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Drabbles: Arcane Characters with an ADHD and Restless S/O
Jinx
âWhy are we just sitting here?â you whine, bouncing your leg so hard the table shakes.
Jinx laughs, popping a piece of candy into her mouth. âBecause Iâm thinking, duh. Gotta brainstorm the perfect chaos plan.â
You groan, standing to pace the room, your hands twitching at your sides. âI canât just sit here. I need to do something.â
âOkay, okay, calm down, Spazzy,â Jinx teases, jumping up to grab a sketchpad. âWanna help me draw up some schematics? You get to pick the colors.â
The offer immediately distracts you, and you perk up. âYes!â
Jinx grins, ruffling your hair. âKnew thatâd get you. Now come here and help me blow some mindsâliterally.â
Vi
Vi watches as you dart around the apartment, starting one task only to abandon it halfway through. Dishes in the sink, laundry on the couch, and a book left open on the coffee table.
âBabe,â she calls, âyou wanna, I dunno, pick one thing?â
âI tried!â you shout, throwing your hands up. âBut thereâs so much to do, and my brain wonât focus, andââ
Vi strides over, wrapping her arms around you from behind. âAlright, letâs do it together,â she says, her chin resting on your shoulder. âOne thing at a time. Iâll even race you.â
That catches your attention. âYouâre on.â
âGood,â she says with a smirk. âLoser buys dinner.â
Sevika
Sevikaâs brow furrows as she watches you tap your fingers against the bar counter, your restless energy practically vibrating off you.
âWhatâs got you wound up?â she asks, her voice steady and calm.
âI donât know,â you admit, groaning. âI just feel like I need to move.â
Sevika gestures toward the corner of the bar where her punching bag hangs. âGo let it out on that.â
Your eyes light up, and youâre halfway there before turning back. âReally?â
âYeah,â Sevika says with a smirk. âBetter the bag than my patience.â
You laugh, already throwing punches at the bag. Behind you, Sevika watches, shaking her head fondly.
Silco
The sound of your pacing echoes in Silcoâs office as he reviews documents. He doesnât even look up, simply gesturing toward the empty chair across from him.
âSit,â he commands softly.
âI canât!â you exclaim, throwing your hands in the air. âI feel like Iâm gonna crawl out of my skin.â
Silco sighs, finally setting his pen down. âThen come here.â
You hesitate but approach his desk. Silco pulls a small puzzle box from a drawer, sliding it toward you. âSomething to occupy your hands,â he says.
You take it, your fingers immediately working at the intricate mechanisms. Silco smirks as the sound of your pacing fades.
Vander
Vander leans against the counter, watching you bounce from task to task in the bar. You wipe a table, straighten a chair, and then dart behind the counter to rearrange glasses.
âYou ever stop?â he teases, his deep voice pulling you from your whirlwind.
You shrug. âIf I stop, I might explode.â
He chuckles, grabbing your wrist gently. âCome here.â
Vander pulls you into a firm embrace, his arms grounding you. âTake a breath,â he says, his voice low. âYou donât have to do it all at once.â
You sigh, leaning into him. âThanks, Vander.â
âAnytime, love,â he murmurs.
Ekko
Ekko grins as you bounce on your toes, your energy palpable. âYouâre like a human hummingbird,â he jokes, tossing you a wrench.
âWhatâs this for?â you ask, catching it mid-air.
âHelp me fix this bike,â he says. âSomething to keep your hands busy.â
You beam, immediately diving into the task. Ekko works beside you, occasionally nudging you with his elbow. âYouâre a natural at this,â he says, watching as you tighten a bolt.
The compliment makes you pause, a smile tugging at your lips. âThanks, Ekko.â
âNo problem,â he says with a wink. âNow letâs see if we can finish before sunset.â
Jayce
Jayce looks up from his blueprint as you pace the lab, your movements quick and erratic.
âHey,â he calls, holding up a small gadget. âWanna help me test this?â
Your eyes light up. âWhat is it?â
âA stabilization device,â he explains, handing it to you. âIf it works, it should keep you steady. If notâŠâ
You grin, already fiddling with the controls. âIf not, itâll be fun to watch me try.â
Jayce laughs, leaning back in his chair. âThatâs the spirit.â
Viktor
Viktor glances up from his desk as you tap your foot relentlessly, the sound filling the quiet lab.
âWould you like to take a walk?â he asks, his voice gentle.
You blink at him. âWhat?â
âA walk,â he repeats. âYou clearly need to move, and I could use the fresh air.â
You grin, practically dragging him toward the door. âYouâre the best, Viktor.â
He chuckles, leaning on his cane as he follows. âIâll remind you of that when you wear me out.â
Caitlyn
Caitlyn sets her book down, watching as you fidget with the edge of your shirt. âWhatâs wrong, love?â
âI donât know,â you admit, shifting in your seat. âI just feel⊠antsy.â
She stands, holding out her hand. âCome with me.â
You take it, letting her lead you to the kitchen. Caitlyn grabs a bag of flour and sets it on the counter. âWeâre baking.â
Your confusion melts into excitement. âReally?â
âReally,â she says with a smile. âSomething to keep you busyâand we get dessert out of it.â
#x reader#drabble#arcane imagine#arcane x reader#arcane headcanon#arcane vi#ekko arcane#arcane jayce#vi arcane#jinx arcane#arcane caitlyn#arcane#arcane silco
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So Iâve started writing a fic where itâs going to follow James and regulus falling in love but only there nights in the astronomy tower, I donât know if Iâm going to upload it to ao3 yet so I thought Iâd test it out here first, also I havenât edited it or anything to if thereâs spelling mistakes or grammar mistakes or anything no there isnât, hereâs the first chapter
Regulus sat on the ledge in the astronomy tower with his feet dangling over the edge, he was content here, he always felt content when looking at the stars.
He found Sirius first, he always found Sirius first, he knew the sky like the back of his hand and he knew exactly where to find Sirius. He took a deep breath in, held it and released it, his brother always brought up a range of different emotions staring at sadness all the way to a full rage and he didnât have the energy to deal with that tonight.
He was just about to take another breath when he heard to door open, he held his breath begging it to be someone at least slightly tolerable but he didnât have such luck because none other than James potter walked through the door.
âOh sorry I didnât realise anyone was up hereâ James smiled sheepishly
âClearlyâ Regulus scowled
James walked further in and sat down beside Regulus
âWhat are you doing?â Regulus snapped
âIâm sitting,â James replied with a grin that could brighten the whole world
Looking at James felt the same as looking directly at the sun, it was beautiful and you wanted to look but look for to long and you damage your eyes, Regulus wasnât about to let himself be any more damaged than he already was.
âWhy?â Asked Regulus
âWell I came up here to look at the stars and the best way to look at them is to sit hereâ Jamesâ smile never faulted, it stuck like a piece of gum at the bottom of your shoe but that was James potter wasnât it, a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe, you can never seem to get rid of him.
âOk well be quietâ Regulus sighed in defeat
âThat I can doâ James replied
They sat in silence for about fifteen minutes before James started tapping his foot against the wall below them
âPotterâ Regulus snapped
âI thought you wanted silenceâ James smirked
âItâs a bit hard to have silence when your foot wonât stop banging on the wallâ Regulus snarled
âOh right, sorry: James replied sheepishly
They sat in silence for another twenty minutes before James started tapping his hand on the metal railing in front of them
âPotter I swear to Salazarâ Regulus fumed
âWhat am I doing nowâ James whined
âThe tapping, stop itâ Regulus spat
James stopped and they sat in silence for the next ten minutes before James started humming
âPotter!â Regulus yelled
âAre you obsessed with me or somethingâ James laughed
Regulus groaned and put his head in his hands
âYou really are insufferable, do you know that?â Regulus groaned
James merely smiled that dazzling smile of his and jumped up onto the ledge
âWhat are you doingâ Regulus asked
âCome up here with meâ James responded
âNo thanks I donât have a death wishâ Regulus drawled
James jumped back down and did a little spin, it took every inch of Regulus self control not to laugh, he was not about to give James potter the satisfaction of making him laugh.
âDance with me Regulusâ James whispered
âAre you insane, what single part of this interaction has made you think Iâd dance with youâ Regulus uttered.
James then continued to dance around the astronomy tower, he was flailing all his limbs around without a care in the world, he looked a bit like a spider with all his limbs moving so fast it looked like there were double.
Before Regulus could help it a giggle bubbled up out of him, he slapped his hand over his mouth to hide it but the damage was done, James had heard it and he stood staring at Regulus with an awestruck expression on his face.
âDo it again,â James begged
âNot if my life depended on itâ Regulus bit back before standing and storming out of the astronomy tower and back to bed.
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burgertron HATE ged prep . burgertron PILEDRIVE WHOEVER MADE IT SO THAT YOU HAVE TO TAKE 4 SEPARATE TESTS TO GET A PIECE OF PAPER THAT SAYS YOU DID IT into THE FUCKING DIRT!!!!!!!
#the captain's rambles#if you couldnt tell im having a bit of a rough time <:']#my mom is like âoh well youre Making it stressful it's gonna be okayâ I HAVE TO FUCKING DO SHIT WITH VARIABLES#THIS SHIT WOULD BE STRESSFUL EVEN IF I *WASNT* ALREADY DREADING DOING IT#i HATE education i HATE SCHOOL i hate everything this STUPID SYSTEM STANDS FOR and most importantly I LOATHE VARIABLS#whoever put LETTERS ?? in MATH??? Die.#because now i have to fucking figure out what x and y are on a practice test#i dont even HATE math normally. in every other instance of math im actually okay w/ solving questions#ged math ??? is on some shit#FUCK geds man i hate it here . i wanna just fuck off and go do whatever and be productive with something i Actually Enjoy Doing#not having to sit here and do tests so i can get a piece of paper that does nothing but allow me to apply for a community college#<- a place i am EQUALLY unexcited for and dreading#miserable fucking books i have to do work in. and then i gotta do like 4 different equally fucking miserable tests for each subject#and then i have to pray to god i didnt fail and i got the minimum passing grade of AT LEAST 145 out of *200.*#im going to destroy Everything.#i dont want congratulations for doing this shit either because i didnt wanna do it IN THE FIRST PLACE !!!!!!#im only doing this because i HAVE TO to get my parents off my ass about it not because i WANNA#if it were up to me i'd be doing just art and collecting or other hobbies i ACTUALLY ENJOY and i wouldnt be worrying about academics#but we cant have nice things so now i have to stress abt this shit like a college student studying for midterms#rant over. im gonna go eat now . pray 4 me that i dont kill someone /lh
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Other than the bed | One Piece âĄ
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Their favourite place to fuck you other than the bed.
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characters: ace, law, nami, robin, sanji, tashigi, zoro
genre: smut (minors dni)
cw: fem!reader, unprotected sex, hair pulling (nami), public sex, almost getting caught, I kind of ate with sanji's đ€€
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Ace - Kitchen counter
The kitchen is where Ace often finds his two fave things: food and you. He can hear people coming, but it's just open enough that you could get caught if you have guests over. Ace's absolute favourite time to prop you up on the counter and fuck your brains out is in the morning when you're making breakfast.
âyou have no idea what you do to meâ, he groans as he pushes his cock into you. With your tits in his face, he leans in to press kisses to your chest. âSo pretty,â he groans.
Hearing you moan his name spurs him on to rut his hips faster. The smacking of his hips against yours echoes through the kitchen.
Your thighs start to shake as you're close. Ace notices immediately, pulling his cock out of your dripping pussy, making you whine.
âI got you, baby. Just let me turn you around,â he says, pulling you to stand and turning you around to bend you over the counter surface. He gets a grip on your hair and thrusts his cock back into you. It doesn't take long for you to cum, body shaking in Ace's arms as he fucks you through your orgasm. The pulsing of your cunt draws an orgasm from him too.
Once you're both finished and calm, you remember the breakfast cooking a few feet away and push Ace away from you, scolding him for distracting you.
Law - Sofa
Law doesn't get to relax very often, so when you both settle down on the sofa, it doesn't take long before he's pulling onto his lap and asking you to ride him. He loves to lean back and watch you work.
âThat's it, baby,â he says, voice gruff and low. His tattooed hands grip your hips to subtly guide you as you bounce on his cock. Once you get a steady pace going, he relaxes back into the sofa cushions and watches you. âYou're so beautiful, y'know that?â
Law's cock feels so good inside you and it overwhelms you. An ache starts to build in your thighs, and your pace begins to falter. You hear Law click his tongue and his hands grip you even tighter.
âDo I have to do everything around here?â he asks as he lifts you slightly and readjusts you so you're on your back against the sofa cushions. He holds the back of your thigh, pushing your knees up to your chest and begins to pound into you. His thick cock dragging against your walls has you writhing in his grip. âyou gonna cum for me?â he asks, knowing you're close. âgood, just let go for me.â
Nami - The floor
Sometimes, Nami doesn't have the patience to make it to the bed. After a night out drinking, you both return to your home together. As soon as you close the front door, she's on you. Nami drags you to the living room and pushes you down on the floor, reattaching her lips to yours
âI need you so fucking badâ, she whines. She straddles your lap, and you help her remove her shirt. She hums in satisfaction as your tongue traces over her soft skin. You leave a few kisses on her smooth skin, but this isn't enough for you. You crave the taste of her.
âSit on my face,â you say, laying back down, and Nami is more than happy to oblige. She removes the rest of her outfit before settling over your face. You grip her thighs, pulling her down so you don't have to strain as your tongue licks over her perfect pussy. You can barely hear her gasps and moans over how wet she is.
âBaby, I'm gonna cumâ, she moans as she begins to rock her hips slightly, basically riding your face. You keep going, licking and sucking at her pussy as she shakes above you. She all but floods your face as she cums, screaming your name.
Robin - Against the wall
Sex is the perfect time for Robin to flex her powers. You like testing her patience - she has a lot of it. She lifts you against the wall in the living room, hands coming to pin your wrists against the surface and even one holding your hair so you can't look away from where she drops to her knees and spreads your legs.
She slips two fingers into your pussy, looking up at you as she sections her mouth around your clit. You can see the amused expression on her face as she practically devours you. There's something about holding you up against the wall that gives her a power trip she can't describe.
She continues to work her tongue against you as you clench around her fingers. She's unbelievably good with her hands, and it works you up in no time. She has you arching away from the wall as you cum. She continues licking you through your high, moaning into your pulsing cunt.
When you're done, she pulls her fingers out and sucks them clean, not breaking eye contact with you. She pulls herself back up to her feet and leans into your ear.
âYou stay here like a good girl while I go get the strapâ, she saunters off to the bedroom, leaving you suspended against the wall.
Sanji - Dining table
Sanji's usually a traditionalist and prefers to fuck you in bed, but sometimes he can be persuaded otherwise. When you flip the script and make him an anniversary dinner as a thank you for all the meals he's made for you over the years, he can't help himself. Once he's done with his meal, he lifts you and lays you down on the dining table with a smile.
âThat was perfect, my love. Let me show you how grateful I am,â he says, helping you get your dress off. You've fed him and loved him; he'll be damned if you so much as lift a finger for the rest of the day. Once you're naked, he pulls his cock out, sliding it between your soaked folds, making you whine. âI got you, sweetheart. Don't you worry,â he says, pushing his cock into your hole. He knows as soon as he's fully buried in your sweet pussy he loses his mind, but he tries to keep a grip on his sanity as he bottoms out.
Sanji showers you in praise as he stills, letting you adjust to his size. He admires the way you, his goddess, look moaning on his cock and decides he must be the luckiest man on earth. He starts to thrust his hips, whining and moaning as much as you. You feel so good it drives him up the wall insane. He tells you as such, making sure you know how much he loves being wrapped in your tight wet heat.
âSanji, please. I'm so close. Please fuck me harder,â you moan, and he almost cums on the spot after hearing you beg for him. He's never denied you of anything, and he's not going to start now. He pulls you up so you're chest to chest and ruts his hips harder.
He watches in complete awe of you as you unravel in his arms. He makes sure to burn the image of your body shaking against the table into his memory. He's held off surprisingly well, considering his usual track record of busting as soon as you make eye contact with him. You pull him into a sloppy kiss, and he finally lets go, filling you up with his cum.
âHappy anniversary, babyâ, he mumbles against your lips.
Tashigi - Office
Tashigi is usually a good girl but she discovers, pretty soon after dating you, that she has a thing for being caught. She claims you're a bad influence on her, but she's been having fantasies like this long before you guys started dating.
She's a well-behaved subordinate, but when you convince her to sneak into Smoker's office, she goes along with it because she's too horny to think clearly.
She knows he's out and won't be back until the evening. He's left her in charge, but she's still nervous about being caught by her boss of all people.
ââShigiâ, you call, already perched on the large desk with your legs spread. She groans loudly at the sight and locks the door before approaching you. She pulls you into a desperate kiss, pushing her tongue in her mouth as she tugs your trousers down. She pats around to find the bag you dumped on the desk beside you. She pulls out the strap on and slides the harness on. You're patient enough to wait until she's tightened it properly to pull her as close to you as possible. âPlease fuck me on your boss's deskâ, you moan, and she wastes no time spitting on the strap and pushing it into your pussy.
âThis what you want, baby?â she asks, not holding back. She's usually so uptight, and you love it when she lets loose with you. She's dedicated to fucking you down into the surface of the desk. It doesn't even cross her mind that she could be caught until she hears footsteps outside the door. She knows they're not Smoker, so she keeps going, continuing to wreck your pussy as there's a knock on the door. She doesn't answer the door, instead covering your mouth with her hand and fucking you through your first orgasm of the day.
âyou're so bad, convincing me to do this hereâ, she growls in your ear once the knocking ceases.
Zoro - Crow's nest
The crowsâ nest is outside. The chance of getting caught up there is pretty high, but Zoro doesn't care about getting caught. It doesn't even turn him on; he just doesn't give a fuck if anyone catches him fucking his girl good. He likes it when you join him for his night watch shift. You've spent many nights together in your own little world.
You throw your leg over him so you're straddling him. You kiss his neck as you grind down in his lap, and he wraps his arms around your body to help guide you. He gives a quick look around before returning his attention to you. He grabs the back of your neck to pull you into a kiss. His kiss is firm, but there's a softer meaning behind it. You and Zoro don't need words to know how you feel about each other.
Zoro instructs you to remove your pyjama shorts as he pulls his cock free from his trousers. You reposition yourself and sink down onto his cock. He's huge, so it takes you a few minutes to adjust. He presses kisses to your neck and shoulders as you get used to the way his thick cock stretches you out. Your whimpers boost his ego.
âYou gonna move for me, baby? Gonna ride me?â he asks, grinning at you as you begin to bounce on his cock. Zoro allows himself to get lost in how you feel; it's just the two of you and the moonlight and, for once, he feels at peace. Your body takes him to a new plane of existence as you ease into a rhythm that has both of your seeing stars.
âZoro-â you whine. You want to tell him how good his cock feels inside of you, but you're not sure you can get the words out correctly.
âI know baby, I knowâ, he groans, planting his feet so he can fuck up into you. You can barely meet his thrusts as you get closer and closer to cumming. âgonna cum baby, gonna fill you upâ, he all but growls as he reaches a hand between you to rub at your clit.
It doesn't take long at all for you to cum, a cry of his name leaving your mouth as your body tenses above him. His teeth sink into your shoulder as he follows, filling you up with his cum like he promised. He helps you get dressed again and readjusts against the side of the crowsâ nest.
âClose your eyes for a bit. I'm not going anywhere.â
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Title: Captured.
A Continuation of This Piece.
Pairing: Yandere!Geto x Reader x Yandere!Gojo (JJK).
Word Count: 3.3k.
TW: AFAB!Reader, Dub/Con -> Non/Con, Implied Kidnapping, Oral Sex, Threesomes, The Pervasive Aire of Homoerotica, Slight Exhibitionism/Voyeurism, Violence, Intimidation, and Biting. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.
He let you wait outside while he booked a room. It was a test, obviously â to see if youâd try and run as soon as he let you out of his sight. You didnât. You kept your back pressed against the peeling cement wall and your hands in your pockets as the man at the front desk screamed, as you listened to the slick sounds of carnage and Getoâs muffled laughter. By the time he came out, his clothes dotted with dark stains and his hands lathered in the same dripping scarlet, you thought you mightâve been too sick for whatever he wanted to do with you.
He held up a hand, two keys and their accompanying plastic tags hanging from each finger. âPick a number, one through ten.â
You just wanted to get this over with. Then, you wouldnât have to worry about monsters or mysterious men or any of this ever again. âEight.â
âOh, the honeymoon suite.â Your eyes widened, and he cocked his head to the side. âKidding, kidding. Thatâll have to wait, for now.â
The room was nicer than youâd expected. Not quite the oppressively beige monstrosity youâd feared, but not as far from the eye-bleedingly pink love hotel thatâd be the permanent backdrop in your worst nightmares as you wouldâve liked. Currently, you were sitting on the edge of a king-sized bed with faux-velvet sheets, staring at your feet as Geto washed his hands in the in-suite bathroom. So lost in your own spiraling thoughts, you didnât notice the water shutting off, didnât hear him approaching you until the mattress dipped at your side and a pair of hands came to rest on either side of your waist. In one smooth, effortless motion, you were hauled into his lap, left to balance on his thigh as his eyes raked over you unabashedly. âYou should try to relax. If I didnât know better, Iâd think you were afraid of me.â His hand fell to the hem of your sweater. Youâd gotten dressed in a blind panic after waking up to an apartment crawling with those awful things, but now, you regretted not throwing on as many layers as you could, not putting as many barriers as you could between yourself and the feeling of his calloused fingers skirting over your skin. âI can help take the edge off, if youâd like.â
For the first time that day, you felt a spark of relief. âDo you have anything? Iâm alright with pills.â
âI was thinking something more along the lines ofâŠâ His hand splayed over your stomach, his tone laced with a dark edge. âChoking you until you black-out, then having my way with your helpless body?â
âOh.â Just as quickly, that spark was extinguished â crushed under an unforgiving heel and stamped into total nonexistence. âI⊠I think Iâd rather be awake, thank you.â
He hummed, tapping two fingers against your hip. âHave it your way, little one.â
Without warning, you were thrown onto the center of the bed. Before you could haul yourself up, before you could fully realize what was going on, Geto was between your open legs, mouth latched onto the inside of your thigh and his hands tearing at your shorts. The flimsy material gave away easily, and your panties didnât last much longer. You took back what youâd said about wearing less revealing clothes; making this take any longer than it already did wouldâve been torture. As deftly as he worked, the knot of dread forming in your chest was faster, quickly overshadowing every rational thought you mightâve had in favor of telling you that you werenât supposed to be here, that this was dangerous, that you didnât know what was going on, that youâ
His broad tongue laved over your now-exposed slit, and your panicked mind went completely blank. His mouth was hot, and he didnât waste time, latching onto your clit and sucking before you could think to push him away. Your body, nerves fried by adrenaline and senses dialed up to the point of hypersensitivity, responded immediately, your back arching as you struggled to swallow back a fractured moan. He encouraged your reactions, laving over your clit as two of his fingers found their way to your now-dripping entrance.
His digits slipped into you without resistance, scissoring apart and splitting you open as your own hands balled around the sheets, as you locked your jaw into place and did what little you could swallow back any sounds thatâd make you seem more pathetic than you already were. Your pitiful attempts at resistance earned a throaty chuckle that reverberated against your clit and made your thighs clench together. Vaguely, in the distance, you felt his hand curl around your ankle, then you were being bent in half, your legs thrown over his shoulders as he ate you out like a man starved. It was all you could do to keep your eyes shut, the tears that wouldâve escaped otherwise safely locked away, to make sure you didnât kick or thrash or do anything thatâd make him decide youâd be more entertaining after youâd been half-mauled by one of his monsters. It was all you could do to keep your mind blank, to block out the terrible, wet noises rising up from between your thighs, toâ
The door creaked as it swung open, and you scrambled to pull away from Geto, to cover yourself before someone saw you being brought to the brink of climax by a murderer. He held you in place, though, his grip turning vice-like as he kept you splayed-open and on-display for the familiar, white-haired stranger now standing in the doorway. âSatoru,â Geto started, still idly pumping his fingers into you. âHow kind of you to joinââ
He didnât get a chance to finish. You closed your eyes, and when you opened them again, Gojo had him pinned to the far wall, a small crater blown into the cement where the point of collision wouldâve been. You could see an orb of blinding, blue light forming in his other hand, but Geto only clicked his tongue, shaking his head. âKeep your dick in your pants, pervert,â he purred, eyes flitting to you. âThere are innocents nearby.â
The orb of light disappeared, but Gojo didnât move. âI donât mind getting my hands dirty.â
You watched a first form at Getoâs side, watched in a daze as his knuckles collided with Gojoâs cheek with enough force to send him flying across the room and into the side of the bed, fracturing the steel frame. âMe neither, âtoru.â
Letting out a ragged exhale, Gojo pushed himself to his feet and their conversation devolved into a rush of blows and kicks and insults half-finished before Gojoâs fist collided with Getoâs chin or Geto caught Gojoâs throat in his teeth. Clothes were torn, blood spilled across cheap carpeting, and you blinked once, twice, before shaking your head and hauling yourself up and taking stock of the situation.
They were fighting. Eventually, one of them would probably win, and that winner would probably want to fuck you. Maybe, after that, one of them would also help you. Maybe.
Gojo caught Getoâs hair in his fist and pulled. You couldâve sworn you heard Geto moan.
Okay. Alright. Yeah. No. Fuck this, actually.
Slowly, careful not to make a sound, you stood up and pulled your sweater down to cover your still dripping cunt before inching towards the door which was, surprisingly, still in one piece (it would dawn on you later that Geto mustâve left it unlatched, if not open, much to your delayed mortification). You could figure something else out. There were two other people who knew about your monsters, which meant there mustâve been at least one more. Gojo had been wearing a uniform, when you first met him, running for your life from the mangled mess of teeth and claws thatâd managed to sink its talons into you, and you thought youâd heard him mention a school. You could find someone else, someone who wouldnât ask for sex, someone who wouldnât know your name before you introduced yourself, someone whoâd give you a protective charm or a talisman and then demand for money or unpaid labor in return. You couldâ
It felt like vertigo, like the surface of the Earth had shifted underneath you. Your body tilted, collapsed, and then Gojoâs arm was wrapped around your waist, his chest pressed into your back and his fingers burrowed into the flesh of your side. âTrying to get away?â His voice was raspy. Geto mustâve gotten his throat. âThatâs not very nice.â
âYou were the one who burst in uninvited and distracted me,â Geto muttered. His lip was busted, and he cracked his nose back into place as he hauled himself up from the floor. âIf you hadnât interrupted us, theyâd still be cumming on my tongue so adorably.â
Gojo didnât seem to pay him any mind. His attention remained fixed on you, his free hand drifting to your vulnerable pussy. Using his thumb, he gathered some of the slick staining your inner thighs, toying with it as he spoke. âI thought the first time I touched you like this would be more romantic.â He paused, his ears ghosting over the shell of your ear. âOr, the first time I touched you while you were awake, at least. It⊠it got harder to control myself, toward the end.â
You snapped to Geto, teeth bared. âThis wasnât what we agreed to. I donât want toââ
âDonât talk to him.â His fingers slipped into you, curling against the walls of your cunt. Your breath hitched in your chest, and Gojo pressed a fleeting kiss into your cheek. âDonât look at him. Heâs not supposed to be here.â
âI could say the same thing about you, Satoru.â Stretching his back, he made his way back to the bed and collapsed onto it, letting out a strained groan. âIf I hadnât been so kind as to donate all of those very valuable, very hard-to-come-by curses to your pitiful cause, you wouldâve waited⊠how long? Another year before so much as breathing the same air as your little crush?â His half-lidded stare met yours, and he smirked. âYou should have a taste. The poor thing is heavenly when theyâre scared.â
âHeâs always been this bossy. Iâm sorry you had to deal with him on your own.â Gojo drew back, but didnât let you go. Rather, he looped an arm under your knees and pulled you off your feet, carrying you back to that fucking bed. He laid you out with more care than Geto had, but his expression remained uncannily blank. Heâd been blindfolded the first time youâd met, and whatever eyewear heâd come with had been either removed or torn away, revealing eyes that were almost painfully blue. The only mercy was his hair â long enough to fall over his face and obscure his empty gaze, his parted lips. His hand drifted to your injured leg, still bandaged from the knee down, and his lips quirked downward. âIâm sorry you had to get hurt, too. ButâŠâ He smiled, leaned in until his forehead rested against yours. âItâs good that weâll get to be together, right?â
You wanted to scream. You wanted to tell him to stop touching you, to let you go home, but you couldnât go home, so you said nothing.
Geto let out an exaggerated yawn. âI didnât put this little reunion together because I wanted to hear you talk, âtoru.â
âSee what I mean? So fucking bossy.â And yet, one of his hands fell away from you. You heard fabric rustle, metal clink, and then his cock was free, prodding against the inside of your thigh. You could feel your heart drop into your stomach as your eyes broke away from his and raked over his pale shaft, his flushed head, already leaking beads of ivory precum. He was tall. They were both massive, but nothing attached to a human being shouldâve been that big. âYouâre lucky Iâm letting you watch.â
âWho said Iâd be watching?â So preoccupied by your own terror, you didnât notice Geto shifting until you felt his hands on your sides, then at the hem of your sweater, pulling your only remaining protection over your head. You scrambled to stop him, but there wouldnât have been much you could to do fend him off at your best, let alone in the state youâd been reduced to tonight. With a breathy chuckle, he finished stripping you down, his attention immediately falling to your chest. âYou wouldnât want me leaving you alone with him, would you, little one?â He bowed his head, catching your nipple with his teeth and pulling harshly. A pained whine slipped past your lips before you could choke it back, and he turned towards Gojo, grinning. âSee? They like me.â
Whatever rage Gojo felt, he managed to bury it beneath a soft smile, a pulse of pure electricity in his eyes as he took his cock in his hand, dragging the tip over your entrance. You thrashed, kicked, fought, but he only cooed as he thrust into you, like he was trying to comfort you. Like you would need to be comforted if he just stopped.
He bottomed out, his hips pressing into yours with a blissful sigh, and you lurched forward, moving to claw at his eyes, to wrap your hands around his throat, to do something. Geto caught your wrists before you could so much as touch him, though â laughing as he forced your arms flush against the mattress. As Gojo started to move in earnest, Geto slotted his lips against yours, taking advantage of your distress to force his tongue into your mouth while Gojo fucked you open, whatever gentleness heâd been attempting to show you falling away in favor of burying himself that much deeper in your tight heat. As soon as Geto pulled away, Gojo took his place, his kiss not quite as aggressive but no less invasive, no less unwelcome. You shouldâve never left your apartment. You shouldâve never run from your monsters. At least they mightâve been kind enough to kill you quickly.
By the time he broke away from you, your vision was spotted with black, your lungs aching from a lack of oxygen. Jerkily, he straightened his back and raised a hand, his fingers soon tangled in Getoâs hair. You watched in a daze as teeth clashed against teeth and lips collided with a bruising force, and considered the terrifying possibility that you mightâve been the first person either of them had ever kissed.
Gojoâs pace turned erratic, his hold on your hip crushing. His pelvic bone caught on your clit every time he thrust into you. Youâd been able to control yourself when faced with Getoâs teasing, but now, every little cracked moan and pained whimper slid past your lips, barely audible above the sound of slick squelching and skin slapping against skin. Unwillingly, you clenched around him, and Gojo doubled over with a throaty groan, burying his face in the side of your neck. You felt his mouth on your throat, then his teeth, sinking into your skin deep enough to draw blood. You clenched your eyes shut, willing your body to go numb to the pain, to ignore the coil of pure agony winding tighter in your core, but Geto caught your chin, forcing you to tilt your head back and stare up at him. âTrying to run away again so soon?â
âS-stop,â you half-sobbed, trying to pry his hand away from your face. âDonât touch meââ
âWeâll have to bring a gag along, next time. That is, unless you learn to be more appreciative.â He shrugged his sweatpants below his waist, wrapping his fist around his cock and guiding it to your lips. âOpen up, little one.â
You grit your teeth, keeping your mouth shut as tightly as you could, but Gojo bit down on your collarbone and you screamed, jerking against him. Geto took advantage of your misery, slipping a thumb into your mouth and prying your teeth apart, forcing his cock down your throat. âBite down,â he muttered, voice low and tone sharpened, âand Iâll make sure he knocks you up.â
A wave of cold dread washed over you, but you didnât have time to linger on your newly realized fear. Geto was already fucking your skull, already leaving you struggling not to choke as you tried to remember how to breathe around him. Where Gojo was uncontrolled, Geto almost seemed⊠unaffected, holding your head in place while he rolled his hips with the idle pace of a man determined to milk every second he could out of you. It was unbearable; the burning in your throat, the heat in your core, the feeling of Gojo battering into your cunt until you couldnât stop your legs from twitching, your back from arching, your pussy from clenching around Gojoâs length and drawing a sinful noise from somewhere deep in his chest. You let out a ragged moan half-suffocated by Getoâs cock, and then you were coming undone around him, your body convulsing underneath his. Gojo wasnât far behind. With a hitched groan, he pressed his hips into yours and pushed another open-mouthed kiss into your neck, making no attempt to pull out before flooding your pussy with something thick and awful.
Geto wasnât far behind, his eyes falling shut as he came down your throat. For the longest time, neither of them moved, Geto forcing you to choke down every last drop of his cum while Gojo stare down at you, eyes blank and lips parted, his expression caught somewhere between tender and awe-struck.
Finally, he glanced away from you, looking to Geto instead. âLetâs switch. I want to feel their mouth.â
Geto let out a breath of a chuckle. With your body limp, your jaw slack, he pulled away from you, leaning just close enough to let his lips brush against your temple before straightening his back and moving to take Gojoâs place between your legs. âWhatever you say, lover boy.â
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Hours later, when your skin was little more than a patchwork of hickeys and bruises and you couldnât feel anything save for a constant, excruciating ache in your cunt, Geto had fallen asleep with his arm around your waist and Gojo laid next to you, head propped on his fist and a soft smile painted across his lips. You could see the sun starting to rise from behind the thin motel curtains, feel the dread that accompanied being in a strange place with strange men at a strange time, but it all seemed secondary, pushed to a distance by your exhaustion, your devastation. When Gojo wrapped his arms around you, pulling you out of Getoâs hold, all you could summon was a whine of protest, and even that was quickly glazed over with an airy laugh, a quiet hush.
Getoâs shirt (discarded three hours in, when he stepped aside for a shower while Gojo made you cum on his tongue for the fourth time) was pulled over your head, Gojoâs glasses (lost in the initial fight, found briefly while Geto was bouncing you on his cock with one hand and jerking Gojo off with the other, then lost again) snagged off the floor and pocketed. As he slipped out of the beaten motel door, you shut your eyes against the dim light, burying your face in his chest, and he encouraged you to, cupping the back of your neck as he pressed a kiss into your forehead. With his lips still lingering against your skin, he spoke, his voice muffled by his proximity. âItâs alright. You can sleep, if you need to.â
It mightâve been sweeter, if you hadnât been able to feel every inch of his smile cutting into your skin.
âI promised Iâd keep you safe, didnât I?â
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Trucker!König x Stranded!Reader (fem)
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>cw: fem/afab, oral, cum play, non-con somnophilia, non-con, sleeping pills, kidnapping, non-con recording
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âFuck!â You shout slamming the hood of your car down. On your way through the countryside on a road trip, your car decided to break down. Youâre in a foreign country, the sun is setting, and having no one to help leaves you feeling overwhelmed and defeated. You sit back in your car and begin to cry. In your mind driving solo across Europe was going to be a piece of cake, yet here you are because you tried to save money and got a piece of shit car.
The sound of a semi-truck braking gets your attention as you look into your rear-view mirror to see a blue truck had pulled off and stopped behind you. In a hurry you pull down your visor to check yourself as you wipe tears away and try to relax your face. You close it just in time to see a massive man jump out of the cab of the semi and walk in your direction. A wave of fear rushed over you as you realized you have no items for self-defense on you.
 A knock on the driverâs side window, and the tall trucker steps back and stares at you with piercing blue eyes. Taking a deep breath, you open the car door and step out. His eyes look you up and down.
âAre you stranded?â His voice is smooth with a thick Austrian accent.
âYes, I am.â Your voice cracks from the nervousness youâre feeling. He is built like a tank and like, really fucking tall.
He gives you a small nod before extending his hand to you, âIâm König.â
âY/n,â you grab his hand and shake it. His hand is massive and swallows yours.
âYouâre not from here, are you?â He gives you a warm smile trying to be nice.
âIâm notâŠâ
âDo you have anyone here you can call?â The question seems innocent enough.
âNo, I donât. My phone has no signal either.â
âHm,â König looks at your car and then to you once more. âWell, I canât possibly leave you here alone, especially with it getting dark... where were you heading?â
âI was heading to the German border.â
âHm, thatâs a six-hour drive Maus.â
âItâs okay if you canât-â
âI can, Iâm heading that way. Iâll drive you as close as I can get and help you get set up with a ride in.â He gives you such a genuinely warm smile that you feel your guard beginning to drop.
âI- I really appreciate that, König.â You turn to go to your car and open the back seat to grab two small suitcases out.
âIâll grab those for you FrĂ€ulein.â König walks behind you and gently reaches past you to grab your bags. The sweet vanilla body lotion youâre wearing catches his attention and he tries to take a deep breath as discreetly as he possibly can.
You back away, slightly bumping him. âOh, sorry. Thank you so much König. Youâre like a God send.â
He smiles back at you while holding your bags and closing the car door, âIs this all there is?â
âYes, thatâs it.â You two begin to walk towards the semi-truck as you look around the farm land.
Once to the truck König opens the door for you and helps you climb into the cab, his hand grazing your butt seemed innocent enough so you brush it off. It was most definitely not innocent. He is simply testing your boundaries and seeing how youâd react.
You set you bag down on the floor as König walked around to the driverâs side. He walks to the back of the cab and puts your bags on his small bed back there. He finally sits in the driver seat and looks over at you.
âAre you ready to go?â He asks in a gentle voice.
âYeah,â you look out at the car that broke down on you feeling slightly sad.
âDonât worry about that car,â König says, noticing your sad gaze. âI will help you out, I promise. I canât leave a young woman stranded.â His smile is so warm and genuine, but the look in his eyes shows he has different motives with you.
As he pulled back onto the road König found himself checking you out. His eyes are drawn to the curve of your breast in your tight shirt and the way your thighs look as you sit down in the seat. He was going to have fun with you.
âSo, where are you originally from?â He asks, keeping his eyes straight ahead.
You answer and explain how you have always wanted to visit Europe so on impulse you decided to come.
âA bit far from home arenât you Maus?â He asks with a sly smile on his lips. âDo you even have any friends or contacts in any of these countries?â
âNo, I donât.â You shake your head not realizing these are questions you shouldnât be answering truthfully.
âThatâs a shame, you could get hurt out here. Good thing I came across you and not some⊠pervert.â He turns his gaze from the road to you and looks at how your breasts bounce with every bump he hits. He couldnât wait to see what they actually look like, but in his head, he is running through every possibility.
âYeahâŠthank you so much for all of your help. Really. I was about to give up and go back home.â You giggle softly.
Your giggle was so genuine and soft. Your lips look tender and kissable. He wanted to see how your lips look wrapped around his cock or sucking on his full nut sack.
âThat would have been a shame, itâs good to explore. See the world and expand your horizon.â He says it so casually as if he isnât thinking of shoving your head down on his dick and making you give him road head. I wonder if she does analâŠ
You both drive while having small talk. Innocent topics like your hobbies, home life, any little question he can drop to get more information out of you. The sun was now completely set and König noticed your eyes becoming tired as the drive went on.
âIf you need to rest, thereâs a small bed in the back. Itâs not much, but if I can sleep on it, youâll do just fine.â Thereâs a friendly chuckle in his tone as his eyes look over at you. Watching as you turn in the seat and look into the dark tiny cab with the bed. His eyes trailing up and down your legs before going back up to your eyes.
âOh,â you couldnât explain this feeling in your gut. It was as if it were screaming at you, telling you no and that you should stay awake. You really shouldnât even be in this truck. Shoving those feelings to the side and excusing them as anxiety, you look back at König.
âDonât worry, y/n, I donât bite.â König says with a big smile revealing his sharp K9s. âYouâll be safe with me.â
You nod your head as you begin to stand and walk to the back, it was dark so you used your hands to guide you back there. It was simple since itâs a small space. Taking your bags off the bed and setting them on the floor, you lay down and rest your head on the pillow. Grabbing the thin blue blanket on the bed to cover yourself, you feel so happy to be in a bed, even if its this tiny.
König turns his head slightly to look back at you. It has been ten minutes so he wanted to know if you were asleep or not.Â
âYou settled in alright back there?â He waits to see if he hears your voice.
âNoâŠâ Your voice meek as if you feel bad you canât fall asleep.
âWould you like a sleeping pill Maus?â Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes⊠âMy doctor gave them to me to help with the uncomfortable sleeping situation.â He chuckles softly. That was a bold face lie, he got them from his handy dandy street dealer for a moment like this.
You know it isnât smart to take medication from others, especially prescribed and from a stranger. You hesitate for a moment trying to think of your answer.
âHere,â he opens up a small pill organizer with one hand and holds them out for you to grab. His eyes are straight ahead still on the road.
You slowly get up and grab one, âThank you.â
âYou can take a sip of my water. I promise I have no gross germs.â He laughs, his laughs so warm and welcoming.
You take the sleeping pill and thank him again. Returning to the tiny bed in the back of the cab you try to get as comfortable as you can. You keep your eyes open for a while, looking at the little bits of König and the road you can see from the angle. By the time I wake up we should be close to the German border, and Iâll be able to continue on my way. This is just for a few hoursâŠjustâŠa fewâŠmoreâŠ
Twenty minutes pass as König continues to drive. There is a truck stop coming up where he can refill and where heâd usually rest. He looks over his shoulder at you again, âYou still awake?â He asks rather loudly.
No response.
âAre you asleep?â He asks again at the same loudness, no response. âPerfect.â
König pulls into the truck stop as usual. He pulls up to the gas station and gets out of the semi to refill the tank and make sure all his wheels are in good condition. He buys you a drink and something to eat when you wake up from the concession area inside before you pay. He grabbed himself another water and a snack as well. Casually he got back to the truck and drove it around back to the parking lot where truckers can park and sleep for the night. He took his time setting up the window covers and making sure the doors were locked and safe. Standing in the now total darkness of the cab, he looks in your direction.
âHey,â he said, lightly shaking your leg to see if you would wake up. You didnât. Good.
He pulls his cell phone out of his pocket and pulls the blanket off of you. His hand caresses the curve of your waist, hip, and ass slowly taking his time to enjoy the way the curves feel. His hand wrapping around your ass and squeezing.
He turns on the light from his phone and illuminates the small cabin. He crouches down beside you and gently pushes your body back so youâre lying on your back now. His hand gently runs under your shirt and caresses the soft skin of your abdomen. His hand reaching up and cupping your breast over your bra. He lets out a soft sigh as he withdraws his hand.
âYouâre so beautiful Maus, so beautifulâŠâ He says as he slowly begins to pull your pants down. He opens the photo app on his phone and begins to take photos of your exposed body, only your panties and bra to cover you.
As he continues to shine a light on you, he pulls your bra down and records himself gently shaking your breast and caressing your nipples until they harden. He leans in and begins to suck on each nipple, making sure itâs all on camera. With his free hand he rubs the erection that is growing in his pants.
Pausing the recording he stands and undoes his belt buckle and then his pants, pulling them down to around his ankles. He releases his aching cock, a bead of precum dripping from the pinkish red tip. He picks back up the phone and points the camera back at you as he jerks off over your body.
His loud pants being picked up on the camera as he stops occasionally to rub your pussy through the fabric of your underwear, feeling a wet spot begin to form, or play with your breast before continuing to pump his fist on his cock.
You remain asleep, completely unaware of what was going on as König kneeled into the bed a little and scooped your drool up with the head of his cock, gently rubbing his tip over your soft lips. He spread your drool around the tip of his cock and used it as a lube for himself. He slapped your lips with his cock twice before gently trying to push it inside of your mouth. He moved his hand from around his cock to your jaw to hold it open as he slid himself in. His breathing shakes as he feels the wet heat of your mouth.
He slowly bucks his hips forward into you as he inches his cock in your mouth little by little. âJa, thatâs my good little Hure.â He moans out, his free hand traveling to your breast and squeezing your breast.
âOh fuck,â König quickly moves his hand back to his cock as he begins to cum. He pulls out slightly so he can cum on your lips and in your mouth. His breathing heavy and he moans your name. Releasing his full balls completely on to you he smiles at his artwork. He slaps his cock on your lips a few more times before scooping it up with his cock and shoveling it into your mouth, making you eat all of his cum.
König stops recording once he is done and puts the phone down on the bed and he picks his pants back up. He would usually have his fun and drop the girl off somewhere safe, but you⊠youâre so beautiful. Your tits are perfection and he didnât even get to try that pussy yet. Youâre the type of woman that would never even give him the time of day outside of these circumstances. Heâs keeping you. Youâre his now.
Part2, Part3, Part4, Part5
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I don't need space, I need you
Mattheo and Theodore fluff
Based on this request, please don't hate me for taking 29 days to post this rather average piece, but I had a lot of requests and not a lot of time. I hope you like it!
Finally I had time to write today! Big yey for me, people. I needed it and I'm so happy I wrote something today. đ Sending you lots of love and of course: happy readings!
A/N: I got some stuff going on in life so if I don't respond, I'm sorry. Just know that I love you. đ
There was a request for a Draco and Enzo version: you can read it here
Mattheo
âWhereâs my princess?â Mattheo sings as he enters the common room in search of you. âNot here, I would check the library.â Blaise states not looking up from his book. Mattheo nods and is about to turn around to head straight for the library, but Dracoâs snickering stops him from doing so. âI bet youâre pleased to have a moment of peace.â Mattheo focuses on Draco, not completely getting where the blond's going with this. âI honestly pity you, man, must be so suffocating.â Suddenly all eyes are on Mattheo and not just his friends, the entire slytherin common room is curious to hear what the big bad boy has to say. Mattheo moves a nervous hand through his curls and chuckles. âYeah, sheâs a bit much with her hugs and cuddles, and urgh those constant questions to check on me. Iâm lucky she studies so much, so I have a break from time to time.â Mattheo sits down opposite of Draco who grins and nods, fully believing that Mattheo feels saved by your absence. However, Mattheo felt miserable sitting there, knowing that he could be spending time with you.
Just like Mattheo was searching the castle for you, you had been searching for him and ended up checking the common room. With watery eyes you turn around, unnoticed by anyone, and leave the common room. He thinks Iâm too much?
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âWho is it?!â Mattheo yells as he pushes you against the wall of an empty hallway. He rarely raised his voice with you, but now his face was close to yours, his eyes dark and piercing yours. He looks more pained than angry, but you just look confused. To him it was obvious, you had fallen out of love with him and probably found someone else. There was plenty of proof:
A quick kiss on the lips and a wish of good luck before Tuesday's test was all Mattheo got, instead of the tight hug and intense kiss you would normally give him before a test.Â
When you got your results back on Wednesday you jumped into Lunaâs arms and just gave him a happy smile, while he was standing right there next to Luna. His heart ached to hold you and press you against his chest. Worse was when you asked Enzo about his test first and ended up discussing all the answers, barely giving your boyfriend any attention.
Thursday you went to sit next to Pansy in the common room, instead of settling in your boyfriendâs lap. Mattheo was forced to watch you the whole evening without touching you once. When you left for bed, you told him not to walk you to your room and reminded him to spend some much needed time with his friends. The sweet kiss you gave him, didnât make up for any of it.Â
Were you trying to get rid of him? To Mattheo the case was obvious.
Friday was the worst. Happy to finally have you next to him as you were both reading, settled close by the fire. With his eyes still on the page of his own book his arm moved behind you to pull you closer and you let your head rest on his shoulder as you continued to read, but still Mattheo frowned. Normally you would sling your legs over his and cuddle up against his chest, wrapping your blanket around the both of you and creating this warm bubble of love. He could barely focus on his book, as his eyes constantly wandered to you reading next to him but not cuddled up against him like you used to.
So by Saturday Mattheo had pretty much had it with you. You rubbed your temple as squeezed your eyes. âI have a headache, Iâm gonna head to my room and rest for a bit.â You got up from your seat to leave the library and Mattheo did the same. If you werenât feeling well then he needed to be by your side. âOh, donât Matt. Iâll be fine. Iâll ask Pansy to give me something against the pain and settle next to me until I fall asleep.â Mattheo stood perplexed as you just kissed him and left. Now he wasnât even good enough to take care of you anymore.
This was the moment he snapped. With stern strides he follows you.
âWho is it?!â You frowned at the question and met Mattheoâs dark eyes. âObviously, youâre done with me. So whoâs better than me, huh?â His voice was filled with anger, but his question sounded so heartbreaking, that you felt no need to get angry with him for pushing you against the wall and snapping at you. You cup his cheeks and softly shake your head. âMatt, I love you. I have no idea what youâre talking about.â Your voice is calm and endearing, reminding him of how much he needed your love. You were always so gentle with him and feeling you slip away the past week hurt so much that he felt like falling apart on the spot. He's too hurt and afraid to lose you to act tough and with a whisper he confesses his worries. âYou donât check up on me anymore. You donât wish me luck before a test like you used to. We donât cuddle anymore.â You stare at him in silence for a moment, you had never seen Mattheo this soft and vulnerable before.Â
Your hands still resting on his cheeks move to his neck as you wrap your arms around him and pull him against you. Mattheo snuggles his face in your neck, embarrassed with himself and desperate for your warmth. You rest your head against his and your fingers move through his curls, making him sigh at your touch. âYou told Draco I was a bit too much. So I backed off, because I didnât want to lose you. I know I can get clingy sometimes, Iâm sorry.â Mattheo moves away to look at you and his eyes look guilty. âNo, no. Donât apologise. Donât be sorry. I love you clingy and cuddly. I need you to be around me.â Your eyebrows knit together. âBut I heard you say-â Mattheo interrupts you and shakes his head. âI was being stupid. Donât listen to the things I say. Just stay with me and love me⊠overwhelm me with everything you have.â You tilt your head in confusion. âNo, I mean listen to me, just forget about what I said back then. I- I was trying to act tough so I pretended to- you know.â You chuckle. âYou pretended not to like cuddles, because you wanted to be a tough guy?â Embarrassed with himself Mattheo nods. âIâm a softy for you and I need my daily dose of love. I donât need space.âÂ
You sigh at Mattheoâs pouty face. âMy boyfriendâs an idiot.â Mattheo nods and leans in for a kiss. âPlease, let me take you to your room and let me take care of you, because I want nothing more than to be around you.â You pull him in for another intense kiss as an answer and as you walk to your dorm, he squeezes your hand the whole time walking.
Theodore
âWhereâs my lady?â Theodore frowns as he sits down opposite of Blaise, who raises his shoulders without looking up from his book. Theo shakes his head in annoyance, he needed you like he needed cigarettes. He spent the whole day longing for your love and warm embraces. Merlin, all he wanted right now was for you to entangle your fingers with his hair and ask him about his day. âFor once the two of you arenât attached to the hip.â Mattheo quips and Draco snickers. âMust be refreshing to have a moment to yourself.â Theodore stays silent for a moment and a little further, near the common room entrance you halt in your step. âSheâs so mothering, itâs almost toxic. I donât know how you do it, mate.â Draco wiggles his eyebrows at Theo as Mattheo talks. âYou know, if you ever need us to come save you, we could always come up with a code word.â Draco offers and Theodore chuckles, not knowing what to say. âItâs not toxic, but Iâm happy to have a moment with you guys, because she can be a bit much. Sheâs always so⊠clingy.â You chew your lip and slowly take a step back, leaving the common room as the word âclingyâ rings in your head.Â
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You didnât want to lose your boyfriend due to being too clingy. So you decided to keep your distance.Â
Instead of spending your evening studying cuddled up with your boyfriend you ask Hermione to help you out with potions who of course never passes the opportunity to study. Keeping up his tough act in front of his friends, Theodore canât protest as you leave the common room to go study with your friend instead of with him. Theo feels himself get cold as he sits by the fireplace with his friends. If youâre not there to keep him warm the room just feels empty and even the conversations are boring. He canât help but curse himself for letting you go study with Hermione. Having to make peace with an evening without you, Theodore longs for the next day and having you next to him during breakfast while you talk about your plans for the day.Â
The next morning, at breakfast Theo only gets a small kiss from you before you turn to Pansy gossiping about some third years. Theodore canât resist but snake an arm around you and you love his touch, but you try not to be too clingy and decide to not fully lean against him. Your boyfriend is happy to have you next to him, but disappointed that you stay engaged with Pansyâs gossip instead of giving him some much needed attention. Why were you not combing his hair with your fingers until it looked the way you preferred it? Why were you not checking if he had done all his homework? What was so bloody interesting about Pansyâs conversation?!! He was getting so annoyed that he was caught by surprise when you kissed him tenderly and headed for class. His mind and body were screaming to have you back by his side and walk you to class, but he just turned to his breakfast and spent the morning sulking.
Finally, after two days, he had you close to him, settled on his bed with a book in your hand. You were all alone in his room and you both enjoyed the peace and quiet. You lay between his legs with his arms around you, while his head rested on yours, reading some of the paragraphs of your book but mostly taking in your warmth and scent. He gives you a soft kiss on your cheek and you smile and lean against his chest. âI love you.â You whisper and his eyes shine even brighter than he smiles. âLove you too.â However, your romantic moment is ruined when Blaise and Mattheo enter. âAstronomy tower?â Mattheo raises his eyebrows at Theo who is about to decline the invitation, but you speak up first. âI was just about to meet up with Luna.â You jump up and Theodore's eyes go furious at the suggestion of you leaving. âNo youâre not.â Theo snaps at you, shaking everyone in the room. âWhy are you so eager to get away from me?â Theo questions and Blaise and Mattheoâs eyes move from their friend to you. You take a step back at your boyfriend's accusation. âIâm not. Iâm just giving you space so you can hang out with your friends.â Theo shoots Blaise and Mattheo a dark glare. âOut! Both of you!âÂ
As soon as the duo closes the door behind them and you and Theodore are left alone in the room Theodore gets up and towers over you. âI donât want space, I want you. So tell me whatâs going on, because I canât stand it anymore.â His voice is stern, but you feel yourself relax as you no longer have to act differently and you can finally be honest with him. âYou think Iâm clingy and sometimes Iâm too much⊠and I get that and I donât want to lose you⊠so I did my best to give you some space in the hopes of saving our relationship.â Theodoreâs heart aches at the soft tone of your voice. How could he make you feel like you were too much when you were all he wanted. âIâm such a shit boyfriend.â Theo sighs as he sits back down on his bed, making you frown and join him. âNo, I was too much.â Theoâs head snaps to you. âYou are not. I didnât want those idiots to think I was whipped or soft or- so I said you were clingy, but you're not, if anything I am⊠I want you around 24/7.â Your eyes widen at his confession. âSoooo, youâre saying that âtheâ Theodore Nott is so in love with me that he prefers cuddling over hanging with his friends.â Your boyfriend chuckles. âYeah, so please just go back to reading in my arms and make me the happiest man alive.â You lean towards him and he meets your lips. The sweet kiss quickly turns passionate as you both fall back on the bed.
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babydaddy jang wonyoung
now where do i even start with this�? so much to unpack here
tags: lactation kink, breeding kink(?), g!p wonyoung, reader is a few months pregnant, the baby isnât born yet this is simply wony shenanigans before that human being is fully formed!
wedding was lovely, cake was delectable, WIFE WAS PRETTY?? you were thriving
and luckily for you, on the honeymoon she just went batshit crazy on you, no really, she did! first 5 minutes upon walking into the hotel room and she was already deep inside you, fucking you ass up as she moaned out your name with pride,,, also making you uncover your mouth to hear every single one of your sounds coming out of your mouth, in unison with hers, lowkey wanting to show off to everyone in the other rooms that she was making you feel soooo good? sheâs fucking her wife better than they ever would theirs, cause sheâs⊠sheâs rather competitive, you see! yes it made you rather shy, but it never hurt to step out of your comfort zone every once in a while!!
hence why, being married to wonyoung for over two years now, youâve allowed yourself to be more open to things and experiment a lot more with her, you did things you wouldnât necessarily do with her when you guys were dating,, for example, cockwarming! aheheh naturally
like⊠walking in on her doing her cute girly makeup in your guysâ room and then randomly asking her if you can sit on her cock later?? oh she gets hard on the spot i fear⊠and you obviously notice it and giggle to yourself; itâs poking right out of her skirt, how could you not notice it?
obviously, intrigued by the ideas you get and willing to do anything to please you, she always accepts. so, obviously, the cockwarming wasnât an exception.
watching a horror movie on the couch and casually sitting on her hard cock, nonchalantly focused on the tv as if you werenât literally SITTING ON HER? anywho, you were doing okay, just having a fun time and enjoying the film! she, on the other hand, was fighting only god knows what as she desperately tried not to grab you by the sides and just mindlessly pound into you. the way your walls clenched onto her whenever she moved around a tiny bit?? she was LOSING ITTT i tell you,,, so when a random jumpscare startled the both of you and caused you to jump, it was really hard to keep it in. ESPECIALLY with all of the thoughts she was getting of filling you up right then and there,,, not caring about the consequences,,
so she didnât!! lol
if you asked her about it now, sheâd cover her burning face and call it embarrassing, but yes; feeling you move around on her dick at that moment made her feel so good that she just couldnât hold it in, she shot her load inside you.
itâs important to note that she was NOT wearing a condom! i mean, why would she?? you thought she was gonna be able to keep it together, youâre just watching a movie, after all! so why would she wear a condom for this?? you laughed it off and properly fucked her as an apology that day afterwards lol everything was fine and dandy
until the answer to that question came back up to you about three weeks later!!
womp womp guess tf what bitch!! youâre pregnant with jang wonyoungâs baby
ââŠwhat?â she stared at you blankly, still trying to process the crucial piece of information you just dropped on her on a random tuesday morning.
you sighed, trying to hide your nervousness, âthatâs what the test saysââ
âbaby what do you mean youâre pregnant???â
now what?? no genuinely.. wonyoungâs panicking, youâre panicking, what the fuck were you supposed to do? were you guys even ready to have a child?? you had to worry about that just cause of a silly idea you had originally, you didnât think it would end up this bad????
but turns out that it actually WASNâT as bad! considering you guys had enough money, a house in a safe environment, it was gonna work out. plus, itâs not like your sex life deteriorated. quite the opposite in fact, considering she⊠for some reason⊠found you so much sexier a few months into your pregnancy?
oh donât get her wrong sheâs always found you hot as all hell all throughout your relationship, but pregnant??? that turned on a switch she didnât even know existed. watching you take off your tanktop before getting into bed led her to secretly thinking about all sorts of things, things youâd do to her, things sheâd to you. lots of things!
until it wasnât so secret anymore.
âmy love, what do you think breast milk tastes like?â
you almost choke on your glass of water, furrowing your eyebrows at her, ââŠwhat??? iâ i donât know?â you laughed, before joking, âif youâre really that curious, you could always try and see for yourself, wonyoung.â
she didnât take that as a joke, and you knew that.
the way her cock went rigid to the mere thought told you everything you needed to know.
so! being the amazing wife that you are, you let her try it. you let her suck on your tits during sex until milk leaked from her mouth. it was a cute request, so how could you say no to that? especially with how excited she seemed.
giving you hickeys everywhere around your neck and collarbone, eventually going down to your chest which has been restricted territory for a while, until now, of course. her tongue impatiently roaming around your tits, you could feel her slightly poking at your leg. it was adorable.
she got so into it, sheâd nod eagerly whenever you said something similar to âdoes my pretty princess want mommyâs milk? hm?â looking up at you with desperate eyes as she whined against your soft skin.
and so sheâd pull away from your chest minutes later, your milk coating her lips and slightly leaking from her mouth; what a sight. it got you so inexplicably turned on that you couldnât keep waiting, you just had to ride her.
âc-come on baby, put another baby inside me, yeah?â was whatâd you say as she moaned and grunted your name! :]
#anon asks#anon#multiple anons actually#so sorry for the wait~~#jang wonyoung x y/n#jang wonyoung#jang wonyoung x female reader#ive wonyoung#wonyoung ive smut#jang wonyoung ive#ive jang wonyoung#kpop gg#female reader#ive smut#wonyoung smut#jang wonyoung smut#wonyoung x reader
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I finally wrote for Gaz <3 Quick little blurb about BFF!Kyle / fem! reader. You ask Kyle to practice sucking dick. You know. On him. Ft. a rather subby Kyle Gaz Garrick. Part 2 here.
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The first thing Kyle does after you ask to practice sucking his cock isâ
âjerk off. I mean, he agrees. He showers, even though he had showered earlier that day. But in the shower, he jerks off because he knows that if he doesnât, heâll be spilling himself into your mouth straight away. Itâs hardly the learning experience he wants to give you. Â
Erection sated, what he doesnât do is think about the why. He doesnât think about the next person, the one you might be trying to learn these skills for. That way only leads to pain, and heâs not interested in the angst tonight, not when heâs got this opportunity in front of him packaged up neater than a gift at Christmas.Â
You sit on your heels while he sits on the edge of the bed, naked. For cumming only ten minutes ago, heâs having no problem getting hard, not with the way you look at his cock: a little dumbfounded, a little curious, a little scared, a little excited.Â
âIt doesnât bite. At least it didnât the last time I checked,â he teases. He doesnât admit that it was only ten minutes ago. âYou can touch it if you want. Just stop whenever you want to stop, yeah?âÂ
Comforted, you reach out and stroke your fingertips along the velvety length of his cock. You trace around the foreskin, down the shaft, even brave enough to gently cradle his balls in your palm.
Kyle loves itâloves turning himself into a statue beneath your touch, loves existing only for your innocent exploration. He murmurs soft words of encouragement beneath his breath, watching as your confidence blossoms like a flower beneath rain. Until you feel bold enough to lean forward and place a chaste little kiss on the head.Â
His cock jerks, a quiet moan pulled from his throat at the softness of your mouth. You pull back, laughing a little at the unexpected movement of his cock. Youâre moving plenty yourself though: canât seem to sit still, shifting from one side to the other. Anything to get a little pressure on your pussy.Â
âAre you already wet?â Kyle asks. âJust from kissing my cock?â
You laugh again, embarrassed, and cover your face with your hands. Kyle reaches out to peel them away, eager to see your every minute expression. Itâs important that he does, he tells himself, so that he can tell if youâre uncomfortable. It has nothing to do with enjoying the way your mouth drops open a little when you stare too long, the way your eyes get heavy-lidded when you breathe in the clean scent of him and his shower gel.
âFirst lesson,â he says, guiding your wrists back down to your sides. âAnyone ever asks you to suck their dick and you donât want to, say no. If they insist, kick them right in the balls.âÂ
âI already knew that,â you huff, rolling your eyes at him.Â
âSecond lesson: donât bite it off. Thatâs the end of the lessons, really. Take it from somebody with a dick, weâre just grateful itâs in your mouth. As long as we get it back in one piece, we canât really complain about whatever you do to it.âÂ
Your laughter goes a long way to relaxing that last anxious part inside his chest, the one that is worried he has somehow pressured you into this (despite your insistence that this was what you wanted; that Kyle was the only man in your life you felt safe enough to explore with). When you put your hands on his thighs to brace yourself, kneeling up, he laces your fingers together with his own, smoothing the calloused pad of his thumb across your knuckle.Â
âGo at your pace. Youâre in charge unless you decide otherwise,â he says, watching as your mouth comes closer to his aching length. Your eyes flicker up to him, the picture you make of pure pornography as you kneel between his thighs like a sinner, holding onto his hands like a saint.Â
You place open-mouthed kisses along his length, tasting him, working your way up and down his cock. Itâs a test of his restraint to keep still and quiet and let you explore like this, when all he wants is your lips wrapped around him. A bead of precum wells at the slit of his cock and he watches your eyes find it, fingers wiggling free of his own so that you can reach out and drag the pad of one finger through the pearly seed. Your eyes find his, a hint of caution there, like you arenât sure if youâre about to do something badâbut whatever you see in his face (likely something far too honest, far too open and worshipful)---settles your anxieties. You slip the finger into your mouth and suck it clean, nose wrinkling a little at the taste.Â
âYou donât have to do that,â he says, breathless. âYou donât have to finish me at all, okay?âÂ
You roll your eyes again. âGaz. Stop talking.âÂ
âShut me up,â he challenges, holding out his hands as if to say, Be my guest.Â
You take a deep breath, shoulders squaring. Your mouth opens and then the head of his cock rests against the warm wetness of your tongue. Whose eyes shut first? He couldnât say. Your mouth closes around him, sucking softly on just the tip as your fingers come to wrap around the base, thumb stroke along the underside. Kyle mutters a curse, sucking in a breath and holding it until his lungs burn. Fuck, your mouth is like liquid heat, the little suckling motions of your tongue soft and sweet as you test out different intensities and pressures. You lean forward, taking more of him past your lips, and he lets out a long, low groan.Â
He forces his eyes open, suddenly aware that he is missing it. Youâre here, on your knees, sucking his cock like the best girl, and heâs missing it. Youâre already watching him, a smile visible at the corners of your eyes. You take him into your mouth until his head nudges at the back of your throat where it turns soft. You gag a little, and he curses again, a sound which has you shifting against your heels.Â
You set a hesitant rhythm, head bobbing. It takes you time to coordinate your hand and your mouth, but once you do, it tears a whine from his throat. You keep yourself comfortable, only taking him in to the back of your mouth, but he has no complaints, his belly tight with pleasure, breaths coming shallow and fast.Â
âThatâs it,â he breathes, reaching out to cup your jaw in his hand, thumb smoothing along the hollow of your cheek as you suck. âSo good. Doing it just right, arenât you?âÂ
You make a little needy sound, shifting on your heels again.Â
âWet, pretty girl?â he wonders. âYou canât sit still. Is this turning you on?âÂ
You nod, his cock in your mouth.Â
âShow me,â he says, half-delirious with need. âTouch yourself and show me.âÂ
You remove the hand from the base of his cock and slip it down the front of your leggings. When you pull it free and hold it up to the light, your first two fingers are wet, a line of slick connecting them thin as spidersilk until it breaks while he watches.Â
âFuck,â he breathes. Part of him wants to leave you in pain, desperate for relief, to watch you squirm between his legs like youâre kneeling on hot coals. The other part of him wants to feel the vibration of your moans around his cock, and that is the part which wins. Heâs always considered himself a generous guy. âTouch yourselfââs only fair. Youâre making me feel so good.âÂ
You get clumsy once your hand is between your legs. Your other hand holds the base of his cock steady, but he can tell you lose focus on him, the slick sounds of your fingers rubbing against your clit just audible. Sometimes your mouth goes loose and lax around him, tongue aimless. Kyle groans, hips jerking a little deeper into the softness of your mouth, desperate for anything you give him. Youâre the one on your knees, but youâre so far in control that itâs almost laughable.Â
âDonât stop,â he whispers, stroking where your lips are split open around him, using the pad of his thumb to feel his cock through the softness of your cheek. âPlease donât stop, pretty girl, justâpleaseââÂ
You blink, coming back to yourself a little, and the suction around his cock tightens to a point somewhere between bliss and pain. Though your efforts have been clumsy and the lesson has gone properly off the rails, he can feel his balls drawing up tight against his body, his cock throbbing against your tongue.Â
âIâm closeâpull off, baby,â he says.Â
You stiffen, eyes going wide. He slips in too deep and you gag around him, a wet choke that shouldnât turn him on as much as it does, your eyes slipping shut until your lashes rest on your cheeks, broken little whines filtering out around his cock as you cum on your fingers.Â
Itâs too much for him. He pulls out just in time, one hand cupped loosely around the head of his cock and the other stripping its length in short, quick strokes as he cums after you, teeth clenching, jaw tight around your name in his mouth. He fills his hand and some slips out between his fingers, dripping down onto your thighs below.Â
âHoly shit,â he breathes. âAre you okay?âÂ
You nod, working your hand free from your leggings. Youâre slick all over your palm. He wants to lick it clean.Â
âI didnât pay attention,â you blurt out.Â
He stares.Â
You continue: âLike, at all. Iâm sorry, Kyle, I was soâI was distracted. But I think Iâm better now. Can weâŠcan we try again?âÂ
More cum drips from between his fingers. You squeal and stick your open hand beneath his to catch it before it can ruin your leggings more than they already are. After a lengthy silence, Kyle sighs.Â
âYeah, pretty girl, we can try again. Give me ten minutes.â
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omg omg please for track four of your event đ we know that sparks fly!reader calls spencer âWalterâ but can we get the first time he calls her âangelâ please???? đđ
l.d.s.k â spencer reid [bonus 'sparks fly' chapter]
summary: in other words, the first time spencer calls you an angel pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: best friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluff warnings: rated 15+ for general criminal minds violence, canon compliant with s1 e6 âL.D.S.Kâ, a hint of Derek slander oops, not beta read wc: 2.2k a/n: many many apologies for the delay anon! i hope this can live up to your expectations! sparks fly masterlist | event page
âReid failed his qualification,â Elle tells you as she makes her way into the bullpen looking flawless as ever.Â
Her words bring you out of your daily crossword puzzle, your brows furrowing. âHe failed?â
âWell, he can re-test in two weeks,â Gideon says dismissively, making his way over to the water dispenser.
Elle shrugs, craning her head to look at him. âThey took his gun this morning,â she replies. She looks back over. âBe gentle.â
âIâm always gentle,â you tell her, harshly erasing a wrong answer in your puzzle. âWas that not already obvious?â
âIâm not talking to you,â Elle responds swiftly, her gaze set on Derekâs forehead.Â
Derek is quick to raise his hands in surrender, but the glimmer of amusement sparks in his eyes. You narrow your own just as Spencer comes walking through the glass doors with Gideon following behind him. The young doctor looks dejected as ever, the grip he has on the strap of his bag so tight that his knuckles blanche.Â
He slumps down onto his desk beside you, turning the computer on with a scowl. You open your mouth to say something, an attempt of making him feel better, but Derek beats you to it.
âWeâre all here for you,â Derek says, noticing the way Spencer avoids his gaze. âIâm serious.â
It starts off well. Spencer finally begrudgingly looks Derek in the eye, an unimpressed look on his face.
âIf you ever need anything,â Derek continues, fishing something out of his pocket. You lean over the desk divider to get a better look, but apparently you donât need to. A shrill whistle sound fills the air, and Morgan snickers in jest. âJust blow on that.â
Spencerâs face falls into a stern frown as he hurries to rip the whistle off his neck, throwing it onto his desk.Â
You try once more to offer any form of condolences but your efforts are once again cut off by JJ carrying a stack of manila folders and passing them off to the team. You donât pay much attention to what sheâs saying (something about a shooting and three victims?), your gaze fixed on Spencerâs troubled face. The others rattle off about long distance serial killers and profiling, and you canât help but feel a little bad for your lack of contribution, but your thoughts are filled with more pressing matters.Â
After the briefing and Hotch saying a simple, âWheels up in twentyâ, you turn in Derekâs direction as you stuff your bag with files and random pieces of stationary. Elle sits within earshot, packing her own things.Â
âWhy are you so mean to him?â Your voice carries no malice and you donât look in his direction at all, head down as you furrow through your go-bag.
Derekâs eyebrows shoot up in surprise. âExcuse me?â
âTo Spencer,â you clarify, âlike, just now. He was already in a bad mood. You didnât really have to say much else.â
âIâm just⊠toughening him up,â Derek says with a shrug.Â
âThis job would do that by itself. Spencer doesnât need to âtoughen upâ, and this job doesnât need your help to do that, either.â You lift your shoulder noncommittally. âI think youâre just insecure.âÂ
Elle cackles at that, stifling her laughter behind her fist while Derek snaps his head in your direction. âAlright then, Iâll bite. How am I insecure?â
âYouâre a classic alpha male, and thatâs not necessarily a bad thing, but youâre an alpha male who is in a work environment where almost every other man is also an alpha male. Spencer is the opposite; heâs more timid which, again, not a bad thing, and heâs also more intellectually gifted.â A wry smile spreads across your face as you hoist your bag off your desk and sling it over your shoulder. âYouâre insecure that heâs smarter than you and because heâs the quote-un-quote âweakestâ of the pack, you just canât help but pick on him.â
âReid and I are friends,â Derek says defensively. âAnd come on, you canât tell me that you donât his ramblings a little bit annoying.â
You hum. âI donât find them annoying. Even if I did, I wouldnât cut my friends off when theyâre talking about something they find interesting.â
Spencer doesnât mean to eavesdrop. He swears that it was never his intentionâ he just forgot his wallet on his desk after everything that happened that morning. Regardless, hearing you defend him in such a way is enough to make his stomach flip.
Heâs barely known you for two years. He joined the team a little after you did, granted, he was a permanent addition to the team while you at the time was just interning as a part of the course you were taking. It was only after a very long discussion with Hotch that you became a solid member of the BAU (you told Spencer all of this while you shook out your hands and by extension the nerves you experienced when you were seated in front of your bossâs desk with your resume. It took everything in him to not grab onto your hands and hold them firmly in his).Â
Even when you were an intern and only at work two out of the five workdays, Spencer was able to find solace in you. He didnât really understand the logistics of it, much to his chagrin, but he has chalked it up to you being a little younger than him and feeling that slight twinge of âprotectivenessâ over you. It doesnât make sense, he gathers upon second thought, you donât need protecting. Despite that, he finds himself gravitating to you as if you were the earth and he was the moon. You, full of life and all things wonderful, and him, a dim light that he hopes could brighten up your darkest nights.Â
He doesnât think that that comparison is accurate enough, is the conclusion he comes to when he hears you chastise Derek for his lack of compassion. It isnât so much âchastisingâ as it is stating a fact. Spencer thinks youâre an angel and that everyone should kiss the floor you walk on. His head spins with facts about angels and their origins. He mumbles the facts under his breath, considering all the different backgrounds of angels and the connotations of viewing you as such. Spencer scrunches his nose in annoyance. Heâll be thinking about this the entire flight.Â
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You sit next to him during the flight. Your hands are in your lap as you fiddle with your fingertips, almost as if youâre contemplating something. Spencer glances at you expectantly from the corner of his eye, ignoring the book he is supposed to be reading.
âI know I shouldnât really have to say this, but donât worry about Derek,â you tell him through a hushed whisper. âHeâs just being an idiot.â
âYeah,â Spencer says, trying to not look fazed about the situation. âI know.â
You shift again in your seat before playfully flipping his collar upwards. âI like this shirt on you. Red is totally your colour.â
He thinks itâs pathetic, the way his eyes light up and the way he physically preens at your compliments. âThere have been studies on the colour red and how it may impact oneâs perceptions of others. Actually, it has been found that seeing the colour red can cause an elevation in blood pressure, enhanced metabolism, and a spike in heart rate which are all physiological changes associated in increased energy levels. Another study showed that those who wear red are perceived to be more sexually appealing than those who wear other colours.â
His cheeks flare in embarrassment upon realising the insinuation of his words and he hurriedly backtracks. âNot that I was expecting anything! It was just interesting andââ
âWalter, itâs fine.â You laugh, rolling your eyes. âItâs okay! Youâre right, it is interesting.â
Spencer doesnât think youâre an angel anymore. He knows it. He manages to crack a smile. âYou think so?â
You nod enthusiastically, looking over at him. âTell me more.â
He thinks that he might faint.
***Â
The hospital is under lockdown. Your head spins when you see SWAT making their way through the lobby, armed in heavy bulletproof uniform and guns that are at least half your height. Youâve never had to work a situation where they had to be called and the severity of the situation sinks in.Â
âHotch and Spencer will be okay, right?â You ask worriedly, glancing over to where Gideon is trying to negotiate with the captain.
âTheyâre good at what they do,â JJ reassures gently, squeezing your arm. âIâm sure theyâll be fine.â
Gideon returns with a disgruntled frown, gesturing with annoyance towards the SWAT team. âTheyâre taking the ER in three minutes.â
âThatâs it?â Your words are quiet as you try not to attract the attention of the people in said team. âSo, what, Hotch and Spencer need to talk down a crazy armed sociopath in three minutes?â
âItâs like they donât even want our help,â Elle says through a grumble. âWhatâs the point of asking us here if theyâre not even going to listen to us?â
Somehow, those three minutes are both the longest and shortest three minutes of your life. Thereâs nothing you can do except wait and even then, the hospital is borderline silent. Youâre not necessarily sure if thatâs a good thing. You watch with the others as SWAT trek up the stairs in formation, and you wring your hands out nervously. Time continues to tick by and just when youâre sure that youâll be stuck here for the next however many hours, a loud bang rings through the hospital. Itâs so sudden that you jolt on the spot, your head snapping towards the door.Â
A few civilians, all accompanied by SWAT agents, make their way through the doors and towards the ambulances stationed outside. You follow them out, taking in a breath of fresh night air while a shiver runs down your spine from the cool breeze. Everything seems to be in order and everyone seems to be calm and collected. That must be a good sign, right?
Spence grimaces from his spot on the back of an ambulance, rubbing at his lower torso. The pain isnât that bad anymore, but it does feel a little raw from where Hotch repeatedly kicked him. His face is bruised from where Phillip Dowd hit him with the back of his rifle. The gun he used feels heavy in his pocket and he genuinely isnât used to it being there.Â
âYou alright?â Hotch asks. Heâs using a softer tone, one that Spencer isnât particularly accustomed to.
Spencer nods, his arms crossed over his stomach. âYeah.â
âNice shot.â
He lets out a soft chuckle. âI was aiming for his leg.â
Hotch looks a little amused before he continues, âI wouldnât have kept kicking but I was afraid you didnât get my plan.â
âI got your plan the minute you moved the hostages out of my line of fire,â Spencer says genuinely, nodding.
âWell, I hope I didnât hurt you too badly,â Hotch says guiltily.
Spencer canât help but laugh quietly. âHotch, I was a twelve year old child prodigy in a Las Vegas public high school. You kick like a nine year old girl.â He pauses, offering the gun back to him.
âNo, keep it,â Hotch says, patting Spencer squarely on the shoulder. âAs far as Iâm concerned you passed your qualification.â
Spencer offers a smile as his boss walks away, his gaze meeting yours as you hurry over to him. âHeyââ
âWalter, your face,â you lament with a frown, reaching a hand out to brush against the bruising.
Spencer flinches, hissing softly and you pull back. âItâs still a little sore.â
âSorry,â you murmur, glancing again at his injuries, worry laced in your tone and etched upon your features.Â
âYouâre an angel,â Spencer says softly in a daze, watching the way the flashing lights from the ambulance.
Heat travels up towards your cheeks at his words and you press the backs of your hands against your face in an attempt to calm yourself down. âIâm not an angel.â
Heâs in too deep to try and backtrack so he nods. âYou are,â he says honestly, looking up at you from where he sits on the ambulance. âAnd if you can call me by my middle name, doesnât that mean I can give you a nickname too?â
âWell, I guess,â you relent, your heart still aching at the sight of the bruise on the side of his face.Â
He beams at you as he pockets the gun. âAlright, then, angel.â
Your cheeks grow hot again and this time you feel the blood rush to your ears. âItâll take a while to get used to it.â
He laughs. âBut youâll get used to it.â
âI heard what you did in there,â you say swiftly, effectively changing the subject. âYou donât need that whistle anymore.â
Spencer nods and smiles. âYeah. Thanks, angel.â
âAnytime, Walter.â
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warnings: swearing, smoking, mentions of past trauma (starcourt), slight sexual innuendos??
a/n: hi! remember when i made you do a poll for my 1k celebration? and one bed with billy won? well this is that fic! i'm sorry it took so long to get here, but school was kicking the ever loving shit out of me. anyways, i really hope you like it. it's a little different than other fics i've written, but i think that's a good thing. just for context, this is post the end of season three, with billy and hopper being okay and jopper being in full swing. i think that's all i wanted to say. thanks again for 1k followers. that's still so wild to me. i love you. and billy loves you too <333
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November 1985
âNo.â
âWhat do you mean no? You just fought an interdimensional being, donât you want a vacation?âÂ
Lucas wipes both hands down his face, flopping down on the arm of the couch beside where Max sits with El between her knees, tying off one of the two braids sheâs trying to make.Â
âMax, can you help me? Please?â Lucas has been arguing about this for fifteen minutes.Â
She rolls her eyes, but looks up from her work nonetheless. âBilly.â
The man in question crosses his arms, locking eyes with the redhead. âMaxine.â
Max finishes Elevenâs braid and she hops up to join Will where heâs working on a puzzle. Joyce brought it home from work a few days ago, and itâs been spread out on a card table in the corner of the living room since then. Will couldnât watch The Golden Girls with Joyce from the kitchen table.Â
âJust come with us, Billy. We all know you hate it here. Itâll give you a chance to get away for a little while.â
Except thatâs not totally the truth. He doesnât hate it here. Not with you around.Â
âThereâs a pool.â Will looks up, a little shyly, from the puzzle, fingers flipping around a single piece. âAt the place Robin found.âÂ
Billy nods, and itâs enough to make Will smile at the acknowledgment.Â
Itâd been Steveâs idea, after everything that happened in July. He thought everyone going on a trip together might be a good idea. Go a little ways out from home, calm down.Â
You and Billy started going to school, though Billy is still working. He found a job at a record store across the street from Melvaldâs that opened after the mall went to shit. It definitely wasnât his first choice, but it works. And heâs slowly fixing up the Camaro.Â
Steve had offered to pay for the repairs in full, considering he did most of the damage when he rammed the side of it, but Billy couldnât handle that. So far Max has only convinced him to let Steve cover the really expensive parts. It hurts Billy more than heâd care to admitâhaving Steve Harrington give him money.Â
But he canât lie, going somewhere away from Hawkins, even just for a couple days, sounds really nice. Itâs the group part thatâs bothering him. Heâs still not used to everyone wanting him to tag along, but apparently major trauma brings people together.
Thereâs the slamming of car doors, and footsteps running up the driveway before the door swings open, Robin bursting in with a stack of movies in her arms. Sheâs followed by Dustin and then Steve, bags and keys being tossed every which way.Â
Billy doesnât see you for a moment and starts to worry maybe you arenât coming. Heâs already supplying excuses for having to go home, but Steve left the door ajar, and after a moment, there you are.Â
You look sleepy, footsteps the quietest of everyone else as you carefully push the Byersâ door shut behind you. He watches as you accept a hug from Eleven, overhears her ask, âhow did your test go?âÂ
Heâs happy to hear you tell her it went well. Itâs only after youâve looked at her and Willâs puzzle and snapped a few more corner pieces in that you make a beeline for the open spot on the couch beside Billy.Â
When youâve settled, your knee bumps against his. âHey.â
He looks at you, a little grin playing at the corners of his mouth. His arms are still crossed, thumb playing with the pendant resting on his chest. A chest surprisingly covered by a sweater, though the sleeves are pushed up.Â
âHey. Glad your test is over?â
That sound of his voice makes you smile, and heâs never been so grateful for something, even if itâs just an expression. âYeah.â
You glance down at the new tattoo on his arm, a dark colored snake wrapping around the skin covering his elbow. You run your thumb across the tail that flicks across his forearm, and Billy relaxes into your touch.Â
âYou have work today?â
Billy shakes his head. Youâre glad he had the day off. And youâd tell him so if it werenât for the sudden bombardment.Â
Lucas is suddenly standing in front of you, having returned from the kitchen where you think he and Dustin may have been cleaning out Joyceâs fridge.Â
âHoly shit, thank god youâre here. I need you to convince Billy to go on vacation.âÂ
You glance at Max, assuming sheâs already tried. She looks rather annoyed. âLucas, would you sit down?â
The boy looks at Max, and she glares at him. Clearly he knows better and sits down next to her.Â
âBilly doesnât have to do anything he doesnât want to do,â you finally say.Â
The man in question turns to face you. You have to lean your head back some because of how close he is.Â
âAre you going?â he asks, voice quiet and thick with something you donât know that youâre supposed to notice.Â
âY-yeah. I was gonna. Robin only went on about it to me for an hour over the phone last night. I just think it might be nice to get away for a little while.â Billy doesnât break eye contact with you, and while it makes you a little nervous, it tells you heâs listening.
âAnd I can watch Max for you if you really donât want to go. Just make sure she doesnât kill Lucas or anything.â Max snorts at your response, though Lucas looks at her in panic, already calculating how best to prevent that sort of situation.Â
Your gaze softens and you fight the urge to reach out and run your thumb across Billyâs cheek.Â
Please come with us. I want you to go. I want you there, you think. But itâs not what you say. You donât know how badly he needs to hear it.Â
âYou really donât have to go, Billy. Not if you donât want to.â
âBut there is enough space, man.â Steve stands behind the couch, handing El a scrunchie he retrieved from her bag. His voice is calm, informative. âIf you decide to go. Thereâs plenty of room, and weâd be happy if you did.â
Billy could make some smartass remark. But he wonât. He knows that Steve is being honest, and that heâs not trying to be a dick. It seems that witnessing the guy who beat the shit out of you almost die not even a year after he moved to town really brings you together.Â
Billy gives an acknowledging nod. âIâd be very happy if you did,â Eleven says. She loves having Jonathan as an older brother, really she does, but Billy lets her play with his hair. And in her books, that really ups the scale.Â
He smiles at her, and El considers that a win.Â
You notice him shift next to you, and then heâs leaning forward to whisper in your ear. âCome with me?â He cocks his head in the direction of the door.Â
He gets up, assuming youâll follow him. You always do.Â
When youâve shut the door, you move to the porch swing. Itâs your favorite spot out here, and Joyce says it makes her happy to see someone use it. She used to sit there with Will in the mornings after Jonathan left for school and read to him. She did the same with Jonathan, but he was a much more fidgety kid, wanting to find something else to do.Â
Billy lights a cigarette, and you watch where he fidgets with the ring on his middle finger.Â
Heâs standing a little ways away from you so as to not breathe the smoke directly in your vicinity, but you wish so badly that he was closer. You like having him close. The weight of his body next to you, the warmth, how solid his arm feels when itâs pressed to yours or when he slides down on the couch some and it's more so pressed to your side.Â
âWhich part of it are you worried about?â you ask him.Â
He shrugs. âYou really think they want me there? You think Max wants me around?â âBilly, I know she does. And I know that voice in your head is telling you that itâs a pity invite, but itâs not. And, besidesâŠâ you trail off, but heâs not having that. He needs you to reassure him.Â
âBesides what?âÂ
You look up at him. âI want you to go. And yeah, Iâll be sad if you donât go, but that shouldnât sway your decision either.â You push your feet against the concrete porch a little harder, and the swing responds to the movement. You move quicker, now feeling very pleased with yourself.Â
Billy almost laughs at the child-like look on your face, but you look so at home on the swing that he holds it in. A grin escapes nonetheless.Â
âSay that again.â He stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray either Hopper or Joyce have left outside. Heâs watching you again.Â
âWhat?â Heâs not gonna let you go all shy on him now. He needed to hear that. He needs to hear it.Â
âYou know what.â
âI want you to go.â
âThen itâs settled. Need to get out of this shithole anyways.â
ââââ
The place Steve found is about two hours from Hawkins, with three bedrooms, a shockingly luxurious pull-out couch, and bigger common areas than youâve ever laid eyes on. Excluding the ones in Steveâs house. In short, the rental is like Hopperâs cabin, if Hopperâs cabin were updated and substantially larger. It feels like the kind of place rich people have to take weekend trips. Youâd rather not find out how much Steve is paying for the lot of you to stay there.Â
Robin takes you on a grand tour while everyone else explores the backyard. Dustin is already determined to climb a tree. One of the rooms has two sets of bunk beds, dedicated to the four boys. âTo ensure no cootie-spreading,â Robin proclaims.Â
She and Steve will share the couch, with Max and Eleven in the smaller bedroom.Â
Robin stops at the end of the hallway. âWhich leavesâŠâÂ
You and Billy.Â
You and Billy Hargrove.
Sharing a room.Â
Sharing a bed.Â
Speaking of, the man in question brushes past you, setting his bag on the floor at the foot of the bed. Robin takes that as her queue to leave and gives you a thumbs up on the way out. You hope she can feel your death stare on the back of her head, and she knows it, being quick to run down the hall.Â
âSo weâre roomies, huh?â Billy says, gathering his hair at the base of his neck. You hadnât even realized he had a tie on him, and it takes him finishing off a lazy bun to realize itâs a blue scrunchie. You have to bite your lip to keep from saying anything.Â
âI can sleep with Max and El, if you want. Orââ
That crease between Billyâs brows forms. âWhy would you do that?â
Youâve gone all warm. Youâd have to sleep in bed with him. And you sit next to him all the time, but this is different. Isnât it?
Maybe itâs not so weird. Youâre just friends. Itâs like a sleepover, right?
âI donât know, you might not want to sleep together or something.â
He cocks a brow, but you catch the double meaning of your words just in time. âYou know what I mean, Billy.â
He sits on the end of the bed, and reaches out for you. You move towards him slowly, but the moment youâre within his grasp, Billy spreads his legs and grabs your waist, slotting your body between them.Â
âYou can go if you really want to. If you think Iâve got cooties or somethinâ and you donât wanna share a bed with me.â
You snort, and Billy drinks in the sound, knowing heâs the one that made you laugh.Â
âI donât think youâve got cooties.â
You realize in that moment that his hands havenât left their spot on your waist, never straying anywhere else. The weight of them on you is enough to keep you focused on him, and he seems to acknowledge that.Â
âThen what is it?â he asks, in that low drawl you fear could get out any answer he wanted from you.Â
You hesitate, but say it anyway. âYou donât think itâll be weird? Sleeping in the same bed?â
Billy fights the urge to rest his forehead against your stomach. He wants to tell you heâs wished you were in his bed on more than one occasion. Sometimes he just wishes you were there so it wouldnât feel so cold, so heâd have someone to pull him out of his thoughts before they eat him alive altogether.Â
âNo, I donât think itâll be weird.â
You nod your head, and try to move back from him.Â
Billy whines. âUh uh. Nope.â
You go to put your hands on your hips, and they graze Billyâs on the way. He grabs hold of them. âYou donât want to have a sleepover with me?â
Billyâs looking up at you with those watery blue eyes, and you know this is a battle youâll never win.Â
âReally?â
He lets out a breath of a laugh, and your eyes fall to his neck when he tosses his head back.Â
âYeah, baby.â
Baby.Â
It feels like every cell in your body has been sent into overdrive, like you canât compute a single coherent thought. All because Billy called you âbabyâ.Â
And if heâs being honest with himself, he feels the same way. He hadnât meant to say it. Itâs just that he calls you âbabyâ in his head all the time, and it justâŠhappened.
âIâd love to have a sleepover with you, Hargrove.â
âMhm. Thought so.âÂ
This time he lets the laugh out, and itâs a beautiful sound. The kind of sound youâd commit unspeakable acts to hear again. And this time, he does let his forehead drop to rest on your stomach. It surprises you, but youâre not mad about it.
âOh, fuck off,â you say, and you can feel his chuckle against your skin.
When he quits, you find yourself just standing there, find your hands moving around his back. Heâs always so warm. You rub your hands up and down his back, the denim of his jacket rough on your fingertips.Â
You feel him shift, feel his change in position, the hard press of his chin against you. Billy is looking up at you, and you know heâs hoping youâll return his gaze. His eyes bore into yours, and you hate to think of what you must look like from this angle. Clearly he doesnât mind.Â
You push a curl behind his ear, a shockingly perfect ringlet thatâs too short to be contained like the rest of them.Â
Billy would be taken aback by the gesture if it werenât for the fact that you always go this easy on him. Like you know heâs healing, in more ways than one.Â
âWe canât stay here forever, you know. I wanna go look around.âÂ
âYeah,â he laughs. âIâm sure itâs riveting.â He lets you go anyway, following you down the hall to the rest of the cabin.
ââââ
Your back rests on the base of an oversized chair, one thatâs surprisingly comfy, your body in between Robinâs legs. Sheâs sitting next to Steve, watching you moderate El, Lucas, and Will play Twister. Dustinâs already out.Â
âRight hand blue.â
âYouâre kidding right?â
âSinclair, have you never played this game before?â
Lucas scoffs, trying to reach the blue on the other side of the mat without toppling into Will. Max went with Billy to the store, but they should be back soon. You have a sick feeling theyâre taking advantage of having been given Steveâs debit card.Â
âYes, Iâve played the game before. If youâre so good, why donât you get down here and show us how itâs done, Harrington?â
âYeah, Harrington, why donât you show us how flexible you are?â Billyâs voice makes you look up from where youâve been mindlessly twisting the spinner on the board around with the tip of your finger.Â
He stands just inside the living room, holding the door open with his leg. He kicks it shut once Max has made it in. She heaves the paper bags sheâd been holding up and onto the counter. Steve rises to help unpack them. You follow on instinct, handing the spinner to Robin instead, and Dustin is quick to take Steveâs spot before Mike can.Â
Billy wonât let you take anything from him, but he will let you help figure out what the hell to do with all of it. âDo I even want to know how much you both spent?â you ask.Â
He gives you that fucking smile, and you know you donât. âMax said she wanted to have a spa nightâwhatever that meansâwith El, so we sort of split up. Iâm sure Steveâll live.âÂ
âFor your information, Lucas,â Steve continues, clearly not ready to let the quips towards his limberness go, âI was the captain of the swim team.â
âWhatâs that got to do with being flexible, dingus?â Robin directs the two remaining players, the young boy in question having just busted his ass.Â
âSwimming is an art form, Rob. You gotta learn to respect it.â
You choke on a laugh, and Billy is quick to rub your back while he chuckles into your shoulder.Â
âSomething funny over there?â Steve questions.Â
You straighten, trying to wipe the smile from your face though itâs to no avail. âNope, Steven. Iâm sure youâre just incredibly stretchy. Like Mr. Fantastic.â
His brow furrows. âMr. Fantastic?â
Dustin snorts, elbow deep in a bag of chips, and you quickly realize that you probably shouldnât have given him an opening, but you donât exactly regret it either.Â
The lot of you spend the rest of the night in this fashion, playing games, eating way too much food, taking turns smacking the top of the television so your movie will keep playing.Â
It feels like home. It feels safe. You wish it always felt this way.Â
ââââ
Youâd just finished brushing your teeth when you hear the bedroom door click shut, hear footsteps you can tell are in search of you.Â
You peek your head out of the bathroom and Billy grins at the sight of you in pajamas, a smear of moisturizer on your forehead youâve yet to rub in.Â
He squeezes in the small room, about the same size as his at home, to join you. Thereâs something about this moment, the domesticity of it, that makes your heart swell. It feels like something you could get used to, getting ready for bed with him. Neither of you have to say anything, you just do your own thing, but having him be there, having his presenceâitâs more than enough for you.Â
When you climb into bed, you try and read for a while, the sounds of Billy washing his face comforting you. You find it easy to read even when he does get in with you, the mattress sinking underneath his weight, the sheets rustling as he moves around experimentally, trying to get comfortable in a bed that isnât his own.Â
You feel odd though, reading when heâs right there, so it isnât long before you close the book and slide further into the covers with him. Billyâs quick to turn on his side, wanting to see you like this.Â
He watches you yank the blankets up to your chin, looking at him over a blur of fluffy white comforter. âItâs fuckinâ freezinâ in here,â you tell him.
âCâmere then.â
You burrow further into your pillow, fearing you know exactly what heâs going to suggest. âHuh?â
âYouâre cold. You always whine about me being warm or somethinâ and Iâm telling you to come here.â
âBilly.â
âStop.â He lifts the covers up some, untucking you from them, and he wraps his arm around your back, tugging you into his side.Â
Suddenly youâre pressed against him, having slid across the sheets easier than youâd have imagined.Â
Heâs let go of you, his arm hovering over your back. âYou want me to hold you or no?âÂ
âYeah.âÂ
Billy lets his arm drop against your side, his fingers splaying out over your back. He rubs his hand up and down your spine, hoping itâll warm you up. âThis okay?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
He nods. Youâre looking at him like heâs something special.
Billy realizes, in that moment, that thatâs how youâve always looked at him. Even before.Â
He also realizes that your hands are tucked under your chin and your legs are curled up and into you like youâre afraid of making any contact with him.Â
âYou can loosen up, you know. Itâs just me.âÂ
You let out a breath of a laugh, and he can feel it against the skin of his neck.Â
âItâs okay, I promise. You can touch me.â Billy has this feeling that youâre afraid of hurting him. Heâs sure youâve noticed that heâs wearing a shirt to bed, something he never did before. And he thinks that youâre worried heâll break.Â
âYouâre sure?â
âWouldnât have said so otherwise.â
He watches you unfold your hands and stretch your arm over him, hooking it around his hip. You want to rub up and down his side, but youâre nervous.Â
Itâs just me.Â
âDo they hurt at all?â
Your thumb skates up a little further, and you donât have to tell him what you mean.Â
âNot all the time,â he says, voice low and thick with drowsiness. âAt first, yeah, like hell. Now itâs just sometimes. They can feel a little tight, or just bug me. Depends, I guess.â
You nod, feeling brave enough now to slide your hand up a little further. Your touch is light, barely there. You close your eyes, trying not to think about when it happened. How heâd screamed.Â
He can tell when youâve calmed down some, because your arm relaxes and you hug him a little more firmly. You scoot in a little closer, close enough that your noses would touch if you tried to make them.Â
âGoodnight, Billy.â
He makes the move, dragging the tip of his nose across your forehead. He kisses the top of your head, and you grin so wide you feel like a kid in a candy shop.Â
âGoodnight, baby.â
ââââ
When you wake up, you almost donât want to disturb him, but you know you should get out of bed.
Billy is sprawled out on his stomach, having separated from you at some point during the night. His tank top is rucked up from the tossing and turning of sleep, and you look away when you catch a glimpse of pink skin. It doesnât feel like your place to look.Â
You wander out of the room, carefully shutting the door behind you. You make it down the hall, and find that Robin seems to be the only other one awake. You shouldâve guessed. She told you once before that her body doesnât seem to let her sleep in.Â
Steve is still passed out on the pull-out couch, completely covered by the blankets. The only sign of him is a tuft of messy hair against the light colored pillow case his head rests on.Â
Robin waves at you from her perch at the kitchen counter, a bowl of cereal in front of her. âWant some?â she whispers, pushing the box in your direction.Â
You fill up your own bowl, having a feeling that Robin is about to ramble.Â
âSleep okay?â she asks.Â
âMhm. You?â
âFine. Though, yâknow, Steve is a horrific bed hog. Seriously, he was half on top of me the whole night. I might have to bunk with Max and El.âÂ
You laugh, and Robin takes that as her queue to ask what sheâs been pondering since she woke up.Â
âWas it okay? Sleeping with Billy? Well, not like that. Well, Iâm assuming not like that, not that thereâs anything wrong with that, but I just meant like actually sleeping? Please stop me.â
You grin at her. âPlease breathe, Rob.â She does, over exaggerating her inhales. âAnd it was fine.â
âOkay, good. I was kind of worried youâd be frustrated with my matchmaking tendencies. I just really want you two to be happy. And he seems so calm when heâs with you, and I realize Iâve just told you that Iâve been pushing you two together and Iââ
You wipe milk from your chin, having almost spit out your cereal. âRobin, sweetheart, itâs okay, I promise. I know about your matchmaking tendencies. But I think weâre just friends, right?â
âJust friends, my ass.â You hadnât even seen Steve get up, but heâs reaching for the fridge and pulling out a carton of chocolate milk. He really canât say anything about Dustinâs eating habits when he has the exact same diet.Â
âOh my god.â
âListen, Iâm just saying, thereâs been something going on between you two since before the world went to shit. I donât know why you two tiptoe around each other like itâs not obvious that youâre in love.â
âSteve!â you exclaim. âSeriously, what the hell? Iâve been up for like twenty minutes and you two are schooling me on my love life?â
âOr lack thereof,â Robin says.Â
âOkay, damn. You know what, Iâm going back to bed.âÂ
Steve pushes your bowl back towards you when you attempt to get up. âNo, youâre not. Iâm just saying, thereâs no sense in avoiding this. You both clearly feel a lot for each other, and I donât see any reason to avoid it when you could be together.âÂ
Heâs being vulnerable with you, his big brown eyes boring into yours and trying to convey how serious heâs being.Â
âJust think about it, okay? Thereâs no harm in talking about how you feel with him. And donât say that you donât feel anything, because thatâs a goddamn lie.â
ââââ
Billyâs had his swim trunks on all day, but he hasnât done more than sit in the shade by the pool while everyone else makes a mess and plays ridiculous games in the water.Â
Itâs killing him to watch you in there from time to time, swimming around or sitting in the shallow end. You told him once that swimming calms you down.Â
Itâs not until after dinner, when everyone has moved inside for the most part, though there seems to be the plotting of a water balloon fight out front, that heâs brave enough to head for the pool.Â
You follow him out there, see him contemplating the water.Â
âWhatcha doinâ?âÂ
Billy drops the cigarette heâd been smoking, snubbing it out. âThought about going for a swim,â he tells you.Â
âThat sounds nice.â
âMhm.â
âI can go back inside, if you want.â
Billy turns to face you. âNo. No, I want you to stay.â He wants you to see. He canât explain why, but he does.Â
âOkay.âÂ
He takes a shaky breath, hoping you donât catch it. You do. You always do.Â
âI justâŠwasnât ready for everyone to see.â
âI understand, Billy.âÂ
You know what heâs really saying. He wasnât ready for everyone to see. But heâs ready for you to see.Â
âI can get in first, if that helps. And I wonât look if you donât want me to,â you say.Â
âThat helps, yeah. And you can look. Itâs okay.â
He watches you wade in, watches the way your swimsuit changes color as you tread water.Â
Billy takes another deep breath, and heâs pulling his shirt off. Heâs quick though, diving straight into the deep end, knowing he needs to get it over with.Â
When he comes up, his hair is sticking to his forehead, and he flips it out of the way, giving you a glimpse of the broad pink scar on his chest.Â
He meets you halfway, and you think heâs in a serious mood until heâs splashing you like a child.Â
âYou motherfucker!âÂ
You get him back, and heâs laughing.Â
Billy is laughing and he looks so pretty in the last of the dayâs sunlight, beads of water sliding over his collarbones and down his arms, and you feel like you could die. Like seeing him this way is enough. You donât need anything else.
You try to return a particularly aggressive splash, but he catches your waist, pulling you up and over his shoulder.Â
âBilly!â
âWhat?â His voice is teasing. He tosses the rest of the way over, your laughter fading out into the water.Â
You come up, a brilliant smile on his face. Billyâs sure if you stood close enough youâd be able to hear his heart beating.Â
When youâve both gone quiet, your eyes drop to the scars on his sides, the way they stretch across his skin, mean and twisting. Some spots are darker than others, and while it hurts you to look at them, you know it must hurt him even more. But he looks just as beautiful as before, if not increasingly so.Â
âSee something you like?â Billy says it on instinct. To hide the fact that heâs worried you donât really like it. That maybe you think heâs gross looking. But he knows thatâs all in his head. He fucking knows it.Â
âYouâre fucking gorgeous, Billy Hargrove.â
You say it with such surety, such admiration, that he canât even begin to doubt that you mean it.Â
He smiles at you. Itâs boyish. Youâd do anything to see a million more of them.Â
He moves towards you, the sky having darkened enough that the outside lights have come on, the lights in the pool too. All that remains of the sun is a slash of deep orange, though the night quickly pushes it away.
Billyâs got you backed up against the wall of the pool now. His hands find your sides.
Itâs overwhelming, having him this close. You can feel his breath on your face, see the rise and fall of his chest, the freckles on his cheeks.Â
When he kisses you, you think your heart stops. His mouth is warm against yours, and he tastes a little like chlorine, but you donât care. Your hands find his face, and youâre smiling so hard that he pulls away because he wants to see. You donât let him for long though, pulling him back, wanting more. He laughs into your mouth, and your chest aches with this feeling.
Eventually you do let go, and when you hold his eye contact, he knows what youâre going to say. He needs to tell you first, though.
âIâm in love with you, you know.â
âI know,â you respond.
He tosses his head back in a laugh, and you press a sweet kiss to his throat.Â
âIâm in love with you too, Billy.â
âDamn right you are.â
You snort against his chest, lowering slightly to kiss his scar. His breath catches. He doesnât know what he did to deserve you.Â
âAbout fucking time!â Steveâs shouting and Robin is yelling, and Max would be making barf sounds if she wasnât so pleased with seeing her brother so happy.Â
âSo much for that,â Billy says.
But you wouldnât have it any other way.Â
ââââ
âIâm regretting this, Billy.â
âStop whining.â
Billy wraps his arms tighter around your back, pressing a kiss to your jaw in hopes that youâll let him keep doing this.Â
âGet off.â
âNo.â
âGet off, please.â
âMake me.âÂ
Thereâs the sound of a slap, your hand having met his ass.
He raises his head from where heâd buried it in your chest, looking at you drowsily. âYou just spanked me.â
And youâd do it again.Â
âDidnât work, did it?â
âNo. Shut up and take it.â
By that he means continue letting him lay on top of you, his entire body pressed to yours. It doesnât matter to him that thereâs an entire bed, one thatâs made for two people.
You settle for playing with his hair, something he seems to enjoy, and youâd mess with him about the fact that heâs essentially purring if it werenât for him looking so content.Â
He might be heavy, but having Billy Hargrove sleep on top of you isnât exactly something you just give up.Â
Heâs never had this before.
Hell, youâve never had this before.Â
And he thinks itâs healing him. More than the salve he puts on his scars, or the physical therapy, or fixing up the Camaro.Â
Youâre healing him. You.Â
ââââ
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TO FEEL WHOLE AGAIN â BOOTHILL
synopsis: getting pregnant and left by yourself wasnât in your plans in life at all, but you end up meeting a man who becomes more than just a friend whoâs willing to help.
â„- pairings : boothill x fem!reader
â„- note : so sorry for any inactivity !! life has just been a wreck, but iâm here with a little idea I came up with the other night. i hope you all enjoy <3 reblogs are appreciated !!
content warnings : sfw, fem!reader, ageless + blank blogs dni, pregnancy, abandonment, heavy angst, breakups, mentions of abortion (reader does not have one), mentions of alcohol, human!boothill, angst with happy ending, use of pet names (darling + lovely), fluff, very fluffy things.
You can recall the day you met Boothill like it was the back of your hand.Â
It was the day your life had begun a completely new journey, but also, the same day that your life had completely fallen apart within just twenty four hours. Every memory was ingrained in your brain like it was never meant to go away. How could things end up going right, but so wrong at the same time?
About seven months prior, you found yourself sitting inside of a bar with tears still staining your cheeks from the incident that had occurred just hours beforehand. Your heart had gleamed, but shattered just minutes after. You questioned why something like this had happened to you. You never wronged anybody. Sure, you werenât the most perfect person to exist, but as humans, itâs in their nature to make mistakes. Yet, god had different plans for you and they werenât exactly the most pleasing ones.
Just two days before that day, you had found out you were pregnant.Â
It came by total surprise. You and your boyfriend werenât exactly trying for kids, but you both had been together for four years at that point. You noticed something was off about you when your period suddenly missed its usual day, and you were experiencing some very odd symptoms that were unusual. After some convincing from your friends, you decided to go out and purchase a pregnancy test which came back positive. You didnât know what to feel. You were excited, nervous, emotional, but most of all, anxious. You didnât know how to break the news to your boyfriend and you werenât sure whether or not you wanted to keep it.Â
For a few days, you didnât say anything to him. You werenât the best with words and you didnât want to dump something so sudden onto him either, but he eventually figured it out when he found you one morning throwing up your breakfast into the toilet.Â
He wasnât angry or upset, but you knew something wasnât right with him after he found out. He started to become somewhat distant and he avoided any conversation about the baby growing inside you. Then, that same day you ended up at the bar, you had woken up to him gone. All of his items and personal belongings had been cleaned out, and when you tried to get a hold of him, he just completely ghosted you. You didnât understand. Was it you? Was it the baby? Why did he just up and leave you like that with zero hesitation? It was like your heart had been shattered into pieces and you didnât know what to do. He left you alone and pregnant with his child.Â
Completely brokenhearted and confused, thatâs how you ended up in the bar. No, you werenât drinking any alcohol, but there was a part of you that wanted to head to the clinic and terminate the pregnancy all together. You couldnât raise a baby on your own. You had seen many stories of mothers defying the odds and managing, but would you be able to? You loved your now ex boyfriend more than life itself. You didnât think you could fall in love again, and what man would want a single mother as a girlfriend? Most of them would scurry away the second itâs brought up. It wasnât their job to shame you for whatever choices you made.Â
The bar's atmosphere was buzzing with people chatting amongst themselves. Despite being around people, you still felt completely isolated inside of it. You kept thinking of the choices in your brain over and over again. It was consuming you, and you didnât think you were in the right state of mind to make that decision right now.
You were brought out of your thoughts when the bartender placed a glass in front of you. It was filled with some kind of alcohol that looked like it could be a margarita or a martini. Your brows furrowed at the sight of the beverage. You didnât order it. âU-Um.. sir, I didnât order this.â you pushed the glass towards the man behind the bar who was cleaning some cups used earlier.Â
âI know, but that man over there did.â he pointed towards the other end of the bar.
You turned your attention to where he was motioning his hand. Your eyes widened a little at the sight of the man who sat a few seats away from you. He had a cowboy hat on top of his head, and very long hair that stretched past his chair. He was wearing a white button up shirt that exposed his chest just a little. He noticed you were staring at him and winked at you, then waved a little. It didnât seem creepy or strange, but you didnât know how to react. Despite feeling the way you did, you couldnât help but think how handsome he was. He had a cunning smile and seemed like one of those cowboys you would have heard of in stories you heard when you were younger, but you knew you couldnât accept his drink.Â
Soon enough, you turned away and just pushed your drink from your reach. You didnât want to do anything stupid. If it came off as rude, then so be it. You werenât about to fight with another man this evening.Â
You decided to check your phone. There was a small bit of hope that was in your heart. You hoped that maybe your ex reached out to you to fix things or maybe had something to say, but unfortunately, there was nothing. You had a few random notifications from friends, but otherwise, it was silence on the other end. God, you felt like an idiot. He was gone for good. Men who do that shit typically fall off the face of the earth and never come back again.Â
âHey, sweetheart, mind if I take this spot next to ya?âÂ
You practically jumped out of your skin at the sudden voice that spoke beside you. Your head snapped towards the sound, and you were a bit surprised to see that man who was sitting across the bar now standing next to you. His cologne filled your nose. It smelled of deep wood with a mix of pine.Â
Your words got caught in your throat. Was he doing this to make you uncomfortable? Part of you wanted to ignore him, but he wasnât necessarily doing anything wrong. âN-No! Go ahead.. itâs empty anyway..â you replied, trying to avoid his eyes that were boring holes into your face.
The man plopped beside you, taking a swig of his glass that seemed to be filled with some kind of whisky. He was quiet, at first. You werenât sure if striking up a conversation was in your cards tonight. You were honestly too lost in your thoughts, and somewhat a little nauseated. âSo, uh, do ya come around here often? Youâre quite the peach if I say so myself.â he placed his cheek against his fist which was resting against the table beside him.
âI donât..â you replied, dryly.Â
He seemed a little discouraged by your sudden lack of enthusiasm. It wasnât your intention, but really, you werenât interested. âI see.. my nameâs Boothill.â he said. âYours?â
Your eyes flickered towards him then back at the soda can that your hand was wrapped around. This was starting to feel awkward or almost like a forced conversation. You didnât want to hurt his feelings, but you wanted him to take the hint. â(Y/N)..â you looked at your cell phone to try and avoid him. âLook.. I-I appreciate the drink, but Iâm not really interested in a relationship. I just donât.. I..â
Before you were even able to finish your sentence, tears began to trickle down your cheeks. You didnât even know you were holding them in until they began to slip from your eyes.Â
Boothill was taken back by your sudden tears. He immediately felt guilt wash over him. He didnât mean to come off as a weirdo or forceful towards you. Thatâs the last thing he would ever do. âHey.. Iâm sorry, shit, I didnât mean to make you uncomfortable. I-I can totally take the drink back and get out of your hair.â he stood up out of his chair to leave the bar.Â
You started to wipe your cheeks of any liquid that was on them. âN-No, itâs alright, itâs not you..â you shook your head. âIâve just had a rough couple of hours.. believe me, itâs not you at all.âÂ
The man was unsure of what to reply with. Regardless, he felt very bad for you. Not many people come into bars to weep. Most of the time, they come to do the opposite and use the drinks to numb any negative feelings they have. He didnât want to pry by any means. âI see.. Iâm still sorry, darlinâ I had no idea..â he paused for a moment thinking of what to say next. âIf you wanna talk, Iâm willing to listen, canât guarantee Iâm any good at advice, but I can be an open ear.â
You werenât sure if venting your feelings to a complete stranger would make any difference in how you felt. It's not like he would care much anyway. He would probably look at you with that same look every other person had given you when you told them what your ex did.Â
However, you were completely wrong.
That day you told Boothill everything that had happened to you. He was completely blown away when you confessed that you were pregnant. He kept apologizing for the drink and was somewhat worried that you felt disrespected, but you didnât take any offense. Itâs not like he knew, nor were you even showing at that point.Â
Although he didnât know you, he had a lot of sympathy for you. He told you that your boyfriend wasnât a man, but a young boy who couldnât take responsibility for his actions and he didnât deserve you by any means. Boothill felt as if abandoning a woman and her child was the sickest thing you could ever do in this life, and you couldnât help but agree. Especially after spending many years together.Â
It felt kind of nice to have someone listen. Even if he was some random person you didnât know, there was at least somebody out there who was willing to give you the time of day.Â
You felt a little dull when you realized you would probably never see Boothill again, but you thanked him many times for his patience. He was even sweet enough to walk you back to your apartment which wasnât very far from the bar at all. Typically, you werenât so trusting when it came to men in general, but Boothillâs energy felt secure for some reason. You didnât feel fear or unease around him. Your body would always give you signs someone wasnât good, but you were calm and didnât have a single issue.Â
For a little while, you wondered if keeping the child was the right option, but after a lot of conversations with your friends and family, and oddly enough, Boothill, you decided to go forward with the pregnancy.Â
You thought you would have to do it alone, but that changed almost instantly when you started receiving random items at your doorstep one morning.Â
You had a stable job, but you knew babies werenât a walk in the park financially. Your parents offered to help pay for whatever was necessary, but you felt bad for making them do such a thing. It all started to shift when you discovered a package outside your apartment door. You had a box of different supplies. Baby shampoo, baby bottles, wipes, lotions. It was basic necessities for an infant and you were a bit confused how they showed up there. You questioned your parents but they denied ordering anything of the sorts, so you wondered who gifted it to you.Â
Your friends were also clueless. They had gifts in mind but they werenât planning on purchasing anything that early on in your pregnancy. You hadnât even planned on a baby shower or anything of the sorts.Â
It didnât take long for more things to arrive. One morning, you saw that you had been given some baby toys. They were small and quite cute, but you still had yet to discover who was the one leaving them at your doorstep. You wondered if it was potentially your ex trying to somehow compensate you for deserting you, but would he really? He left you alone with the baby. It was clear enough that he wasnât interested in helping to raise it, so why put in the effort to accommodate you? He could care less about you.Â
It all changed when you were leaving your apartment one afternoon. You had an appointment at the doctorâs office to check on how the baby was doing, and standing right beside your front door was not your ex, but Boothill.
At first, you didnât notice him holding a box of items in his hand, but the realization soon took over that he was the one buying the gifts. You were taken by complete surprise. The two of you had hardly interacted much during that time period, so it did confuse you why he was helping you. He wasnât obligated to just because you informed him of what your ex did. It wasnât like you were begging him for money or assistance either. Boothill was just as surprised to see you there too. He usually would stop by when he knew you wouldnât be around, but he knew sooner or later the truth would come out.
With a flushed face, Boothill began to explain himself.Â
He told you that he just couldnât let you go on that journey alone. He knew it wasnât his responsibility to be buying you things or even being involved in your life like that, but at the same time, he couldnât sleep at night knowing that you were all alone and there wasnât anybody else to be there for you. He did apologize if it made you uncomfortable and he wouldnât come around again if that was the case.Â
However, you told him the opposite. You were very thankful for what he had been doing for you. Not many men would step up and just go out of their way to buy things for a baby that wasnât theirs. You told him you were very appreciative of what he had done, and he could come around as often as he liked. It was kind of lonely being by yourself all of the time. Your friends werenât always the most available, and you lived on your own. It felt nice to know that somebody wanted to spend time with you. He was relieved that you werenât weirded out or upset with his actions. He wanted to do the right thing.Â
Much to his surprise, you invited him to come to your ultrasound that day, and he was thrilled.
Your interactions grew over the course of a few months. You started seeing him everyday and he came around whenever you needed something. Boothill didnât mind spending his days with you. It was a joy to watch your belly grow and to see your baby begin to become larger than it was before. His favorite moments were when heâd feel a small kick or movement. He loved kids. It was a guilty pleasure of his, and he honestly couldnât wait to meet your baby girl. He made so many bets that it was going to be a girl and you thought he would somehow be wrong, but he was right the entire time.Â
Along with the baby's growth, there were also feelings between you and Boothill too. He was the first man in your life since your ex and he treated you so much better. He did everything for you, and the baby wasnât even his. He would spend time helping you tidy up your house, holding your hair away from your face when you had morning sickness, making you tea, giving you massages whenever your body felt sore. Boothill did everything. He even offered at one point to do the entire nursery for you when your due date came closer, but you assured him that it wasnât his duty to do so.Â
But, he planned on doing it anyway.
All of your friends told you to go for it. They said that Boothill was what you needed and they could tell he was into you too, but you were still unsure. If anything, he could be doing all of this just to somehow hurt you in the end or claim you âowedâ him a relationship for doing everything for the baby. You knew that probably wasnât the case, but you were still on the fence.
But, was he?
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That afternoon, you had woken up from a nap to a knocking coming from your front door. You werenât expecting any guests, but you had already assumed it was Boothill who was there to do his usual drop by to check in on you.Â
You unlocked the front door, pulling it open so he could enter. He was dressed in his usual outfit. A white button shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and those cowboy boots that you had made fun of a few times. Boothill was used to just entering your place at that point. âAfternoon, darlinââ he said, shutting the door behind him.Â
Your hair was a bit messy from your nap and you werenât really dressed up. You wore an oversized t-shirt with a pair of shorts that sat just below your belly. It was a lot more comfortable than the regular pajamas you were used to wearing months ago, but alas, the growth of your body had made those a lot less comfortable these days. Boothill still thought you were gorgeous despite the messy look. âHi..â you yawned. âSorry, Iâm fresh from a nap. I didnât hear my alarm..â
âNot a problem, I was just stopping by to drop something off for you.â he replied, handing you a box that had your name on top of it.
Your eyes flickered from the box to the man who was staring down at you. You were used to him giving you random things for the baby here and there, so you were expecting something that was a necessity. âIâm curious, let me see.â you then began opening at the box to see what was inside of it.
After a few seconds, you pulled out a small blanket, but it wasnât one that was from the store. It was actually homemade, and right in the center was the baby name you had picked out stitched into the fabric with baby pink lace. It was probably the most adorable thing you had ever received from him. It was so soft and you could already picture yourself swaddling your little girl in the blanket itself. The fact that it was homemade as well made it even more special than it already was.Â
You werenât sure if it was the pregnancy emotions or not, but you could feel warm tears burning your eyes. It was truthfully making you feel so happy for this pregnancy, but most of all for Boothill. You couldnât be more blessed with a man like him. âI-I.. I love it..â you sniffled, trying to hide your tears. âItâs so cute..â
Boothill was concerned with your sudden emotions. He didnât mean to make you cry. If anything, he wanted to do something special for you since you were a special person in his life. âAhh.. shit, Iâm sorry, lovely, is it too much?â he asked, nodding his head.Â
You shook your head, laughing in the process to try and halt the tears slipping through your eyes. It was the furthest thing from too much. You adored it. You didnât care if the stitching was a little crooked or if the pink was somewhat bright, it was cute. It had to be one of the best gifts you had ever gotten. âN-No! I love it! Itâs something I wouldnât have imagined youâd give me! Did you do it all on your own?â you looked up at him with an eyebrow raised.
He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. âHaha.. yeah, thatâs why it might seem a little messy. I got the idea though and figured why not? You need something to swaddle that little monster with!â he smiled, which made you smile as well.
Boothill was taken back when he suddenly felt your arms wrap around him. This was the first time you had ever initiated any sort of physical contact with him, and he wasnât sure how to react to it. Your body felt warm and your belly was against his own abdomen. He could smell the scent of your shampoo lingering in your hair, and it almost intoxicated him from how delicious it smelled. He hesitated for a brief moment, then settled his own arms around your waist. It just felt.. so right to be hugging you. He had yearned for quite a while to feel your touch, and now that he had it, he wasnât going to let the opportunity slip through his fingers.
Your cheeks felt hot at the realization that you two were so close. There was so much going through your mind at the moment, and all you craved was him. His presence, his touch, his warmth, anything. It was all you wanted. âBoothill.. I want you there when sheâs born..â you spoke, softly. âI want you by my side.. you deserve that more than anybody else.â
His eyes grew wide at your words. Sure, he knew he was going to visit when your baby was finally born, but in the room? During the birth? Oh, he could faint right about now. âOf course Iâll be there, sugar. You know I wouldnât miss it.â he replied, smiling at the thought of your birth.Â
Boothill then crouched down to meet your belly. He hadnât ever done that before while being with you. You felt his hands touch your stomach, seemingly searching for your little girl who was somewhere in there. It felt so natural for him to be doing this. You didnât feel off or weirded out. You loved the way his fingers explored your skin, touching and grazing at the stretch marks that had formed within time, but what you loved the most, was him.
âCanât wait to meet your little one.. sheâll be a peach, I know it.â he looked up at you with a grin.Â
âOur.. little one.â
Boothill paused when the words slipped from your lips. He thought he had misheard you for a second. âW-What..?â his brows furrowed. âWhat do you mean?â
You felt a little bashful having to repeat yourself. You werenât sure what his reaction might be to you saying such a thing, but you couldnât keep quiet anymore about your feelings. You wanted him involved in your daughterâs life so badly. It would kill you inside if that wasnât the case. âO-Our.. baby, Boothill.â you said, avoiding his gaze that was fixed on you.
He stood up, still staring at your face with a serious expression. It was like his heart had completely blown up inside of his chest. It was like he was falling in love with you all over again at that very moment. He couldnât feel more honored that you thought of him that way. âYouâre serious..?â he questioned, looking into your eyes.Â
âY-Yes.. god, yes, Boothill. I donât care if sheâs not technically yours.. in the end, I want you in her life, and mine too. I canât imagine a life without you..â you whispered, intertwining your fingers with his.
He couldnât hide his wide smile at your confession. All of the love he had swallowed down was now completely overflowing, and he didnât mind whatsoever. You were so beautiful. He adored you so much, and he was more than happy to call you his girlfriend. He was also thrilled to have a daughter. He could care less if people would judge him for raising a child that wasnât his. He was more of a father to her than any other man would be.Â
He suddenly pulled you close to him, pressing a kiss onto your lips. It was so passionate and loving. He couldnât stop himself. It was like he was finally able to have what he wanted, and it felt amazing. âI love you so much, darling, you donât even know how deep my love runs for you..â he pressed his forehead against your own. âIâd die for you and our little angel..â
A grin appeared on your face. This was all you ever wanted to hear. You didnât think you would ever have the opportunity to hear him say such things, but you couldnât be happier it was coming true. âI love you more, Boothill.â you then placed his hand on your belly. âAnd I know she does too..â
The both of you couldnât be more excited at that moment. It was all perfect. You had everything you ever wanted. Neither of you imagined that this life would be in front of you now, but you wouldnât trade it for anything else.
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father mayhew x fem! detective reader the long awaited part-2
picking up right where we left off with part 1 you know the drill
2.2k words
iâm a sucker for some plot with p0rn, oral!fem receiving, riding, creampie, no protection donât be dumb wrap it up, not proofread and i fear it will be obvious, lowkey yandere /theyâre both down bad
the rational part of your mind told you to hightail it out of the church after youâd both fallen back on his bed sweaty and blissful. your body wasnât cooperating, the haze of desire had clouded the stark reality of your legs being sore and the space between them aching, still leaking onto his sheets. charlie was clearly going through some kind of turmoil himself as he covered his face with his hands, shoulder pressed against yours as you caught your breath. you cleared your throat, thinking maybe it would be better to walk very slowly out of his room and back home. as soon as you tried to sit up one of his hands found your waist, âno please donât go.â they were still warm and rough, the bandaid on his finger reminding you of how all this started. you had gotten too caught up, losing the reason you came here in the first place. maybe now was the time to get him to talk. you turned towards him and batted your wide eyes, charlie couldnât help but do the same, his hand traveling up and resting in the dip of your waist.
âi donât want to intrude.â you whispered it knowing that there was no point in it, you were the only ones there and from how loud you were earlier anyone who was nearby would know what you two were up to.
âyouâre not i just-â he closed his eyes, the vision of you in his bed, duvet barely covering you or the marks he left was a test to his faith all over again.
âgo on,â your voice although siren-like soothed his hesitation.
âitâs the catholic guilt.â he muttered, half confessing and half ashamed of it.
âi think god will understand, you can blame me if it helps.â you tried not to find the situation ironic, he was built like a sex god and touting the sin of premarital relations. if it helped him open up youâd be the degenerate for him.
âno i donât think i could, you look like an angel.â he said it without flinching, your lips twitched at the corner. the situation was laughable and later youâd definitely tell lois about it over some wine.
âwhat does that make you? the devil?â you brushed a piece of his hair back, unruly from all your tugging and nearly unrecognizable from how it usually looked, gelled back and pristine.
âin a way, yes.â you couldnât believe that a modern man was so archaic in his thinking.
âi disagree, thereâs nothing more human than succumbing to desire, no one is perfect, you canât expect yourself to be either.â he rolled the words around in his mind, it was a nice sentiment but he was a priest he was supposed to be devoted to god and the faith alone. not the way your eyelashes fluttered or how your ankles felt on his shoulders.
âdo we not all strive for perfection?â the pout on your lips was still there, it had been since he started this conversation and he wanted to kiss it away, he shouldnât.
âyouâll always end up disappointed.â he leaned up on his elbow, looking down at you, lifting up the duvet to cover you up more, not that it helped his current situation.
âso what do you do?â his voice sent a chill through your spine, deep and gruff, like heâd just woken up. you imagined his voice would be enough to just get you off. you blinked away the thoughts, formulating a response to the best of your ability while looking into his espresso eyes.
âwhatever i want, of course i have my own morality and i try to be âgoodâ but i know iâm not perfect.â religion had never led your morality, surely in some way it shaped it without your knowing, but you did what you thought was right.
âwhatever you want? what do you want?â he could think of a few things he wanted, perhaps even needed, but you were involved in all of them.
âgeez what a loaded question, hmm right now a shower and a snack would be nice, in general i want to help people.â he laughed at your response finding you even more endearing than before, you were so straightforward it was jarring. you watched the corner of his eyes crinkle. âwhat about you?â
âi want you.â he said it without a bat of his eyes like it was the most obvious answer in the world. you werenât so nonchalant, lips parted in a small gasp and he tried not to smile at your reaction, tried not to let it etch into his bones.
âyou have me.â you said it with all the conviction you could muster, it didnât really take much if you were being honest because in that moment it was true. your legs were covered in him and the ache between them could only be filled by him. heâd haunt you for days if not weeks. your hands found their way to cradle his jaw before you knew what you were doing, titling his head down towards you, kissing him slow and gentle, as if he was a ghost. charlie thought you tasted sweet and the way you kissed him made his heart ache faintly in his chest. he moved on top of you, kissing you with an urgency you didnât quite feel. you let him kiss you with desperation. his hands roamed down to your legs, parting them and bringing them to the side of his hips. you didnât know if you could handle another round even if you clenched on air when his slightly hard cock rested between your chests. charlie had other ideas anyways, kissing down your neck, somehow knowing exactly where to nip at to get you to arch into him, kissing gently over the bite marks and bruises heâd left on your chest until he was under the covers, kissing at your stomach. and when he pressed another soft kiss to your clit you swore your heartbeat had moved south.
you throbbed against him, bucking into him gently as a soft whine of his name left your lips. when he licked down your slit, cleaning up his slick mixed with yours you sucked in a breath of air. it was so messy and he didnât seem to care at all.
âthis pussy is fucking divine.â he murmured under the cover of the duvet, licking your thighs clean next, nose bumping against your opening in the process making you clench on it. he didnât mention that you smelled sweet too, he wished he could eat you for every meal of the day.
âs-such a dirty mouth.â despite your words your legs were parting more for him, he smirked against the soft skin of your thighs, holding your thigh open with a strong hand.
âmight as well use it then huh?â before you could even think of an intelligible response he was delving his tongue into you with one of his fingers, pulling out everything he could as you gave, and gave, and gave. his fingers were already long and thick you knew that but the thick wet muscle of his tongue hammering into you, curling and slurping in a craze made you gush into his mouth. you imagined he was tasting himself there mixed with your cum and you felt a tinge of jealousy. his finger managed to find the spot that had you squirting earlier, his tongue quickly following and you pushed your hand up against the headboard, running from the sensation. charlie wouldnât have any of that, tugging you by your legs right back where he needed you, in fact closer than before. his nose bumping against your clit as he fucked you on his tongue, as if you were a toy for his pleasure. the thought made you clench even harder on his tongue eliciting a groan from him, the vibrations against your core making you gasp. he was ruthless on your poor stretched cunt and just when you felt close he was pulling his finger and tongue out, playing with your puffy folds and blowing cool air on your throbbing clit.
âcharlie-â you gasped out, feeling your eyes starting to water at the desperation you felt to come.
âfather.â he corrected you, clearly it wasnât about respect, not like megan meant. you swallowed down the spit accumulating in your mouth and with it your hesitance.
âfather mayhew please do something.â your voice sounded foreign, so desperate and whiny you almost cringed at it.
âso cute,â he murmured against your clit, kissing it once before licking at it, the rough pad of his tongue igniting every nerve in your body. two of his fingers pressed at your now drooling hole and you sighed in relief. he sucked at your clit as his fingers stretched you open, you were soaking his hand thoroughly practically dropping down the length of it. charlie knew he would smell you for days and when he didnât heâd start missing it. your eyes wrung shut as you felt your orgasm approaching, the obscene sound of your gushing and his hand smacking against your wet skin filled the air as you started to see white behind your eyelids. you came so hard you were bucking up into him, shaking and squirming in his hold and he fucked you through it, cleaning up the mess you made of yourself and then his fingers. with one last kiss to your clit he lifted himself back up the length of you, kissing your lips and swirling your tongue with his, tasting the sin.
you felt like you were on a cloud, floating in pure bliss and charlie watched the way your eyelids fluttered shut when he pulled back. heâd let you sleep, in the meantime he needed to atone. you could feel him heavy and hot between your legs, clearly hard but not making any move to address it, the thought spurred on your need for more. you were surely addicted to him. his heady musk was starting to affect, you were being drugged by him and his body. you pushed at his shoulders he looked concerned as he broke off the kiss, you pushed a little more and he seemed to get the hint, falling onto his back and bringing you with him.
you straddled him, your clit bumping his hard cock, making you wince at the overstimulation. charlie pulled you along with him as he settled with his back against the headboard, his bare chest fully on display and you trailed a hand down his abs, resting on the small tuft of hair below his belly button. you didnât know if you could take him again, but surely at your own pace it wouldnât be too bad. at least thatâs what you thought. when you were lifting up on your knees and lining him up, you still felt the stretch from just his tip.
âfuck.â charlie was on the brink of coming just from the sight of you struggling to take him. you had been so insistent on this and then in one second all your bravado went out the door. god he could just eat you up.
âneed help baby?â you nodded your head weakly and he guided your hips down and you gripped at his shoulders. once you were down halfway you started to bounce up and down, trying to adjust to the pain. he felt so much deeper like this and you swore it didnât hurt this much before. fortunately you were still dripping down his length, which helped with the friction and you could feel his precum dripping inside you. you set your own pace, grinding and moving up and down slowly. he wasnât even fully in but the tight hug of your pussy was enough to make his eyes roll back, there was barely any room for him inside you and every twitch of his dick felt like a shock to your system. you got a bit braver, taking more of him as you leaned against him, his head was leaned back and you didnât like how far he was, tugging him by his hair towards your lips. and that seemed to be the limit of charlieâs patience, the sharp feeling like some kind of trigger. he was kissing you back fiercely, biting at your lip as he snapped his hips up, filling you up and making you gasp into his mouth. your hole spasmed around him and he kissed you with a bloody devotion, snapping his hips as your own hips bounced down on him, a new mind breaking rhythm that ensured your legs would go weak. you were dripping down both of your thighs now, the force of his thrusts making your ass clap against his lap and you swore you were getting air from the force of his thrusts. it made the way he filled you up even more devastating, abusing your cervix and carving you out with every beat.
when it all became too much for him, he wove a hand between you both, pressing against your clit and made you come on his cock, milking him dry as he came with a few more thrusts up into you. even after he emptied inside you earlier he was still filling you up and leaking down onto his sheets, clearly pent up.
your body fell limp against him, he ran a hand down your smooth back, soothing you while he grew soft inside you. you didnât think you could move and he didnât really mind if you never did. you looked so beautiful on his lap almost as if you were made to be there.
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i went to physical therapy for my stupid broken arm so as is my legal obligation i HAD to make ship content about it. everything is ship content that's how it is
cw injury, referenced abusive relationships
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Hob's had plenty of clients come to physical therapy who clearly don't want to be there. Plenty of others who are reasonably frustrated by the work and time involved in regaining functioning after an injury. But this is the first time he's just had someone be... quiet. Resigned.
Dream sits with his hand cradled to his chest, barely speaking, only answering when Hob asks a direct question. He's reluctant to give Hob his hand when Hob asks if he can look at it, like he thinks Hob's grip is a bear trap that will snap down and crush the bones like whatever had done so the first time. Hob still doesn't know what that was. All he knows is the bones have been realigned and healed over but the dexterity in his hand still isn't right. That was what Dream had said, in the first spark of passion Hob had heard from him. It's not right.
But he does eventually give his hand over. His bones are so fine and delicate, and each movement hesitant. Cautious. Hob tests the flexibility. The strength. Dream is right, it's not where it should be. He still doesn't know what happened.
"I won't make you tell me if you really don't want to," Hob says gently. "But it is important to know how it happened to make sure we rehab it the right way. Did you get it caught in something? I've seen guys come in with machine injuries like that."
Nothing about Dream suggests "person who works with heavy machinery." But who knows. Hob will try not to stereotype.
"No," Dream says quietly, looking down and away from his hand like he can't bear to see it. "I. I am an artist. My ex... he felt that I cared more about my art than about him. Perhaps I did. And he was... frustrated. I suppose."
Hob can put the rest of the pieces together in his mind. "Jesus," he breathes, and Dream flinches.
"I have an unfortunate ability to involve myself with such people," he says.
"No, it's not your fault," Hob says automatically.
Dream narrows his eyes. "You presume to know that?"
Hob raises his hands in surrender. "Never mind. I won't pry." He's not Dream's therapist. His job is to help him with his hand, not... whatever else is going on in his life.
He takes Dream's hand carefully between both of his own again. Presses down lightly on his knuckles. "So. Crushed. Like that?"
Dream nods. Hob still doesn't know all the details, but he's imagining a boot going down hard on the top of Dream's hand. The thought is sickening.
"Can you fix it?" Dream asks, like he doesn't dare to hope.
"Well, you already had it repaired surgically, yeah?" Hob says. This strikes him as a bit of good luck--hand fractures are not simple--but he doesn't want to undercut Dream's confidence even further by saying so. He's usually pretty good at reading his clients, and he's already sensing that Dream is holding onto his determination to be here at all by the barest thread. Best to build him up as much as possible. "So it's just a matter of strengthening the muscles again."
He's fairly confident he can get him back to a usual level of functioning with it. The question is whether he can return him to the specific level of dexterity he needs for his art. He doesn't say that. Not yet.
Finally, he gets the tiniest of smiles out of Dream. He's really lovely when he smiles.
(He's pretty when he doesn't smile, too. Hob would have to be blind not to notice it.)
"So," Hob says. "Let's look at the current range of motion, yeah?"
Dream tilts his head. "Did you not already do so?"
"For regular motion, yeah. But I want to see where it's impacting your drawing."
Dream draws his hand back, looking uncertain.
"Come on." Hob hands him a pen and paper. "Show me. I promise I know nothing about art. If it's not up to your usual standards, I'm not going to be able to tell."
Finally, Dream takes the pen, and starts sketching.
Hob watches, noting the way his hand trembles, his uneven grip on the pen. Notes how quickly he gets demoralized when it doesn't turn out the way he wants. Hob can make out what he's written and drawn, but it's clear from Dream's expression that it's far from how it's supposed to be.
"This is just a starting point," Hob reminds him. He has a feeling he's going to be doing a lot of those sorts of reminders with Dream; he does not seem to find optimism easy.
Then again, if someone who supposedly loved him had hurt him like that, Hob would probably find optimism a bit difficult, too.
Finally, Dream drops the pen, clearly frustrated. "I have tried to paint at home, too. It has not turned out any better. You should throw those away." He gestures to the sketches. "They are terrible."
"Nah, I'm gonna keep them," Hob says, and puts them in his folder. "For comparison later." It could also partially be because he finds Dream's drawings of cats, imperfect as they are, charming. Sue him.
"As you insist," Dream says.
Hob gives him documentation on some other exercises he can do at home. Tries to think through what might make him feel better with his art. It feels, somehow, so important to make him feel better.
"At home, go easy on trying to use a pen, or paintbrush or whatever, it's hard on your hand," he finally says. "But you probably want to get back to your art, so-- okay, don't make fun of me if this is stupid."
Dream just raises an eyebrow, waiting.
Maybe Hob should try to learn more about art before he gives advice. Nevertheless, he forges on. "Holding a pen is tough, but if you wanted to like, finger paint or something? That would probably be fine. Might be good for flexibility, even."
"Finger paint," Dream repeats, enunciating each word.
"I told you not to make fun of me if it was stupid."
Dream smiles, just a small thing, like he finds Hob ridiculous but in a charming way. Good enough, Hob figures.
"Very well," Dream says at last. "I will take your advice."
Dream simply walking out had felt like a distinct possibility, so Hob will take this as a win.
"Hey," he says later, catching Dream for a moment as he's checking him out. "It's going to get better, yeah? Trust me. Don't worry too hard, just give it time."
He really shouldn't make promises like that. But he can't seem to help it, with Dream.
Dream considers, then says. "I do trust you."
Hob finds that it means a lot. Now he's just going to have to earn it.
#i really am writing the most random indulgent shit this week XD#you know this was a missed opportunity to do 'forbidden romance between a physical therapist and a ballerina' like that ridiculous romance#novel that was going around XD#anyway don't take physical therapy advice from this#dreamling#dream of the endless#hob gadling#my writing#cw abuse#long post#perhaps i'll write more after my next appointment XD#physical therapy fic
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Gym Class Heroes
Pairing: Regina George x Reader
Warnings: head injury, blood, homophobia
Word Count: 1600, Part 1/?
Part Two
Anonymous asked: Hey hun, sup? can i make a lil' request? i'd like to ask for a Regina George x Reader (reader is afab but kinda androgynous) where a fight breaks out at gym class and Regina steps in breaking out the fight because she gets really protective of reader (even though they never spoke before that day but both have like this unspoken attraction to one another) and takes care of reader's injuries? might lead to kissing. it's fluff with a bit of angst mixed in pls? Thanks a lot!!!!
It was your least favorite part of the day: gym class.Â
You hated it. Hated it.
Not that you didnât like being active or didnât enjoy learning about exercise and the human body and nutrition, that was all fine.
You hated the locker room. You hated the jocks. You hated getting sweaty and smelly halfway through your school day. You hated the stench of the gym and the feel of the rubber floors. You hated fitness tests. And you didnât particularly enjoy Coach Carr.Â
But⊠It wasn't all bad.Â
There was always Regina.Â
At first, you were terrified to have gym with her. You were certain that she would find ways to make you feel self-conscious the entire semester, not necessarily intentionally, that was just her way. But, that didnât end up being the case.Â
You still never spoke to her, but every once in a while, you caught her glancing at you. In the locker room as you changed into your cutoff shirts, when you were running laps or doing sit ups, even when you were just taking notes, you could feel her eyes on you.Â
You would look, and she would look away, and youâd get all flustered by her cropped tank tops and high-waisted leggings, then youâd look away again, trying to hide your reddened cheeks.Â
You had to be delusional, though. There was no way that Regina George was actually crushing on you. You had to be making it up.Â
Thank goodness for small miracles. It was Friday and when you entered the gym, Coach Carr yelled out that it would just be a free gym day. No particular lesson or game to worry about, everyone could just pick an activity and do what they wanted as long as they were being active. You breathed a sigh of relief and went to go grab a basketball.
You posted up at one of the hoops with a few others who were just going to practice taking shots quietly. You put your earbuds in and started playing music on your phone and began to just blissfully zone out. You took turns with your peers practicing layups and free throws while sneaking glances across the gym at Regina who was lobbing a volleyball back and forth with Gretchen. You couldn't help but notice how good she looked.
You didnât notice Coach Carr leaving the gym to take his daily smoke break.Â
You didnât notice Shane Ohman and his buddies approaching you.Â
You didnât notice them hollering insults at you, not until it was too late.Â
âHey! Iâm talking to you, you fucking dyke!âÂ
Shane chucked his basketball through the air at full force and it smacked into your temple. You saw stars and went straight to the ground, feeling the sting of the skin of your eyebrow splitting and the warm wetness of fresh blood pouring down the side of your face from the wound.Â
One of Shaneâs friends said, âohhh shiiit.â
âThatâs what you get for fucking checking out my girlsâ ass, you lesbo!â Shane shouted.Â
The group of guys were only egging him on, and as far as you knew, everyone else was stunned into silence. You vaguely saw the shape of Shane hovering over you before a flash of blonde ponytail entered your vision.Â
âYour girl!? Now I know you better not be talking about me you fucking piece of shit. I dumped your smarmy ass so what fucking business do you have coming to my defense against someone whoâs half your size? Get the fuck out of here before I get your dad and Principal Duvall in the same room and tell them you committed a hate crime and get your athletic scholarship flushed down the toilet or worse!âÂ
You heard the sounds of feet quickly sprinting away on the gym floor and then saw the blonde crouch down beside you through your good eye.Â
âThat looks bad,â she winced, lightly touching your shoulder. She turned her head to speak to someone else, âGretchen, go get Coach Carr and tell him what happened, yeah? Weâre going straight to the nursesâ office.â
Before you could process, Regina was helping you stand up and was acting as a crutch for you. She helped you make your way out of the gym through the locker room. She stopped for a moment to grab a clean towel and pressed it against the wound on your head and the pressure made you feel faint.
âFuck I need to sitâŠâ you gasped.Â
âOkay, okay,â she quickly guided you down to a bench and sat beside you, still holding the towel to your head, âThere you go, take it easy.âÂ
You peered at her as she slowly came into focus.
âRegina, why are you helping me?âÂ
âWhy not?âÂ
âWell⊠because youâre you?âÂ
The corner of her mouth raised into a little smirk, âI donât know what you mean.âÂ
âI donât take you for the helping kind.âÂ
âHow about you worry less about talking and more about staying conscious. Do you think you can walk with me to the nurse?âÂ
You made a solid effort to stand back up but you immediately felt lightheaded and plopped back down, shaking your head lightly.Â
âAlright, weâll stay here then.â Regina looked around the locker room and located a first aid kit on the wall, âokay, I need you to lie down slowly on the bench, slowly, and hold the towel, Iâm gonna get the first aid kit just hang in there.âÂ
You replaced her hand on the towel with yours and held it against your head as you lied down and she got up. She came back a second later holding the first aid kit.Â
Regina carefully peeled the towel away and winced along with you, âokay, Iâm not a doctor obviously but I donât think you need stitches? You probably have a concussion, though, so I think you should go to a doctor or something but I donât want to move you for now.âÂ
She started fussing with things in the first aid kit and explained, âIâm just going to clean the cut and bandage it up for the time being, okay? It looks like itâs not bleeding anymore so thatâs good.âÂ
You nodded and watched her, âyouâre surprisingly caringâŠâÂ
âWhat did I say about talking?âÂ
You snapped your mouth closed.Â
âLittle sting,â Regina covered your eyelid with her hand and sprayed antiseptic solution onto the wound then gently wiped it with gauze.Â
âHow do you even bandage an eyebrow?â She muttered.Â
âThe butterfly ones, or the strip-type bandages to pull the edges together, and then gauze over it.â You offer.Â
âHuh, okay.âÂ
Regina took her time finding the right things and carefully tending to you.Â
âDo you think Iâm going to have a scar?âÂ
âMaybe. Probably,â Regina answered, âitâll look cool if you do. Very rugged.âÂ
âStupid story behind itâŠâÂ
âIâm going to have Shane roasted on a spit for doing this to you, I promise you that.âÂ
âOh jeez, Regina. You donât have to do that.âÂ
âDid it sound like I was asking?âÂ
You swallowed and tested sitting up slowly after she finished bandaging you up.Â
âSlow, slowâŠâ she commanded, holding onto your upper arms.
You nodded and came to an upright position without feeling faint, âI already feel a lot better. Thanks, Regina.âÂ
âI still think you need to leave school and go to the doctor to get checked for a concussion. You donât need an ambulance or anything like that, probably. We can call your parents or honestly I can drive you if your parents are workingâŠâ
âOh⊠thatâs really nice of you. Iâll call my mom and see what she thinks.âÂ
She nodded and checked your bandages again. She was fussing over you in a weirdly concerned, maternal way.Â
âRegina?âÂ
âHmm?âÂ
âHow come no one sees this side of you?âÂ
She raised an eyebrow, âmost people donât earn this side of me.âÂ
âBut I do?âÂ
âSure.âÂ
You didnât really have a good response to that so you just stayed quiet while Regina got up and got you some water and then texted Gretchen updates.Â
âGretchen will bring Coach Carr in here in a sec to check in, is that okay?âÂ
You nodded.Â
Regina examined you again, âcan I ask you a question?âÂ
âWhatâs up?âÂ
âWere you actually checking out my ass earlier?âÂ
Your face flushed like crazy, âwh-what?âÂ
âShane said you were checking out my ass. Were you?â
You just stared at her.Â
âYou can be honest, I wonât be upset either way.âÂ
âIâŠâ you took a deep breath, âyes. I was. You look incredible in those leggings.âÂ
Regina smiled, âgood. I mean, not good that you took a basketball to the face for it, but good that you were checking me out.âÂ
âYouâre not upset?âÂ
âNo. Why would I be upset?âÂ
âBecause⊠I dunno, I guess because Iâm no better than a gross guy?âÂ
Regina rolled her eyes, âno. Trust me, itâs a compliment from you.âÂ
Coach Carr came into the girls locker room while unnecessarily covering his eyes and quickly checked in with you, saying, âalright chief, we already called your mom and sheâs on her way to pick you up, okay? Weâll get you to the front office to wait. After that, Regina, Gretchen wants you to come with her to Principal Duvallâs office to tell him what you saw happen, k?âÂ
Regina nodded.Â
âGo team,â he added before ducking back out.Â
Regina looked at you, âDid he just call you chief?âÂ
You shrugged, âI guess so.âÂ
You both laughed and Regina walked you to the front of the school to wait for your mom. She waved at you as you got into your momâs van and you watched as the blonde turned and angrily stormed in the direction of the principalâs office, now on a new mission.Â
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Hello! I hope you're having a wonderful Halloween!
Will it be all right if I request the WHB King's reactions to MC wearing One of those sexy Halloween costumes (any of your choice!)
You're writing is extremely well done And I really enjoy reading your work!
Have a nice day or night :3
Hello! And thank you! And yes, and thank you! I'm writing this answer early, because the time it's posted, I'm probably sitting with family and friends. Hope I can brighten up your three minutes with my silly ideasÂ
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
You came to Satan in a mummy costume, covering strategic places with bandages. He is delighted. For this joy he will kick anyone who looks at you, and he will want to take you here, now, in this corner, on this wall. The bandages you wore will grow to the status of relics. Satan will tie them around his wrists for difficult fights, and small pieces will be used to tie the most seriously wounded warriors, as a reward and support in healing.
Mammon won't be able to take his eyes off you when he sees you dressed as an Egyptian queen. Dripping with gold and silk, half-naked, combining inaccessibility with luxury... This will be Tartaros' favorite Halloween, because Mammon will take you on his knees and open up the throne room, accepting audiences for ordinary devils. Let all the devils see how beautiful and powerful their queen and his Master is, before he takes you to his chambers to ruin your expensive makeup.
Leviathan will be disgusted when he sees your exposed shoulders, tight corset and short skirt with a deep cut if you dress up as a pirate. What kind of idea is that? And that knife on your thigh. You want to fight with anything? With this? Foolish human. As a pirate, you should be ready to fight a kraken... and he can show you how dangerous and big the tentacles are.
You know those edible bracelets made of powdered candy? This is what the bikini Beelzebub will send you is made of. Only there will be less candy than on this bracelet. So that you can somehow go out on the town, you'll throw on his coat and tie it tightly around your waist. Improvisation is all you have left. You grab your markers, open the phone gallery and in the mirror, sloppily, scribble words on your body; Beel's tattoos. You'll steal Bael's glasses, and voila! Avisos, don't count on seeing your king, because when he sees you, he'll get obsessed. Do you want to be his so much that you're dressed up as him? Do you miss him so much? Come here. All you'll see for the next few hours is him and his clones; he'll point out every mistake in your tattoos and make you learn them by heart on his own body.
For Lucifer, you really tried your best with the makeup. You came in torn clothes, with fake wounds painted all over your body. The poor devil almost had a heart attack when he saw you. He rushed to check which of them were real, and when it turned out that none, you only heard a quiet whisper and felt a warm breath on your cheek. "Not very convincing." he muttered disapprovingly, as if he almost didn't panic at your sight. "I'll help you make them better." He licked his lips. Looking at his sharp fangs... your makeup can't compare to what they will leave.
For Belphegor the sexiest thing you can do is dress up as a mattress, but he guesses that wasn't the purpose of this event. You put on a sexy outfit, drew some card designs, and slid some cards and dices under your clothes and into ruffles. You decided to present the devil with a fait accompli. Took his favorite dice and threw it under your bra. "Oops." You spread your hands as if you hadn't done it on purpose. "I think you lost something?" Although initially unfazed, you quickly motivated him to search... even though your ornaments would soon be the last thing he was interested in.
Asmodeus was hard (as always) to figure out⊠so you decided to ignore him completely and just have fun. Let's test our king. Will he really think you're sexy in *everything*? Even if you dress up as an inflatable T-Rex? You were already excited when you found out that there was no such thing in hell. Sucks. Annoyed, you decided to tease your king. With Eligos and Paimon you spent a good few days, preparing a tight black dress, a curly wig, and specific makeup. To them, you looked simply sexy; but when you stood before Asmodeus, made up like Lust, his eyes widened. After all, heâs a man of culture who spends most of his time on Earth. âSassy.â He smiled menacingly as he ran his finger over the tattoo between your collarbones. âDo you want to mock me or please me? Oh, well⊠Guess I have to ignite you.â Others better appreciate your creation before he sees you, because there will be absolutely nothing left of it.
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