#oc: teeth in the sand

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Hello tumblr community here's something stupid. Featuring @bonniesband's OC.

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Something has been eating the insides of my head for a while, something hungry, hungry, hungry

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𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚈: After a drunk round of Truth or Dare goes wrong, Nani is challenged into getting her first tattoo. The artist in question—an unmoved, cryptic, fine ass stranger. Can she take the pain? Can she take the heat? Can she take him?

𝙿𝙰𝙸𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶: Roman Reigns (Roman) x Black Fem OC (Nani)

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂: Profanity // Slight grieving // Age gap // Smut // Depictions/descriptions of tattooing

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‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮ masochism — a sexual or psychological tendency where individuals derive pleasure from being subjected to pain, suffering or humiliation 

“We gotta do a wrap around the block! We can’t park here!” Mercedes yelled to her best friend from the driver’s seat of her 2020 Jeep Wrangler. One finger pointed to the street sign that explained, no parking on weekends from eleven p.m. to two a.m. 

Nani stood on the sidewalk by her lonesome, following the path to where her friend’s finger was trained. They were right smack in the middle of the no parking zone. At twelve twenty a.m, the burnt tangerine colored streetlight cascaded over the entirety of the otherwise dark block—the humidity that only a mid-June night can usher in casting a glow of almost sweat on their skin. 

The air smelled of city fumes and that earthy smell after a mini rain shower. Evidence of such still on the pavement of the sidewalk and the street. Mercedes’s car decorated in tiny droplets of water with wet tires. 

“Just go in! We’ll be right there!” Samantha aided in the passenger seat. 

“We don’t even know if they take walk-ins!” Something of a pout adorned Nani’s square face. She stood on the side walk, separated from them—wishing either had a heart and would just tell her, “never mind, just hop back in.” 

But she knew in her heart that wasn’t happening. No way in hell did they all jump up from Sam’s room, threw on clothes and drove twenty minutes—risking a DUI amongst other things—just for them to change their minds. She knew better than that. Always the closest thing to innocent amongst them—they chose the perfect dare for the perfect girl to shake shit up.

“Sure we do! I know one of the artist! He does walk-ins all the time!” Samantha answered hanging out the window with both forearms resting on the side of the car. Her sand-colored face burned with a red hue from all the shots the trio took throughout the night. That tipsy smirk with lazy eyes just barely hanging on.

That was another reason Nani knew that what she was about to do was a grave mistake. Not one of them was sober enough to make such a permanent, stoned decision. But still, here they were, in the middle of the night, in front of Dragon’s Lair Tattoo & Piercing shop. The only building, with the exception of the smoke shop at the other corner, still lit up to invite patrons. The red neon sign glowing over the back of Nani’s small frame. 

It was supposed to be harmless fun. The night started off perfect. 

All three girls watched each other blossom on the same block since they were missing teeth and waiting for the adult ones to sprout back in. Side by side through all the major milestones—sweet sixteens, prom, losing their virginities, breakups, heartache, graduation, fall outs, family trauma and everything in between. If you saw one, the other two were on their way. And if you saw two, the other one wasn’t too far behind. 

What started as a fiesta—a ceremony to commemorate completing junior year without a scratch, a baby, or an std—took a sharp left turn. Sharing war stories under the purple LED lights of Sam’s bohemian style room, turned into Drunk Uno, making TikToks to whatever sounds they could find, until the roulette of their first night together landed on Truth or Dare.

Nani had racked up on too many jaw dropping truths. The liquor kicked in and carried her impulse. She chose the dare. And the next words that fell from Sam’s glossy lips had her thinking somebody slipped something into her red cup.

“I dare you…to get a tattoo…tonight!”

It seemed as if with every word, they got slower and deeper—like the sound of a chopped and screwed song. 

“He did Cedes tattoo last summer before y’all left for school, remember?” Sam asked. 

Mercedes leaned over and stretched her left arm where a red dragon saturated the caramel skin of her inner wrist. Nani didn’t need an exhibition. She had seen the tattoo a thousand times before. Merecedes last fuck you to her unrealistically religious and problematic mother, before packing it up and hauling back down to Florida A&M for fall semester. 

While Mercedes voyaged down south, Sam stayed home in Philly opting for community college, all while Nani explored UCLA on the west-coast. All three girls connected by an invisible thread, separated for two whole semesters for three years now, and were home again for the summer and clearly losing their heads from the excitement of reuniting. 

This is not how any of them forecasted ending the night, especially Nani— but here they were. If unpredictable was a parasite, it’d be attached to the three of them. Always in the most unlikely situations just to laugh about such for the years that follow. This night was no different. 

Nani whined and stomped one foot on the pavement. “Come on, y’all! This is just cruel!”

Sam smiled wide like a Cheshire Cat, glancing back at Mercedes. “Girl, you’re the one that’s been talking about wanting a tattoo anyway! Just go and get situated at least! We’ll be right there!” The oversized tires swoosh on the wet ground as she puts the car in drive. Sam waved dainty fingers as they took off and violently turned right at the stop sign. 

The dead silence of the night creeping in as she no longer even heard the roar of her friend’s engine. She turned in place, neck craned up as the red glow blinked and welcomed her in like she stood amongst the devil’s playpen.

“Don’t be pussy,” she mumbled to herself before blowing out all the air in her chest.

The bells above the glass door dinged as she pushed to step inside. Everything was everywhere. A thrumming hip hop beat blasted from somewhere deep within the shop, some rapper with a British accent rapping lyrics aggressively—making it hard to keep up with his words. 

After twirling around like a child in a candy factory—studying the art pieces and pictures of clients— she landed on a woman dressed in all black emerging from the back. Hair darker than black if there is a such thing, with long claws for nails. 

“Hey, love.” Her voice was welcoming. Smile warm reaching her eyes with creases on either side of her mouth, that all of sudden looked like they belonged there. A contradiction to her pale  forearms covered in art, accentuated by the septum hook and darkest, thickest eyeliner she had ever seen on a woman. Something about her was still very feminine, sexy and alluring. Nani had to close her mouth, feeling her jaw go slack almost. “You need some help?” She asked. Nani then noticed the beefy accent that she missed before. Australian.

“Uh, yeah. I wanted to get a tattoo,” she answered. Working double time to appear normal and keeping her voice steady.  

“Okay. You made an appointment?” She raised a brow walking around the glass desk. In the clear display, sparkly and lively jewelry for sale along with aftercare products. 

“N-no. My friends said you do walk-ins?”

“We do.” The girl leans forward and back, trying to gauge the space. “Uh, it looks like most of our artists are busy right now. Ro!” The girl’s sudden switch in volume earned a jolt from Nani. Her nerves mimicked the audio meter of the loudest song you could think of. 

“What?” She heard a deep voice from behind after a beat. 

Turning she found a man. Twice the size of anyone in the shop. Skin tanned and glowing under the bright florescent lights. Arms cut and toned—demonstrating the discipline of daily weight training. A very visible vein running along his inner bicep. One arm covered in ink from his wrist until it disappeared under his black tee. His hair—damp, dark and thick, framing his face and stopping just at his shoulders. 

His eyes. They whispered in spells. A deep brown like burnt honey atop high cheekbones. The bottom of his face dressed in the mustache and goatee combo—two plump, pink lips in the center of it all. A touch of feminism in the throws of his hard masculine features. They made her clit jump just imagining his tip the same shade of pink. She snatched her eyes away from him, realizing she was staring with an open mouth. Heat filling her cheeks. He was easily the most beautiful man she had ever been in the same room as.

“This is…” The girl’s eyebrows rose, expecting a name. 

“—Nani,” she blurted. Her social queues completely off track. A product of the alcohol and jitters. 

“Nani,” she repeated averting her gaze back to the stone cold stranger. His gaze never landing on Nani. “Walk-in. She wants to get tatted.”

“Where?” His eyes were on the dark-haired woman, but somehow Nani knew the question was for her. She hesitated, never thinking about where she wanted the damn thing. It had to be somewhere discreet. She didn’t need the attention from family members. Behind her ear? No, she couldn’t even see it. Her hip? Her wrist?

“Um… I don’t know. My rib?”

“You don’t sound sure.” The woman’s face still plastered with a smile as she leaned her elbows  on the desk. 

“I am sure.” She nodded. 

“You heard her. Her rib.”

“Rhea it’s an hour ’til close. I don’t take walk-ins after midnight.”

Nani frowned hearing him deny her without the respect of eye contact or addressing her directly. She felt invisible. Half of her didn’t mind. She could stare at him in peace without the worry of him catching her. Like a moth to a flame she was drawn to him. She didn’t even know why. Obviously, he was beautiful. In the way that everything on him looks like it was placed there strategically. The weight of his muscles fell around him perfectly. He was just perfect. But he reeked of danger. A do not enter zone. The exact kind of man a father would do everything in his power to keep his daughter on the opposite side of the planet and detached from. Thankfully, Nani didn’t carry those problems…

“You can do one more,” she pushed. “Besides it won’t take that long. It’s small, right?” She winked in Nani’s direction.

“—right,” Nani answered catching her drift. “Not even the size of my fist.” 

He stood with all his weight in one leg, and lips in the straightest line. Both women trained on him. The events of the rest of the night in his hands as they waited for his verdict.

“Come on.”

Rhea beamed for Nani, sticking a tongue out. Nani nodded in a silent thank you, before following his towering frame to the back. He wasn’t even walking fast, but his long legs carried him to their destination faster somehow and she struggled to keep up. They passed at least five different open rooms. Two with groups in them. One, more intimate, with just the client seated with their face buried, as the artist went to work on their back. Another where a girl was preparing a bunch of needles for three different piercings to a man’s tongue. And the last one they passed was shut completely. That left one door at the very end of the hall on the left. 

He stopped and threw a hand up signaling her to enter first. The room was medium sized. A dim glow of light blanketed over it, making her wonder how he even did his job in such sketchy lighting. Pictures of his work—vibrant and intricate pieces on all shades of skin, but mostly Pe’a or Malu. His specialty. 

He had historic, cultural figurines and sculptures lined on the window sill of the furthest wall. Everything about this place, since she walked in was so in your face and blunt. Still, everything left a trail of curiosity in its wake. 

“You can put your stuff in that chair.” He nodded to a small emerald love seat in the corner by a window. 

Throwing her bag on his chair she walked along the wall where the pictures were, while he typed away on his phone. Telling the girl he promised to see after work that he wasn’t going to make it. Last minute walk-in. Truth is, Nani was an angel in disguise. He never wanted to link the girl, anyway. She was just a fuck to him. Something to do in the wee hours of the night. But she talked way too much, seeing as it wasn't her conversation that brought the two together. And he couldn’t fucking stand the smell of her cat’s litter box. So, staying at work to do what he was passionate about was the best thing that could’ve happened. He wouldn’t dare show it, though. 

He placed his phone face down and turned to find her staring at him. Hands clasped in front of her in the middle of the room looking like a lost puppy. 

What Nani perceived as him ignoring her was really him avoiding her. He saw that plump ass sitting between two wide hips the minute he rounded the corner, after being summoned by Rhea. His too cool for anything demeanor, almost breaking when she turned and her front was just as satisfying as her back. 

Doe eyes accentuated by long thick lashes. Two full pouty lips, dripping in gloss, making his dick twitch in his sweats. High cheek bones with a beauty mark resting high up on one of them. All of that beauty centered in a head full of honey blonde highlighted curls.

She was fine as fuck to him, but he could tell she was young. At twenty-six he refused to make himself susceptible to the delusions of a young girl and her heart. Love wasn’t on his radar. He was too busy falling for and perfecting his craft. 

He crossed two muscular arms, one over the other with his butt rested on the counter where he kept most of his supplies. 

“I’m Nani,” she informed.

“I’m aware. You said so out there.” She kicked herself for forgetting something that happened not even three minutes ago. “Nani,” he repeated. Her name rolling off his tongue as if it tasted good to him—like he was savoring it. “This your first time getting a tattoo?” His eyes traced her perimeter finding nothing visible. 

She nodded. “Yup.”

“I’m Roman,” he finally told her. 

“Roman…that fits you.”

He squinted. Her face, a flushed hue of red since the moment he saw her. Like she was burning up. It was hard for her to keep still. Fidgeting constantly. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Twisting her hands. 

“You been drinking, Nani?”

“Not a lot,” she lied. “Why? Is that a problem?” In her head, she silently wished he said yes and turned her away. They stood there, eyeing each other before he decided to speak again. 

“My ass.” He called her bluff immediately. “Babygirl, I can smell the tequila from over here.” He turned back to his station. “I’m not supposed to tatt you, if you’re under the influence. The alcohol—it thins your blood. Which means more blood when the needle hits. Which makes it harder to do my job.” The sound of him tossing tools and supplies around overruled the silence in the pause he took. “Might fuck up how it heals. Infections.” He shook his head. “And I don’t really have time for you or your folks coming in here tomorrow because you did something stupid while you were drunk, that you’re gonna regret tomorrow.” He faced her again with hands on his hips. “When you’re sober.”

“So—you turning me away?” For the quickest second, she envisioned the disappointment and disdain plastered on the faces of her best friends as she staggered back to the jeep with news of rejection. They’d think she was lying. “Come on. Don’t make me go back and tell my friends you told me no.” She forced a laugh. His hard exterior displaying anything but amusement. “They’ll be strolling in any minute now. They’re parking.”

His eyes traveled her silhouette again. His face still impenetrable. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking even if he had speech bubbles growing from his head. 

“Sign this.”

She took it and read quickly. Not able to focus long enough, she just hoped nothing crazy was written in black and white. Taking the pen she held the paper against the wall, turning from him to sign it.

“The air don’t work back here. You care if I take my shirt off?” Nani’s tongue went dry at the revealing of his sculpted back as he removed his shirt before she even had a chance to answer. 

One of them bitches slipped me something for sure, she thought. Every thing about tonight was unconceivable. It’s like she was observing the whole chain of events outside of her own body. Nothing about it seemed real—nothing about it felt like it was happening to her. 

He was fucking beautiful. Like God himself told the angels to lay off because he felt compelled to draw the lines and sculpt this one himself. And damn, did he take his time savoring every minute and making them count. 

Just as she thought, the tattoo spread to the vicinity of his back and broad shoulder. He was already built so hard and the tattoo was just a further testament. A story told in the language of pathways, roads and lined patterns, of a Pacific warrior. 

When she thought it couldn’t get any better, she damn near wet her pants at the sight of him shirtless and facing her. Tattoo stretching to his defined chest. Deep lines, mountains, valleys and ridges mapping different routes to his adonis line. Tiny smooth black hairs peaking over the top of his red underwear, only made visible by his black sweats hanging loosely off his hips. 

He stepped up and held his hand out. Confused at first she just stared at his big palm. Then remembering the paper in her hand, she passed it and the pen back to him.

“You wanna tell me what you want?” Dangerous words from an even more dangerous looking man. 

“I want a tattoo—”

“Obviously.”

“I wasn’t finished.” She squinted at him and folded her arms. Something of a smirk dancing on her lips at his discreet playfulness. “I want a tattoo of a sea turtle,” she told him chin up. “With tribal patterns. Maybe some waves mixed with flower patterns too? You can get creative. Do what you want.”

“Do what I want?” He challenged.

“You’re the artist. I trust you.” They sat in silence for a beat before he pushed off the counter.

“Can I trust you to do this part on your own?” He stood expressionless with a paper towel and roll of tape in one hand extended her way. She looked between the items and him. “I just need you to cover yourself.” His eyes shuffled between the outline of her nipples through her pink Skims top, and she finally understood the assignment. “Leave enough space so that I can do what I gotta do.”

“Okay.” And with that he left out of the same door they came in.

Her nipples and the dark shade of her areolas were probably only the size of a pinball. Ripping two medium sized squares, she placed one over her left nipple in the mirror to make sure nothing that didn’t need to, showed. She didn’t have a clue what enough space was for him to do his job. 

Where the hell are they? They’re the ones that pushed her to do this. Trying to simultaneously control her heartbeat and breathing, while appearing sober, was a daunting task on its own. This was the least they could do for her. 

“I think I’m good!” She yelled to him hoping he was only right outside the door. 

He stepped back in. The sound of his sneakers heavy even over the sound of the music playing from somewhere else in the shop. He walked, eyeing her B cups with the paper towel covering the most sensitive parts. Every time she thought he’d stop, he kept coming until he ended up dangerously close. Eye level to his chest she waited for him to say something as her heart picked up a dangerous pace. Doe eyes looking so innocently up at him. 

A low gasp escaped her as she felt the tape above her right nipple, being disconnected from the sensitive skin. She looked down for just a second, feeling air on her exposed breast, as he moved the tape up higher on her chest.

“Rib is one of the worst places. Straight skin. No fat or extra muscle to go through.” His eyes never left hers. A snake in the garden hypnotizing Eve. She feared consequences if she broke the trance. “I think you can take it.” He rubbed the tape to ensure it stuck, right up against the top of her nipple. Her breath got caught in her throat, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to leave her. 

He ripped the tape off her left nipple. Eyes stuck on hers still. Repeating the same motions as he did for the right side. Using his fingers to place it where he needed it, and smoothing the tape down, without a single glance at his handiwork. 

“Lay down,” he demanded. 

She sat, butt first, high up on the leather table, before laying all the way down. The weight of her breast pushing up toward her collar bones. 

She kept her eyes trained on his every move. “Just taking the hairs off,” he explained holding up a razor before shaving the space under her chest. “Vaseline.” He held it up before smearing it smoothly onto the same spot. He found it best to be transparent and explain every little step to the clients that looked like they might run for the hills. 

The sound of latex stretching and snapping caught her attention and she halfway flinched. He blew a sharp breath out of his nose to cover the amusement that threatened to leave him. “It’s just gloves, baby.” He held his covered hands up. Just breathe, she coached herself. Mercedes and Sam wouldn’t be able to control their laughter at this point. She was glad they’d miss this part. 

He flipped a button and the gun stirred up a loud buzz. She thought she might throw up right then and there. “Just relax.” He tried his best to prepare her. The shock of first connection was always the most unpredictable. His hand was warm even through the material of the latex glove as he spread her skin in preparation. Her square face immediately contorted in pain. Jaw clenched down and eyebrows pinched together.

“Mm,” she groaned. 

“You’ll tell me if it’s too much?”

“What if I say it already is?”

He laughed inside. Stretching her skin to get a sturdier canvas. “You’re doing so good already, though,” he lied. 

“Is it supposed to burn?”

“Yeah. If you can’t take blood I wouldn’t look,” he advised feeling her head rise right near his. “I need you lying all the way back, anyway.” He nudged her head back with his knuckles. Nani was now forced to just listen to the machine responsible for her pain, and the blasting of background music. None of it was overpowering enough. The pain won. After what felt like minutes passing, she broke her silence.

“Is it almost done?”

“Nani, it's only been like two minutes.” She whimpered at his revelation. 

“How long did yours take?”

“A full day.”

“Like twenty-four hours?”

His upper lip tugged in a smirk. The first time anything nearing a smile graced his features and  the sight took her breath away. His cheek bone heightened with a flashed dimple. 

“Nah. Like fifteen with an hour break.” He swiped the blood away and repositioned his hands on her ribs. It didn’t matter that the latex separated him from her. It was useless. She could still feel him—still burned with heat. 

“Wow.” She didn’t know what to say. She was just afraid of the silence paired with the electrical buzzing of his tattoo gun, scaring her straight. “That’s a—that’s a long time.”

“That’s right. Just keep on talking to me. You’re doing good,” he encouraged. Even though every time the needle came off and went back on her, she jumped. And with every swipe as he tried to clear the canvas from the mess of blood, she flinched. 

His words. They weren’t supposed to be, but the rasp in his baritone voice accompanied by his large hands on her—made it sexual. Sounded just like the dominant men she read about in her erotica novels on Kindle. Only, he was live in the flesh in place of words etched on a screen. Finer than anything she could imagine while reading. 

“Why the turtle?” He probed noticing her grow stiff. She was swallowing the beast that was her drunken hormones and he thought she was two seconds from telling him to stop. 

“My uh…my grandmother had one just like it.”

“She’s an islander?”

“She’s Samoan—was. She was.” Nani looked in the opposite direction from where the needle punctured her flesh repeatedly. The alcohol enhancing all her emotions. Not just lust. “She passed away a few months ago.”

Roman swiped her skin again, his brown orbs piercing hers. “I’m sorry to hear that,” he told her sincerely. “You two were close?” The last thing he wanted to do was dissect her brain and get deep. Interrogation with personal questions— unlocking doors to emotions she kept hidden. But she was in desperate need of the distraction. More importantly, he needed her to relax. She was way too tense. The best way he knew how to do that, was to keep the client engaged in conversation. He’d halfway listen, only jumping in and asking another question when they grew quiet again, knowing people loved to talk about themselves.

“Closer than close.” Nani smirked remembering Momma Leya. “She raised me. I don’t know my parents,” she confessed. Her deepest lure that everyone she crossed paths with had to earn the awareness of. And she just handed it to him. 

They conversed some more—but fell back into that pit of silence covered in the machinery and music. He had to focus on the patterns and she was too drawn to the discomfort. 

She tried to focus on exactly where the pain was—the constant keen burn like he was lighting tiny little matches to her skin—but for some odd reason the pain almost felt like pleasure. Like something that hurt so good and you didn’t want it to stop. The curiosity of how far your body could go with the inflection of pain weighing on her. 

Her breathing sped up and she wondered if maybe she was just on the verge of passing out. He had already warned her that alcohol and the gun didn’t mix. 

Her gaze flickered to him. The crease in between his brow as he was so close to the underside of her exposed breast. The hotness of his breath fanning her, giving her chills even though she was blazing from the inside out like she had a fever.

He’d turn his head right, angling to get a closer look at the lines he drew. Eyes in slits. A single lock of thick wavy hair fell out the sleek forest that was the rest of his curls, and over his forehead. 

The tension in the sticky hot room was nothing if not sexual. It was so heavy and suffocating, she just knew he felt it to. Theres no way he didn’t. No way he couldn’t see the hardness of her nipple through the think fabric of the napkin.

The easy part was over. He traced the main lines and perimeter. It was time for the shading—the part where even the toughest men cracked. It wasn’t as simple as the needle traveling from just one spot, down to the other. He had to switch needles—a tighter grouping. Lower the speed and the voltage, which meant dragging the pain out. He was going over the same spot repeatedly. Up and down. Circles. 

Nani hissed quietly every time it became too much. That sensation of pain transforming to something foreign, coming back harder with every stroke of his needle. She couldn’t keep still. Her legs clamped together, trying to clam herself from the desperate need of friction. She could feel the wetness pooling. Her whole body heating up a notch a second. 

“You gotta be still, baby. Otherwise it’ll come out jacked up.” He raised a thick brow, eyes bouncing over her face before focusing back down to the turtle. “I’m trying my best to get the job done regardless—but I can only do so much.”

There was a break in the sensation. The needle hovered over her skin. Their eyes locking. “You alright?” He asked the question with his stare unwavering. Deep voice married with tenderness. Nani couldn’t take it. It's the moment when the water in a tea kettle reaches its highest point and it starts to scream. Begging for attention. Demanding relief. And she was no different. 

It's like they had a radio transmission in their heads for a split second—because as soon as she thought it, he heard it and received it. His head turned down just inches from hers, she clamped her thighs tighter. She must’ve been leaking. He could smell her. 

The muscles in his jaw danced as he grit his teeth. Eyes finding the exact spot where that familiar pungent smell was coming from. He hardened to an uncomfortable degree underneath the fabric of his sweats, noticing how tight she had her legs shut. 

The realization of it all hitting him like a city train full speed. He didn’t know what spirit had possessed him, but he didn’t counter it, as it forced him to rip the tape off her right breast. Her chocolate peak right in front of his mouth.

Sticking a flatted tongue out, his eyes were trained on hers as he rolled the hard skin over his tongue before taking it into his hot mouth. Tongue sliding over it after sucking, earning a whimper from her pretty mouth. Catching it between his teeth and pulling until it snapped back. He noticed the rise in her chest with every action. Exhilaration staged on her small features.

She likes pain. 

His tongue still dancing and doing tricks on her nipple—he watched her struggle to keep still. Gasping—mouth wide, but nothing came out except heavier pants. She craved relief of a different kind, in a different spot. Her small hand found its way under the thick elastic band and into her Skims shorts. 

“Ohh.” The moan finally broke free as rubbed that magic button. All the heat transferring down, leaving her hole clenching on nothing and aching. 

As the thought to fill herself with her fingers passed to fruition, he pulled her hand out by the wrist. Undoing the latex gloves and replacing her. His fingers slid over her clit with ease from her juices covering her.

“So fucking wet,” he mumbled. He played in it. Noises of macaroni and cheese before you bake it, violently traveling up to their ears. Sinking two thick fingers in without warning, she grabbed his wrist. Her back arching off the table. Mouth falling open even wider. Pupils blown as he stared down at her from the bridge of his nose. Studying her. “You like pain,” he uncovered to  the both of them. 

Filling her up, he curved his fingers finding that spot. Plunging in and out. The wetness spilling with every rapid thrust. Sliding all the way out, he rubbed her clit again in painfully slow but calculated circles. Nani’s waist winding like a snake to keep up with him. 

Rising up from the seat, his face hovered over hers. He wanted to kiss her—bad. Her full lips begged for his. But he knew what that came with. Kissing was too intimate in his head. It was too romantic-adjacent. He didn’t even dare collide tongues with half the women he’s laid with. 

“Roman,” she whimpered. His name spilling from her mouth like she had said it numerous times before, under the same circumstances. He wanted to free himself and fuck her into the table, until the legs gave out and they ended up on the floor. That’s what the sound of his name on her tongue did to him. Visceral. It was now him that had reached the top of his mountain.

Hooking long fingers in the waistband of her shorts, he yanked them down her legs in a flash. Her panties coming off with them. A thick glob of stringy wetness between her and the fabric of them. His mouth watered at the sight. If he hadn’t already decided before, his decision was set  in stone right then and there. She wasn’t leaving this room until he got a taste. Consequences be damned. 

He found her eyes again, like he was daring her to stop him. She wasn’t that brave. Nani had no more will or energy to fight with the promise of pleasure, even if it came cloaked in danger. She fought enough the first thirty minutes in this humid room, alone with him, with his rough hands all on her body. 

With her clothes still pooled around her ankles, he hooked his hands on the back of her knees, pushing until they were close against her chest, folding her in half. The flesh of her pussy squished together, lips neatly folded—-waiting and ready. 

He bit down hard on the back of her thigh. She hissed from that familiar burning that danced the thin line of pain and pleasure. Sucking until the light skin bruised. He made a trail of them until he came face to face with her pink, aching flesh. 

He latched onto her like velcro. Like his mouth was made for the sole purpose of connecting with her. Nani saw stars the moment his hot mouth made contact with her center. He took her swollen clit into his mouth and sucked hard. No warming up. She was already well past done. Burning up. 

Hips bucking, chasing that feeling that was already at her front door. He barely did anything and her core was wound tight and ready for release. She wouldn’t last much longer. 

Space rendered between her back and the leather bed as she arched. Hips grinding whichever way felt the best in the moment. His lips smearing into her—entire mouth aiding in the mission to make her come undone on his tongue. She didn’t have a care in the world. Her head twisted and she caught the open door that had slipped her mind like the rest of the world outside of this room. 

She hoped the volume of the music was enough to drown out her moans. If not, she didn’t care. Nothing took precendee over cumming in this moment. Even if someone had walked in, she knew she didn’t want him to stop. What she didn’t know is that he wouldn’t. Roman had been caught in this very room fucking numerous clients. Them giving head or whatever other debauchery as payment. The whole shop knew it. This was different though. Never had he ever been on the other end, not as the receiver. His heavy member pulsed harder like the blood from his heart, picturing someone walking in while he was face first in her. 

Nani grew hornier with every stroke, flick, and swipe of his warm tongue. The liquor, the rush of sin, running the risk of getting caught, the room vacant of any fresh air—it was all too much. The thrill of exposing and opening herself so intimately to this stranger. This might’ve been the single most enthralling night of her life. She cursed the moment it had to end. 

“Mmm,” he groaned. Moving with the rhythm she set, grinding on his face, letting her control the show for a bit. “That’s right. Use me. Yesss.” His hand—blood pumped veins—came up to cover her left breast. He pinched and tugged on the sensitive skin. “Fine ass.”

Pulling back a little, he admired the view. Her nub peaked out from two fat lips covered in gloss. “Pretty ass pussy,” he muttered to himself just before spitting harshly and licking the mess up before it got to the destination of her ass. He stuck a long stiff tongue inside. Fucking her with it as if it was his dick he was driving in and out of her.

“Oh my god—don’t stop. Fuck, that feels so good.” 

He needed to hang a PhD along the wall, where the rest of his accomplishments lived—because the head was brilliant. Genius. 

Nani had never felt anything like this before. His speed, the switch in tempo, the pressure—all of it was perfect. He gave her just enough to where she felt like she was on the edge, without falling completely off. Making it last. 

She was working up a sweat now. A thin sheen on her throat caught under the dim light as she threw her head back. It matched the same layer of sweat that glowed on the deep line of Roman’s rugged back. 

Those wet, gushy sounds were music to his ears. She was leaking for him. He slid his tongue through her folds and over every part of her with ease. Smearing his lips in it as it coated him like chapstick. For a man that didn’t indulge often, he was taking full advantage. Reveling in it, like a pig in dirt. She was sweet to him. Moaning and whining so prettily. Her fearlessness turned him on. The complete opposite of him. She hid in innocence while his vileness was on full display. They met in the middle somehow. Playing out each other’s mutual vices. 

“You like the way I eat at this pretty pussy. Don’t you?” He growled.

A swollen lip sunk in between her teeth. She could only moan in response to his filthy uncovering. He didn’t even need an answer. The answer was scribed in the wind of her hips into his mouth. The grip she had on his hands. The breathless pants like a bitch in heat. “Say it,” he demanded still. He got a kick out of turning girls out. Pushing them past their comfort zone and making them say and do things they wouldn’t otherwise be able to without his wicked guidance. “Say, I love the way you eat my pussy, Roman.”

In fear that he would arrest her pursuit to pleasure, she obeyed. “I love the way you eat my pussy, Roman,” she mewled. Twisting and contorting her upper body. Unable to hold still as he rewarded her obedience with lightning speed flicks of his tongue. He took her confession and shoved it in the same basket where the rest of his sexual side quests lived in his memory. 

“Doing so good,” he repeated the same praise as he had when his needle was inside of her. “I want you to come in my mouth, baby.” His cheeks hollowed in as he sucked the life out of her, ready for the explosion. No more holding back. He was ready to knock her over the cliff. “You gonna cum for me? Hm?” He questioned. Mouth still full of her. The hum of his voice sending vibrations all through her body.

Shaking her head frantically like a fiend, she held his gaze, peaking over her legs to watch him eat at her. He could’ve asked for the moon and the stars and she’d run out into the night to bring it to him. He had her in the palm of his huge hand. “Do it. Come on. I wanna see you cum all over this fucking tongue. Do it.” He spanked her left ass cheek and squeezed after the harsh sound rang loud. 

It all sent her into overdrive. All that was in her came crashing out. So powerful she had to lock her fingers with his. The flesh of his hands turning white on his tanned skin, from the pressure of her hold. Legs suspended in the air—shaking. Feet arched to a painful degree. The worst and best was done. 

Roman rose like a fallen angel—wet mustache, stroking his damp hair back and out of his face. Still bonded at the ankles, Nani swung her legs down, unbalanced. Reaching for his sweats to free the unnaturally large bulge. She yearned to see it. She just knew it had to be as pretty as he was. 

He let her get all the way there before he swatted her hand away. “Lay back down,” he instructed. She wasn’t running this show. He wanted nothing more than to buss her down right here on the table. Feel her clenching down on this thickness until he came right on that pretty pussy. 

But the bells signaling her friends entering the shop were drowned out by the noise of rap music blanketing the shop.

Rhea’s head rose from where she was buried in her phone at the front desk. “Hi, ladies.” She beamed welcoming the young girls in. “Just so you know we’re closing in about thirty-five minutes.”

“That’s cool,” Mercedes stepped up while Sam admired the collage of photos displaying the work of their artists. “We’re not getting anything. Our friend should be in here. Same height as me. A little lighter. Curly hair.”

“She was a walk-in, right?”

“Yup,” Mercedes nodded. Rhea noticed the girl’s low red eyes and unsolicited smirk. An effect of nature’s medicine. She smiled to herself and nodded to the back. 

“She’s with Roman. Last door on the left down that hall.”

“Thank you,” both girls slurred. 

They gawked in each room, moving at a sedated pace, taking slow strides until they finally reached the last door on the left. Halfway open, Sam pushed it to reveal inside.

The girls stared in horror almost at the scene in front of them. She had really fucking did it. 

“Oh my god, Nani.” Sam peaked over Roman’s shoulder seeing the near finished product with a wide grin. “We just knew you were gonna pussy out and come back to the car. We didn’t think you’d actually fucking do it.”

“What the fuck took y’all so long?” Nani’s eyebrows hiked up. 

“Well,” Mercedes started, throwing her Kurt Geiger bag to the same couch Nani had hers in. “There was no parking for like two blocks. Then when we finally found one, a little package slipped from your hoodie in the backseat.” Both girls snickered. 

“You bitches did not smoke my blunt.”

“Oh, don't worry.” Sam bit her lip. “We left some for you.” She picked up a clay figure of a man with patterns etched into his skin. Saveasi’uleo—Samoan god of the underworld.

“Please don’t touch that.” Sam flinched at his baritone voice, despite it only being an octave over a whisper. Something about the way he said it felt urgent. The fact that he knew she was touching something without looking her way, was enough to scare her into retreating. It clacked on its landing.

That was enough for both girls to just take a seat. They watched like medical students shadowing a doctor, as he shaded in the last of the tattoo for twenty minutes. 

“All done,” he announced. “You gotta be careful. A lot of friction in this area for women. No swimming for a couple weeks. Wash with non-scented soap here. No gym. We don’t want any sweat.” He ran down as many rules he could think of. His mind still in a frenzy. Hard dick tucked. He kept a firm hold on her hip as he had her stand between his spread legs to cover it in plastic wrapping. “It’s gonna itch when it’s healing, but don’t scratch it. Rhea has some stuff up front for you to put on it.” He nudged her away from him. The smell of her arousal still strong. 

The four of them made their way to the front. The shop now empty and silent. Rhea abandoned her closing task of sweeping and rounded the desk to ring the healing ointment up before looking to Roman.

“How much does she owe you?”

His eyes found Nani’s. Stoic demeanor cracking for a split second, smoldering eyes, as he rejoiced in the way she arched for him. The way she pushed into him to feed him. The curve of her breast into the stiff peak of her nipples. The way she took him with no hesitation or pushback. Begging for more when there was none left to give.

“I’ve already been paid.”

𝙰/𝙽: hey, so i came to the conclusion that as long as Biggest Fan is still in progress, i might as well just release whatever else was in progress for him. i'm not wasting my art. this was like 75% done when that big-eared bitch tried to kill me us. i didn't want it to go to waste.

this is during his NXT days. for purposes of the story let's just pretend his tattoo was finished back then.

i barely proofread. i'm tired, sorry lol

as always, if you read it or even just a portion, i am grateful. feedback is always welcomed. k, bye😘

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Beach day

John Price x wife!reader OC

Summary: John Price takes his family out for a beach day only for his wife to be the center of attention.

Warnings: NSFW, sexual themes, revealing clothing, light sexual harassment, swearing, groping, allusions to sex, not edited.

Authors Note: I’m from the US and have no clue what beaches are like in the UK so this is my first fic based in the US lol.

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“What do you mean you can’t come?” John asked as he clicked the infant car seat into place.

“Dad needs me to help out with Mitch until he’s free, he’ll be there in an hour. So, I’ll just meet you there.” You were too busy texting on your phone to see the annoyed looks your husband was giving you.

“It’s a god damn horse, not a person.” John countered.

Looking up from your phone you saw your burly man giving you a mean look through his eyebrows, with his arms crossed over his chest and muscular arms bulging. The muscles rounded at his shoulders and looked like rolling hills the way the summer sun was hitting them. John was dressed in a loose fitting tank top that was tight around his pectorals because they were so toned and absolutely delicious. The grey fabric hung low on the sides leaving the top half of his ribs exposed so you if he was in the right position you could just catch a glimpse of his hairy abs. He also wore his navy blue swim trunks that were a few inches above his knees, showing off his thick, tree trunk, thighs and how rock solid they were. You were distracted for a second at how hairy this man in front of you was; from his bearded face, arms, chest, to his legs. A layer of brown hair covered him everywhere except his back and ass.

“A horse I haven’t seen in ages and my dad needs saddled up so he has time to ride. It’s not that far from here I’ll only be an hour, maybe two.” You pleaded, running your fingers up John’s toned chest and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“It’ll be two on one. How am I going to manage both of them?” John nodded his head to your two children buckled up in the back seat.

“You’re their dad, you’ll figure it out.” Giving John’s scruffy cheek a sweet kiss you batted your eyes up at him. He hated that you were trying to flirt your way out of this.

“And now I have to drive on the bloody wrong side of the road.” With gritted teeth John let you kiss his scowl away until you were making out with him.

“C’mon we don’t visit my home often, don’t be such a spoil sport.” You pulled away breathlessly.

“Fine.” John smacked your ass harder than usual and moved to open the passenger side door for you.

“Give me a second to change into my riding pants and then drop me off.” There was no chance to answer as you jogged into the vacation home your dad owned. Leaving John frustrated he snatched his hat from the passenger seat where he was originally going to sit.

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“Fucking, fuck.” John grunted as he pulled the wagon with all the beach supplies and his son through the scorching sand then over a random pile of rocks until he was back on the sand again.

“Fuck this fucking beach.” He sounded like a crazy person muttering to himself but he was beyond pissed off.

This always happened. You two would make the trip home to the States so you could enjoy where you grew up and John would always be left to his own devices at some point. It was usually because your dad couldn’t help himself but join you on these trips since he’d moved to the UK to be closer to you. He would spend time with his buddies mostly but then beckon you to do something for him and you’d drop everything to help the man.

This is how John found himself with his 6month old daughter napping in a baby carrier strapped to his chest and his two year old screeching with laughter in the wagon. He swore your home state was having a constant heatwave every time he was here but you tried to explain it was normal this time of year. On what day was 94 degrees normal? The only thing cooling him off was the ocean breeze as his feet blistered against the scorching sand.

The beach was packed, it looked like everyone had made the same decision you two did, to make today a beach day. Scouting up and down the coast John tried to find a spot big enough for the tent you packed and all your other belongings. It felt like he walked a half mile before he found a spot. It was unfortunately next to a group of rowdy college boys which was probably why it was the only space open and big enough. It was a good spot as no one was in front of John blocking him from the water but there was a group of older couples to his left, college kids to his right, and a normal looking family behind him.

Pulling up Evelyn’s tiny pink bucket hat he checked to make sure she wasn’t too hot. He was greeted by blue eyes staring up at him and a wide toothless grin. She kicked her feet happily seeing his face which had John’s bad mood softening exponentially.

“Okay, this’ll be a good day. Right?” John poked her little chubby side getting a deep little giggle from her. She began to babble away, her sweet little baby voice music to John’s ears.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy! Look!!” Jj was trying to get out of the wagon as he pointed off into the ocean.

He had one leg thrown over the plastic side and was clutching on to it, his little foot kicking and searching for the solid ground. John wasn’t quick enough to catch the little boy as he tumbled out and fell flat on his face. A face full of sand didn’t seem to deter the rough little boy as he scrambled to his feet and tried to sprint for the water. John caught him by the forearm before he got too far.

“Uh, uh, uh. You have to wait for me.” John pulled the two year old back towards the wagon.

“NOOOOO!” Jj screeched, going limp as an attempt to be immovable. John simply picked him up and placed the now flailing toddler into the wagon to hopefully keep the tantrum contained.

It didn’t.

John was pulling out the tent to set up while sunscreen and beach toys went flying. Jj threw the buckets and pail straight at John, clocking him in the top of the head. With a sharp gaze shot Jj’s way he screamed and threw himself back to cry and stopped throwing things. John cringed hearing how hard the toddler whacked his head against the plastic wagon.

John was thanking his lucky stars the tent you bought was one of those pop up ones for babies. He had it set up in no time and then was stabbing your large lime green beach umbrella into the sand. He could feel eyes on him as his toddler continued to scream at the top of his lungs and now his baby girl joined in from her tent. John was quick to lay out the large navy beach blanket, chuck his shirt at the beach bag, and then hoist Jj of his shoulder, snag Evelyn, and jog down to the water. The cooler and beach bags could wait, he just needed the crying to stop. He felt lucky you had lathered everyone up in sunscreen before leavings because now John could skip that step.

Once at the waters edge John plopped the screaming toddler onto the damp sand and waited for the tide to come in. Sitting down he placed Evelyn on his lap and watched how her big brother rolled around and cried in the sand. As soon as the frigid water collided with Jj he was screaming for another reason. Evelyn immediately stopped her crying as the water came up to just her bottom and gasped.

John’s whole body shook with laughter as his little boy scrambled to his feet after face planting twice and then was chasing after the tide. Lounging back on his hands John enjoyed the sight of Jj running as fast as his little legs would take him away from the cold water rushing in. He let Evelyn splash in the cool water eventually lying back to rest against John and look around. There were a couple of hard falls that didn’t seem to phase the tough little boy as he played tag with the with ocean.

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“Fucking, fuck.” You muttered as your bare feet slipped quickly over the scorching sand and onto the rocks that lined the coast and separated the beach access to the actual shore.

“Fuck.” You muttered to yourself as you tried not to fall as the smooth stones slid against each other. You danced from foot to foot as your eyes searched up and down the coast looking for your lime green umbrella. You knew John would be somewhere near here since you two had agreed to meet to the left of the beautiful white stucco house with a dark green awning.

You quickly made your way down to the shore having caught sight of two umbrellas that could be yours. Trying to be quick you decided to jog lightly down the beach in your tight shorts that barely covered your bottom and fitted black tank top. You felt bad having left John with both children knowing it wasn’t for the faint of heart.

When you were leaving to meet John here you realized you left your one piece in the beach bag and you wouldn’t have a near by place to change. So you stopped at one of the local beach stores and changed out of your long pants and into this $70 ensemble. All the bathing suits in the shop were gawdy bikinis which were not your style but you knew John was already annoyed at your delay. So you snagged the only plain colored one which was yellow and a size too small.

Your little jog down the beach got you to the first lime green umbrella which happened to be where your family was. John was sitting under the shade with Jj across from him as the two of them ate sandwiches. Jj looked so cute matching his daddy with a similar bucket hat only the little boys was sky blue while John’s was his favorite tan you bought him. The toddler was dressed in light blue swim trunks with sharks on them and a dark long sleeve swim shirt. Evelyn was lounged back in a boppy holding her bottle, also having lunch. She was in a cute little teal one piece with a pink fril around the waist and a bright pink bucket hat.

“That’s a new development.” You smiled brightly and pointed at your baby girl who had somehow learned to hold her own bottle over night.

“She didn’t have a choice.” John smiled widely seeing you walk up from the shore in clothes he’d never seen you in before. It was such a relief seeing you. It felt like he was being run ragged and having you here to help was finally making this feel like a vacation.

“MUMMY!” Jj threw his arms in the air, the contents of his sandwich slipping out between the bread and falling onto his paper plate. Seemingly without thinking John picked it up, tilted his head back, and ate the roast beef and cheese in one bite.

“Hello there little man.” You were on your knees and hugging the tiny toddler tightly and kissing him all over. Jj was giggling uncontrollably and pushing you off.

“Mummy’s, so silly!” Turning to look at John Jj playfully rolled his eyes, his entire head joining the motion. He bit into his sandwich and then pulled the bread apart looking for the contents John’s had just sneakily ate.

“That she is. How was it?” John asked patting the spot on the large beach blanket next to him. Jj picked up the plate checking underneath for the rest of his sandwich until he seemingly gave up and ate from the bowl of fruit.

“Fun, Mitch is getting old. Think my dad’s coming to terms this might be the last summer with him.” With a sigh you tried to move those thoughts out of your mind. You just wanted to enjoy the day with your family.

Sitting back on your heels you peeled the new tank top off and then stood to shed yourself of the shorts. John’s eyes practically bulged out of his skull seeing you in that little yellow bikini. It was a thin strapped halter top that didn’t cover your breasts fully but was worse since you were still breast feeding.

Leaning to the side John tried to get a better angle and was dumb struck at the side boob you were sporting. That wasn’t even the most tantalizing part for him. The little bikini bottoms looked a size too small so they didn’t cover your round ass fully and came low in the front. They still covered everything they needed to but not nearly as much as you usually did

A little kids scream caught your attention for a moment so you turned to look and John swore he was about to get a nose bleed from just the sight of your round bottom. You weren’t in a thong or anything but the yellow bottoms covered about half of each cheek and left the crease between your thigh and ass on full display.

“You trying to kill me?” John sputtered out without thinking.

“What?” You asked confused.

“That bikini.” John pointed at your tits when you turned back to look at him.

Looking down you inspected yourself already knowing what you looked like. When you threw it on at the beach shop and looked at yourself in the mirror, you thought you looked good and it was a bit much but you had to be on your way.

“Yeah it’s a size too small but everything else was horrible and this was the only solid color they had.” Tugging at the straps around your neck you jiggled your boobs to see if they’d slip out but they didn’t, which made you smile.

“Stop doing that.” John’s voice sounded a lot more raspy which had you looking up at him.

To your surprise he now had a beach towel covering his lap and his cheeks had turned rosy. He was absolutely mortified to have popped a boner in public because of you and he knew it was going to be extremely noticeable in his swim trunks.

“Lellows, nice.” Jj told you as he fished through the lunch box you had packed.

“At least you still think I’m hot.” You snorted out a laugh at your husband predicament.

“Lunch.” Jj was now patting your thigh and handing you a sandwich.

“I’ll have that in a little. Do you want to go in the water with me?” You squatted down to your son’s level to ask. His head was shaking rapidly and then he was off running towards the shore.

“Wait!” Your stern words had the little boy stopping and tripping forward into the sand.

“Put the sandwich back then we have to get your floaties on.” The sweet orders were immediately followed to John’s surprise.

“Yes mummy mama.” Jj was jogging back.

He threw the sandwich at John and it clapped against his chest then fell to his lap. Watching your husband get hit by a sandwich and then just go to unwrap and eat it made you laugh. Passing by John a little too closely he wound up and smacked your ass hard. You let out a surprised squeak as John never did things like that in public. Before you could scold him you felt a much smaller and sandy hand smack your bottom and let out hiccuping giggles.

“See what you’re teaching him?” You couldn’t decided if you were annoyed or that it was funny Jj had just done that.

John was belly laughing which seemed to only encourage the toddler who tried to do it again. After getting Jj into his bright yellow swim vest you let him run ahead to the water. John said he’d stay back and watch Evelyn while she slept so you could enjoy some sunshine.

“I’ll be in the water.” You smiled wickedly at John, whose eyes were looking at everything but your own, mainly your tits.

“I’ll be watching. Probably too closely.” The joke had you smugly laughing as you chased after your son. John’s eyes were fixed on the way your ass moved as you ran and then he was wondering how good you tits must look while they bounced.

“Your mums going to be the death of me.” John spoke softly to his six month old who was now sleeping in the boppy. Leaning over he grabbed the empty bottle and chucked it into the diaper bag.

That’s when the sound of someone whistling loudly caught John’s attention. Looking over he saw the group of college aged boys gawking at you. Some were laughing and drinking their beers while they sat back in their chairs and took in the sight of you while two others looked to be making their way down to the shore. John instantly felt his blood pressure begin to spike. Glancing over to his left the crowd of older couples also seemed to have noticed you which was horrifying to John. One older woman caught eyes with him and smiled.

“I remembered when I use to look like that.” She called over, pointing at you.

“Me too!” It had to be her husband who made the joke that had everyone in their group laughing. The comment was unexpected and unwanted from John’s perspective. He was of the mind that people should mind their own business.

“Enjoy it while it lasts sunny, you’re a lucky man!” Another called. The way John was waved off was probably due to the angry look he was casting in their direction.

“Yeah, thank you.” John spoke back awkwardly and waved, hoping they would leave him alone.

“Oh your British!” One chortled but John chose to ignore them as he carefully watched the two college boys in the water, making sure they didn’t approach you and your son. He could hear the older group singing ‘Yankee Doodle Dandy’ which pissed him off but he ignored it.

John watched you like a hawk as Evelyn slept next to him. You were swimming around with Jj in your arms, tossing him in the water. It was nice seeing you enjoy the summer day with your son as you spent almost a half hour in the water. The two college student continued to float closer and closer to you and before John knew it one had struck up a conversation. You smiled politely and swam off with your little boy in your arms until you were getting out of the water and heading back. It was hard to enjoy the view of your skimpy bikini as you walked up the beach towards John with your son on your hip. He could see the boys in the water now turned and watching you walk away.

“They bothering you?” It was obvious John was pissed off by his tone alone. Giving him a sweet smile you tried to lighten him up with your own good mood.

“Not really, just being weird.” You shrugged it off as you finally made it to your umbrella.

“How?” It was practically demanded as if John were interrogating you, but you simply sighed happily and continued on.

“Asked if I was your nanny and when I’d be off work. Then followed it up with inviting me to some house party.” Again you tried to play it off as something no one needed to worry about.

“Nanny!? What kind of nanny wears. . . that.” John sounded exasperated as he gestured to your two piece. They had to be joking. John felt it was clear as day you were his wife here with him and your children.

“Mummy said fuck.” Jj interjected.

“Don’t say that.” You corrected before placing the two year old back on his feet. He seemingly didn’t care what you and John were talking about and went to go play with his toys in the sand.

“You said fuck?” John’s asked still looking angry.

“Told them to fuck off and leave me alone or they’ll be dealing with you.” You spoke sweetly. Kneeling in front of your husband you took his face in your delicate hands and kissed his lips.

“Yeah? I’m about ready to bury the lot of them.” Mumbled words were hardly above a whisper as John leaned in, a silent way of him asking you to kiss him again.

His scowl was softening peck after peck and until finally a small smile broke out across his lips. Something about you threatening other people by saying John would handle it made his ego boost and chest puff out. Of course he’d defended you in anyway you needed and he’d beat the living daylights out of anyone who bothered you; if only you let him.

“I love you.” You whispered, taking one of John’s hands from his lap and placing it on your back just above your ass.

The other landed on your hip and you hugged him around the neck. It felt wonderful to push your chest against John’s wiry one and you knew he loved it. Part of you was fantasizing about what it would feel like later on to have his sweaty hairy chest rubbing against your back. Glancing over your shoulder John watched as some of the college boys were looking over at you two. It was clear they were all jealous that you were all over him.

“You look so sexy, John. I can’t wait for tonight.” The whispered words snapped John’s attention back to you. It was obvious to him with that yearning look in your eyes, as you pressed your forehead to his, he was having a very similar effect on you that you had on him.

“Hm, are you?” John questioned playfully.

“Yes, so bad I’ll make sure to keep this on until you’re ready to take it off me.” You purred smiling widely when he pinched your bottom.

“Good, I cant wait to get you out of it when we get back. I’ll have to inspect the tan lines.” John mumbled, eyes looking down at your tits and smiling devilishly.

“Maybe you could give me a rub down with some lotion?” Placing one last kiss to your handsome man’s cheek you sat back, slipping from his strong arms.

“Oh, absolutely. Anything to get my hands on you.” It was nice having John’s flirty side instead of his pissy mood from moments ago. He leaned forward and lightly swatted the side of your ass before turning his attention back to your son.

“Don’t eat sand!” John spoke gruffly. Looking over your shoulder you could see a fist full of sand just at Jj’s mouth before his finger uncurled and it cascaded to the ground.

“If you’re hungry come have some grapes.” You waved him over but the little boy went back to playing.

“Why’d they even approach you?” John finally asked what had been on his mind. He hated that it was so easy for other men to approach you on the beach of all places. It was hard to keep himself from checking over at the college boys who seemed to still be eyeing you two.

“It’s the US John we actually talk to each other instead of pretending like no one exists around us.” You looked at him as if he were dumb but you knew American etiquette made him uncomfortable. Jj was standing and started to run towards the water again. You were quick to your feet chasing after him and snatching him up into your arms. He giggled wildly as you brought him back.

“Mummy! Down.” Jj whined and you placed him back on his feet. He went right back to the little hole he had dug.

“You look that good with kids that young?” The older woman from before called over to you.

“Surprising, right!?” You gleefully joked back taking the compliment well. John would be mortified to have a stranger complimenting his appearance. It made him uncomfortable to hear strangers commenting on yours.

“What’s your secret?” Another woman from the group asked. They were all in their 70s and up so it was just playful banter to you.

“A traumatic labour.” You said with a laugh. The morbid joke had John’s lips pressing into a firm line but it seemed to go over well with the women of that group.

“Oh been there sweetie!”

“My second time I swear I was skin and bones after that hospital stay.” The women of the group instantly started to go on about their own experiences with child birth and you went back to your family. You grabbed the lunch box from the cooler and dropped it next to where you were going to sit.

“What are you doing.” John hissed at you.

“Joking around.” You kneeled down beside him and opened up the lunchbox you packed. Pulling out a sandwich and grapes you sat criss cross and started to get ready to eat your lunch.

“You shouldn’t joke about that. You almost died.” It clearly got under your husband’s skin to mention the traumatic events that having Evelyn left you with in such a nonchalant manner.

“I know, I was there.” You snapped back in an equally hushed tone. Taking a bite of your sandwich you wished John would stop being grumpy at long last.

“I feel like I’m going mad.” It was clear how horrified John was whenever dealing with people in America. In typical fashion he wanted to be left alone and practically walk through life invisible to those around him.

“Well good thing we live in the UK or I think you’d wind up murdering someone here.” The jab normally would be intended as a joke but it was pointed due to John’s short fuse.

“Yes, some woman asked me if I did anything fun this weekend when I stopped to get coffee.” The retort was filled with frustration and loathing for what was considered basic manners here.

“Oh my god, how dare she.” You gasped sarcastically.

“It’s sickening to not be able to go on with my day without being asked how I’m doing ten bloody times by people I don’t know.” John was getting worked up again and it was starting to frustrate you and turn your own mood sour.

“You need to lighten up.” You snapped. Then thinking to yourself maybe you should also be lightening up and allowing John to complain and vent. He had been a good sport about you being late and how he was left on his own with the kids. It was only now that people were intruding on your personal time that he was getting upset.

Your harsh tone was interrupted by the sound of music blasting from the group of college boys next to you. The song ‘Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini’ started to play for everyone in the surrounding area to hear. The older group of men and women started hollering with laughter while the college boys sang along obnoxiously loud and started to dance. You were surprised they even knew a song this old to begin with.

“Not lightening up with that playing. I’m going to smash their bloody speaker.” John moved to get up but you threw yourself on to him, knocking him off balance. The two of you tumbled onto the beach mat as you hugged him tightly around his waist so he couldn’t get up.

You had to admit the song was obnoxious and the guys playing it were assholes. You could also admit it was pretty damn funny, especially seeing the older crowd dance in their seats. But you needed to save your husband from a murder charge so you clung on to him.

“Let go.” John barked at you.

“No.” You spoke indignantly.

“Let go!” John said with a bit more force.

“It’s not even about me.” You tried to reason.

“And how’d you make that out?” Anger was seeping from your husband’s words and you held on tighter when he tried to pry you off.

“My bikini doesn’t have polkadots.” Your response had John scoffing.

“Piggy pile!” Jj’s sweet voice rang through the summer air.

John was lying back on one elbows with you attached to him at the waist. His other hand was trying to get you off of him so he could go destroy those boys speaker and then murder them one by one. Being distracted he couldn’t stop the two year old jumping with all his weight into John’s chest. The force knocked the wind out of him while Jjs knees collided with John’s crotch, crushing his balls and forcing John’s arms to give out.

“Gah-“ John sucked in a choked and pained breath.

Jj and you were now laying on top of a very stunned John, all he could see was the bright green umbrella above him. It was like all the air was sucked out of him and the worst pain lit his body up like a Christmas tree. He couldn’t get himself to move from how much his balls hurt and the fact he’d gotten the wind knocked out of him by a two year old. Men bigger than him were incapable of taking him down in combat but here John was, incapacitated by a toddler.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Scrambling to your feet you picked up the giggly toddler who now had his knees digging into John’s stomach and plopped him on his bum next to his sister.

“Here.” You got your phone out quickly and threw on some show you had saved which instantly hypnotized your son.

John was lying flat on his back, legs bent, arm thrown over his eyes and the other hand holding his crotch. He was lightly groaning and massaging his extremely sore crotch.

“You alright.” You lightly shook your husbands toned shoulder but got no response.

“John?” You sounded worried.

“Get them to shut the bloody song off.” Was all he spoke, sounding pained and pissed off.

Getting up from your spot you quickly darted over to the college students who looked excited to see you walking their way. If this song didn’t end you knew John was going to absolutely lose it once he was able to move again.

“Hey, assholes! Knock it off!” You shouted. Half of them looked shocked and apologetic while a few were still laughing.

“We’re just having fun.”

“Yeah and you’ll have a lot more when I tell the lifeguard you’re all underage.” You hissed, pointing at their cooler of beer. You weren’t even sure they were underage, it was a shot in the dark.

“Okay, okay, we’ll turn it down.” One tried to reason with you.

“Off.” You corrected. The music was quickly turned off and you huffed out an annoyed sigh and went back to your family.

“Anyone ever tell you you’re hotter pissed off?” One called.

“Yeah, my husband, who’ll be over there if you don’t cut the shit.” You shot back, which seemed to shut them up. They had noticed how jacked and huge the man they were hoping wasn’t your husband was.

“Okay, I’m back.” You said a bit out of breath. John hadn’t moved an inch and neither had your son. Evelyn on the other hand had rolled out of the boppy and was screaming. The music had startled her awake which only made you hate those boys more. Sitting down next to John’s head you grabbed your daughter and without thinking began to nurse her.

“Your tits are going to get me killed today.” John mumbled. You looked over to see him lying down flat as if he had been shot and staring at your breasts.

“I’m feeding her, stop being gross.” You muttered.

“Yeah, it’s normal to me. But not to them.” John gestured to the gawking looks you were getting from the young men at seeing you exposed.

“First time seeing a boob, virgins!?” You called out making them all seem embarrassed and avoid looking over at you again. The older couples cheered you on going as far as calling the college kids ‘little boys.’ Some of the women tried to comfort you and told you to feed your baby and ignore them.

“I hate America.” John muttered staring up at the green umbrella, body still recovering from the double blows he took.

“I know.” You cooed, pulling his hat off and running your fingers through his hair to scratch his scalp.

“Can we go home?”

“Soon, and we can go back to ignoring everyone around us.”

“Thank god.”

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[helenanell]

I’ll Be Seeing You || Dr. Abbott

Dr Jack Abbott x OC - (Functions as an x Reader too)

This is Part Two of - You’re Good

Summary: The shift ends and in the aftermath, it’s once again Dr Abbott who anchors me.

Notes: Minor Spoilers. Angst. Emotional hurt / comfort. (Sort of…in the way these two know how) Yearning. Denial of feelings. Mention of trauma and death.

WC: 2.3k

Tagging some people who interacted with the first part (thank you ❤️): @madsmilfelsen @nyheartbreak @lc-birdie @pear-1206

A hundred and twelve mass casualty patients and there were only six we couldn’t save. Not only. Never only. Each of them was a world— someone’s world.

Those we saved are safe within the hospital walls, in the best hands, one hundred and six that made it to nightfall.

Outside, only a few paces beyond the entrance to The Pitt, I stand on the sidewalk with the six we lost. I hold them with me beneath the stars they didn’t get to see.

I was with one of them when he died. A sixteen year old boy who clutched onto my hand, not as a patient to a doctor, but a terrified kid who’s always believed adults had all the answers. That an adult could save him.

Scrape your knee and run until you’re swept up into the safety of stronger arms. He looked up to me in the same way, but I wasn’t stronger, not in the ways that matter.

My shift has ended, but sirens still sound throughout the city. They’re always ringing, both in the streets and in the darkened network of my mind.

My head drops, chin against my chest and a quiet sob wracks my body. No tears fall. I keep them inside and with nowhere else to go, they run down deep and corrode something at the core of me.

I hear the steady swish that tells me the doors to the ED have expelled someone, but I don’t turn.

Once again, when I am adrift, it is Dr Abbott that finds me.

“First Robbie, now you.”

“He was up on the roof.” I say, not a question.

“He was on the roof.” Abbott affirms, the edges of his words jagged as if he’s torn them out of himself.

“He took your spot.” I say, almost managing to sound teasing.

“That’s exactly what I said.” He answers gruffly. Then, he’s leaning to the side, nudging his shoulder into mine. “Get yourself home, Doctor. Eat. Shower. Sleep.”

Neither of us have looked at the other yet. Well, I suppose I can’t know for sure that he hasn’t glanced at me but…I feel like I would know.

He’s never had the consideration to look at me in a way that doesn’t leave a trace.

Fighting off the sense of intimacy that always appears unbidden when I’m with him, I opt for sarcasm that I’m too weakened to make convincing. “You better tell me to brush my teeth too or I might forget.”

He scoffs indignantly. “Joke all you want, but you forgot to eat today.”

There it is. That feeling I get when he’s looking at me. It makes me more than furious with him.

Unfortunately, that anger doesn’t come out when I speak. Instead, I’m wilting beneath his scrutiny. No, not wilting because of him. He’s seeing me and I can no longer pretend to myself that I haven’t already wilted. Dead or dying, or at least feeling like part of me is.

“No, I ate—“ I cut myself off, realising the truth of it and the ache of absence in my stomach.

Shit. He’s right. The bastard wasn’t even on the whole shift and he knows I didn't eat.

Then, as if he can hear my thoughts, Abbott produces a protein bar from his pocket and holds it out in front of me. They’re not in the break room, so I know he must have brought it in. It’s also the only protein bar I like. All of others taste like sand.

I also know, that he doesn't eat these, always turns his nose up, says it tastes like soap. But he brought it. He made the conscious effort to grab one as he rushed to help with an emergency.

My throat tightens as I reach out and force myself not to snatch it out of his hand. He releases it into my shaky grip, hand hovering for a second before he drops it.

I feel like I owe him now. I hate it, so I pay him back by meeting his eye with as little ire as possible. I can’t examine why his consideration burns in a way his apathy cannot and never has.

He holds my gaze, quietly, kindly. Not reacting or uttering a word. Letting me test myself.

I break eye contact and shove the protein bar in my hoodie pocket. When I’m back to staring at the street, he seems to feel he can speak to me again.

“Six years and you’re still not taking care of yourself,” he says, “Patients suffer if you’re not operating at a hundred percent.”

I sigh, releasing a grieved breath and yet all of the hurt of the day remains lodged within.

“Okay, Abbott, I’m exhausted and so are you, could you save the lecture for another time?”

I feel him shake his head. “Can’t do that.”

“Why?” I say tightly.

His next words are so soft it feels like they don’t belong in the place we’re standing in. Doesn’t belong in the night that I know he uses to hide himself away in. He stands in his safe place and releases some real part of himself to me.

“Because I don’t see you,’ he says hoarsely. “I never see you anymore.”

I slowly turn my head to look at him, and he’s already watching me. I falter at the sincerity sitting boldly in his eyes.

I’ve never known what to do when he looks at me like that. I always shrink away, curl into myself defensively.

I do all that I’m capable of in my current state: I throw the sentiment I can’t decipher back in his face, but this time the words are too loaded, too heavy. They land right by my feet again.

“Well, that’s good for me isn’t it? I’ll never hear the lecture.”

A frustrated divot appears between his brows.“For someone so exhausted, you’re putting a lot of effort into fighting me.”

“I am exhausted!” I exclaim. “That’s why I’m fighting you, you fucker, I can’t talk to you when I’m—“

“Sad.” He finishes for me.

He’s right. He’s right again and I want him gone all the more because he’s articulated an emotion in myself that I didn’t even want to say out loud. He used to do that all the time when we were on shift together.

My emotions are something I struggle to offer up, they always come in a closed fist that someone would have to pry open to get to. With everyone else it works, but Abbott doesn’t need to pry, he just looks at me and sees what I’m trying to hide as if I'm wearing it.

He takes from me without touching me. He knows me, without my ever freely giving him anything.

I feel held hostage by his knowing of me, an intimacy he snatched in that very first week of my internship.

“You’re sad,” I throw back at him, furious at being perceived. I’ll hurt him by showing him I see him too. “You- you’ve always been sad. You hold it within you and don’t stop moving so you can ignore the feeling. You work at night so none of it sees the light of day.”

His eyes are the overspill. Seeking, searching for people he can help, a fight to throw himself into because he can’t bear to be stationary. Because it is all he knows and if he does stop, he fears he’d atrophy and never move again.

So maybe sad isn’t the right word, instead it’s a silent devastation that he harbours like a secret. He hasn’t successfully kept the secret from me, but I’ve kept it for him.

Abbott doesn’t react to what I’ve said. Instead, he steps closer, then in front of me. He ducks his head into my field of vision.

“I’m not lecturing you, Doctor,” he says, “I want to know that you will go home, eat and rest.”

“You forgot shower.” I grumble.

Abbott reaches up a hand and scrubs it over his weary face. “You are testing my patience. Six years and that’s not changing anytime soon, huh?”

“It’s a test you are voluntarily taking! You came over to me!”

“You were alone.” He says as if those three words are an acceptable answer. An obvious answer.

“And?” I prod.

It’s his turn to snap. “And- what do mean fucking and? We just went through hell and back! We lean on each other!” He hisses.

Abbott looks wrecked as the words spill out. They’re ragged, almost as if barbed, cutting his way up out of his throat.

“You don’t.” I say frankly. “You never lean on anyone, Jack.”

A sharp intake of breath. Then his head drops defeatedly, a strained admittance coming out of his mouth. “I did. Against my better judgement, I did lean on someone.“

“Did?” I question, curious despite myself. “Why the past tense?”

He lifts his head, his eyes back to searching me for…for what? For more to take? More to know?

What he comes out with, is a body blow. “You should be proud of yourself, for…all that you are.”

The blow has caused a crack, and I’m terrified of what will find its way out. “Hmm, I’ll pass on that.” I snark.

Abbott groans, deep and from his chest. “Christ, you’re a walking headache. Learn to take a compliment.”

“Haven’t you heard, Abbott? Pride comes before a fall.” I say, already trying to fill in that crack with feigned aloofness.

“No, you’re not falling any time soon,” he insists, “listen to Robbie. Be proud. Let your heart break, but don’t think it can’t be put back together. Feel the grief of this day.”

“Put my heart back together so it can break over and over?”

“That’s what this job is. It’s what we choose every day.”

My eyes prickle with unshed tears. “I…I don’t know that I can choose this anymore. This shift…I thought I had a hold of myself, that I could cope with whatever's thrown at me.” My voice breaks and I look to the ED entrance with watery eyes. “I couldn’t cope with this.”

Abbott takes a step, then another. He moves until the distance is closed, he’s looking down at me and we’re toe to toe.

“You did. Coping isn’t a lack of feeling.” He says huskily. “It’s staying on your feet. You’re on your feet. Exhausted and hurting, but standing.”

More tears rise, too much to hold in. They spill. One, then two, roll down my cheeks.

“Fuck.” I hiss, reaching up to furiously wipe them away. “Nope, not doing this in front of you.”

I try to take a step back, to put distance not between our bodies, but to between myself and the weight of his stare, the agony of his knowing. The pain of being perceived by a man who has always felt out of reach.

But, as I try to back away, Abbott’s hands fall on my arms. Not heavily- light, but comforting, like the first layer of snow. But he’s not cold. He’s warm and steady and holding me in place.

“Hey,” he says. I feel his attention sweep my face but all I can do is look down at his shoes. “You absolutely can do this in front of me. Just…stand still for a minute. Breathe.” The last word is a whisper on his own tremulous breath.

His voice trembles not in fear or anger, but I don’t know what it is.

There’s an unsteadiness unfurling in both of us as we stand there together. Something, somehow, blooming in the darkness of the night.

Unsteadiness has my head dropping and I sway forward, into him. My forehead brushes his chest. I don’t let myself lean on him, not fully, because then what will I do when he steps away? Fall?

I can’t let myself lean on him.

Abbott’s thumbs ghost over my skin, almost a soothing back and forth, as if he also knows he can’t press in.

I extricate myself from him as if tearing something asunder. I almost stagger back.

“Goodnight.” I look up at him, his dark eyes shining, more affecting than the starlight above.

He nods. Reluctantly. Resignedly. I can’t know. I don’t know that I want to.

“You take care of yourself.” He says, backing away himself. “Take care and come back.”

“I don’t know if I can.”

“You can and you will. You’re made for this. It’s in your goddamn bones. You’re the light of salvation, doctor.” Abbott says, giving me no room to resist. “And I will see you around.”

It’s not an order, but it’s not a plea either. Just like everything else with him…I have no goddamn clue.

“You never see me, remember?” I say.

Jack actually smiles then. It’s small, but it’s there. It’s painfully tender. Not painful for me, but as if in some way it hurts him. Something hurts him.

“If this job teaches you anything, doctor, it should be that anything and everything can change.” He begins to back away but stops himself. “You know what?…Robbie and I are going for a drink. Come.”

“You told me to go home.”

Abbott rolls his eyes. “Come for a drink. Then go.”

“Why?”

“So that I can see you sooner rather than later.”

Despite myself, I crack smile. “I—“

The ED doors open again and Robbie steps out into the night. He looks between us, eyes sparkling curiously before he focuses on me. With the hand still holding onto the strap of his backpack he lifts and finger and points. “You’re coming for a drink.”

My eyes drift to Jack. “It seems that I am. Good to show my face. Be seen.”

The three of us walk to the nearby benches and crack open a beer with our colleagues. But, I soon realise that more than anyone else, I'm with Abbott.

And I have no idea what to do with that feeling. Worse still, I don’t want the feeling to go away.

Part III - Pushing It Down

[freakattack]

Favorite obscure Mario characters?

GLOM

The light of my fucking life. As a lifelong koopalinghead and specifically iggyhead i slurped up the Nintendo Adventure Books like a slug slurps slime and obviously a connoisseur of my caliber would immediately latch onto this thing. It's a cloning machine Iggy made that turns sand into clones but more importantly it is a 15 ft tall clanking clunking contraption with googly eyes (to see what it's cloning, natch), a stack of CRT monitors that each display a different horror B-movie at all times, and a constant trail of slime oozing from its tank treads. If this is not your favorite Mario character of all time then you're an idiot.

2. DOUGHNUTEER

I might be the only person who cares about doughnuteer and I couldn't tell you why. Actually I can, it's because he reminds me of a little shrew

And I like doughnuts.

3. PIRANHA SUE

In addition to the Nintendo Adventure Books i also lapped up the corresponding Nintendo Comics System, which followed a similar continuity in the absence of more official sources of mario lore. I never appreciated piranha sue as much as I should have in my youth but after revisiting these comics a couple years ago i can safely say that she is the greatest bootleg piranha plant I have ever met and it is an honor to witness her evil human teeth. I want her in mario baseball.

4. HERMAN SMIRCH

Herman smirch is a terrible person and character but I am transfixed by his awfulness and so he is here. Growing up the Game Boy Comic was like the evil counterpart to the Nintendo Comics System, but now that I'm grown up and evil myself I can truly appreciate the depths of its depravity. The gist of Herman Smirch is that he is a shitty loser republican from new jersey who obtains a game boy that, through the will of Tatanga (who lives in the game boy), manipulates him into committing increasingly violent crimes until he has embroiled himself in an international military conflict. The game boy comic was supposed to make people want to buy the game boy but in practice placed it center stage in a slow burn of this already terrible man's spiral into insanity. What a yarn. I have shown a highlights reel of herman's wacky antics here but if you're too lazy to click that link then I at least want you to see this:

5. FRACKTAIL

Fracktail is comparatively not obscure at all but I don't care it's my list I'll cry if I want to. If I put fracktail here then I would technically be justified in also putting other mario rpg all-stars like Bowyer and TEC-XX and Valentina but I won't go that far, Fracktail can be here on their behalf. Anyway, the first time I saw this thing I screamed, because I thought I was going to have to fight it, and then it was friendly and then I loved it forever. And then a stupid bastardly clown came and destroyed everything and ruined my life but this isn't about him. I love you Fracktail and I wish you were still here. You didn't deserve that

6. HAL 9001

Moving on

7. WOOSTER

Before Toadsworth, there was Wooster. The original long-suffering butler to the Toadstools, Wooster was a Nintendo Comics System Special who presumably passed alongside the Mushroom King he served. There isn't much to say about his character beyond the typical trappings of Beleagured Butler, but there is one thing that makes him interesting to think about and that is the comic called "Wooster Quit". In "Wooster Quit", every Mario character is FLABBERGASTED because Wooster Quit, and they can't imagine a life without Wooster. So the whole comic is about everybody trying to get Wooster back and of course Wooster comes back and the status quo is restored. But the premise of casting this mario OC as an essential player in these characters' lives is funny to me in a meta sense because we very much do live a life without Wooster. We are living in a post-Wooster world. It just goes to show that no matter how obscure you are, you are important to someone. Even if that someone is me.

8. ROACHIE

Roachie is the cockroach living in Wario's brain. One morning, she crawled up his nose, which Wario was horrified by but not for the reason you might think: "Is little roachie gone for good?!?!!?" As a devout cockroach appreciator, I was touched by Wario's genuine concern for God's most darling creature. Fortunately, little roachie was not indeed gone for good, because that very night, Wario heard her walking around inside his skull. Yippie! Hooray! We can only hope that she is living a nice life up there to this day. Hope is all we have.

9. BRAWL DOLL

This will come as no surprise to those who know me, but if you don't know me: fellas, I fucking love ventriloquist dolls. Charlie mccarthy was my idol growing up. I'll never be half the dummy he was. So a wario-branded wooden doll is basically my ant bait. Brawl Doll is what Geno could have been if Square wasn't full of squares.

10. THE BEETLES 'R' US SNIFIT

They put me in a mario game

[tf2occontest]

The Therapist VS THE HUNTER VS The Barman

(Full matchup list here)

Alright team, here's a recap: This is a contest to determine who amongst you will take the top of the leaderboards and be hired at TFI! Simply put, whoever gets the most votes gets to move on, and whoever doesn't... Well. They'll be put down swiftly and cleanly. :}

So, mann your stations, because here are your next contestants! Vote for your favorite mercenary who you want to win the TF2 OC Contest! - P

OC INFO UNDER THE CUT!

We highly encourage you to take a peek to make your decision!

The Therapist

@hazardtoons

Image credit: @/hazardtoons

You wouldn’t expect an organisation like Team Fortress Industries to invest in something like mental health treatment for its hardened soldiers. The one giving them this generous care is a woman only known by those who work at the company as Therapist - a seemingly well-intentioned lady there to give everything from a shoulder to cry on to someone to seek advice from.

There is a catch, however. Not all the information she gathers from her clients is used for good. Underlying that comforting presence is another tool of oppression used in the company.

THE HUNTER

@scozthewoz

Image credit: @/scozthewoz

hailing from the london countrysides of the united kingdom, this insatiable butcher with the cheshire grin is a teenage expert at the art of paid homocide, despite how squirrely she may look! her presentation is a vauge riddle, hinted at with hyena-like cackles, a cruelty behind her constantly bared teeth she tends to mask as friendliness. she prides herself on her toys, each of them meticulously handmade and carefully hidden like snakes in the sand, every beartrap or snare serving nicely to hold her prey in place and maim them as it does so just in case one pesky rabbit weasles out! this viscera-lusting vermin prefers a more hands-on approach when she crawls out of the walls to play, often putting her guns to the wayside in favour of her beloved knife -- and on occasion, her teeth.

a taste of blood goes a long way for her motivation, you know.. why don't we give her a little push?

The Barman (Thomas Armstrong)

@trypo-p

Image credit: @/trypo-p

Born and raised in Stratford, Ontario, Barman is an affable gentleman who specializes in the art of mixology. Among the mercenaries, Barman is relatively tame in comparison; he gets along with everyone and is seen as an almost "parental" figure to most of the team. Whether it be telling old stories of his life back in Canada, or smacking Scout on the back of his neck for forgetting his manners, he has his ways of making the team remember that he's their elder.

Most of the man's time is spent in his makeshift bar in the team's base, or in his own room. That, of which, contains a multitude of model train sets. Sadly Barman was unable to live his dream of becoming a train conductor, but he can still lose himself in the fantasy when he's alone in his room with his models.

When he's in his bar, however, he gets to have casual conversation among his teammates. During his time working for the team he had become quite friendly with Demoman and Spy, often spending nights with them at the bar after a long battle. He'd listen to everyones worries, give them advice, then laugh the rest of the night away to lighten up the mood.

[daniiwrites]

Ties That Bind - Chapter 2

Pairing: Aaron Pierre and OC, Jade Laurent

Warnings: Minors DNI. Language. Hints of smut.

Summary: Now that the cat is out of the bag, Jade and Aaron begin to get to know one another, to see if there's more there than they initially believed.

Rebuilding my tag list, so please let me know if you'd like to be added.

Chapter 2: 

“What do you mean pregnant?? How the fuck is she pregnant?”

Aaron sighed softly as he looked over at Kelvin, slight irritation etched into his feline like features. His friend paced back and forth in front of him, seeming more upset about the news than Aaron himself.

“Did your parents not tell you how babies are made, Kel?”

“I mean, y’all didn’t use a condom?”

“Used quite a few of them. Guess one didn’t hold up. I don’t know. That night got pretty wild.”

“How do you know the baby is even yours? Are you gonna ask her for a DNA test?”

“It’s mine, Kel. She’s not like that. Hell, she didn’t even care that I’m an actor. And lets be real, it’s not like I’m rolling in money.” “Yet,” he corrected, shooting Aaron a pointed look.

“You’re right. Yet.”

Aaron cleared his throat before taking another sip of the whiskey Kelvin had poured him immediately after hearing that he was soon to become a father.

“She comes from a good family. She doesn’t need money from me. Her dad is Vincent Laurent.”

Kelvin narrowed his eyes as he wracked his brain for why that name sounded familiar. 

“The real estate guy?”

“Mmhmm…”

“Damn. How’d you meet her again?” 

“That afterparty in December… She’s friends with my stunt double and he invited her to the premiere.”

“How do you know it’s not his kid?”

“Cause I was the one who was all over her that night.”

“So what are you going to do?”

Aaron shrugged, taking another small sip of whiskey.

“Tell my parents… hope they aren’t too disappointed. Be a dad. I mean, honestly, what am I supposed to do? Stick my head in the sand and act like this isn’t happening? I can’t do that… My kid doesn’t deserve that and neither does she.”

“Have you told your team yet?”

“Absolutely not. Hell, I’ve only had a couple of days to wrap my head around it.”

“You are… startlingly calm about this. I would be losing my shit if some girl told me she was pregnant with my kid.”

“I’m still processing it. I wanted more from her before I found out about the baby. Despite the circumstances surrounding me getting her pregnant, I was actually interested in her that night. Very much so. And I am kind of excited. I’ve always wanted kids. Between the two of us, we can definitely afford to take care of a kid. And of all the women I could have gotten pregnant, at least I picked one who’s gorgeous and smart as hell. You know she went to Howard and got her masters from Cambridge? My baby’s gonna be a little genius.”

Kelvin snickered, shaking his head as he looked over at his friend.

“Well, you seem determined to do this, so, I got your back.”

“Appreciate that.”

—

They really should call morning sickness all fucking day sickness. Jade had been in the bathroom of her office puking for the last half hour. There was nothing left in her stomach and she was exhausted. She dragged herself up from the toilet and began to brush her teeth. Her pitch meeting from earlier had gone well and her calendar was clear for the rest of the day. She was strongly considering finishing out her work day from the comfort of her couch with Netflix to keep her company. She reapplied her lipstick and fluffed her hair in the mirror. 

“You got this, Jade…”

When she stepped back into her office, there was a large bouquet of blood red roses sitting on the small table near her sitting area. With a little smile on her face, she walked over, plucking the card from the bouquet.

“I can never thank you enough for the gift you’re giving us. I hope you’re feeling better. With love, AP.”

The man wasn’t even here and he was making her swoon. That’s how Chloe caught her when she popped in a few moments later, a cup of tea in her hand.

“Oooooh who are those from? They are absolutely beautiful. I brought you some ginger tea for your stomach.”

“Thank you, Chloe.”

She took a small sip of the tea, prepared with honey just the way she loved.

“You take such good care of me.”

“Like you haven’t taken care of me your whole life…” Chloe plucked the card from Jade’s hand and read it with a little smile. Smooth… real smooth. Jade smiled over at her little cousin, incredibly grateful to have someone like her firmly in her corner. 

“How did he take the news? She asked, nodding towards Jade’s still flat belly.

“Shockingly well. Honestly, I’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

“I mean, it’s not like you got knocked up on your own.”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t have to be around. I googled him the other day and he’s kind of becoming a big deal… C’mere. Look at this.”

Jade dragged Chloe over to her laptop, quickly pulling up his appearance on the Jennifer Hudson Show.

“Aaron Pierre- that’s Mufasa!”

She couldn’t help the little giggle that bubbled up from inside her as she watch him dance down the spirit tunnel. She found it kinda dorky and super cute.

“Girl, your baby daddy is a whole meme.”

“And I didn’t even know who he was at the party. Not a clue. I just thought he was fine as hell. How did I not know who he was? The man is everywhere. I saw him on Entertainment Tonight last night..”

“I mean… you thought right. The man is fine as hell. I saw some of the comments under that video before they turned them off and those women are going feral for him. It’s kinda crazy.”

“Yeah… You know he’s called and checked in on me every day since he found out? Multiple times a day? Sent little gift baskets to the office…”

“That’s sweet. Bare minimum, but sweet. Have you two talked about how you’re gonna handle the munchkin?”

“He’s based here in LA for the next year because of some new show he’s on. We haven’t gotten too deep into custody agreements. Nothing like that. We’re still in the getting to know each other stage.”

“Yeah, usually people do that part first,” Chloe joked, ducking when Jade tossed a pen at her. “What about when he goes home? I’m gonna assume he’s not moving to the states just yet, huh?”

“He’s undecided. According to him, he’s seeing where things go work wise. So I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it…”

Chloe plopped down in the soft leather chair in front of Jade’s desk, crossing her long legs as she narrowed her gaze on her favorite cousin.

“And what about you? How are you handling all this?”

“Excited… grateful. Terrified. What if I’m not good at this? What if the baby gets here and he changes his mind and then I really do have to do this on my own?”

“First of all, you’re gonna be an amazing mom and this kid is lucky as hell to have you. Secondly, if he turns out to be a deadbeat, you got me.”

Jade shot her a grateful smile.

“When are you going to tell your parents?”

“Aaron suggested he just meet them first and tell them we’re dating. That way when the I drop the baby news, it’s not outta nowhere.”

“That’s a smart idea. Uncle Vincent is still gonna freak when he finds out. I think your mom is mainly going to be excited to be a grandma. If anyone deserves to be a grandma, it’s that woman.”

Thoughts of her mom brought a smile to her face. Jasmine Laurent was truly a powerhouse of a woman and Jade couldn’t have asked for a better mom. She actually was looking forward to telling her mom and soaking up all her parenting wisdom. Even if things didn’t end up working out with Aaron, her mom and Chloe would never let her down.

“She’s gonna be an amazing grandma… You know I cant help but to wonder about just how this all worked out. I’ve always wanted to be a mom and have a family. But I’m not supposed to be able to get pregnant on my own. And in waltzes this handsome man who completely upends my life and gives me the one thing I’ve always wanted. Sounds like a Hallmark movie.”

“Do you actually like him?”

“I don’t know him yet. But he’s gorgeous and gave me the absolute best night of my entire life. But I’d like to get to know him... see where it goes. Even if it doesn’t turn into anything, I still want to know what kind of man the father of my child is.”

The quiet buzz of her cell phone brought their conversation to a pause. Jade quickly checked the caller ID, unable to hide the little smile that tugged at the corners of her lips when she saw it was his name lighting up her screen.

“Hello?”

“Hey mama…” 

That deep rich baritone had her clenching her thighs together and her nipples tightening behind the silk of her bra. Instantly she was flooded with the memory of him talking her through it, his big body on top of hers and his breath in her ear. Aaron had recently taken to calling her the affectionate little nickname and she found that she loved it way more than she should at this point.

“How are you? Are you working?”

“I actually just got wrapped earlier than I expected. Wanted to see if perhaps you wanted to grab an early dinner? I can come to you if that’s easier.”

“I-,” she glanced down at her outfit. “I’d love that. What time are you thinking?”

“Gonna take me at least an hour to get to you from Burbank. How does six work? Give you time to get even prettier than you already are for me.”

The heat in her cheeks came back with a vengeance. 

“Six is perfect. And thank you for my flowers. They’re beautiful.”

“You’re very welcome. Can you do me a favor?

“Maybe… what’s the favor?”

“Wear a dress for me tonight. One that’s your favorite color.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” she said with a little smirk.

“I’ll see you soon, mama.”

Jade hung the phone up, a little smile on her face as she glanced over at her cousin.

“Your calendar is clear for the rest of the day. Please go ride that man to kingdom come cause you look like you’re about ready to fuck him through the phone.”

Jade scoffed as she stood and grabbed her bag, slipping her laptop inside.

“I am not having sex with him. That’s what got me in this situation in the first place.”

“Why not? It’s not like you can get pregnant again.”

“Because we shouldn’t complicate things anymore than they already are.”

“Babe… you’re pregnant with your one night stand’s baby. It’s already pretty damn complicated. Plus, you said you wanted to get to know him...see where this goes. I suggest seeing if y’alls chemistry is legit or if it was just an alcohol fueled romp gone wrong.”

“Chloe…”

“You know I’m right.”

“Goodbye,” Jade said with a little laugh. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Love you!”

“Love you too.”

Thankfully, traffic was better than usual and she made it back to her Manhattan Beach home in less time than usual. Once inside, she tossed her bag on her sofa before beelining it straight to her bedroom. Although she was serious about not sleeping with him, she still wanted to look absolutely delicious for him tonight. There was something about him that made her want to drive him crazy. The way those green eyes darkened when they’d settled on her that night was still fresh in her mind. He’d looked like a hunter who’d sighted his prey. She wanted him to look at her like that all the time.

Hot water poured over her smooth brown skin and she sighed softly, lathering up with her favorite vanilla caramel scented body wash. When her fingers drifted across her belly, she found herself wondering what she’d look like when she was showing. What would Aaron’s reaction to her pregnant body be? He seemed to love her breasts and hips, practically worshipping her body the entirety of their night together. Her nipples peaked and she shivered as she remembered how good the hot lash of his tongue felt against her overheated skin. She’d never been with a man like him before, one who took the time to get to know the curves and peaks of her body. Those massive hands and wicked mouth had worked her into a frenzy before she'd even reached for his pants. By the time she got him naked, her body had already been on the precipice of one of the biggest orgasms of her life.

Honoring his request, she picked a pretty orange body con dress, complete with a pair of strappy heels. Her pretty brown skin was moisturized and radiant and for the first time since discovering her pregnancy, she actually felt like she was glowing. A quick glance at her phone let her know that she only had a few minutes before Aaron was due at her place. She headed back downstairs and let her dog in from the backyard, grinning when the big black Shepard nuzzled her hand.

“How’s my sweet girl?” 

From the moment she’d brought Kali home as a tiny little puppy, she’d felt a kind of love she’d never known before. Kali was her protector and the one creature that loved her unconditionally, expecting nothing in return except love. She offhandedly wondered if Aaron liked dogs… Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a soft knock at her front door. 

He was here.

Butterflies kicked up in her belly as she made her way towards the door and she didn’t know why. The need to impress him, to make him want her again was unfamiliar to Jade and she swallowed hard as she pulled the heavy oak door open. Aaron stood there, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he let his eyes drift over her. Goddamn… she was perfect. 

“These are for you.”

Jade tore her eyes from his fine ass face to see the bouquet of stargazer lilies he held in his hand.

“Thank you,” she murmured softly, taking the flowers from him and stepping back so he could come inside. “They’re beautiful.”

“You’re welcome. You look…incredible.”

Heat flashed in his eyes and Jade felt the answering pulse in her clit. Down girl. Kali ran up to him, curious about the strange man in her home. Her tag wagged softly as she sniffed him.

“This is Kali.”

Aaron squatted down in front of her, a huge grin on his face as the Shepard nuzzled at his hand. 

“Hi Kali… Hi sweet girl. Beautiful like your mama, I see.”

Jade couldn’t help the little smile on her face as she quickly put her flowers in a vase, keeping a close eye on her dog and Aaron.

“She doesn’t usually take to men like this…”

“Guess that’s good thing since she’s going to be seeing a lot of me, huh?”

“Is she?”

Those hazel-green eyes of his met hers as he rose to his full height, forcing her to look up at him. His eyes briefly dropped down to her lips before meeting her steady gaze.

“I plan to be around for whatever you need… whatever our baby needs. So yes, she should get used to me.”

Jade nibbled her bottom lip as she felt her heart thudding in her chest. He was saying all the right things so far, but this was the easy part. She’d see if he’d be around for the four am feedings and diaper changes. As much as she wanted to hope for the best, she had to be realistic about this. It was safer to just expect the worst. No disappointment that way.

“You mind if I wash my hands real quick?” He asked, motioning to her kitchen sink.

“Of course…”

Jade grabbed her purse, waiting for him to make his way back over to her. For a man of his size, he moved so damn silently. Once outside, he guided her over to his sleek SUV with a hand at the small of her back. It seemed crazy to her that this man had already seen her naked and yet a hand on her back was making her pussy leap with joy. Hormones.. it must be the hormones. She’d already started reading pregnancy books and was very aware that her hormones would be going haywire over the next nine or so months. 

His hand shot out before hers could, opening the passenger door for her and helping her inside. Jade couldn’t help but watch him as he walked around the front of the car, licking her lips when she caught the little dip in his stride. She knew she was down bad if the way the man walked was doing it for her. 

Conversation was light and easy as they drove towards The Strand House. Aaron couldn’t help the way his gaze kept drifting down to her bare thighs as he drove. He was trying his hardest to be a gentleman, but goddamn. The woman was a walking sexpot and there was something deeper, something that felt almost primal in the way he desired her now. Maybe it was the flourishing of life they’d created together. He wasn’t sure what it was but he felt this… almost magnetic pull towards her. After handing off the car keys to the valet, he opened her car door, reaching in to help her out. Even in her heels, she still barely came up to his shoulder.

“What’s that smile for?”

“You’re so tiny.”

His hand slid to her lower back as she glared indignantly up at him, only further proving his point by the way she had to crane her neck to even look up at him.

“Don’t look at me like that. You know it’s true.”

“I am a very average height, thank you very much.”

Jade couldn’t hide the laughter in her voice as they were led to their booth by the hostess. It was relatively private, tucked away in the corner of the restaurant. She scooted in, nibbling her bottom lip when he slid in closely behind her. The warmth from his thigh seeped into her bare thigh and she shivered.

“Are you cold?”

The intensity in those golden green eyes of his, framed with the kind of dark lashes she paid for, temporarily rendered her unable to think. She just shook her head, tearing her eyes away from his. Jade didn’t miss the way his broad shoulders shook as he chuckled. 

“You make me nervous…”

Her voice was soft and unusually timid. His gaze met hers again and this time, there was a little crease in his brow that she wanted to rub away with the pad of her thumb.

“Why? I don’t want you to be nervous around me. I want you to feel comfortable.”

“I do feel comfortable… that’s what makes me nervous. I’m not usually this comfortable with people I’ve just met.” She swallowed hard before continuing. “You make me feel like this is all going to be ok.”

Whatever he was going to say was interrupted when their waitress approached, handing them menus with a too big smile directed at Aaron. Once she’d made her retreat, Aaron turned his body more towards her, giving her his full attention.

“I know you don’t know me yet and my word means nothing to you, but I meant what I said. I do want to get to know you. And I want to be there for my child. Even if this,” he motioned between the two of them, “goes nowhere romantically, I will always be there for you as the father of our baby. I don’t want my child growing up feeling unloved or unwanted. Whatever I have to do to make sure the both of you are good, I’ll do.”

Her dark eyes searched his and he prayed that she saw the sincerity in him. It would take more than words to convince her. The only thing that would was time.

“How are you feeling about it now that you’ve had some time to think?”

“Happy honestly. This isn’t how I expected to become a father for the first time, but I love kids. I’ve always wanted them.”

“Me too. I’ve always wanted to be a mom.”

“Before, you said you didn’t think this was possible for you? Can I ask why?”

“Essentially, I don’t ovulate the way I’m supposed to. A few years ago, I had some eggs frozen in the hopes that I’d get married one day and we could try with IVF. But I guess… I don’t know. I guess the universe had different plans.”

Aaron nodded and she could see the thoughts behind those mercurial eyes of his. 

“Have you told your parents yet?”

“No… no… My mom is going to be so excited, but my dad…” she sighed, dropping her gaze to the table. “He’s going to be disappointed. I’m not married and he is very traditional.”

Aaron reached over, taking her small hand in his. His thumb stroked back and forth across the satin soft skin of her palm and the rhythmic motion comforted her.

“We can tell them together. I mean, if you want to. We don’t have to tell them the actual circumstances if that makes you uncomfortable.”

“I think I’d like that.”

The corner of his mouth tilted up in a little smile and she couldn’t help but to smile back at his fine ass. Damn… drunk her had picked a good one. Their waitress made her return to their table and took their orders. Jade crossed her legs, turning her attention back to Aaron.

“Tell me about yourself… The stuff I can’t find online. What’s your favorite book?”

“Like my comfort read or a book that changed me?”

“Ooooh…. Good distinction. Both.”

“Comfort read is most definitely Bloodchild by Octavia Butler. And when I was a teenager, my mother gave me a James Baldwin book called Notes of a Native Son. Blew my mind…”

“You just earned major brownie points for that one,” she said with a little laugh. “My mom’s favorite author is James Baldwin.”

“Smart woman. What about you?”

“Uhhh…. I don't have a specific comfort book, but I love a good thriller. The In Death series by J.D. Robb has never disappointed me. And a book that changed my life…. Oh… Bell Hooks’ All About Love. That one sat with me for a very long time after I finished it.”

“I haven’t read that one.”

“It’s beautifully written. I love the way she explores love beyond just romance, especially in this day and age. I have a copy if you’d like to read it.”

“I’d appreciate that.”

The way his deep voice dripped like honey made her nipples pebble beneath the thin fabric of her dress. How did the man make talking about books sexy? Almost as if he knew how he was affecting her, his eyes dropped to her breasts and Jade knew there was no way he could miss her body’s reaction to him. She could feel the flush in her skin deepen when he dragged his eyes back up to her face. 

“I know I said it earlier, but you look so beautiful tonight. I appreciate you wearing this for me.”

“Thank you, Aaron..”

“Mmm…” His voice rumbled in his chest. “I love the way you say my name.”

“You like making me blush, don’t you?”

“Might be my new favorite thing. I like making you do a lot of things.”

The way he was looking at her right now…the man was thinking a lot nastier than just making her blush. This time she didn’t look away, holding his gaze. Two could play this game. Aaron chuckled darkly when she matched his stare. Sure, making her blush was his new favorite past time, but bringing out this new side of her did it for him.

“You look so beautiful with my baby inside you. Did you know that? You were stunning that night. I remember I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. But now… baby doll, you are positively radiant.”

Her breath caught in her throat at his loaded compliment. Maybe it was because she was pregnant. Maybe it was because he was so fucking handsome. There was some kind of pull in her towards him. Jade couldn’t quite put words to it yet but it both fascinated her and scared her. They were supposed to be getting to know one another and all she wanted to do in this very moment was push the table back and straddle him right here in the restaurant, all the other patrons be damned. 

“How am I supposed to be getting to know you when you distract me so easily?”

The tip of his tongue flicked out to wet his bottom lip and his smile was downright wicked.

“Now you know how I feel. I’m sitting here trying to get to know the woman I’m tied to for the rest of my life but you’re so damn pretty, I cant focus on anything except how you felt that night. I’m trying very hard to be a gentleman, mama. I really am.”

He was lost the moment those dark brown eyes of hers filled with mirth and she leaned in even closer to him.

“What if I didn’t want you to be a gentleman right now?”

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[aphroditsdaughter]

IAMGONNAGETYOUBACK

told my friends, “i hate you but i love you just the same”

paige bueckers x OC (part 2 to guilty as sin) but can be read as a standalone

pretty heavy stuff don’t read if you’re under 18 or do im not responsible for your media consumption (all of the photos and graphics are from pinterest and belong to their original creators) also POV changes

like, feedback and comments are always appreciated!!

Paige’s mouth slips from between my thighs, her lips wet with me, her breath brushing across my skin like smoke. My body is still reeling, boneless and trembling, but she doesn’t give me space to breathe. She’s already climbing up my body, eyes dark with the kind of hunger that never fades.

“You think I’m done with you?” she whispers into my neck. Her voice is velvet-wrapped steel. “Cmon Pia you know you got another left one in you”

I don’t even have the strength to answer. I shake my head, already aching again.

“No?” she growls, kissing me hard biting my lower lip until I moan. “you’re a better liar than that? aren’t you?”

She shifts her body, gripping my thighs, spreading me wide, her strength effortless. She presses her core to mine wet, hot, aching. Our slick folds slide against each other, a slow, molten grind that makes me gasp.

“Fuck—Paige…”

“I want you to feel me,” she breathes, forehead to mine. “Every time you go home to him. Every time you look at him across that dinner table, wearing that pretty little lie of a smile.”

Each word is a knife wrapped in silk.

“You can love him, hate me, lie to my face I don’t care,” she says, voice rising with each thrust of her hips. “You’ll still come crawling back. You always do.”

She begins to move, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles, her clit brushing mine with every pass, every drag of her wet heat against mine. The friction is maddening. Our bodies slide together with a rhythm that's cruel and beautiful all at once.

With Paige it’s not just sex—it’s a haunting. A claiming.

Every time we were together, I could feel it—that quiet urgency in the way she touched me, the way her eyes lingered a second too long, as if she needed to stake her claim all over again. It wasn’t possessive, not exactly. It was more like a ritual, like drawing a boundary in the sand just to feel safe, even knowing the tide would come. I’d made her feel that way, like I was always half a breath from leaving, something wild and unpromised. So she marked me in small ways: with the press of her hand on my back, with silence that said more than words, with looks that burned like questions she couldn’t ask. And I let her. Not because I belonged to her, but because in those moments, I wanted to

Her hands grip my hips tight, holding me in place while she fucks me with her body, her voice, her rage, and her tenderness twisted together like vines choking a rose.

“I’m gonna get you back,” she whispers against my mouth, almost tender now. “Maybe not the way you think. Maybe not even the way you want.”

Her teeth graze my throat. “But you’ll remember this. When you’re in bed with him, thinking of me. When he touches you and you flinch, because it’s not the way I do.”

I whimper, overwhelmed her words, her rhythm, her dominance crashing over me like a tide.

“And maybe I’ll get you back by loving you more than he ever could,” she hisses. “Or maybe I’ll ruin you so thoroughly this time, no one else will even try.”

She grinds harder now, faster, our clits dragging against each other in slick, perfect friction. I feel her shaking above me, her muscles tense, sweat slicking her chest. Our nipples brush with every thrust. We’re skin to skin, heart to heart, sin to sin.

“Say it,” she demands. “Say you’re mine.”

I hesitate—but only for a second. My body’s too far gone, my pleasure cresting again like a wave crashing before I can pull away.

“I’m yours,” I cry out, voice breaking apart in her mouth.

But it’s a lie.

And we both know it.

The words taste like betrayal as they leave my lips sweet and sour, soaked in guilt. My body is hers in this moment, yes. My heart too. But I’m not going to leave him. Not tomorrow. Not next week. Probably not ever.

I say I’m yours with her hand between my thighs and his ring still faintly ghosting the skin on my finger. I say it because I want to believe it, even as something inside me recoils.

And Paige doesn’t stop. She doesn’t flinch. But I feel it the way her body stills for a half-second, like my voice cracked something open in her. Like she caught the hollow behind the words.

But she pushes through it. Forces the truth out of me through touch, through pressure, through pain.

“I’m yours,” I sob again, chasing the high, chasing the lie. “I’m yours.”

And I come undone, again, for her. My orgasm hits like a storm, tearing through me loud, desperate, consuming. I cry out her name, clutching her back, clawing her shoulders as my body arches into hers. for the woman I never left, not really. My body clenches around the lie and spills over, pleasure ripping through me so hard I feel the guilt burning right behind it.

She comes with me, her moan strangled, gasping my name into my mouth, her nails sinking into my waist as our slick bodies grind together, frantic and wild and so close it feels like we're trying to disappear into each other.

For a moment, there’s only the sound of our panting, the cooling sweat on our skin, the silent space between heartbeats.

Then she speaks—soft, but sharp.

“I hope he feels it,” she says. “Every time I fuck it out of you.”

She lies back beside me, tangled in the sheets, not touching anymore. Just breathing. Just watching.

And I lie there beside her, skin still buzzing, thighs still slick, knowing I’m going to get up in a few hours and go back to a man who doesn’t make me feel even half of this.

The morning light spills through the blinds, soft and relentless, kissing my skin with an unforgiving warmth that makes my stomach churn, making me squint and groan as I roll over. I’m tangled in sheets, half of my body still pressed against Paige’s, her chest rising and falling in a deep, peaceful sleep. If it weren’t for the tangled mess of our limbs and the reminder of last night’s chaos, it would almost feel like a normal morning. Almost

“Paige. Get up.”

“Paige, please. He’s going to be home soon.”

My voice cuts the air. Too sharp. Too cold. Like I didn’t just fall apart in her hands.

She groans into the pillow, her voice muffled but dripping with annoyance.

“Bro, what are you even doing?”

Still half-asleep, she stared at her like I was the one acting out of pocket. My head was heavy, heart heavier.

Last night, she said she’d leave him. Promised, even. But with Pia, the truth always shows up wearing half a disguise.

Now she’s pacing. Panicking. watching me like I’m the stranger. Like I’m not the same woman she just had shaking under her fingers, begging her name into the mattress.

“You’re seriously asking me what I’m doing?” I say, pulling on jeans with shaking hands. “I’m trying to get you out before my husband walks through that door and sees the Dallas Wings’ star point guard half-naked in our fucking bed!”

My voice cracks. Panic now curling around the edges of my words.

“and you’re over here acting like it’s brunch time.”

I say it with more urgency than I meant to, but panic’s starting to set in. It’s almost like I’m talking to myself at this point, more than to Paige. I need her to leave, but she’s making it impossible.

“Paige, please. It’s almost nine. His flight must’ve landed like forty minutes ago”

she rolls her eyes. unbothered

She lets out an exaggerated sigh, and I can almost hear her thinking, “Are you serious right now?”

“So you don’t even know when your own husband is arriving home? Wow, Pia. I mean, cheating on him a thousand times wasn’t enough? You can’t even remember when he’s coming home to you?”

“Paige…”

She stands, finally, in that slow, feline way she always does like she owns the air around her. Like there’s no version of this where she loses me.

“That’s a shame” she says, slipping her shirt on without looking at me. “I was hoping for a second round.”

I wanted to punch her. Dead in the mouth.

But that would mean I’d have to bruise the perfect curve of her jaw, the nose I’ve kissed like a prayer.

Maybe I should. Maybe the pain would help me forget.

“I swear to God—”

“Alright, alright,” she cuts m off, raising her hands like a surrender.

“I’ll go. Don’t worry.”

But then she flashes that smile. That smile—the one that used to make me forget my own name. The one that made me say “I do” and hear her voice instead of his.

I’m pulling on my clothes in silence. She’s quiet too. Not mad just… disappointed.

And maybe a little cruel about it.

She lets out a sigh, low and heavy. “Nothing,” she says when I ask what’s wrong.

But it’s not nothing. It never is.

She wants me to ask her to stay. Wants me to say I’ll finally leave him. Wants me to make this real.

But I won’t.

So she grabs her keys. Shrugs her jacket on.

No kiss goodbye. No goodbye at all.

Because if she kisses me, I won’t let her leave.

And if she asks me to stay, I’ll say yes.

Even if I mean no.

But she doesn’t ask.

She just slams the door behind her.

And in the silence she leaves, I hear it echo—

I’m gonna get you back.

Not now.

Not gently.

But she will.

Because Paige?

She doesn’t lose.

Not without burning something down first.

[miange1]

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 — De'angelo 'angel' Perez

black riverside: is a series by me; it will be a series filled with gang violence, clubbing, pimping, cheating, gang wars, etc. there are mainly two gangs who hate each other, that being the 63rds and the Black Disciples Gang (if you get why i love you). it will consist of mlm, wlw, and mlw. i hope to take this series seriously.

tw: male reader, popsicle sucking(?), unintentional seducing, minor public sex, teasing, sweat kink (not really), blow jobs, use of good boy, face fucking, ball mention

back round: de'angelo is bisexual, and mainly into men. he has a history of killing and abusing(hitting) past partners but refuses to talk about it with the reader, wanting him to know he's a changed man. he's running with the 63rds but reader does not know, and he intends to keep it that way so he doesn't have to kill another person he loves. reminder i do not know these people as the reference photos, they are what they LOOK LIKE. person in the photo is not my oc

he just needed to get away, and this was the perfect way to do it. being on a beach trip with his boyfriend. he packed no guns, no bullshit, no 'just in case' items. just some swim stuff, and the love of his life.

now, everything was going okay. you two sun bathed, played in the water, kissed, all that good stuff. but you absolutely had to be a tease on the day off.

the two of you had gotten popsicles, and you got a blue raspberry one while he got an orange soda flavored one. he'd hold your hand as you two walked along the shore, others playing, little kids running around, and balls being bounced.

but then he'd look over, wanting to say something only to see the popsicle half way down your throat and your hand on the stick pushing it deeper inside. he'd watch as you'd take it out, swirl your tongue at the top of it while juice dripped at your chin only for you to extend your tongue and lick that up too.

he'd hope to god the growing bulge pressed against his thigh wasn't showing through. but fuck that tongue.

he'd heard another loud slurp, and you'd come to a stop looking over at him. "you okay?" you said.

one moment the two of you would be walking together, the next moment your knees were buried into the sand, popsicle long gone and replaced by his girth shoving itself down your throat. both of his hands on either side of your face, shoving you up and down upon his cock.

the two of you resided behind a popsicle stand, ironic enough. your throat gaped around his tip, as of trying to take him in deeper and swallow him hole.

"fuck..look at ya, mouth full'a cock." his hips started to buck, then blatantly thrusting into your warmth. his full balls slapped against your chin and your eyes being with tears. you hadn't even been using your tongue anymore, he was just fucking into your mouth for his own pleasure.

all you could do was gurgle and gag, gripping and scratching at the back of his thighs. "yeah— swallow me up like that, good boy."

he'd wince, writhing up and shaking. no popsicle could make you feel this good could it? make your eyes roll back and cross, have you clawing at his legs, back arching and shit.

weren't you just a pretty sight for sore eyes.

he sucked a wince through his teeth, yanking your head back and keeping a good grip on your hair. he squeezed, groaning deeply as his other hand went to his dick and jerking himself off for more stimulation.

"shit— oh fuck.." his length twitched a few, before erupting all over your face. his cum oozed and stuck and dripped along your face and slipping off your chin.

the white coating your skin made you look so gorgeous. the way your tongue dipped out to take a quick lick. "mhm, look at your cute self. get up and turn around f'me. we ain't done."

[miserybread]

Oblivious, stoic Oc x Lovestruck, delinquent M!reader

This oneshot is more like a prologue to the main events of the story.

cw: brief mention of a wound

1k words

"Hey, wanna play hide and seek?" You asked, looking down at the boy who boy tucked his knees into himself, tracing random lines into the sand

"Mm." He let out a small hum with a brief nod, standing up and looking at you.

You never understood what this kid's deal was. He felt more like a ghost than an actual person, always sitting alone, playing alone. His replies were a mixture of short, monotone hums and brief words as his gaze bore into the recipient's eyes. Creepy. At least that's what all the other kids thought.

"Ugh. Do we really have to play Arlo? He's so weird!" That was the usual response you'd get whenever you wanted to include him in the game of tag.

Kids are mean, not even bothering to soften their words or at least spare victims from hearing them.

Arlo never said anything about what others thought about him, not even a hint of hurt graced his features at their weird looks or hushed whispers. It somehow made you even more angry. How was he so unbothered!? Your fists clenched, your teeth gritting back the words you wanted to scream back at them.

"Calm down." That's all he said, giving brief glances to your hands and face as once more, another kid didn't want Arlo to be included in one of their games

But that didn't stop the fist that was colliding right into their cheek. It didn't stop you from pushing the kid down, grabbing and tugging on their hair.

The sound of the bell ringing rang in the stuffy and crowded high school walls, signaling the time for class. You felt small prickles of pain on your forehead.

"(name). Are you zoning out again?" Arlo asked, his tone laced with a hint of annoyance. You could pick it out of his usual monotone voice since you've been friends for so long

"Huh? Yeah... My bad." You replied, snapping out of your trip down memory lane. "Ow!" You let out a soft hiss as the swab disinfectant brushed against your wound, earning you a sigh from Arlo.

"We're graduating in a few months. Get yourself together. You'll get kicked out of every college if you keep getting into fights," Arlo simply stated, pressing the swab a tad firmer into the side of your forehead—a reminder of the consequence of your fight.

You let off a groan. "I know, I know. If they're gonna run their mouth about you, then it's not my fault If I knock their teeth out," you simply replied, a slight pout gracing your lips. Arlo shook his head and continued patching up your wound.

People are mean, hiding their bigotry behind fake smiles as laughter and gossip echo behind the victim's back.

Arlo gently flicked your forehead. "Keep your gaze on me, not the wall." The words seemed a tad possessive, though the monotony of his voice didn't indicate any of it. But you knew better than to hope for that, Arlo was simply trying to keep you from zoning out once more.

You start to shift your gaze over his features—Begrudgingly complying with his words. You gazed over his long black hair, his bangs—a silent indication of not wanting to be seen, his dark blue eyes—a constant entrapment of your attention. Your gaze trailed down to his boy—slim with a hint of muscle. Arlo disliked sweating, but since you practically begged him to get a gym membership with you he complied, always going along with whatever you wanted after a couple pouts and whines.

You wanted to look away so badly, focus on anything but him. Arlo was the reason your knuckles were bruised and bandaged, the reason for the many fading scars along your body. He knew it, yet he chose to pretend he wasn't the reason for your constant aggression towards the people in these confined walls.

Focus (name), focus damn it. You're gonna zone out again.

"So uhh, we're late to class." You mutter out. Your distraction of choice was the clock.

"I know." Arlo bluntly stated as he plastered a bandage on your forehead, gesturing with his head to stand up

"Aw mann, I so don't wanna go to math!" You whine as you glance at Arlo, shooting him a pleading look

"We're not skipping." He replied bluntly

"I didn't even suggest it.." You groan out, but you knew you wanted to skip

"You were gonna." Arlo shot back as he glanced at you

Fair enough.

As you silently walked through the school corridors you felt your gaze drifting back onto Arlo—an instinctual reaction from the blossoming feelings in your heart. You leaned in closer, the feel of your shoulders brushing against his sent a small shock through your body.

Closer, just a bit closer...

You leaned in, a hint of his cologne making its way through your nose and into your core. Causing your stomach to flutter with butterflies

Arlo didn't say anything, nor look, or make any indication of noticing your gestures.

Your hand started to slowly creep toward his

"(Name), Arlo. Why are you late?" Your teacher's stern voice immediately snapped you out

You didn't even notice Arlo opening the classroom door

"The nurse was out, I patched him up" Arlo stated as his gaze bore into the teacher's. She simply sighed and gestured to sit down.

Why does she question anymore? Probably out of routine.

You and Arlo sat at your desks at the back of the classroom. Pulling out your textbooks and listening to another boring topic.

Yap, Yap, Yap.. Pythagorean theorem.. Yap Yap.. Geometry..

You rhythmically tapped your fingers against the desk, leaning your head against your palm. At least Arlo is paying attention, I'm gonna need his help with studying for this test. You couldn't wait for classes to end, to finally hang out with him at your house. Play video games, watch movies, and nonchalantly lean your head against his head. Lean in, too close, too intimately, then notice Arlo's monotone expression and lean back with an awkward laugh and the switch of a subject. If only you had the guts and closed that small gap, or maybe it's good that you didn't...

This is the first fanfiction I've written, I'm mostly writing for myself and will keep updating. I'm not sure if I'll keep it light and fluffy or will include smut. Hope you liked it!

Dividers

Made by: @miserybread

[worldruins]

Additional Charade art of varying levels of quality.

You may wonder why they’re an emoji-faced freak. Her design is intentionally jarring next to (other?) iterators, since he’s entirely anonymous and interacts in large part by spreading malware, which she may or not be.

It is one of the few beings Teeth would be intimidated by upon meeting.

Bonus version of the group art :)

[seijorhi]

invidia ii

a (very belated) christmas present for my beloved wife @iwaasfairy who has, for two years straight, begged me for more shinnosuke content. i hope you like it bby! kuroo tetsurou x female reader, kuroo shinnosuke (oc) x female reader part i w.c 3.1k tw: noncon/dubcon, slight daddy kink, (forced) infidelity, yandere themes, nsfw, smut, age gap, i guess hints of breeding kink, dilf kuroo

“Why did your parents split up?”

Mid-way through pulling on a pair of old, grey sweatpants, mopping at beads of water from his shower still rolling down his bare chest, Shinnosuke throws you a curious look, but shrugs easily enough.

“They weren’t ever really ‘together’ to begin with. They tried the whole co-parenting thing to start with but mom… they never loved each other. Hell, I don’t even think they liked each other most of the time beyond–” he breaks off, his nose wrinkling in distaste. It almost makes you laugh. “Anyway, dad always said she had one foot out the door from the start. Dad was the one who stuck around to raise me.” There’s no animosity in his tone, he says it like it’s the simple truth. You’ve never met the woman, never having shown up to any of the Nekoma games, his graduation, any of it. You’ve seen a picture or two, overheard the odd phone call, but for as long as you’ve known him, the only real parent in Shin’s life has always been his dad.

If there’s anyone he idolises, it’s his father.

 Which is why the words that he says next – casting aside the damp towel in the general direction of the laundry basket (boys) and sauntering on over to join you in bed – take you entirely by surprise. “We’ll go visit her in Golden Week. I want her to meet you.”

And again, the words are just that; words. Shin kisses you, a sweet peck on your lips, and wastes no time in scooping you back into his arms and settling back with a contented sigh. They’re just words, but there’s this look in his eyes when he says it that makes you think he means something more. 

Your stomach flutters.

—

‘You really wanna break his heart like that, kitten?’

—

“Still not feeling any better?” Shin asks, brushing your hair back to feel your forehead. The beginnings of a frown start to take shape, teeth gently burrowing into his bottom lip, but he straightens and sighs, and that hint of discontent smoothes over like it had never existed in the first place. He strokes your hair again and offers a small, sympathetic smile. “No temperature, that’s gotta be a good sign, right?”

You’re a coward.

“It’s not my head, I just…” don’t have any visible, plausible symptoms for the fake illness that’s currently keeping you curled up in Shin’s bed. Away from the creep who’d smiled and fucking winked at you Christmas morning. “I just feel off.”

“Poor baby,” he coos, laughing when your face screws up and you swat at him.

Right now, swaddled in his hoodie, his fingers carding through your hair and that stupid, impish, almost believable grin beaming down at you, you want to forget. To pretend. 

Because there’s a pit in your stomach. A bitter, gnarled, seething mass. This moment right now, in Shin’s bed, it’s like glass, paper thin and already cracked, it can’t possibly last, and yet you’re clinging to it so desperately, head buried in the sand, willing yourself to pretend, from one heartbeat to the next, that what’s happened won’t break the two of you. 

That your stomach doesn’t threaten to upend when you catch sight of those hazel eyes peering down at you – the same shape and shade as his father’s.

You shudder out a breath, and what little levity there was between you two gets sucked out with it. Shin’s expression gutters.

Yeah. 

His fingers don’t leave your hair, though. Playing idly with the strands as though the suffocating tension in the room doesn’t exist at all. “Dad’s taking us out to dinner tonight,” he tells you. Reminds you, because you knew all of this beforehand. Everything but the party. “Do you want me to run by the pharmacy to get you something?”

Another tap at the fractured glass. 

That’s Shinnosuke all over, isn’t it? You might’ve been the manager back in the day, but it was always Shin who kept an eye on his team, on you, to make sure everyone was good. 

“No,” you shake your head. “I’ll–” the words get stuck in your throat. “I’ll see how I feel in an hour or so. ‘m still a little tired.” 

“You want some tea, sweetheart?”

‘Shh, sweetheart, you gotta keep it down.’

A cold sweat breaks out on the nape of your neck. No. No, no, no, no–

“Baby?”

You flinch like he’s slapped you, jerking away from the hand he’s wound in your hair. The startled look he shoots you borders on wounded, but you’re already squirming towards the edge of the bed, stumbling to your feet like a newborn foal. “Bathroom,” you manage to eke out, your voice sounding far too strangled and hoarse to pass as anywhere near the realm of fine. 

Shin doesn’t follow, doesn’t so much as utter a word – all kicked puppy confused – as you throw the door closed behind you and collapse back against it, a sweaty, ashen mess. 

He usually calls you love. Baby. Princess when he’s being a little shit. 

Sweetheart’s a rare one. 

Your heart races, a runaway train pounding in your chest. His eyes, his touch, sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheart.

Another shuddering breath in. Out. 

Fuck. 

There’s a knock – not at the ensuite door, the sound’s too muffled for that, and you didn’t hear Shin’s footsteps (though you’re not sure you would, over the pounding in your ribs) meaning that the knocking’s at his door. 

There’s only one other occupant in the house. Though you try your damndest to fight it, there’s no stopping the wave of panic that stabs through you. Shin’s door creaks open, soft voices barely creeping through the gap in the door, and your fingers go rigid, nails clawing at the black and white flooring as though you can ground yourself by breaking through it instead. 

You don’t realise you’re crying.

Not until the droplets splatter on the tiles by your feet.

—

You should’ve left days ago.

After Christmas, when you’d ducked out from under Shin’s arm and lurched for the nearest bathroom, when it’d finally clicked for him that you violently hurling your guts up wasn’t the result of a simple hangover, you’d tried. Short of admitting the truth – and swinging a bat at the bees’ nest – convincing Shin to leave his dad’s place goes about as well as drawing blood from a stone. 

He’s even less thrilled about the prospect of you going back by yourself, leaving him to spend what’s left of the week with his dad like they’d planned.

There’s only so far you can push without breaking something. You, probably. You and Shin, almost definitely. 

Even so, you might’ve had more of a backbone if he hadn’t been so… Shin. All coaxing and concerned. Logical to a damn fault. 

‘You don’t wanna be stuck in a car driving for hours when you’re feeling shitty, love, and besides, dad’s place is bigger than ours. Comfier. You’ll probably be on the mend by tomorrow anyway, so there’s no point in us heading back.’

If you weren’t trying to salvage what’s left, or maybe clinging to the idea that you can – and want to – then it would’ve been easier just to go.

You wouldn’t still be here, stuck in the house of the man who’d– who’d raped you.

You wouldn’t be avoiding your boyfriend’s eye.

You would’ve screamed the whole house down before Kuroo Tetsurou ever bent you over the kitchen counter.

But the gentle extrication in the early hours of the morning, Shinnosuke’s lips brushing against your cheek, the sleepy rasp of his voice as he mumbles a quiet, “Love you,” before slipping away – you barely stir, cozy and safe and content.

He loves you. Shin loves you. 

A while later – minutes, maybe, or hours, it’s hard to tell when you’re still in the grips of sleep – the mattress dips under Shin’s weight, and those strong, sculpted arms seek your warmth again, you only sigh and lean back against him. 

“I love you,” you whisper, not yet willing to open your eyes and face another day of lying to him. 

The arm slung over your waist curls tighter, his face nuzzling into your neck. The kisses he leaves there aren’t affectionate, exactly, they’re not gentle, when teeth catch, nipping sharply at your skin, only to be soothed by a lave of his tongue.

And the laugh that rumbles at your back – a shade off your boyfriend’s – is anything but nice. 

“Yeah? Fuck, you’re sweet in the morning.”

This time, you don’t hold back. You shriek, kicking out like a wild thing – or you would have, if Kuroo’s hand hadn’t clamped down on your mouth, if his weight hadn’t shifted so that rather than lying curled up behind you, he’s half on top of you, pinning you down to the mattress with a thigh lodged between yours. 

“Uh-uh-uh, we were doing so good, kitten. Don’t you wanna be daddy’s good girl?”

Your only answer is a ragged noise, torn from somewhere deep inside of you. He chuckles again, grinds against you, his cock a thick, unignorable presence pressed at your ass. There’s nothing but the thin cotton of your sleep shorts separating it from you, and from past experience, that barrier won’t do much to deter him for long.

Kuroo rolls you onto your back and slots himself nicely between your legs. Naked, you realise with a fresh stab of fear.

You scream the moment his palm leaves your lips to capture your wrists, scream for Shinnosuke – for anyone – so loudly that it feels like you’ll bleed for it. Let him come running, find you pinned and squirming, terrified beneath the man who raised him.

Let it be the final crack that obliterates everything. 

If Shin sees you like this, utterly petrified, on the verge of being raped again and still thinks it some kind of a betrayal, let him choke on it. You don’t care anymore, you just want someone to stop this. 

(Shin wouldn’t, would he?)

But Kuroo only snickers. Leans over to lick along the edge of your lashes, where hot, glistening tears are already spilling over, trickling down to disappear in your hairline. “Your boy’s not here, but we don’t have long ‘til he gets back. You’ll forgive me if we bypass the foreplay this morning, right, sweetheart?” You shudder, goosebumps prickling where his breath washes over you, and you squeeze your eyes shut and violently – pointlessly – shake your head. “We’ll have to save eating your pretty little cunt for next time.”

All too eager, he hungrily captures your lips again and yanks down your shorts, taking your panties along with them.

Christmas morning, you’d been shoved face down over the kitchen counter while he’d fucked you from behind. You’d give anything for that distance right now. At least then you hadn’t had to endure his suffocating warmth, having him squeeze and grope at your tits over your old, threadbare tee.

You wouldn’t have to writhe away from his mouth while he rucks your bare thighs up either side of his hips, dragging you closer.

Even with your eyes screwed tightly shut, you can’t pretend that this isn’t happening as Kuroo spits and a heartbeat later the thick head of his cock slowly – agonisingly slowly – splits you apart.

You forget how to breathe. 

Eyes popping open and back arching up into his chest, your fists clutch desperately at the sheets of Shin’s bed, trying to squirm away, only the grip he has on you makes sure there’s nowhere for you to escape to. He’s big, long, mostly, and you’re too tight to take him easily, especially without any prep. The spit doesn’t help any, and Kuroo doesn’t care, groaning out in pleasure as inch by inch he pushes himself deeper, until at last he’s seated firmly inside of you. “Good fucking giiiirl,” he purrs, a kiss pressed to the tip of your nose.

A tiny, drawn out whine is all you can manage when your lower half radiates pain. 

“Gonna fuck this perfect pussy nice ‘n full,” he tells you. “Give you everything you need, sweet girl. You can take it. I know you can, you just gotta breathe for me.”

But unlike last time, he doesn’t allow you the luxury of a minute to adjust. His hips draw back and punch forward, jolting another mewling gasp from your lips. And again. And again. The pace isn’t violent so much as intense, like each thrust ignites something inside of him that burns for more.

He clasps your wrists in one hand, pants into your open mouth between frenetic kisses, groans out your name in that shuddering gasp.

“Mine,” he pants, beads of sweat dripping from his chest, his chin, rolling down onto you. “You’re daddy’s girl– fuck!”

Your cunt reacts accordingly, flexing around his cock, easing its passage so that the wet, lurid sounds of him fucking you quickly fill the air. A betrayal that has your cheeks flaming. 

The muscles in your thighs burn, Kuroo all but forcing them back towards the bed, his weight driving into you with fervour. A quick adjustment to the angle of your hip and his cock hits a spot deep inside of you that has you choking on a moan of your own, a burst of bright, sizzling pleasure bleeding through the pain.

Kuroo grins ferally at the sound of it. Drops his weight on an elbow and bucks into you, hitting it again. Your inner walls twitch, squeezing and slick, dragging noises from you that make you wanna burn with shame – that, or cut yourself loose entirely. You can’t muster resistance when he swallows them down, sucking on your tongue, moaning into your mouth. His momentum turns rabid, his hand no longer encircling your wrists, but entangled with them, pressing them down to the mattress. “Almost… there…” he grunts, gasping as he curls over you, abs flexing.

A shudder rolls through him, his hips faltering just as something vital shatters inside of you, toes curling, white hot pleasure exploding from your core, rippling through your whole body like the aftershocks of an earthquake. With your pussy spasming around his cock, your body taut and locked with pleasure, Kuroo hurtles off that cliff right alongside you, a strangled noise somewhere between a moan and a growl escaping him as he pumps your cunt full of his seed, all but collapsing atop of you afterwards.

It takes a minute before he peels himself off of you; pushing himself up, braced on elbow so that he’s not crushing you entirely, Kuroo waits, buried inside your warmth, for you to stop trembling with the after effects of your orgasm, for his cock to soften and both of your breathing to even out. 

Waits for those glazed over eyes to focus back on him and once again fill with tears, stroking a hand through your sweat-dampened hair as he does so.

“You should go take a shower before Shin gets home,” he says after a minute or two, his voice a low purr. “He can’t be far off.”

But aside from rolling off you to allow you up, Kuroo makes no moves to follow you, or so much as get up off the bed. Naked, his cock soft and glistening with your juices, one knee propped up, he watches you stumble like a newborn foal into the bathroom (only half managing to close the door behind you) with damn near predatory intent, a smirk teasing at his lips.

It’s where Shin finds you a short while later, curled up on the floor of the shower, shaking through silent sobs. 

—

Shin doesn’t let go of your hand the entire trip home.

Uncharacteristically sober, he says little aside from the occasional murmur to check in with you – always unanswered – and keeps you tucked close, as though a fraction of distance between you might pry you from his side entirely. 

The hours pass in a haze of… nothing. Your tears dry. Numbness takes over. You move like a robot, Shin guiding you every step of the way until you cross the threshold of your apartment.

He never asks what happened. You suppose the smell of sex in his bedroom and the bruises and love bites scattered over your body tell the tale well enough. Shinnosuke’s never been stupid. He’s not dense. 

He’s not heartless, either.

In the sanctity of your tiny, shitty bathroom, you shower again. A proper shower this time, with the water turned up full blast, scrubbing viciously at your skin– or at least, you do until he steps in and takes over. You’ve never thought of your boyfriend as particularly gentle, but he pries the loofah from your hand with a delicacy you didn’t know him capable of and takes care of you, cleaning you up with a tenderness that borders on reverence.

You pretend not to notice how his eyes (so like his, sharp and hazel) narrow into a scowl every time he spots another bruise, another mark left by his father. Once or twice his fingers begin to ghost over them, burgundy fingerprints on your thigh, a love bite sucked into the delicate skin above your collarbone, only to catch himself, swallowing tightly and resuming his task like he’d never faltered in the first place. 

When you’re done, he dries you both off and helps you into fresh clothes – a pair of comfy sweatpants and an old hoodie of his and guides you back to the living room, setting you down into his lap on the couch.

“I–” his voice is hoarse. Quiet, especially in the stillness of the apartment, and when you glance his way, he awkwardly clears his throat and takes a deep breath. “I went to the pharmacy. I thought– I thought…” he trails off again, dropping his gaze. “I’m such a fucking idiot.”

Your heart twists, and it’s your turn to comfort him. Or maybe you’re comforting each other, shifting slightly in his lap so that you can wrap your arms around him and draw him in close, burying your face in the crook of his neck and breathing in the fresh, clean scent of him. “No. I– it wasn’t…” but the words don’t come. You flounder. 

What are you supposed to say? It wasn’t his fault? Wasn’t yours?

You should’ve said something earlier? Should’ve fought back harder – against both of them, should’ve grown a spine?

A beat passes in the tense, thick silence, and when it becomes clear that you’ve got nothing for him, he makes an odd sort of huff that sounds almost irritated. You frown a little, but you don’t fight it when his arms pull tighter around you, when his cheek comes to a rest against your hair and his hands seek yours, curling around your wrists and stroking at the skin there. 

“We’ll get through this,” he vows. “I love you, this doesn’t change anything. It won’t change anything.” His lips meet the crown of your head in a soft kiss. “You’re mine. You’ll always be mine.”

[joannasteez]

ruining me

pairing: cody rhodes x oc (alana) warning: descriptions of sex. minors dni pls! authors note: this oc was/is an ongoing collaborative effort between @harmshake and i...you all are just reaping the benefits of a lot of yapping and informal world building. read this and if you liked it then say something to me about it! word count: 900 beans

the danger is the allure isn't it? the sweetness of forbidden fruit. the lingering of his palm during obligatory handshakes and those baby blue eyes pressurizing the skin to rise charmed and overwrought. the truth of it is terrible too. a public relations coordinator fraternizing with the company's top champion. the sharp point of alana's shoe skimming to tease his ankle. a delicate rub of leather against his patterned socks. poor judgement amidst a meeting. a campaign for wrestlemania no less.   

the cognitive dissonance is foolish considering the circumstances, sure, but the private moments are too sweet to not enjoy. to not revel in. torn apart, sheer pantyhose and his teeth nipping her inner thighs. bathing his nose in perfumed lined skin till it's staining his lungs. 

gifts, for practically every time she smiles at him. bracelets and necklaces and the perfumes she's had to set on a rotational schedule. that one little post smackdown getaway he'd planned last minute, from the ring to a plane to a finely grained sand beach. her legs tangled between his and their lips only parting to breathe. 

but mania season is a busy affair. months of planning and hair pulling stress. he didn't have time to indulge that impulse of spoiling and needless devotion. or, thats how it feels at least. what with his endurance and that little penchant for tugging her to the edge of the bed and keeping her spread for his tongue. he's tunnel visioned these days. focused and maybe stretched too thin. he doesn't lament about the exhaustiveness too much though. just tucks her into him and snores light. an admirable piece of his character amongst the other things, that selflessness, but the tension builds even in the silence doesn't it? hitches in the shoulders and in the practiced shape of a smile. he's due to crack soon enough and it doesn't help that alana is also due for a bit of ravaging. ragdoll treatment and some light admonishing before he's soothing over it all with delicate kisses and the weight of his body. 

the tip of her shoe against his ankle—slowly but surely rising past the opening of his pant leg—just so happens to be the latest in a well documented list of things she's done since the beginning of the week. little teasing things she's positive he's taken note of. 

the partition in his newly bought range rover suv has a push to engage button. volume adjusters accessible from the rear as well. 

soft melodies rising to a level worth drowning out the charm of her whimpers. the driver doesn't need to know what she sounds like.

the stripping tear of some newly purchased ultra sheer stockings and the bright play of a hiss. precision in movement. his fingers sweeping pass damp fabric to nudge at the pulse of her clit. thumb flat and rolling over firm till she gasping from that telltale bursting feel. seizing the moment to catch his tongue between her lips. short nails tugging through that fresh blonde job and a moan just shy of too loud. "mhmmfuck".

the safety of the seatbelts had been abandoned some minutes ago. an amalgamation of prior dangerous doings informing this latest one. a leg stretched and slung over his to spread her wide. enough to bare the eagerness of his fingers. an easy, shallow starting drag into her pussy that fogs the brain and slacks the jaw. two fingers curling in and the trail of his mouth to the skin of her neck. lip between her teeth with an attempt to hold all of that wispy, drawling noise. the kind saved for bedrooms and comfortable sheets. but with what little sense of sound mind left, alana figures cody doesn't care much. accepts the carpeted, leather interior of the car as much as he would the luxury of a spacious bed. 

"you make it impossible to focus", he groans. bits of resentment in his tone. troubled by the failure of his usual 'get shit done' attitude. a screwing drag of a motion in his wrist working up as he curls the tips of his fingers. tucking them in and stroking to sweeten the burn and coil in her belly. 

alana's head rolls right. a stuttered breath that fails to fill the lungs. disrupting his lamenting as her nose knocks into his. a whine drawing up quick to ride under the music as he retracts. "please". at the seam of his mouth. 

"they're talkin' merch and metrics and arena gates". more of that bass and minor resentment. his tongue licking in for something languid. testing his influence with a suckle. her clit throbbing harsh in an instant. hands on him fervent, playing with overdone nerves but without direction. running at his neck and into his hair . "immaterial bullshit", he grips. slipping downward again. playing his fingers in the mess she'd made with the tease of a third finger. 

"cody, please". 

a satisfied hum. nestling in as she stretches. body opening up under the persistent demand of his maneuvers. thick and wet at the base, near his knuckles. "i just keep thinkin about you", he breathes. a slight defeat in his tone. like maybe once upon a time he'd tried to corral his strength well enough to fight against the full force of his feelings. 

the break of everything is close enough to taste nearly. tingles at the nape of her neck and toes curling up, even in the restriction of her heels. a sobby whine cutting up from her throat. her hips rocking to follow the rhythm of his fingers. nearly turned up eyes from the fullness and her head going lax against the car head rest. his lips at her mouth still. feeding in words as she hitches from that telltale bursting. 

"you're ruining me".  

[christinarowie332]

god i love you

chris sturniolo x reader

matt sturniolo x oc

sturniolo triplets x reader

warnings : smutty smut !!! mentions of weed and nicotine, 18+ . profanity

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reader , maggie, and the triplets have a beach day

———-

i dig my feet deeper in the sand , feeling the warmth hug my body and the soft grains scratch my bare skin. with my fingers sprawled out over the blanket i throw my head back in comfort , feeling the warm sun kiss my face as i lean back .

the sounds of a faint mac miller song humming in the background flood my ears .waves crashing to the shore , painting the sand white with its foam . i can hear chris giggling with matt and nick desperately trying to explain himself with whatever waffle he’s spewing at this moment. mags , my bestfriend, matt’s girlfriend, just sat playing with his hair laughing with them.

in my own world , i open my eyes finally, take a puff of my vape and grab my phone from my lap . opening the camera app and snapping a photo of the scene infront of me . a clear blue sky , my four best friends, boyfriend included , all laughing , their hair being plastered across their face ; brunette and blonde waving along with the wind .

i subconsciously decide to get up and immediately strip out of my oversized t-shirt i stole from chris . a black two peice caressing my curves and hugging my waist .

“chris” i call out to him throwing the t-shirt on the blanket we all sit on , large volcanic rocks holding down the corners . ”can i have my bobble babe?”

“uh yeah of course” he says after trailing his eyes down my body , before going into his joint tin and grabbing the bobble .he keeps it for me along with two joints , a lighter , a chewing gum and a polaroid of us together in matching fresh love , laughing while we jokingly do the doggy style position . his favorite photo for obvious reasons .

maggie gets where i’m going with this and mirrors my actions from before , stripping off and putting her hair in a clip , kicking her slides off and throwing her vape and phone down on the blanket .

“woah what’s happening ? i feel like i’m about to get a lap dance or some shit” nick exclaims , fake fear plastered on his face and also getting up .

“we have been at the beach for like an hour and haven’t gone in the sea ? let’s go.” i explain , chris is on his feet taking his shirt off in what feels like a millisecond. matt follows and helps nick up .

“last one in has to buy the bud next !!!” maggie screams before darting off towards the sea , me in tow and chris and matt speeding past us .

“NOT FAIR BRO” nick screams as he starts running throwing his shirt over his head while running and trying to kick off his slides while in motion .

we all run towards the sea , chris ends up falling over face first into the soft sand . i subconsciously stop and help him up , watching him lift his face up , showing his mouth full of sand and eyes closed , mouth agape laughing in shock . i loudly laugh and grab his hand pulling him up running towards the sea again . we run hand in hand still laughing , as we watch nick pass us and matt and maggie absolutely get obliterated by a wave as the meet the sea . nick makes it next and finally stops and sees his brother , covered it sand , struggling to run while laughing and spitting out sand .

me and chris make it to the sea ,both of us mermaid style diving into the sea as soon as we thought it was deep enough .

i plunge into the water , feeling bubbles trail my face and make their way to the surface, before the head reaches the warm air , hair slicked back and salty water running down my neck .

“HOW THE FUCK DID U FALL SO BADLY”

“YOU LITERALLY ATE SAND CHRIS!”

“BAHAHAHA BRO ITS ON YOUR TEETH”

we all take a second to laugh at chris and he just wipes the sand and salt from his eyes while laughing , his shoulders jumping up and down with the movement.

chris swims over to me and hugs me from behind putting his head on my shoulder . we’re not a very affectionate cutesy couple , a specially infront of his brothers , and maggie who is basically my sister . this is very evident when i turn around in chris’s hold smiling . he melted as i put both my arms around his shoulders, interlining my fingers around his neck .

“breathe” i said smiling at him. resulting in his face dropping and confusion being painted on his face . he does as i say anyway tilting his head , before i put both my hands on his shoulders and push him under the water .

i start laughing but quickly get cut off as i feel his hands grip my legs and i am also pulled under the water . we fight under the current of the waves . i emerge from the water first , and watch chris gasp for air as he surfaces. we all laugh and start relaxing in the water .

“i wonder why the beach is so empty today?” matt asks , looking at said beach , maggie narrows her eyes to where her boyfriend is looking before speaking

“probably sharks or something” she says nonchalantly, before furrowing her eyebrows and realizing that’s not so much of a reach .

“your just gonna scare yourself mags” nick says through giggles , looking at the girl slowly move towards matt for safety .

“nah everyone’s at work and school , we have no life bro we’re the only weirdos that don’t have a job” i say before angling my head back in the water , slicking my hair back again , feeling the cold water make its way onto my forehead .

“nah we have a job , just not a boring one . content creators bro . we get paid to hangout” chris says before moving his hand around my waist under the water , pulling us closer . i smile and him and put one of my hands on the back of his neck , playing with his now wet hair .

“i wonder how deep it is here” nick says , looking down into the dark swirling water , squinting his eyes , before meeting mine and raising his eyebrows , knowing i would be the only one to go to the bottom and see .

i took a breath and used chris’s body to lower myself into the water slowly, coming back up and diving down . i squint my eyes underwater and reach the floor , not too deep , watching the clean sand rippling under our feet

while swimming back up i see a blurred chris , and decide to scare the shit out of him and smack his ass under the water , i see him jump slightly, but he finds me and drags me up by my neck gently until moving his hands to my waist and bringing me to surface . i giggle under water , bubbles following my trail upwards before meeting them all and laughing before moving to chris’s back and holding his shoulders to hold me up .

“fully thought that was a fish for a good second” chris says looking back at me to meet my goofy smile .

“how do u open your eyes in the sea bro , my eyes sting just being here” matt days to me while rubbing his eye like a child , fist curled rubbing over his eye in circles.

“i literally feel like i just pored pure salt in my eye , that was a big mistake” i say laughing , rubbing my eyes like matt just was .

maggie lies down on top of the water , matt holds her and runs his hand through her hair .

we stay like that for a while . chris and i giving each other small affectionate touches , laughing and talking with nick. matt and maggie in their own little world .

“dude , do u know when u were younger did u ever like , when u were like seven like i used to like ….. no probably older then that just like i thought i was like really good at swimming and i was like kinda okay but like really i was…..” chris explains , making the entire group stare at him in confusion, before looking at each other , trying to see if anyone understands a word he’s saying .

“like i was pretty really okay but like when i would swim i like was good ….. WOW”

we all erupted into laughter at chris , him immediately getting embarrassed but also laughing, pulling me closer again and placing a small kiss to my forehead ,turning me around to hug me from behind .

“i’m gonna go back i’m freezing and i want my vape” maggie says before doggy paddling away , causing me and chris to giggle

“i’ll come too” matt says grabbing onto her legs and pulling him closer to her

“me too , i feel like i’m gonna get a cold this water is fucking freezing” nick says following behind matt and maggie , leaving me and chris in the water .

“i’m staying , i wanna chill in here longer” chris says looking towards me and smiling

i hum in agreement and swim towards him , wrapping my legs around his waist and putting my arms around his neck .

“hi” he says smiling leaning towards me .

his lips meet mine , the taste of salt lingering in my mouth as i kiss him , the cut on my lip stings but i barely feel it , relishing in chris’s hand moving up and down my thigh .

i pull away “hi” i say before placing another peck on his lips quickly. i put my palm flat on his back to stabilise myself while i run my hand through his hair , pushing his dark curls away from his face .

i put both my hands on the back of his neck and pull him towards me , attaching my lips onto his once again , one of his hands moves to my ass , lifting and squeezing it in one motion , causing me to gasp slightly and open my lips giving his tongue access to mine.

i move my hips on his , causing him to moan slightly into the kiss . i could feel him growing , my core pressed against his , grinding against him .

“chris” i moaned out , digging my painted nails into his back , clawing his shoulders leaving red lines over his muscles.

he grabbed my hand and put my palm over his hardened dick , looking into my eyes saying exactly what i needed to hear .

he pulled his shorts down , then pulled my bikini bottoms down , raising his eyebrows to get my consent he needed .

a nod of my head is all he needed , before lifting me onto him , throwing his head back in pleasure. my face burrows into his neck biting down at the feeling of him inside , leaving a mark where my mouth had been.

we moved together under water , him lifting me , me rolling my hips to the pattern i knew he liked after lots of practice over the year , moaning each other names through sloppy kisses .

after a couple of minutes we both can feel the knot slowly unraveling , thrusts getting sloppy and messy .

“y/n” he whimpered out before getting cut off by me loudly moaning into his neck

“i know chris , me too” i said before clenching around him and moaning loudly against his skin , throwing my head back in pleasure before feeling him release into me .

we both laugh and kiss each other messily , coming down from our high together .

“god i love you y/n” chris says out of breath into my neck as we both embrace each other , him still inside of me under the salty waves .

“i love you too chris” is all i got out before re-attaching our lips in a perfectly paced kiss .

———

milkie talks :

i have had a awful amount of alcohol so i don’t even know if this makes sense .

love u all . 🍼🤍

tag list :

@mangosrar @sturnphilia @soursturniolo @biimpanicking @sssturniolofart @littlebookworm803 @lividnity @deatthmatch @daddyslilchickenfingers @parkerssecrets @urmyslxt

[tf2occontest]

THE HUNTER VS Ray Wexler (GRN Conductor)

(Full matchup list here)

Alright team, here's a recap: This is a contest to determine who amongst you will take the top of the leaderboards and be hired at TFI! Simply put, whoever gets the most votes gets to move on, and whoever doesn't... Well. They'll be put down swiftly and cleanly. :}

So, mann your stations, because here are your next contestants! Vote for your favorite mercenary who you want to win the TF2 OC Contest! - P

OC INFO UNDER THE CUT!

We highly encourage you to take a peek to make your decision!

THE HUNTER

@scozthewoz

Image credit: @/scozthewoz

hailing from the london countrysides of the united kingdom, this insatiable butcher with the cheshire grin is a teenage expert at the art of paid homocide, despite how squirrely she may look! her presentation is a vauge riddle, hinted at with hyena-like cackles, a cruelty behind her constantly bared teeth she tends to mask as friendliness. she prides herself on her toys, each of them meticulously handmade and carefully hidden like snakes in the sand, every beartrap or snare serving nicely to hold her prey in place and maim them as it does so just in case one pesky rabbit weasles out! this viscera-lusting vermin prefers a more hands-on approach when she crawls out of the walls to play, often putting her guns to the wayside in favour of her beloved knife -- and on occasion, her teeth.

a taste of blood goes a long way for her motivation, you know.. why don't we give her a little push?

Ray Wexler (GRN Conductor)

@conductor-on-grn

Image credit: @/mxcrowave

The Conductor is a role that functions mainly over radio, informing their teammates about opportunities on the battlefield from a bird's-eye perspective. Global Radio Network is the only (official) team with a Conductor which really makes Ray special, I'd say.

I think Ray deserves to win because he's just genuinely having a good time! He actively goes to other teams just to give them random stuff! They're friendly to a vast majority of people, and love caring for his friends.

(…What might lose him the vote is the fact that they're British. My sincerest apologies.)