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hedghost · 2 years ago

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alessia russo | stubborn love

at any given time, alessia's actions were determined by one of two opposing thought processes. number 1, she was incredibly sensible, and number 2, she was unforgivingly stubborn. predictably, the latter normally won out, especially when she wasn't feeling well.

in which alessia spends the day insisting she's fine. you know better.

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when you wake that morning, it's to the sound of light rain against your window. you absentmindedly watch the sliver of grey skies through the crack in the curtain, as you prepare yourself for the day ahead.

alessia is still asleep. even now, she maintains her tight grip around your waist, one hand splayed protectively over your chest. this is nothing unusual. from her position nestled against you, you can feel her soft breath against your collarbone, can feel the gentle brush of her hair on your neck. you pull her impossibly closer and close your eyes, drinking in the sensation of her body entangled in yours. even asleep, her presence is a calming force, anchoring you to her.

these are the moments you have come to adore. your alarms will go off soon, and the matchday routine will begin. for now, however, you are perfectly content to hold alessia close and listen to the rain.

the shrill noise of your alarm cuts through the calm. alessia only groans and tucks her head into your neck even more. reaching to turn it off, you smile softly and nudge her.

“come on, love,” you murmur, “time to get up.”

“five more minutes,” she groans, her voice croaky with sleep. you stretch as best as you can with her still pinning you down, successfully dislodging her a little.

alessia rolls off you, lying on her back as she yawns and rubs her eyes. you stand once she does, readying yourself to begin your game day preparations.

“i’m gonna hop in the shower - don’t go back to sleep, mkay?” you say, leaning over to press a kiss to her forehead. alessia clears her throat and nods.

the warm water washes away the last remnants of sleep, and you emerge out of the bathroom fully focused on the game ahead. you get dressed quickly, smirking as you watch alessia try to wake herself up a little more. you’ve been together long enough to know she is not a morning person.

“god, i’m tired,” she whispers, finally pulling herself to her feet and towards the bathroom.

you press a kiss to her temple as she passes you, and she smiles gratefully.

“i’ll get some food going,” you say.

alessia pads into the kitchen as you finish plating up breakfast, her hair still a little damp. you pass her some food before taking your seat in front of her. you coax a little conversation out of her as the two of you eat, talking about nothing and everything at the same time. she seems a little out of it this morning, not her usual match-day laser focus, but it’s been a long week. you’ve both been busy. it's probably just that. still, you know her routines well enough to know when she’s acting even a fraction differently.

“you okay lessi?” you say, noticing she seems to have zoned out once again. at your words, she snaps her attention back to you.

“hmm?”

”just checking you were alright, you're a bit quiet this morning?”

“oh right sorry, yeah i’m good,” she gives a sheepish smile, swallowing before speaking again, “just haven’t really woken up yet,”

you think you catch a hint of strain in her voice when she speaks, but, like she said, she’s probably just tired. you shrug as you stand, having finished your breakfast well before alessia.

“fair enough love, want me to make you a coffee?”

“i can do it,” she says, starting to rise in her seat, but you put a hand on her shoulder to keep her from standing.

“its cool, i got it. finish your food, it'll go cold,"

the smile that finds its way onto your face is not intentional, but when you’re with alessia, they rarely are. something about her, about being with her, just brings you a content warmth. an early-morning sort of peace. you’d do just about anything if it meant her day ran a little easier.

“here,” you say as you hand alessia the travel mug. “ready to go?”

“yeah, let me just grab my bag,” her words are punctuated with a light sniffle, so slight you almost miss it. you watch out the corner of your eye for any sign she might be upset, or on the verge of tears, but you see nothing. it slips your mind as quickly as it came.

the drive over to where you'll meet the team bus is quiet, only the hum of the engine and the faint patter of the rain hitting the windscreen. at any other time, you and alessia both favour loud music blaring from the speaker, alternating between constant chatter and pealing laughter about something trivial, but before games, you both appreciate a little peace to get in the zone. you focus on the road while alessia sips her coffee next you, watching the cars pass by.

the quiet is interrupted by the sound of a harsh coughing fit. you turn your head to see alessia slightly bent over as she tries to get it under control.

"whoa, you alright?" you say, flitting your eyes back and forth between the road and your girlfriend. she nods, pausing to catch her breath.

"yeah sorry, coffee went down the wrong way," she gives you a weak smile, clearing her throat again. you laugh and accept it, but when you turn your attention back to driving, you catch another sniffle, and your scepticism returns. you have a funny feeling you know what's up. you make a mental note to keep an eye on her, hoping your worries are unfounded.

despite your concern, alessia gives no further indication that she's feeling anything but her best for the rest of the drive. you walk onto the bus together, both putting on your headphones as you take your seats. as usual, she sits next to tooney, with you across the aisle. you watch her out of the corner of your eye as much as you can, but it's hard to gauge much when she has put a little distance between you. again, this is nothing unusual. she's always quiet at this point before a match, running through the gameplan or mentally dissecting the opposition.

you think alessia seems tired still during pre-match warm up, a little distracted as you walk the pitch as a team. to anyone else, its probably entirely unnoticeable, and you shake your head. you're probably just being paranoid. you turn your attention to the grey skies above, it looks like the rain is likely to get worse.

once you head back in, the changing room is alive with its usual buzz, a mixture of pre-match jitters and an itch to begin play. you plop down next to alessia, who sits rather reservedly as she pulls her socks on.

"hey less?"

"mhmm?"

"are you feeling okay?" you talk quietly, knowing she wouldn't appreciate the rest of the team hearing your question.

"i'm fine y/n," she shrugs off your question, not exactly the bright, bubbly alessia you're used to.

"are you sure? you can tell me if you don't feel w-"

"i said i'm fine," she says shortly, a little harsher than you would expect from her. you can tell she wants you let it go, but that only encourages your badgering. you try a softer approach.

"less, baby, it's me, come on,"

she takes a deep breath in, then turns to you, offering a smile again.

"i'm good love, just a little tired, i promise," her defensiveness is gone, and you scan her face for any indication she's lying, "sorry, i'll be fine once we start playing,"

you nod, biting your lip. you trusted alessia, you knew she was sensible. you know she wouldn't lie about something that could affect the team's performance. you also knew that she could be undeniably, unwaveringly stubborn, but you choose to let it go. you decide to accept her word, to chalk her bad mood up to pre-match nerves, and the culmination of a long week.

"alright love, ready to go?" you stand as the team begins to filter out for the start of play. "how about we have a chill day tomorrow, huh? have a lie in, maybe go out for lunch, just you and me?"

she takes your hand, squeezing it gently as you walk out together.

"that sounds nice,"

the game begins and, almost immediately, the weather takes a turn for the worse. the team plays well despite the conditions, with you leading the impenetrable back line, and alessia wreaking havoc up front. at half time, you’re one-nil up, and all equally drenched. you gather around on the benches as marc begins his half-time talk.

you've all changed into dry kits, but you can still feel alessia shivering next to you. you had no cause for concern on the pitch, focused only on the game, but now the worry is back in full force. you always could read her like a book. you can tell she's only half-listening, attention seemingly elsewhere. you sidle a little closer to her, hoping your presence can offer a little comfort, but she doesn't seem to notice.

pressed up against her, you feel, more than hear, her sharp intake of breath. alessia turns away to sneeze breathlessly into her elbow. you place a hand on her thigh and rub it gently, settling for another small gesture of comfort. you want to wrap her up in a hug and not let go, but you can't do that in front of everyone. you know her well enough to know the last thing she would want is you drawing attention to her, especially like this. someone blesses her, and she blushes.

"sorry," she murmurs, and marc continues speaking. you make a note to check if she’s okay when you can get a more private second with her, but you already know your fears have been confirmed with that single sneeze. your girlfriend is definitely coming down with something.

marc concludes his speech, and the team disperses to brave the rain again. you try to grab alessia's attention, but she successfully shuts you down by practically marching back onto the field.

the next half of the game is cagey, and this time, you keep your attention on alessia. now that she's given you an almost confirmation that she's getting ill, you know what to look out for. even if she felt okay before, she's undeniably getting sicker. she still plays well, of course she does, but to someone who knows her as well as you do, the signs are all there.

alessia is breathing a little heavier, recovering a little slower after making a run. she seems a little more hesitant to be involved in those heavy challenges, and when she does inevitably get knocked over (nothing unusual, even on a good day alessia is never that great at staying on her feet), she takes a little longer to get back up. you see her cough into her fist a few times, stopping occasionally to sniff or wipe her nose. even when she scores, her celebration seems lacklustre, smile barely lasting long enough for you to make your way over and pull her in for a hug. she pulls away just as quickly.

you hope it’s nothing, maybe just a small cold, but when the game is finally done and you enter the changing room, you’re kicking yourself for even letting her play. everyone else is celebrating the win exuberantly, but alessia's smiles are subdued, a ghost of her usual self. your teammates clap you on the back as you walk past, and you echo their congratulations with a big smile, but your attention is solely on your girlfriend.

you know she won’t admit anything or accept help here, not in front of everyone else, so you have to be subtle in your comfort. coming to a stop in front of the bench where she sits, you run a hand over her hair and rub her shoulder. she leans her head back against the wall and looks up. her face is flushed, hair dripping from the rain. you don't press her with questions, knowing you'll only get shut down again. besides, you think you have your answer just by looking at her.

"well done today less, that was such a sick goal,"

she smiles, leaning ever so slightly into your touch. she looks shattered, like she could fall asleep right there and then. you open your mouth to speak, but before you can, she clears her throat and cuts you off.

"i'm fine, before you say anything," her guard is back up, but her voice is scratchy when she speaks, and you know she's anything but. she levels her gaze at you, daring you to argue with her, but the overall effect is lost, the challenge not quite meeting her tired eyes.

"yeah i know. you're fine, i wasn't going to say anything," you hold your hands up in surrender.

clearly she wasn't expecting that response, and the fight deflates out of her, with a small 'oh, yeah'. you both know she's lying, but when she realises she might have convinced you to drop it, at least for now, she relaxes a little. she knows you're in her corner, and you know that pressing the issue in front of the team will only end badly. like you said, she's stubborn, and she'll deny feeling unwell for as long as possible. you just have to go about your comfort in less direct ways. you smile down at her.

"tired?" you say, and she nods. at least she'll concede this to you. "you can have a nap once we're on the bus, yeah? come on, let's go shower," you pull her to her feet, and she stands dutifully. you pick up both of your wash bags, before practically dragging her towards the shower room.

the two of you enter into neighbouring cubicles, and you relax into the warm water, a welcome change from the cold rain. you wash yourself quickly, not wanting alessia to have to wait for you. as you do so, you hear her let out a few harsh sneezes in quick succession. you wince at the sound. that’s confirmation of a cold if you ever did need it.

you're dried and changed before alessia exits the showers. she emerges looking a little more refreshed, but now you can see how flushed her face really is. you know the rest of the girls will take a while to get showered, still chatting and revelling in the win. someone has put a speaker on, and you think you see alessia wince at the loud music. it makes you wonder if she's got a headache too.

"wanna head on to the bus? these lot will be a while," you say, and alessia hesitates. clearly she doesn't want people to think something is up. you change tactics.

"please babe," you say, loud enough for the others to hear, "i'm knackered and this music's giving me a headache,"

its a lie of course, and alessia knows this, but she nods and takes your hand.

"see you on the bus guys!" you call over your shoulder, before wrapping your arm around alessia's waist. she relaxes imperceptibly.

there are fans waiting outside as you walk to the coach. you mean to keep walking, but alessia breaks apart from you to sign a few things, so you do the same. their shouts for autographs and photos increase in volume, and you sneak a sideways glance at alessia. she's not talking much, and you can tell she's putting up her best front for the fans. it might fool them, but it's certainly not fooling you. your heart melts, and you place a hand on her back protectively. you shout a quick excuse and goodbye to the remaining fans, who groan at your quick departure, but your only concern is getting your girl onto the bus, and away from their loud voices and prying eyes.

this time, you sit next to alessia, letting her take the window seat. you pick seats at the front, knowing it'll be quieter than the rest of the bus. she settles into you as you place an arm around her. alessia lets out a few more coughs, and you pass her a water without a word. you subtly dig around to see if you have any tissues, but come up short, instead praying alessia won't need them.

soon enough the rest of the team file onto the bus, and you begin the trip home. you watch as alessia fights to keep her eyes open, and you stroke a finger down her nose. its something you do sometimes, when she can't sleep, having inadvertently found out it worked at the beginning of your relationship. back then, the two of you had still been nervously figuring each other out, still discovering where the lines between the two of you met.

"just get some sleep less, we'll be home soon,"

sure enough, she’s asleep in minutes. you listen to your teammates conversations, joining in occasionally, but always mindful not to wake the girl nestled into your side. you watch her as she sleeps, as her breathing becomes heavier, her lips parted, her nose stuffy. when you arrive, you press a kiss to her hair to wake her. she blinks up at you, doe-eyed and half-asleep.

"come on less, lets go,"

the drive home is short, and quiet. the music is low enough for you to hear how alessia is still fighting to hide her coughs and sniffles from you. you have to admire her dedication, even if she's not fooling you in the slightest. you know you'll have to force her into confession when you get in, and you prepare yourself for a very stubborn alessia as you head into your shared flat.

you lock the door behind you, and turn to confront her. now that it's just the two of you, you can speak plainly and firmly, and you hope it'll be enough to make alessia admit she's sick.

"right less, the jig is up, i know you're-" you cut yourself off as you catch her expression. she looks utterly miserable, those bright eyes staring up at you with unshed tears. she sniffs, and you aren't sure if its from her cold or not.

"i don't feel well," she whispers. just speaking seems to tickle her throat, and she's hit by another violent cough, almost as though to prove her point. not that it needs any proving.

you hadn't expected her to give in this easily, and it's only now that you realise just how bad she's feeling. all the fight you had prepared rushes out of you, leaving only crushing guilt that you hadn't clocked the extent of her illness, and a strong desire to wrap alessia up in blankets forever. your hopes that it was just a little cold are well and truly gone, and all you want to do is make it all better.

"oh darling, i know, i know," you breathe out as you pull her into you. she practically falls into your embrace, and you hold her close. "it's okay love, you don't have to pretend anymore," she presses her face into your neck and nods, sinking impossibly further into your arms.

your hand finds the back of her head, and you thread your fingers through her still damp hair. you know you need to get her into bed, but she seems reluctant to let you go, and so the two of you stand there for a little while, two silhouettes locked together in the dim light of the hallway. you press your lips to her temple, feeling the warmth coming from her skin. alessia's breath hitches, and she tries to pull away, but you don't move your arms.

"y/n, i need- i need to sn-sneeze,"

"oh right sorry," you say, and she moves away from you to desperately sneeze twice into her hands. the force of it almost bends her double, and even the sneezes sound exhausted. you place a steadying hand on her back.

"oh sweetheart, bless you, let's get you into bed hmm?" you coo, and she nods miserably.

"do you have a tissue?" she says shyly as you lead her into the bedroom, "need to blow my nose," she mumbles the last part, clearly embarrassed, whether about being ill or asking for help, you aren't sure. you choose to ignore her hesitance, just glad she's finally asking at all.

"yeah, i'll go get you some. you just go get changed yeah?"

you grab her an old t-shirt of yours to sleep in, one you've caught her wearing when she's been upset or ill before. you bend to brush your lips to her forehead as she sits on the bed. alessia just about manages a grateful smile, swallowing through the pain in her throat.

you rush through the flat, on a mission to gather anything alessia might possibly want or need as fast as you can. you didn't like the idea of leaving her alone for too long. you knew alessia was perfectly capable of taking care of herself, but that didn't mean she should have to, for god's sake. you flick the kettle on, then set about grabbing tissues, cold medicine, an extra blanket, anything you could think of that might make alessia feel just a fraction better.

making your way back into the bedroom, you were greeted by alessia rummaging through your kit bags. placing your wares on the bedside table, you walk up and wrap your hands around her from behind. you can feel her shivering against your front.

"less, what are you doing? you should be in bed,"

"i need to put my things away," she mumbled, her voice stuffy, consonants rounded out by congestion, "i know you don't like things left out, it'll only take a second,"

"less, don't be stupid, you can barely stand," you sigh with an exasperated smile. she starts to protest, but you pull her towards the bed, "i'll do that tomorrow, it's fine, come on. bed now,"

she gives in easily, and your heart melts for the umpteenth time that day. you tuck another blanket over her and pass her a mug of tea.

"did you put honey in it?" she asks shyly as she wraps her hands around it, appreciating the warmth. you smile down at her.

"of course i put honey in it. i know what you like,"

"thank you," alessia's voice is low, almost reverent. she looks down, seemingly wanting to say more, so you remain quiet.

"i'm sorry," she eventually whispers. at this, you move to sit down on the bed, brushing a stray lock of her hair back, and rubbing her cheek gently with your thumb. alessia leans into the touch.

"darling, what are you sorry for?"

"i just- i was horrible to you today. i knew you were only trying to look after me, and you were being so nice, and so caring, and i just-" alessia sniffs and looks up, blinking back tears, "i felt awful all day, and you know me so well so of course you could tell, but i just kept lying to you, and i could've cost us the game and i-"

you shift on the bed, wrapping your arm around her shoulders, and placing a hand on her thigh, mindful of the mug of tea she still held.

"shh less, its okay. that doesn't matter,"

"but-"

"no buts. you were ill, and you wanted to play. and you played well despite it all too. you're tough, to do that. i mean, also stubborn and a bit stupid, because i think you've only made yourself worse, but it's okay, alright?"

"i don't deserve you," she exhaled.

"i don't deserve you, you stubborn idiot," you smirk, and she laughs weakly.

"i'm not that stubborn," she mutters, but there was no bite to it. you were just glad to have coached a little smile out of her. she turns to cough harshly into her fist again.

"yes. you are. but i love you for it." you say, standing to get changed. you soften your voice when you next speak, "now shut up and drink your tea. it'll help your throat, okay?" for once, alessia obeys you.

"do you need anything else before i come to bed, love?"

alessia shakes her head, "just you,"

"sap," you say, climbing under the covers. alessia shivers as you pull them back. she sits up to let you position yourself behind her, before nestling into your arms. she sniffles again.

"how are you feeling? be honest this time" you say, passing her a tissue.

"not good," she murmurs, "my throat hurts and my body hurts and my head aches and my nose is so stuffy,"

"poor baby," you say, rubbing her arms. once she got past the initial denial stage, alessia could be a bit dramatic when she was ill. you didn't mind too much.

"and i need to sneeze again," she whines, moving to sit up. you push her back down. "what are you doing? i don't want to get you si-," alessia cuts herself off with another sneeze.

"bless you love. i won't get sick, and if i do, i don't care." you press another kiss to her forehead. "besides, i don't think its going to make a difference if you sneeze here or a foot away from me. especially not when we're sharing a bed,"

"i'll make you sleep on the sofa," alessia mumbles, before sniffling again.

"no, you won't," you knew alessia couldn't go without your comfort when she was sick.

"no i won't," she concedes with a sigh, "i don't want you to catch this though," her breath hitches as she speaks, and you smirk.

"are you going to sneeze again?"

"no," alessia denies. you raise your eyebrows, the challenge present in your expression. you smirk as she clearly tries to hold it back.

"so stubborn,"

alessia tries to respond, but the tickle in her nose gets the better of her. she whines after she sneezes, burying her head into your chest.

"y/n, i feel like shit," her words are muffled against you, and between her blocked nose and scratchy throat, its hard to hear exactly what she says. you get the gist though.

"i know love, i know," she buries further into you and you stroke her hair, noting the way her skin feels warm and clammy to the touch. "i've got you. try and sleep now, i'll be here if you need me, okay?"

you hear her mumble something else into your chest, but you dont quite catch it.

"what was that love?" she looks up at you, cheeks flushed and nose pink. even when sick, she looks impossibly cute.

"will you read to me?" she repeats, shyly. you beam down at her. god you love this girl.

"which book?"

"i don't mind, one of yours?"

you were an avid reader, and had quite the collection. alessia meanwhile wasn't much for books, only reading occasionally when on holiday, or on a long flight. at times like this however, when she didn't feel well, or she'd had a bad day, or even just couldn't sleep, she'd ask you to read to her. you adored it; the fact that just your voice alone was enough to calm her, make her feel better, make her feel safe enough to drift off when she was struggling.

you lean over to grab a book you kept on your dresser for these exact times. the book changed of course, sometimes it was poems, sometimes a novel you'd read a thousand times over, but always something you knew would calm your girlfriend. you begin to read.

alessia burrows into you, closing her eyes. she listens to the murmur of your chest as you speak, lets your soft words drift over her. it doesn't take long for her breathing to even out, but you keep reading aloud until you're sure she's fast asleep.

you put the book down and gaze lovingly down at your girl, feeling her light breath ghost over your collarbone, watching her eyelids flutter in her sleep. she snuffles and snores lightly, her cold blocking her nose. you smile softly at her perfectly parted lips, at the light flush that spreads over her freckles. you press a light kiss to her head, whispering a soft declaration of love into her hair.

"night darling, i've got you now,"

a soft little sickfic for you guys, hope you enjoyed it <;3

can't lie i love writing fluffy hurt/comfort ones like this so if you liked it please send in similar requests! i'd willingly write a part 2 to this one with absolutely zero plot lol

all love, hedge xx

#alessia russo imagine #alessia russo x reader #alessia russo #muwfc x reader #sickfic #hurt/comfort #engwnt x reader

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steddieas-shegoes · 9 months ago

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pitiful little guy

for @steddielovemonth prompt ‘taking care of them when they’re sick’

rated t | 514 words | cw: flu and all its glorious symptoms (vomiting, fever, aches, etc) | tags: established relationship, sick fic, hurt/comfort, Eddie is a baby when he’s sick

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The cold washcloth against the back of his neck was refreshing, but it was only a temporary relief from the raging fever and sweat and nausea he’d been fighting for more than 24 hours now.

Eddie was maybe dying, a delayed reaction to the bat bites or the general funk of the Upside Down. He’d never been this sick. If he had, he’d blocked out the memory.

Steve’s hand was rubbing his back slowly, not saying anything because the last time he’d tried to comfort him, Eddie snapped at him. Eddie didn’t deserve any of his care.

“You wanna try some water again?” Steve asked.

Eddie shook his head.

“Baby, you’re gonna get dehydrated. It’ll just make you feel worse.”

Yeah, obviously. But he’d just thrown up the four sips of water he’d taken a few minutes before and he wasn’t too thrilled at the idea of it happening again.

“Maybe I’ll pass out and sleep through it,” Eddie finally said.

“Eds-“

“Don’t,” Eddie felt the saliva gathering in his mouth again. “Not again.”

But apparently his body still had something to expel.

When he was done, he felt lightheaded, a little dizzy, and the cool cloth on his neck was no longer refreshing.

“Bed?” He rasped.

“C’mon, love,” Steve wrapped an arm around his waist to help him up, managing most of his weight as they walked into the bedroom. “You can take more Tylenol now. But you have to try to drink some water with it.”

Eddie groaned.

“I know you don’t want to, but I’m not giving you a choice.”

Eddie pouted.

“That’s not gonna work on me and you know it.”

Eddie whined.

“That was pitiful.”

“I’m a pitiful little guy, what can I say?”

Steve snorted. “You can take the medicine and go back to sleep.”

And after the last 24 hours of being beyond miserable and making Steve deal with the worst of him, he figured he could suck it up and do one thing Steve asked of him. Maybe it would actually help this time.

Steve got a new cool cloth for his forehead as he settled in the bed after taking his medicine.

“You want me to put your hair up again?” Steve asked.

Eddie shook his head, but immediately regretted the head rush it brought.

“You want a massage?”

“Please don’t touch me,” Eddie sighed. “I want one, but everything hurts too much and I might throw up.”

“Mkay.” Steve sat on the edge of the bed, being careful not to touch him. “I love you, you pitiful guy.”

“Love you. Sorry I’m…like this,” Eddie’s eyes were closed, but he could tell Steve was smiling at him.

“It’s alright. Just know you’re doing all the laundry when you’re better.”

“Fair.”

It took two more days for Eddie to be able to eat more than a cracker, and another day after that to meet Steve at the door when he got home from work and wrap him up on his arms.

“Thanks for taking care of me,” he said against his neck.

“Always will, baby.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddielovemonth #love is taking care of them when they’re sick #established relationship #hurt/comfort #sickfic #cw: illness

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pro-mammonologist · 1 year ago

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Just thinking about cuddling with mammon when you feel that he has a boner and got all turned on just from cuddling you

Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehe

Your demon was always a touchy demon, especially on days like this where you both worked yourself to the bone and just wanted to relax. Mammon doesn’t like to work too hard too often and neither do you but when you’re together you can get a million things done. After the both of you showered yourselves and complained about your day, you settled down together in his bed and snuggled close.

You felt tired and wanted to go to sleep and while his chest was normally your go-to pillow, his body heat on your front felt like a little too much. You flipped over onto your side and he started to spoon you from behind, not wanting to separate.

“Big baby.” You called him, smiling to yourself.

“Who ya callin’ a baby?” He retorted softly, rubbing his head into your neck and inhaling your scent.

You laid there with him for a moment and tried to sleep, closing your eyes. Mammon shuffled a little bit behind you, keeping you from drifting off. You felt his arm snake around your waist and you instinctively took ahold of his hand, rubbing your thumb against the back of it. He could be so cute, honestly. You pushed yourself further back into him, now wanting to feel more heat from him. You tried to settle back down and then you felt something hard against your ass.

“Mams, did you drop your phone?”

“No.”

“Then—ahhh. I see.” You started giggling yourself awake.

He scoffed and shifted again. “I don’t know what you’re laughin’ at.”

“You need some relief, pretty demon?” You rubbed yourself against him for a moment.

He pulled you tighter against him. “Nah, I guess I can suffer to sleep.” He sighed tiredly, his voice low and muffled.

“You’re gonna sleep with a hard-on, just cuz you’re tired?” You turned over and faced him, trying to find his eyes in the dark. “I could make you feel better before you go to sleep, pretty boy.” You spat on your hand and slipped it into his underwear. Mammon almost never sleeps with anything on so usually his cock is much easier to access.

“Aw, Mc, you’re so sweet.” He said, leaning forward to kiss you as you teased your fingers up and down his shaft. “I’ll treat ya in the morning, mkay?” He mumbled, kissing you again.

“You’re the sweet one, Mammon. Can’t wait to see how cute your moans are when you’re sleepy.”

“Same for you.” Though you couldn’t see it, you could tell he was smiling as he thought of how he’s planning to make you cum in the morning, but right now, all you could care about is making him cum all over the inside of his underwear and then cleaning it off your hands.

Ending is rushed but foreplay <3

#obey me #obey me shall we date #mammon x mc #mammon #currently under mammons bed #obey me nightbringer #mammon smut #obey me mammon x reader #obey me headcanons #mammon fluff

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thissortofsorcery · 2 years ago

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Billy doesn’t want to get up.

The early morning sunlight is shining on him from the open window, sunbeams still watered down at seven am; a warm, gentle caress on his scarred back before the sun turns to scorching like it always does in California.

Steve’s already up and about. He has an early shift on Tuesdays.

Billy has his eyes closed, but he can hear Steve moving around the room, though he’s trying to be quiet. Billy hears the scratch of denim on his thighs, the spritzes of hairspray, him tripping on the sneakers he left by the closet like he does every damn time he stays over, then the jingle of keys.

He likes to hear Steve in his room, like he belongs there. Likes it when he spends the night. It's been happening more and more since Steve moved to California, six months ago.

The bed dips beside Billy.

“You gonna sleep all day?” Steve asks, running a large hand up Billy’s back, making him want to stretch.

“Thinking ‘bout it,” Billy mumbles without opening his eyes.

Steve hums and leans his weight against Billy, kissing a path up his shoulder, laughs against his skin. It tickles.

“If you get bored, I get off at four today, if you want to meet up.”

“‘mkay,”

Truth be told, Steve’s so warm, and he smells good, and the way he’s all over Billy is like they’re cuddling again, so Billy’s almost asleep.

Steve laughs again, “Okay, go back to sleep. I’ll call you later,” Billy feels the bed shift, hears his keys again. Steve kisses his hair, “I’m heading out. Love you.”

In the morning silence, he hears Steve’s footsteps walking away. The front door opens and closes.

Billy’s eyes snap open. He’s wide awake, now.

Was he dreaming, or did Steve say he loved him?

Billy flops over on his back. The ceiling has no answers for him.

Did Steve mean it? Or did he say it like he's used to saying it to other people, like Robin or his parents? Bye, love you. Good night, love you. Did he even notice he said it? Why else would he say that when Billy was practically asleep? Who the fuck does that?

Billy kicks off the sheets tangled in his legs while grumbling under his breath, manages to yank on a pair of shorts, and barely remembers to grab his keys on the way out. His sneakers are hastily shoved on as he's stomping down the stairs of the building.

When he slams out into the street, he looks around for the burgundy of Steve's car, squinting and shading his eyes with one hand. It doesn't take him long to find it. Steve hasn't gone far yet.

Billy sets off at a run, feeling the sun on his shoulders, on his chest, as he weaves between cars to try to get to Steve. He has to reach him. He needs to know.

The street isn't full, the cars are moving fast. Billy has to run faster.

"Steve!" Billy calls, hoping the idiot has his window open. "Steve!"

There's a corner coming up. The turn signal on the Beamer is blinking. Billy has to reach him. He's almost there. Almost.

"Steve!" Billy slams both hands on the passenger window, and the car brakes suddenly, accompanied by a loud yell coming from inside the car. Cars start honking behind them, and Billy flips them off. Then he slaps his hands on the window again, "C'mon Steve, lemme in."

Steve leans over the passenger side to make a face at Billy. He mouths something that looks like "Billy, what the fuck?", and Billy just keeps knocking, shouting,

"Let me in, come on!"

The door finally opens, and Billy catches the phrase "- hell is going on?" as he shoves inside. "You scared the crap out of me, Billy!"

"Fuckin' finally!"

"-what the fuck is happening right now, why don't you have a shirt on?"

"Did you mean it?" Billy says, and Steve stops talking. He only blinks at Billy, mouth parted.

"What?"

"Did you mean it?" Billy asks again, searching Steve's face for any hint of an answer.

But Steve just blinks again, "Did I mean what?"

"You didn't mean it," Billy sags against the seat, voice flat. Fuck. He wants to hit something. Wants to hit himself. "You didn't even know you said it."

"Didn't know I said what?" Steve's voice rises with his confusion.

"That you love me!" Billy shouts, right in Steve's face, like an accusation. Then his voice goes small, "Right before you left."

Steve's eyes go wide, almost scared, and his mouth opens and closes like he wants to say something, but he doesn't say anything. He doesn't say anything.

"It's fine," Billy says roughly, swallowing past a knot in his throat. He didn't know until now how much he wanted to hear that again. How much he wanted to hear it from Steve.

He reaches for the door handle, blinking fast, eyelashes already fucking clumping together like a fucking-

"Wait! Wait, wait, no, no, no- please. Billy," Steve says, starts with almost a shout and ends with a whisper, saying his name like a caress, soft like the hand that's taking Billy's and lacing their fingers together. "Hang on, just- I have to park the car, okay? Just let me park the car. Don't go."

All around them, cars are honking, a few people are yelling. They're still stopped in the middle of the street.

Billy nods, lets go of the door. Steve doesn't let go of his hand.

A couple of minutes later, they're parked a few yards down the street. The street traffic is back to normal, like nothing happened. Steve's thumb is stroking his hand.

"Billy, I-"

"'s alright," Billy shrugs. He doesn't turn to look at Steve. "You don't have to-"

"I did mean it," Steve says, leaning towards him. His face is doing that puppy-eyed thing where he looks kinda desperate, and it makes Billy's insides twist. "And I'm sorry I said it like that and left, okay? I'm so sorry. But it's true," He cups Billy's face, and touches his thumb to the corner of Billy's eye. It comes away damp. "I love you, Billy. I- You're the best part of my life."

For the hundred times Billy imagined hearing that, for the thousand times he held back from saying he loved Steve- He can’t say anything now. There’s a whirlpool in his chest, pulling in his lungs and his ribs and his throat, making it impossible for him to catch his breath, and it’s going to take him down if he doesn’t commit the sound to memory, if he doesn’t memorize every syllable.

His hand shoots out, wraps a fist around the shoulder of Steve’s shirt.

“Tell me again,” Billy rasps out. He doesn’t recognize his own voice.

Steve’s mouth widens in a small smile, and it grows bigger, bigger as his face comes closer, and Billy can’t look away. Wouldn’t want to.

Steve kisses him, "I love you."

And kisses him, "I love you."

Until Billy's own mouth is tingling and bruised and slick, and the hand that was fisting Steve’s shirt is tight in a handful of hair instead, until Billy’s body is burning in all the spots that Steve is touching him, panting harshly, heartbeat wild.

They pull back only to rest their foreheads together, noses touching, breathing the same air. Steve’s hand is still cradling his face, thumb stroking his cheekbone and sending a shiver down his neck.

“Billy," Steve murmurs, and brushes their lips together. "You okay?"

Billy just nods, not understanding the question. His breath is shaky and he's clinging to Steve like a vice, but he's good. He's happy.

Steve's thumb, still stroking his cheek, glides on wet skin, wipes tears away. He didn't realize he was crying.

Steve kisses his cheek so softly, plush lips brushing the splatter of his freckles all the up his cheekbone to the corner of his eye, then to his temple, until Billy's face is buried in Steve's neck, held tightly to him in a hug that could swallow Billy whole. It's kinda dumb to think he wanted to hear the words when everything Steve does feels like this, like he's pouring his whole heart into it.

"I love you too, you know," Billy mumbles, and feels Steve grin against his neck, feels the kiss he presses into his skin and the shiver it sends down his spine. "Really fucking do."

Billy wants to stay here, feeling Steve breathe with him, even if his hip is twisted uncomfortably. He's so happy it's enough to make him forget they're mashed together in the front seats of the Beamer after Billy chased Steve down half naked. But it can't last forever.

"You gotta go to work," Billy says, and tries to pull away.

"I'll call in," Steve says, and squeezes Billy tighter. "I'm so, so sick, can't you tell? Need to stay in bed all day," and he rocks them from side to side.

Billy laughs in his ear, "Oh yeah? Anyone else with you in that bed?"

"Well, it's your bed, so..." Steve says, and Billy can't stand that goofy fucking grin of his, so he catches it with his mouth, bites at it until Steve's moaning.

In a minute, they're gonna pull back and figure they'd much rather continue this in Billy's apartment. In a minute, Steve's gonna turn the car on to go back to Billy's building and have such a hard time parking that they'll figure they should've just walked back. In a minute, their day is going to go on, and on, and stretch into countless other days spent together, either in front seats or backseats of cars, or outside of cars altogether.

But for now, they're a tangle of limbs on the front seat of a BMW, freshly traded "I love you"s, lost in the feeling of each other because there can't be anything more important than this. Just Billy and Steve.

every time anti bullshit shows up on my dash, I write Steve loving on Billy | III

#owed you for sunday sorry folks #i was a little bit blocked #this one has a car chase #spreading billy love #harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #billy x steve #billy hargrove #steve harrington #sorcery writes #mine

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thehusbandoden · 1 year ago

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A Day Off -Dad! Dabi x Mom!Reader

It's really late but I finished this a little while ago and wanted to post it now.

Fluff | 1,471 words

Dabi's real name used + (spoilers below)

An au where Touya doesn't become Dabi the villain, but instead a loving father to your three kids. (Plus the number one hero)

Touya grinned as he finished breakfast, happy to help you out and give you a well deserved break.

You and Touya have been married for eight and a half years. You two met at UA high, and an epic love story commenced. You two were made for each other, finding one another again again, no matter how many times you thought things were entirely over.

Touya gave you happiness in life, and you gave him sanity. He almost ran from home many times, and even got seven miles out of the city on foot before you found him, panting on your bicycle.

Touya was quite mad at you for going so far alone at night, and you were utterly livid that he just tried to leave you.

Before Touya could scold you, you blew up on him, tears running down your cheeks as you cussed him out, telling him if he ever tried to leave you again you would hunt him down and break his legs.

Even as you threatened him he hugged you, rubbing his hands up and down your back for comfort.

You two called a friend to pick you up, and you went on with your life. A little more in love with each other than before.

And here you two were, twelve years later. Married, with three kids.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Haru squealed, pulling on Touya's "kiss the chef" apron, red pig tails bouncing up and down.

"Yes, Pumpkin?"

"Mommy awake"

"Already? Go show her your picture, try to stall her, mkay?"

"Okays!"

Touya smiled as the four year old ran off to stall her mother, heart melting at her innocence.

Going back to cooking, Touya hoped you would be distracted for at least a few more minutes.

~Your pov:~

Confused, you picked up your phone to check the time.

7:51

Panicking, you bolt up from bed, sprinting towards the door, stubbing your toe on a toy.

Inwardly cursing, you open the door to your shared bedroom, making your way into the hallway.

"Mommy! Wook at my dwawing!" Haru exclaimed, heterochromatic eyes shining as she shoved the paper in your face.

"Oh it's so pretty! Why don't you go show Daddy while Mommy goes to get your brothers ready?"

Haru smiled and ran away with a giggle, making her way to the kitchen.

Sighing, you made your way to your boys' room. Opening the door, you were surprised to see their beds empty.

"Taro, Riku~!" You call, walking towards the kitchen.

"We're in the entrance mom!" Taro calls, bringing you towards his voice.

"I'm sorry I woke up late, let's get ready quickly, and I'll buy you guys breakfast on the way there." You coo, stepping into the entrance of your home.

"But- we're not gonna be late. And we already ate!" Riku replied, popping his (h/c) head out to look at you.

"Hey mama, I already got everything handled, go get some more sleep." Dabi hummed, eyes soft as his head popped out as well, turquoise eyes soft as he smiled at you.

"You... You are amazing." You sigh, smiling up at your husband as he hummed, walking towards you.

"Well if you think I'm that amazing, you could always reward me with a kiss?" Touya smirked, leaning towards your lips teasingly.

Chuckling, you slowly closed the distance.

Right as your lips met your kiss was interrupted by your kids' squeals.

Haru was squealing in joy, always happy to see her parents show affection to one another.

Riku was disgusted, never wanting to see anybody receive any sort of affection besides what he got from both his beloved mommy and daddy.

And Taro- the only one who didn't squeal.

He was beet red.

He dreams of the day when he finds the perfect woman -much like his perfect mama- and has a family of his own.

He loves both of his parents. And strives to be the perfect husband and dad -like his daddy- and find the perfect wife -like his mama-.

You smiled as Riku wailed in despair, shaking Haru as she jumped up and down, Taro only staring at his parents in awe.

"Ri-ri, you'll give your sister a headache, quit that. Ru, you're gonna pass out if you don't calm down, and Ro, for the sake of your ma, you need to breathe." Touya sighed, a smile on his lips as he eyed his gorgeous mismatched children in adoration.

Taro, the seven year old eldest by forty three minutes.

He has crimson red hair resembling Touya's. He got his grandma's eyes, but also a splash of yours. Resulting in gorgeous steel gray eyes with a breathtaking splash of (e/c) around the pupils. His facial structure is most similar to Touya's, but he takes after your personality, attitude, and tendies.

Though it would be hard to tell by someone who's not close to your family due to his shy nature concealing it.

He's known for his respectful, peaceful, and polite nature. The calmer of the twins, and the least likely to cause any sort of problem.

Riku, the younger, rambunctious twin.

Riku has (h/c) hair and turquoise eyes. He looks almost exactly like his mum, and gets his fiery personality from his dad.

He's known as the trouble maker, but he does have his gentle moments.

And the four year old youngest, Haru.

Haru has crimson hair like her daddy and big brother. And, like her uncle Shoto, has two different eye colors. Her left eye is the same gorgeous color of her mama's, and her right eye is the same breathtaking turquoise as her dad's. She looks identical to her dad, and has a fun, very very bright personality.

She's known for her sweetness, creativity, and selflessness.

Touya was snapped out of his thoughts as Haru and Riku pulled at his sleeves, warning him that they'd be late if they didn't hurry.

Laughing he pecked you on the lips before following his darlings out the door, telling you that he'd be right back.

It was half an hour later when Touya walked back in, immediately finding his place on top of you as you laid on the couch.

"Oof- hey baby.. where's Haru?"

"She's at uncle Shoto's house. I thought we could use some alone time."

"Oh? And what are you planning on doing?"

Shifting his way so he could look you in the eyes, he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

"Guess."

Twelve minutes later you were laughing in the kitchen as Touya licked the brownie mix off of the side of your mouth, holding your waist to keep you steady.

"To-To-Touya!" You laugh, pushing your beloved back playfully.

"Hmm?" He asks, pulling you in for a chocolate tasting kiss.

"We need to finish these so we can have room for the cleaning, cuddles, and movie date." You breathe against his lips, making him groan.

"But you taste so good!" He wails in despair, falling against the fridge dramatically.

"Help me get these in the oven and I'll reward you with a kiss~." You coo, instantly seizing the pro's attention.

Two batches of brownies and one marathon of cleaning later, you and Touya were cuddled up on the couch, remote and brownies in hand.

"Oooh! Let's watch (f/m)!"

"UGHH~ we are xnotx watching that again!"

"Why not? It's a great movie."

"And we've seen it forty thousand and a bajilion times."

"You are xsox immature To."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am no-"

"This is exactly what I'm talking about!"

"You're doing it too~!"

"Fine! What movie do you want to watch?"

"Princess Bride."

"No way."

"And why not? Princess Buttercup~."

"Because we've seen it seventy thousand, bajilion times~!"

~Bonus~

"I have no idea who you are talking about. You own no child here." Shoto stated, voice as monotone as ever.

"Umm what the fu- fudge! Fudge!" Touya growled, rubbing his side where you just elbowed him.

"Sho we need Haru." You smile, pinching Touya's arm playfully, causing him to yelp.

"Haru is mine now."

"Oh no she is not. Give me back our daughter." Touya growled, stepping close to the menace of a little brother he has.

"You do not have a dau-"

"Shoto dear.. give us our Haru or we will personally burn your favorite cold soba restaurant, all the others and all of the factories producing the ingredients and instant noodles." You smile, eyes holding an evil only a protective parent or lover could produce.

Shoto's face paled as he stepped inside, quickly returning with a sleeping Haru in his arms.

"I- I was kidding.. please don't burn my soba." Shoto pouted, usually monotone voice holding a certain fear.

".. we'll count this as a warning." You drawl, staring Shoto down meaningfully.

Slightly nodding, Shoto quickly closed his door, shivering at the thought of no soba.

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Honeysuckle Rose • Part 7

part one part two part three part four part five part six

masterlist olive's playlist ao3

taglist: @sagesolsticewrites @ginabaker1666 @hephaestn @manonsmanicmind @derry-rain @bobparkhurst @bloodynereid @archival-hogwash

A misunderstanding may lead to the end of two relationships, one blossoming, the other solidified. The girls take comfort in one thing: the knowledge that they have each other.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Olive shrieks as she collapses on her bed, her face a blotchy mess of tears and snot.

“Jesus, was it that bad?” Val teases, applying cold cream on her face.

“We know you prefer Dougie, but come on, Ol. Be fair,” Helen joins in, before seeing Olive’s face and realizing that now is not the time for jokes. Olive begins to explain, her two friends looking on in concern.

“Benny and I agreed to be just friends,” she whimpers, taking a handkerchief from Helen’s fingers and dabbing her face. “We embraced. It was just friendly, and we just talked. He knows how I feel about Dougie and how Dougie feels–felt for me.” She sniffles again, Helen’s bright eyes widening as Olive carries on with the explanation, Val crouching in front of her and taking her hand as Olive softly sobs.

“S-sorry,” she stutters. “I’m trying to be tough but I’m so–”

“Enough of that, Olive. You don’t need to be tough with us. We’re your family. We wanna see it all,” Helen soothes.

“Okay,” she breathes, trying to calm herself down. “Anyway, Dougie must’ve followed us and saw us hug because…” Another sob catches in her throat, new tears falling down her face and causing her perfectly applied mascara to begin running down her cheeks, black trails to form upon them. “He’s so…” she gestures with her hands, trying to pick the right word from her overloaded brain. “Angry.”

“Oh, honey,” Val breathes out, stroking Olive’s hand. “Hey, don’t let it worry you. He was probably just drunk and not thinking straight, hm?” Olive nods, in unison with Helen, causing the bed to shake and squeak slightly. “He’ll be fine by the morning. He’ll see you in that truck, making him a coffee and he’ll forget he was ever angry the second he sees your pretty smile, mkay?”

“Okay,” she whimpers, smiling wanely at her friends. “How was your little tryst in the Mess Hall, Miss DiRosano? Good for you, by the way.”

“What tryst?” She replies, brow furrowed in confusion. Helen gives Val the side eye, her smile making her cheeks turn pink.

“We saw you and Ev make a beeline for the mess hall when the siren went off, and–”

“I was hungry,” she blushes, smiling at herself in the small mirror.

“Oooohhh!” The girls squeal at the same time, begging for more details as they giggle like schoolgirls.

“Anything more than the cockpit incident?” Helen asks, her face turning a different shade of red than Val’s.

“Cockpit incident?” Olive gasps, waiting for one of them to include her in the story.

“I’ll tell you later, doll. Much too late for all that now. I'll just tell you that a table is far more comfortable than the cockpit of a plane.”

Val walks up to Olive, jar of cold cream in hand and crouches in front of her once again. “Close your eyes, girlie. Time to get ready for bed.”

Olive feels Helen begin to unpin her hair, brushing it with her fingers as she makes it loose. “Thanks, girls. Don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“And you'll never have to know,” Helen soothes, pulling the final pin out of her hair. “You’re stuck with us.”

—

“Morning, ladies,” Ev greets, his eyes sparkling with excitement as Val rushes to greet him with a chaste kiss.

“Hey, Blakely,” Olive greets, placing two cups down in front of him. “That one’s yours,” she gestures, pointing to the one on the right. “The other is for Dougie.”

“I don’t think coffee is gonna make it up to him, Olive,” he says, the furrow in his brow rivaling his girlfriend’s. “He’s really upset.”

“If he’d just listen to me,” she urges, head pounding with the lack of sleep and dehydration from the sporadic tears that keep sprouting out of her eyes. “If you could get him to see reason, I’d be–”

“Oh, I’m staying out of it,” he responds, taking the cup on the right. “None of my business if he wants to forgive you or not.”

“I didn’t do anything!” She feels herself getting hot, the anger soaring through her veins.

“Honey,” Val coos, patting his shoulder. “She didn’t do anything wrong. They were just talking about being–”

“Of course you’d believe her. She’s your friend,” he turns from her and back to Olive. “You led my friend on and I’m not okay with that.”

“Ev, darling,” Val urges, following him as he begins to depart. “She’s telling the truth…” The conversation trails off as they get further away, Olive turning towards whoever is next at the window.

—

As evening draws near, the girls, including Tattie, clean up the truck and the surrounding areas, ready for tomorrow. Another grounded, non-mission day didn’t change how busy they’d be - the boys would be milling between them, the hardstands and the briefing rooms all day, stopping for the occasional donut or pack of cigarettes. It’s when they’re closing the door of the truck that Dougie walks past, head down and eyes looking sunken from lack of sleep. Olive, not missing a beat, rushes towards him.

“Dougie? Can we please talk?”

“I have nothing to say to you,” he says as he keeps walking, brushing her off. “Save it for Benny.”

“I'd like to exp–”

“No need. I thought we were…” He sighs, a harsh breath pushing through his nostrils as he stops. “I don’t have time for this.”

“Find time, James. Nothing is going on between Benny and I. We are just friends!”

“That’s not what it looked like last night,” he sighs, his shoulders drooping as he sees Olive’s eyes grow misty at his tone.

“If you’d just listen to me for one damn minute,” she urges, trying to hold back the tears. It makes her voice squeak, the effort of keeping it in causing her chest to tighten, her neck straining with it all, too.

“No,” he says simply, and walks away.

Olive trudges back to her friends, letting the tears flow freely.

“Oh, darling,” Tattie consoles. “He’s not worth it.” She reaches into her pocket and pulls out her hip flask, making sure Chick isn’t around to see. “Here,” she says, opening the lid and handing it to her. “Take a little drink. It’ll calm your nerves.” Olive does as she's told, hoping the burn of the alcohol will somehow soften some of the pain. She opens her eyes to Tattie lighting two cigarettes, handing one to Olive as she stops wincing at the taste of the whiskey.

“Now,” she says, her eyes softening. “Coming to the club?”

Olive shakes her head, leaning against the truck and taking a deep drag of the cigarette. “No. Just going to bed,” she fibs, intent on heading to Pearl’s once the sun sets.

“Well, let us know. You know we’re gonna look after you.”

“Yeah,” she replies weakly, feeling Meatball sniff at her ankles in greeting.

“Hey, Ol!” Benny greets cheerfully, walking up to her. He sees her tear stained face and stops at the sight of it, his eyes darting around the space, seemingly ready to confront whoever has got his friend in this state.

“What’s all this? Who’s upset you?” He looks accusingly at Tattie, his eyes trying to find either of the other girls.

“Oh, no. Not them, Benny.” She laughs at the thought, knowing those are the people who would never do her wrong.

“Your anger is misplaced, doll,” Tattie laughs, patting Olive on the shoulder as she locks the door of the truck.

“Then who? Dougie?”

“Y-yeah,” she sniffs, tears dropping on to the end of the cigarette and extinguishing it, causing Olive to groan in exasperation. “He saw us hug last night and thinks I chose you.”

“Did you tell him what we were talking about?”

“Tried. He won’t listen. Doesn’t want to,” she says, dropping the cigarette on the floor and stomping on it in a rage.

“I can try talking to him?”

“Oh, yeah, Benny, I'm sure that would go down a treat.” She rolls her eyes, instantly regretting it, sighing at her own tone.

“Hey, I’m just trying to help, Ol.”

“I know, I know, darling. I’m just–I’m sorry, okay?”

“No need. You need me to walk you back?”

“No thanks, Ben. Just need some time alone, then going to bed. I’ll see you later though, yeah?”

“Of course. Get the girls to let me know if you need anything, okay?” Olive nods, reaching to hug him.

“Thanks, Benny. You’re a good egg.”

“I know. Now, where’s that smile?”

She remains stone faced, until he gently pokes at her face where he knows her dimple usually sits. It tickles, making her grin automatically.

“There we go. Come on, Meatball. Bye, Ol!”

—

Once the girls have made their way to the club, Olive sneaks out of the hut. Bag in hand to be able to bring more belongings from Pearl’s, she makes her way to the hardstand just as the sun is setting, the sky a beautiful shade of burnt orange. The moment she feels the warmth upon her face, the sadness slip away for just a moment. She turns her head towards it, putting her face right in the center of the sun’s rays. Looking around, she spots Kenny who is deep in patching flak holes, but senses her staring at him. He raises a hand, waving and then nodding towards the door of Just A-Snappin. He has left stairs underneath the open door for her. She places a hand on her heart, suddenly emotional all over again.

“Can I see a new dollar?” He yells across the hardstand.

“They look the same, Kenny. I'm sorry, fella.”

“Well, heck. Guess a beer tomorrow night will have to do then. See ya in a minute.”

“Yeah, start counting, Lemmons. I'm curious.”

Clambering up the stairs and pulling the door shut, Olive finds herself breathing heavily in a panic, hoping once again that this isn't goodbye.

—

Olive swings open the gate to Pearl’s as quick as she can, knowing that just being in her presence will soothe any pain. She opens the door to the buzz of the television playing Pearl’s favorite daytime hospital drama, Joan pottering in the kitchen and clearing up lunch.

“Hey, Pearly Girly. Nice lie in?”

“Lovely, thank you, my girl. Thanks for telling Joan to not drag me out of bed.”

“I told her you probably needed it after yesterday,” she giggles, the misery headache going away almost immediately. “Is she bringing you biscuits again?”

“Yes!” She says, her voice going up an octave with the joy of the remark. “I must have been nice to her today.”

Right on cue, Joan enters, carrying a tray with two cups, all the fixings for tea and the teapot.

“For you both,” she says, pulling a tea towel off a small plate to reveal two chocolate eclairs, Pearl’s favorite.

“I’d say you’re back in her good books, Grandma,” she says, taking a bite right from the pastry without grabbing a plate. “Thanks, Joan,” she swallows, smiling at her.

“I’m off. John’s funeral is this afternoon, and–”

“Why the bloody hell didn’t you tell me?” Olive urges, suddenly embarrassed that Joan was at work on a day like today. She holds a hand up, stopping her and shakes her head.

“Being here takes my mind off it. I wanted to be here today. I wanted you to be able to go to work, too. I don’t want you stopping your life for even a short time for a little old lady like me.”

“But it’s your husband’s funeral, woman!”

She breathes out, her hand on her heart. “It’s not really goodbye. It’s just a confirmation he won’t be coming back, but I know I’ll see him again. I said my farewells at the hospital. This is for everyone else that didn’t.” She picks up her bag, patting Pearl on the shoulder as she starts to leave. “See you tomorrow, friend.”

“Joan,” she says, wiping her mouth quickly. “Thanks for coming over today.

“Never a chore when it’s you, pal.”

—

Pulling on an old pair of leggings and an oversized shirt, Olive feels comfortable for the first time in days. Despite the jumpsuit making her look good, it wasn't necessarily comfortable and she felt her whole body relax as the softer material touches her skin. After filling her bag with a few more makeup products, moisturizer, losing count of the amount of underwear she shoves in the discreet pocket of the bag, she exits the room to hurry into the kitchen, intent on preparing dinner.

“What d'ya want for dinner, Grandma?” She pauses for a second, considering the options.

“Beans on toast?”

“Oh, lovely. Exactly what I need,” Olive declares, turning to go back into the kitchen.

“Hold on a minute, Ollie Pop,” she says, startling Olive a little.

“What's up, Pearl?”

“You look like shit.”

“Oh, thanks!”

“Not sleeping well?”

“I'm fine, Grandma. Just still adjusting to all this.” It was true. Journeying from here to her friends was starting to become physically exhausting, not getting a full night's sleep, afraid she'd be missing from either place if she was gone for too long.

“You need your rest, Olive!”

“I'm grand, promise. It's only been a month.”

“Hmm,” Pearl replies, her eyes squinting at her. “If you say so.”

“I do say so. I'll let you know if I need some time off, but right now, I'm doing just fine. Now,” she says, taking a deep breath to try and waylay the tears pricking at her eyes. “Hungry?”

—

Giving up on rest after tossing and turning for hours, resigning to catching a few hours once she's back at the hut later, Olive begins to write a new analysis of her favorite scene from Romeo and Juliet. This being the only thing she can focus on in the silent, wee hours, she scribbles out three back to back pages, her penmanship all over the place, twinning her erratic thoughts on the piece. With it, she attaches a letter:

Jules,

Let me know if I've still got it in me to study our favorite man; it's been a long time. I wrote this in a restless rush, dying to get the words out of my brain and onto the paper after a night of little sleep.

I don't know how much Brady has told you, so I will give you a quick synopsis: Dougie and Benny both made it clear they had feelings for me weeks ago, and I felt quite stuck in the middle, my friend. Benny, however, came to the realization that he saw me as a friend and told me so last night as he walked me home. Can you believe who saw the whole thing happen, both of us wrapped in what I saw as a platonic, friendly embrace to mark the start of a lasting friendship? Dougie has gone absolutely ballistic and I'm not quite sure what to do with myself. I have tried to reason with him, but he will not listen, nor can anyone make him. What would you do, my dear? Leave it alone? Keep at it?

My brain is full of so many foggy thoughts that the only thing that settled them was writing this for you. I do hope we can be friends, Jules. You sound like my kind of person.

Hope to hear from you soon,

Your friend,

Olive.

—

After Joan arrives, the two exchange pleasantries before Olive leaves, now back in the jumpsuit she's washed and ironed.

“You look lovely, kid,” she says, removing her jacket and hanging it beside the door. Olive is surprised to see Joan back in her usual attire. Today, she has chosen baggy purple pants, a tie dye t-shirt and a pink ribbon in her hair. She looks wonderful, much more her usual self.

“Oh, Joan!” she says excitedly at the sight of her. “Look at you! There she is! This is wonderful to see.” The pair smile at one another, before Olive grabs her bag, practically making a run for it out the door and down the lane.

Hopping the gate as she reaches the museum, the outline of Just A-Snappin is in sight through the early morning mist.

Chucking her bag into the plane with a quick glance around, she hurls herself into the aircraft, slamming the door shut behind her. Within seconds, the door is open again, the sweet smell of honeysuckle filling her nostrils as she breathes in and out slowly. Without thinking, a single word leaves her lips: “Home.”

—

She catches Brady as she makes the walk from the plane to the hut, packing his pipe outside of his own barracks.

“Can't sleep?” She says as she walks up to him, her head titled slightly as she asks.

“No,” he replies, placing the lit pipe in his mouth and puffing out the first stream of smoke through his nostrils. “I was thinking about Jules. That does it for me. It's either I lay in bed and feel myself almost begin to weep, or I come out here and pretend we're watching a sunrise together. It helps a little.”

“Oh, speaking of the sweet lady,” Olive says, rummaging in her bag. She pulls out the pages she has bound together with a red ribbon and hands them to him. “I wrote her this.”

“Jeez,” he says, sucking air through his teeth, surveying the weight of the pad of paper she's just handed him. “You write her a novel?”

“No. Just a six page analysis of the balcony scene.” He laughs, eyes squeezed shut, them crinkling at the ends.

“She'll love this, Olive. Truly. I think her having a pen pal will really make her happy, too.”

“I feel the same. I can't wait to get to know her. I'm sure she'll love having someone to keep an eye on you, too.”

“Hey,” he protests. “What for?”

“While you write to her about being a tough guy, I'll be able to give her the real truth. Making sure you're eating, sleeping, whatever. Here, I'll start.” She clears her throat, pretending to scrawl on her hand.

“Dear Jules. Caught your fella outside at sunrise. Don’t believe what he's saying, the man never sleeps and smokes like a chimney.”

He laughs through his nose, shaking his head. “I have a feeling she'll love you.”

“And I'll love her right back.”

—

A week passes, completing a day of work with the girls then rushing back to Pearl the same night. It was beginning to become hard to keep up with, the lack of sleep driving her into rages she hadn't experienced since the drama school days when the unbridled stress of performances would cause breakdowns.

The girls were becoming concerned and increasingly unsettled by it all, not to mention them not seeing her outside of work for days on end.

“Olive,” Helen urges one day, while Olive is furiously scrubbing a counter for the third time that hour. “Stop it. Talk to me.”

“I'm fine, Helen,” she replies, scrubbing so hard that they both hear her shoulder click. Helen takes the cloth from her hand, her hands now on her friend's face as she collapses into her.

“Hey,” she assuages, her voice low. Her arms wrap around her as she sobs, her breath ragged as her chest heaves. “Darling, you can't keep doing this. Please talk to us.”

“There's nothing to say. Everything and nothing, all at once. I really fucked up, Helen.”

“No, no, you didn't. You can't blame yourself for what James assumes he saw that night. It wasn't your fault, Ol. It's unfair to make yourself feel this way.”

“I miss him, Helen.”

“I know, doll. I'll try talk to him again.”

“What? You've tried already?”

“While you've been absent from the club, I've been trying to soften him up. He's coming around; I don't think he wants to admit he's wrong and that he's upset you. He's stubborn,” she says, rubbing Olive’s back.

“Don't I know it,” she sniffs, wiping her eyes with her hand. “I'll come out tonight. I think I need it.”

“Good!”

Val enters the Clubmobile, face pinched and the furrow harsher than ever. “Not you too!” Helen protests, shaking her head.

“What?” she replies, an edge to her tone. “Ev is taking Dougie’s side, I'm obviously taking Olive’s and it's like we're talking in fucking circles.”

“I'm sorry, Val,” Olive whimpers from across the truck, her fists clenched with the stress of the situation. “I didn't mean for this to happen. I'm sorry you and Ev are fighting because of me.”

She shakes her head, flipping open a magazine she had left on the counter earlier. “We're not fighting because of you, doll. We're fighting because of Douglass.”

“Val…” Olive begins to protest, her face beginning to pinch.

“No. It's not your fault. You're allowed to be friends with Benny. I'm friends with Curt while dating Ev. It's the same damn thing,” she snaps, flipping a page with such force it almost causes the magazine to rip. “That make sense to you?” she yells over her shoulder. The two girls nod, wide eyed at her tone. “Everett?” She shouts again, not looking up from her magazine. He comes around the corner, absolutely flabbergasted.

“Makes sense, Val,” he sighs, turning and skulking away slowly.

—

“Hi, girlies!” Val greets as she sees her two friends walk up to her outside the club. “Beautiful as ever, you two.” She stubs out a cigarette against the wall, moving to stand in front of Olive as James exits the club.

“Douglass.”

“Valencia. Ev's waiting for you inside,” he gestures behind him, apparently intent on making his way back to barracks. Val feels Olive’s ragged, nervous breath on the back of her neck as she tries to make eye contact with Dougie, her eyes glazing over and pleading with him wordlessly.

“You look lousy, Ol,” Tattie says as she approaches the group that's congregated around the entrance. “Still not sleeping?” Olive shakes her head silently in response, nervously chewing at her bottom lip.

“I'm sure Benny would give you some place to sleep, Olive, if he hasn't already,” James spits out, his face falling the second the words leave his mouth, instantly regretful as everyone sees Olive’s face crumple, letting out a whimper that turns into a sob. Right on cue, Everett exits the club to find what's keeping Val and hears what his friend has just said.

“Dougie, Jesus Christ!” he shouts, shocked.

What happens next all happens in some sort of slow motion. Valencia walks up to Dougie with her elbow launched back , her hand balled up into a tight fist with Tattie rushing up to her, wrapping her arms around her waist and pulling her away from him.

“Val, no, no!” Tattie calmly urges, dragging Val away as she screeches at him, the shouts becoming almost guttural as her throat gives out.

“You do not speak to her that way! You don't say things like that to my friend. How dare you, James Douglass! Look at the fucking state of her!” Everyone's mouth agape, they silently turn to Olive who is wrapped up in Helen’s arms. Helen's chin is on Olive's head as she strokes her hair and shushes her through all the ruckus as she sobs messily on her.

“Olive,” James starts, his voice cracking.

“No!” Helen shouts, holding a hand up to his face. “You don't get to talk to her until everyone has calmed down.” Tattie looks at her in surprise, eyes agog that she's the one taking control of the situation. “Now,” she sighs, Olive feeling both of their heart rates come down to almost normal. “Can we please get a drink?”

Dougie begins to enter the club when Ev puts his fingers on Dougie’s chest to stop him from moving further. “Nope. You're gonna talk to her. You're gonna listen. You're not gonna be an asshole.”

“But I don't–”

“I don't care. We were wrong,” he pauses, breath shaky. “I miss my Val. All we've done all week is bicker and defend you two and I don't want to go up in a few days knowing that the last damn thing I said to her could have been poisonous. Get it together, Doug.” He turns to Olive, hugging her for a second.

“I misjudged you. I'm sorry.”

“Go in there and get your girl, please,” she sniffles, wiping her nose on her sleeve. “She's been pissed.”

“Believe me, I know. I've seen it.”

“She's scary, isn't she?”

“Yep. And I love it.”

—

“Come on,” Dougie murmurs as he grabs her hand and pulls her into the empty mess hall. She leans against a table, her arms crossed and tries her best to not make eye contact with him.

“Hey,” he urges gently, walking up to her and tries to put his arms around her. “Talk to me.”

“Oh, now you're interested in talking to me? You're suddenly ready to hear what I've got to say? Give me a break, James,” she responds, pushing his hands away from her. That contact alone sends a hot flash through her body, wanting nothing more than for him to touch her.

“Ol, I'm sorry, I–”

“You just assumed what you saw and didn't bother to check, to listen or fucking hear me out. I'm really upset with you.”

“I know, honey, I'm–”

“Nuh-uh. You don't get to be sweet to me after all that; the absolute hell you've put me through this past week. It's been horrible, James.”

“It's been awful for me, too,” he replies, almost whimpering, blinking rapidly as he takes a spot next to her, lighting a cigarette. “Tell me what happened.”

“Ugh, fine,” she relents, uncrossing her arms and placing her hands on the table to keep balance. Even him near her is enough to make her weak at the knees, his sweet cologne making its way through her nose.

“Benny walked me home, said he wanted to talk to me about something. Said he knew when to bow out because he saw how you looked at me, and how I looked at you. We agreed to be friends, and we hugged goodnight. That's it.”

“Ah, fuck,” he winces. “I really got it wrong, didn't I?”

“Yeah, you bloody did. Did you not think to ask someone? Even if you didn't want to talk to me right then, you could've asked Helen or Tattie. Val was telling the truth.”

“I know. I just felt stupid and I'm…” he struggles to find the words, his eyes fixed to the floor.

“Fucking stubborn, is what you are, James.” She sighs, finally lifting her head up to face him. “Think about it. Have you seen me with Benny since?”

“No,” he shrugs, handing her the half smoked cigarette. She takes it, shakily taking a drag as they share a moment of silence. He breaks it first, clearing his throat.

“Jesus, I've missed you, Olive.”

“I've missed you, too, James. But all this,” she gestures, the cigarette extinguishing as she stubs it in an ashtray, “has been fucking ridiculous.”

“I feel like a damn idiot.”

“As you should.”

“I'm sorry, Ol.”

“Thank you,” she breathes, their eyes meeting. She feels that familiar, delicious pit in her stomach as he looks at her, her toes almost curling at the sensation of warmth washing over her.

“So, you chose me, huh?”

“I did,” she smiles, beginning to walk away. He grabs her hand, pulling her back.

“I really, really missed you.”

“Me, too,” she sighs, their faces coming closer together. Dougie traces his fingers over the line of her jaw before gently grabbing her chin to pull her even closer to him.

“Please kiss me, James,” she gasps, feeling the pad of his thumb swipe her bottom lip softly. She takes a sharp intake of breath as she places her arms around his neck, her hands toying with his curls. “I might die if you don't kiss me soon.”

“Well, we can't have that, can we?” His thumb gently stroking her cheek, their lips touch sweetly, before his mouth opens on hers, her lips parting as he does so. It's clumsy, the two of them gasping for air each time they begrudgingly break apart, not wanting the moment to end. She clings to him as she perches on one of the mess tables, his hands gripping her waist in such a way that she finds herself moaning into him as he squeezes her. His tongue slips into her mouth, them both groaning quietly, barely able to catch their breath, kissing one another with the hunger of a starved man. His hands are caressing their way up her body when they hear a bang on the window pane.

Helen and Val knock loudly, their faces a picture of giddiness and relief. Helen, blushing, jokingly salutes Dougie before falling over laughing while Val shouts something incoherent through the glass before running into the club again.

“I've wanted to do that for a really long time,” he sighs, kissing her softly on the mouth, over and over again.

“I have, too,” she purrs, nuzzling herself into his neck and planting a gentle kiss upon the skin she can reach.

“Look at me,” he says, his voice low. “I really am sorry. Knowing I made you that upset breaks my heart.”

“I forgive you,” she replies, seeing his body relax with the relief her statement brings. “Just stop assuming things. We can talk about anything and I won't lie to you. Okay?”

“Okay,” he smiles.

“Now, please. Kiss me again.”

He doesn't hesitate, not for a second, his mouth on hers before she's even finished asking. It's in this moment that she knows she's where she belongs.

#masters of the air #mota #masters of the air fic #mota fic #olive lewis #honeysuckle rose #oc: olive lewis #oc: valencia dirosano #benny demarco #benny demarco x oc #james douglass #james douglass x oc #everett blakely #everett blakely x oc #ww2 #wwii #time travel #just a snappin #winnie writes

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dollfxcx · 1 year ago

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SUB PENNY.

sorry it took this long, was busy with work!! [btw this is still heat mkay? I love heat penny. beginning is slightly similar to the last fic I posted but not that much. and since it wasn't specified I gave him his tentacle back, ayup]

TW: NSFW, blood & blades (mentioned)

Word count: (1.9k+)

Pennywise whines to himself as he curls up in the corner of your room. He's built a sort of nest out of some of your old clothes and has been perched there for nearly three days now, purring and whimpering most of the time. He'd been away for a week, hunting and feeding the whole time, and then he came back to you, not seeming to even want to move a muscle. When you look up from the book you're reading, you notice how he's staring at you, blue eyes half hidden in his fluffy clown collar.

"Will you tell me what's wrong?" you ask, snapping your reading to a close, he grunts and curls up even more, turning his back to you.

"Come on, tell me. What is it?" Pennywise lets out another whimper.

"Heat." is the only word you hear him say before an evil blush spreads across your cheeks.

"You're– What???" you squeal in amazement, he glares at you over his shoulder before moving back into the nest to make room for you to lay down next to him. At his invitation, you snuggle against his chest, which rises and falls in emulation of a human breath he doesn't really need, and you stroke his hair, which makes his purring increase, after a few minutes of cuddling, Pennywise whines again.

"What can I do to make you feel better?" He shrugs and sighs.

"It will go away. It will all go away."

"What do you mean?" your fingers comb his ginger locks, he babbles to himself for a full minute before he decides to speak.

"The Hibernation." pronouncing those words seems to cost him an almost physical effort, as if his lips didn't want to open to let out those necessary words.

"And that would be..?" you know he doesn't like questions that are too pressing, but you try anyway.

"After a whole year of hunting, the Hibernation takes place. It's like a reset of your… computers. I won't remember almost anything as I’ll sleep for 27 years. And I'll start over." the explanation is terse, harsh, cruel, your back stiffens at the revelation.

"Will you forget that we..?" you ask, hoping for an answer that won't break your heart.

"Yes. I'll forget the whole experience and the things I've learned from you, the feelings I've had." he speaks slowly, the clown facade long abandoned.

"Well, what about me? Are you just gonna leave me behind and expect me to pretend like nothing happened?" it hurts to ask, you feel his arms wrap around your waist, making him groan at the contact.

"Not if you agree to be my mate." Your heart is pounding at the revelation and you know he can feel it, but still he seems utterly helpless, almost tired.

"I thought I already was." you state, earning yourself an almost amazed look, veiled in disbelief at your own stupidity and ignorance.

"Oh, did you mean like... mating? Like, having babies?" Pennywise sighs, exasperated, his blue eyes meet yours and you feel yourself drowning in them.

"Being us of different species, even if we wanted to, it's not possible to reproduce."

"Why not?"

"It's just not." You lower your head and nod, you don't know why, your fingers gently caress his forearms, eliciting a satisfied moan from him.

"Then what am I supposed to do to show you I… want to? That I agree?" for an instant you seem to see disbelief in his gaze, as if he can't believe the fact that you're willing to do this, to really belong to him.

"After the mating process, there is a ritual to be performed. Blood exchange, which from two floods becomes one. And like the latter, we will be one. That implies you adjusting to my timetables as I can’t change my nature. But I can change yours." his tone would be solemn were it not interrupted by whines and, you could swear, expectant sighs.

"You could have just asked right away." you smile at him, running a finger along his cheekbone so slowly that he trembles under your touch.

"Get on the bed, honey." you suggest, which makes a sigh escape his lips, but he does as you ask, with every step, with every part of his body that comes into contact with something else, he almost moans. He slowly lays down on the mattress, on his back, looking for you with his eyes as if he were lost. You hoist yourself on him with calculated, almost malevolent slowness, eliciting a strangled moan from him. Your hands trail across his chest, caressing him gently, you feel his skin stretch under your fingertips, the power you now have over him, as he's completely at your mercy, is intoxicating. You smile to yourself and place your lips on his quickly, action he doesn't appreciate as, with that abruptly broken contact, he gives you a look between annoyed and exasperated.

"Now you have to be good for me, otherwise I won't be able to help you. Do you think you can?" you ask, your hands slide towards his neck to undo the collar of his costume, he growls softly at the request. You know it's not in his comfort zone not to be in charge, but you also know very well that he needs this, needs what you're about to do. Unfastened the collar, you go on to unbutton the costume, which slips off him with a pleasant rustle, revealing a slender and very, very pale body, white like his face yet reddened on his chest by the overwhelming expectation that boils underneath it.

"Pretty." you murmur, your fingers running down his torso, causing him to tremble and shiver. You lean forward slightly to press your lips on his cold skin, starting from his neck and slowly descending to his navel, occasionally sucking on it to make him choke on a longing sigh.

“Y/n…” he grumbles, eyes narrowed, fists along his sides in a vain attempt not to lose his mind.

"Yes, sweetie?" He doesn't answer you, he just keeps repeating your name, only stopping to complain. You step off his lap to make it easier for you to slip off his pants, you're surprised he hasn't yet made them disappear into thin air like he usually does, but apparently he's too caught up in his longing-filled oblivion to remember. When you succeed in the action (not easily, given the obscene length of his legs), he's already hard. You expected his cock to be like last time, tentacle-like, yet now it's almost normal, pale exactly like the rest of his body except for the blush pink tip, he's twitching pleasantly, which makes you throb just at the sight. Snapping back to reality, you wrap your hands around his thighs, harder than you should, perhaps, causing him to whine loudly, and push them towards his chest, his arms moving below his knees to hold them in an almost fetal position. With his legs no longer hindering your movements, you lean forward and wrap your fingers around his cock, hearing him inhale sharply.

"You're being really good, have a little more patience, mh?" your lips settle on his swollen tip, hurriedly kissing it, and then you start caressing his cock with your finger tip, slowly moving it up and down along its entire length, his hips thrusting down in the hope and need of more contact. At his action, your hand tightens firmly around his base in warning, Pennywise whimpers softly as he tries to thrust into your hand.

"I know, I know, it must be really hard, right? Can you tell me how much you want me to help you? How much you want me?" you get on your knees and lean towards his body, which is already shaking uncontrollably.

"Y/n. Y/n. Y/n." he says, again and again, over and over, his hands gripping the sheets tightly.

"Tell me, Penny. Use that pretty mouth of yours for me." Pennywise rolls his hips in exasperation, you see how his teeth are getting sharper, how drool is dripping eagerly from his lower lip and, if you didn't have a strong will, you'd be willing to give him his way. But you won't, it's your chance to make him pay at least a little.

"Please. Please." he mumbles after a few minutes, you know it cost him to say it, but you appreciate the effort and right now you just want to please him. Still holding yourself on your knees, you begin to sink on his cock, your thighs rubbing against the back of his on the way down, your hands tightening around his legs to keep them in place, pressed tightly against his chest. It really looks like you're about to fuck him, as if you have your own cock well sunk into him, spreading him and opening him wide. What is actually happening is far from it, but you like to imagine it, how he would wrap around you as you pound into him. You hear him moan and burble in a language you don't know, his legs are visibly shaking, his cock inside you twitches pleasantly. Pennywise gasps as you begin to rock your hips back and forth, just as if you're thrusting into him, your clit rubbing perfectly against his crotch, eliciting a moan from you, your nails digging into the flesh of his spread thighs. His body is beautifully flushed, moist with sweat, the sighs coming out of his throat, so shameless, would be enough to make you cum immediately, but you force yourself to hold back, it's still a rare thing that Pennywise lets go this much and you have no intention of ending it prematurely. Your thighs slam against his, the noise it causes, like wet slaps, echoing around the room so loud it makes your ears ring. Pennywise sobs, eyes narrowed as he continues to curse in his native language, you comfort him, cooing, moving more slowly, letting your cunt tighten around his cock and stimulating him to a much needed orgasm.

"Come on, Penny. There's no reason to hold back." you reassure him, he spills his release soon after, filling you entirely, with so much unexpected force that you let go of his legs, which fall heavily to your sides, thus allowing him to thrust inside you a few more times, pumping his cum inside of you. His flushed cheeks and tousled hair is a sight you never expected to see, but you don't get too lost in the view as Pennywise grabs you by the wrist, pulling you back into his lap. He materializes a small blade out of thin air and points it at your left hand.

"Open." he intimates you, his voice is hoarse from crying out and screaming. You do as he tells you and he sinks the blade into your flesh, thick drops of blood flow from your fresh wound. With the same weapon, he does the same with his hand, his blood flies, floats, in the air in reddish droplets. After that, he takes your injured hand, pressing his torn palm against yours, muttering words you can't understand.

"My blood is your blood and now we are one." he then tells you, probably translating previous invocations of his, and you repeat word for word, causing his purring to resume merrily. You look at him and he looks at you for a seemingly interminable moment, the silence broken by Pennywise as he brushes a strand of hair away from your face.

"Thank you." it's the only thing he says, it's the first time his lips have uttered those words. He kisses your forehead affectionately, silently, his purr makes you feel drunk. It's only when your eyelids start to close, your cheek pressed against his chest as you lay on top of him in your bed, that you hear him speak.

"You are mine now." You sigh peacefully.

"I always have been."

-----

[I'm going on holiday and I'll be back by the middle of august, not ignoring your requests, if you sent any, just a bit of patience!!]

#it 2017 #pennywise #pennywise the clown #pennywise x reader #it (stephen king)#pennywise headcanon #fanfic #fanfiction #pennywise the dancing clown #pennywise x you #clownlove #it fanfiction #it fandom #pennywise fanfiction #ao3feed #ao3 fanfic

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rafeandonlyrafe · 9 months ago

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inspections

words: 1k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, dom/sub dynamic, daddy kink, daily c*nt inspections 😭, fingering, mentions of p in v sex, edging, i think rafe calls reader kiddo once, reader is described briefly as small chested, mentions of past punishments/spankings/tit slapping

“come on, baby.” rafe taps your thigh. “it's time.”

“im so tired, just let me sleep for five more minutes.” you whine, snuggling your head deeper into the pillow.

“are you being bratty?” rafes words have your eyes snapping open.

“no, daddy, of course not.” you giggle. you both know you were just being a bit naughty by refusing to wake up, but you don't want to face any punishment, sitting up to give rafe a good morning kiss.

“mhm, that's what i thought.” he sighs. “i have to go into work today.”

“what?” you whine. “you can't work from home?”

“nope, got in person meetings today. sorry baby girl.” rafe hates leaving you as much as you hate him having to go anywhere without you.

“okay, gonna miss you so much.” you give rafe another kiss, now noticing that he's already ready and dressed.

“ive got enough time for inspections. open up.” rafe taps your thigh again.

“mkay.” you nod, laying your head back on the pillow, spreading your legs open.

“no wet spot on your panties, wow.” rafe nods, hands moving to rub over your inner thighs.

you smile, proud of yourself for keeping your panties clean overnight, always struggling with rafe pressed up against you.

rafe hooks his finger under the center of your underwear, pulling it to the side to reveal your cunt.

“gosh, so pretty.” rafe smiles down. “my favorite pussy in the world.”

“thank you daddy.” you blush, feeling your cheeks heat up pink.

“makes me not wanna leave you, kiddo.” rafe sighs, knowing he certainly doesn't have time to fuck you, not in the way he wants to.

“will you be home for lunch?” you ask, eyes fluttering closed as rafe swipes his fingers through your folds absentmindedly.

“yeah.” rafe nods. “will bring you home some candy.” he can't help himself but bring his fingertips to his mouth, tasting your wetness with a low moan.

“thank you daddy.” you manage to speak out, voice already wobbly from his touches.

“gonna stick a finger inside, okay? make sure you're still nice and tight for me.” the inspections became mandatory after rafe found out you were touching yourself overnight, not even always consciously, rutting against his thigh while you both slept, wet dreams of your daddy running through your head.

“mkay.” you nod, letting out a breath to relax your body as rafe uses one hand to separate your folds, holding your cunt open as your hole flutters in anticipation.

rafe circles his finger around your entrance before plunging it inside your hole. you always try your best to stay quiet during inspections as rafe likes, but you can't help but squeal out.

rafe just laughs at how pathetic your noises are, beginning to thrust his finger in and out slowly, feeling the way you constrict around him.

“nice and tight, so good baby.” rafe smiles down at you. “you've been such a good girl lately, i can't even remember the last time i had to punish you!”

“two weeks ago.” you pout, remembering it well. “ten spankings because i flashed you while you were in a meeting.”

“that's right.” rafe shakes his head. “you got some tit slaps too, didn't you baby?” rafe looks up your body. there's not much tits there to slap, and rafe always prefers to bend you over his knee and punish your ass instead.

“mhm, but i liked it so you stopped.” you giggle, remembering how you moaned when rafes palm hit your nipples.

“my dirty girl.” rafe shakes his head, moving his thumb to your clit, keeping your cunt pulled apart with his other hand so he can see all of you. sure, it's part of his daily morning inspections to check your cunt, but he usually just pushes a finger in and claims it's good.

“daddy?” you whimper out, a rush of wetness flooding your pussy.

“what is it baby? don't you want me to touch your little clit since im gonna be gone for work for hours.”

“yeah.” you whine, nodding your head as his finger thrusting inside of you moves faster, resisting the urge to add a second, loving how it's just his cock that stretches you open.

“good girl. you deserve a kiss.” rafe says, and you pucker your lips, waiting for him to bend over your body, but rafe drops down lower, pressing a kiss directly over your clit.

“daddy!” you squeal, back arching off the bed. despite always touching your pussy, rafe rarely gives you head, preferring to get right to fucking you.

rafe moves his thumb to help keep you spread open, stretching the skin around your cunt as his tongue flicks out, rubbing over your clit, now tasting your wetness as well as hearing it with every push of his finger inside of you, a sick squelching sound filling the room.

“can i-can i touch your hair daddy?” you manage to ask, fingers twitching.

“no.” rafe smirks, his voice vibrating your clit as he barely pulls away to speak.

“o-okay.” you grip the bed sheets instead, wishing you could push rafes head further into your pussy, but you know better than to disobey an order.

“can feel you clenching ‘round my finger.” rafe laughs against your cunt.

“feels so good.” you mumble, used to waking up in the morning to rafe inspecting your pussy, but it's never this much as you moan, thighs twitching with the urge to close.

“too bad you're not gonna cum.” rafe sighs, pulling his mouth and finger suddenly out, sitting up.

“no!” you scream out. “no, daddy, please, ive been so good, let me cum, please!”

rafe sighs, leaning over your body to press a kiss to your lips. “sorry, princess, gotta go to work.”

rafe glances at the clock. truth is, he has plenty of time to make you cum, knowing you're only seconds away, but he likes the idea of keeping you wet and horny for him, ready to thrust his cock into the moment he gets back from work.

“and remember princess.” he taps your nose, making your eyes flutter before focusing on rafe. “if you touch yourself while im gone, there will be punishments.”

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ladydemise7 · 3 months ago

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Okay so it is 1 am and I'm bored as fuck so I wrote a lil story that's not like complete at all I js wanted to know if it's a good idea. Its a story where Jecka and Nicole don't become friends right off the bat like they do in the game

"Karen, listen I don't know if I can-" Jecka said over the phone. "Jecka you promised! You promised you'll go with me since it's my first party!" "I know, I know but my mom just got mad at me because apparently I'm not preparing for college enough and she's gonna start giving me disciplinary tattoos if she finds out I'm going. You really don't have anyone else you can go with? Like... Ari?" Karen frowned. "You know I don't talk to her.. it's fine I guess. I just won't go."

She felt bad. Karen was telling her about this party that Kelly's throwing in her house the whole week. She really seemed excited too. "Fuck, Karen you're lucky I like you. Fine ill- just.. figure out something." Immediately she could hear squealing. "Thank you Jecka!! Thank you so much" "yea no problem, Karen. I gotta go now tho okay? See you on the party." And she hung up.

She sighed and threw herself on her comfy bed. Since the start of this school year she hasn't been talking to her old friends that much. They all have different lunch periods and she's been stuck forcing herself to try and understand any of the shit Karen and Jeffrey always talk about. She likes Karen but there's not much they have in common. Kelly is a major whore so she doesn't give a fuck about her but other than that she doesn't talk to anyone that much. It's not like she's a loser who's lonely with no friends, far from that, she's a perfect ten, but she doesn't have anyone that understands her like some of her old friends did.

She sighed again and opened her flip phone. On the screen it said 2:34 am. How has it been already an hour since she talked to Karen?? She should go to sleep. So as she does, she takes her earphones and plays whatever is on her shuffle right now and slowly falls asleep.

The day of the party. Everyone from school was invited (except Jeffrey). Jecka was already on her way in her 'Jeckamobile' as Jeffrey called it, to pick Karen up. Karen really needs to stop hanging out with Jeffrey.

For tonight's party she dressed preppy as usual. A white tank top and short jeans shorts. When she pulled up to Karen's house she already saw her waiting at the front. She gets into her car and Jecka turns around to look at her. She was actually not looking that nerdy anymore. The glasses are gone and she has a green dress on.

"Hey K. You're really pretty without glasses" Karen smiled. "You're skeeting on me??" Jecka was instantly horrified. "What the fuck?" "What?" Karen asked innocently. "You gave me a compliment so you're skeeting on me! Right?" "Uh, no-? The fuck, who told you that?" "Oh, the new girl that came to our school this year!" "Who? Nevermind that, never say that again. Skeeting does not mean complimenting people." "What does it mean then?" Jecka struggled. "Uh- I.. wooww look at the time! We should.. like go." She starts to drive and puts on the radio LOUD so she can pretend she doesn't hear Karen's questions in the back.

After a few minutes Jecka turns off the car and steps out. "Okay, Karen? At the party there's gonna be a lot of men who will want to molest you so if that happens, just try to find me, mkay? I'll tell them to fuck off or something." "You're not gonna be with me the whole time?" Jecka looked at the house. A lot of people were already there. "I'm probably going to get fucked up so Uh yeah. I'll try to be around you if you want."

They walk in into the house. Loud music immediately hits their ears. Flashing lights their eyes. Jecka knows exactly how this goes. Kelly's parties are the same boring ones for virgins to get laid. She sees Ari and Emily across the room so she walks to them.

"Hey" she looks at them. On a second thought they look awfully touchy. Like touchy. And they also smell like alcohol. "Heyy Jecka!! I didn't notice youu, when did you get here??" Ari said, while clinging onto Emily. "Just now, with Karen." Shit. Karen. Where is she? "NO way Bella Swan is here right now. Did she came with a twilight shirt on?" Emily laughed. Ari slowly clinged more onto her. "That's not nicee, Em.... I reaaally want to make out with you"

and so they did and Jecka left as quickly as she could. She took a cup of some alcohol that was on the table, hoping it wasn't mixed with some shit and took a sip. Wait. Fuck, Karen. She really needs to go find her.

She started looking everywhere for her. Crispin bumbed almost 6 times while she was running around the house and said "oohh my bad.. Wanna go out?" every single fucking time. She eventually gave up and texted her 'hey u alr?' And went to sit on a chair.

Suddenly she could her yelling. "Get your fucking hands off me, you dipshit!" Jecka looked over and saw a girl and Kylar. Of course it's Kylar trying to fuck some girl. Except this time she was surprisingly conscious. She barely recognised the girl. It was the new kid who just moved.

She didn't know anything about her, they never talked to each other. She was wearing a blue tanktop, black jeans and her hair in a ponytail. Her hair was actually really pretty. Everyone just got kind of quiet except the music and the girl yelling. "Oh come onn-" SLAM!! as soon as Kylar opened his mouth the girl hit him HARD on his face. Some people started clapping some were just shocked. Jecka just stared at the girl who now stood up and looked straight at Jecka.

She didn't break the contact until suddenly Jecka got a text message. "Hi, yeah I'm okay. I went home because I guess parties aren't my thing. Hope you have fun tho!" From Karen. When she went to look back at the girl she was gone. What the fuck.

The party came to an end and everyone went home. Jecka was still thinking about her. The way she hit him and then looked at her.. the way her eyes were incredibly blue even though the lights. Who the fuck was she?

"Who the fuck was she??" Jecka sat with Kelly at lunch. "What? Who?" "Bitch, are you even listening to me I just told you! Did Emily had fucking sales this morning in the bathroom or what the fuck?" Jecka looked annoyed at her. "She did. She even gave me a discount." "You're such- oh my god. Since when do you even do drugs?" "Helps me not think about my cousin." She said like it's a normal thing

"Ew- ew ew okay- just answer my question. Who was the girl that hit Kylar yesterday" suddenly Ari surprisingly sat next to Jecka. "I've got a question!" They looked at her. "Does anyone have Nicole's phone number??" What. "Why is everyone suddenly so obsessed with her?" Kelly was too high for this. "Ari, who's Nicole?" "You don't know? Did you see the girl who hit Kylar yesterday? That was Nicole"

Okay.. but why the fuck does she want her number "why the fuck do you want her number?" Jecka looked over at Kelly who was out of it. "No... reason?" Ari tried. "Bitch, you were just making out with Emily and *now* you're on that Nicole suddenly?" "Okay so you don't? Bye" completely ignored the question and left. As the bell rang Jecka slowly stood up too and just left Kelly there. She'll be fine.

She needs to find Nicole. Only because she seemed like the coolest bitch in this whole school. She was at her spot infront of school. Smoking and waiting for the counselour to magically appear as he did everyday. "Jecka, again with the smoking?" And so he did. "Uh.. yeah." She replied awkwardly. "I feel like this is something that I should help you with.. and talk about. We can discuss it in my office today." "Uh I think I'm.. fine. I've.. got uh a family dinner tonight too- so sorry." the only thing she had with her family tonight was arguing and arguing.

After she managed to run from the counselour she went on with her day at school. The same boring shit. She always kept looking for Nicole but she never saw her. After school she went to the mall cos she wanted to buy a new msi CD. She went into the shop with CDs and music stuff, smiled at the cashier incase she gets it for free, because that's just how men work and went to find the one she wanted.

As she finally found it, she saw Emily at the entrance. Then she saw you wouldn't believe who. Nicole. Like her in flesh almost infront of Jecka. This was her chance to talk to her. So she went up to them. "Hey Emily, what're you doing here?" "I just went to say hi to my boyfriend" and pointed at the cashier. Now she's definitely getting the CD for free. She looked at Nicole who was just kind of looking at the CD Jecka was holding. She noticed so she kind of put her hands behind her.

"You listen to msi?" Nicole actually spoke to her. "Oh, yeah. I know I don't look like I do but that's just cause my mom is crazy and she dresses me up." "Cool, my mom's a bitch too." Jecka didn't even notice Emily already left. "What's your name? I'm Nicole." "I'm Jecka" Nicole's face was full of confusion "Your parents named you Jecka?" "Short for Jessica. But that name just screams married at 20" "marriage. Never doing it" "yeah me neither"

Talking to Nicole was actually so easy. "You're the one who hit Kylar at the party right?" She knew she was the one. The eyes, the hair. It matched. "Oh my god, everyone keeps talking about it like it's a big deal. So what? A hot bitch hit a pedophile jock." Jecka chuckled. "I'm so happy someone finally did that.

He was so annoying" Nicole nodded.

"What are you doing with Emily?" "I guess she's cool? So we're friends." Oh right. Jecka's phone made a sound. It was her mom asking where she was. "Oh my fucking godd it's my mom. I gotta go now.. see you in school?" "If I don't skip" and they separated.

#jecka x nicole #jeckole #class of 09 #jecka class of 09 #nicole class of 09

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silentwillowwhisperer · 1 year ago

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Keith and Allura are still my favorite bestie pair.

Mkay, hi! This post is kinda sorta in continuation to another post I wrote.

You don't really have to read the other one to understand this, but it's a similar idea.

Big thanks to @haunted-glassesgurl who gave me the idea for this, go check out her account, she writes thing occasionally.

Waiiiit. Our convo was kinda long. Am I gonna be here for like forever?

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Keith is in Allura's room yet again, this time with the princess sitting elegantly in front of him while he paints her.

For some reason, no matter where she is, the light always seems to hit her just right, and she always looks so effortlessly perfect. It makes her the perfect painting subject, her surreal beauty is quite literally alien to Keith.

But he knows that she's also caring and funny. It's hard to take someone seriously when you've watched the them snort like a pig because she was trying not to choke on food goo while watching Keith do a handstand on top of a ten foot tall bookshelf while singing House of Memories at the top of his lungs. It's a long story.

Anyway, he finishes and shows her his latest work. He's painted things for her dozens of times, and she always looks amazed.

She stands abruptly after glancing at the portrait for a couple seconds. Keith does not fall of the bed in surprise, shut up Allura.

"Keith Kogane of planet Earth, I name you the Official Royal Painter."

She says it with a teasing glint in her eye, but Keith looks shocked anyway.

"Really?" His eyes are starry with disbelief and happiness.

Of course, Allura had not been serious when she said that, but she had forgotten that Keith is a very angsty socially deprived child, and therefore cannot tell when someone is joking.

But how can Allura admit that to Keith when he looks like this? It's not possible! His way-to-adorable-for-his-own-good-kitten-puppy-eyes are on full force.

So now, when Keith is super stressed, he drags Allura into one of their rooms and just paints her for hours. She isn't exactly fond of sitting still for that long, but anything is better than seeing her best friend overwork himself to the point at which he regularly has to spend his nights in a healing pod in order to function.

And, sure, to anyone else it would seem like Keith is a creepy stalker who has nothing better to do than make artworks of Allura and stash them all over his room, but who cares? It's not like anyone will be snooping in there.

Lance realizes too late that he shouldn't be snooping in Keith's room.

It's not his fault! Keith had left the door to his room open for once, and how can anyone resist taking a peek in their crush's room?

So, really, Lance blames Keith entirely for his heart shattering into a million pieces.

He had decided to take a look in Keith's closet and see if the guy actually owns anything other than that stupidly short jacket. (How does it even provide Keith with warmth? It covers like 25% of his chest. Is he just a natural furnace??? Does he even take it off when he sleeps or is he just that committed to wearing overly cropped clothing and messing with Lance's weak heart?)

What he finds is painting after painting of Allura. Sure, she's pretty, but this is like an obnoxious amount of portraits.

Before, Lance had hoped and wished and thought that maybe, just maybe Keith might return Lance's feelings.

But now there is no doubt, Keith has a crush on Allura.

Keith can't deal with this right now.

He has already had a stressful week, and now his crush is aggressively flirting with his friend.

Allura just laughs it off every time, but to Keith, it just drives the knife further into his tragic, gay heart every time Lance says something cheesy or winks in Allura's direction.

Why are all the best people so painfully STRAIGHT?

Keith can't decide if he wants to punch or kiss Lance's stupid face.

At this point, it shouldn't bother Keith. He's watched the energetic boy flirt with absolutely anything, (seriously. Keith once walked in on Lance practicing puck-up lines on a trash can with a sharpied face and bikini on it) but for some reason, he can't stop feeling his feelings.

So now, instead of being mature about this, he's ignoring Lance. Shiro keeps looking at him and shaking his head every fifteen seconds, but if Lance is gonna be an unintentional douchebag, then Keith is allowed to be petty.

Their old rivalry is back, an Keith can't help the tightening in his gut when he realizes that he and Lance are drifting apart once again.

Allura is very close to strangling someone.

Honestly! Keith and Lance both clearly like each other, and yet they’re both set on restarting this silly rivalry of theirs.

If Lance says ‘Keith and Lance neck and neck’ one more time, Allura will have his neck.

She’s tried being subtle. She has dropped so many hints that everyone on the ship has figured those two out by now.

And now she’s done. Those idiots are going to kiss each other, and they are going to enjoy it, because Allura has put way to much effort into them.

After dinner that night, Allura grabs Lance by the collar and drags him onto a deserted hallway.

He yelps and complains until he meets her icy glare.

Allura has never shut someone up so quick, and it satisfies her greatly.

“Listen up Lonce. Not only have been flirting with me shamelessly for months, but you’re also failing to see what’s right in front of you. I don’t know about you, but the look Keith gives you every time you dismiss him breaks my heart. So, if you don’t fancy being ejected into space right now, you will go confess to that boy and kiss him like you mean it.”

Lance blinks at her in shock before responding.

“But- the paintings! And he’s in your room a-all the time!” he splutters.

Allura drags her perfectly manicured hand down her face with a groan.

“Well excuse me for being a good subject for his art. If you haven’t noticed, we’re friends, and that’s it. Now shut your trap and go find him.”

The next day, Allura almost combusts when the pair walks into the kitchen bickering. That is, until she notices their find smiles and tangled fingers.

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shady-lemur · 1 year ago

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Stargirl ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4!!!

Hii whores!!! Sadly this is the last part 😭😭 thank you so much for the love you've shown this lil series.

Ex gf!Ellie x reader

You and Ellie are finally deciding to give your relationship another try after everything you've been through.

1 year, 7 months, and 8 days after that night with Ellie

"Jesus christ els.. can you please put some sunscreen on before you play?" Ellie frowns at you but walks towards you, "I don't even get burnt."

You shake your head and take her shirt off, leaving her in her black swim top and shorts. "It doesn't matter, getting burnt isn't the only reason people wear sunscreen."

She rolls her eyes as you start to apply the lotion for her. She mumbles a, "I can do it.." But you know she enjoys you doing it for her. "You wanna do it yourself?"

She looks at you and shakes her head.

"We can't be out late tonight so we'll swim and hike but I told Dina we couldn't come back to see the fireworks tonight, mkay? We have therapy tomorrow at 8."

Ellie nods and pecks your lips as you finish rubbing in the sunscreen.

"Can you get my back for me please?" You hand Ellie the bottle and turn around. Ellie hums and carefully starts to rub in the sunblock on your back, making sure to get around the straps of your green bikini.

After she's done she presses a soft kiss on your shoulder before patting your ass. "All done, do you want me to set you up a spot to read?" You smile at her and nod.

Just then you hear Dina calling your name. You turn around to see her, Jesse, and JJ walking to you and Ellie. Jesse is trying to carry a cooler, towels, two beach chairs, and JJ's beach toys as Dina runs up ahead with their son in her arms.

"You finally made it out of the beach house!!" You clap. Dina bows playfully and puts JJ down in the sand so he'll start "helping" Ellie set up the umbrella and chair.

"Jesus christ going on vacation with a 2 year old is the hardest shit I've ever done in my life." She huffs, you pat her back in comfort and smile, "I can watch him for a while if you and Jesse wanna swim without him. I was gonna read."

Dina's face lights up and she smiles, "really, you sure you don't mind? He might try to run off a couple times..."

You shake your head and look over to see Ellie giving him a high five and a "fuck yeah!" as he helps her open up your beachchair. "I don't mind at all."

Dina thanks you and helps Jesse set up their chairs and JJ's toys before running out into the water, Ellie follows behind them after giving you and kiss and patting your ass once again. (She really likes your green bikini 🤷‍♀️)

You turn to JJ, who's giggling to himself as he plays with the sand. "Looks like its just you and me now.. want me to make you a mermaid tail?"

He nods and you get to work on digging a small hole for his legs.

Its been over an hour. Its been two hours and 48 minutes to be exact. But Dina, Jesse, and Ellie were having fun riding the waves and you were having fun reading your book and gently petting the two year old's hair as he peacefully naps on your chest.

You were drinking a caprisun and reading "the secret history" with JJ sleeping on you when Ellie comes running over.

"You sure you don't wanna swim babe?"

You shake your head and smile at her as she gulps down some water. "No, I'll swim tomorrow before we leave."

Ellie nods and sits down next to you and JJ.

"Are you ready to leave? I wanna go on the big trail before the sun goes down."

You cover your eyes to block out the sun, "sure. Are Jesse and Dina gonna come with us?" Ellie shakes her head, "no fucking losers are tired already."

You hum and put your book back in your bag, "okay, can you go get them so they come get JJ and I'll start packing up our shit." Ellie salutes and gives you a "yes boss" before running off again.

"Ellie cmonnn!! We're almost to the top."

You happily run ahead and eventually make it to the lookout point at the top of the trail. You see miles of green trees and hills with a beautiful glow from the sun starting to set.

"Els! Oh my god look at how beautiful."

"Y/n" Ellie says nervously behind you. You can't even focus on what she's saying because you're too busy taking pictures of the view. "Y/nn"

"One second els."

"Y/n!!"

You huff and turn around, accidentally taking a semi-blurring picture of her on one of her knees with a-

Wait a damn minute....

"OH MY GOD?????" You look down at your girlfriend in shock as she holds out a beautiful ring. "Ellie what the fuck???"

She chuckles and holds the ring out higher, "y/n, I know I wasn't the best person I could've been for the first 4 years of our first.. relationship. But being without you is a feeling I never want to feel again. Can you- fuck.. - will you marry me?"

You feel like you're vibrating with excitement and can literally only get the words Ellie, fuck, and yes to come out of your mouth.

Ellie smiles and slips the ring on your finger before pulling you into a passionate kiss. You smile into the kiss and when you pull away Ellie immediately pulls you into a hug.

"You're gonna be my fucking wife."she whispers into your ear happily. You smile at her and nod, "Im gonna be your fucking wife."

Ellie laughs and presses kisses anywhere her lips can reach while murmuring about the life you two will live.

1 year after the proposal

Ellie cries when you walk down the aisle. She tries really hard to keep it together but she just can't when you happily walk (probably too fast) towards her.

You smile as she grabs your hands and completely block out everything the officiate says because your soon-to-be-wife looks soooo damn good in her suit....

Everything about today was perfect. JJ did amazingly on his flower boy duties. Dina helped you get ready as your maid of honor while Jesse gave Ellie pep talks all morning. Your dress was perfect, Ellie's suit actually fit her perfectly. Joel showed up in time to give you a huge hug before the ceremony and tell you how greatful his is for you. The flowers were perfect. You and Ellie were perfect.

You both just stare at each other and cry and giggle and hold each other's hands like you'll slip away if you don't. Once the officiate finally tells Ellie to kiss her bride SHE DOES......

Teeth and everything because you're both just so excited to finally be fucking married. Once you both pull away Ellie grabs your hand and starts to run.

Ellie laughs and runs down the aisle as you try to keep up while waving at your family. She runs out the doors, down the hall of the venue and into one of the private bathrooms.

"You're my fucking wife!!!!!"

You look at her disappointedly once she closes the door. "Els, we cannot have a quickie in the bathroom right after the ceremony.."

She frowns slightly and starts to pull up the skirt of your dress a little bit, "are you sure...??" You sigh and shake your head before helping her lift it up so she can get under it.

9 months after the wedding

"Els, how was work?" You ask as your wife walks through the front door of your new house. She shrugs and sets her coat down before going to give you a hug.

"It was fine. Nothing excited really happened." You hum and give her a kiss before tucking her hair behind her ear. She gives you another kiss and then rubs your hips as she talks, "how was work for you? Do the kids like the book you picked out?"

You laugh, "the kids don't like anything I do. I think they like the book though, it really speaks to some of them."

She softly gropes your thighs as you talk.

"Do you want chicken for dinner or do you wanna order out?"

You feel her hands travel up, "up to you babe. I'm okay with anything."

"Okay.. We'll have the chicken tomorrow, I'm so fucking tired tonight I can't cook."

Ellie lifts you up and makes you wrap your legs around her as she walks you to the couch.

"Oh my god Ellie put me down!! You've got car grease all over you." She plops you down on the patted seats before kissing your temple. "Find a good movie for us to watch and order us whatever you want. Ill go take a shower."

You smile at her and nod, "thank you els."

She gets out out of the shower and into your arms about 15 minutes later, only getting up to get the door dash and utensils.

You comb your fingers through her hair as you both doze off, the only words you hear before you fall asleep are "I love you" coming from your wife's mouth.

RAAAHHHHH

Okay time skip...

Im absolutely destroyed about this series being over but now I'm kindve thinking about writing something for Abby because I saw this MAGICAL edit of her today omfg...

I love you guys sm (^з^)-☆Chu!!

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ink-flavored · 1 year ago

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Kinktober2023 Day 15: Car Sex

banner art by @/auroblaze

The Scenic Route contains: semi-public sex, fingering, anal sex, hand-jobs, strap-on, cis/trans, angel/demon Kinktober2023 Prompt List & Neocities Page Tips are appreciated!

Justice was, admittedly, a bit of a lightweight. It didn’t take much more than a couple glasses of wine for him to be leaning heavily on Pride’s shoulder, and from there it was a downward slide into giggling and mumbled endearments.

Tonight, Pride picked a bar to spend the evening. By the time they left, Justice stumbled over his feet like a newborn foal. The streetlights blurred into stars, shining brilliantly over the rest of the dizzy world. Pride held his hand, steadier, but still wobbling, heavy bag on his back swinging with every step. All night Justice had wondered what was in it—maybe he forgot. Maybe it was a surprise. Maybe Pride would show him when they got to where they were going. He couldn’t remember that either.

“Where’re we goin’?” Justice asked.

“We’re going hooommme,” Pride said, staggering into his side in his excitement. Justice giggled along, happy that he was happy, until he realized something grave.

“Oh no, wait.” He froze in his steps. “I can’t drive.”

“Wha?” Pride tugged his hand. “’S fine, we don’t need t' drive.”

“But how are we gonna get back?”

Pride stopped tugging, brow furrowed. “Uh… We’ll go to sleep.”

“Sleep?”

“Yeah, if we go to sleep, we won’t be drunk anymore, than we can drive away.”

Justice couldn’t argue with that logic. He couldn’t argue with any logic. “Okay.”

Cheering loudly, Pride dragged him down the street. Justice cheered too because it looked fun. Pride whooped again, Justice copied him again, and within seconds they were racing down the street, shouting and snorting with laughter. In their excitement, they almost ran past the car.

Fumbling the keys out of his pocket, Justice unlocked the doors. The lights flashed, adding new stars to the night. Pride opened the back door and crawled in, scooting all the way across.

“Justice, come ooonnn,” he whined.

“I’m comin’,” Justice promised, hurrying to get inside.

He hurried so much he banged his head on the top of the car on his way in. With a yelp, he tripped over his feet and collapsed onto the seat. Pride gasped.

“What the fuck, are you okay?” he asked.

Justice thought for a moment. Then burst into laughter, half hanging out of the car and his face shoved in leather. It took a moment, but Pride started laughing too. The drunken giggles overwhelmed them, until Pride had slid halfway out of his seat, and Justice almost slid out of the car again.

“Nonono, come back,” Pride ordered, dragging him up by the shoulders.

“’Mkay,” he mumbled, sitting up properly. Giggles slipped through his smile.

“Argh, the door’s still open.”

Pride crawled over his lap to heave the door shut. Justice brandished the keys and locked them in. The world was suddenly dark, quiet, and small. The front seats and stereo blurred into silhouettes, becoming weird blobs of shadow before his eyes. It made him exhausted trying to figure them out—and that reminded him they were supposed to go to sleep now. Before he could lie down, Pride sat on his lap. Which was not sleeping.

“Okay, now—” Pride started.

“Shhh,” he interrupted.

“Wh—”

“Shhh.”

Pride narrowed his eyes. “No.”

“You have to shhhh. We’re sleeping now.”

“We don’t have to.”

“But you said!”

“We can do anything we want. Pfft.” Pride wrapped floppy arms over his neck, head down on his shoulder. “I’m not even sleepy.”

Justice hugged him out of habit. “But what about driving home?”

“I dunno, later.”

“Okay… What do we do now?”

Pride nuzzled into him. Justice felt him smile against his neck. “Nothin’.”

He was already smiling, too. “No, let’s do something.”

“What d’you wanna do?”

“What do you wanna do?”

At that, Pride bonked their foreheads together. His hazy eyes were the only things Justice could see, two beautiful red stars lighting up the night that surrounded them. Suddenly, he was aware of how close they were, bodies pressed together, alone in the dark. His mouth went dry, a rapid drumbeat kicking up in his chest.

“You’re pretty,” he murmured, shy all of a sudden.

“I was gonna say that,” Pride grumbled.

“Well, I wanted to say it first.”

Pride stuck out his tongue in defiance. Justice stretched out his tongue and poked it. He recoiled, baffled and disgusted. “Eww!” he cried.

Justice couldn’t respond, dissolving in laughter again. Pride tried to get him to stop, insisting that it wasn’t funny, but the only thing that worked was a full, deep kiss.

Their lips met, and his mirth got swallowed up by a tidal wave of emotion. Justice reached out to pull Pride closer, kissing him over and over. He didn’t realize he wanted it so badly until he had it, hot breath coming out in pants as Pride slid their lips together. Clumsy tongues tangled in their mouths, and Justice squirmed in tandem. He whined before he even knew why, but Pride still gave him what he wanted somehow. As soon as he did it—whether it was biting his lip, biting his jaw, sucking at his neck—Justice knew it was exactly what he wanted. Maybe he wanted everything.

“Hey,” Pride purred into his ear. “You wanna see something?”

Justice nodded, trusting this to be what he wanted to. Pride pulled back, dropped his heavy bag off his shoulders, and unzipped his fly. It was useless in the dark, but he took one of Justice’s hands, and pressed it against his hips. His fingers found tight straps of a leather harness, and the cool metal shape of an O-ring.

“You—“ Justice breathed.

Pride bit his lip coyly, eyes hooded with lust. “Do you like it?”

“When?”

“Since before we left.” Justice gaped. Pride rubbed the O-ring in circles. “Do you wanna?”

Justice nodded rapidly. He knew he definitely wanted this.

The purpose of that heavy bag was revealed. Pride got off Justice’s lap to dig around in the big pocket, cursing how dark it was the whole time. One after the other, he pulled out a dildo and lube. Justice couldn’t speak, gut clenching at the sight. Of all the surprises he could think of, this was a big one. Pride fit the dildo in his harness, wiggling it around for good measure.

“Turn over,” he said, shaking the lube around too.

“Um, uh, okay!”

Justice twisted around in the cramped space to find a good place to prop himself up. He chose to face the door, on mostly all fours, one leg slipping off the seats. Pride reached around to undo his fly. Justice shivered, whining a little, as his hands shoved his pants down his hips to his knees.

“You’re so pretty,” Pride sighed, squeezing his ass.

There was too much alcohol in him for his cock to fully behave itself, but Justice moaned like he was rock hard. When two slick fingers pressed inside his hole, he gasped, so full of heat he couldn’t contain himself. Pride pumped in and out of him right away, stretching him out, and teasing his prostate. It took mere minutes for Justice to rock back on his hand, whimpering, aching for more.

“Fuck, why are you so sexy?” Pride asked, slipping his fingers out.

“W-want you,” Justice responded. He wasn’t sure if that answered the question, but it was true.

“I know, I’m gonna be in you so much.”

The anticipation made him whine. Justice gripped the leather seat underneath him, waiting patiently to be filled again. He was rewarded when the tip of a silicone cock touched his hole, cutting his breath short. Pride gripped his hips, slowly pushing in.

Justice couldn’t control his voice, moaning shakily. The strap filled his ass so perfectly, his whole body buzzed with the rightness of it. When Pride’s hips tapped against his ass, his breath came in short pants. He was hot all over, body flushed with want.

Pride shoved his hands under Justice’s shirt and skated his hands over his back. He fanned his palms over his shoulders and dragged them back out, scraping his nails on the way. Justice sighed, eyelashes fluttering. He loved getting touched, he loved how Pride felt, he loved it all. He couldn’t think straight, but his mind settled on feeling so good.

It felt good when Pride pulled out, too, the strap-on gliding over his insides. Justice whimpered when he thought he was empty, but Pride rushed back in, landing home hard. He choked, moan lost in his throat, and Pride thrusted again. Each one sent fireworks crackling up his spine, a brilliant spark of pleasure that he could barely handle. Justice gasped and moaned, head thrown back in his euphoria.

“Does it feel good?” Pride asked him. “Better feel—so good.”

Justice nodded, whimpering.

“Tell meee.”

“I—It f-feels so—ah! So good, Pride.”

Pride landed a thrust so hard it shoved him against the door. Justice caught himself right before his face smashed up against the window. Hands pressed to the glass, he couldn’t begin to adjust his position, because Pride didn’t stop.

If anything, Pride fucked him harder, gripping his hips and slamming into his ass. Justice couldn’t stay still, jostling with every thrust. His body rocked, his hard cock bounced, his ichor was full of fire, and his face was right up to the window. Every moan, every whine, every desperate, erotic look was projected out to the world. Justice whimpered and ducked his head, embarrassed.

“Whatcha doin’, hm?” Pride murmured. He landed one last thrust, burying himself deep, and leaned over Justice’s shoulder. “Hiding?”

“The window…” Justice mumbled.

“What’s wrong?” He reached down and grabbed his cock, giving him lengthy strokes. Justice scrabbled against the door. “You don’t want everyone to see how pretty you are?”

His head spun in rapid circles, unable to think. Justice moaned and rocked against Pride, trying to make him thrust again. He didn’t.

“You’re so pretty, Justice. I think everyone should know about it.” Pride kissed his neck. “I would like it.”

Justice keened. He wanted to do what Pride liked, so, so desperately. He squished his cheek up against the window. Pride gave his cock a hard stroke.

“Thank you,” he said, and thrusted hard.

Getting fucked against the window was all Justice knew. He moaned for Pride, arching his back, thrusting into his hand and against his hips. He wanted to feel everything so much—and he stopped caring if people could see. All he wanted was Pride, all he needed was more Pride.

In the small car backseat, the sound of Pride’s hips slapping against his ass was so much louder than in their bedroom. The wet sound of his cock, dripping with pre-cum, rang stark in his ears. Even his own moans felt louder, all of it contained in a tiny box.

The longer Justice got his ass pounded, the more he felt his breath shorten. He writhed against the door, moaning louder and louder. He panted so hotly it fogged up the glass, hands scraping wet patterns through the mist. He jerked his hips with no rhythm, nothing but desperation moving his body.

“P-Pride,” he gasped.

“Mhmm?”

“It’s—I’m—!”

“You’re close? Gonna come?”

Justice nodded, whimpering. Pride grabbed his chin, pointing his face directly out the window.

“Make sure you’re so, so pretty for everyone,” he murmured.

Justice moaned so loud, he wasn’t sure if he came before or after it. Either way, his orgasm hit him fast, rushing through his body in an instant. He spilled hot cum over Pride’s fingers, shaking in his arms, and nothing had ever felt so good.

It could have been minutes or hours when he finally came down. Pride slipped out of his ass and pulled his pants back up.

“Now we go to sleep,” he announced.

Too dizzy and exhausted to argue, Justice scooted away from his mess and fell asleep in the back seat. Pride curled up at his side, clutching his arm.

The next morning, the car smelled awful.

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