 
“We're sending in the medic now, Chris. Tell Oliver help is on the way.” 
Derek nods at the medic and he hops off, heading into the bank. You jog over to the trailer only to find a humorously horrified look on Strauss’s face. 
“Is she…” 
You get closer, looking up at the monitor. 
“...putting on lipstick?” 
You scoff. “She’s vain. Only contributes to a profile of vanity and narcissism. She likes to be seen - this is a game for her.” 
You jog back out before Strauss can respond, taking your place between Aaron and Derek. 
“Green. You gotta go. Green. Go,” Derek says into his mic. 
The agent-turned-medic makes a move and immediately gets a shot between the eyes for his trouble. Your hand files over your mouth and Derek ducks away, taking a second. 
Well, that couldn’t have been any worse. 
You look at Aaron, still staring at the screen, beside you. He’s thinking the same thing. 
+++
Derek walks up to you, kevlar and sunglasses firmly in place. “Tactical's been deployed, snipers are moving into position.” 
At your questioning look, Strauss clarifies. “The Director's ordered a full tactical assault.” 
The look doesn’t leave your face. “His last orders cost us an agent.” 
Radio transmissions fly one ear and out the other, not to mention the flurry of activity around the negotiation tent. Before Strauss can reply, Will’s call shoots past you to Aaron.
“SWAT's getting itchy fingers.” 
Aaron turns, covering his comm mic at his chest. “You remind SWAT that bank robberies are federal jurisdiction. No one fires until they're ordered to.” 
“Right.” 
Will disappears and you suppress a little pleased shudder. Aaron’s very much in control now and it is doing things to your body that are better suited for, well, anywhere else. You tighten the velcro across your chest as if to compress another rush of… nothing useful. 
Aaron turns back to you, Dave, Derek, and Strauss. “All right, when the crossfire starts, what's gonna happen to the hostages caught in the middle?” 
The question is a trap, and Dave doubles down. “That's the wrong call, Erin, and you know it.” 
Strauss falters for a minute, leveling with the rest of you. “It's not my call.” 
Aaron doesn’t let up. “You're here and you're in charge.” His tone is sharper than yours would be in the same situation, but you’re nearly fifteen years younger and a whole four steps down on the totem pole. 
Not for the first time, a rush of affection and gratitude for him crests over your in a wave and you have to look away, taking a deep breath to collect yourself. When you look back, he’s watching you. 
I’m okay. 
He nods as Erin speaks again. 
“So you want me to disobey the Director?” Erin sounds dubious, at best. 
Dave responds quickly. “Yes.” 
Aaron amends, and if the situation wasn’t so tense his correction would almost be funny. “No. I just want you to buy us a little time.” He pauses, wavering for a second as he rephrases. “Don't be quite so efficient.” 
You’re never surprised by Aaron’s political savvy, but it is a nice reminder that he can run circles around every bureaucrat in the district if given the chance. 
“Whatever you're gonna do, do it fast.”
+++
“It’s an impossible ask, Dave. You know JJ will never go for it.” 
“It’s not up to JJ.” Aaron’s voice approaches from behind you. “It’s the director’s call, but mine first.” 
He comes to rest beside you as Dave leaves the two of you alone. 
“What are you gonna do?” You look at Aaron, finding his eyes trained on the monitor, arms crossed over his chest.
He sighs. “If it was you he asked for...” 
You bump his shoulder. “What, not interested in feeding me to serial killers today?” 
It’s a loaded joke, especially for the two of you, but after Emily, you’re past such things. If the situation were reversed, Haley would never stop giving you hell for getting serial-killed the way she did. It’s only fair to return the favor. 
“Over my dead body, baby.” He reaches down to squeeze your hand for a second before letting you go. “Do me a favor?” 
“Anything.” 
“Stay here.” 
+++
You can hear JJ’s anguished shouts from here, beside Dave and the phone. 
Derek has a good enough hold on her, Emily and Aaron protecting him from JJ’s wild elbows. She’s beside herself but eventually breaks free and sprints back toward the trailer. You turn to follow her, just in time to hear a gunshot. 
Will.
+++
You’re all gathered in the trailer as JJ asks the same questions over and over again. Garcia, just like the first time, doesn’t have any answers. 
The static on the monitors is nearly deafening in its silence. 
JJ looks at you for a moment and takes a shaky breath before looking at Hotch. Her eyes are red-rimmed and her voice is broken when she speaks. “Aaron.”
You know he’s never been able to deny her anything. In the entire time you’ve known him, it’s one of the few things that hasn’t changed. 
His eyes don’t budge from hers. “We’re going in.”
+++
You press the heels of your hands to your eyes, trying to stem the stinging from the heat and debris. Your ears ring and you’ve got a scrape on your chin from where you face-planted into the asphalt. 
Eventually, you remove your hands and open your eyes to the early summer sunshine. Your bias is clear enough - Aaron’s the first one you look for and the first one you find.
He’s looking a little dazed and more than a little ruffled, but alive. 
Ignoring the whine in your ears and swiping some blood off your face, you jog over to him, taking stock of him from head to toe. “You alright?”
He doesn’t answer right away, and you realize he probably can’t hear you. An image of Kate reaching for you and the smell of blood flashes into your head, but you push it away. 
His ear…
“Aaron?” You lay a hand on his shoulder and he startles a little, meeting your eyes and coming back to himself all at once. 
He puts his hands on your shoulders, tipping your jaw up with one finger to examine your chin. “You’re hurt.”
“Honey, I’m fine. Your ear…” You follow a small trickle of blood up the side of his neck, rounding him to get a better look. Just as you’d feared, his bad ear is bleeding again. 
He waves off your concern and taps his comm mic, calling for support in quick, clear soundbites. You snag the back of his vest before he can get too far away from you. 
“As soon as you’re done with that, please get it looked at.”
With a sigh, he nods and gestures to your chin. “I will if you do.”
You roll your eyes. 
“Where’s Emily?” You hear Morgan ask JJ as they get their bearings around you. 
With a start, you follow them into the building, attached to a couple of SWAT agents. You know Aaron will get after you for going in before everything’s cleared by bomb squad, but you can’t keep still. 
The heartache you feel for JJ supersedes anything else going on in your head. It’s something that plagues you all the time - the both of you doing this job. Losing Aaron in the field is a stark reality you can hardly consider at any point, especially when evidence of its reality is right in front of you. 
+++
Aaron can’t help himself - he pulls you close after you’re both released by the paramedics, pressing a kiss to your head. It’s almost desperate as he leans back and pulls your collar from your vest, his hands smoothing over your shoulders. 
“I need to debrief SWAT and first responders - can you stay with Dave and help with the media?” 
“Okay. Let me know if you need any extra hands - I’ll send ‘em right over.” 
He smiles at you, soft, small, and affectionate. “Thank you.” 
+++
You pull your phone from your pocket. 
She picks up on the second ring. “Yeah?”
“Hey, Jess.” 
“Hey.” She pauses. “You okay?”
With a shaky sigh, you reply. “Yeah. I’m fine. Aaron’s fine.” 
“I heard about the explosion. Is there anything I can do?” 
“No, we’re fine. Just...Just stay out of the city.” After another breath. “Is Jack okay?” 
She laughs a little. “Yeah. He’s fine. He’s a little anxious but I turned off the TV and we’re headed out to the park for a little while.” 
“Good.” You look over at Aaron, who holds your eyes for a second before returning to his EMS strategy huddle. 
“Be safe and come home to us soon, okay?” 
“Yeah. We will. We love you. Tell Jack we -”
“ - Of course.” 
+++
You follow Spencer through the debris once you’re done handling the media storm with Dave. Picking through the rubble, searching for something - anything - but not finding much. 
Derek’s voice echoes through the ruined, cavernous space that used to be the main lobby. “Everything they've said and done was for a reason. But what doesn't make any sense is she switched the negotiation demand. Chris wanted to go to Switzerland. She changed it to Chad.” 
“They also requested a private plane,” you note, “but no mention of a pilot.” 
Spencer stops, and you almost run into him. Emily stops as well, looking back at the pair of you as Spencer organizes his thoughts. When he’s ready to speak, he says, “Guys, if you think about it, even the dates mean something. In 2004, while she was wreaking havoc abroad, he was dishonorably discharged. Then in 2008, they likely met in Chad. And now this in 2012.” 
Good thought. But then again, when is one of Spencer’s thoughts bad? 
It’s a decent enough question, and you run the gamut of all the surprising and absurd things Spencer’s said in your presence over the years. One in particular comes to mind. 
Evil twin, eviler twin. 
You hold back a little laugh, despite the harrowing circumstances. 
Yeah, that one was pretty bad. 
“Okay.” Derek grabs your attention again. “So, is it a coincidence that those are all election years and they attacked D.C.? Maybe this is a political statement.” 
Emily’s eyes are stuck on something on the ground, but you’re not sure if it’s what she’s really looking at. “No. It's more personal than that. It's their story.” 
Derek’s brow pinches. “What?” 
“All of the details are a part of their story.” 
She starts to leave through one of the shattered windows and you follow her back to the trailer, Spencer and Derek not far behind. She hops up the steps and you take your place beside Aaron once you’re all inside. It’s much cozier in here, with eight of you. 
Spencer fills the rest of the team in on your conversation inside. Unsurprisingly, it’s rote - read like a cold script. 
Emily picks up when he’s done. “Their timeline suggests they were both destructive before they met.” 
“So we're talking about ex-military turning on their country.” Strauss looks and sounds skeptical, but you can’t blame her. In American culture, it’s rather incongruous. 
Now who sounds like Spencer?
“It's rare, but soldiers become disenfranchised no matter what the nationality. And if he met someone like-minded at that time, there'd be no stopping them.”
“So you're thinking they met during the civil unrest in Chad in '08.” Aaron’s voice isn’t skeptical - more probing. You can see the wheels turning behind his eyes. 
“Yeah,” Spencer says. “And one or both of them are pilots.”
“So if Garcia concentrates on that region,” Emily points to an area on a map, lit up on the monitor, “specifically weapons running in and out of Libya, there's a good chance we'll find their paths crossed.”
Penelope types furiously for a moment, her fingers flying over the keys. “Okay, multiple entries into Libya for a private pilot named Matthew Downs in '08, but I don't have her name.” 
“Well, because she had aliases. It's the only way to stay a ghost.” 
Looks like Emily’s Interpol knowledge is coming in handy. 
She continues. “Here's the thing - they are a couple. Regardless of what we believe of them, they will celebrate themselves and their connection.” She turns to Penelope, a thought sparking behind her eyes. “Is there anything that happened on this date in Chad?”
“Oh, you are good, Emily Prentiss.” Penelope types for a moment and you lean forward, watching her work. “But this news is not. Yes, there were multiple explosions on this date in '08.” 
Aaron speaks from beside you. He’s a little closer than you thought, and it startles you a little. 
In fairness, you’re still jumpy from the explosion. 
“Where were the most casualties?” 
“At a church-- no, no, a train. Yep.” 
Morgan squints at the photos of the hulled-out building. “Semtex and C-4?”
Penelope nods while Aaron turns toward Strauss. “Are trains still arriving at Union Station?”
“Yes, but only the authorities are allowed in.” There’s a moment where she almost looks panicked, but collects herself as the rest of you gear up to leave. 
Emily exhales down her nose. “That’s why they needed Will.” 
+++
Aaron drives impossibly fast through the district. You sit in the back seat with Emily, holding onto the handles above the door for dear life. 
You’ve never flashed your badge so many times in such a short period. Aaron tucked his badge into a strap of his vest, just to save time, but still has his credentials locked between his fingers as he drives. If you didn’t trust him so much, it would freak you out a little.  
+++
The comm in your ear crackles as Emily speaks. “I found Will.” 
“Is he mobile?” Aaron’s voice comes both from beside you and your comm - it’s a little disorienting, but you push through. 
“Negative. He's got 6 transmitters on him and this whole place is gonna blow.”
There’s hardly a hesitation in Aaron’s steps as he processes the information. “All right, where are you? I'm on my way.” 
He’d like to think he’s made of steel. 
Sometimes he is. 
“No,” Emily asserts. “You gotta get everyone out. Is the bomb squad here yet?” 
“They're 3 minutes away.” 
“Copy.” She sounds a little disappointed, or maybe frustrated, but doesn’t say anything else.
He turns back to you, holding you by the shoulders. “I want you leading evacuation. Get out of here.” 
Tears prick at your eyes and honestly, this is the first moment you’ve really been afraid. Existentially afraid. Afraid of walking out of this train station and leaving Aaron and Emily and Will to blow up. “I’ll see you later?” 
“Yep. Go.” He tries to push you away, but you resist. 
“Promise?” 
His brown eyes soften as his mouth presses into a thin line. “Can’t. I love you. Get outta here.” 
You bounce on your toes for a second, acutely aware you’re wasting valuable time, before yanking him forward to kiss his cheek before you sprint away from him, shouting instructions to the panicked crowd as you go. 
+++
You catch up with Derek, racing to catch your suspect. He corners him in an alley but can’t quite overpower him. You reach for your sidearm, but by the time you take aim, Downs is already on the ground, a gunshot ringing through the air. 
Startled, you turn over your shoulder to find Aaron still staring down the sight of his Glock. 
Could take an eye out, with that thing.
You sigh and holster your weapon. Derek looks plenty dazed and you don’t blame him. It’s not often he’s on the receiving end of a near-miss in close combat. He looks over your shoulder and you can see something pass between him and Aaron. 
Maybe one day, Derek will know how much Aaron loves and respects him. 
You watch Derek shake it off and stumble as he attempts to rise to his feet. 
Today is not that day. 
Coming to your senses, you trot forward and help him to his feet, brushing wayward asphalt off of him. You turn back to Aaron. “Everything alright?” 
He ignores you, pressing the mic at his chest as he begins to run back toward the station. “Prentiss, what’s your status?”
+++
Seeing Will and Emily leave the building in one piece is a relief. You meet Aaron’s gaze and his eyes are exhausted. The gears in his head still whir. He’s still in game-mode, and it’s a good thing. 
With the logistical nightmare of two bomb threats in one day, there’s a lot of work ahead of you. 
+++
You swing back and forth in your desk chair, brain completely numb from the paperwork. It’s been a long day, and you’ve been up since three this morning, what with your flight back from California. You’re certain you’ve had longer days than this one, but you’re approaching twenty-one hours without sleep and it feels worse than you remember. 
What were we planning to do today?
A bike ride and museum day with Jack seems impossibly long ago. Last week, maybe.
Derek and Emily sit on their desks, attempting to keep a conversation going without much luck. 
They were house-hunting this morning. 
Penelope slowly descends the stairs as Spencer turns in his seat. “The convention’s still happening tomorrow if you want to go.” 
They were at a convention this morning. 
Everyone had lives this morning. Weird.
She makes an uncertain noise. “That whole city-on-the-brink-of-destruction thing kinda took the wind out of my sails, you know?” 
You look up at her as she takes her place beside Spencer. “It’ll get you every time.” 
“You gotta watch out for that,” Emily adds. It makes you smile a little. 
Derek looks a little less amused, reminding Emily they’ll have to finish the inspection another time. Between Spencer and Penelope, Emily cops to a crack in the foundation of her almost-home. 
“That does not sound good,” Penelope says. You can’t help but agree. 
There’s a weird look on Derek’s face, but you ignore it in favor of Strauss’s descent on the stairs. 
“Our unsub,” she says, “is Izzy Rogers. She'll be charged with multiple counts domestically, and our international counterparts will have their turn with her. She will never see the light of day.” A little smile graces her lips. 
You realize with the tiniest of laughs (really - it’s a one on the Aaron Hotchner scale of laugher, which means it’s hardly noticeable to the naked eye) that you don’t hate her or even dislike her as much as you used to. Maybe, you even want her around. 
Don’t push it.  
“I just thought you'd like to know that.” 
The five of you murmur something that sounds like, “Thank you, ma’am.” 
She pulls Derek, probably to kick his ass for something or another and send herself back on your shit list. 
That’s a problem for another time. 
You take Izzy Rogers’s file from Emily, looking over an impressive rap sheet. You’re happy for a few things. 
The first - that Aaron’s not a federal prosecutor anymore. This’ll be a case for the ages. 
The second - you’ll never have to think about her again. 
The third - you’re not sure. You’re sleep-deprived. It’ll come to you. 
She cost me my precious eight hours and I’ll never forgive her. 
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Aaron leave his office. You set the file down and look up at him, halfway-hoping for once he’ll tell you to go home without him. 
“Dave wants to know if everyone is free tomorrow night.” 
Without any inflection at all, you reply. “We better not be doing anything tomorrow night.” 
“Well,” Derek says, interrupting Emily’s snort. “If he’s buying, then I’m definitely in.” 
Emily, Spencer, and Penelope jump onto Derek’s conditional acceptance and a rare smile pulls at Aaron’s face, his dimples on full display. 
“Hear that? We’re in.” 
+++
When you get home, Aaron all-but carries you to bed. With the tenderest of hands, he removes your shoes and socks, unbuttons your pants, slides them down your legs, and throws them in the laundry basket. 
You’re practically wilting where you sit, feeling more and more like a sleepy toddler by the minute. 
Aaron unbuttons your shirt and slips it off your shoulders, kissing each cheek in turn. “I’ll start a shower.” 
You move to protest, but he strips and that mostly shuts you up. He starts the water before he returns to your side.
“I just want to sleep, Aar. Please.” 
“Baby,” he says, a fond little pleading note in his tone. “We just changed the sheets. Do you really want to get semtex all over them?” 
With a huff - “No.” 
He smiles and helps you to your feet. “Didn’t think so.” 
You’re so tired, it doesn't even cross your mind to take advantage of the shared shower or his lack of clothes. By the time he dries you off, tucks you in, and locks the bedroom door to ward off the over-eager six-year-old down the hall, you’re asleep. 
His own exhaustion pulling at him, he doesn’t have the time or energy to cherish how peaceful, safe, and warm you look. He just draws you close to him until he can feel your heartbeat. 
Sleep takes him rapidly after that. 
+++
As Will and JJ exchange their vows, you tuck further into Aaron’s arms. His whisper floats past your ear, barely audible. “Wanna do that sometime?”
“What? Get married?” Your voice is just as quiet. 
“Mhmm.”
“Only if it’s you.”
There’s a kiss pressed to your temple with a smile behind it. “I think I can make that happen.”
You turn your head to the side to keep your snark from carrying. “Please don’t propose to me right now. This weekend’s been long enough.”
Derek kicks the side of your foot from where he stands beside you, unable to hear the conversation but knowing you both well enough to keep you from tumbling down the rabbit hole of distraction. 
Aaron presses another kiss to your temple. “I love you.” You feel it rather than hear it.
You pick up one of his hands and kiss the back of it. You don’t need to say anything. 
+++
Aaron holds you close as you dance together, surrounded by your family. JJ and Will sway back and forth nearby, wrapped entirely in each other. Erin and Dave have been surprisingly brave, dancing and laughing quietly together throughout the evening. 
As nice as it was to just have something for the two of you, sharing your love with your family has its own set of perks. You don’t have to hide anymore or justify your pigheaded protection of the other. 
You can just… be. 
+++
Eventually, Dave calls all the “...fortunately unmarried individuals to the dance floor,” and refuses to let anyone slip through the cracks. 
When Aaron hangs back, drink in-hand and a little smile on his face, Dave calls him out. “Divorcés and widowers, too, c’mon.” He pauses, finding another tactic when Aaron doesn’t move. “If you’re both, you get extra points!” 
Aaron rolls his eyes and you look around, finding an inappropriate amount of humor in JJ’s confused relatives. You can’t help but bark a loud laugh when you see how hard Derek’s trying to keep his mirth at bay.
Too soon for the dead wife jokes? He seems to ask. Can I laugh? 
Something in your eyes gives him tacit permission and he nearly blinds you with his smile. 
When Dave’s tricks fall short, you do your best to pull Aaron from the sideline with your best set of bedroom eyes. He courageously resists, so you give up and settle next to Anderson. “What do you think Dave’s come up with, this time?” 
“God only knows.” 
Anderson, like the rest of you, knows that Dave’s hosting abilities know no bounds. 
“Because so many of you are joyfully unmarried, the newlyweds wanted to make sure there was someone else to suffer the slings and arrows of matrimony with them in the near future. Thus,” he opens his arm to JJ, who appears with her bouquet and a smile, “the bouquet toss will be an equal-opportunity event.” 
With a laugh and a shake of your head, you prepare to duck out of the way. 
You look over at Aaron. This is ridiculous. 
He only shakes his head, hiding his smile behind his drink. And yet…
He leaves the rest of the implication unsaid, but you flip him off for good measure. Your exchange must have taken longer than you thought because before you know it, you have a face full of white roses. It’s over. 
You pull the flowers from your face and level JJ with a glare across the dance floor. “Really?” 
She raises her eyebrows and shrugs. “I turned my back and everything.” 
There are whoops and hollers from your team and you can only roll your eyes. Derek and Will strong-arm Aaron onto the dance floor (you know he let them - if he really wanted to avoid you, they wouldn’t be able to move him an inch), where you’re both cajoled into a kiss and a photo. Penelope’s on the other side of the camera, grinning from ear to ear. 
She waves at Aaron over the camera. “Smile for real, damn you!” 
She amends, adding, “Sir,” for good measure. It has its intended effect and she’s rewarded with a rare, bright laugh from her unit chief. 
Absurd traditions aside, you’d be lying if said you stopped smiling even once. 
+++
As the party settles, some couples stay out on the dance floor, sedately twirling and swaying to the music that continues to play across the yard. 
You and Aaron have relaxed significantly since the Great Bouquet Debacle, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the top two buttons of his shirt undone. You’re sitting across his lap, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, with one of his arms wrapped around your middle and the other draped over your knees - the picture of relaxation. 
Penelope, Derek, Emily, and Will have taken up residence on the other side of the dance floor, their heads close together and voices low.
Aaron’s eyes slide over them as he watches the room, scanning out of habit. “What do you think they’re talking about?”
You lean further into him as four pairs of eyes flicker over to you before returning to their huddle. “Us, probably.” 
He hums, understanding and pensive. “Probably our sex life, right?” 
“Probably,” you sigh, playing at boredom. He covers your hand with one of his and you play with his fingers - lacing, unlacing, kissing his knuckles. 
It’s nice to feel safe, comfortable enough to love each other where curious eyes can see you. 
You can feel his smile against your forehead as he presses a kiss between your brows.  
“I mean,” you continue, “there is a lot to talk about.”
He shrugs, adjusting his arm where it lays across your legs to keep you both comfortable in the seat you share. “That’s true enough. Though, I can’t imagine any of their projections being right.”
+++
“I bet they’re into like…tantric sex. Like hours and hours and hours you know?” Penelope says, conspiracy the top note in her tone. 
Derek looks at her and she backtracks, only a little on the defensive. 
“What? Spencer’s talked to me about it before and I...read.” 
He rolls his eyes, but Emily spares Penelope from any further interrogation. 
“I could see that.” She watches the way your fingers wander over Aaron’s bare forearm, playing with the ridges of his watch, the way his thumb absent-mindedly draws small circles on your outer thigh. “Yeah, actually I think that’s exactly what happens.”
+++
“What do you think they’ve got so far?” 
He plays at boredom. “They’re probably trying to take a guess at anything they can reach - with both of our profiles in Derek’s pocket, he’s going to have the most luck, I think.” 
“Really?” You ask. “Not Emily?” 
He snorts. “No. She has her mind on other things.” 
That holds you up for a second, and you’re not sure if he’s still playing into the bit. “Wait, what do you mean?” 
He shakes his head. “I’ll tell you later.” 
“She’s resigning, isn’t she?” You give up the fun and lay your head in the crook between his neck and shoulder. 
Without thinking, his hand rises to your cheek, affectionately brushing over your cheekbone before dropping back down. “She might be.” 
“Did she do that thing where she sighs really big and then looks off to the upper right middle distance?” 
“Yeah.” 
“Shit.” 
You’re both quiet for a moment, just enjoying the low lull of the music and the lights and the sights and smiles of your family. 
“Hey.” 
You lean back a little and meet Aaron’s eyes. “Yeah?” 
“What’s my tell?” 
The concern drops out of your face all at once. “You think I’m gonna spill just like that so you can go and change it on me? Not a chance.” 
He sighs and his chin tips up in defeat. “So I have one?” 
“Of course you do, stupid.” You flick his chest and a laugh rumbles through him. “Everyone does. You know mine, I know yours. You’re gonna have to get over it.” 
“So you’ve caught me in lies before?” He asks, not without humor. 
“Duh. I’m pretty sure I’ve caught every lie you’ve ever told, but you seemed so proud of yourself that I just let you have it.” 
You can almost feel the eye roll. “Really?” He sounds skeptical. “Name one lie you’ve caught me in.” 
“Alright.” You count off on your fingers. “You dinged my car door a couple of weeks ago, you definitely didn’t drop the bags at Goodwill, you do know it wasn’t Jack who finished the ice cream in the freezer, you -” 
“Okay.” He covers your hands with his and kisses your fingers. “That’s enough. I get it.” 
You kiss his cheek. “I’m sure you’ve caught me in every single lie I’ve ever told, too, huh?” 
“Only every once since the day we met. Yours is obvious.” 
It’s a trap. You don’t take it. “Hmm. That’s convenient.” 
“Isn’t it?” 
You lean back to look at him. “You’re a shit, you know that?” 
He nods and raises his eyebrows, a cheeky, close-mouthed smile slowly creeping across his face. 
You playfully smack his chest with the back of your hand. “Fucker.” 
He says something under his breath and you level him with a look that has him repeating himself. 
“I said, you wish.” 
You roll your eyes and tuck back into his neck, kissing the skin above his collar. You can feel him shiver and you know you’ve got him. “Not just wish, honey. Know.” 
+++
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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 4 years ago
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listen. i gotta write at least one fic per quarter centered around my psych class. this quarter is abnormal psych so yall get some psychiatrist Jaskier and neurology professor Geralt arguing over Conversion Disorder. I- i have no excuse. I am just this way. I don’t know what to tell you. Actually no, blame @geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde and @dani-dandelino for enabling me 
Fun psych fact! Conversion Disorder is a malfunctioning sense or loss of voluntary motor abilities without a medical/neurological cause. Used to require a preceding stressor but the DSM-5 got rid of that and I’m no expert but im defs giving them some side eye for it. Think John Watson’s leg in the BBC Sherlock series, but it can be blindness or loss of hearing or any kind of voluntary motor skill. 
Warnings: i mean, they swear? it’s them debating the causes/diagnostic requirements/ possible faking a disorder. it’s not something that would be a common trigger that i can think of but it’s worth mentioning? 
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“No, you’re not listening to me. The patient wasn't consciously feigning it. I’m not saying they were just in there to fuck with me,” Geralt huffed, setting his cappuccino down and glaring at Jaskier across the tiny café table. 
Jaskier’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he took a deep breath for his rebuttal. The psychiatrist was adamant that he was right and damnit he would argue his point until he turned blue in the face, “But that would go against your theory of a physical root to the disorder! If there’s something neurologically wrong then malingering isn’t possible, Geralt! If you distract the patient from the problem and suddenly it’s gone then it must be psychological!” 
“Bullshit.”
“I swear to Melitelle- you had better back that up with a reason,” Jaskier pinched the bridge of his nose, doing his best not to get angry at the neurologist’s blunt style of… well of everything. 
“It’s your diathesis-stress model! Your discipline came up with it!” Geralt dug around in his bag for his tablet, ranting as he set it up and punched in his pin, “You said it yourself that it's stressors, not capital T Trauma that bring this on! So why don’t other people have the same problem every time they get bad news or a shit grade on their test? A physical predisposition!” 
Jaskier’s eyebrows shot into his hairline, “Oh, so you’ve magically produced evidence of a genetic or physical predisposition when it’s been looked for for decades and not a single abnormality can be found? Please.”
Geralt leaned in and squinted to see his screen better, “No, a change brought on by the stressor that resolves when CD is ‘cured’. I like ‘resolved’ better but Yen insisted on ‘cured’.”
Jaskier snorted into his double sweet mocha with caramel and whip, “That’s not the diathesis-stress model. That’s wishful thinking.”
“If intense emotional stress can cause symptoms of a heart attack why can’t it change the brain structure?” 
His tone was absolutely pissing Jaskier off. It didn’t matter if what he said had any kind of logical backing now. It was all out war. 
“Don’t talk to me like one of your students, Geralt! I will-”
“Look at the thalamus on these scans and tell me what you see,” Geralt was smug. Fuck, Jaskier hated when he was smug. It was harder to stay angry at him when he looked so damn good. 
He shot him a warning glare before inspecting the scans and sighing, “They’re normal.” 
“Yes. Now these.” Geralt toggled to a different window of more scans. 
“They’re also normal.” 
Geralt looked at him in shock, then the scans, then back at Jaskier, “No they’re fucking not!”
The poor barista sent to their table tapped her knuckles on the edge, “I hate to interrupt but we’re closing soon. Can I get you two anything else?”
Jaskier flashed her an apologetic smile, “No, dear, we’re fine. We’ll get out of your hair soon. Promise.” 
She smiled and nodded, then crossed her arms, “I have to ask. Were you two like, forced to work together? Some of the other girls have bets going.”
Geralt was still engrossed in examining his scans but he didn’t miss a beat, answering in unison with Jaskier, “We’re married.” 
The girl laughed and turned back to her coworkers, “Karla you owe me your tips! Suck it!” 
Jaskier shook his head and turned back to Geralt, “Darling, unclench. Maybe your grad student just mislabeled the file.” 
Geralt shot him a glare over the edge of the screen, “Yen saw the abnormality too,” he grumbled. 
“Yen wants tenure,” Jaskier reminded him, laying a tip on their table and standing to shrug on his coat.
“She’s not… You’re right. She would magnify a possible finding to boost her chances,” Geralt pouted as he packed his tablet and followed Jaskier out the door. 
“Maybe send them to Ves?” Jaskier suggested, lacing their fingers together and swinging their arms a bit more dramatically than necessary. 
Geralt shot him a grin, “I’ll put them on the big screen at home. I know I saw it.”
Jaskier rolled his eyes, “As long as you actually come to bed tonight.” 
Geralt used their intertwined hands to pull Jaskier closer, planting a kiss in his hair, “I promise.” 
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