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bi--tboy · 29 days ago

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Friendly Fraternization- 141 x FtM!Reader Part 3 Inside and Out with Gaz

Gaz and Reader learn more about each other and themselves, inside and out

This took me a little bit longer bc I got worried my writing was shit midway lol but I like how it turned out. Enjoy!

“what about trans men?” Gaz asked unprompted as he slid into the seat across from you in the cafeteria. You nearly choked in surprise.

“huh??”

“I mean! You said anal” he whispered, like any soldier had prudish decorum, “was no different with guys and girls! But what about trans guys? They have pussies too but if you have sex with them, it’s gay.”

“Okay, fair, true,” at least you now knew the man’s an ally. Crass, but an ally. “But trans guys’ junk changes. It’s not really the same. Ass is ass, though.”

Gaz looked genuinely curious. “Different?”

“Yeah, on testosterone our clits get bigger and are called t-dicks. We can get tighter, too, and orgasms feel different.”

“…we?” Gaz asked, eyes filling with understanding. Holy shit. You just accidentally came out, again, and it was while explaining your genitals. You might as well pack up your things now. Gaz must’ve seen the panic setting into your face because he raised his hands assuredly.

“It’s alright, mate! My brother-in-law is a trans guy. He’s explained a lot to me, he’s just left that part out,” Gaz tried to lighten the mood, but got serious when you looked like you were still searching for the nearest exit. “I’m not going to tell anyone, I promise. We don’t have to acknowledge this happened, alright?” He offered sincerely. You sighed and nodded. It’s not like you had much of a choice but to trust him. Losing your appetite, you told Gaz you’d catch him later and left the cafeteria. A jog should clear your mind.

The rest of the day went easy. Gaz was truthful, your secret stayed safe with him. You and the 141 had even went out drinking again, and luckily nothing personal was revealed this time. You were still treated as one of the guys; though, Soap had definitely become more friendly with you since that night in the gym. Gaz had also began opening up to you more. You figured he was trying to make up for accidentally outing you by sharing more about himself so you wouldn’t feel as vulnerable. You had to admit, it helped. In time the three of you became quite close.

One day you and Gaz were paired together for sniping practice. You laid in the grass with your rifle, locked onto the practice enemies as Gaz sat close by, telling you how far to aim to hit your target. As you reloaded, you felt like you were being stared at. You turned and had your suspicions confirmed; Gaz was staring right at your ass. You called his name and broke him out of whatever trance he was under.

“Can I help you?”

“No, no, sorry. You just, those pants look good on you.”

You knew it; there was no reason for Gaz to have initiated that conversation about trans guys if he hadn’t thinking about what you said that night at the bar a lot. You started to wonder how long these guys have been waiting to experiment. Clearly it didn’t take much to get the ball rolling. You shifted your weight to give Gaz a better view.

“That’s why I wear them. You ready to focus now?” you teased. If you looked over your shoulder and swayed your hips- no you didn’t.

“Yeah, let me just get into position,” Gaz quietly shuffled until he was straddling your legs, his bulge grazing your ass. He was bold. You liked that.

“Is this position necessary?” you pretended to be annoyed, though you wiggled backwards ever so slightly.

“Yeah, mate. What if we had to snipe between two narrow walls and I had to be on top of you? Never know what war might bring,” Gaz brought his binoculars back to his eyes and began calling out shots again. Despite the obvious distraction, you two still nailed practice, maybe even better than before. When you managed a perfect headshot, Gaz hummed.

“Good boy,” he murmured, bringing his hand to your waist affectionately.

You scoffed, hiding how you felt your dick throb. “Which head are you thinking with, Garrick?”

“Both of them,” He leaned down to whisper, “Reckon I understand what you meant about ass, now. Once you shower after practice, I’ll be in my room. You should stop by.” Gaz rolled his hips making you gasp.

You don’t remember the last time you showered so meticulously- ensuring every inch of you was washed, inside and out. You decided to prep yourself a bit with your fingers just to be safe before making your way to Gaz’s room. You gave his door a confident knock and strutted in when he invited you. He must’ve also just finished up showering, his toned torso bare and decorated with sparse droplets that caught the light. His joggers were slung low on his waist, showing off his v-line. When you met his eyes again, you noticed his face had a dewy, post-skincare glow. Fuck, he is fine.

“Glad you came,” he spoke in a rumbling, soft voice as he reached out to caress your arm.

“This won’t be the only time I cum tonight, I hope,” you joked as you pulled him closer.

“Absolutely not,” Gaz brought you to the bed, nosing your jawline and kissing your neck. “I always make sure my partners get theirs. Army stamina comes in handy.” He laughed gently, blowing warm air on your sensitive skin and making you shiver.

“Let’s see if you can live up to your words, pretty boy,” you challenged as you guided his lips to yours. You had both dressed with the intention of undressing soon, so it didn’t take much for you to both be naked and making out under the covers. When you felt Gaz firming up against your core, you broke the kiss.

“Towel, lube, condoms.” You ordered. Gaz nodded, looking like a loyal puppy as he climbed out of bed to gather the supplies. His obedience sparked something in you, compelling you to ask,

“Do you like being told what to do in the bedroom?”

“It certainly helps,” Gaz offered as he began laying the towel down. “I wouldn’t call myself a submissive, but it’s nice to let someone else call the shots sometimes so I don’t have to think. Might be nice to follow orders tonight,” he looked away shyly, but you had heard exactly what you were hoping for. You nodded and pulled him in for another kiss as he tumbled into bed and on top of you.

“I want you to suck my dick as you finger me open.” Even just saying it to Gaz made your dick throb more. Gaz wasn’t any better, moaning at your words.

He began to make his way down your body, kissing and groping. He admired your top surgery scars with his fingers, then his tongue. Even though there was diminished sensation, seeing him love on your proudest scars caused your nipples to pebble, which he also played with. When he reached your parted legs, Gaz stroked from your knees to the apex of your thighs with his fingertips. He lubed his fingers and pulled back the fat around your dick so he could get a better view. He let out a whistle when he saw your erect length.

“You weren’t kidding about it getting bigger. Fuck, that’s sexy. Looks like it’s made to be sucked on,” He dove in before you could respond, enveloping you in his warm mouth. Though you quickly realized he was trying to get you off as if he was eating a girl out. You placed one hand on his head, the other hand resting behind your head.

You guided his head to start bobbing. “Suck it like you’re smoking a cigarette. Just a different type of fag,” you laughed at your own joke and heard Kyle huff, giving you a tickle. Once he had the rhythm, he began to pet your asshole with his finger, gently relaxing the muscles and slowly pushing in.

“You’re doing so well,” you pushed his head back a bit so you could hold your dick, his fingers still working to scissor you open. Between your fingers, you could tell you had gotten much bigger, and harder. “I want you to make me cum before you fuck me. See this?” you slowly swirled one finger on the head of your cock. “It’s my tip, and it’s the most sensitive. You’re going to keep doing what you were before, while rubbing this part with your tongue. Flick it, go in circles, write the alphabet, whatever. Just don’t go too hard right off the bat, because I’ll end up kicking you,” you weren’t really joking but Kyle wasn’t scared. He found his place between your legs once more and got back to work. Clearly, he wasn’t just a fast learner on the battlefield. His tongue moved so intricately it was hard for you to stay focused. You ground your hips into his face as he pushed in another finger, and trying squirming away when he rapidly flicked the side of your tip. He pinned you down with his free arm and licked the length of your dick to settle you, but once you were in his hold he went back to driving you crazy. His fingers picked up speed as he gave your dick everything he had. You announced your impending climax and told him not to change anything he was doing, which he followed enthusiastically. Your orgasm crested, making you both moan. Gaz licked down to drink your cum and spread the fingers inside you as far as he could. You groaned. Gaz made his way back up your body and resting by your ear.

“You ready for me, baby?” The pet name flowed effortlessly, and your stomach flipped instinctually.

You nodded excitedly. “Let me put your condom on, baby.” You were more intentional with calling Gaz “baby” than he had been, and to your surprise, he just smiled and nodded. But you weren’t against a little romance in your hookups; he was about to literally be inside your body, so letting a little affection slide didn’t seem that big of a deal. He handed you the foil square and sat back against the headboard, welcoming you into his arms. You tore into the wrapping and smoothly rolled the rubber onto Kyle, giving him a tug and squeeze after for good measure and reveling in his reaction.

You pecked his cheek and straddled him, his hands coming to your sides for added stability. You grasped him again as you began to lower yourself, his dick filling you with a unique pressure. You could feel your heartbeat in your rim as he explored your depths, rolling your hips to take more of his length. You both gasped when you managed to sit with him fully inside. You gave him a knowing smirk as you began to bounce, tired of all the foreplay. His grip tightened as he tried not to buck, loving what you were giving him. His eyelids fluttered, the desire to close in ecstasy battling with his need to see the man making him feel so good. You felt your legs getting tired; you wondered which would happen first, your legs giving out or Kyle releasing in you. You quickly found your answer.

“Please,” Gaz panted, “please let me on top,” he was putty under you, but you knew behind those sweet begs was a promise to pound you. Who were you to deny such a sweet request? You dismounted him and laid on your stomach, letting him straddle you in a similar way to how he had been this afternoon, except this time he draped himself over your back, holding you to him with one hand and stroking your dick with the other. You moaned into the pillow, feeling all the force Gaz put behind every thrust. He wasn’t lying earlier about his stamina, and you were learning that through experience. He let loose as he grew closer, moaning wildly and grunting in your ear. He pushed as deep as he could into you and came, pushing you over the edge for the second time. He stayed on top of you a moment before kissing your shoulder and sliding out to remove the condom. You deflated on the bed trying to catch your breath. When Kyle returned, he handed you a glass of water and began massaging the tension out of your legs as you hummed.

“That was good.” You muttered.

“You’re better than any girl I’ve ever had.��

“It was. Though, I don’t think I agree with your original statement, ass is ass.”

“Oh? What did you decide?” You rolled over to face him. He had a stupid look on his face.

#call of duty smut #cod smut #141 x reader #trans male reader #ftm reader #male reader #ftm smut

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loveandleases · 8 months ago

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"Say you want me" For cam 👀

Hey~ It's been so long since I've done a prompt. Thought this prompt list was a good way to get back into it, Below the cut~ (Going to go with college Cam and MC here. This got kinda long...)

“Are you coming or not?" His voice is hushed, as he stares at you from the opposite side of a chain link fence.

You don't know why you followed him out tonight, you don't know why he's this drunk. You shared a beer and a half, now finding yourself running from a frat party.

He always gets, for lack of a better word, brave when he's had a drink.

"Cameron Clarke, get the fuck back here!"

The voice shakes you out of your thoughts as you hear the footsteps getting closer.

You panic slightly, finally climbing over the fence. When on the other side, your eyes meet that of Laron, social chair of Sigma Chi.

You feel your hand being gripped and pulled before your brain can catch up, your lungs burning as Cam leads you across the street making twists and turns around buildings, a few stray college kids having one last hurrah before the upcoming graduation.

You finally come to a halt, bending over to catch your breath. Your heart pounding hard in your chest.

Cam's laughter is just a reminder of the night, one of the last few before you start this next chapter of your lives.

Cam already secured an apartment for himself. Nestled in the city, not too far from your aunt's house. "Just in case she needs me."

You can't help but smile at the sentiment, knowing that's not the only reason Cam will be living in that area.

He finally stops laughing, sitting down on the cold concrete between the two buildings you find yourselves standing near.

"That was amazing. I've never seen you climb so fast. Not even when Auntie's dog tried to get your candy bar."

You shove him as you sit beside him, leaning your head back and closing your eyes, letting your heart calm down.

"What the hell did you do to get them so mad?" You turn to look at Cam, finding he is already looking at you.

His eyes widen, his cheeks red, must be from the running. At least that's what you tell yourself. He clears his throat, but scoots closer to you. Shoulder to shoulder, and hip to hip. His scent is one that's familiar and comforting.

You swallow hard, must be thirsty from the run. At least that's what you tell yourself.

Cam takes his phone and holds it close so you can see.

"What? It's just a picture of us from finals week."

"Look closer." He instructs, leaning closer into you if that is even possible.

You scan the photo. Cam and you stand outside the library looking as if you hadn't slept for a week. Which is quite possible considering how hard you studied for your last exams. Cam's arm wrapped around your shoulder his head leaning against yours smiling ear to ear. Yet you notice he wasn't looking at the camera, instead looking at you.

"Geez, right there look." Cam's voice interrupts your thoughts as you follow his finger to the corner of the photo.

You squint slightly but sure enough, it's Laron and...who is he kissing...wait...holy.

"No way!?" You say rearing back to turn to Cam, whose eyes were staring somewhere close to your lips. You don't miss the dimple on his cheek, the way his heterochromatic eyes look along the lines of your face.

"Yeah, Professor Flynn. I pulled my phone out and he saw it earlier, and said he was going to delete the photo. So I punched him and ran."

Your eyes widen looking to the phone and back to Cam. He was always protective of the photos he took. Didn't matter what the quality was or if it was good enough. To him, they were important, memories.

"You punched him?"

Cam smiled his eyes crinkled and nodded before leaning it on your shoulder. "I couldn't let him delete a part of us. I don't care who he's making out with. Maybe next time don't get in my photo."

A part of..us?

When you don't say anything Cam looks up at you, your face inches away from each other. His hand reaches to your cheek, wiping under your eye gently.

Subconsciously your eyes close, and you lean your face against his hand, against his warmth. His finger stalls, just long enough for you to notice.

To notice you leaning in, his breath warm against your face. Long enough for you to pull away if you want. Yet, you don't.

It's the alcohol. Your lips part slightly. He hesitates. looking over your face. Hesitates, just long enough.

But you barely drank. Your breath catches in your throat.

It's the alcohol. His lips press against yours, warm, and soft.

Lips that have told you the secrets of his life, the secrets he buries deep in his heart. Lips that have supported you every time, every step.

You grab his wrist, clinging to him. Returning the kiss tenfold. He moans a sweet sound. An alluring sound.

You don't stop as his tongue flicks against your own. Asking for permission. Asking for acceptance. And you grant it easily, as your back presses against the building. His hand slid to your hip, holding you tight.

He pulls away, and you force yourself to hold back a whine. Opening your eyes you look at him. His are heavy with want, with desire.

"Say you want me." It's quiet, meek in a way. You could hear his voice quiver when he said it.

You look at him, truly look at the man before you. "I.."

"Clarke!"

You both turn frozen, seeing Laron turning the corner and staring at you. Fuck, this is not going to be good.

It was the alcohol.

#love and leases #loveandleases #cam #asks #prompt list #this got so long #i got lost in cam x mc #upcoming if #twine interactive fiction

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kissingchoso · 2 years ago

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guys who you’re in a friends with benefits relationship in but they can’t help but to act like your actual boyfriend. he picks up your favorite food whenever he’s coming around to your place, has an entire drawer in his bedroom that’s dedicated to your clothes you’ve left over the months, texts you clingy messages to the point where anyone reading would rightfully assume you’re dating!

him: ‘there’s a new art exhibit opening tomorrow in the city. let’s go. we can get lunch after.’

he’d proceed to send you a link of the museum you’ve been meaning to go to for some time now. the exhibit looks promising as a lot of the new art have been made by a lot of individuals across different countries, all with the focus of environmentalism and the human body. to say you were intruiged was an understatement.

you: ‘that sounds fun!! there’s this really delicious korean bbq place not too far from there too! pick me up at 10 ^^'

he shows up at 9:30, claiming he didn’t want to be late but he likes to watch you finish your entire routine. he even takes the liberty to make sure your purse is fully packed, even putting your wallet back on the top of your dresser just to make sure he’s the only one paying for everything today.

when you finish and turn to him to get his review, he grabs you and pulls you in close. “you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever laid eyes on, you know that?” he asks, head tilted slightly to the right and a growing smile on his lips.

you return the smile tenfold, his heart racing at your reciprocation. not wanting to smear off the lipgloss on your lips, he places a couple of kisses on your forehead, nose and cheek before pulling away finally and handing your purse to you.

he takes you on the best date ever. from the museum, photo ops he took of you, even to the delicious restaurant afterwards, he’s fully satisfied with how it ended up being. the shine in your eyes when you are having genuine fun with him. it’s never awkward nor filled with uncomfortable silence. the conversation is genuine through and through and you love it.

it gets even better when you ask him to come back and stay the night. you two share a secret dance where only the two of you know. his hips are unrelenting the whole time while his fingers constantly rub against that special spot that leaves you panting and wanting more. round after round, it’s never ending. his movements are so cruel but his words are sweet, leaving you properly dizzy and at his complete mercy.

“last one pretty girl,” he groans from above you, hips snapping against your ass while he has two right fingers rubbing nonstop against your clit.

all you can do is whimper from beneath him, grip on your perfectly cleaned sheets becoming looser as time progresses.

he hisses when you clench around him, unable to stop his hips from shaking when you actively are performing kegels on his cock. “fuck i’m gonna cum,” he grunts from above you. “cum with me, pretty. you can do it, i know you can.”

he coaxes his last orgasm out of you with no issue, prompting his own release not too long after. his seed fills your wet cunt, already having some escape through the crevices the longer he stays buried in your holy but he can’t help himself. you’re just too warm.

the only time he lets you go is when your body can’t hold itself up anymore and you collapse forward in bed. there’s a hiss from him when he slips out of you but he’s comfortable to watching the show in front of him, which is when his cum dribbles out of your aching pussy and staining the innocent sheets below. he’s immensely proud of you and shows it by leaving kisses up your backside until he reaches your cheekbone.

it pulls you out of sleep momentarily, long enough to hear his question, “still want me to stay the night, honey?” always the one to make sure.

all you could do is nod and mutter out a please before he’s fully assured.

don’t worry your fuzzy brain any longer. just go to sleep while your not-boyfriend gets your room settled by turning your fan on for the night and your little nightlight you have by your bathroom door. once the overheads are off, he’s tucking himself back into your side so that he can greedily pull you into his arms and doze off for himself.

tanaka, bokuto, HINATA (im biased), ARAN (also biased), osamu, suna, GETOU, yuuta, kazuha, zhongli (but only bc this man loves fwb relations), kaveh, DILUC, aether, CHILDE, AYATO, and ofc any of your favs <3

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toshidou · 2 years ago

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who’s gonna bite the bullet and ask about chubby chaser gaz? me. because holy shit that’s making my brain MELT right now. every single one of the 141 is so good at making a plus size partner feel beautiful but i just feel like gaz takes it to a whole other level. i am begging for your thoughts. 🫳🏻👑 i am handing you a crown in exchange

⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 ⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆

There isn't a human sweeter than chubby chaser Gaz. Over the years, you've become far too numb to the routine of listening to men laugh and shame you in front of their friends, only to appear in your Tinder messages, begging for a chance to "fuck that fat ass". So when Gaz took up the seat next to you, dressed unmistakably in military attire, you could only let out a weary sigh and prepare yourself for the worst.

Except, he made no lewd comments, no uncomfortable forward advances. He made you laugh, made you shy, made you feel so utterly human it almost knocked you sick, because how long has it been since someone did the bare minimum and made you forget about every awful thing that could come with his attention?

And despite the fact that the handsome stranger next to you had done little to even suggest that all he wanted out of this encounter was you sandwiched between him and his mattress, it's you that takes a handful of his shirt to push your lips to his, it's you who mumbles pitiful little begs for him to take you to bed.

He doesn't fuck you like other man have, hastily, as though they're scared of getting caught with you, scared of realising that they're attracted to the way your stomach jiggles with every slap of their hips against your ass. Gaz takes his time, he practically worships you, makes you sing as his wraps your thighs around his head and devours you with a desperation you cannot even begin to fathom.

He treats your body as though it was chiselled by the Gods themselves, marvels at every stretch mark, runs his tongue over the scarred skin like it's sacred, holy.

"Still don't believe you're real, love," He'll whisper as he runs his hands up your side, letting his fingers sink into the soft flesh as he goes, "Never seen anyone as beautiful as you. Gotta be an angel or something, yeah?"

And you'll sigh dreamily into the easy compliment, letting his words soak into your skin and fill you with a blooming sense of pride, of genuine self-love, because how could you not believe him when he's gazing at you like you hung the very stars in the night sky?

#☁︎⋅asks #☁︎⋅writing #this got soft #mainly because gaz just is that guy??#he's so?????#he's just so genuine and gentle in his own ways #gaz appreciation hours are always open #always always always #gaz imagine #kyle gaz garrick #gaz garrick #kyle garrick #gaz mw2 #gaz x reader #gaz cod #gaz x you #kyle garrick x you #kyle garrick x reader

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uramilf · 2 years ago

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Tease

Matty Healy x fem!reader smut

A/N: Matty and the reader are friends with benefits

Warnings: SMUT. P in v, unprotected sex, sending nudes, hickeys, masturbation, mention of smoking weed, light bondage, there’s literally one mention of blood in there somewhere, not proofread oops

MINORS NOT WELCOME!!!! 18+

It was Tuesday and I was on my second day off. Jamie had assured me that the Dirty Hit office would survive without me for a week and urged me to take some time to myself. I was enjoying the peace and quiet, a stark contrast to the noisy environment I usually put up with at work; George’s laugh, Ross’s ridiculous jokes, Adam’s protesting when the other boys got on his nerves, and of course, Matty’s constant bullshitting.

However, as I went about my day, I couldn’t stop imagining him at work all hot and bothered, thinking of me, awaiting my return just so he could stare at me from across the studio. My mind wandered and I thought of the new underwear I had bought to wear the next time the boys and I went out clubbing, as he would no doubt end up in my bed again. But we were all busy; who knew how long it would be until we all hung out again? There was no point in putting such gorgeous lingerie to waste.

Grinning to myself, I stripped off my pyjamas and hunted through my drawers for the lacy, forest green bra and pants. I removed the underwear I was wearing and slid the lacy green thong on, before putting on the push-up bra and clasping it at the back, admiring the way it made my tits look. They looked fuller, rounder, and much much better than usual.

Reaching for my phone, I posed in front of the mirror with my chest pushed out and a hand on my hip and took a photo. For the next picture, I removed the bra and held my boobs together with my left hand, taking the photo with my right. For the third photo I let go of my breasts and took a photo of them completely bare. Finally I removed the thong and photographed myself fully naked in front of my bedroom mirror. Getting quickly dressed again, I scrolled through my contacts until I found his name.

Y/N - You missing me yet?

🎸Matty🎸- Absolutely not. I’ve never had so much peace and quiet at work

Y/N - I reckon I could change your mind about that :)

🎸Matty🎸 - How are you gonna do that now love?

With that, I sent the four photos I have taken in front of the mirror. They were instantly marked “seen” and he typed for a moment before disappearing. I frowned. Didn’t he like them? Maybe I had gone too far. Maybe he was just to busy to reply right now. Holy fuck, did he hate me now? I threw my phone down on the bed and left my bedroom, going downstairs to the kitchen.

After smoking a joint I was thankfully able to calm myself down and enjoy my night, the photos and Matty far from my mind. I settled in the living room to watch a movie, choosing True Romance after some browsing. As the movie played, the front door opened and I heard footsteps through the hall. Confused, I stood up and went to check. No sooner had I opened the door had Matty pinned me up against the wall and smashed his lips onto mine. We made out for a good few minutes; tongues fighting for dominance, my hands in his hair and his on my face, clutching my waist, grabbing at my ass.

Eventually he broke away from the kiss, breathing heavily. “You bitch. You have no idea what you did to me today. You knew I was at work. I had to sit in the studio with a fucking boner all afternoon,” he grinned. I smiled back. “So you did like the photos then.”

“You thought I didn’t like them?”

“You left me on opened dickhead!”

“Because I wasn’t gonna start sexting you at work like a perv!”

“I wish you had, it wouldn’t have stressed me out so much!”

He laughed then, taking my hands in his. “I’m sorry you thought I was ignoring you darling. But I would never do that to you. You’re so gorgeous, I want you every minute of every day.”

I blushed; he had never been this romantic with me before. Usually we just had a quick fuck and got on with our lives, but this time was different.

Matty’s hands dropped to my waist again and he pulled me in for another kiss. This one was softer, slower. He lifted his hands to cup my face as he kept kissing me, and my hands fell from being entangled in his dark curls to being laced around his neck. He broke away again, looking into my eyes and grinning. “You’re gorgeous, love.”

All was quiet for a moment, until he exclaimed “Hey! You’re watching True Romance without me, you cunt!” I giggled and took his hand, pulling him upstairs.

“Fuck me properly first, then we’ll put it back to the start and watch it together.” He was not opposed to this, and he stopped me halfway up the stairs to throw me over his shoulder, carrying me down the hallway until we reached my room and tossing me on the bed.

Matty was dressed in his usual “Truman Black-esque” outfit, and it turned me on incredibly quickly. He yanked his tie off from around his neck and started to unbutton his very expensive white shirt whilst kicking off his black shoes. He unbuttoned his black trousers and tugged them off, leaving him in a pair of black Calvins, which I could clearly see the outline of his hard-on through. He smirked and grabbed my hands, pulling me to my feet. “Your turn, darling.”

He lifted my top above my head, leaving me in the very bra he had received a photo of earlier. He breathed out slowly, taking in my appearance. He then pulled my pyjama bottoms down my legs and I stepped out of them. Matty reached behind my back and unclamped my bra with one hand, making me smile. He attached his lips to my neck, working his way down to my breasts. I was getting desperate now, and I couldn’t help but beg him to do more.

“Please touch me Matty, please, I need to feel you.”

“After you teased me like that today? I don’t know if I should touch you at all.”

“Please Matty, I promise I’ll be good for you. Please just touch me.”

Matty just laughed and pushed me back onto the bed. He told me to lift my hips and yanked my dark green thong down my legs, throwing it not on top of my pile of clothes, but on top of his own. No doubt he would try to sneak them into his pocket when he left.

My pussy was dripping now, and he knew it. “Fuck darling, who’s got you this wet?”

I just whimpered in an embarrassingly desperate fashion, making him smirk. “C’mon love, tell me who did this to you.”

“You did, Matty! You made me this wet.”

“Good girl, you’re so dirty aren’t you?”

I whined in anticipation, my hand tracing from my tits, to much stomach, to circle around my clit. Matty noticed and grabbed my wrist, shaking his head.

“Who said you were allowed to do that?”

I moaned shamelessly. “Please baby, touch me.”

He lifted both my hands above my head and pushed them against the headboard, before taking his tie from the floor and using it to bind my hands together. I wriggled around a little to make sure I couldn’t get out, and when he was sure it was perfect, he ran his hands down my sides until he reached my hips. Lowering his head to my tits, he pulled my nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. Matty pulled away and began to suck dark red marks into the skin of my breast, grinning as I moaned and squirmed under him.

Matty stood up and removed his boxers quickly. My eyes widened when I saw how hard he was, precum dripping from his tip. I began begging him again: “please babe, I need to feel you, please just fuck me.”

Suddenly he smirked at me and shook his head. “No, I don’t think I will actually.”

“Please Matty, please.”

“You were so naughty today, teasing me at work, that I don’t think you deserve it. I think I’ll get myself off and make you watch.”

He reached down and began to run his hand up and down his hard length, groaning and saying my name under his breath. Matty started to move faster, nearing his release as I stared in shock, still begging him to fuck me instead. His cock was twitching in his hand and I could tell he was close.

He stopped suddenly and looked down at me. “How much do you want me, angel?”

“So much Matty. Please please just fuck me.”

Climbing back onto the bed and hovering over me he lined himself up with my dripping cunt and entered me, stretching me out and making me scream his name. He started slow, thrusting gently in and out, kissing my neck and whispering sweetly in my ear. His pace started to build and his moans overcame his speech. Fucking into me roughly, hitting my g-spot every time, he was panting heavily and beads of sweat were forming on his tattooed chest. I longed to touch him, to pull his dark curls, to clutch his muscular biceps and scratch his back with my nails until he bled.

“Please untie me baby. I need to touch you. Please let me touch you.”

He slowed his pace for a moment to untie my hands, allowing me to tangle my hands into his hair and pull him down into a messy kiss, tongues clashing.

As he sped up again I was screaming, feeling bad for my neighbours, knowing they would definitely know what was going on. Matty’s thrusts became sloppy and I could tell he was close, as was I. As my orgasm hit, my pussy clenching around his cock sent him over the edge. He pulled out of me and thick spurts of cum landed on my chest and stomach as well as on his own hand. He ran a finger over my breast before telling me to clean it, and I obliged, taking his finger into my mouth and tasting him. He lay down beside me, pulling me closer to him, not concerned about how messy he had made me. He grabbed a tissue from the bedside table and cleaned me up, before pulling his boxers on and hunting through my drawers for clothes he had left in my house. He pulled out two pairs of sweatpants and two t-shirts (all his). He pulled a pair of sweatpants and a shirt on before helping me stand up and dressing me in his clothes too.

When we were both fully dressed, he pulled me into his chest and hugged me tightly. “You’re incredible darling,” he whispered, making me smile to myself. I tilted my head up to look at him and he leaned down to plant a kiss on my lips. Matty lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, letting him carry me downstairs and settle me in his lap on the sofa, where we restarted True Romance and watched until I fell asleep in his arms.

I didn’t remember much that happened then, but I knew he carried me back to bed and held me close to his chest before whispering “goodnight my angel,” and letting me drift off back to sleep in his embrace.

A/N: Two posts in one day wtf? More to come as there are lots of completed fics somewhere on my laptop lol, guys please tell me what you think of this because I am new to posting my work and shitting myself :)

#matty #matty healy smut #matty healy x reader #matty healy #matty healy imagine #the 1975 #the 1975 smut #the 1975 imagines #george daniel #adam hann #ross macdonald #smut

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lemoncrushh · 6 months ago

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Too Far From Texas | Chapter Two

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I stared at the blank screen for a good ten minutes before I started typing. Finally, the words started coming to me, though I felt like it was just drivel, something to write just for the sake of writing. I let out a sigh of relief when I was interrupted a few minutes later by someone clearing his throat in the doorway.

“Stacey Barnett?” the young man asked.

“Yes,” I nodded.

“Delivery for you,” he announced. “Where would you like these?”

My eyes widened when I saw the enormous arrangement of flowers in his hand.

“Um…” I blinked. “I guess right here is fine.”

I pushed away a stack of folders and papers to my left, giving him ample space to set the bouquet. I watched as he set it down and turned toward the door.

“Don’t I need to sign something?” I inquired.

“Once I get everything in,” he replied.

“What?” I sounded, raising a brow, but the man had already disappeared.

Two seconds later he returned pushing a cart holding two large boxes, a clipboard atop them. He rounded my desk before lifting the boxes, which looked to be heavy, and setting them on the floor. Then with a heavy breath, he handed me the clipboard and a pen.

“Sign here, please,” he requested.

“Who is this from?” I asked him.

“Don’t know, ma’am,” the young man shook his head. “I’m just the delivery service.”

I signed my name in a hasty scribble, handing him back the clipboard. He nodded good day and I stared at the flowers as he walked away. There was no card attached to give me any clue from whom it was. Just as I rose from my chair to inspect the boxes, another cart was being pushed through the door, this one two-tiered and covered in food.

“What in the world?” I exclaimed. “I didn’t order any catering.”

“No ma’am,” said the tall, thin man standing behind the cart. “This was a special request that just came in this morning.”

“From who?”

“From a...uh…” he pulled a slip of paper from the pocket of his apron, “Styles.”

My mouth fell open as I glared at the man, then at the food, realization setting in. I swallowed hard, pushing my hair behind my ears.

“Would you prefer I leave the food here, or is there a kitchen you’d rather store it in?”

I blinked. “Um...yeah, maybe the conference room?”

“Sure thing,” the young man nodded. “Lead the way.”

I walked past him to the hallway and around the corner to the large conference room that was supposed to be for meeting purposes, but we rarely used. The wheels of the cart squeaked behind me as I pushed open the door. I helped remove the food from the cart and placed it on the long table. Once everything was cleared, I stood with my hands on my hips, noticing just how much food there was. A variety of sandwiches, fruit, a veggie tray, pasta, two kinds of salads, bread, cookies and even a cake. And of course, no lunch would be complete without various cans of soda and bottles of water. Did we really need Ozarka, Fiji and Perrier?

“If you could just sign this, please,” I heard the man say, though he suddenly sounded far away. “Payment is all taken care of.”

Slowly taking the slip of paper from him, I signed my name once again.

“Enjoy your lunch,” he called as he pushed the squeaky cart out of the room.

“Holy shit!” I heard Lorelei’s voice exclaim behind me. I turned to see her standing in the doorway. “Who ordered catering?”

“Apparently Harry Styles did,” I shrugged.

“What?” Lorelei’s eyes popped as she stepped inside and walked to the table. She grabbed a strawberry from the fruit tray and took a generous bite. “Mmm! Oh my God, these are fresh!”

“Alright, lunch!” I heard another voice behind me declare. Terrance, one of our lead editors stepped around me to grab a fancy plastic plate, quickly filling it with sandwiches and fruit. “Did I miss the memo about a meeting or something?”

“No,” I shook my head. “Just a friendly gesture.”

“I’ll say,” Lorelei muttered under her breath. I shot her a look as I heard Terrance say thanks, apparently under the assumption it had been my own gesture.

As more employees got word of the free food and began to pile into the conference room, I took the opportunity to slip out, returning to my office and shutting the door. I sucked in my lips as I pulled open a drawer and grabbed a box cutter before I walked around the desk to the boxes that sat on the floor.

Easily tearing open the first box, I retrieved an envelope that sat just inside. It simply had my name printed on the front, but somehow, I knew it was his handwriting. I opened it hesitantly, pulling out a single piece of paper.

Dear Stacey -

I enjoyed meeting you Saturday. I read your book and it was excellent. I’m not exactly sure if we could “call it even” though, so I’m sending along some gifts for your daughters. I hope they enjoy them.

All the love. Harry.

P.S. The flowers are for you. x

I couldn’t have stopped the smile on my lips if I’d tried. Returning the letter to its envelope, I placed it next to the flowers on the desk. Inhaling deeply, I took in their aroma. Then I closed the box, not wanting to look inside just yet. I’d let the girls open it later and join in their glory.

When I made it back to the conference room, it was full of people and chatter. I smiled at Sonia from Accounting as I reached over and grabbed a plate.

“So, what is all this?�� Lorelei whispered in my ear when I sat down and opened a water bottle.

I shrugged. “He was being nice.”

Lorelei glared at me. “Nice is buying our book and getting you another latte. This is something way more than nice.”

“He sent two boxes full of merch for Jaz and Em too,” I remarked before biting into a carrot. “And flowers for me.”

Although I wasn’t looking right at her, I could see Lorelei’s mouth form an ‘O’ out of the corner of my eye. I took a sip of my water and set it back on the table before she finally said my name.

“Stacey...” she began, “You’ve obviously made some sort of impression on him.”

Jabbing my plastic fork in my salad, I raised a brow. “And why wouldn’t I?”

Lorelei chuckled, dipping another strawberry in the fruit dip.

“Seriously though,” I said, “I think he just feels bad for knocking into me and making me spill my coffee. He’s very sweet.”

“Hmm,” Lorelei pursed her lips. “His mum raised him right.”

“Exactly.”

After filling my face with cake - Italian Creme, my favorite, how on earth did he know? - I took a quick bathroom break before heading back to my office. I tried my best to concentrate on the writing I’d planned to get done that day, but the mouthwatering scent of lilies and roses was making me light-headed. My fingers freezing over the keyboard, I debated whether or not to call the delivery company or the restaurant from which the food was catered to see if they could possibly give me a contact number for Harry Styles. But knowing who he was, the likelihood of that was slim to none.

By four o’clock I’d managed to get at least a handful of pages written, despite getting interrupted with other work that my job demanded, including a few random visits from Lorelei. I let out a huff as my phone rang on my desk once more, sure that I would have to answer a question with a simple yes or no.

“This is Stacey,” I voiced, though not in a pleasant way.

“Hi Stacey, this is Harry Styles, how are you?”

I literally felt my face soften as I sat back in my chair. “Hi, Harry. I’m wonderful, thank you.”

“Good, I trust you got everything I sent?”

I could hear the smile in his voice, which made me picture his dimples, which in turn made me smile.

“Yes,” I pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. I did this a lot. I took a mental note. “I want to thank you, Harry, this is just...too kind. And completely unnecessary, I-”

“Nonsense,” he insisted. “It’s my pleasure.”

“Hmm,” I sounded, biting my lip. “Well, I can’t thank you enough. The girls are gonna go nuts tonight when I take these boxes home.”

“I’m glad,” Harry chuckled. “Speaking of tonight...um...I’m still in Houston until tomorrow. I was wondering if you’d like to join me for dinner.”

“Oh...I-” I stumbled. “Um...tonight?”

I heard a small giggle before he said, “Yeah.”

“Oh, I’d...I’d love to Harry, but-”

“But what?”

I couldn’t help but feel a tingle on my skin at the sound of him saying “what”, not quite pronouncing the T at the end. He was so adorable and charming. And he was honest to goodness asking me out to dinner. Like a date. Suddenly, I couldn’t think of an excuse as to why I couldn’t go.

“But nothing,” I surrendered with a sigh. “I’d love to have dinner.”

“Great,” Harry replied. “There seems to be a lovely Italian restaurant across from my hotel. Do you like Italian?”

“Love it,” I commented.

“Wonderful. Shall I come pick you up or…”

“Oh no, Harry,” I interrupted. “I actually live outside of the city. It would be silly for you go out of your way and then come all the way back.”

“Honestly, it’s no trouble. I can send a car-”

“Please, no,” I argued. “I can meet you there, it’s fine.”

“Stacey…” Harry said, his voice gentle yet firm. “I’m gonna pick you up, okay?”

A tiny sound escaped my lips as I nodded with the phone to my ear. “Okay.”

I gave Harry my address and we made plans for him to meet me at my apartment at 7:30. Even though I still thought it was a bit much, I didn’t want to come off rude since he was being so gracious. I gave him my cell number and by the time I hung up, I was nearly giddy with excitement, though I was trying my best to contain it.

“Lorelei,” I practically whispered when I rang her office. “Get in here.”

“What is it?” she pranced into the room ten seconds later, her heels clicking.

“We’re having dinner,” I muttered.

“We who, you and me?”

I shook my head. “Harry just called me.”

Lorelei raised her brows as a grin slowly spread across her face. In her typical fashion, she perched herself on the edge of my desk.

“What did I tell you?”

“Okay, so maybe he’s not just trying to pay for my blazer,” I remarked, feeling myself blushing.

“Please,” she smirked. “These flowers alone cost more than that Macy’s reject.” She leaned forward to inspect the fragrance. “Do you need me to babysit?”

“Oh my God, Lor, would you?”

“Of course,” she nodded. “I love your girls, and they love me.”

“You’re amazing, thank you.”

She beamed at me as she climbed off the desk. She knew how much I hated to ask my mother. Not that she didn’t ever watch my kids for me. She was just very good at making me feel like I was putting her out when I asked. Especially if it was last minute.

“So what are you gonna wear tonight?” Lorelei inquired. “I suggest something dark brown.”

“Bite me,” I sneered.

Lorelei chuckled, tossing her blonde locks over her shoulder. “Joking my dear. But I do think that black number you wore to the New Years party would knock his socks off.”

“Lor, that’s too fancy,” I crinkled my nose.

“Are you going to McDonald’s?”

I laughed. “No, but it’s not exactly a disco ball affair either. Maybe something a little less revealing.”

“Okay but…” she sighed, “please promise me you won’t go looking like you just came from a PTA meeting.”

I held my hands up. “I promise.”

I must’ve heard at least ten “oh my god”s in the last five minutes, and we weren’t even through the first box yet. Emery was the happiest nine-year-old I’d ever seen going through the items that Harry had sent. Jasmine was smiling big too, sometimes saying his name when she recognized his face on the merchandise.

I had to admit, I was pretty darn excited about the stuff too. His album wasn’t being officially released until the next Friday, but he’d sent copies for each of the girls and signed them, along with promo photos, posters, hats, bracelets, tote bags, keychains, and lots of other goodies.

When we tore into the second box, Emery was in heaven. It was all One Direction merch, from various stages of their career. I chuckled as she held a small pillow to her face. I kissed her on the cheek and told her I needed to start getting ready.

I was applying my lipstick when the doorbell rang, alerting me of Lorelei’s arrival. Emery shouted her announcement that she’d get it and within seconds I heard a squeal of delight. I walked into the living room just as Emery was pulling on Lorelei’s arm, guiding her to the boxes.

“He sent this all to me!” she exclaimed. “Well, to me and Jasmine.”

“I see!” said Lorelei as she sat down on the couch, her eyes wide. “Wow!” When I giggled, she lifted her head to see me. “Speaking of wow…”

“Is this okay?” I shrugged. I’d chosen an aqua blue dress that I rarely wore because I felt like it was too nice for work. I’d actually forgotten I had it until I dug through my closet and found it in the back.

“Definitely,” Lorelei nodded. “You look gorgeous.”

“Mommy, you’re so pretty!” Emery danced to me, wrapping her arms around my waist.

“Thank you, baby,” I kissed her forehead. “Be good for Lorelei, okay?”

She nodded before skipping back to her boxes. I hadn’t told her Harry was coming. I wanted it to be a surprise. I’d only told her I was going out.

“Are you nervous?” I heard Lorelei ask in a whisper.

“I think I’m gonna throw up,” I nodded.

Lorelei laughed. “C’mon, you got this. You’re awesome. Just don’t spill your wine and you’re good.”

“Thanks for the pep talk,” I rolled my eyes.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

“Fuck, he’s here,” I jumped.

“And early,” Lorelei raised her brows as she inspected her watch. “Nice.”

“Emery, you wanna answer the door for me?”

“Sure,” she shrugged, getting up from the floor. I sucked in my lips from the anticipation of her reaction, as well as my own nerves. Emery swung the door open, stopping frozen in her tracks, her arms out to her sides. “What in the…”

I giggled, covering my mouth with my hand. Emery’s mouth, however was wide open as she stared at Harry on the other side of the door frame.

“Hi!” he greeted. “Are you Emery?”

I saw her little chest puff up as she took in a deep breath and held it for a second before letting it out. “Oh...my...God!”

Harry laughed, an adorable crinkle by his eyes. I stepped up behind Emery, placing my hands on her shoulders.

“Harry, this is my youngest, Emery, who happens to be your biggest fan. And a little tongue tied right now.”

“Hello, Emery,” said Harry, extending his hand. “Lovely to meet you.”

Still a statue, I leaned down and whispered in her ear. “I think it would be okay if you gave him a hug.”

In one split second, Emery stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Harry’s torso. She squeezed tight, the same way she usually hugged me. Sometimes her affectionate nature overwhelmed me. Harry didn’t seem to mind in the least as he hugged her back. I smiled at the sight of them, and it made my heart swell.

“Alright, Em,” I commented, “Let’s let Harry get inside.”

“Oh yeah, sorry,” she giggled, stepping back.

I playfully mussed her hair as Harry crossed the threshold and I shut the door behind him.

“Hi,” he whispered as he stood next to me.

I grinned as I looked at him. He looked really handsome in a purple button-down and black jacket, black jeans and boots making his legs look even longer than necessary.

“Hi,” I whispered back.

“You look beauti-”

“Nooooooo!”

I jerked my head toward the loud and unfortunately familiar sound.

“Stacey!” called Lorelei as she emerged from Jasmine’s room. I hadn’t even noticed she’d left the living room. “I think she’s having another one.”

“Shit,” I muttered under my breath as I made my way to the other side of the apartment.

“Noooooo!” Jasmine screamed again.

“What’s going on?” I heard Harry ask, but I was already to the doorway.

“My sister’s having a seizure,” Emery informed him softly.

“It’s okay, sweet girl,” I tried to assure Jasmine as I walked around her bed to get to her. She was having spasms, her body jerking uncontrollably. I sat next to her, rubbing her back.

“Noooooo!”

I held her hand with my other one until she glared at me angrily. She tried to get up from the bed, but I knew that wasn’t a good idea.

“Jaz, you have to stay on the bed,” I instructed. “I don’t want you to fall.”

“Mommy!” she cried, bringing tears to my eyes. “Go!”

I knew she wasn’t really telling me to go. She was telling the seizure to go. She didn’t want it to happen.

“I’m sorry, should I call 9-1-1?”

I looked up to see Harry in the doorway, a worried look on his face. Only my child could have made me momentarily forget his presence.

“No,” I shook my head. “It’ll be okay.”

“She has seizures from time to time,” Lorelei explained quietly.

“She might not even have one,” I commented as I continued to rub my daughter’s back. “She fights them off a lot.”

Jasmine continued to jerk, though her screaming had subsided. Her eyes were wide as she stared ahead.

“It’s okay, baby,” I murmured.

With one more jerk, Jasmine’s eyes rolled back, and her body froze. I laid her back on the bed, onto her side as she blew out hard breaths from her lips. I held onto her as I secretly cursed God for making my daughter go through this. After a minute or two, I said her name, making sure she could hear me. Her eyes fluttered open but quickly shut.

“Here ya go,” I heard behind me. I turned to see Harry holding a wet washcloth from the bathroom.

“Thanks,” I muttered, taking it from him. I wiped the drool and drops of blood from around my daughter’s mouth. She was still breathing heavily, but at least I knew the seizure was over.

I laid beside her, pushing her damp hair from her face and kissing her cheek. Then I ran my hand up and down her arm to soothe her.

“Go to sleep,” I heard Jasmine declare.

“You’re ready to go to sleep?” I inquired.

“Yes.”

I kissed her forehead one last time before rising from the bed, recognizing that Harry had left the room. Then I whispered goodnight and turned out the light.

Emery met me halfway with a hug. “Is she okay?”

“She’s fine, baby,” I assured her.

My eyes met Harry’s then as he sat on the sofa next to Lorelei. He stood and walked over to me when Emery released me.

“I’m so sorry,” I told him.

He looked taken back as he placed his hands on my upper arms. “What for?”

“For...this,” I held out my arms. “I’m sure it’s not what you were expecting to walk into.”

“Stacey,” he said, his eyes focused on mine, “you never have to apologize. You’re her mother.”

I felt a single tear trickle down my cheek and my body began to tremble. I wasn’t sure if it was the emotional turmoil of what I’d just had to go through, or the extremely close vicinity which Harry stood before me, but when another tear began to fall, I didn’t stop it. He took me in his arms then and I fell against him, sobbing. He remained silent as he rubbed my back, just as I had rubbed Jasmine’s.

“Don’t cry, Mommy,” I heard Emery say.

I felt her hug me from behind just as Harry pulled back to look at me. His hand cupped my cheek while his thumb wiped away a tear.

“Um...I really am sorry about this,” I declared.

“I already said-”

“I mean tonight,” I interrupted. “Our date. I just...I don’t think I could leave her now.”

“I understand,” Harry nodded.

“Oh, you guys can still go out!” Lorelei called from the couch. “I doubt she’s gonna have another one, and even if she does, I can handle it.”

“Thanks, Lor, but I’d just feel more comfortable if I stayed.”

Lorelei held up her hands. “Say no more.” She rose from the sofa and grabbed her bag and keys. “Great to see you again, Harry.”

“You too, Lorelei,” he nodded with a wave.

“Get to bed, princess,” she instructed when Emery ran to give her a hug.

When the door shut behind her, I looked at Harry, embarrassment setting in. Then I quickly shifted my focus to Emery.

“C’mon, monkey,” I said. “Time for bed.”

Emery groaned, dropping her shoulders and turning for her bedroom.

“Goodnight, Emery,” called Harry.

My nine year old swiftly twirled around and ran back to Harry, giving him an even tighter squeeze than before. I raised my brows at him as I peeled her away from him, but he just chuckled and knelt down.

“Hey,” he said, pointing to his cheek. “Right here.”

Emery beamed at him before planting a kiss on his cheek, then wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Goodnight, Harry,” she whispered.

When she finally let go, I followed her to her room and tucked her into bed. Then turning out the light and shutting the door, I walked back to the living room.

“She’s a hugger, that one,” remarked Harry.

I giggled. “Just a little.”

“You have beautiful kids, Stacey. You should be proud.”

I smiled. “Thank you. I am very proud of them. But not so much myself.”

“What do you mean?”

I sucked in my lips as I sat on the couch next to him. “Sometimes I think I’m a terrible mother.”

“What?” Harry raised his brows in question. “Why would you think that?”

I looked down at my lap, pretending to straighten my dress. “Well…” I swallowed, “Like with Jasmine. She’s Autistic and she has seizures. She’s pretty much non-vocal. She talks a little, but it’s usually just to tell you what she wants. You can’t really have conversations with her. Sometimes I feel…”

My words trailed off as I felt my throat start to close up.

“You feel what?”

“I feel like I did something to deserve this,” I choked.

I wasn’t looking at him. I couldn’t look at him. Not when I confessed something like that. He had to be wondering what in the hell he’d gotten himself into. One date - not even a date - and I was already an emotional mess.

His hand came into view and covered mine in my lap. Then he threaded his fingers through mine and lifted my hand to his mouth, kissing the back of it. I finally looked up at him then, his eyes filled with kindness.

“You’re an amazing mum, Stacey” he declared. “I won’t allow you to think you’re not. And none of this is your fault, got that?”

I blinked and nodded slowly. He squeezed my hand then but didn’t let go. His eyes stayed on my face until I sighed, and I gazed around the room.

“So tell me more about your book,” I heard Harry request.

“Oh,” I blushed for some reason. “Like what?”

“Like how and when you started it. Writing with Lorelei. Have you known her a long time?”

“Well, Lorelei moved here from New York. She was a writer too, but neither of us had ever had anything published. After a long day at work, we went out for drinks and started talking about maybe writing something together. We spent the next few days brainstorming and decided we definitely wanted to give it a try. Two years later, and...here we are.”

“Two years?” Harry raised a brow.

“Yeah,” I sighed. “I was going through a divorce then, so it took a while to even get started. I’d write some in my free time, but it seemed that free time was getting thinner and thinner. Lorelei would write a lot, but she’d slow down, feeling a little guilty that I couldn’t keep up. We put it on hiatus for a couple months until my divorce was final, then we picked it back up and wrote with a vengeance. When it was done, it still took a while to get through editing and publishing.”

“I see,” Harry nodded. “Well, it’s a really great book, Stacey.”

“You read it?”

“Of course, I told you I did. In the note.”

“I thought maybe you were just being nice. I mean, you actually read the whole thing?” I asked.

Harry chuckled. “You don’t believe me?”

“No, it’s not that, I-”

“Stacey,” Harry interrupted, leaning forward, his eyes demanding me to look at him. “I read your book. In one night, in fact. And I loved it.”

I was stunned. I couldn’t move. If it wasn’t for my chest rising and falling, I would have questioned whether or not I was breathing. My lips parted to say something, but all I could manage was “thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he nodded.

I stared at his face a little longer, more than necessary in fact, and I suddenly got chills all over. Lord have mercy, he was good looking. Shaking my head, I suddenly recalled our original mission.

“Shit, we were gonna go to dinner,” I groaned. “And I don’t think I have anything here other than leftovers.”

Harry shrugged. “No worries.”

“You’re probably hungry,” I said, crinkling my nose. “Nothing around here delivers except pizza.”

“I’m fine with that.”

I made a face. “Really?”

Harry nodded with a grin. “I just wanted to have dinner with you, love. I didn’t care where.”

I probably looked like a fool the way I stared at him. Who was this guy? Was he for real? His smile grew, his dimple dipping in his cheek and I felt my face get warm. Quickly, I cleared my throat, releasing my hand from his grip.

“Pizza it is.”

“I have a question, Stacey,” Harry spoke softly while we sat at my dining table.

I loved how he said my name. He said it with determination, yet it slipped from his tongue like honey. And the way he looked at me when he spoke to me made me feel important.

“Okay,” I raised my brows as I eyed him across the table.

“In The Loving Kind, had Gavin not told Melissa to leave and go back to Louisiana, do you think they would have stayed together?”

I smiled at him, reaching for my glass of water. “What do you think?”

“I asked you first,” Harry smirked.

I shook my head. “See, that’s the whole point, Harry. It’s open to interpretation. Although there was closure at the end, it’s still sort of a cliffhanger. The big what if.”

“I think it depends on the reader’s idea of Melissa, too,” Harry remarked.

“How do you figure?”

“Well,” Harry paused, taking a swig of water and setting down his glass, “if the reader thinks Melissa is the one the title refers to, they probably would assume yes, she would have stayed in New York and tried to make it work. But perhaps Melissa is not ‘the loving kind’.”

“Hmm,” I sounded, leaning forward, my hands folded underneath my chin.

“Maybe the title refers to Gavin. Not necessarily that he’s ‘the loving kind’ either, but that Melissa was hoping he would be. And in the end, she realized it was all her perception of him, and that him telling her to go was the answer she was seeking, the closure to finally turn and walk away.”

I stared at him for a while, a grin slowly spreading across my face.

“Harry Styles, you astound me.”

He copied my smile, sitting back in his chair. I changed the focus of conversation to him then, telling him I enjoyed his acting in the movie he’d been in recently. He told me how much of a thrill it was to work with Christopher Nolan, and how he got several movie offers since then, but for now he was focusing on his music before choosing his next movie role.

I opened a bottle of wine I’d forgotten I had and before I knew it, it was nearly midnight. The time had seemed to fly by, and I was having a great time just chatting with Harry. He was so charming and witty.

“Oh my god, Harry!” I exclaimed as I rose from my chair to walk to the curtains in the living room. “You took a car service here!”

I looked out the window as if I could even find the car below. Harry chuckled.

“Relax, love, I called them hours ago.”

“Oh,” I turned back to face him.

“Come, sit with me,” he said, gesturing to the sofa.

Harry sat on the end, his glass of wine in his hand. I sat on the other. He raised a brow and then giggled.

“What?” I asked.

“Are you far enough away?” he quipped, beckoning me with his finger.

This time I knew I was blushing. “Sorry.”

When I scooted closer to him, he laid his arm across the back of the couch and turned slightly to face me.

“How long were you married?” Harry inquired.

I glared at him. “Seriously? We’re gonna talk about that?”

Harry shrugged. “I wanna know you, Stacey.”

I let out a slow sigh. “Okay. Um...we were together for sixteen years, but officially married for six.”

“Oh,” said Harry, not seeming the least bit turned off by that knowledge. “What does your ex husband do?”

I frowned. “He’s a music teacher.”

“How did you meet?”

I sighed once more. I was really uncomfortable. “At a concert. Do we really have to talk about this?”

“Oh, so you’re a music lover too?”

I beamed at him. “Yes. Very much. Before I met my ex, my dream was to be a singer.”

“Really?” Harry inquired. “You sing?”

“Mmm, mostly just in the shower and the car nowadays, but yeah.”

“Ah, okay, I knew I’d find it,” Harry remarked, sitting back.

“Find what?”

“Something else that makes your face light up like that.”

I stared at him. “Like what?”

“Just like that,” he pointed to my smile. “I’ve seen it four times now.”

“What were the other three?” I asked curiously.

“Well, when you talk about your kids. Kind of obvious. And when you talk about your book. And now music.”

“That’s only three,” I remarked. “What’s the fourth?”

Harry smirked, pulling his arm from behind the couch. “I’ll tell you later,” he said as he stood and walked to the bathroom.

I took the empty wine glasses to the kitchen, setting them in the sink. I leaned against the counter, grinning stupidly to myself. This young man had some sort of effect on me. I felt giddy, little butterflies in my stomach. I lifted my head when Harry returned, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

“So are you gonna tell me?” I begged, rounding the counter.

“Tell you what?”

“The fourth thing!”

Harry chuckled. “You really wanna know?”

“Yes, dammit!”

This made Harry laugh harder. His adorable smile made me give one in return even though I was trying not to.

“No,” he shook his head. “I think I’ll keep you guessing.”

“You’re mean,” I pouted, crossing my arms.

“C’mere, Stacey,” he insisted, pulling me to him, his voice low and his tone now serious. “I have to say goodbye now. My car’s here.”

I bit my bottom lip. Although I knew this time would come, I didn’t want the night to end. I hadn’t enjoyed a man’s company this much in a really long time. He was sweet and comforting. And heaven help me, I was attracted to him.

Harry seemed to study my face for a minute, his green eyes making me shiver. Sliding his hand under my ear, he tilted his head slightly and leaned in to kiss me. His lips were soft, brushing mine lightly at first before adding more pressure.

Something hit me in that moment. Truth. Realization that I probably would never see this man again. So, I got brave and kissed him back. I grabbed the front of his shirt before slipping my hands up his chest and around his neck. A tiny sound escaped his throat as I kissed him deeper, allowing our tongues to meet. I tasted the wine, and I felt my entire body melt down to my toes.

“Mmm,” he sounded when our lips parted and he rested his forehead against mine. “That was nice.”

I merely nodded, my vocal chords betraying me. Harry dragged his teeth across his bottom lip and released his hands from me.

“I gotta go, Stacey,” he whispered.

“I know.”

“Goodnight, love,” he added, giving me one last kiss.

He grabbed his jacket from the nearby chair, and I walked him to the door.

“Goodnight, Harry,” I smiled. “Thank you...for tonight. And everything.”

I watched him leave down the stairs to the parking lot below where a huge car was waiting for him. He turned and waved once more before getting in.

Shutting the door, I felt a sudden emptiness. It was like Harry was the sun and he had come in and brightened my home. And now he was gone.

After getting ready for bed, I was just about to crawl under the covers when I remembered I’d left my phone in my bag on the counter. Retrieving it, I noticed I had two new texts from a number I didn’t recognize. But I knew immediately from whom they were. Before reading them, I saved the number in my contacts, simply under Harry. Then I opened the texts, the biggest smile spreading across my face as I walked back to the bedroom.

So the fourth thing - when you look at me.

Sweet dreams, Stacey. Tonight was lovely. x H.

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rosiesramblings · 1 year ago

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Like Riding a Bike

Fandom: Ted Lasso

WC: 1.4k

A/N: Hello!! It's been a minute!! Sorry about that. Turns out my new job is actually insane. On the plus side, I am getting a ton of overtime lol. ANYWAY, thank you for your patience, and I hope you enjoy this fic, prompted by anon :) Can be read as platonic or pre-relationship.

“For grandad!”

Jamie’s shout echoed across the shadows of the park, and before he knew it Jamie had Roy balanced carefully on a perfectly-legal, not-at-all-stolen, authentic Amsterdam bike.

“Alright, now head up, hips square, aaaaand… pedal!” To his credit, Jamie did not laugh when Roy seemed to fall to the side in slow motion. He didn’t. Okay, maybe his lips twitched a little bit, but Jamie could easily blame that on a muscle spasm after all the exercise he’d done that day.

“It’s alright, good lad, good lad, right back on,” Jamie cheered, channeling his Mummy when she taught him to ride a bike as a sexy little baby. Roy did not seem to appreciate the encouragement the same way baby Jamie had, pushing grown-up Jamie back with a growl as he swung his leg back over the seat.

Clearly, Roy needed some extra help. This time, Jamie planted one hand on the back of Roy’s neck, and the other steady on Roy’s waist. Roy was tense underneath his fingers, but, Jamie figured, he was entitled to a little tension when he’s facing shit from his past. Losing his Grandad really fucked him up, and Jamie wasn’t going to begrudge the man his feelings, no matter how Roy tried to choke them into submission.

“Don’t need my fucking hand held,” Roy growled, undercutting his statement when Jamie let go and Roy immediately toppled sideways. “Fuck!”

“Alright, keep your trousers on, old man,” Jamie put his hands up in the universal ‘do no harm’ gesture. “Let’s try again, come on.”

Roy gave a long suffering sigh, rolled his eyes so far back that Jamie was pretty sure he got a good look at his own brain, and swung his leg back over.

Jamie, trying to be a good friend, lightened his touch since Roy clearly wasn’t a fan of Jamie touching him in the first place.

If possible, Roy got even more tense. “Oi!” He barked at Jamie. “I said don’t fucking need you for balance!” He claimed, scrunching his shoulders like Jamie always did when Sam wiggled his fingers under Jamie’s chin.

Now, Jamie wasn’t what anyone would call a genius. He wasn’t really book smart; the letters moved around too much for him to want to unscramble them. Because of this, people were constantly underestimating him, at least in the brains department. Look, Jamie might not be winning the Know Bell Prize or some shit any time soon, but that didn’t mean he was stupid. He knew what it looked like when a poor sod was ticklish and doing his damned best to hide it.

Jamie bit down on his tongue to hide a mischievous smile. “Look, mate, you don’t have to like it, but you need me until you can at least get a few meters on your own, yeah? C’mon, let’s do this, old man.”

Roy grumbled what Jamie figured was an assent, and Jamie placed his hands just firm enough that it could reasonably be interpreted as keeping Roy balanced, and not as a quest to get Roy Kent to laugh. Holy shit, did Roy giggle? This was going to be so damn fun.

Under Jamie’s light touch, Roy instantly tensed back up. Jamie risked a tease. “C’mon, mate, you’re never gonna keep your balance when you’re this stiff. You gotta loosen up a little,” Jamie squeezed Roy’s neck, and was rewarded with a growl that Jamie would bet his entire trainer closet was covering up a chuckle.

“You can fuck right off if you’re gonna keep talking instead of teaching,” Roy bit out.

“Right-o, Roy-o,” Jamie said cheerfully. “Look straight ahead, not at your toes, just like football, yeah? Otherwise the only place you’re going is down.” Jamie subtly moved his hand a little higher so that it was resting on Roy’s ribs. Roy made a sound like all the air had been punched out of him.

Jamie took his hand from Roy’s neck and used it to cover his smile. God, this made all the four am training sessions more than worth it.

Instead of putting his hand back on Roy’s neck, Jamie decided to up the ante, and wormed his fingers under Roy’s armpit.

This seemed to be the last straw for Roy, who gave a shout and buckled to the side. Jamie went down with him, figuring the jig was up, and started playing Roy’s ribs like a goddamn piano.

“Shit - fuck - you shihihiitfucker - dahahahahahammit Tahahartt!” Roy broke, low, growly giggles (giggles! This was the best day of Jamie’s life.) and tried to curl away from Jamie’s fingers.

“Awww, what’s the matter, mate? Could it be the the big, bad, Roy fucking Kent is as ticklish as a little lad?” Jamie goaded, sneaking a hand underneath Roy’s hoodie and scribbling at his stomach.

Roy tossed his head back, a forced grin on his lips. Jamie was sure if his eyes were open there would be murder in them. “Ihihihi’m gonna fuhuhucking KIHIHILL YOU!” Roy roared, his back arching.

“Roy, mate, this is fucking golden,” Jamie crowed, his smile splitting his face. Roy thrashed hard, harder than Jame was expecting.

Jamie knew he was on borrowed time, so he wormed both of his hands into Roy’s underarms, and he was not disappointed.

Roy Kent. Fucking. Howled.

Jamie couldn’t help but laugh along with him. “Oh my god, this is worse than I thought - mate, this is a fucking liability! How are you supposed to be ‘here, there, and every-fucking - woah!”

Quicker than Jamie could blink, Roy flipped their positions, and was looming about Jamie like a fucking werewolf. And looking at Jamie like he was a fucking steak.

“Roy, mate, it’s all in good fun, yeah? We don’t really have to -”

“Oh no, we abso-fucking-lutely have to,” Roy growled, a smile still in his voice despite the eyebrows he was giving Jamie.

That was all the warning Jamie got before Roy wrecked his shit.

One hand went to Jamie’s hips, kneading like he was baking fucking bread or some shit. The other hand spidered over Jamie’s tummy, which was arguably worse.

“ROHOHOHOHOHOHOY,” Jamie screeched, tossing his head back, a smile splitting his face.

“Fucking what?”

“TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES.”

“I’d fucking well hope so,” Roy said, ruching up Jamie’s shirt in one smooth motion and scribbling across bare skin. “You’d better get used to this, cause we’re gonna be here for a while.”

“SHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT,” Jamie cursed, shaking his head back and forth.

“No? No, we’re not going to be here for a while? Or no, you can’t handle any more tickles? Cause I’m about to prove you wrong on both accounts,” Roy said as the hand squeezing Jamie’s hip moved down to torture his thigh instead.

Somehow, Roy’s growly voice saying ‘tickles’ made it tickle infinitely more. Jamie was no stranger to being tickled - since it was no longer ok to hit him, his teammates had to find other ways to get him to shut his mouth. But Roy was on another fucking level. And Jamie was losing his goddamn mind.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE,” Jamie was not above begging.

“You want to see something that always gets Phoebe?”

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!”

“Too bad,” Roy said, and leaned down to blow a fucking raspberry above Jamie’s belly button.

In the tiny part of his brain that wasn’t going insane from the tortuous sensations, Jamie imagined telling his 10 year old self that one day he’d be lying down in a park in fucking Amsterdam, getting the absolute shit tickled out of him by his childhood hero. If Jamie could have laughed any harder, he would have.

“ROHOHOHOHOY,” Jamie wailed.

“You ever gonna try that shit again?”

“PROHOHOHOBABLY,” Jamie answered.

“Yeah, knew that was probably too much to ask,” Roy grumbled. “You gonna try that shit in front of anybody else?”

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO,” Jamie promised.

“Fucking sure?”

“YEHEHEHEHEHEHEHES! PLEHEHEHEASE ROHOHOY!” Jamie begged, on the verge of insanity.

“Alright,” Roy said, and finally ceased his tickling.

Jamie curled up in a ball, tugging his shirt back down. He wiped the tears from his face, still giggling.

Roy ruffled Jamie’s hair. “Come on. I’m going to ride a bike tonight even if I blow out my other fucking knee.”

All Jamie could do was groan through his giggles.

#tickle fic #tickling #tfb community #ted lasso tickles #ted lasso tickle fic #roy kent #jamie tartt #biking in amsterdam #jamie made his bed and then he has to lie in it #lmao

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codenamehazard · 1 year ago

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.:The Boogieman Cometh:.

Chapter 14: The Boogieman Cometh

Hey guys! Holy hell this took me a lot of time and rereading and blasting music to get this to look right. I hope it looks for you guys too!

I hope you guys are ready to see what the hell those sirens are wailing on about! Here's chapter 14!

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The sirens wail and holler as we make it to the outskirts of Droptown, where I see Mako, Pangolin and Dove opening up the HEMTT, revealing that it is basically a moving forward operating base. With a plant filled triage in one trailer and a supply depot in another, all ready to go should the need arise.

Holy shit. No wonder they're nomadic, they have everything they need right there.

Pangolin slowly starts to gather the others. I turn to look towards the horizon to see what exactly we’re facing, looks like a supersized throng of those Warped I faced in the mines. A lot of them are those starving “Shamblers” I remember clearly, but some of them look… Healthy… Well, healthy for a zombie, I guess.

The thing that truly caught my eye was this… Creature, looks to be about the size of a semi-truck yet it moves faster than should be possible for a beast that size. I squint my eyes to see if I can make out any more details, but the bastard’s too far away to see more.

I spot Kestrel out of the corner of my eyes, drawing my attention from… Whatever the fuck that thing is running around with the horde. I turn to look at her and see she’s walking up to Pangolin with the missile launcher in hand. She tries to put on a confident front, but I can see in her eyes there was a certain level of nervousness to it.

“Here she is.” Kestrel states with a smile. I can see Pangolin's expression turn to relief as he takes the gun, but he seems to pick up on her hesitation.

“You sure it’s ready?” He asks as he looks at the Gunsmith, her expression looking less sure at the prompting. The exchange of words echoing in my head from a time long since past. I can’t help but to quietly mouth the words that came out of Kestrel’s mouth next.

“Uhh… I sure hope so…” She hands the gun over to Pangolin, but in my head two different people stood in their places. Zeke and myself when he gave me the Amp for the first time. That memory stung my heart like a cold knife. Of all the ways that exchange could have happened, why like that?

I touch my eyes and I feel a dampness before I shake my head with a sneer. Come on Cole! Get it together! There’s a whole swarm of things rushing towards you and the others; bound and determined to make you their breakfast. This isn’t the time, nor the place to feel sorry for yourself and bitch about your lot in life.

You made your choice, you live it… Not like anyone would give a shit anyways.

With the exchange complete and Pangolin checking how the gun handles, Kestrel dashes over to one of the trailers and starts getting into the boxes… Hm, must be their armory. The bird pulls out some new toys and…

Okay, those are some really kickass weapons.

For Mako, a rapier and twin pistols were given. For Dove, an SMG and a hatchet. For Pangolin, he was given something that looked like the bastard child of a buzz-saw and an ax. For the bird herself, she equips two six-shooters to her hips and a bigass hammer on her back. I make a mental note to ask about some of those later.

I look back at my Amp and sigh. It really needs some serious work if it’s going to last any longer, but put a pin in the thought. Not the time to worry now.

While everyone is getting ready, I look over to see what else is going on. I see other groups of Conduits rushing out with weapons of their own to take on some of the faster straggler groups. That’s good, shows that this town don’t give up without a fight. My eyes are quickly drawn back to the biggest horde as I spot them making the beeline for the Misfits and I, the creature leading the charge and…

Oh dear god, what the hell is that thing?!

That monstrosity… Words fail to truly capture how hideous the fucker was. It looks like some skinned gorilla-raccoon thing with a giant mouth, clawed hands and… Hooves?? God, it was like a fucked up teratoma was turned inside out and given the ability to move and eat, damn near genetic nonsense. The thing most repulsive about this monster? Where the second set of arms are on the thing’s back… I think I could see what remains of a person. Their screaming expression merging with their ribcage to make a second mouth and that those extra arms were once their arms.

I can feel my stomach curdle, it makes Bertrand's giant cockroach form look adorable.

“Alright, jackasses! Gather ‘round” I hear Pangolin bark out, prompting the others to gather around, I hang back some. He’s rallying up his team, I have no part of it. The Brick Spartan looks over at me and beckons me over. “You too, MacGrath. You’re gonna wanna hear this.” I roll my eyes in annoyance, but I walk over. Looking on the bright side, it’s refreshing to not be the one giving orders.

“Everyone, that bastard monster and its posse are coming, we need a plan to get that thing to open wide for the most explosive jawbreaker known to man, any ideas?” Pangolin’s voice booms over the team.

“First things first, we have to get those Shamblers and Runners thinned out.” Mako points out. “It doesn’t matter what we do to that thing, it’s not gonna stick if the bastard eats the little minions and that’s not including how much of a nuisance they would be if they ganged up on us or got in the way.” Sharp as always, Mako is.

“So from I understand, thin out the herd and then focus on ugly?” Dove pipes up, first time I heard him speak in a long time. Mako and Pangolin nod. ”Sounds like a plan.” Kestrel nod in agreement and I give a grunt.

“Let’s kick ass!” Kestrel shouts before everyone nods and gets into position, looks like I’m getting roped into this too.

Not that I mind, a good chance to get some payback on these shambling fucks.

With the swarm fast approaching, Pangolin and Mako armor up and the rest ready up before the Spartan gives the signal in the form of charging forward and turning himself into a human boulder. The spiked plating crushing and spearing the weaklings. Dove sets up what I can only amount to a launchpad under the brick-ball to send him flying into the air so he can play the role of a meteorite and crash down into another group. With Pango flying high, Dove flits about on air-bursts while letting the SMG rip through the crowd.

Kestrel darts around in the horde like the flighty bird she is, popping slag-bursts before firing off her six shooters into the heads of the Shamblers, turning their brains into a red and purple mist. Mako set plenty of shark-traps to immobilize and joined in with Kestrel in the gunslinging fun with her pistols. Slag-shards and bone-shards flying and spearing zombies left, right and center before switching to the melees when they got too close. Kes smacking them around like the biggest game of watch-a-mole while Mako channels her inner Zorro and makes mincemeat of the zombies, her shark skin rendering the bites and scratches useless.

Me? Well, I sure as hell ain’t gonna miss out on the fun. Black and crimson Skull bolts fly from my hands as I start to “run and gun” so to speak. When those sparks nailed a Warped in the head, I’m rewarded with a lightshow as the fuckers explode with a shower of sparks that took out their little friends. Tossed in a few Cluster ‘nades to keep things popping. Hell, I even found little ways I could help the others. Blasting airbornes with shockwaves and popping bastards when they try to sneak up on the others.

They weren’t making it easy, that’s for damn sure. They were relentless and were giving everyone problems and they were taking hits. They were especially persistent in trying to maul me to death. These things must have it out for me because they keep coming after me. Even that big-ass ugly son of a bitch keeps lunging at me! With the crowds constantly trying to box me in, I couldn’t be as aggressive as I wanted. Those healthier looking bastards even get a few good hits on me, leaving nasty gashes on my body. Thank god my Beast powers up my healing or I would have to be hightailing it to the HEMTT to charge back up!

The beast keeps lunging and I have to keep dodging while using blasts to give myself some breathing room. It was maddening! I wanted to blast this thing to kingdom-come but with all the little things swarming around like flies to shit, I couldn’t just stand still. Especially with how grab and bite happy they were.

With the ugly skinned gorilla-tumor focused on me, Kestrel spots an opening to take. With an air-boost from Dove, I can see her go flying skywards, Hammer raised high before dropping hard onto the head. I brace myself as the shockwave pushes me back. I could hear the hammer impact the head with a sickening crack. The bastard roars in pain from the head-trama and I quickly get out of the way knowing what’s about to happen next.

When the team hears the roar, Mako and Dove focus on getting the zombies away from Pangolin as he takes aim straight for the monster’s roaring maw. Kestrel dashes away seconds before the Spartan pulls the trigger.

The mother of all bricks whistles out of the barrel and flies straight to the thing’s screaming mouth, hitting it right in the uvula! The sound of the impact makes me hold my own throat in pain at the thought… Then the brick explodes. Masonry shrapnel rips the beast’s jaw apart. I thought for sure that would take it out, as did everyone else.

But it didn’t.

The thing gurgles with a shredded throat as it looks dead at Pangolin, he goes to fire off another shot when the weapon overloads and explodes in his hand. I look at him in utter shock before looking at Kestrel, as did everyone else.

“Kestrel, what the fuck?!” Pangolin bellows in fear and anger. “I thought you said it was ready!!” He looks like he’s about to blow a gasket as the bird is trying to avoid being hit.

“”Hoped so!”” Kestrel shouts back. “I said “hoped so!!”” Pangolin looks as if he’s about to rip into her when the teratoma-thing does that for him. With a mighty swipe to the girl, it sends Kestrel flying with the mother of all bitch-slaps. Thinking on his feet, Dove darts off and up to catch her in mid-air before she goes off too far.

The gorilla roars and more of those zombies show up to join the party, causing the fighting to begin anew. Pangolin pulls out his buzz-axe and starts hacking into bodies as the Shamblers break teeth on the brick armor, but the beast charges and backhands the Spartan in rage, breaking pieces of the armor off and sending him sliding off. Mako fires off round after round of bone-bullets to keep the creatures at bay as she goes to help Pangolin up.

Dove and Kestrel glide into the fray and dive down together to create a fire-filled shockwave before dashing back to the others. I pull out the Gigawatt blades and start tearing into those who get too close, but that seems to piss the gorilla off more as he calls for reinforcements again. It’s clear that somebody needs to find a way to shut that thing up so it stops calling its friends if we’re gonna get another opening.

Thankfully it seems like Pango’s on the ball. With all of us keeping the horde preoccupied, the Brickhouse uses his powers to create a thick brick wall above the creature’s head and when it goes to roar again, Pango drops the wall on top of the thing. Silencing it and stunning it.

Now it’s my turn to break some teeth.

My eyes glow red and black veins begin to appear on my skin as I charge up an Alpha Rocket with raw Beast power to triple its power and damage. A favorite tactic of mine for getting rid of the straggling Ice-Titans and Devourers before I left New Marias, made short work of those fucks. Should do the same for this bastard. With the charge done, I turn the Rocket loose, straight for the head. A blinding flash and cacophony of crashing thunder and electricity disorients everyone as the Super-Rocket crashes into the tumor’s face.

When the smoke clears and our senses return, we all look to see what should be the smoldering corpse of that thing…

Only to see it was not only still standing… It is… Healing!!

All the work everyone did, The bricks, both wall and missile, Kes’ hammer crash… All of it damn near undone. The Misfits stare to pure dismay and horror as they watch the jaw heal. Kestrel turns to look at me as my face drains of color.

“What did you do?!?” I could barely hear the Gunsmith utter in disbelief as the monster approaches me, a long and disgusting looking tongue licking its chomps as I back away. How? How?! How did that heal the bastard?!? Nothing like this has happened before!!!

Fear grips my heart and seems to freeze me in place as I’m racking my brain, trying to figure out what did what when I see the monster raise its massive, clawed hand, readying to swipe at my head.

Oh Shit…

[To Be Continued…]

#infamous #infamous 2 #cole macgrath #demon of empire city #infamous: no man's land #xeno writes #caper #blast shard caper #Mako #Pangolin #Dove #the warped #Zombies #Y'all have no idea how much time this took #Some much time and typing #Also #sorry for being a dick with the cliff-hanger!#conduit ocs

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arjaandsimoni · 2 years ago

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The Road to Thalassery

Barjar Manor

Nelen looked over the map on his tablet, Iravati leaning over the couch from behind. “This is the best shot huh?” he asked.

Iravati nodded, “I am quite certain Nelen. Thiruvangad Sree Ramaswami Temple in Thalassery is one of the most holy sites to the followers of Lord Vishnu and it is dedicated to his incarnation as Lord Rama. It is also dedicated to my ancestor, King Hanuman, as well, and there is a branch of our people living nearby who can help defend the temple should the rakshasa realize what we have hidden there.” she grinned at him, “We may not be able to touch the arrow, but we will fight tooth and claw to protect it from Ravana’s kin.”

Arja grinned as well, seated next to him on the couch with Simoni, “Damn right we will! Its… really REALLY scary to know that we have that thing… I mean, the fate of all of India literally rests in our hands right now… but yeah! We can’t just pretend its not there.” she took a breath, “Yeah… I’m good…” she nodded.

Simoni smiled, giving her hand a squeeze, and then Dawn walked in. “Hey guys! I got him!” she called out.

Simoni looked up, “Huh? Got wh-…” she started, then stood up as a tall blonde-haired boy walked in, a sheathed dagger at one hip and a pistol at his other.

“Howdy gang! Been a hot minute ain’t it?” grinned Tex, nodding to her. He wore a long duster coat made of some strange leather that none of them recognized and in his breast pocket of his shirt rested The Very Useful Deck.

“Tex?! What are you doing here?” asked Arja as Simoni nodded at the question, wondering that herself.

“I asked Dawn to get him.” he replied, “We’re gonna need his help on this one.”

Simoni looked at him, “I mean, not that I’m not happy to see him, but whats his job?” she asked.

Nelen smirked, “Everyone in this room who can handle a mundane blade without it doing something fucking horrible to you raise your hands please.”

Both Tex and Drusilla raised their hands.

“Everyone who’s pregnant, too big to fit in the truck we’re taking, and is eating four times what they normally do, lower your hand please.” he continued.

Drusilla grumbled in annoyance… but lowered her hand.

“That’s why. Tex is a decent fighter AND he’s a mundane. His only magic is from that deck of faerie cards. Rajesh can’t come with us because of his duties to Jaipur, we can’t feed Drusilla what a pregnant cyclops will need on the road, and Aisha is busy in New York with some big modelling expo and can’t make an excuse to leave right now. Officially Tex is excused from school to ‘visit family…’”

Tex grinned, nodding, “But the real reason is I’m the one who can handle that arrow o’ doom without it suckin’ the magic outta me.” he nodded, “Though after all we went through last summer, ‘s far as I’m concerned ya’ll’s family ta me.”

Simoni giggled and gave him a quick hug as Nelen nodded, “We managed last night with the quiver, but its too big a risk if we lose it or something happens to it. We need someone who can actually carry it around without it hurting or, in my case, killing them.” he said.

Arja paused at that, tilting her head, “Wait… Rama’s Arrow could actually kill you? I thought it just trapped supernatural beings.” she replied.

Nelen nodded, “I’m not talking about me Arja. I mean Merihim.” he replied, conjuring a small tendril from his palm. “This isn’t blood. Merihim’s body is made of this stuff, and when I sealed the pact with him he pushed all my blood out and took its place. If he gets exorcised or destroyed somehow, I die.”

Arja frowned, “And that’s the thing you used to tear apart that rakshasa…” she muttered.

Nelen sighed, “Look, I already got this treatment from everyone else who found it out. There’s a reason I don’t talk about him if I can avoid it. I was young, stupid, and BLINDINGLY PISSED…” he growled, his eyes going red at the edges, “… and I did something I really wound-up regretting. You gonna tell me you never let your anger get you to do something nuts?”

Arja snorted, “Oh name one time.” she replied.

Simoni thought, then said, “You ran headlong into Castle Fullmoon and tore apart a bunch of Franklin’s followers without considering that if enough of them had guns they could have killed you before you got close.”

Arja winced, “Okay there is that…”

Dawn tapped the wall, “I can still see the dents where you pounded this until your hands bled that day too.” she added.

Arja grumbled, “I told dad the plaster work on that was cheap…”

Nelen held up a hand, “You dove at Franklin without assessing the situation at the temple resulting in you and Simoni losing your powers for like a month.”

Arja snarled, “HE WAS RIGHT THERE!”

Iravati smirked, “Let us not forget that dinner party in England where you overheard two of the members of the House of Lords talking when they thought you couldn’t speak English and one of them wound up being rushed to the hospital with second degree burns when his pants burst into flames.”

Arja sighed, looking at Iravati with a frown, “… you too Mom?” she groaned.

Dawn grinned, “She told my mom all the stories Arja.” she leaned in, her grin widening, “All the stories.”

Arja made a small, strangled noise. “ALL of them!?” she shrieked.

Iravati giggled, “What can I say? It’s nice having another mother around to talk to.”

Arja stared at her, “The canapes at Prince Harry’s wedding?” she asked. “Joe Biden’s sheets at the White House? Shinzo Abe’s tie?! ALL OF IT?!”

Nelen raised an eyebrow, glancing at Iravati. “Shinzo Abe, the old Prime Minister of Japan?” he asked.

Iravati smirked at Arja, “Arja found it very dishonorable that he was trying to cover up some of the less… pleasant parts of Japanese history. This was when he was still prime minister and she had much less control over her flame at that age.”

Arja grumbled, “Control enough to teach that nationalistic asshole a lesson…”

Iravati sighed, “… or terrify a Japanese man when his tie suddenly ignited for unclear reasons.”

Nelen glanced at Iravati, “There’s a reason that Rajesh gave me an entire checkbook for the ‘Cover This Shit Up’ fund isn’t there?” he asked.

Iravati snorted, giving Nelen a bemused smirk, “I’m surprised he just gave you one.”

Nelen looked back to the map, “He did mention there were spares… Anyways gang, we should turn in. According to the map it’s about forty hours’ worth of traveling between here and the temple, so it’ll at LEAST take a few days. Maybe more. Once we’re done, we can leave the car there and use the Wulfshead to get back.”

The Next Morning

The car in question actually turned out to be along the lines of an old VW bus, a solidly built thing with the kind of gas tank and engine that could handle long journeys. Nelen sat up front with Dawn calling shotgun almost immediately, the rest of them piling in the back of the van. Rama’s Arrow was kept in a metal-lined traveling tube, currently sitting next to Tex and latched very firmly closed. The small quantity of void didn’t seem to cause them any issues, but Nelen didn’t want to take chances.

Nelen attached his smartphone to the stand on the dashboard, plugged it in, and set the GPS, then they pulled away from the manor.

“Soooo…” asked Simoni finally, “How’s things back in Covington?”

Tex shrugged, “Eh, not bad. Had ta help out a few times when shit got outta hand… but it seems like most of the faeries are realizing that someone called dibs ‘n are backin’ off.” he replied, “Oh! There is one thing, Stephy ‘n Sam took that speakeasy he’s livin’ outta and turned it into a sorta haven for all th’ queer kids who’re gettin’ abused in Covington.” he grinned.

Simoni smiled at that, “Oh? Wow… he’d have never had the nerve to even consider it back before last summer…” she replied.

Tex nodded, “Yeah. Sam is doin’ it ‘cause of th’ glamour o’ course, but Stephy genuinely wants to help kids… though…” he sighs, “He’s also sneakin’ a few of ‘em away ta Arcadia…” he frowned.

Arja sat up, “Hang on, he’s doing what?” she asked, remembering the monstrosity they’d fought in France.

“Now hang on ya’ll!” replied Tex, raising his hands. “Stephy told me ‘bout how much the lil’ slice o’ Fairyland he’s goin’ to has changed. He only takes th’ ones who got nowhere else ta go, whose parents went ‘n threw ‘em out fer comin’ out.” he nodded. “But yeah… apparently its not so bad there now. Even Sam admitted he’d done a lot ta make it a better place for normal folks ‘n show his faerie mom how ta not be… well… a total dang monster.” he nodded. “I mean, yanno, she’s still a dang monster but…” he muttered.

Dawn piped up at this, “Yeah yeah, you know there are good ones too… you just never hear about ‘em because only the evil ones have people who escape back to Earth… mostly.” she called back from the front of the bus.

“Dawn’s right. I mean the Gentry aren’t really evil per se… but they aren’t human in any sense of the word.” added Nelen.

“Yeup.” nodded Tex. “Stephy only takes th’ ones who really truly wanna go there ‘n he makes damn sure they know what they’re gettin’ inta first.” he said, “Still… can’t pretend I’m entirely comfortable with th’ idea… He’s been spendin’ more time in Arcadia lately. I mean, he always comes back, but…” he sighed, “He seems… I ‘unno, different when he comes back… more emotional… but like not just bad stuff, all of it!” he nods.

Up front Nelen and Dawn shared a look but didn’t say anything… though Nelen made a point of having a word with Stephy in the near future. Sammi had to go back regularly or risk glamour starvation but spending an extended stay in Arcadia was bad for mortals. He had to find some way to break that pledge that forced them to be together.

Simoni looked onfused however, “More emotional? Um… what exactly do you mean?” she asked him.

Tex sighed, “Its weird. Like most times mah lil’ filly is same as always, but every now ‘n then he just…” he shrugged, “I’ll catch him watchin’ some really sad stuff on youtube ‘n its like its gettin’ him all hot ‘n bothered even though he’s cryin’ through it, but if I ask him he just shrugs it off… ‘n another time me ‘n him ‘n mom were out shoppin’ fer school clothes ‘n he suddenly got all wound up ‘n wanted to buy half the dang store. We thought he was jokin’ at first, but his eyes flashed blue and his smile got all… spooky…” he frowned, “I just feel like all that time in Arcadia ain’t good fer him.”

Nelen grunted, “Its not.” he said.

The teens looked up at him as Nelen glanced back using the rear-view mirror in the bus. “Arcadia isn’t a good place for mortals or changelings. The longer you stay there, the more bound up in glamour and such you get. Sam is probably fine, he’s had years to get used to it, but Stephy? Its like a drug, the longer you take it the harder it is to go without it… and the more he takes it, the harder it is for him to be human. Not to mention he’s not just some random changeling, Lady Sera marked him as her child.”

Tex frowned, taking out the Very Useful Deck and shuffling it in his hands. “I mean… I can’t just lasso him ‘n refuse ta let him go back… but… I’m worried this’ll do somethin’ to him that can’t get undone.”

“Talk to him Tex.” said Nelen, “Once this is all over try just talking to him. Get him somewhere he can’t run off and confront him. Its still Stephy under all that, but that’s probably part of the problem. He had to grow up deprived of everything and now suddenly he got a literal fairytale dropped into his life?”

Simoni nodded, “Nelen is right. Stephy loves you.” she smiled, “I know my cousin, they’ll listen. They’re just overwhelmed by all the changes over the past year. I mean…” she gestured to herself, then to Tex. “Yeah… crazy freakin’ year.” she giggled.

Tex glanced down at himself, then grinned, “Can’t deny that.” he replied, especially given there were entire parts of his anatomy he never thought he’d have added over the last summer.

Eventually Jaipur vanished behind them hidden behind the jungle as the bus rolled on.

About twenty minutes later a tree slammed down into the path infront of them, and the air filled with gunfire!

Dawn teleported Nelen into the backseat as Arja, Simoni, and Tex yelled in alarm and covered their heads… then paused as they realized the bullets weren’t penetrating the sides of the van.

Nelen growled, “Guess Rajesh had the right idea.” he muttered, “This bus is an old police vehicle that got repurposed. The chassis is bulletproof. Didn’t expect to be using it against actual freaking bullets though! Arja, ever hear of rakshasa using guns?” he asked over the din of gunfire.

She shook her head, “No! They hate anything but melee weapons because stuff dies too far away to eat, they won’t even use spears or swords sometimes!” she called back.

Nelen frowned, “Okay, bullets don’t last forever… Dawn, the second they stop pull a ‘lets you and him fight’ on everyone you can.” he nodded.

Dawn grinned, sliding down her sunglasses… and they waited as the bus rocked on the shocks… then finally the gunfire died and Dawn vanished.

A moment later screams erupted from all around them and she reappeared next to Nelen.

‘Lets you and him fight.’ Code for ‘use your illusions to make them freak out and attack each other.’

“Well?” he asked.

“Mundanes! Whole bunch of local guys!” she shrugged.

Nelen scowled, “What?! Did the rakshasa HIRE some humans? Press gang them?”

Dawn shrugged as gunshots started up again, then screams, and finally he nodded and kicked the backdoor open, diving out and rolling to his feet as he conjured the bloody tendrils from his palms. Arja and Simoni nodded to each other, then there was a woosh and the pair shot out of the back of the van and up into the air, already transformed as Tex jumped out, his gun held ready.

There were several injured and dead around them, the survivors looking around in confusion as Dawn’s illusion faded, and then one of them let out a cry and shot at Nelen who blocked it with Merihim’s blood barrier as Simoni blasted the man off his feet with a burst of wind, then blew another man into a tree.

Arja growled, leaping off her and landing infront of one of them, then headbutted him HARD in the middle, the man let out a loud cough and fell to the forest floor.

The group looked around, then Tex shouted out, “RUNNER!” and pointed. Nelen lashed out and grabbed the fleeing man by the ankle, dragging him over as he screamed and clawed at the dirt path they’d traveled on. As soon as he got close he slammed his head into the ground, then pinned him down under his knee.

“Alright asshole, whats the big idea?” he demanded, then he saw the man’s arm.

On his upper bicep was a tattoo of a serpent’s head eating the sun.

Arja landed and growled, “You guys are Rahu’s Fangs?! Why are you out here?”

The man hesitated, then Nelen slammed his fist down next to his head. “Talk. Your friends are all down for the count and my patience is running very thin.”

The man shouted out, “You fuckers are the ones that took out our guys last summer! Because of you half the gang is in prison now and we’re in danger of being taken over!”

Nelen’s eye twitched, “… you’re… not after the arrow?” he asked.

The man looked confused, “The fuck? WHAT arrow?!” he asked.

Nelen’s expression went from furious to a mixture of annoyed and slightly disappointed, “… this is just revenge for that bullshit where you tried to attack us and we kicked your asses, isn’t it?” he asked.

“What the fuck arrow are you talking about?!” he asked again, the gangster thinking it might be worth money.

Nelen stood up, let out a deep sigh… then a tendril shot out from his hand and Merihim lifted the terrified gangster up, slamming him down repeatedly into the ground until he blacked out, then tossing him into the bushes. He then took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

“Arja, call the cops, let them know where we are and that there’s at least a couple dozen members of the Rahu’s Fangs Opium Ring in the jungle injured and definitely unable to resist arrest.” he threw up his hands and turned to the bus. “I’ve gotta make sure a stray bullet didn’t get one of the tires!”

Dawn walked alongside him as he did, “No free drinks this time huh?” she shrugged.

Simoni, Arja, and Tex shared a look, then shrugged as Arja took out her phone and dialed the Jaipur Police, reporting the incident. Given who her father was they’d have a full squad out here rather quickly.

Tex looked around, “Um, so… this ain’t th’ first time ya’ll run inta this?” he asked.

Simoni shook her head, “Nope, they attacked the mansion last summer after Franklin paid them off with weapons and such.” she replied, “They’re a local drug cartel, opium specifically.” she explained.

“Huh… ya’ll got some pretty interestin’ enemies.” he muttered.

Arja nodded, walking over as she put her phone away. “Yeah, after they caused all that chaos in Jaipur public opinion turned in favor of opium regulation pretty hard and Dad was able to get some strong laws pushed through. Proooooooobably why these guys were out here.” she nodded, looking around. “Us leaving town alone was probably too tempting for them to resist.”

There was a huge grunt and the tree blocking the path rolled off into the jungle, then Nelen’s voice came from up ahead, “Kids! We’re good! Lets get the hells outta here before the smell of all that blood draws something out of the jungle!” he called.

Tex paused, looking around, “Wait, what about these guys?” he asked.

“They tried to turn us into Swiss cheese! Fuck ‘em!” came the reply.

Tex looked rather disturbed by that and Simoni frowned but guided him back to the van. “He’s not entirely wrong, but he could be less blunt about it…” she sighed, “Don’t think too badly of him Tex, he’s had to survive on his own for a long time, he’s gotten used to not feeling pity for someone trying to hurt him.”

Tex hesitated but climbed back into the bus as it set off. “Sheesh… sometimes I really wonder what I got m’self into…” he muttered.

A bit further down the road Nelen seemed to relax. Thankfully the windshield had escaped unscathed and the windows were rolled down when the lead started flying. The paint was damaged, but the chassis itself was fine. The vehicle really had been built to be bulletproof it seemed.

Arja had insisted on sitting up front this time, the better to throw a fireball out the window at anyone who might get any funny ideas… though it seemed the obvious bullet strike marks were making any cars they passed keep a very respectful distance.

“Sheesh…” frowned Simoni, “We didn’t even think of that. Those guys didn’t know but could the rakshasa use mortal agents?” she wondered.

Arja glanced back, “They could, but its really unlikely. Rakshasa see humans as lesser beings, the same way humans look at livestock really. The EXACT same way actually.”

Simoni nodded, “Well, at least we won’t have to worry about that then.” she sighed.

Arja shrugged, “Maybe not, but that doesn’t mean we won’t have other things to deal with. Its not just rakshasa who live between here and the temple. We got a LONG drive…”

The vanara girl frowned, looking out the window as the jungle went past. The sun was already high in the sky now, and it would take several days to reach the Temple. After what had happened could they really hope to avoid getting found out by their enemies?

Back at the scene of the battle...

One of the gangsters was trying to flee through the jungle. He’d been awake when Arja had called the cops but had played possum rather than risk what he saw as a mad sorcerer coming after him. The second the van was out of sight he’d ran for his life!

He stumbled along through the jungle, muttering something about monsters… he’d seen horrible things when that weird girl with the yellow eyes appeared… horrible things, and had been shot several times in the arm by one of his friends, who he’d shot twice in the head trying to shoot the massive snarling beast standing infront of him! Then, suddenly they were all gone and he was on the ground. It was only blind luck that had kept him from getting noticed.

Still, he had something to tell his boss. An arrow. They had some arrow with them and it was important. Maybe they could use that… he just had to get back to Jaipur without being seen.

The car was up ahead… if he hurried…

And then two huge creatures stepped out infront of him. He screamed and aimed his gun at them, hoping they didn’t know it was empty. “M-monsters!” he cried out.

The monsters were massive ogre-like men with small horns and tusks, looking like caricatures of Indian men, but feral and dressed in animal skins.

“Monsters?” laughed one, “Well, he’s not wrong…” the creature sneered.

The second chuckled, “Yeah, we’re rakshasa little human… hungry rakshasa!” he snorted.

Then a third voice spoke from behind him, “Quite, but first a bit of conversation before your meal.” It said.

The man spun around, leveling his gun at the newcomer… “W-what are you?” he demanded.

“Your better, little human.” the newcomer sneered as the two rakshasa behind him stood straight up as if standing at attention before this one. “Those five your… ‘gang’ faced. They are known to us. Do you know why they are leaving Jaipur?”

The gangster whimpered, “I… I dunno! I heard something about an arrow… but…” he stammered.

At this the newcomer strode forward, his eyes narrowing. “… an arrow. Explain. Now.”

The gangster trembled, the gun falling from suddenly numb hands as he fell to his knees, raising his arms to cover his head, “I DON’T KNOW! I DON’T KNOW! I heard the sorcerer man ask one of us if we were after his arrow! That’s all I know!”

The newcomer scowled, “… they found the arrow. If they are transporting it without magic they must know what it is.” he looked between the two. “You, get word to my wife’s people. Tell them of this development and that they need rally their forces. I know there are some near Himmapan Forest preparing an assault, but this takes precedence. Inform them once our task is complete that we will join our forces with their own and burn the wood to the ground.” he nodded.

The rakshasa on the left saluted him, “Yes your highness!” he replied, trundling off into the woods.

“You, inform my forces of this development at once. Tell Akuru and his men that they are to await further up the road. Should the first assault fail, they will fall upon their vehicle like a storm and tear them and their chariot to pieces. Should they prove too powerful focus on retrieving the arrow and escaping.” he commanded the second one.

The other rakshasa nodded and saluted him as well, “As you command!” he spoke, then turned and headed off in a different direction from the first.

“As for you…” he replied, turning back to the cowering gangster.

“Please… please don’t… don’t eat me please…” he whimpered.

The newcomer laughed, “HAH! As if I would lower myself to consume your flesh!” he replied, “No little human, you are safe from my appetite…”

The gangster looked up, a faint glimmer of hope in his eyes…

“My pet, however, is quite famished.” replied the newcomer with a sneer, snapping his fingers.

The gangster looked up as a sudden crashing sound came through the forest, then screamed in horror as he saw a flash of red fur, and three sets of fangs descending on him… and by the time his ‘pet’ had finished, there was no trace that the man had ever been, save for a discarded gun sitting abandoned in the jungle.

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maxineswritingcenter · 2 years ago

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When the Blood Moon Wanes - Alcide Herveaux x fem!reader

On the fourth day of Ficmas, my writer gave to me~

Your date with Alcide gets interrupted, but he gets surprised when you come along for the ride.

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When (Y/N) finally mustered up the courage to ask out the very tall and very handsome Alcide Herveaux, she had expected exciting. But who knew exciting included werewolves as well as vampires.

But hey, the hottest guy in town had blushed when she stuttered out a hello.

Sitting at the bar of Merlotte’s, nursing a shirley temple, she took glances towards a booth where Sookie sat and talked with Alcide Herveaux. She had only met him a few times. Mostly her word-vomiting stupid bullshit because she couldn’t talk to men worth a damn.

Her nickname in high school had been “the mouth” and not because of certain “extracurricular activities”. Just because she was so awkward.

“Bitch, I know you’re not drinking a fuckin shirley temple.” Lafayette took the glass from her hand, took the toothpick that skewered a maraschino cherry and ate the fruit.

“I was really looking forward to that cherry.” She mumbled with a pout.

He slammed the glass down, raising a well manicured eyebrow at her, “What’s with the pity party? Don’t tell me went out with another fang banger.”

“Hey.” She said in a hushed voice, “I told you my Halloween costume was convincing.” She sighed, going back to her longing, “Not that it matters, no one in this town gives a damn about any girl but Sookie Stackhouse.”

“You best be careful, you know she can read thoughts.” He started washing her glass.

She scoffed, “Oh, I know. I got a big lecture about how it’s not her fault that her life is always in danger, blah blah blah.” She opened and closed her hand like a puppet, then she dropped her hand on the bar top. “Besides, she’s already got him wrapped around her fingers.”

Lafayette spied in the direction she was looking, “You talkin’ about Alcide? Honey, men like that don’t go after girls like us.” He put a hand on his hip, “Damn shame though, what I would give to climb that sycamore.” He hummed like he had tasted something delectable.

“Ya know what? Men like that don’t go after girls like us, so maybe we should go after them.” She held her hand out, “Shot of whiskey. Put it on my tab.”

While he pour, he asked: “You mean the tab that has three shirley temples and a side a’fries on it?” She ignored his jab and drank the shot he filled her empty hand with almost immediately. Filled with liquid courage, (Y/N) got up from the bar and made her way towards the booths.

As she walked by, she could see Terry and Arlene staring at her from the kitchen window.

“Where’s she going?” The cook asked, genuine confusion on his face.

“She’s goin’ where no lady has gone before, god bless.” The red head took her plates and made her way to her table. Terry just stuck his head back in the kitchen.

(Y/N) made it to the table just as Sookie was leaving, Alcide looking like a lost puppy.

“Hey Alcide.” She said with a smile, her heart almost jumping out of her throat as she watched him perk up at her arrival.

“Oh, uh, hey, (Y/N).” He said, a pink tinge to his cheeks, “What can I do for ya?”

“Great question, I was just-” It was then that she realized that she had no fucking plan.

“Um.” She felt her face heat up, “Uh, I was wondering if... You would like... To have dinner... At... My house?”

“R...Right now?” His eyes widened, “I just ate...”

“Oh...” Her blush was now that of embarrassment, she started to get up from the table, “Uh, then I will just let you get back to-”

“Wait!” He called, reaching out and took her hand before she got too far.

“Holy fuck, he’s touching me.” Her brain was screaming at her.

“Uh.” He released her hand quickly, “I would like to have dinner with you though.”

“Really?!” She yelled without realizing, “Uh, um, yeah, that sounds good. How’s Saturday?”

“Saturday’s perfect.” He smiled.

Now it was Saturday and she was cooking her father’s no-fail steak house meal. The dry rub was so secret that he refused to give her the ingredients, he just dropped off a ziplock bag of spice mix off on her door stop. Better than nothing, she supposed. Steak, potatoes, mixed greens. It was halfway through dinner when she realized she hadn’t asked if he was allergic to anything. Oh god, what if she killed him? Her first date with this man and she kills him. Lafayette would never let her live it down. He would visit her in prison just to smirk and laugh at her.

The doorbell brought her out of the plan she was making taking him to the hospital if he, indeed, had an allergic reaction.

“That’s him...” She inhaled deeply, smoothing out her dress and walking to the door, opening it. Just the sight of the man in the door, made her blush. Did she die and go to heaven between the kitchen and the door?

Alcide wore a navy blue henley shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his usual jeans, and boots. His hair hung in it’s usual perfect way, falling into his eyes at times. He had a bouquet of wildflowers in his hand.

He looked up with his books with a casual smile, “Evenin’.”

“Hi.” She said softly, “Come on in.”

He stepped inside, “Uh, these are for you.” Handing her the bouquet, he shoved his hands in his pockets.

“T-thank you.” She grinned, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply.

It was a nice moment. But a certain someone popped in.

More knocking at her door led her to open her eyes and grumble, opening the door. On her porch, they found Sookie, Bill, and a very tall vampire who stared very intently.

“Can I help you?” (Y/N) asked, a little more than slightly annoyed.

“I’m sorry, I know I’m interruptin’ y’alls’ date, but we really need his help.” Sookie said. Alcide came to her side, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“What’s goin’ on?”

“A blood cult is planning to sacrifice werewolves to a moon god. We need someone who can infiltrate.” Bill drawled. While they spoke, she had slipped away from Alcide, causing him to frown slightly.

“And why the hell can’t you have Sam do it?”

“Because Sam Merlotte doesn’t owe me a favor.” The tall blond vampire, tilted his head to the side. Pale eyes staring the werewolf down. Alcide knew he couldn’t argue. He sighed in frustration and walked out of the house, before turning back to look at his date.

“(Y/N), I am so sorry, I completely understand if you never wanna see me aga-” He was cut off by (Y/N) returning, cocking a shotgun.

“So who’s car we takin’?” She smirked.

“Now, Miss (Y/L/N), it is far too dangerous-” Bill began.

“Ah!” She cut him off, making his face scrunch up like an offended toddler, “You people are cutting into our date. So we’re taking the date on the road. My dad taught me how to hogtie a pig in thirty seconds, and they’re more likely to kill you than some wannabe cultists. Let’s move out.” The group watched as she closed the door behind her and walked off into the night.

“She’s quite interesting.” Eric raised his eyebrows, slightly impressed by the human’s tanacity.

“She’s spoken for.” Alcide grinned, following close behind.

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frogtanii · 4 years ago

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℗ me and my husband

atsumu x fem!reader (poker face ending)

series masterlist

♡´･ᴗ･`♡

wc. 3.2k (holy shit)

warnings. NOT PROOFREAD, v v soft domestic, marriage :00, smut!! (is marked off!!), soft dom!tsumu, hair pulling (giving), unprotected sex, slight praise kink, pretty vanilla ngl

an. can be read as a one shot but u might be confused lmfao also this took SO LONG OMFG also also heavily unedited, take things w a grain of salt lmfao anyways don’t forget to feed me ahaha m rlly proud of this so i hope y’all like it <33

it was moving day and atsumu was about to lose his mind.

today was the official day of the hyper house disbandment and while most of the members were still figuring out new living arrangements and thus remaining past the deadline, you were one of the few trying to get out as soon as possible.

makki and mattsun were so excited to have you move in, they showed up early that morning to help you pack. now, it was around 1p and it was almost time for you to go. you still had a few more boxes to go but things were speeding right along.

normally, atsumu would be right by your best friends helping you out but he was currently in the middle of a breakdown.

you were leaving. leaving. he had no idea when he’d see you again (even though you promised to meet up weekly to catch up), if he would ever see you again. for all he knew, makki and mattsun would just hide you away forever, never to be seen again.

okay, so he was panicking.

it was just... atsumu was in love with you. he’d known for a while (way longer than he’d like to admit) and he selfishly thought he’d have more time with you so that he could work up the courage to confess. but now? you were like three boxes away from a distance that he didn’t know if he or your relationship could recover from.

it wasn’t that he was bad at long distance but the tragic events that the house brought, brought the two of you closer together and he didn’t want to lose that.

atsumu let out a groan and dropped his head against the wall, his mind running with scenario after scenario, all ending in failure and utter embarrassment.

“hey, you okay?” you called out, a large box cradled delicately in your arms. as atsumu turned from the plaster in front of him, he allowed himself a moment to take you in.

you were wearing short athletic shorts, worn converses, and his t shirt. a thin sheen of sweat covered your skin, the lights above reflecting off of it, giving you a warm glow.

of course you looked hot moving boxes.

you called his name again in concern and he immediately felt his heart clench in guilt. you’d already been through so so much and here he was fantasizing about you instead of being there for you like a good friend would.

atsumu let out a sigh and shot you a wide, albeit empty, smile before walking over to you and taking the box out of your hands. the furrow in your brows told him you saw through his expression but he ignored it and made a show of lifting your box above his head and carrying it to mattsun’s car.

“see, what would ya do without these guns angel?” he joked, placing the cardboard into the trunk. you rolled your eyes and poked him in the side playfully. “die, probably.”

the butterflies in his stomach kicked up at the underlying sincerity in your voice but he tried his best to overlook it. it was much harder than it seemed, especially when you looked at him with such fondness in your gaze that made him want to kiss you senseless.

gulping hard, he quickly turned away from you, busying himself with fitting your things in the truck like a game of tetris.

“atsumu.” your voice was firm but pleading and he didn’t dare look at you for fear of spilling everything right then and there. “wow, ya sure got a lot of stuff, huh? wonder how much of this was bought with ushijima’s money,” he started to ramble but thankfully he was interrupted by makki whooping as he walked out of the house.

“last box bitches!” you shot atsumu one final worried look before running over to makki and mattsun, yelling the whole way there.

atsumu was grateful your back was to him because he couldn’t hide the affectionate look that overtook his face, a soft smile spreading across his lips as he watched you hip bump your friends while cackling wildly.

god, he was so in love with you.

what was he going to do when you moved out and away? what if you found someone, someone how loved you as much as he did (not possible)? he would wish for your happiness even at the expense of his own but... what if you both could be happy?

caught up in his thoughts, atsumu didn’t register you saying your goodbyes to the remaining members until you were finally in front of him.

“i’m gonna miss living with you tsum.” you unceremoniously launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his chest. his heart leapt violently at the contact and he prayed to every deity above that you didn’t hear it underneath your head.

he barely managed to hug you back before you pulled away, your eyes slightly teary and red. “um, well, makki and mattsun are waiting for me so uh,” you trailed off looking back at the van and your friends who were so (im)patiently waiting for you to join them.

atsumu’s breath quickened as you scooted a bit away from him, truly getting ready to leave. no, no, it couldn’t end like this, awkward and distant. no, he wasn’t going to let it.

“atsumu?” you asked worriedly, reaching out a hand to touch him when he didn’t respond but he couldn’t hear you. he felt hot all over, like he was going to explode or magically combust if he didn’t get the words out into the air.

“tsum, are you oka-“ “i’m in love with ya.”

you paused, shock written clearly all over your face. the fear of rejection slammed into atsumu like a brick, the feeling settling in the pit of his stomach like a rock but he still didn’t stop.

“i’m in love with ya and i have been for forever. yn, yer beautiful but yer face and body aren’t even the best part of ya, even though they’re pretty damn great. yer just-“

“tsum-“

“-yer so kind, especially when ya don’t need ta be. yer badass but ya care fer others so deeply and ya make me wanna be a better person. ya make me a better person. i know ya-“

“tsumu please-“

“-ya probably don’t feel the same and that’s alright but i needed ta tell ya, before ya leave and fall in love with some other scrub, just in case we can be happy together and-“

all of a sudden, your hands were buried in his shirt and you were pulling him close to meet your lips with his, your mouths meshing together in a soft and passionate kiss.

bliss. atsumu was in sheer bliss. your lips were as soft as he thought they would be as they moved with his, his hands coming up to grip your waist and pull you even closer to him.

sooner than he would have liked, his lungs started burning for air so he pulled back but not very far, instead resting his forehead against yours.

“i was trying to tell you i liked you too, idiot,” you muttered, your eyes still closed as you spoke. he chuckled, a wide grin overtaking his entire face as he really took in what you were saying.

you liked him back. you liked him. holy shit.

but instead of saying any of that, he decided to tease you a bit. “just like? if i recall, i just confessed my undying love for ya.”

you pulled back with a faux scoff, hitting him in the arm with a huff. “shut up you ass. of course i love you too.” you couldn’t keep your real smile off your cheeks while you confessed, your soft expression bringing another wave of desire over atsumu’s body.

“can, can i take ya inside angel?” he allowed his true intentions to be heard in his words, your eyes widening when you figured out what he meant. you nodded vigorously before shooting a look to makki and mattsun. mattsun just waved you off and got into his truck while makki yelled, “get that dick!”

you heated up horribly, grabbing atsumu’s hand and pulling him towards the house and to his room. he allowed himself to be dragged along, sending winks to the other boys as he went until the two of you were standing right in front of his door.

“i love ya,” he whispered, lifting your hand to his lips to place a gentle kiss there. you grinned. “love you too tsum.”

that must have been the final straw because the minute the words left your mouth, he was on you.

••• smut begin•••

pressing you up against the door, atsumu ravaged your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours as he walked you backwards into his room, laying you down on the bed so that he was hovering over you, his hips pressing hard against yours.

instinctively, you ground up into him, rewarding you with a loud groan and a gasp of your name. “fuck angel, yer killing me here,” he laughed breathlessly, rolling his hardness against your thigh. you let out a breathy moan and tangled your hands in his hair to bring him back down to your lips.

as you continued to kiss him, his hands scrambled at your waist, pushing his hands under it to grope at your chest. you giggled at the cold of his fingers but he didn’t pay it any mind, moving down from your mouth to your neck, sucking dark marks into the sensitive skin there.

“ah, shit tsumu,” you tilted your head to the side to give him more access, just as he reached under your bra to tease your nipples. a startled gasp left you, your back arching into his careful touch. “that feel good angel?” atsumu asked, voice low and gravelly as he pinched the delicate bud, drawing another noise from your throat.

you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. you bit your bottom lip while he pulled your shirt and bra off, tossing them somewhere in the room. as he scanned your half naked body, he noticed you quieting yourself and he lightly shook his head. his thumb found its way to your lip, carefully pulling it from between your teeth.

“wanna hear ya angel, let me hear yer pretty noises, yeah?” without letting you respond, atsumu dove back into your chest, suckling one of your nipples into his mouth while toying with the other, a sigh of his name sending a bolt of arousal straight to his loins.

he grinded against you absentmindedly, losing himself in you, eventually switching sides to give the same treatment to your neglected bud.

while atsumu seemed to be having the time of his life attached to your tit, you were getting impatient, your arousal completely soaking through your underwear. you needed more.

tangling your fingers in his blond locks, you attempted to tug him away from your chest but his reaction was unlike anything you could’ve expected. “aahh!” he let out a strangled whine, his hips bucking against your side.

“please, tsumu, need more,” you breathed, his needy reaction not lost on you as pulled his hair a bit harder. you were not disappointed as his eyes rolled back and his mouth opened in a silent moan before dropping his head to your shoulder.

“fuck, fuck, okay angel, i got ya, i got ya.” atsumu swiftly disposed of both yours and his bottoms and underwear before lifting your leg and positioning himself at your entrance.

“tell me if i hurt ya, alright? i love ya,” he smiled down on you, your heart swelling two times at his carefulness. “i love you too,” you replied, watching as his pupils grew and a low groan broke free from his chest.

“oh angel, ‘m gonna ruin ya.” that was the last thing he said before he pushed into you, both of you letting out whimpers as he stretched you open, the blunt head of his cock just a few centimeters shy of your cervix.

your back arched in pleasure, both of your hands scrambling until they found purchase on his back, your nails digging in just when he started to thrust shallowly into you.

“f-fuck, how’re ya s-so fuckin’ tight?” atsumu growled through gritted teeth, every word punctuated with a roll of his hips. you couldn’t respond as you were too overwhelmed with pleasure, his cock rubbing against your g-spot with every slow movement.

speaking of slow, he was moving way too leisurely for your tastes. you needed him to move faster and you knew exactly how to do it.

sliding your hand up from his back, you grabbed a good chunk of hair from the back of his head and pulled. his reaction was immediate and oh-so gratifying.

an honest to god whimper poured from his lips and he instantly thrusted all the way into you, his length driving into your g-spot perfectly. you both let out twin moans as he started rocking into consistently, every movement bringing you closer and closer to your peak.

“i love ya, i love ya so fuckin’ much, angel—shit—yer so amazing, i love ya,” atsumu rambled while pounding into you, deep curses and whines of your name interspersed with his declarations of love. if you could speak, you would reciprocate but you were too busy holding on for dear life as he fucked you into oblivion.

desperate for some kind of anchor to reality, you grasped onto his locks again, gripping tightly as drawn-out cries of his name slipped from your open lips. you were close, so close and he knew it too.

“feel ya clenchin’ around me like a good girl, ya gonna cum fer me? gonna cum fer me angel?” atsumu’s hand snaked down between your bodies to rub fast circles on your clit, a shaky sob finding its way out into the open air.

“oh shit, yeah, ‘m g-gonna cum for you tsum, ‘s all for you,” you moaned, clamping down on him sporadically as you started to cum, your vision whiting out and your thighs trembling while you gushed around him.

your mind was floating off when you felt him cum with a shout, his warmth flooding you and spilling out as he collapsed onto your chest.

••• smut over •••

the two of you lied there for a while, attempting to regain your brain and feeling in your legs. you vaguely made note of the wet rag cleaning between your thighs and the following weight falling down beside you but it was only after a few more minutes that you really came back to yourself, rolling over to lay on atsumu’s bare chest.

“holy shit, tsumu,” you said in awe, your boyfriend (!!) laughing at your reaction. “i’m just that good angel, what can i say?”

you groaned and hit him in the chest but you couldn’t keep the smile off your face if you tried. “you are such a menace!”

“only fittin’ that i picked a gremlin ta be with then,” atsumu teased while playing with a piece of your hair. mock offense filled your chest as you sat up, fixing him with your ‘angriest’ glare.

“is that the kind of language you’ll be using in your vows, mister?” you were only joking but when atsumu’s eyes widened and a blush spread across his cheeks, you realized your mistake.

you opened your mouth to apologize or to make some kind of excuse but he beat you to the punch. “ya wanna marry me angel?” he asked, looking so vulnerable with hope shining in his brown irises. you couldn’t bear to lie.

“of course tsum, you’re it for me,” you reached out a hand to caress his cheek and he leaned into it, his own coming up to cup yours and hold it against his face.

“good.” and that was the end of that, that evening’s... extraneous activities having thoroughly tired to the point that you fell completely asleep with your face against one of his pecs.

if you had stayed awake a little longer, you would’ve seen atsumu pull out his phone and start a new note titled, “my angel.”

if i just said i loved you, it would be an understatement. it would be like saying the sun’s surface is just a bit warm or that the arctic is just a little chilly. it would be an injustice to you and to how i truly feel about you. love—

“-is a word that is much too soft and used far too often ta ever describe the fierce, infinite and blazing passion that i have in my heart for ya angel. ya acknowledge my strengths and ya accept my faults. ya make me wanna be a better person every day. so, today i vow ta laugh with ya and comfort ya during times of joy and times of sorrow. i promise ta always pursue ya, ta fight for ya, and love ya unconditionally and wholeheartedly for the rest of my life. ya are my best friend and i’m the luckiest person on earth ta call ya mine- wait are ya crying?"

the audience burst into laughter as you frantically tried to wipe away your tears, punching atsumu softly on the arm. “of course i am, you ass.”

the officiant cleared his throat, grabbing both of your attentions. “it is the bride’s turn to give her vows. if you may?”

you nodded and atsumu already felt like crying. again. he’d cried that morning while getting dressed and then again when you walked down the aisle in the most beautiful dress he had ever seen. now, as he watched you pull a folded piece of paper out of your bra, he knew he’d made the right decision in confessing to you, all those years ago.

he also knew he was definitely going to cry again.

“atsumu, falling for you wasn’t falling at all—it was walking into a house and knowing that you’re home. today, i want to make you promises that i will always keep. i promise to never stop holding your hand or accepting your kisses. i promise to not hit you too hard when you insult me or call me a gremlin. i promise to share my food with you, to never go to bed angry, and to try and understand your obsession with professional men’s volleyball. i promise to love, respect, protect and trust you, and give you the best of myself, for i know that together we will build a life far better than either of us could imagine alone. i choose you. i’ll choose you over and over and over, without pause, without doubt, i’ll keep choosing you.

i used to never truly enjoy moments because i was always waiting for what's next. the next thing horrible thing to happen. now that i have you, i enjoy the moment. every moment.

today seems like it's the start of a new journey, but i already belong to you. falling for you wasn't falling at all—it was walking into a house and knowing you're home. i love you.”

and at least in this lifetime

we’re sticking together

me and my husband

we’re sticking together

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