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myckicade · 3 years ago

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Prompt: Ok so we all know Coco is touch starved, and would be clingy af in a relationship. What about Coco x wife!reader, while she’s trying to do basic errands/chores and Coco is her shadow?

A/N: I’ve been waiting for this one. I really have. Hee hee. I just adore Coco. <3 . This piece sort of follows the story of the last two Coco x Reader pieces I have written, but it will stand-alone, just fine. And, I swear, these things just have a mind of their own. I can continue to apologize for length, and content, but, in the end... I let the story tell itself. ;) . <3 .

As a warning, I come from Vermont, where we have a plastic bag ban. Last I knew, California was the first state to have one. I don’t know how that would translate to Santo Padre, but… When I mention fabric bags, I mean reusables, and the ban is why. ^^;;;;.

Title: Worthwhile

Teaser: He’s a little rough, your Coco, foul-mouthed, and quick to anger. Untrusting, and bitchier than a woman, on his best day. But, once you have his love, you have it. All of it.

“Okay…” you murmur, slowly, eyes scanning over the paper in front of you. Fifteen items, nothing crazy. Shouldn’t take you more than an hour, tops, and that includes travel to and from the store. “I think I’ve got everything we need… And, specials included your beer, and those little frozen cream puffs.”

Beside you, Coco groans, deep and guttural. “Fuck, I love those things.”

You giggle, but keep reading. Your man is too damn cute. “Feminine products.”

“Do those count as special?” Coco genuinely sounds thoughtful, as he steps up behind you, where you are leaning over the counter top. He wraps his arms around your waist, chin coming to rest on your shoulder. “Kinda’ a necessity, ain’t they?”

Tipping your head, you glance to your husband. Seriously. This man is a treasure. “Why don’t you run for political office?” you tease, pleased when Coco chuckles.

“Yeah, my record’ll look great, on the campaign trail.”

You shrug. “You can tackle pink tax, and tax evasion, at the same time.”

Coco grins, and steals a peck off your lips. “What else you got on there, muñeca?”

“Hmmm, let’s see…” You turn back to your list, tapping the pen against your lips, thoughtfully. Spying the next item on it, you try not to let out another giggle. He’s not going to like this one. “Letty asked if we could have that cauliflower pizza thing for dinner, tonight.”

As expected, this groan is decidedly not from food lust. “Fuckin’ vegetarians. When the hell is she gonna’ get over this shit?”

“It’s just a phase, Coco,” you remind him, for the… Well, honestly, you’ve lost track. It started shortly after the wedding, Letty’s change in diet, and you’re still not convinced the two aren’t related. You’re just not entirely sure how. But, two months in, and she’s still looking healthy, so you won’t send up any alarms. “It’s very popular at her high school, right now.”

Coco scoffs, disgusted. “When the hell’d she start copyin’ other people, anyway? My girl ain’t no follower.”

The words send a shot straight to your heart. He’s a little rough, your Coco, foul-mouthed, and quick to anger. Untrusting, and bitchier than a woman, on his best day. But, once you have his love, you have it. All of it. The love he has for Leticia is the greatest proof. They may carry on like cats and dogs, but when push comes to shove, there is nothing they won’t do for one another. My girl. It brings a warmth to your soul, and a smile to your lips.

You shake it off, enough to formulate a response. “She’s figuring out how to be her own woman. Trying new things.” You shrug, not wanting to make a big deal of it. You were Letty’s age, once, of course. And, a girl, to boot. Some things, Coco just won’t be able to understand. “It’s a process.” He hums, still disgruntled, but doesn’t push out another word. “You want anything else?” you ask, holding up your list. “I’ve gotta’ get going, before I run into the football widows.”

Before you can even take a step away, Coco tightens his arms around you. “You sure you gotta’ go, though?” he asks, leaning in to brush his lips against your neck. “With the house all to ourselves, like this?”

“If I don’t go,” you start, as Coco’s touches gain intent, becoming teasing kisses. Damn him. It feels nice, you won’t lie, but there are other things on your mind, right now. Priorities.

You’re just… having trouble remembering what they are.

Oh. Yeah. Shopping.

“If I don’t go, we won’t have anything for dinner.”

Another kiss, accompanied by a barely-there swipe of tongue. You shiver, and Coco moves his lips to your ear. “We can order in,” he whispers, breath so invitingly warm against your skin.

Oh, this asshole.

“And, what are we supposed to have for breakfast, tomorrow?” you try, again. “Half an Eggo, and a pack of Skittles?”

Coco cuddles you closer, again. “Ain’t you never heard about livin’ on love, baby?” Some of his smoothest work, that is. And, it’s almost convincing. Almost. You can imagine the afternoon ahead, if you give in. Your clothes will come off, and won’t be back on until the last second, before Letty walks back through the front door. By that time, you’ll be too tired to roll your ass off the bed, let alone go grocery shopping. And, you promised Letty you’d talk Coco into that cauliflower pizza.

“Great as that sounds,” you agree, preparing to capitalize on the truth. You ease yourself away from Coco’s stubborn hold, and give him one more smooch, just to soften the blow to come. “I don’t think Letty will appreciate the sentiment.”

A third groan. You must be going for a record. “C’mon, (y/n).” Oh, he’s whining. It’s so cute, it’s unreal. “We’ll find some place that delivers that rabbit food shit.”

Unfortunately for Coco, you’re already grabbing your bag. Lucky for you. You’re still two seconds from giving him what he wants. (He just doesn’t need to know so). “I’ll be back in a while.” God willing. “If you think of anything else, call my cell.” You rush out the front door, and don’t look back. If you see the look on your husband’s face, you know you’re as good as done.

Well, what the shit? Coco stares at the front door as it closes, you on the wrong fucking side of it. His arms are at his sides, palms turned toward the ceiling. That went so well. He kind of can’t believe you just walked away, like that. Left him alone, and wanting. In your big, empty house.

He probably should have volunteered to tag along, instead of just chasing you off.

Fuck.

Glancing around, Coco tries to find something to do. Something to clean, at the very least. But, that’s the trouble with having moved in with you, after the wedding, he supposes. Ain’t nothing to tidy up. Not that the three of you don’t have possessions. They’re all just in their proper places. Probably Leticia’s doing, in the end. He’d had a long talk with her, before the move, that she absolutely has to keep her shit where it belongs. Your house isn’t like their house. There aren’t burn marks in the carpet, or gouges in the coffee table. Dishes go in the damned dishwasher, not left to pile up on the counter, or in the sink. Beds get made. Laundry gets folded, and put away. No more wrinkled heaps in the clothes basket. So far, the kid’s been doing good. Real good.

Coco, though? He’s never felt so unnerved in his life.

It was different when he just visited. Spent a night or two, here or there. He’d almost felt at home, then, stupid as it sounds. At home, with the knowledge he wasn’t staying. But, now? Now, the reality has settled in, and he feels so-so… out of place. There’s so much he’s struggling to adjust to.

You have a purified water system installed under the sink, where Coco is used to buying bottled water.

You have a dining room, where Coco and Letty are used to eating on the couch.

You have an extended cable package, whatever the fuck that is.

You kind of have it all, here, certainly by comparison to what Coco is used to. The best of everything. Which really makes him wonder – not for the first time – what the hell you’re doing with a dirt-poor biker for a husband? You’ve had this conversation, on multiple occasions, and you’ve explained yourself, every time. But, this time… This time, you’re not around to give that speech. You’re not around to hold him, and kiss his face, and reassure him in a way that only you can. No, you’re at the grocery store, shopping for Coco, and his kid, which was apparently a better offer than staying home with him.

Oh, nope. Nope, he’s doing it, again. He can feel it. You love him, he reminds himself. You’ve got his ring on your finger, his last name, and – God-willing – his baby in your belly. By choice. All by choice.

Coco takes a deep breath, in. Lets it back out, slowly. Tries not to get sick, for all the nerves coming up to greet him. He wraps one arm around his own torso, free hand moving up to cover his mouth.

Fuck, he hopes you get back, soon.

You let out a deep sigh, as you park your car in the garage. Oh, it is so good to be home, at long-last. Talk about Old Home Week. You’d run into everyone, and his brother, at the grocery store. Shopping had taken nearly twice as long as you’d meant for it to, and you just know Coco must be losing his mind, by now. You hate to think about it, in such terms, but, sometimes… Well, sometimes, Coco reminds you of a new puppy. You can’t really leave him alone, without some kind of separation anxiety creeping up on him.

Ah, well. At least he isn’t ripping down the drapes, and shredding the couch cushions.

You blink. Well. That you know of.

Shaking your head, you climb out of the car, mentally preparing to unload armloads of bags. Maybe, if you really, really try, today will be the day you can finally get all twenty bags in, in one trip.

Right. And, shortly thereafter, you can have both forearms set, and casted. Be a real turn-on, in the bedroom.

You’ve managed to grab half a dozen bags, when the door to the mud room opens. “Hey, don’t grab too many!” Letty warns, as she comes hopping down the steps. “Let us help!”

Glancing up, you smile. For having had such a rough start, Letty can be a sweet girl. You know she gets that from her father. “Well, thank you,” you reply, resting a few, fabric handles onto her outstretched hands.

Letty grins, lowering her hands to her sides, before leaning in. “Did you talk him into it?” she whispers, conspiratorially.

You snicker, and whisper back, “He isn’t getting a choice. He’s outnumbered.”

“Yes!” Her hiss of victory is hardly subtle, catching Coco’s attention as he pokes his head out the door.

“You two plottin’ against me, again?”

“Yes,” you and Letty reply, in unison, leading you to erupt into a fit of giggles.

Coco is all grins. “’Course, you are.” He strides closer, he and Letty dancing around one another as she moves into the house. You lean into the car, and retrieve a few more bags. If Coco’s out here, he might as well assist. He’s peering into the car, once you stand back up, and lets out a low whistle. “Damn, (y/n)! You buy out the whole store, or what?”

“Hardly,” you reply, dryly. You hold up your hands, offering Coco the bags. “Here you go.”

“Oh, don’t mind if I do.” Thankfully, your hold on the bags is solid. Instead of grabbing the groceries, Coco’s hands are suddenly groping all over you. One hand is settled firmly at your ass, the other sliding into your hair, at the back of your head. He wastes no time diving in for a slow, deep kiss, and, damn, does his timing suck. He could have at least let you put the bags down, first. The contact makes you tingle, and has you regretting your decision not to stay home. Coco pulls back, after a few seconds, and hums. “Mm. Best delivery ever.”

You can’t help the small snort of amused laughter that leaves your throat. “Good try, Coco,” you praise, easing back far enough to offer him the bags, again. The look of disappointment on his face is just pitiful. “I’m not banging you in the garage.”

He has the grace to mock gasp. “I’d never!” It’s a crock, and you both know it. He looks too amused to be repentant, and you look too aware to be angry. You just raise your hands, slightly, in a third offer. Coco sighs. “All right. All right.” He takes the bags from your hands.

“Thank you.” You grab another load for yourself, rounding the open car door to follow Coco’s lead, into the house. One more trip for each of you, and you should have it covered. So much for only buying fifteen items.

Coco might be right about buying out the store.

Watching from the dining room, Coco has a good view of you and Letty unpacking the last of the groceries. Damn kid, she’d thrown him out, about ten minutes prior.

“Less groping, more helping, Coco,” Letty had warned him, after he’d tried to pin you against the sink.

It had been his last warning. Now, he’s been banished. Not the worst thing in the world, not really. Over the last few weeks, he’s really learned that there are some tasks he’s not so fond of. Pruning roses… Yeah, he’s pretty sure you’ll never let him do that, again. And, hey, nobody told him what to fill the bird feeder with. Unpacking groceries goes on that list, somewhere between line-drying laundry, and a streak-free mirror. He’s not sure why. Goodness knows, it makes him feel like a kid at Christmas, most times. Since being with you, though…

Since being with you, he feels like he’s taking advantage of something.

Yes, groceries are a strange place to let that feeling land, but he can’t help it. Coco’s been responsible for feeding himself since before he cares to remember. The only time anyone provided his meals was during deployment, and half that shit barely passed for edible. You, though… You keep the house stocked with more food than he’s seen anywhere, outside of a corner market. Letty always has options to take to school, and there’s a nutritious dinner on the table, almost every night. (Some nights, he actually does win the battle for delivery). If Coco goes on a run, you send him along with snacks for the road. And, yeah, he kinda’ likes that. He also likes the energy bars you picked out for him, last week. Something with cherries, and dark chocolate. He wonders, for a second, if you picked up any more. Come in handy during his mid-week trip outta’ town.

Coco blinks. Then, he does it again, just for good measure. That’s it. That’s what’s so fucking weird about this whole thing.

It’s you.

Okay, no, it’s not you, you. But, it’s you. It’s you, taking care of him. It’s you, seeing to his needs. Letty’s needs. It’s you, being his wife, his partner. It’s you, slotting into the place of role-model for his teenaged daughter. Welcoming them into your home. Not treating it like it’s your home. It’s you, being so fucking perfect for him, it’s taken his mind all this time to catch up with reality.

Coco doesn’t get perfect. Perfect doesn’t want him.

Except, now, it does.

Before he knows what he’s doing, Coco strides into the kitchen. He doesn’t wait for you to put the box of pasta in the cupboard. He just takes it from your hand, ignoring your confused look, as he tosses it onto the counter.

“Coco!” Letty admonishes, but it’s no use. He’s already lifting you off the floor, arms around your perfect backside. The kid gives a long-suffering sigh, he hears it, but pays it no mind.

Nothing – nothing – is going to keep him from holding you in his arms.

Your own arms go around Coco’s neck, and you smile down at him, surprise still lingering in your eyes. “Uhm… Hi, there.”

Coco grins. “Hey, muñeca.” Leaning up, he pecks you on the lips.

“Can I help you with something?” you ask, to which Coco shakes his head. Closes his eyes, as your fingers play in his hair.

“Nah. Got all I need.”

Pulling a package of mixed vegetables from the half-unpacked shopping bag, Letty rolls her eyes. You two… God, you’re gross. Coco always has his hands on you, no matter what you’re trying to do. It’s a wonder you don’t carry a damned fly swatter around. Actually, it’s a wonder you ever accomplish anything. He’s always smooching, and smiling, and snuggling at you. It’s disgusting. It’s pathetic.

It’s so damned cute, it’s sickening.

Really, Letty’s enjoying seeing Coco so happy. Like, genuinely happy. Not the false pride he carries around with his kutte. He’s more relaxed, nowadays. He drinks less, and he spends more time at home, both of which mean he’s not hanging around with those skanks at the clubhouse. He eats more, he’s healthier… Nothing to complain about, there.

And, hey, she has no complaints about you, either. You’re pretty cool, all-around. A woman who takes care of herself, and her family, and doesn’t bitch about either one. You’re not using Coco for money, or status, none of the shit she’s always been worried her father would fall into. There aren’t arguments, every night, not even between herself and Coco, as of late. No hostilities, nothing to avoid the house over. Just good dinners, and movies, and a new fish tank in her room. (Okay, so, you’d earned some major points with that birthday gift. She hadn’t actually expected to get one, when she’d mentioned it). For the first time, she understands what a peaceful, happy family feels like. It feels nice. It feels like home.

Glancing back to where Coco now has you perched on the counter top, stealing the most syrupy-sweet smooches… Letty can’t help but smile. Home is A-okay by her.

The sound of the air conditioner humming in the bedroom usually lulls you right to sleep. Tonight, it’s just providing you with white noise, a low background track to your thoughts. You don’t mind, not really. It gives you a few minutes to reflect on the day that’s just ended. To plan your day, tomorrow. To weave your fingers through Coco’s hair, and listen to him breathe. That, alone, makes it worthwhile.

Coco has been asleep against your shoulder for nearly an hour, now. Your arms are wrapped around him, comfortably, his own around your waist. You’d urged him up to bed, after he’d fallen asleep on the couch, his head in your lap. He’d snoozed from the middle of the movie, to the end of the nightly news report. Letty had tsked, and complained that no one had any business, whatsoever, in falling asleep during Zombieland. (How he’d stayed asleep was still a wonder to you, both, for how hard you’d been laughing at Tallahassee). With your fingers in his hair, Coco had been blissfully unaware for a couple of hours.

Glancing down, you take in the sight of your husband’s sleeping face. He looks so damn peaceful, the kind you’d outright murder to preserve for him. Coco’s still struggling with sleep, and relaxation, even though you’d hoped it would ease up, once your nuptials had passed. Most of it, you know will never go away. Anxiety doesn’t have a magic wand, or some perfect little on/off switch. And, all things considered, today wasn’t a terrible day. You’d been able to leave the house, with minimal panic on Coco’s part. Granted, it had taken extra time to get the groceries put away, and dinner made, but… You understand, as much as you are able to, that Coco needs the reassurances. It doesn’t cost you anything to carve a few moments from the day, every here and there, to give him what he needs.

Okay, so it did cost you that first batch of pancakes, this morning. They’d burned on the stove, and set off the smoke alarms, when he’d insisted on a dance through the living room. But, Coco loved the song you’d been playing on your Spotify, so there was really no denying him.

Oh, and… Yeah, you’d missed that phone call from the bank, the week before. Your husband had slipped up next to you, on the porch swing, and snuggled you to within an inch of your life. An easy fix, and you still got the business loan, but…

And, sure, you’ve been late to work, on numerous occasions. Coco has a habit of sneaking into your morning shower. And, after that… Well, hell, you own the company. It’s not like you have to explain to the boss that you’re late to your shift, on account of baby-dancing. (Fucking forums).

Point is, you’re more than happy to take care of Coco’s emotional needs. It may take you an extra hour to pay your bills. Daily tidying may have become every-other-day-if-you’re-lucky tidying. And, your ass may have gone numb, tonight, while he slept on your thigh. During which time, you could have loaded the dishwasher. Taken out the trash. Any number of tasks that have been neglected, in the name of Coco. They can wait.

Leaning in, you press a tender kiss to your husband’s forehead, before settling back in, and closing your eyes. Yes, chores can wait. Work can wait. The whole world can hold it, with both hands. So long as you’re around, Coco’s well-being will never have to take the back seat.

P.S. If Coco denies it, he’s full of it. He fucking loved that cauliflower pizza. Fucking vegetarians, indeed.

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angryschnauzer · 4 years ago

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Waited So Long

Summary: As an actress in her mid 20′s you had been lucky enough to get the roles you pushed yourself for, but one role in particular needs a scene you have no experience with; a sex scene, and you co-star is surprised to discover you are still a virgin even though you are in your mid 20′s. But he’s willing to help with whatever you need.

Trope: Friends to Lovers, Co-stars to Lovers Pairing: Henry Cavill x Female Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, loss of virginity, oral sex, fingering, vaginal sex, protection/condoms.

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Waited So Long

Henry sat at the large table, grinning and laughing as the rest of the cast had finished reading through the latest episode’s script. Everyone was in a good mood and that was down to the fact that tomorrow’s shooting schedule required just you and Henry, meaning that everyone else got a three day weekend. But… but you were just staring at the script. You knew it had been coming, but to see the words in front of you, the stage descriptions, it was overwhelming.

The Netflix special was ten episodes of a sci-fi series, and you played an alien warrior. Henry was the plucky human astronaut that had been aboard the International Space Station when it had been sucked into a black hole and had ended up on the far side of the universe. Eight episodes into the filming schedule and the pivotal sex scene was about to be included, and that’s what was clouding every thought in your mind.

You were far from naive, you had no issue with your costume or even the nudity - you were after all painted purple with patches of ‘scales’ in strategic parts - but it was the fact you had a small secret that was making you so nervous; you hadn’t ever actually had sex.

You were already mid 20’s, you’d been through university and stage school, worked on broadway and the London west end, you’d modelled for artists and had always put your career first. Relationships had just fizzled away after the first couple of dates because of your acting schedule… and that is how you found yourself not only a virgin in her mid 20’s, but one that had never even laid in bed with a partner, been close, felt the weight of a lover on top of them… anything at all.

The producers called it a wrap for the read through, and the sounds of chairs scraping on the floor filled the room. As people shot their empty plastic bottles into the trash you felt your stomach lurch, quickly leaving the room, finding the disabled bathroom and running to the toilet, the contents of your stomach very quickly coming back up.

Finally empty, you sat on the floor and rested your head against the wall, your mind spinning. A quiet knock at the door made you open one eye, watching as the unlocked door swung open and a familiar face peered round;

“Are you ok?” Henry asked, his bulk almost filling the entire doorway; “You’re not coming down with something?”

You shook your head;

“No, just umm… nerves… haha…” you laughed rather awkwardly.

Stepping into the room, he sat against the opposite wall, leaning forwards to hand you his half finished bottle of water;

“... about tomorrow?”

Taking a sip of water you nodded;

“Bit pathetic really, isn’t it?”

“Not at all. Is this your first onscreen love scene?”

“Yeah”

He sat forwards, resting his hands on his knees as he thought pensively for a moment;

“Are you going out with the crew tonight?”

“No. Can’t really face it”

“How about I drive us back to the house and order some chinese and talk things through? This isn’t my first love scene but I remember the nerves. We’ll get everything out in the open so the air is clear ready for tomorrow, yeah?”

Nodding, you watched as he stood, holding out his hand for you and helping you to your feet.

The drive back to the shared house that most of the main cast members were staying at was fun, Henry having linked his Spotify to the stereo, firing up a playlist of old school pop with an eclectic mix of metal. By the time he rolled into the large driveway that the rental house had, you were both yelling out the words, laughing and grinning.

Once inside you excused yourselves to go shower, twenty minutes later finding Henry in the kitchen. His hair was wet and he wore a t-shirt and pair of sweatpants as he looked over the chinese menu;

“What do you fancy?” he asked and you tried not to blurt out what you were thinking, because even though you may be a virgin, your thoughts were far from pure.

Looking over the list he had already scribbled down, you pointed to a couple of dishes, watching as he added them to the list before dialling for delivery.

Pushing your plate away you stretched out and groaned. Still shovelling egg fried rice into his mouth, Henry pointed his fork at your plate;

“Roo dun?” he asked, his cheeks full like a hamster.

“Help yourself!”

He eagerly dumped the rest of your lemon chicken on top of his rice, jabbing at the pieces;

“Hey, about tomorrow… you really don’t need to worry. It’s just going to be you and me, and three other people”

Taking a sip of your beer you quietly snorted;

“That’s still three more people that would ‘usually’ be there… and four more than i’ve ever experienced”

He paused, setting his fork down and you could see his mind working through what you said;

“So uhh, it's been a while…?”

“To be honest, it's been never”

It was like something short circuited in his brain;

“Never never? Like, never?”

Putting your beer down, you fiddled with the label;

“I’m a virgin. I’ve never had sex. I’ve never even slept with anyone”

There was an awkward silence, the air tense before Henry finally spoke;

“Is it a religious thing?”

You shook your head;

“No. I just have been so wrapped up in studying or working or being on stage… I would get two dates into a relationship and some big opportunity would come up. I would get blinkered and end up ghosting guys without even realising. Ambition got in the way of a love life…”

Henry took a deep breath;

“Ok. So you know i’ll be covered up… down there i mean… and so will you… so there won’t be any slips or anything. I won’t be inside you or anything…”

Cocking an eyebrow you scoffed;

“Henry… I know you won’t be inside me. We studied sex scenes at stage school. They gave us the practical run down of what happens. It's lots of rubbing and grunting. I just need to go watch some porn again to figure out what to grunt…” you took a sip of your beer; “... and you probably wouldn’t fit inside me anyway… it’s not like anything has ever breached that hole”

Henry sat with a wide eyed look on his face, his jaw hanging slack;

“So you… you’ve never even pleasured yourself?”

“Of course i have!” you threw a prawn cracker at him; “I’ve just never…. You know… had internal stimulation…”

“Wow” he muttered quietly, shifting in his seat; “So…” he started again but then stopped, his brain seemingly unable to string a coherent sentence together.

Finally he cleared his throat;

“So there’s never been any on set stuff?”

“Nope. Usually I run through my lines for the next day, check the schedule, the set and makeup call times. I guess the one bonus about all of this is that there aren’t any lines for tomorrow”

You both knew that the scene had been set up without dialogue, mostly from Netflix’s instruction because any erotic scenes can cause havoc with sensors in some countries when it comes to subtitles.

“What did you want to do now? Do you want an early night? Watch a movie? Talk? You want me to lay on top of you?” he asked, picking his now cold plate of food up and dumping the leftovers in the waste disposal.

“Yes” you replied far too quickly.

“Which part?”

“All of it”

With the TV in the main living area out of action thanks to a rather rambunctious game of ping pong a few weeks ago, the pair of you had moved to Henry’s room. An hour into the movie and it was far from your thoughts, instead you were in the bizarre situation where Henry was literally laying on top of you as you had a conversation. The feeling of his weight pressing against you was at first a surprise, he was thick with muscles for the role, and with probably 200lbs of human pressing you against the mattress you had found you would have to shift now and again. Finally you found a position that was comfortable, and as you chatted about life you found your legs had naturally parted to allow him to lay between them, his stomach pressing to yours, his face inches from your own;

“This is literally how we’ll be spending our day tomorrow you realise” he quietly pointed out

“But there will be grunting too… plus some thrusting… it’ll probably get your ass in the gossip magazines as best ass in hollywood again” you teased him, knowing that the nudity he’d done in previous shows and movies had earned him a lot of attention thanks to his rather peachy behind.

Henry pushed up a little, poking a finger to your breasts;

“Oh yeah? Well these will earn you a whole legion of fans, you have an awesome pair of tits”

“Pfft, they’re just average”

“They’re good enough to give me a semi” he countered with a crooked grin on his face, using his finger to just tug at your neckline, exposing a tiny bit more skin.

You shifted beneath him without even realising you were doing so and that’s when you felt it, a growing hardness pressing against your abdomen. Your eyes went wide as you stared up at him, the mix of emotions showing on his face;

“I’ll get off…”

“No!” you instinctively wrapped your legs around his, leaning your head up and pressed a kiss to his lips. He let out a grunt of surprise and you felt him tense, before he softened, his lips following yours as you pulled rested your head back on the duvet beneath you.

His lips were soft and plump, and as he rocked his hips against you again this time you felt he was getting harder. Instinctively you gasped, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You may not have had sex before but you had kissed, and your tongue danced with his as hands started to explore each others bodies, fingers seeking out skin as t-shirts were tugged up to expose heated skin.

Pulling your shirt over your head he admired your naked chest, the pattern on your top having hidden the fact you were without a bra;

“Oh yeah, even purple these’ll be popular”

With a smirk on his lips and a wicked grin on his face he lowered his mouth to your naked torso, taking one peaked nipple between his lips to suck on it, his hand cupping your other breast. As he worked his magic your body responded, the wetness between your thighs soaking through your clothing, the subtle movements of your bodies rubbing together making your arousal almost uncontrollable. Winding your hands into his dark locks, the soft hair curled around your fingers as he looked at you, pressing a trail of kisses down your sternum until he reached your leggings;

“Can i continue?” he asked quietly, watching as you nodded your head;

“Yes… please…”

As he pulled your leggings off he pressed kisses to the heated skin that he revealed, never breaking eye contact;

“So here’s what i’m going to do… first i’m going to get you to cum with my tongue, i’ll slip it just a little inside you so you can get used to the feeling, then i’ll gently tease you with my fingers; find that g-spot of yours as i’ve been assured a g-spot orgasm is completely different from a clitoral orgasm…

“Fuck…”

“Yes, that’s the third thing…” he grinned at you; “Once you’re nice and ready, and really really wet i’m going to make love to you… so you can practice your moans for tomorrow…”

He shed you of the rest of your clothing before softly grasping your legs and pulling them apart, revealing your virgin core. Tender fingers parted your petals before his tongue swiped a wide stripe through them, and the sound that emerged from your throat startled even you.

“You like that?”

“Yes… oh my god, please do that again!”

“With pleasure!”

“The pleasure is all mine…”

“Henry?”

“Yes?”

“Please shut up and get on with it” you grinned at him, before he dipped his face back between your legs and went to town. His tongue was seemingly everywhere, grunts and moans as he worked you open, and when he slipped his tongue into the ring of muscle at your entrance your eyes shot open and you giggle-moaned at the unfamiliar but not unpleasant experience. When a finger found your clit you relaxed again, laying back and enjoying the pleasure he was selflessly giving you.

Gripping at the bedcovers you found your hips started to move on their own, only for Henry to press a strong arm across your stomach to hold you in place, pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm. When it finally did hit your body reacted instinctively; your legs wrapping themselves around his head, your back arching and your fingers almost tearing through the fabric of the sheets, before you finally went limp. As your mind was nothing but stars a muffled voice came through the haze of your post orgasmic bliss;

“If i could get some oxygen…”

Not realising your legs were still firmly wrapped around Henry’s head, you quickly released him, his head popping up from beneath your thighs. His cheeks were flushed red and his chin was wet, and it took you a moment to realise you were the cause for the wetness. He wiped his chin with the back of his hand before standing and grabbing a bottle of water to pass to you;

“You’re gonna need to rehydrate after that…”

You went to take the bottle from him but the bulging tent in his sweatpants distracted you, your hand pausing mid air before Henry laughed;

“Drink first, then you can play with it”

“Oh… I… “

“Drink”

Taking the bottle you sipped at the tepid liquid as he lay on the bed beside you. When you’d finished he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to his firm chest before kissing you softly;

“Are you ready for round two?”

“Can i touch you too?”

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth before he nodded, watching as you eased the elastic of his sweats down and his heavy cock sprang free. Your jaw fell as you took in his size, but before you could overthink it he pressed a kiss to your lips as his hands wandered between your thighs.

Reaching out you wrapped your fingers around him as his own slid between your folds, dancing over your clit before he pressed a single digit inside you, your eyes going wide and your hand squeezing him involuntarily.

“Does that feel good?”

You nodded;

“Yes, a little strange that i’m not in control, but i think that’s what makes it even more exciting”

“That’s good… now, how about another finger?”

Nodding again you bit your lip as he slid a second finger in alongside the first, your eager hole stretching around his digits. Instinctively you had started to move your hand up and down his shaft, doing little more than gentle movements, but soon the pair of you got into a rhythm, working together to leave your breaths in time with the others.

“Doing so well for me… so wet. Shall we try a third?”

Nodding you let out a quiet ‘uh-huh’ as he repositioned his hand, carefully sliding three fingers into your soaked velvet channel, and the noise that came from your throat was base and full of sin. When his thumb started to rub against your clit while he continued to work three fingers inside you the spring in your belly snapped and you were coming hard, shaking around his hand.

As you came down from your high Henry carefully withdrew his fingers, salaciously licking them clean before he got off the bed and went to the drawer in the little cabinet, pulling out a condom.

“Oh… i’m on the pill…” you blurted out; “You don’t have to… In fact i’d really like to feel you, you know… bare…”

Tearing the packet open he grinned at you;

“I get that… but you’re gonna be in makeup in less than 12 hours” he knelt on the bed as he started to roll the latex down his angry dick.

“Umm yeah?”

“Well its something you’d only know from experience, but it can take up to 24 hours for a guys cum to fully leak out of you”

“Oh…”

“And your costume and makeup gets pretty intimate, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah…”

“So you want Iris in makeup to be able to smell my cum dripping out of you when she’s painting your snatch purple tomorrow?” he said with a grin on his face, rolling the condom down fully before positioning himself between your legs

“I gotta be honest, the idea that someone realises i’ve had sex is kinda kinky” you craned your neck up to kiss him as you felt his dick notch at the entrance to your cunt; “But you’re the expert here”

“That i am… Let me show you just how much of an expert…”

With a smooth roll of his hips he pushed into you and the feeling was indescribable, in fact it was so overwhelming you screwed your eyes shut, willing the tears not to fall, but Henry simply held still, kissing each one of your tears as they fell down your cheeks until you were ready.

“Breathe babe… just breathe… it’s overwhelming i know… i understand…”

Opening your eyes you gazed up at him, smiling as he leaned down and kissed you softly.

“Are you ok?”

“Y-yeah…”

“You want me to keep going?”

“Please… oh god please”

“Gonna make you feel so good”

He carefully pulled his hips back before pushing into you again, seemingly getting deeper before pulling out again. Soon you were lost in the moment, feelings both physical and emotionally almost overwhelming you again as your body was taken to new heights of pleasure, Henry seemingly knowing exactly how to make the moment special for you.

Your body reacted in the best way, the tight spring inside you curling ever tighter, until with just the right roll of his hips he tipped you over the edge and you were coming hard, your body squeezing him so tight he knew he’d found heaven whilst you saw stars.

Whilst you were in the haze of your orgasm you heard the most beautiful moans, and felt as Henry came deep within you. As soon as he stopped shaking he wrapped his arms around you tightly, pressing his face to your neck as he cradled the back of your head with his massive hand, pressing soft kisses to your heated skin as you both basked in the aftershocks of your intense orgasms.

Finally Henry pushed himself up to bear his weight on one arm, sliding his other hand between your bodies to hold the condom in place as he carefully pulled out of you;

“I’m just gonna get rid of this… stay here”

You watched his peachy ass as he quickly mad his way to the bathroom, hearing water running before he reappeared moments later with a damp washcloth. Sitting delicately beside you he carefully cleaned you up, and when he was finished he pulled the duvet over your naked body as he quickly got rid of the cloth and joined you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you to his chest;

“Are you ok?”

“I think so… Did i make a mess of your bed?”

“No. No blood”

“Really? I thought…”

“If you’re relaxed enough you may not bleed… or you may have simply ruptured your hymen just through every day life. A fall, tampons, strenuous exercise… didn’t you do a horseriding movie a couple of years back?”

“Y-yeah…” you cast your mind back; “Now you mention it, there was one really long day when i’d spent all day shooting a galloping scene with jumps… i just thought my period was coming early, and i had this really dull ache in my lower back… i guess that makes sense now…”

“So… you’re good? Feel ok about filming tomorrow?”

You nodded;

“Yeah, i’m good. Thank you” You looked up at him and saw he was chewing his lip nervously; “What?”

“I was wondering… you know… after we’ve finished filming tomorrow… did you want to go to dinner with me?”

“Like a date?”

“Yeah… hey i understand if you say no… that you want to concentrate on your role and acting…”

“No! I mean yes!” you took a deep breath; “I’d love to go to dinner with you”

He pressed a kiss to your cheek before you settled on his chest, his strong heartbeat beating beneath your ear as you let your eyelids drop and you fell asleep in his arms.

Iris tutted as you fidgeted;

“Will you stand still? I need to get these scales on!”

“Sorry Iris… just a little sore…”

The older woman looked up at you as she held the patch of purple scales prosthetic and grinned;

“Well its about time” she nodded to the various bottles and jars that were on the counter; “Make sure you take the coconut oil when you leave tonight, it’ll help get the adhesive off without pulling on any bruises”

You looked down at Iris and smiled;

“Thanks Iris”

“Was it worth it?”

“So worth it”

#henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x you #henry cavill smut #henry cavill fanfiction

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echo-hiraeth · 4 years ago

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Princesa - Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Summary: Frankie is eager to find out what it is his girl does for a living, but she’s rather reserved about it. Until they run into each other at a birthday party.

Warnings: Profanities, mentions of injury, little bit of angst, but overall very fluff

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A/n: I didn’t pick a specific princess, so everyone can feel included :)) feel free to imagine whichever one lol, go wild!

“Are you sure you don’t want me to pick you up?”, he asked, leaving a trail of kisses on your neck.

You scratched at his scalp, smiling down at him. “I get what you’re trying to do”, you chuckle.

“What? Bull-shit! Me, a secret agenda?”, he jested, lying his absolute ass off.

“You jerk! Pretending to care about my safety huh?”, you continued to taunt.

He poked your sides, burying his scruff in your neck. “Can you blame me? You work in ‘entertainment’ that could literally be anything, I just want to knowwww”, he whined.

“Patience, my dear, is the greatest virtue of all. Now unhand me, I have entertainment business to attend tomorrow.”

He pouted, tightening his strong arms around you. “Why can’t you just stay the night, princesa?”

“Because I have a lot of getting ready to do”, you answered, wiggling out of his iron grip.

“Alright, alright, fair enough, but let me come see you after”, he bargained, handing you your shirt off the floor.

You put it on, standing up to button your jeans. “I’ll text you, okay? I love you Frankie.”

He kissed you goodnight, walking you to your car and waving as you drive past. Luckily he had something to preoccupy his mind tomorrow, it was one of Redfly’s girls’ birthday. Tom had invited all the guys to help him out, a bunch of seven year-olds not exactly something he was equipped for.

The two of you had been dating for about half a year now, though you’d only gone public in your fourth month. Frankie had introduced you to some of the guys already, Redly and Ironhead being the ones you had yet to meet. So when you got an e-mail seeing if you could attend a seven year-old’s birthday tomorrow as a Disney princess. The one big mystery had been your job, you’d roughly told Frankie what you did without ever telling him what you did. It had been a big deal to you, some of your exes either breaking up over it or being really creepy about it. Everything had gone so smoothly with Frankie, as if it was always meant to be, and the longer you were dating, the more the talk about your job stressed you out.

The next morning you were up early, showering while trying to think of a way to tell Frankie. Too bad you weren’t allowed to drink on the job, you could use a shot for courage right about now, at ten am in the morning. Getting out of the shower you made your way to your wardrobe, pulling out the drycleaner’s bag with your dress for the day. You put on all the layers, trotting back to the bathroom to do your make-up and put on that damned wig. They really didn’t pay you enough for this, more than once had you nearly passed out from the heat, the wig and excessive uniform nothing short of restricting and suffocating in summer.

You sat down in the kitchen, eating a quick lunch and checking up on your work e-mails before heading off. The drive was supposed to be just under two hours, so you had time to rehearse your little act in the car, singing along to the karaoke version of the assigned princess’ song. You loved it though, seeing those kids’ faces light up as you walked into the room, tugging on the skirt of your dress, singing along with you. It was a very fulfilling job, but a tough industry nonetheless, more than once had a father taken you aside, asking you if you did anything else on the side. It was downright inappropriate and having to walk it off and smile hadn’t always proved easy. You had a good feeling about today though, humming along to the music as you drove, waving at kids and parents in passing.

As per usual you parked a couple houses down the road, not wanting to blow your cover of being a mundane girl rather than a glorified princess. You texted the father of the kid, communicating that you were ready to go. He texted you the OK, telling you to just come around the back. You took a deep breath, putting on your trademark smile as you opened the fence, walking into the garden.

“Look kids, the princess is here!”, somebody announced.

About a dozen of little heads turned your way, some squealing and screaming went along with it, as per usual. You waved excitedly, making a reverence to the birthday girl.

“Tessa! Happy birthday darling!”, you cooed, engulfing the little girl in a hug.

Some of the kids gathered around you, immediately starting the crossfire of interrogation, asking where your prince was, if the other princesses would be coming too, where your castle was, and so on and on. You answered each and every one of their questions, giggling and chuckling as they grew more and more excited.

Frankie was in the kitchen when you arrived, flipping pancakes with Santiago. “Think the princess is here”, he sighed.

“Think she’s hot?”, Pope asked.

“Hope not, Benny won’t be able to keep his hands off”, he chuckled.

Will walked in with some empty bottles. “Those kids are gonna sleep well tonight.”

“Ironhead”, Santi called, “she hot?”

He wolf-whistled, fervently nodding. “Drop-dead-gorgeous is what she is! Go have a look, I’ll take over.”

The two of them went outside with some new bottles of soda and water, setting them down on the table before looking in the direction of all the commotion. Frankie was sipping on some coke as he followed Santi, nearly choking on his drink as he spotted you.

“No way, Fish!”, Santi laughed, doubling over in his enthusiasm.

“That your girl?”, Tom asked with a confused look on his face.

He was rendered speechless, just slowly nodding as he looked at you. This was your “entertainment” job you refused to tell him about? So you weren’t like a private dancer? Just a.. princess for hire? He didn’t know whether to be relieved or not, feeling bewildered more than anything. When the initial shock settled he could actually take a good look at you. Will was right, you did look gorgeous, beaming like that. The dress was beautiful too, making you look regal, if not divine. It was a sight Frankie could get used to, you were adorable. You looked up from where you were crouched, talking to some kid and locked eyes with him.

A fucking deer in headlights. You felt your heart drop, blood rushing to your face. You cleared your throat, trying to regain your composure, not wanting any of the kids to suspect anything was off. But fuck, this wasn’t the plan at all.

He disappeared back into the kitchen, a mischievous smirk plastered on his face. At least Benny would keep his hands off. Will clasped his shoulder, grinning wickedly. “Goddamn Fish, you got yourself a whole princess, huh?”

Normally you felt rather comfortable in your role, singing and dancing for and with the kids as they please, but now, knowing that your boyfriend was here.. it was gonna be a long two hours. Everything was fine until Tessa tugged on your corset, beckoning you to bend down a little.

“Yes, dear?”, you asked.

“My uncles are staring at you”, she whispered, “maybe you should dance with them.”

Your lips curled up involuntarily, your bashfulness gaining the upper hand. “Is that what you really want, Tessa?”

The little girl nodded, twisting some of your locks around her tiny finger. “But uncle Frankie has a girlfriend, so you can’t dance with him”, she explained.

“Of course, that would not be very ladylike”, you assured her, placing a hand on her shoulder, “Your pick, love.”

She hauled you over to Santiago of all guys, giggling as she ran away, leaving the two of you just awkwardly standing there. “Tessa wants us to dance”, you sighed, picking at your fingers.

“Did she now?”, he humoured, “Well who am I to turn a princess down.”

He extended his hand, motioning for you to take it. And so you did. The two of you walked back over to the improvised dance floor. Everyone’s eyes were on you now, as Santiago placed a hand on your waist, the other one holding onto your palm. It was one simple waltz, where he learned this you didn’t know, but as you spun around you caught a glimpse of your surroundings. All the way in the back stood Frankie, leaning against a doorpost.

“Don’t worry about him, he can take it”, Pope soothed you, circling around once more.

You twirled out of his grasp, only to come back in four counts later. “I just feel bad that I didn’t tell him.”

“He’ll understand, but for now, let’s annoy him a bit more.”

You couldn’t help but huff out a laugh at this, nodding before you devoted all your attention to the dance again. At the end you curtsied, as did he, pressing a tender kiss to your palm. You saw Frankie shift in the corner of your eye, Benny already making his way over to you.

“Got one more for me?”, he asked, clearly wanting to play along.

You made another reverence, accepting yet again. “How pissed is he gonna be?”, you questioned as he laid his hands on you.

“Fuming”, Benny chuckled, starting to sway along to the music.

It became clear that he was an inexperienced dancer when he stepped on your toes for the fourth time. You just smiled at him, despite wanting to curse him out. He wasn’t doing it on purpose though, offering a mumbled apology each time it happened. That was until he stepped on your foot mid, twirl, making you bend it at an awkward angle. You heard somewhat of a crack before losing your balance. Because he was so close he had no issue steadying you.

“I think I just sprained my ankle”, you whispered, smile faltering due to your discomfort.

“Can you stand on it?”

You get tried to put some more weight on it, nearly falling in your attempt. Benny caught you yet again, putting your arm around his shoulder, guiding you towards one of the chairs.

Frankie was by your side before you could so much as blink, crouching down next to your chair. “Everything alright?”

“Her ankle’s fu- not good”, Benny informed him, grabbing the nearest bottle of water.

“We should take this inside, away from the kids”, you whispered, noticing the little heads turned in your direction.

Frankie nodded, sliding an arm under the backs of your knees, swiftly picking you up. He carried you into the house without a word, setting you down on the couch. You bent over to slide your heel off, whining at the sensitivity.

“What happened out there?”, he asked from the kitchen.

You lifted your skirt to get a good look. “He stepped on my foot and I bent it.”

“Shit – think it’s broken?” He knelt down again, resting your foot on his thigh as he carefully laid some ice on it.

You flinched at the touch, pursing your lips as you nodded rather frantically. “Yep, yep, yep. That’s never a good sign.”

“Okay, I’m taking you to the ER, c’mon”, he announced, once again picking you up. “I know my truck is no carriage but..”

You playfully hit his shoulder. “Don’t you dare make fun of me now.”

He sat with you the entire time you were in the ER. Since you weren’t injured that badly you mostly were just stuck in the waiting room, in pure agony. You got some strange looks in your dress, but you’d abandoned the wig and corset. Frankie stuck by your side the entire time, kissing you forehead and holding your hand when he felt like it.

“I think you’re up, princesa”, he murmured, pointing towards the doctor approaching you.

You had indeed fractured your ankle. The x-rays proved as much, a clean break on the bone. The doctor gave you some advice as to how to treat it and what not to do and left you in a small room with Frankie, waiting for a nurse to come apply your cast.

“Are you mad?”, you asked quietly.

He quirked a brow at you, trying to read you. “What?”

“Well.. the dancing and just not telling you and-“

He kissed you, shushing you with his mouth. “Honey, you were doing your job and the guys were just playing around. Why would I be mad?”

“It’s just that.. well in the past my job has.. you know, put an end to things…”, you said with a trembling lip.

He cupped your face, making you look up at him. “I don’t care about what you do for a living, baby, princess or not, you’ll always be my princesa.”

You blinked away a few tears, leaning back in to close the gap once again. “I love you so much, Frankie.”

“Te quiero mucho, mi amor. But.. you do owe me a dance.”

#frankie morales x reader #francisco morales #frankie morales #imagine #triple frontier #pedro pascal

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43sparrows · 4 years ago

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n e e d e d - {Five x Reader} AU!

Read Part 1

WARNINGS: more pining, more angst, more mediocre smut

Word Count: 1,933

Note: ugh sorry it took forever to get this out. I had to rework my idea on it. I hope you like this next installment.

- - [ 5 ] - -

Need you.

The note taped to your mirror is written in an all too familiar scrawling handwriting. The paper is also familiar. It's clearly been torn from the open day planner on your vanity.

Despite the fact that you're home two hours past when you wanted to be-- Despite the fact that it's late and you haven't even eaten-- Despite the fact that your roommate is in the next room with a group of your friends watching the Bachelorette-- you tug the note down and walk to the hallway phone. Dialing in the number is mechanic--your finger acting on muscle memory alone as you stare at the paper in your hand. The top is a jagged white line that cuts through your boxes of to dos and appointments and events. It's a good thing you didn't have anything else planned for today.

He picks up on the third ring. "Five."

"Hey, I got your note," you say, keeping your voice down. From the living room, you hear one of your friends exclaim Girl, no! Don't listen to his bullshit!

"And?"

You shake your head as if he can see it. "Nasreen has friends over, so here's no good."

"Come over."

You know this doesn't count as an invite. He says it out of necessity. He wants you. And Five gets what he wants. Still, your heart flutters a bit in your chest at the faintest tinge of hope that maybe when he says he needs you, he means it in more than just the usual way.

"Ok," you nod, again forgetting the basic concept of a phone call. "Give me like 15 min--"

There's a dial tone before you can even finish the sentence, let alone say goodbye. You sigh, hanging the phone back in its place on the wall as screams of outrage from the living room echo throughout the apartment. You're not looking forward to telling your roommate you can't stay for girl's night. Not in front of all the other girls. But he needs you. And after the day you've had, you kind of need him too.

You head back towards your bedroom to change, nudging the door to your room open with your elbow. You almost jump out of your skin when your eyes land on Five standing in the middle of the room.

"Couldn't wait," he says, crossing the room in two long strides before grabbing a hold of you.

In one second it feels like your body is shrinking in on itself and in the next you're stretching too far and too fast, but when the feeling settles, you're in Five's entryway and he's pressing you up against his door, pushing your shirt up over your head. The moment the fabric is free from your body his lips return to your neck, biting, tugging, sucking at the skin there as you throw your head back against the door, a thunking sound covering your whimpers.

Five deftly unbuckles your pants, shoving them along with your underwear down your legs. He's unwilling to stop his current assault of your collarbone, though, leaving you to ungracefully and hurriedly step yourself out of the pants. You might have fallen if it weren't for his vice like grip at your waist, pinning you to the door.

Your own hands find their way into Five's hair. He's due for a haircut, his sweeping bangs falling into his eyes and tickling your skin as he drops his lips to the skin left exposed by your bra. You push it back for him, but when he nips at the soft skin of your breasts, your fingers wind themselves into his locks pulling sharply so that he lets out a hiss. It's not much of a sound, but you'll take it as a victory.

It was an easy win though. You know that when he's like this, he just needs to feel something. He needs sharp reminders to keep him here in this moment instead of letting his mind wander off to wherever it was before the two of you wound yourselves around each other.

You tug at his hair again and his hips jerk forward into yours, eliciting a gasp from you. Or maybe it's not the small taste of friction. Maybe it's the fact that at almost the same moment, he unclasps your bra, and his mouth drops to cover your nipple.

It's not until his fingers pinch and roll at the other nipple that you realize, vaguely, that he's wearing too much clothes. It takes little prompting to get him to take off his shirt, and as he's busying himself with pulling it over his head, your hands drop to his belt and your whole body drops to its knees. Your hardly able to enjoy yourself there, though, since the second his pants and underwear pool at his feet, he's pulling you to yours and pushing you hard against the door. His hands come under your thighs, and you jump up, wrapping your legs around him, arms crossed behind his neck, your body nearly vibrating in anticipation of what comes next. It takes a second for him to roll on the condom he must have grabbed before his pants came off, the silver packaging falling to the floor as he coaxes the rubber down his shaft. The anticipation and heat of your bodies pressed together as your heart racing, and then in one swift move, he's entered you, his fast pace pounding out a rhythmic knocking sound against the door. You bury your face into his neck to muffle your cries, allowing your arms to unwind and fingernails rake up his back. His thrusting stutters and then returns as you bite into his shoulder.

There's no warning when he turns you, walking you backwards, his hands kneading at your ass on his way to somewhere else in your apartment.You ache for the feeling of him inside of you again, and trail your fingernails along his back again, as if this was enough to silently coax him to do what you wanted.

Five has never let you take control, though. Instead, he drops you to your feet, and before you can feel properly confused, a chair is clattering to the floor and he has you spun around and bent over his table. His pace is even more relentless as he takes you from behind, one hand pressing your cheek harder into the table as each thrust slams your thighs into the table. You feel the familiar pressure building inside of you, and you snake a hand down to rub at your clit. Five's thrusts grow even harder, and your eyes are squeezed shut, and you're biting at your lip so hard you can taste copper, and then there are stars.

But he's not done. Not even close.

You've come twice by the time he finally does, one hand wrapped around your throat, the other holding your hip with a bruising grip. His eyes shut, and he looks beautiful like that. But it's nothing like the short seconds that follow, as he relaxes and looks...almost peaceful. You don't always get a glimpse of this Five, but when you do, it's enough to make you believe in God.

Five pulls out, walking away to dispose of the condom and you take a second to lay there, legs dangling off the table, trying to catch your breath.

You hear Five walk back into the room and push yourself up into a sitting position. His back is towards you as he walks towards the door and your pile of clothes, letting you admire the angry red streaks you've left there. It's a twisted sort of delight to know that even though you'll be back home soon, all traces of you and this moment won't be gone.

"You want coffee?" Five asks, and your eyes shoot up to his mussed hair. He stoops to pick up the pile of clothes, gathering it in his arms and crossing back to the table so he can dump it into a pile next to you. You extract your underwear from where it's stuck in your pants, sliding it up your legs as much as you can without getting up.

"Yeah," you nod, as if this was nothing. Which it was. It was nothing. He'd asked you to stay for coffee twice before. It was another one of his codes.

He nods, pulling his pants up over his hips, underwear and all. Rather than messing with the belt, he lets it clink together as he heads into the kitchen, quickly washing his hands before pulling down some coffee. You allow yourself to slip from the table's ledge so you can continue getting dressed. Your muscles are already starting to feel sore, and as you zip your tight suit pants closed, you can feel how tender the skin around your hips already is. You'll probably have a host of bruises tomorrow morning. Traces of Five would remain too.

By the time you've gone to the bathroom, sanitized the table, and finished a quick Lysol wipe-down of the door, the french press is ready. Five brings it over to the table along with two mugs. He gives you a vintage Umbrella Academy mug with the logo on one side and a large "5" on the other. He keeps the plain white diner-style mug for himself.

Five pours his cup first before passing it over to you. You fill your mug in silence and then keep it cupped between your hands, bringing it to your lips to take a taste.

You learned early on that Five was good at everything he did. And that included making the best damn coffee.

"How bad was it?" you ask, keeping your mug between your hands and elbows propped up on the table.

He doesn't answer right away, but you've learned that this doesn't mean he won't answer at all. Instead he looks over your shoulder, gazing off into the distance and letting the silence drape itself around the two of you.

"Bad," he says finally, bringing his gaze to his coffee and then taking a long sip. He doesn't look up at you, instead staring at the dark pool of liquid. "Lost a kid."

His words are matter of fact, and cause a dull, achy kind of pain in your heart. One part for the injustice of losing a child to an act of evil, another for the heartbreak of the child's parents, and the largest for the misery, anger, frustration, and guilt swimming in this man in front of you.

Any words of your own are meaningless. He doesn't need you to tell him that it probably wasn't his fault, or that you were sorry, or that this situation sucked. You want to reach out and hold his hand, but the action's too intimate. Too gentle.

So instead, you sit across from him and nod, placing your mug down on the table so you can stare into yours as well. And finally, after you feel like a respectful amount of silence has passed, you murmur one word:

"Fuck."

Five exhales a humorless laugh. "Yeah," he agrees, his eyes looking up to meet yours. "Exactly."

The conversation never moving on from there. Instead, you each sit in the quiet, sipping at your coffee together and yet miles apart. Five finishes first and patiently waits for you to drain your mug of its last drop before you get up, leaving the coffee cups and french press on the table, and head into his bedroom. Five follows closely behind.

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moreidsdaughter · 4 years ago

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finally ready

emily prentiss x female reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1583

“Y/n, are you focusing? We need to get on the jet.” Your wife Emily was saying as you were sitting at the round table for a new case in Montana.

“Yeah, sorry Em I just zoned out for a second.'' You weren’t really zoned out. You were thinking about ways to surprise your wife for her birthday next week, it was her first birthday with you as a married couple.

“Y/n seriously we need to get on, or else Hotch is going to yell at us.” You quickly snapped out of your daze and walked up the stairs of the jet, you often used when traveling to a case. As you were walking you felt something on your hand, so you looked down to see Emily grabbing your hand as you boarded the plane. She gave you a sweet innocent look, which you returned. You both went to sit in your favorite section by the back of the plane, you’ve sat everywhere but this spot was your favorite. It was near the coffee table and next to a window.

After a few minutes Hotch called for everyone's attention. You took a quick glance around at people waking up. “Ok so we know that there were 6 murders done by supposedly the same person. All of them were women 16-22 years old, blond hair, blue eyes, slim,muscular build, all the victims were from the same gated community, and rich. Is there anything we can guess about this man other than the fact that he's a potential serial killer?” Hotch said with a puzzled expression.

As Hotch and Rossi were trying to figure it out with the team, your mind wandered off again. This time it was about the man you're trying to catch, then you got it. “This man was a sadomasochist and assaulted people for his own pleasure.” You had said in the middle of an argument. Derek turned to look at you and back to the rest of the team who glanced at you they realized you were right. Emily kept looking at you with a smile and grabbed your hand in hers. God she was so perfect you thought. Everything about her is perfect. The way she wears her hair, her confidence, the way she is so involved in even just the smallest things.

“Love what are you looking at?” She said in a slightly confused voice.

You didn’t realize that you had been staring at her for so long, “You because you’re perfect” You quickly said slightly flustered that she caught you staring again.

You had gotten to the station in Bozeman and were setting up. By now, you were all discussing the motives of the unsub and Hotch was telling everyone what to do. “Prentiss, y/l/n go to the victims houses and talk to the families. Morgan and Reid and I will go to the crime scenes. Rossi, go with the girls” Hotch knew to put you and Emily together by now. It was a natural occurrence how you met actually. It was your first week and Emily was the only one who would talk to you willingly, you’ve been together ever since.

As you were getting in the black Chevy Suburban, you shot Emily a concerned look. Cases involving young girls were always the hardest, especially you were once a young clueless girl only worrying about boys and school.

Emily saw the look in your eyes as she softly touched your face, moving a piece of hair from your eyes. “It’ll be ok love. I know how you feel.” You felt a little better knowing she was there to comfort you.

It has been a really long and tiring day but we were able to get some information about the girls. It helped that you and Emily were both younger that could help girls relate to them.

Once you guys had gotten back to the hotel lobby Rossi and Hotch were in a deep conversation about different suit designers.

“Alright guys go get some sleep, hopefully tomorrow we will get somewhere.” Rossi said once the conversation was over.

You and Emily started walking up to your shared room, when you felt Emily’s hand slowly trail down your side.

“Em, stop it! The team is here and it's unprofessional” Emily looked at you with a smirk.

“Prentiss, y/l/n, we better not hear anything tonight!” Morgan said in a jokingly way.

The entire team cracked up including Emily, but you just blushed and ran into your room giggling. Emily came in soon and flopped on the bed, then she rolled off and you both got ready for bed. Emily snaked her hand around your waist, as she pulled your head into your chest. You move your head closer to her boobs.

“My boobs aren’t pillows bub.” Emily chuckled, while she tried to move your head back up.

“I know, but there so soft Em.” You giggled. Then you placed your head back onto her boobs. “No, I like where I am right now.” Your lips turned upwards into a wide smile.

You were sitting on top of an empty desk in the station,resting your head on your wife’s shoulder while she sat next to you sipping steaming hot coffee.” The coffee at this station sucks ass. Zero stars for me” Emily said disappointed as a giggle escaped your lips. “I love you. You know that right?” You whispered into her ear. You knew that you could never explain how much you loved her. She was your world and the only person who could make you genuinely happy by just looking at you.

”I love you too bub. You mean the world to me, and I couldn’t be happier as your wife.” Emily said sweetly. You leaned your head off her shoulder, and gave her a light kiss on the lips. As soon as you pulled away from the sweet and calm moment, Reid, Hotch, and Morgan all came in with a guy in handcuffs.

“Welp, looks like we got a guy. Hotch go in first” you quietly said as you were walking over to the camera so you can watch. Aaron went in and you started to hear yelling.

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Thirty minutes later, you saw Hotch’s come out bright red and you thought to yourself all he needed was steam coming out of his ears. “We are sending JJ in. She looks like the girls the man has been killing, so if she seduces him he’s more likely to confess.” JJ looks at you and says it's a good idea. She walks over to you and you start to adjust her clothes and hair.

“Here unbutton your shirt a little more. I’ll give you some red lipstick I have in my bag. Mess up your hair.” You were saying as fixing JJ to look the part to try and make the unsub confess to killing the women.

“Ok, we need to go in. JJ let’s go. Thank you y/n.” Hotch was saying as he and JJ rushed into the room. You had yet again zoned out thinking about Emily’s birthday this year, you wanted to get her something special. You were quickly snapped out of your daze to Rossi saying something to you.

“And that, Y/n is why I am the best cook in the world.” is all you heard rest but you pretend to be listening to the whole thing. You decided to listen to Hotch and JJ when they finally came out both bright red.

“We got the little bastard. I need shots. Who’s down?” JJ said as she leaned back in a chair, buttoning up her shirt.

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You were all at a small midwestern themed bar,everyone was sitting at a table discussing whatever. Then it dawned on you. You were going to have a kid with Emily, she’s always wanted one but you were not ready for the responsibility of one yet. You’re ready to have a family with the person you love most in this world. You brought your focus back to the table but looked at Em and grabbed her hand and smiled.

It was finally the day, Emily’s birthday. Also the day you were telling her that you were ready to have a baby with her, you were doing something simple; Just going out to dinner at her favorite restaurant and after you would tell her with a little box. When she came home you both got ready and went out. You had a great time and the food was amazing. Once you paid and left you stopped her on a corner and gave her a box, Emily took the box and opened it, she saw what it said on the baby pink lid and cried. “Seriously bub? We can have a mini you and me? It’s ok if you're not ready. Are you serious?!” She cried into your shoulder. “Really bub, I am ready to have a family with you.” You both walked back hand in hand with happy tears streaming down your faces, you knew it and you were finally ready.

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 4 years ago

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Undercover love

@detective-giggles and i came up with this a little while ago and it bloomed into this cute little two parter. Part 1 to this

Warnings: This does talk of undercover work and the reader being put in a bad situation with drugs and an serial predator.

WC: 2701

Enjoy x

“So- care to tell me why I wasn’t informed that my Detective was undercover at one of the biggest law firms in the country?” Rafael pulled off his jacket throwing it over Nick’s desk putting his hands on his hips as he walked over to the big screens set up in the bullpen.

“If you had answered your phone this morning you would have known” Liv stood up from the chair she was sitting on pulling her glasses off walking towards Rafael while everyone else chuckled at his statement “Interesting choice of words Rafa” Liv smirked at him

“You know what I meant” he snapped back, frowning at Liv.

“Did we?” Nick shot over his shoulder.

“No one asked you Amaro” Rafael hissed “I could have blown her cover”

“Barba your face was priceless” Sonny turned to smile at him, making Nick, Amanda and Fin burst out laughing.

“Yeah yeah jokes on me” Rafael narrowed his eyes at Sonny “Going to fill me?” he looked at Liv huffing “I need to stay to make sure all my detectives are doing their job”

“I see what you did there, nice try” Liv smirked at him.

A victim had come in claiming she had been assaulted by the head of Jeffery and Partners, one the biggest firms in Manhattan. After doing more digging there were multiple complaints brushed under the carpet, some now out of the statute of limitations, only one case with evidence which was the most recent from that week. So it was decided for you to go undercover to catch him red handed. Jeff Jeffery had the same MO. Pretty personal assistants, wine and dine her week 1, take her for drinks and dancing, drug and assault her week 2. He had a huge turnover of assistants some not even remembering being assaulted.

You had turned up at the firm that morning in a tight fitting grey and burgundy plaid knee length tight fitting dress, black waist belt with burgundy cardigan and a pair of black peep toed Mary Jeans. Your thick rimmed glasses had a camera in it and your watch had your microphone. Your undercover name was Rachel.

The undercover was approved by Tucker, but you never knew that morning that Rafael would be turning up to have a meeting with Jeff about a case the DA had kicked to Rafael to get it sorted out. As soon as you saw Rafael being walked into the conference room your eyes opened wide and you saw him do a double take. He went to open his mouth and you shook your head slightly at him and it clicked. You were standing next a sitting Jeff sorting out some files for the meeting,

“Rachel, be a Darling and order Mr Barba and I a coffee. You know how I like it” Jeff winked at you reaching up and giving your hip a squeeze. Rafael frowned as anger ripped through him seeing another man touch you like that.

“Mr Barba how do you like your coffee?” You looked over at Rafael trying to act cool.

“Black” Rafael looked you in the eye, a slight smile pulling to his mouth.

“No problems” you smiled walking out of the room.

“Pretty thing isn’t she” Jeff looked over at Rafael who gave him a tight lipped smile.

It had been a long first day and you felt so dirty. Jeff was a sleaze. Nick, Sonny and Rafael clenched their teeth in anger a few times that day watching how Jeff spoke to you and touched you. You had to kept your cool and played along. The undercover was only approved for 3 weeks.

“This guy is creep, it’s her first day” Sonny kept watching the screen.

“I don’t want her in there longer then she needs to be” Rafael looked at Liv all red by what he was seeing the jealousy running through him.

“Neither do we” Amanda answered back.

“If he sticks to the same pattern, he will ask her for dinner on Friday, then next weekend comes the dancing and drinks.” Liv looked between everyone.

“I’ll have to remind her again to not drink the cocktail when that happens” Nick looked at Liv.

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You had just stepped out of your bathroom after a shower still feeling dirty from the day, walking out in navy cotton shorts and a Beatles Abby Rd t shirt, your hair still damp. You had ordered in Thai for dinner and thought that’s who it was when there was a knock on the door.

“Just a second” you yelled as you pulled money out of your purse walking to the door, you swung it open, “You’re not my dinner- Hey Barba” a small smile came to your face.

Rafael laughed gruffly at you looking you up and down taking you in, “No I’ am not your dinner Detective. Can I come in?”

“Sure” you moved out of the way for him, “Is something wrong?” You said to Rafael’s back as he walked into your apartment.

“No, it’s a social call” Rafael spun on his heels to look at you “I wanted to check in, make sure you were ok after today. I was with the squad all day watching”

“Mr ADA checking up on me hey” you winked at him and walked into your kitchen to turn the jug on, Rafael laughed to himself. “Coffee? Or something stronger?”

“What are you having?” Rafael shot back at you with a smirk.

“After today, something stronger” you laughed.

You turned around in the kitchen and opened the cabinet that had your harder liquor and mixers. Rafael watched as you reached up on your tippy toes stretching up giving him a good view of your ass and seeing the exposed skin around your middle from your shirt riding up, he felt himself twitch behind his zipper and cleared his throat to control himself.

“Pink gin and lemonade?” you looked over your shoulder.

“Sounds good Y/N”

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“Well I better call it a night” Rafael looked at you with a small smile starting to get up off his chair “Thanks for sharing your dinner with me and the drinks” You now standing making your way around the table, walking closer to Rafael.

You had a good night with him. The laughs and the conversation just flowed. An amazing tension filled the apartment, and the flirty back and forth excited you.

“You’re welcome anytime Rafael, it was just what I needed after today. It’s only the first day” you huffed “Can only imagine what the next couple of weeks are going to be like”

Rafael walked closer, running his pointer finger knuckle down your jaw.

“How about tomorrow night- I can bring dinner and wine?” his nose almost touching yours “Help you unwind”

“Just dinner and wine?” you looked up with a cheeky smile on your face, Rafael laughed gruffly.

“For now” he looked at you with a smirk “Just until the trial is over and the case is closed. Then I’ll be making you scream my name” You laughed stepping back.

“You’re going to make me wait 3 weeks?” you crossed your arms in front of yourself frowning.

“I promise it will be worth it” Rafael lent over and kissed you on the cheek. Rafael pulled away and had a serious look on his face “If it gets too much, let me know and I’ll get you out of there. Please stay safe”

****

Rafael had come to your apartment every night bringing dinner with him and helping you unwind. The tension between you both was thick and heavy. Just the night before, you both stood in your hallway as he was leaving just touching each other all over, ghosting each other’s lips, fingers tips just brushing along skin, Rafael extremely hard and you so wet.

“Do we really have to wait?” you said into his lips as yours almost touched his.

“It’s for the best or I’ll have to recuse myself. Just a bit longer- It’s killing me too” Rafael answered back as his fingertips brushed down your arm.

****

“Y/N remember, don’t drink the cocktail” Nick looked over at you.

You were standing in the bullpen with everyone including Rafael while you put on your spy wear. A camera in your earrings and your microphone in your necklace.

“I don’t know how I feel about you going in dressed like that” Sonny looked at you up and down.

“I agree” Rafael followed, everyone turning to look at him.

“Ok Dad’s-You two need to relax I need to look the part” You snapped back at them both.

You had a black backless very low v cut thinned strapped singlet top with a gold sequin short a lined skirt with black strappy blocked heels that wrapped up around your ankles. Your hair down in lose waves and heavy make up with plum lips.

“Carisi, Rollins and Amaro will be in the club, you know your signal. We will be waiting in the van” Liv looked at you a little concerned.

“I’ll be fine Liv” You smiled at her squeezing her arm “I can’t wait to nail the bastard. I better go or I’ll be late, see you all after” You turned on your heels and headed to the lifts. Just as you pushed the button you felt a hand on your shoulder, you turned to see Rafael looking at you,

“If it’s about my outfit-“

“No” Rafael shook his head “Please be safe” he lent over and kissed you on the cheek.

You gave Rafael a small smile reaching a hand up to his cheek rubbing your thumb over his cheek bone, he lent into your hand “I’ll be fine Rafael, I know you’ll be waiting to take me home” you winked at him stepping into the lift.

The night club was filled to the brim, you would never know how Jeff managed to get a private booth in such a popular night club. You scanned the room and saw Amanda and Sonny sitting on the stools at a high top table, then saw Nick near some speakers near your booth also in clear view which settled you’re nerves. Rafael, Liv and Fin in the van watching your screen,

“As soon as she signal’s” Rafael looked over at Liv.

“Relax Barba she is doing a good job” Liv patted him on the shoulder.

Jeff had been handies from the moment you walked in. You were sitting next to him with his hands all over you running along every inch on your exposed skin.

“How about a shot and a cocktail” Jeff said into your ear.

“Sure” you kissed him on the cheek. He got up and walked to the bar, “I ‘am glad this is over tonight, don’t know how many showers I’ll need to get the muck off” you said loud so the van could hear it, Fin and Liv chuckled low at your comments, a small smirk on Rafael’s face.

Jeff had walked back to the booth with a tray which had two shots and two cocktails. He placed the tray on the table and handed you your shot. He made his way back over to you sitting right next to you putting his arm around your waist holding the shot glass up to you,

“Cheers to the most beautiful assistant I have ever had. May the fun begin” you both clicked your glasses and shot it back.

You were dirty dancing with Jeff soon after when you started to feel hot and light headed, you hadn’t touched your cocktail so you didn’t know why you were feeling like that. You shook your head and continued to dance. Jeff sat down on the couch in the booth, pulling you onto his lap. He started to run his hand up under your skirt, you pushed his hand away,

“I-don’t-feel-well” You tried to get up off him. Jeff pulled you back onto him.

“Where do you think you’re going, the fun is just beginning” his hand went under your skirt again. Your head was swimming and you felt dizzy.

“Stop-Liv-Raf-Rafi”

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Rafael had sat in the van with his teeth clenched nearly all night. He couldn’t even drink coffee he thought he might throw up with what he was seeing unfolding in front of him. The way Jeff had his hands all over you made his blood boil. Liv had seen him multiple times ball his hands into fits.

He couldn’t wait for all this to be over so he could get you home and finally rid both of you of all the tension that had built up between you, he knew the wait would be worth it. After he saw you shoot the shot back he started to feel uneasy like something was telling him something. After a little while he could hear your breathing getting deeper,

“Something isn’t right” he sat up in his chair “Tell them to move in”

“Wow Barba” Liv looked at him with her mouth slightly open, Fin’s eyes wide.

“Listen to her breathing, something is wrong with her, Liv tell them to move in NOW” he slammed his hand down on the bench.

“She is dancing. Rafael I’ am commanding officer”

When your screen footage moved fast from you shaking your head and as soon as he heard you say you didn’t feel well, panic filled him.

“He spiked the shot” Rafael blurted out reaching over for the radio in front of Liv pulling it to his mouth “All unites go go go”

Sonny and Amanda looked at each other confused hearing Rafael’s voice coming over their ear piece, Nick quickly looked at you. He seen you stand up off Jeff and then fall onto the couch passed out Jeff reaching over to pull you onto him.

“I SAID GO DETECTIVES NOW” Rafael shouted over the radio while Liv and Fin jumped out the back on the van to run inside the club.

The club was locked down and Jeff was arrested. Nick wasn’t so gentle when putting his hand cuffs on, walking out to throw him in a squad car. Sonny and Amanda had rushed over to you when they saw you passed out on the couch. Both of them worried when they shook you and it did nothing. Sonny scooped you up bridal style and walked outside of the club to wait for EMT hoping the fresh air would wake you up slightly, Liv following behind leaving Fin and Amanda to crowd control.

Rafael was pacing outside the front door, he was tempted to just walk in, but he knew he couldn’t so he waited. His heart was in his throat when he seen you in Sonny’s arms limp and passed out. The EMT had just pulled up and Sonny walked straight over to put you inside,

“Barba, I’ am sorry I should of listened” Liv stopped next to Rafael.

“Yes you should have. You’re a smart women Liv how could you not see what was going on” Rafael frowned at her “You need to find out what he has given her for it to kick in so fast. You put her in danger, he has done enough damage to her these last couple weeks, we have all seen it and you still let her walk back in there every day and then you let him pull that not even taking on board what I could see was going on” Rafael raised his voice at Liv “I told you last week I had enough for a case and you kept pushing her to go back”

“I thought your jealousy was getting in the way” Liv shot back, making Rafael huff back frustrated.

“So because you thought I was jealous you left her in there to what- punish me for having feelings for her?”

“Barba- She had a job to do. No one knew what was going on” Liv put her hands on her hips.

“I did” Rafael shouted again “All the signs were there how could you no- you know what” he frowned to her “You and I are done talking” Rafael turned his back and walked to ambulance.

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gustafsnightangel · 3 years ago

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Shattered Lives Ch 40 Pt 3

They were awake early, first by Lily, closely followed by three excited boys, it was snow fort building day. The kids were up and dressed in record time, Brendan taking it upon himself to get Lily ready to hurry the process along, the twins practically dragging Gustaf out of bed before he caved.

“Ok, ok, I’m getting up.” He chuckled. “Go help Brendan with breakfast and Lily, we’ll be right there.” He said to the twins, Sildie’s giggle into his shoulder had him smiling. “I’m starting to regret my decision.” He quipped, hands roaming that lush body he’d ravaged the night before.

“It’ll be fun and they’re so happy.” She cupped his face with her hand and kissed him sweetly. “You make them so happy love.”

“We’ll see after I bury them in the snow up to their eyeballs.” He nuzzled his face into her neck, her scent arousing him. “Ever had sex in a snow fort?” He asked slyly, her burst of laughter was a sure fire no.

“No I haven’t.”

“Well if we put a roof on it and make it an igloo.” He kissed her longingly. “I might take you out there and fuck you in it.” He growled.

“That would be one to cross off the bucket list.” She laughed.

“It would. You could be my snow kitten.” He purred.

“It’ll be cold.”

“I’ll warm you up.” He kissed her again and pressed her into the mattress. “God I wish I had more time with you this morning to ravage you again.” He devoured her mouth and then pulled away. “I have to get up and shower before we give three boys an education when they come looking for us.” Her laugh always made him smile. The one that he only heard when she was stress free, guilt free, grief free, and genuinely happy, at peace with the world around her and her place in it. God he wanted more of that for her.

Showered and dressed Gustaf found the boys and Lily at the table eating, fueling up for a long day of snow fort construction. Making tea they discussed their fort, or rather the main fort and three smaller walls for the snowball fight, the boys were thinking long term. “This might take a couple of days to build.” He said gently, not wanting them to get their hopes up of everything being completed in one day.

“We can build and then do something else for a bit for a break.” Brendan suggested.

“I like that plan. And no throwing snowballs until we declare a snowball fight day.” He smirked, knowing the twins would shove more snow down his shirt given the opportunity. “We build, then we have a few days having the snowball fight ok?” All three agreed and Lily squealed making them all laugh.

Sildie emerged from the bedroom to a laughter filled room. What she wouldn’t do to have the kids this happy all the time. She knew there would be tears and grief again at some point, but this was such a relief, acknowledgment they were healing. She sat and ate with Gustaf, the kids putting on layers and boots and coats. “You taking all four or you want me to keep Lily in here?” She asked as she sipped her tea.

“Taking all four. Lily will have fun throwing snow at the boys.” He grinned.

“Brave, brave man.” She chuckled. “You ok if I kick back and read for a little bit?”

“Sore after yesterday’s hike?” He asked slyly, not meaning the hike at all.

“A little stiff that’s all.” He leaned over and kissed her tenderly.

“I’ll massage it out later.” He growled and she snorted a laugh.

“I’m sure you will.” His grin was wicked, the sparkle in those Nordic blue eyes mischievous. “I’ll come out for a while and take some pictures, maybe sit out there in the sun and read, keep and eye on Lily.”

“Whatever you want to do love.”

“That’s the thing I’m a little lost.” She murmured.

“Idle hands are the devils plaything.” He muttered as he stood.

“You better watch out then.” She looked at him from under her lashes and bit her bottom lip.

“Careful kitten.” He growled at her ear. “I’m keeping score and that perfect ass of yours is going to be fire engine red when I’m done with you.” The ripple of arousal that shuddered through her made him grin. “You like the sound of that don’t you? Hmmm?” Her kiss was her answer, hungry, for him.

“Go make your fort.” She scoffed and playfully pushed him away.

Gustaf took the kids outside and helped them choose the location for their main fort and where they would build their three smaller walls for the snowball fight. They spent the morning crafting bricks of snow and packing down the floor of the fort. Sildie sat reading and taking pictures, a few videos, and watched as Gustaf and the kids bonded. It was so important for them to have this time and she was grateful that she’d found someone like Gustaf who wanted her as much as the four kids that came as a package deal. She ventured out with Lily and they started a small snowman, the tiny girl having the time of her life tossing more snow around and giggling as it rained down on her. By the time lunch rolled around they had five layers of bricks up for the main fort and Lily had built a snowman, sort of. It looked more like a blob but she was having fun.

“After lunch we can pack the gaps.” Gustaf said as he sat next to Sildie, the picnic style lunch an easier solution than shedding boots and jackets to eat inside.

“Something Lily can help with too.” Liam said taking a bite of his pizza.

“We have to be careful with Lily, make sure her fingers don’t get too cold.” Sildie said closing the front door bringing some hot chocolate and cookies out. She loved how the boys wanted to include their sister in everything they did as a family.

“Oh.” His face fell.

“She can help love. Just like when we built the snowman earlier. We just have to keep an eye out. Her fingers are much smaller than yours and mine, and she can’t voice what she’s feeling. You can tell me your hands are cold, she doesn’t have those words yet or know what they mean so we have to remember to check her fingers.”

They devoured the cookies, Lily asking for a second one and Gustaf giving in. Sildie sat with her book as the construction continued and by mid afternoon they’d started on the roof when Lily needed her nap. She fussed, not wanting to go down, but her body was clearly overruling her. Stripping down Sildie curled up in their bed with her, content with reading while the tiny girl slept, those wayward thoughts of having kids with Gustaf flitting in and out of her mind.

With the light fading, the boys as well, Gustaf called it a day and herded the kids inside. They were beat, but they had an igloo, complete with roof. Although how stable that roof was he couldn’t say. They could spend some of the morning tomorrow doing the other three walls for the snowball fight and call it good. The kids went to take showers and warm up as he stood in the doorway to their room and smiled. His two best girls curled up in their bed fast asleep. “You’re going to make a great mother someday love.” He murmured to himself as he snuck a few photos. Closing the door quietly he went to the kitchen to start dinner.

“Mum mum mum.” Lily patted her cheek softly.

“I’m awake little lady, just resting my eyes.” She chuckled and snuggled the child in closer, giving her smooches. She took Lily to bathe and get in her pajamas and realized it was very quiet in the cabin. Coming out to the living room four boys were curled up in front of the fire listening to Gustaf read Harry Potter. Lily squirmed in her arms crying a dad dad, and as her tiny feet hit the floor she was off running to him for a cuddle. Their bond was so strong, she thought, and her heart swelled. “He’s so good with them Quinn.” She whispered. “Don’t be mad at me for wanting this.”

“Well hello little lady.” He chuckled, that deep rumble Sildie adored filling the room as he snuggled Lily to him. “You going to help?” He said and kissed her head as he kept reading.

Sildie made tea, noticing the stew nearly ready on the stove, the timer ticking by. It was the little things he did, just took care of that made her feel so loved. The little things she didn’t have to worry about so she could read, or take a nap, or just have five minutes to herself and breathe. But he did them because he wanted to, not because he had to, or was asked to, and it was also the reason she sometimes felt she was taking advantage of him. “You’re not.” She muttered quietly under her breath. “He does it because he wants to. It’s his choice.” And it was, sometimes she just had to remind herself of that.

The boys sat around the table as the timer went off, Gustaf coming into the kitchen to help, Lily attached to his hip.

“I’ve got it, go sit.” She tapped a hand on his chest and kissed him sweetly.

“Good nap?”

“Yes. Didn’t really mean to crash out but I did.” She chuckled. “It’s still early so this one should go down normal time.”

“Good to know.” He growled. “Because even though I’m tired after today, I have a craving for you.” He breathed, and kissed her temple. She felt her pussy clench, just the thought of him fucking her was enough to get her system buzzed. “I’ve wanted you all day.” The brush of his fingers at her hip sent a shot of arousal to her core as she tried to get the garlic bread ready for dinner, his low chuckle mischievous.

They sat and ate, the twins telling her all about their afternoon and that she needed to go and check out the fort. She assured them she would when the sun was up. After dinner the kids cleaned their teeth and crashed out early, the days activities wiping them out. Gustaf sat on the floor in Lily’s room, the little lady tired and nearly asleep holding onto his fingers. Standing at the door she videoed him talking to Lily, soothing her, it might come in handy when he was away and homesick. It would be worse for him this time around and she was getting herself prepared to help him anyway she could. Lily would feel the separation more this time too, something Sildie wasn’t looking forward to. These moments seemed fleeting knowing he’d be gone for three months, and she’d capture and keep as many of them as possible.

He was tired, the exercise from the day had started to catch up with him. Finishing in the bathroom he crawled into bed, Sildie sitting up reading as he sighed into the pillow.

“Long day.” She chuckled.

“A lot of exercise.” His huff was one of humor. Even as he said that his hand wandered up her thigh, he still wanted her, craved the feel of her. She startled him when she snapped her book shut, placed it on the nightstand, and moved to straddle him, his semi hard erection pressing against her.

“Feels like you’re up for something.” She grinned, lips ghosting his.

“I’m always up for something with you love.” His fingers tangling in her hair as he devoured that clever mouth.

“Your turn to lay there and take what I give you.” She breathed and gently rocked her hips, her slick heat coating his cock.

“You going to ride me kitten?” He asked, dusty blue eyes finding hers.

“Mmmm, eventually.” She hummed and nipped his jaw before heading south over his chest and torso to kneel between his thighs. Hands spread his hips wide until his feet were flat on the bed, her tongue tasting him as she settled in to feast. As her lips kissed over thigh and torso, her fingers grazed his package sending fireworks off in his brain, the light scrape of her nails enough to make him hiss. “You like it when I do that.” She purred and did it again to emphasize her point, the hiss turning into a growl as she licked the base of his cock. Teasing him relentlessly she built his release up, and by the time she took him into her mouth to suck on him he was ready to beg her to let him come.

“Fuck kitten you feel so good.” He groaned as he thrust up into her mouth gently, his mind scrambled by the sensation of those nails raking his balls and her mouth sucking him into oblivion. She stopped as he peaked, the low whimper of frustration making her smile as she released him with an audible pop. Crawling up his body she kissed him, tongue teasing before she climbed off him and straddled him to face his feet. Hands guided his legs down to lay flat and slightly apart. Scooting forward she took his cock in her hand and stroked him, his hands kneading her ass as she positioned him at her entrance. Taking a hold of his ankles she impaled herself on his cock slowly.

“Kitten.” He choked, arching his head back as her tightness enveloped him, fuck she felt good. Moving her hands to the mattress she pressed against his ankles for him to widen his legs stretching her hips as much as her body would allow. Her soft moan as she started to ride him causing him to grip her ass and hiss as she took him apart.

As she rode him he slipped his fingers through her wetness, those silken folds spread wide for him to play with. “Let me feel you come kitten.” He said as he stroked slick fingers around her back door. She tensed as he toyed with her puckered hole, the orgasm looming, he felt it flutter around his rigid member. As she thrust down onto him he slipped two long fingers into her ass, the sudden fullness tipping her over the edge. With a soft cry she came hard, her pussy spasming around his cock.

“Don’t stop.” She cried and rode him harder, those long digits sinking further into her ass, the push and pull filling her deliciously. “Daddy don’t stop.”

With her this tight he wasn’t going to last, his own breathing becoming ragged as he held of blowing his load. As she crested those nails raked his package, the heel of her hand on her clit. She fucked him, took everything she needed from him for her own pleasure, giving him everything of herself in return.

“Daddy.” She cried as she teetered, her rhythm becoming faster as she took them both over the edge.

“Fuck kitten.” He groaned as he came, sparks dancing in his vision. She kept the torturous pace until they were both spent. Resting where she was she forced air into her lungs, breath ragged. A grin bloomed on her face when she felt him sit up and curl over her, hands supporting her, the need to feel her close. “I love it when you fuck me.” He growled, chest still heaving and gently bit down on her shoulder before sucking it. “Your moves kitten are out of this world.”

“I love taking you.” Her hand hooked behind his neck and she turned to kiss him tenderly. “Taking what I want, but giving you everything in return.” She kissed him again.

“Keep kissing me like that and I’ll have to return the favor.” He chuckled.

“If you’re not asleep first.” She grinned, he looked tired.

Eventually untangling themselves and bathroom hygiene seen to, they snuggled warm and satisfied. He had every intention of rocking her world again, but the toll of playing in the snow all day won the battle and pulled him under.

“Sleep love.” She murmured as she felt him relax as she stroked his scalp toying with the longer scruff of hair he’d been growing out. Laying there she let her mind drift, finally having the time and space to think about their future, to actually start to lay down roots. She plunged into sleep with him a while later, thoughts of their own brood of kids in the forefront of her dreams.

The scream that tore through the night woke him from a dead sleep with a start. He looked at his sleeping goddess beside him, Sildie was still out cold and he smirked. The woman could sleep through a nuclear disaster. Lily’s cry came again through the monitor, the little lady clearly not happy about something. “I’m coming Lily bear.” He murmured as he untangled himself from Sildie and got out of bed. Pulling on some sweatpants he padded out to Lily’s bedroom, the poor girl was beyond it. “What’s wrong little lady?” He soothed as he picked her up. Snuggling her in close the sobs of dad dad muffled into his chest broke his heart. “You have a bad dream? Hmmm?” He rocked from side to side the movement soothing her a little. “Shall we get you cleaned up? Have some cuddles?”

“Dad dad dad.” She cried, the tone softer now.

“You’re fingers are all cold.” He said laying her down to change her. “You get cold little one?” Once changed he fished out a thicker set of pajamas and dressed her.

“She ok?” Sildie mumbled from the doorway as he picked Lily up and curled her in wrapping the blanket around her as well.

“I think she got a little cold.” Damn he loved the look of her like this. Sleepy and crumpled, it was sexy as sin. “Go back to bed love, I’ve got her.” He murmured as she came to him and simply wrapped her arms around him and swayed.

“I love you.” She said softly.

“I love you too. Go back to bed.” He chuckled.

“You’re sure?” She mumbled, almost asleep on her feet.

“I’m sure.” He kissed her forehead. “I’ll be there in a bit.”

“Ok.”

He chuckled as she shuffled back to bed. She was so adorable like this, but knew she’d kick his ass if he told her that. “Alright little lady. Back to bed for you too.” Lily had grown heavy in his arms.

He put Lily in her crib and took two steps before she started crying again. She wasn’t having it. She wanted Gustaf and he knew deep down she wouldn’t settle again tonight without him. “All right.” He soothed as he picked her up again. “You’re all right Lily.” He sighed. “Let me get my book and you can sleep on me while I read.” It was 3 am anyway and he doubted he was getting anymore sleep tonight.

With a quietly sobbing Lily in his arms he went into their room and grabbed his book from the nightstand, being careful not to disturb Sildie.

“Come to bed love.” She mumbled.

“She won’t go down, I’ll read on the couch with her, so you can get some more sleep.” He said and she rolled over to look at him.

“Bring her in here too.” She murmured tugging the covers back. “We’ll all snuggle up.”

Tossing his book back on the nightstand he did as she asked, all three of them curling up together under the covers. Lily’s sobs eventually turned into even breaths, the tiny girl finally sleeping.

“She’s asleep.” Sildie said softly.

“I can go try to put her into her bed.” He said, his fingers drifting up and down her naked body.

“No it’s ok.” She leaned up and kissed him tenderly. “Close your eyes love. Sleep some more.” His arm stiffened and drew her closer.

“My two best girls, my family. You’re beautiful love. Every inch of you. Inside and out.” He kissed her sweetly before she snuggled in closer, the three of them eventually falling back to sleep.

The next few days passed in much the same fashion as the ones before it, minus Lily invading their bed and sleeping on Gustaf. Days of fort building and setting up for their snowball fight, building a snow family that now stood proudly beside the fort, and a Lily sized snowball fight where the boys got to be a little sillier than usual.

They’d spent the day finishing the battle ground, the snowball fight scheduled for high noon tomorrow, and we’re now snowboarding on the small slope at the rear of the cabin. While the boys learnt to snowboard, Sildie found an old sled and took Lily down a few times, the child squealing and chattering the whole time. At the bottom of the hill she got some video of the boys and smiled. “I hope you’re seeing this Quinn. How happy they are.” She chuckled as Brendan wiped out face first into the snow, coming up with a grin plastered across his face. “Don’t let Ana destroy this.” She pleaded with the universe as her eyes cut to Gustaf. Her goofy man, so much love and kindness in that sweet soul, she thought. “He’s suffered enough because of her, let it be done. Please, just let it be done so we can move on.” That gorgeous smile spread across his face, those laugh lines winking at her. “I’m so in love with you.” She whispered.

She smiled as she thought back to yesterday when they worked on the fort and then hiked back to the lake to ice skate while the weather was cooperative. The twins falling on their asses most of the time giggling and making Lily squeal, while Gustaf skated with her in his arms. Her carefree, handsome man so at peace. It calmed her soul to know she could give him this, the time and space he needed to really relax and be himself.

Laughing as Gustaf wiped out, much to the amusement of the twins, she headed inside with Lily to start lunch, the boys following a while later as a storm started to roll in. The twins sat at the table with sulky faces. “Why the long faces?” She asked setting sandwiches out.

“The storms going to ruin the fort.” Liam huffed.

“No it won’t.” Gustaf said. “It’ll make it stronger actually, fill in all the gaps.”

“What if it falls down?” Finn asked, and Gustaf could hear the disappointment.

“It’s only a small storm Finn it should be fine, if not we’ll fix it.” He shrugged.

“Oh. Can we go play in it later?” He asked.

“Not today, by the time this blows through it’ll be bed time.” He grinned. “Anyway you know what fresh snow means?” The kids shook their head. “Better snowballs.” It also provided more insulation around the igloo for him to strip his goddess naked and fuck her into oblivion, but he kept that wicked thought to himself.

With a quiet afternoon of reading and playing board games, the kids amused themselves by strategizing how they were going to get Gustaf tomorrow. Brendan looked at Sildie pleading with her not to say anything as she overheard them snickering. She hovered near the table and kept her eyes on Gustaf and Lily while she spoke.

“I won’t say anything, but just know, if you dish it out you have to be able to take what he dishes back, because you know if you gang up on him he will retaliate.” She chuckled at their grins.

“We know.” Finn giggled.

“Ok then.” Boys, she thought, will be boys, and this is exactly what they needed, the overly large boy as well. It’s one of the things Sildie adored about her lanky man, he was a big kid at heart with so much love to give.

The snowstorm eventually subsided to gentle flurries and with the kids showered they were ready to settle with hot chocolate around the fire for reading and quiet time.

While the boys showered, Gustaf ventured out to the igloo to set the scene. With a few candles lit, he lay down a few mattress pads and sleeping bags to insulate their bodies from the cold, snow packed floor. Making sure nothing was going to catch fire and adjusting the terra-cotta pot heater, he came back inside to three boys and a very fussy Lily ready for some Harry to round out the night.

“Is the fort still up?” Brendan asked.

“Yep, still standing. Thought I’d check on it now as the snow’s almost stopped falling.” He glanced at Sildie and winked before snaking an arm around her hip as she stirred the hot chocolate. “You up for a little voyeurism tonight love?” He murmured, lips ghosting the pulse at her throat as he took Lily from her.

“We’ll freeze our asses off.” She snorted.

“Totally worth it and I set up a heater in there so it should be toasty by the time we head out.” He growled, his tone saying come and play.

“Let’s get the monsters to sleep first.” She scoffed.

“Piece of cake.” He bit down on the pulse thrumming under her skin and sucked. “I’m going to make you scream kitten, all those delicious sounds I’m going to pull from you.” He purred and left her standing there stirring the hot chocolate, pussy gushing already.

As Gustaf read to them, Sildie took a shower and slipped on a base layer, she had no idea what he had planned but it was going to be near, if not below freezing out there, igloo or not. The boys said their good nights and went to bed no fuss, no complaints, Lily didn’t get the memo.

“Don’t throw a monkey wrench in my plans little lady. You had your snuggle time the other morning.” He soothed as he rocked her, Lily eventually starting to drift. “That’s my Lily bear, sleep time. More snow fun tomorrow.” He cuddled her close, no rush to be anywhere, even though his cock was saying otherwise. She needed to go to sleep and stay there for the night to be a success.

An hour later he closed Lily’s door, checked on the boys, and found Sildie in their bedroom stretched out on the bed reading. With a finger to his lips to silence her, he crooked the other one asking her to come to him. Grabbing his phone and the baby monitor, he took her hand and led her to the front door. Silently pulling their boots and coats on they slipped out to the igloo like a couple of teenagers sneaking out of the house to get up to mischief. Making their way inside, it was a much warmer environment that greeted them than the outside air. There was enough room for them to discard their boots and coats, the base layer the only thing either of them had on.

He turned to look at her, gaze devouring every inch of her. A moment later his hand disappeared into her hair, mouth savaging hers, that unbridled need to have her suddenly consuming him. Groaning into her mouth she palmed his already hardening member, the firm strokes chipping away at his control. “Fuck kitten I want to ravage every inch of you.” He growled, tongue demanding entry into her mouth to tease hers. “Make you scream those beautiful sounds.” A hand dived under her shirt, greedy for her breast, the sharp pinch to her nipple causing her to cry out and clutch at him. “Just like that.” He stripped her down to bare skin and helped her do the same for him, cock hard and ready for her. Gripping her chin he claimed her mouth slowly, savoring every bit of her even though he wanted her hard, fast, and now. “On your hands and knees kitten.” He growled. “I want to fuck that pretty mouth.”

She dropped to the floor as he rose up on his knees, erection standing proud. Her mouth watered at the sight of him, she wanted to taste him, feel him. She loved this side of him, dominating, controlled, erotically sinful.

“Open.” He purred and she obeyed. He rested the tip on her bottom lip, tongue darting out to flick over the pre come that had gathered there. With a slow, gentle thrust of his hips she sucked him in. With a hand lightly fisted in her hair he pumped his hips, the sensation of that sultry mouth around him fueling his desire for her. When he was rock hard he stopped and pulled out. Loosening his grip on her hair he guided her up to kiss her. “You always feel so good when you suck me kitten.” He murmured, lips ghosting hers. “Lay down, hips on the pillow.” He said and helped her get comfortable in the confined space.

Talented hands spread her knees and pressed her thighs open. Dipping his head down he feasted, not waiting, not gentle, he devoured her like she was his last meal. The sounds that came out of her were feral, pleasure overloading her system at every touch. Her soft cry filled the snow enclosure as she came, the release so sudden it surprised her. Kissing his way up her body he claimed her mouth, the violent shiver of need streaking through her. “Always my favorite dessert. Are you warm enough?” He asked, the last thing they needed was to get sick.

“I’m fine.” She grinned.

“Mmmm good. The night is young kitten. I’m going to wreck you so slowly.” He said wickedly. “Give me your hands.” He commanded and she complied. From a pocket of his jacket he produced the scarlet silk cord and bound her wrists to the outside of her knees.

“You came prepared.” She smirked.

“Always. Not too tight?”

“No.” She breathed, eyes fixated on her bindings and those seductive fingers securing them. The lack of blindfold was a new experience for her. Rarely did he bind her while she had her sight. Taking her knees in his hands he pushed them open and back toward her for comfort until he was ready to take her.

“Look at me.” He purred and watched as her eyes snapped to his. “I want you to watch kitten, watch what I do to you, watch when I fuck you, watch as I take you apart a piece at a time.”

Kneeling close to her he straightened and stroked his tip through her wet heat. “Fuck kitten your soaked for me.” He murmured as he rested at her entrance. That soft gasp tumbled from her lips as he tip fucked her slowly, the broad mushroom head spreading her open.

Slender fingers slipped through her silky folds, each touch igniting every nerve in her body. She didn’t know what was more erotic, watching him toy with her, or his gaze. A gaze that held so much love and absolute devotion.

“Can you see kitten?” He purred, fingers dancing over her clit. The whimper falling of its own volition as she nodded.

Grasping her ankles in each hand he held them out to the side as wide as her body would allow him to stretch them into a V and watched her eyes take in every movement. “Relax your legs and hips.” He said softly and as soon as she did he thrust in. Her body bowed back as he slid in deep, his woman writhing in ecstasy as he filled her. Not waiting for her to settle he started to plunge in and out of her tight pussy, his girth stretching her further. “Look at me.” He growled and her eyes snapped to his, ice blue as the igloo around them and so lost to him as he started to pound into her slow and deep. The symphony of sounds coming from her as he took her would have woken the kids had they been inside the cabin. Those beautiful noises that aroused him, pleasured him, stoked the raging inferno inside him and the lust he had for her. Stroking his hands down her thighs he held her tightly and fucked her, the sound of their bodies slamming together adding to their pleasure. “Come for me kitten.” He commanded and felt her body obey. It welled up inside her and burst out, a soft scream tumbling from her lips as it ripped through her. “That’s it.” He crooned as another orgasm built quickly.

He was hitting every spot, stretching her, filling her, the pleasure almost too much.

“Watch me fill you kitten.” He growled, her eyes focusing on where his cock speared into her again and again, drawing out such ecstasy.

“Daddy.” She cried, her entire body tensing.

“Let it take you kitten.” As she came he thrust in harder, enjoying the feel of her clamp down around him as he buried himself to his hilt. “So good for me.” He murmured. His hands stroked down her body as he stilled his hips, the girth of him stretching her wide.

“Daddy.” Her whimper almost snapped his self control. That one word in that tone was enough to have him draw out of her and slam himself home. Not yet though.

“Soon kitten.” He purred, fingers drifting to her breasts. Rolling the nipples between his fingers she gave into the sensations, giving up the final shred of control. As he pinched the tiny buds hard he flexed his hips, the slight movement filling her completely, the arch of her spine offering herself to him. His cock throbbed inside her, all that wet heat clenching at him, she felt incredible. With each flex of his hips he built her release, it surged up from deep within her.

“Daddy, please.” Her whimper turned to a moan as he filled her again, the borderline painful pinch of her nipples sending a shot of pleasure to her clit.

“Let it come kitten.” He growled, patience was key he thought, but his own self control was crumbling. “Let it claim you.” He felt her body tense so tightly he thought she’d snap something, before a scream tore out of her as she came. Gripping a breast in each hand he pulled out and thrust in hard and deep, hitting every spot inside her until he bottomed out. Relentlessly he took her, pounded into her until one orgasm became another and a symphony tumbled from her lips. After her fourth he slowed to let her catch her breath, the gentle movement as erotic as what he’d just done to her. “Look at me.” He murmured, the soft command all she needed to obey. “Do you want more kitten?”

“Please daddy.” She whimpered, she wanted to feel him, have him devour her, fuck her senseless.

“So good for me. Roll over.” He said drawing out of her gently and helping her roll to her knees, chest bowed to the floor, head to the side.

Keeping her knees together he stroked those long digits over her folds, toying with her. He let his hands roam her body, more to check she was warm than to arouse her. That soft gasp turned into a moan as he slipped inside her, the tightness of her like this nearly making him come. Circling a hand on her ass cheek he was so tempted to spank her. “You’re going to find out what this means one day kitten.” He said as his hand circled.

“Yes daddy.” She whimpered, and he groaned at her answer, that endearment had his cock twitching in response.

“One day soon kitten.” He murmured.

“Please daddy.” She begged. She wanted it, oh, she wanted him to spank her right here and now.

“Kitten you are so good to me, but that’s not on tonight’s agenda. I have special plans for when I spank you the first time.” He purred as he snapped his hips and slid into her deeply.

With each thrust and flex of his hips, the tightness caused them both to grunt and groan, the ecstasy almost too much to handle. Taking her hip in his hand he pistoned his, watching her beautiful body take him in with each brutal stroke.

“Fuck kitten, I love taking you like this.” He growled as her pussy tightened around him and he increased his pace. Fucking her deep he took hold of the other hip and let his primal urge surface. Once he found his rhythm she was coming over and over again, her screams closer together and louder. His goddess in the throes of being fucked was a beautiful sight.

“I want to feel you daddy.” She whimpered and pushed back. “Please.” She begged, it was maddening what he was doing to her, making her feel and she couldn’t get enough of him.

“Greedy little kitten.” He teased, as his thumb slick with her wet heat pressed against her back door. “You want it all don’t you?”

“Please daddy, please.” Her gasp turned to a groan as he slipped his thumb inside. That groan turned to a scream as he thrust cock and thumb into her in a devastating rhythm.

“Such a beautiful sound when you come.” He purred and took her over for three more just like it. “Rock back, take me deep.” He commanded and felt all control slipping away when she did as instructed. “Fuck kitten just like that.” He took her hard, the rough brutal fuck of the primal beast that had surfaced pleasuring them both beyond conscious thought. She bounced on him as his hips drove his cock into her until he bottomed out, her thoughts non existent, brain completely turned to goo.

“Daddy.” She screamed. “Daddy please.” He gripped her hip painfully hard and pulled her on and off him as he fucked her, the scream a long wail as she came. She was sure she blacked out and maybe saw a few planets amongst the stars that were exploding in front of her eyes as her climax shattered her. His hand snaked around to finger her clit and she came again catching her off guard. Gripping her hip he rode her, taking what he wanted, the beast roaring from within him as he filled her with his seed. He took her, took them both, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixing with their groans and cries as they prolonged the pleasure for each other. Leaning over, he pressed his chest to her spine mainly for reassurance, and kissed the nape of her neck before nipping it.

“Lay down I’m not done with you yet kitten.” He growled and pulled out of her slowly. Helping her lay flat on her side, he rolled her to her back. Kissing her tenderly he looked at her flushed face in the candlelight, stunning, so beautiful with the burnished copper hall fanned out across the sleeping bags. He nipped at her throat, the trail leading him to hardened nipples. Biting down gently he sucked on them, hands cupping her breasts to feel them, fondle them. Those soft sounds urging him on, to take whatever he wanted. Kneeling between her thighs he bent and wrapped her legs around his neck, knees resting on his shoulders and feasted. Supporting her spine with his hand he lifted her so she was resting on her shoulders, thumb circling her back door and inching inside.

It was too much sensation, she came instantly, the soft mewling and frantic hands pulling on her bindings telling him she was all his, completely at his mercy, and totally beyond all comprehension. He added three fingers into her pussy, a groan at the sudden fullness turned into a cry as she came again. Fingers and tongue busy, he wrecked her, building her up and tipping her over until she was an incoherent mess.

“Last one kitten. Then I’ll take you inside and take you some more.” He murmured against her clit. He took her hard, unrelenting and she screamed as she climaxed, fuck he loved that sound. Lowering her to the ground he covered her with his body and nuzzled her neck.

“I don’t think I can move.” She mumbled, surprised she could string a coherent sentence together.

“Take a moment.” His amusement thick in his voice.

“I think I’m gonna need several moments. I guess I can cross igloo sex off my bucket list.” She laughed. She’d never felt this relaxed.

“Told you it’d be fun.”

“It’s not as cold now.”

“Because we heated it up.” His grin playful. “You’re beautiful.” He said honestly. “So beautiful.”

“Only to you love.” Her kiss was nothing short of sinful.

“You can’t kiss me like that after what I just did to you.” He said indignantly. Her giggle made his cock twitch, wickedness.

He sat back on his knees and released her bonds, the gentle kiss to her wrists always giving her that warm and fuzzy feeling. The tenderness from him was astounding and nothing short of mind blowing to her.

“Come on, let’s get dressed before we catch a chill now we’ve stopped fucking each other’s brains out.” She grinned.

“Good point.” He kissed her tenderly. “I love you Sildie.”

“And I love you sweet man.”

They helped each other dress in between stolen kisses and urgent hands. He felt like a randy teenager full of hormones. Carting the bedding back inside, he listened as he opened the front door, the cabin still quiet, all tiny humans were asleep in their beds where they should be.

Gustaf tidied up the igloo while Sildie checked on the kids before visiting the bathroom and curling up in bed to wait for him.

She was dozing by the time he lay beside her. “You ok love?”

“I’m ok.” She sighed, still floating on the sea of bliss he’d inflicted on her. “So relaxed.” She said half asleep and he chuckled. “I can’t move.”

“Drink some water.” He said as she managed to roll over and face him. He steadied the glass as she drank, a sly smile tugging his lips. Draining what was left in the glass he placed it on the nightstand and climbed in under the covers, those soft curves calling to him. “You’re almost asleep.” He chuckled and all he got was a grunt of acceptance.

“Iloveyou.” She mumbled, already drifting.

“I love you too. Snuggle in. Sleep now.” He cocooned her against his body, long limbs holding her close.

No sooner had he tucked her in against him, she was out cold. “Night kitten.” He purred and followed her into a dreamless sleep with a grin plaster across his face.

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Queen live at Earls Court Exhibition Centre in London - June 6, 1977 (Part-2)

The pics (except for the first 3 pics) could be from either night (the eight one was snapped by Gillian Parry, who ultimately wasn't able to get tickets to the show). These pro pics could be from either this show or the following night:

Here is the noteworthy stage banter from the show. Freddie sure has a lot to say to the hometown crowd: Freddie: "Good evening everybody. All you ladies and gentlemen, how are you feeling tonight? Are you ready for some rock and roll? Some more rock and roll? We're gonna do just that. Thank you for coming to our first show in London after such a long time. Thank you for giving us such a nice welcome. Thank you. Ok. This is the right carnival, isn't it? Did you see in the front? I shall have to have a look at it tomorrow, right? We have a... I must carry on... We have a lot of music to play for you tonight from all our various albums. So, just stick around. We like to carry on straight away with a number entitled White Queen." Freddie: "Thank you very much ladies and gentlemen and everybody else. As you know that was from an album way back, from... I hope you remember the album Queen II, do you remember it? Nice. I think we shall be doing some more from that. It's also recently introduced on the new EP, for those of you who don't know (which also included Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy, Tenement Funster, and Death On Two Legs). Ok, enough of that. Right now, we'd like to do something from the new A Day At The Races album. And this... I must tell you about this, listen. The song is called Somebody To Love, and we require your cooperation. As you know that on the record there are a lot of voices and everything, and there's only four of us on the stage tonight. We'd like you to join in the choruses, don't be shy." Brian, before Killer Queen: "Thank you. Good evening. Thank you for welping (Brian stuttered, as he was nervous!), welcoming us back home. I know a lot of you have been with us for a long time, right through the Marquee and the Rainbow, and the Hammersmith Odeon and things. Thank you for giving us the opportunity to do this ridiculous place. I hope you can hear, I hope you can see. We're gonna get as close to you as we can. This is this is a kind of medley. We're gonna loosen up a little in this. It goes like this." Freddie, after doing a few formal bows: "I love posing. That's for the press. Ok, what should we do for you now? Let me see... Would you like something a bit softer, something quieter or something heavier? Something a bit heavier. Ok. Let me see. I must tell you there times when we get a lot of requests to play songs and introduce them." Some people up front get a bit restless. "Listen to me lovelies, listen!" Freddie bows once again. "I can do this all night if you like! I'll just tell you what it's called. It's called Death On Two Legs. It's about a nasty old man that I used to know, anyway." Freddie wouldn't start slamming their old manager Norman Sheffield (whom the song was written for) until 1979. Freddie: "Ok, we'd like... This is my champagne time. Cheers everybody. I was gonna make a nice long speech, but forget it. Cheers. Have champagne for breakfast tomorrow. Just go out and buy it. Ok, right now we'd like to feature a very well-known fireplace that hangs around Mr. May's neck. It's also known as his guitar. We'd like to feature Brian May in this next song. It's called Brighton Rock." Brian: "Thanks a lot, you're very kind. Thank you for indulging me once again. I'll play some sweet soft things for you." He briefly fiddles around on his 12-string acoustic, then continues: "I just have to make sure that works, because we don't often use these things, you understand. We haven´t brought the orchestra tonight, 'cause we have brought you the band at the front of the stage, showing their virtuosity on various instruments. This is called '39. If you want to sing along to this and jump up, please do." Roger shouts: "Sing along!" Freddie: "Thank you my darlings, you load of tarts. Thank you. I think it's really interesting doing those acoustic things, don't you think? I think in the future we might really think about introducing it some more. So Brian's gonna have to go and write some, 'cause I can`t. Ok. Before we tease you with a bit of, sort of, heavy rock and roll and things towards the end, I'd just like to slip in a little, well I'd like you to listen carefully to a simple little song. This is me on the piano, it's called You Take My Breath Away." Freddie: "Thank you. And maybe next time we will bring back an orchestra, bring with us an orchestra, what you think? Costs more money. I really feel like being evil tonight." He clenches his fist while he says this. "Ok, we have two songs now for you, two songs rolled into one. They're both written by Brian. I must tell you that every night that we've done the song, these two songs on the tour, they seem to getting better every night, depending on the practice of course. But it really depends on the audience as well. Now, you've been a bit cool and sophisticated up to now, but get your asses going, ok? We can all be nice and cool, but I mean you've got to give out some time. So this a song, it starts off with White Man." Brian: "Ok, we'd like to bring back some more memories for you now, because we're getting old, see. We'd like to bring back some stuff which we did for Sheer Heart Attack, and the first thing... thank you... the first thing we're gonna do is In The Lap Of The Gods... Revisited."

Part-1

#queen #queen band #roger taylor #freddie mercury #brian may #john deacon #queen concerts

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writer-jamie · 5 years ago

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Whiskey and Hidden Feelings - Joel Miller x Reader (Part 1)

Summary: Whiskey and hidden feelings don’t mix well. Joel was about to learn that the hard way.

Warnings: Spoilers from tlou2.

Tag List: @peakymarvels @miss-goldenweek @apocalypsekid @samdrakeftw @imahardcase @fangirl-inthe-us

A/N: ‘Ello! I finished the game today (we’ll finished watching it) and i’m an emotional mess. This is probably going to be a series, or a short series because i love Joel and i won’t be leaving his character for a long ass time. Make sure to like it, if you liked it and share! My requests are still open, check my request list if you aren’t sure i will do your request. Also yes, i included Mr Brightside because i wouldn’t be British if i didn’t (also it came out in 2003 so it’s fine!)

Masterlist!

“What's the point in fightin' what we're feelin'. We both know we'll never win. Ain't this what we're missin'”

You twisted the glass in your hand as you tapped your foot on the stool. You swirled the orange liquid in your glass as the music played loudly. You hummed along with the song as the alcohol took over your body.

“Let's just stop all this resistin' and give in. Let me wrap my arms around you. You know you don't want to leave this room. Come back and let me hold you darlin'. Girl I just got started lovin' you.”

The music continued to play as a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. You swivelled on the bar stool and looked at the young girl who stood behind you, arms crossed. Ellie. She was wearing her usual jeans and shirt, it was so Ellie. You never ever thought you would see the girl in a dress or skirt, but it was so her.

“Yes Miss? Can I help you?” You smiled widely and looked into her eyes, rubbing her shoulder with your hand. “Why are you alone?” She asked. “Well you are too young to drink with me and everyone else is dancing.” Ellie shook her head and jumped up on the bar stool next to you. You giggled and looked at her, before downing the rest of the liquid in your glass.

“I’ll take a refill and Ellie will have a..”

“Orange juice.” Ellie smiled and played with her fingers. “Thanks Frank.” You smiled and looked at Frank, who smiled back at you with a toothy grin. “So Frank?” Ellie kicked her feet underneath the bar stool. “Ellie every man i talk to you think i’m dating.” You laughed and ran a hand through your hair. “That’s because every guy looks at you like they love you.” Ellie mumbled and watched as Frank came back to the area of the bar where you were sat. He passed Ellie her drink and then passed yours to you.

“Hey Y/N do you want to get a drink after my shift?” Frank asked, leaning on the bar. Ellie turned to face you and shook her head. You looked at Frank and took a sip of your whiskey. “Frank. I’m quite busy with the hospital and Ellie and stuff.” Frank raised his hands and walked away.

You turned to face Ellie and laughed at her before poking her sides with your fingers. “Why won’t you be happy? Like so many guys want to be with you and you turn every single one away, even twice!” You shook your head at the girl. “Ellie I am happy. I don’t need to be with a guy to be happy Els. Or a girl.” You wrapped your arms around her shoulders.

“Oh my God! I love this song!” You yelled and downed your drink before grabbed Ellie’s wrist and jumping on the floor, walking her to the dance floor. “Y/N stop! I don’t dance!” The girl laughed loudly. “Well now you do!” You smiled and looked at the girl. “Were you even alive when this song came out?” Ellie mumbled and crossed her arms over her chest. “Yes! I’m not that young!” You laughed and ran your hands through your hair. “Els. Dance with me. Please!” You put your hands out and Ellie took them with a roll of her eyes.

“Jealousy, turning saints into the sea.” You jumped with Ellie as everyone swarmed the floor, banging into people around them as they danced and sang.

“Swimming through sick lullabies. Choking on your alibis.” Through all the people you saw Joel. He was watching you, sipping on some whiskey in a small glass. You told him about this being your favourite song. Was he behind it?

“But it's just the price I pay. Destiny is calling me. Open up my eager eyes.” You put your arms in the air and jumped next to Ellie. “Let lose Els. We could die tomorrow.” You laughed and grabbed her hands, swaying in place with her. You couldn’t help looking over to the older man as he kept his eyes on you. It was like a game of chicken and you would gladly play it all day. “‘Cause I'm Mr. Brightside.” You sang loudly at Ellie. Her attention was drawn to the door as Dina and her friend walked into the bar.

“You go see them. I need a drink.” You pulled Ellie into a quick hug before making your way back to the bar. You crossed your arms over your chest as you tried to catch your breath. “Whiskey for one?” A voice appear behind you and slid you a glass. You turned around and saw Joel, standing behind you. “Thank you, Sir.” You tipped your imaginary hat and smiled at him. “Were you behind that?” You mumbled and leaned on the bar counter, looking at the gruff man. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” He looked at you before sipping from his glass.

That sneaky bastard. “Guess it was someone else then. I was going to treat them to a nice drink, maybe a movie as a thank you. But since you don’t know who it was..” You looked at him as you adjusted yourself against the bar. You giggled as Joel almost spat his drink out when you gave him that look. That look. He watched as you finished your drink and looked at him. “Since we don’t know who this mystery person is, i’m going to dance.” The air in this bar became thick as you stared at the man, unknowing what to say next. “I would ask you to dance Joel, but i know you ‘don’t dance’.” You did your best Joel impression making him laugh.

“No i don’t. I’ll just stick to my whiskey. Go have fun.” He nodded and looked at Steve who was stood on the dance floor. You rolled your eyes and skipped over to Steve. “Hey Y/N.” You smiled and grabbed his hands. “Dance with me.” He nodded and listened to the music. It was a slow song. Shit. You put your arms around his neck and looked around as he snaked his arms around your waist. You and Steve had a past. It wasn’t anything serious but it was enough to make Joel jealous and watch.

“So you decided to come back?” Steve asked, moving his hands lower done your body. “Hmm not exactly.” You laughed. Steve looked around and noticed Joel staring at you again. “Ahh. I see. You tryna make the old guy jealous? Or something like that?” Spot on. “Can i not come for a lovely dance with my friend?” The music continued to climb higher and higher. “Not when you are using me to make him je-“ You pressed your lips against his as the song ended. You pulled away after seconds, not wanting him to think it meant more than it did. You could taste the beer on his lips. “Thanks for the dance. See you later.” You patted his chest and walked away, grabbing your jacket and leaving the bar.

“Y/N! Wait!” The night breeze was cold against your bare legs. Ellie ran up to you and grabbed your hand. “Where are you going?” She asked, looking into your eyes. “I’ve had too much to drink. And i have work in the morning.” You squeezed her fingers and looked into her eyes. She was sad. Upset even. “You wanna come stay at mine tonight?” You asked with a smile. The girl nodded and walked home with you, hand in hand.

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“Ok so apply some cream twice a day to the rash but make sure to wash your hands after you touch it; you don’t want it to spread.” You smiled and passed the cream to the woman. She nodded and went to the entrance. You pulled off your gloves and threw them in the trash before turning around. “Jesus Christ Joel! You trying to give me a heart attack?!” You jumped and punched the man gently in the chest. “I came to talk to you.” He followed you as you walked around your station.

“Oh really? While i’m at work? Very kind of you.” You mumbled before grabbing some fresh gloves and placing them in your box. “Well i didn’t release you were working after last night.” You scoffed. “Oh thanks Dad.” You threw your hands in the air. You walked past him and washed your hands. “Hey come on.” You leaned your head back to look at him. He kept his eyes on you and watched as you walked past him again. “Joel seriously i have to work. Y’know to make a livin’. Can we talk later?” You leaned down to wipe your station before someone else came in.

“Just one thing.” He put his hands on your shoulders and looked into your eyes. “What does he have that i don’t?” You laughed and pushed his arms off you with your elbow. “Well he likes to dance. And he doesn’t say no.” You smiled before putting your gloves on. You turned away from him and faced the bed. Joel turned away and started to walk away.

“I’ll meet you tonight. 8pm.” You spoke up.

Joel turned around and walked towards you, placing a kiss on your cheek. “Yeah. See you tonight.” You smiled and bit your lip, leaning against the bed before you passed out.

A knock at the door snapped you out of you gaze. “Come in!” You yelled.

#joel miller x reader #tlou 2 spoilers #tlou part 2 #fem!reader #doctor!reader #joel miller #ellie williams

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chasingthepoguelife · 5 years ago

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Say My Name

Summary: (Requested : can you write one where Topper gets the reader a necklace with his name on it to show how much he really cares about her.) Topper knows how shy you are about intimidating things in your relationship. One day he buys you a necklace with his name on it to give you an extra push. (Also this is after Sarah and Topper and Sarah and John B don’t disappear off the island

Warnings: a little bit of fluff and some smut at the end, unprotected sex

A/N- I loved this request! And also remember to keep it safe. (GIF is not mine)

Every day you count your lucky stars that Sarah cheated on Topper. You thank the heavens that you were the person to stumble upon Topper the night John B fell from the hawks nest. You half expected Topper to shove you out the way and call you a name, being a pogue and all. None of that came. Topper was distraught and in need of a hug, for someone to see him as more than “that kook” You didn’t care that Topper hated you and your people from the cut just because of status, you did what any good person would do. Your act of kindness led to checking up on Topper as he grieved over Sarah. Before anyone knew it, Topper was picking up you every day and taking you everywhere, the beach, his house, and everywhere on figure eight. The rest of the island, pogues vs kooks, moms and dads didn’t matter as you and Topper were falling in love each day. Sarah had officially become a nobody the night Topper asked you to be his on his boat, following long hours of proving your love to each other. Sometimes you have to pinch yourself from the disbelief that you’re with Topper. Not there’s anything wrong with you, but you are still a pogue and Topper’s lifestyle and the people around him intimidate you. Topper can always tell when you’re tense and uncomfortable, and he tries his best to make you feel better, but he doesn’t truly understand what you’re going through. It doesn’t make it any better when his mother thinks you’re not around and you hear still bragging about Sarah to her stuck-up country club friends or when Rafe says his relationship with you is ok just as long as he’s only hitting it.The last few nights you wanted to stay home and be alone with your thoughts. On day 3, Topper couldn’t take spending another night away from you. You were zoning out on your bed when you heard a loud tap on your window. Heading over to your window, it was none other than Topper jumping up and down, looking way out of place on the cut.

“I don’t remember asking you to come over?” y/n whispered.

“I can’t take another night without you, please let me see you baby,” Topper pouted.

You were a sucker for pet names and Topper’s lips. Sighing loud enough for him to hear, you climbed down the rope attached to your window, Topper waiting for you at the bottom with open arms.

“3 days is a really long time,” Topper nuzzled into your neck. “But I gave you your space and now you need to tell me what’s going on.

“It’s not going to change anything Top,”

“I will stand in the middle of the road in front of your house dressed like this, drawing all this attention until to your house if you don’t talk,” Topper demanded.

Realizing you’d rather share than feeling than have the entire neighborhood watching, you had to tell Topper.

“You don’t get it Top, and I don’t blame you or expect you to but this relationship is so different for me. I’m so much less than you and everyone knows it. Even your mom. She won’t shut up about how she wishes you were still with Sarah. And I know it doesn’t matter, and it didn’t in the beginning, but I know what everyone else is thinking when they see us together,” y/n let out.

“I won’t pretend to understand what you’re feeling, but I’m glad you told me. And also, fuck what everyone else is thinking. I used to be so obsessed with what everyone thought of me, so caught up in what my mother wanted from me. But once I stopped giving a shit everything changed. I met you and I’m more of myself than I have ever been. It’s hard going through such a change and yeah I am a kook but so what. Anyone that has a problem with this can say it to my face.”

You’d never seen Topper so worked up, about anything. It’s true that ever since you started dating, he’s been kinder and gentler, not the Topper the island knows, but maybe there’s some truth to what he’s saying.

“I know I’m going to have to just deal with it but it still sucks,” y/n.

“I had a deep feeling that this is what you were upset about. People are always going to talk and have an opinion. I think it’s we’re done with other people’s crap,” Topper asserted. “When I think of our time together, I don’t want to include the sad parts. You have too much going on to be sad.”

“Just not JJ’s and Pope’s crap. They’re going to kick your ass if you do anything to me,” y/n hated saying.

“See, other people’s opinion of me, but I’m not going to care and miss out on what’s right in front of me,” Topper said pulling you into his chest.

You rested your head on his chest until you felt him reaching into his pocket

“I know you don’t like it when I buy you things, but I think you’ll really like this,” Topper said confidently.

Side eyeing him hard, you took the box out of his hands and opened it. At first you were confused, but then the longer you stared the more excited you got. In the box, was a necklace spelling Topper’s name.

“It’s so you can have a part of me always with you, and for the nosy stubborn people who think they have an opinion that matters. Every time they stare at you, there will be that nice reminder on your neck, hitting them right in the face that we don’t give a fuck about their opinion. I love you more than I ever loved anyone else, and that’s all that matters.”

You just looked at Topper with deep loving eyes. You cannot believe Topper could do something so sweet and sentimental but also something so sexy. His name around your neck 24/7? You won’t take this necklace off even when you’re dead.

“I feel like I want to cry but I also want to laugh. I love that you’ll always be with me no matter where I go,” Y/n giggled.

“Don’t ever forget that you can tell me anything. Look at yourself in the mirror when you’re having doubts, look and see that I’m here to support you whenever you need it. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me y/n and don’t you forget it,” Topper smiled.

Toppers hands were on your waist and your head still on his chest when you noticed his Jeep parked on your street.

“I see you drove the Jeep today,” y/n bit her lip looking at Topper.

“I thought you didn’t care what car-OH,” Topper realized what was going through your head. You couldn’t care less what car Topper drove, but you always got worked up for that Jeep.

“I don’t know what it is Top but there’s a weight lifted off my chest and my new necklace is just so pretty, it deserves to be to be worn in the Jeep,” y/n batted her eyes.

“You know I bought the necklace as a gesture of love and affection, real sentiment to my feelings,” Topper shared.

“Well now that you showed what your feeling on the inside, show me what you’re feeling in your outside,” y/n said pulling Topper towards the Jeep.

You and Topper couldn’t hop in that back seat quick enough. With his back against the seat, he pulled you on to his thighs, hands already up the back of your shirt.

“I can’t get over how good my name looks around your neck sweet heart,” Topper groaned as he brought his hands to your throat.

“My mom knows what your car looks like, I don’t want her to see us,” y/n said.

“Then I guess we better get to it.”

Hands still under your shirt, Topper unhooked your bra and pulled it over along with your T-shirt, leaving you bare and exposed. Your mouth worked your way along Toppers neck and jaw line, sucking harder on his sweet spots. He groaned every time you pushed harder down on to his already hard on. Topper cupped your boobs, grazing over each nipple as he watched your head dip back in pleasure.

“Top, just take me shorts off already,” y/n begged.

Topper lowered your shorts to your ankles, hand hovering over your soaking core.

“Next time someone gives you shit about our relationship, tell them how wet I make you,” Topper shared. “That should shut them up.”

To relive some tension, you rode Topper’s leg, soaking his thigh as you began to untie his shorts. You never got tired over seeing Topper’s big cock let loose from his shorts, hitting his gorgeous abs.

“Be a good girl and sit on my cock angel,” Topper demanded.

He didn’t have to tell you twice. You adjusted yourself and sank right on to Topper, taking all of him in your hole. You started bouncing up and down, Topper hitting your spot with every thrust. Topper loved to watch your faces, and see your eyes roll back.

“Holy shit baby I’m going to lose it!” Y/n told Topper. You were so close you could barely stand it. Topper had never fucked you like this before.

“Keep it up princess. You have no idea how good you look bouncing on my cock with my name around your throat. The necklace bounces every time you do.”

You grabbed on to Toppers shoulders as you felt yourself getting close, rocking your hips back and forth.

“T-Topper!” Y/n screeched, coming all over Topper’s cock.

The sound of you moaning his name was enough for him to release and cum inside you until you both rode out your highs. Once Topper pulled out and cleaned you up, you sat on his lap, playing with his hair.

“Y/n I really hope you realize that you’re the girl for me and literally fuck everyone else who thinks they have a say in our relationship.”

“I’ll get there, I promise. I love you so much Topper.”

“Don’t get mad y/n but I can already see marks around your throat, possibly bruises by tomorrow.”

“Well then at least if anyone is already looking there, they can read who’s responsible,” y/n smiling into Topper’s kiss.

#topper thornton #topper thorton x reader #austin north #Outer Banks #obx #outer banks imagine

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calypsoff · 4 years ago

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Eighty Four.

“I already got my single, this is it! This is it!” I clapped my hands together in excitement, so excited “you already predicting that?” Adam said looking up from the paper “I am sorry but that song, it’s just made me so happy, the lyrics just hit. They hit so fucking good, like if I could then I would send it to a special someone” clapping my hands together again “woo! This has made my trip to New York so worth it, like it really has” These songs are just hitting, they are hitting so good. It’s how I am feeling and now this “yeah when Jay said go to Cali I was like hell the fuck no, she can come here. I got the perfect beat for her, I know I could have come there but I been working on a lot of projects then I caught that Rihanna is in the studio again, I said I have the perfect beat. Then you had the writers so yeah” Mustard said “thank you, like it’s perfect” this album is making me so happy “you know that part, the how you feel, how you feel, used to trip off that shit I was kickin' to ya had some fun on the run though, I give it to ya. I want you back in the booth and run that back. Like I can hear it in your voice, I want you to put more feeling into it, more anger. Run it back! Let her hear it before she goes back in the booth” Adam spat; Mustard turned to the soundboard. I am working so hard for this album, I went to London and came back here for this. Things are a little all over the place, but I am trying to bring it together. I am concentrating on my album first, but I had to have a meeting about my Fenty business, something that needed to happen. I even took Rylee to my meeting, we wore matching outfits, and she was the one that stole the meeting, she is already signing deals my baby but not so fast. I want her to have a normal life, I was so worried that I wouldn’t be able to deal with a baby and work, I am but like when it comes to this part she is with my family. I have Rorrey with me, Tina, Mel, Dennis but he is here with me, I now have another one in my team, he is new, and he is with me in the studio “are not done yet?” looking behind me “you done nothing but eat Jahleel, be quiet” I like him, he makes me laugh even though he talks shit.

Dennis took the picture of Mustard, Adam and I “it’s so good seeing you riri” turning to Mustard and hugging him “it’s been good, I am telling you now. This will be on the album, thank you” moving back from the hug “I got you, and if I have anything else I will come to you” turning on myself and hugged Adam “me and you will be seeing each other tomorrow” Adam looked at my dumbfounded “I am literally going to the club with you” hitting his arm laughing “boy be quiet, anyways we move. Let’s go” picking my bag from the countertop “bitch!” Jen spat, I screamed wasn’t expecting some scary ass bitch in my way “what the fuck!” hugging her in hysterics “I have missed you so so so much, I am so sorry I have been missing” she has literally been away from me for so long “how are you?” I don’t even want to speak about it, moving back waving her off “I am going to the SUV, come” walking by her, like it’s a hard subject for me. It’s hard, I am finding it hard, every day I am finding it hard but what do I know, what does he care, or does he not care at all. Taking in a deep breath as I made my way to the elevator, tapping the button and looked behind me “give me those chips” Jah just been eating my damn chips all this time.

Jahleel was supposed to get in first but here he is climbing on me, hitting his ass as he climbed over me to the back “hello” Rorrey answered “hey how is my baby? Is she ok?” I need to check on Rylee first “it’s two in the morning, she is asleep. But she is fine, so Tina is staying behind. We are seeing you at the club” nodding my head, least I know the intinery “cool, and don’t say it like my daughter is a burden” I heard his tone “never! That is my love” side eyeing him as I put the phone down, opening the chips I took off Jah “I heard your ex is in town” grabbing a handful and throwing them behind me “sorry Adam and Dennis, he is annoying” Jen just laughed “he is not even my ex, he is still my husband. Just on a prolonged break” placing chips in my mouth “you are glowing though, you look happy” I shrugged at Jen saying that “music is making me happy, I keep that to myself really. But it’s been on and off, we text and it’s like one of us is just waiting to make the move, and I am like not me but yeah, I didn’t know he was in New York, oh yeah it’s Drake’ tour date, how can I forget” rolling my eyes looking out of the window, I mean he has been on there since the start. He had the nerve to facetime Rylee on my phone when he said show me your face to me, like I made Rorrey hold my phone and Chris didn’t like it and was just like this is awkward “but how does that work Rihanna? Like it makes no sense, you both married but what? I know he must have dipped” Jah said in the back “I don’t think he has; I say think but I know he hasn’t, I just know it. I know Chris and his persona hasn’t changed; nobody will know him better than me. He hasn’t” I am really confident in saying that, even though he has done the most with annoying me, there has been so many blogs, magazines talking about me and my life and Chris being around girls but there was a video of him in Atlanta and he was coming out just behind Chubbs and someone said, who cheats on Rihanna and Chris did confidently say nobody cheated and walked off, so I do trust him with that, I know Chris and I know he hasn’t.

I got changed in the car while my entourage waited outside the car including the driver, I am just wearing an oversized shirt and some heels. It was a quick change; my hair is a pixie cut and my makeup is kind of done anyways but I am done. Shuffling out of the car “girl you have backed up the whole street” pulling my top down laughing “well let them wait, who cares” walking around the SUV “you took your time” hugging Rorrey as I made my way inside the 40 40 club, I just need a little party to be honest, let loose a little “looking beautiful Rihanna” the bouncer said as he let us in “thank you” smiling wide, I didn’t even refresh my lipstick but he is complimenting me “follow me” the guy said, I don’t know who he is but I will follow him. It’s been a while since I have been to a club, today is the day. I mean I am in no way going to get wasted because my daughter, I need to be aware because if she plays Tina up then I need to go back “isn’t it good to be back partying!” Mel placed her arm around my shoulder, I pointed at Mustard, this nigga here too, he didn’t even mention it. He saluted me laughing, he could have dropped me off actually.

We ended up in the section with Mustard, I say ended up but we were next to each other so I decided that we would just be together in this, our entourage seemed to have grown “about time!” I spat, I been waiting on my cocktail to arrive, taking it from Rorrey “what is that called? Looks nice” Mel pointed “grape sex!” I laughed; Mel waved me off. I really picked it for the name anyways “you really love that song don’t you, Needed me” Mustard said in my ear, nodding my head “it just you know, it explains how I feel right now so that is why” sipping on my cocktail “you single?” holding my hand up “married still” I laughed “I am not asking for me, no. I was just asking, he is crazy to be leaving alone, not in that way at all but how can he just leave that” I giggled “we are on a break but it’s whatever, and honestly I would never let a nigga leave me. I leave them” smiling at him as I looked away from him, I think his little friend asked that. I mean his friend is good looking, he is cute but no way I am looking for any man, not now anyways. It’s about me and my daughter, I think I can confirm that ask was for his friend, he is just smiling at me like an idiot. Niggas really do not care though, how is asking when there has been no confirmation of anything but just because he isn’t here they ask, that is wild.

Oh Mustard and his friend switched sides so I am not having to deal with him but he’s harmless, lots of compliments anyways “you really don’t look like a mother of a five month old” I snorted laughing “how you know she is five months? You stalking me now?” looking up at him, he is tall “I pay attention” raising an eyebrow “that is called stalking boo but thank you” feeling a tap on my arm, looking at Jen and pointed at the bottle service girl “what?” I said “she said she needs to speak to you” why me, I need to get down and I have heels on. Looking to the side of me “help me down then!” I spat, he laughed “oh yeah, sorry” holding his hand as I stepped down, what the hell does she even want. The lady shuffled closer to me, moving closer to her “so sorry Rihanna, I come to give you this wine bottle and glass” she said in my ear, I mean I didn’t need to come down for that at all. Taking the wine and glass “also” she came closer to my ear again “he said I know you like your wine rabbit” my heart just dropped, Chris is here “he is here?” I said to her “yes he has” she said, how did I not notice this “thank you” moving back from her, looking down at the wine. It’s not cheap anyways, placing the bottle on the table and glass. The guy already got his hand out, I don’t even know his name, smiling as I took his hand to climb back up, he literally just dragged me up in one swift, that was nice “what is your name? I didn’t ask?” it’s rude “Anthony” turning around, not that I want too now. Chris has been here all this time; how did I not notice it. Now my eyes is darting all around just looking, I mean is he here with Drake. The funniest part is Wild for the Night is playing and he is here, my eyes laid on Drake so he must be there, Drake come here very lowkey. Even though this club is not the brightest, Chris and I just stared at each other, and it’s been a while since we have seen each other, looking away from him.

Chris has done nothing but send drinks to us and nobody knows who but me, I am about to lose my senses because it’s free drinks, my whole entourage about to be wasted, they think we are getting special treatment because of Jay “we have the queen Rihanna in the building!! Give it up to riri” raising my glass laughing “bap! Bap! Bap! Strip clubs and dollar bills!” I shouted, we about to get turnt the fuck up!” I am super lit right now; Mel slipped a note in my hand. Looking down at her and she pointed at the bottle server, opening the note ‘check your phone’ of course it’s Chris, balling up the note and dropping it to the floor. Tapping on Mel’ shoulder “phone” I spat, she nodded her head and went to my bag. Honestly he has not looked away from me, every move and every drink he is watching me like a hawk, and he can “here” grabbing my phone “this music is boring” Anthony said in my ear, I gasped looking over at him “do you saying my music is boring, rude!” I spat laughing, that is not nice at all. Tapping on his message as my phone unlocked, I know he is has something stupid to say.

Chris: Yu look nice! Yu know I like your hair long but I will take the pixie cut again

Licking my lips looking up from my phone, that was it. He made me get my phone for that, downing the rest of my drink and passed it to the side of me, Anthony looked so confused but he took it, I don’t care who takes it, I just need the glass out of my hand.

Robyn: Right?

I mean what else does he want me to say, he hasn’t really seen my daughter and he is in the club and is just watching me, like what is you doing.

Chris: Right? Yu missed me and why yu stood with some nigga, disrespectful???

Robyn: My new man, duhhhhhh

He is taking about disrespectful when he been around girls “staying with my girl Rihanna, this one is for you” I laughed out, it had to be that song “we found love” I said to myself locking my phone, I mean it is what it is but he has to play that “hey, can I take a selfie with you?” Anthony asked “of course, he leaned down to me, I feel so short with him. Resting arm on his shoulder smiling “hey, that’s a video” I pointed, pressing my finger in his dimple “you sly” I giggled “come on, I just slipped” waving him off “you didn’t slip shit nigga” such a liar, shaking my head laughing. My phone is ringing in my hand like mad, and I mean repeatedly ringing. Looking at the I.D and then looking up at Chris and declined it, he is going crazy “so can I have the picture” looking up at him “my husband is here” I said laughing to myself “oh I saw that nigga, he was giving me looks. I just want a picture with you” I sighed out, he leaned down once again and I shuffled closer to him smiling, he finally took the picture “you’re very good looking by the way” I have to compliment him “but I am a little too late, I get it” he pointed “I think your husband is coming” turning my head seeing Chris is actually coming, it’s honestly funny to see that is he bothered, watching intently at my team and how they are but they pretty much moved out of the way, placing my hand on Rorrey’ arm, I rather he didn’t in this setting but he moved. Looking to the side of me laughing “I have been summoned” both Chris and Anthony held their hands out to me “oh ok” I didn’t want to cause havoc, so I placed my hand in Chris’ “thank you” I mouthed to Anthony.

I just feel it, I feel all eyes on us. Snatching my hand away from his, he can get off now. My team are just looking at me as I walked behind Chris, I am not in trouble, but I feel very giddy. Grabbing the wine bottle as I walked behind him “be good now” Jah said, rolling my eyes. We haven’t spoken since and here we are, he just went into the corner of the club, it’s very quiet there actually. Chris watched me and gestured I sit first; I mean of course I will. I shuffled in to sit, I don’t know why I feel like a naughty school girl, but I think I am “don’t get above yourself now, it’s called saving face. I am not going to disrespect you like that” turning a little to Chris, he sat down in a huff, and I have missed him so much “I really dislike when you show yourself off like that and then that nigga? Does he want a punch” raising an eyebrow “so you bought me here for that?” tilting my head to the side “nah, I just not had sex in a while, and you look sexy” I laughed before drinking from the wine “I mean just because we ain’t speaking we can’t have hateful sex? It works right” moving the wine bottle back “I mean you have a point, but you don’t deserve me” I shrugged “but I do, I miss you” so he says “then show it, you are missing out on Rylee Chris. How is that fair on her” Chris turned to me and placed his arm behind the lounge seating just behind me, oh this is a nice position “I miss you Robyn, I really do. I can’t stop just watching you from there, you just been hiding from me” licking my top lip “mhmmm” looking down at his lap “so you not had sex since?” he shook his head “chances are there, not going to lie but no” you know what, I wasn’t even thinking I just placed my hand on his upper thigh and he flinched, just the reaction alone tells me he hasn’t “just slapping your thigh” moving my hand back “I really can’t stand you Chris for obvious reasons, like you are really dumb and stubborn. I just, no” waving him off getting up but he placed his hand on my leg, so I sat back down “what?” I said “just please” I sighed out; I am not going to forgive like that. This is no way something I want but I refuse to make a scene.

Pressing my lips into a hard thin line, you know what I haven’t had sex in a while and neither has he, he is my husband still but Chris and I have been sat here in silence, like not speaking but that is us. Our presence alone, we can just be quiet but it’s a comfortable silence. Chris shifted and leaned into me “you look better then any woman here you know, you know that though” he said in my ear, moving my head back “you really trying aren’t you” I said laughing, it’s funny because he is “you’re my wife” he said in my ear and he then started licking my ear, looking up catching Mel jus looking over at me. I gasped as he started sucking on my ear lobe “stop” I said laughing “I have missed you so fucking much, your smell too” I yelped out as he started attacking my neck “stop” he pressed several kisses onto my neck, placing my hands at the side of his head “stop yeah” he moved back “I missed you, I really have” staring at his face “but I don’t forgive you” Chris nodded his head “I get that, I don’t expect it” I suppose we could.

#chriannaff #chrianna fanfiction #chrianna #chrianna ff #fanfic #fanfiction

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the-jade-cross · 4 years ago

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No Matter What - Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Fawn didn't know what emotions to feel as she sat beside the unconscious Alby as he lay in the bed, sweating and moaning in his sleep. Thomas and Minho had appeared alive at the gate of the maze that morning with the news that Thomas had killed one of the hideous beasts. Fawn reached over and felt Alby's forehead and found it to be boiling hot, hotter than it had been 3 minutes ago . The girl was just reaching out for a fresh cold pack when she heard yells coming from outside. Sprinting out, she was shocked to find all the boys at the foot of the lookout, rocks raining down on them like giant hail ... But to Fawn it sounded like someone was playing drums while everybody else was yelling in fright.

“ I don't think she likes us,” Newt yelled over the ruckus.

Fawn finally reached them and the raining rocks continued but now that she was close, the sound was louder.

“ what is going on? Did Winston dream he was a monkey again!?”

Newt shook his head , “ a new greenie came up... it's a girl and she is very ornery.”

Fawn frowned, “but it has only been a few days since Thomas.”

“exactly,” the boy agreed, “and what is even more crazy, is the first thing that she said was Thomas's name and she was looking right at him as if she knew him.”

Fawn perst her lips in thought as the rocks stopped pelting down on them and she could hear Thomas making his way cautiously up the ladder to talk to the new greanie.

“ I'm guessing Gally isn't taking this too well? He seemed pissed earlier when Thomas got all that praise for surviving the maze .”

Newt chuckled and Fawn did not need an answer when she heard Gally nearby grumbling something about suspicious happenings.

“ I think he should worry less about Thomas and his coincidal involvement and worry more about the New Girl. I haven't met her really but something does not feel right about her .” Newt mumbled.

Fawn nodded in agreement and began to make her way to the slaughterhouse with Drake to do the daily release of the goats. A few hours later when she had fed the animals for the evening, she tucked Drake into bed in his little Patch of hay near the chickens and returned to check on Alby. When she walked in, she could hear Minho, Gally, Thomas, Newt... and a girls voice there. She must be the greenie... but what were they doing in here with Alby? “ Fawn,” Newt said, walking over to take her hand, “ Alby is going to be OK. There was a cure in the box and it seems to be working .”

“ oh, Fawn,” Thomas said, “this is Teresa.”

Fawn tilted her head, the girl had been here 2 hours and already she knew her name? Now that was sketchy. Fawn held out her hand blindly to Teresa and felt long skinny fingers grab her hand.

“so you are the blind girl,” Teresa's voice huffed.

Fawn did not know if she should feel offended by the greeting or worried by the fact that Teresa already knew about her blindness.

“ we never told you that Fawn was blind.” Minho observed, his voice darkening with suspicion.

Teresa brushed it off with a high pitched a giggle, “oh I could tell since her eyes are void of any feeling or intelligence. You cannot be intelligent if you are as blind as a bat.”

Minho, Gally and Newt all moved to defend Fawn and drill the greenie with their suspicions when Fawn spoke up first.

“ actually, bats are not so blind that they cannot see squat. Same for me. I may not be able to see color in detail but I see enough to know that you have long hair, are as skinny as a broomstick and you keep looking at Thomas every 3.2568 minutes. ”

The added decimals were not actually accurate but the three minutes were and despite the fact that the boys knew that Fawn had told a tall tale for the last part just for good measure, they were impressed while Teresa looked furious.

“so a cure huh?” Fawn asked, touching Alby's head that was no longer on fire with a fever, “how did you know it would work?”

“ we didn't,” Gally explained, “but miss greanie-I -know-everything injected it into Alby before we could stop her .”

Teresa crossed her arms over her chest ... Actually below her chest in an attempt to push her boobs up to try to make them bigger than they were once she had noticed that Fawn had a natural decently sized rack . “ you are not going to lock me up so don't bother thinking about it. I've just saved your leader .”

“at what risk?” Newt snapped, “for all we know it could have killed him! You were just lucky but you won't be lucky because we are locking you up until tomorrow when we can decide what to do with your obnoxious ass. While Alby is out I am in charge and both you and Thomas here have some serious explaining to do. Gally you may do the honors.” new one Gally grabbed one of Teresa's arms and began dragging her out of the room and motioned for Thomas to follow. When they were almost out the door, Thomas realized that it also meant his lock up for directly disobeying one of the three rules: entering the maze when you are not a runner and he began to follow them out while the other three lingered behind.

“ and so you know,” Minho whispered to Fawn, “Thomas, myself and some of the guys went back into the maze to the dead griever and we found this radio thing in its gut... we think there may be a way out of the maze .”

“let's focus on the overly suspicious greanie and then we can discuss theories,” Newt suggested gently.

Fawn groaned, “can I sick Drake on her?”

Newt and Minho both laughed when they were brutally cut off by the most horrifying scream they had ever heard. Rushing out as fast as they could run, the three saw that the sun had set and the glade members were running around like frightened ants that had their anthill run over by human foot. Newt was about to ask what was going on from one of the boys that ran past them when Gally ran up to them, having just locked both Thomas and Teresa up in the Brig.

“the maze... the maze is not closing!” he panted in fear.

Fawn's eyes widened in fear and she turned to Newt, “ but if the doors do not close when it's dark... that means...”

Newt nodded, already knowing what she was going to say, “ grievers.”

Just as those words left his lips, loud piercing screeches swallowed the maze and the glade and emerging from the maze like giant spiders from a hole came hundreds of giant spider like creatures... and the glade would be prey to them all night... with no protection.

********

Newt chewed steadily on his fingernails, a nervous habit that he had broken long ago and only just now reintroduced to himself. The sun was high in the sky, shining down on the emptiness of the Glade. More than half of the boys had been slaughtered by the grievers and their bodies dragged back into the maze-like wolves taking a carcass into their cave. The boy looked over at where Fawn stood by her torn hammock with Drake at her side, gathering what little things she owned, including the name jar and slipping them discreetly into a knapsack.

After what had happened the night before and how Alby, Zart and so many of the other guys had been massacred, Gally had accused Thomas and Teresa of being spies of WICKED and had encouraged more than half of the remaining glade members to banish them to the maze that night and Newt had told Minho, Chuck and Fawn to gather a few supplies and be prepared to enter the maze with them and try to find a way out. After all, another night with the grievers on the loose would kill them all and the passage Thomas had found was their only hope.

Newt abruptly reached out and grabbed Minho’s arm, the boy having just walked past him.

“I need to speak with you,” He hissed in an urgent tone to the runner.

He apparently got Minho’s attention for the boy stopped walking and listened to him intently, “What is going on? Is it about Thomas stabbing himself with that stinger to try and “get back his memory”? We already agreed to not question his motives on the fact that he did find out what WICKED has been doing to us here all this time.”

Newt shook his head, “It’s not that. This is about Fawn.”

Minho immediately froze and his eyes glazed over with concern, “What is it?”

“We are going to enter the maze tonight Minho. The grievers will be all over us like ants and the maze is exactly what it is: a maze. If we do not get to the secret chamber before the grievers discover that the minnows are in the water, then there is less chance of us surviving than the chances we had last night. You and I both know that if they attack, they will take out the weak, slower and disabled ones of us.”

Minho smiled softly, “I wouldn’t worry about Fawn man. She is wicked fast with that bow of hers and she doesn’t even need good eyes to see those grievers. Fawn will probably be the last person who would be prey to those creatures.”

Newt nodded, “I know that which is why I need to ask a favor of you.”

“Anything man. What do you need?” Minho asked, completely oblivious.

Newt swallowed thickly, hating himself for having to say this to his best friend and hating the fact that it was the right thing to do, “If we get out of that maze, I need you to promise me that you will look after Fawn. she trusts you Minho probably more than she trusts me because she knows that you will tell her how things are straight to her face and not make up a story to make the truth seem so much better than it is. Promise me that you will take care of her.”

Minho frowned and his deep brown eyes were full of fear and confusion, “What are you talking about? How do you know that you wont be there to take care of her? You aren’t planning on breaking off this thing you have with her are you? Newt, man, Fawn loves you more than anyone else and if she had to choose between the two of us to care for her, she would pick you each and every single time.”

“It isnt because I want to give her up,” Newt explained, “But how can I care for her if I am dead Griever lunch? Minho, they will go after the weakest of us… the ones who stand little chance of surviving. Out of everyone in the Glade, I am the weakest amongst us. Never in my life have I hated my limp more than right now when I know that it will slow me down and give me a higher chance of being one of the first to be picked off. You have to pick off the dull, rotten grapes first before you go in for the ripe, healthy ones.”

“Stop comparing yourself to grapes!” Minho interrupted, cringing at the thought, “Newt, Buddy, stop being the old grandma who is planning who will attend her funeral and what her coffin will look like even before she is diagnosed with a fatal disease. We have no control over when we die or how we go. Until the day when you are dying of a fatal disease or wounded and will never recover, I do not want to be talking about you dying or what you will put in your will! We’re too young to be even thinking about this!

Newt sighed, “Minho, there was a thirteen year old boy who died last night even though yesterday morning he never thought he was going to see death in the safety of the maze. We are in the battle of our lives and our opponent is death itself. Just like you said, we have no control over when we die nor do we have control over if we are allowed to keep living. Everything is a game of chance and my chances of making it out of the griever nest alive are much fewer than you and Fawn’s chances. You are a runner Minho, you run from death every day while I’m the guy who tried to take life and death into his own hands and what do I get? A lame leg and a girl I am madly in love with and zero chance of making it out alive with.”

Minho opened his mouth to protest but Newt gripped his shoulders in his hands, “Mate, I may or may not die tonight in the maze but either way, I am asking this of you because I cannot bear to leave Fawn alone without either of us knowing who will care for her. Whether my time comes tonight in that bloody maze or if it doesn’t come until I’m old and grey and eighty-four and sitting in a rocking chair with Fawn at my side, I want to know that no matter what, Fawn will be safe and taken care of.”

Minho’s lip was trembling as he listened to Newt’s heartfelt words. The boy couldn’t recall the last time he had been brought to tears… definitely not since he entered the maze. He bit his lip because darn it all if Newt was the one who would make him cry, he would die embarrassed and ashamed that it took Newt talking all serious to make him cry.

“I…” he stuttered out, feeling his vision blur from the salty tears, “Newt…”

The lame boy smiled and pulled the runner into his arms and hugged him close. There had never really been hugs passed around between the boys before. Of course when Fawn arrived that changed and Minho now wondered why none of them had hugged each other before. He felt all his pain and worry wash away. Newt pulled away and gripped the boy’s shoulders tightly as he stared into his very soul with his big chocolate brown eyes.

“Promise me… please Minho,” he whispered hoarsely as tears of his own sprung ot his eyes but he let them fall freely.

The runner sighed deeply and nodded his head, a single tear escaping his eyes, “I’ll do it…. the day something happens to you, i will take care of Fawn.”

#newt #newt x reader #newt x you #newt x y/n #newt x oc #maze #maze runner

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kjack89 · 5 years ago

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When All This is Over

For @adorablecrab, my very belated fill from the @bishopmyrielfundraiser. Sorry it’s taken me so long!!

The request was for Modern AU, getting together fluff, and, well, I’ve done my best :)

E/R, Modern AU. COVID-19 stay at home order related because I am nothing if not the most predictable of trash.

“Alright everyone,” Enjolras said, raising his voice to be heard over the din that signified the natural end of a Les Amis meeting, even if it sounded more than a little different through the speakers of his computer via Zoom than in the backroom of the Musain. “Let’s call it a night. We’ve all got our assignments, and I’ll be in touch with any follow-ups as needed.”

“Enj,” Courfeyrac said, resting his chin on his hand, “you do realize that since we all talk and text, like, multiple times a day, and we’re now on week, what, 8 of social isolation, you probably don’t need to worry about doing ‘follow-ups’, right?”

Enjolras ignored him. “We’ll meet back here on Saturday. Combeferre will send the link again—”

“Because I’m the only one with a licensed Zoom account,” Combeferre grumbled. “One of the only fringe perks of doing a postdoc.”

“And believe me,” Grantaire interjected with a smirk, “we all appreciate your sacrifice for the Cause.”

“As opposed to everything you’ve contributed,” Combeferre shot back. “Which, let me check my notes here, but, uh, what exactly have you contributed recently?”

Grantaire’s smirk didn’t slip as he raised his beer bottle in a mock toast. “Morale,” he said simply.

Bossuet tried to cover his laugh with a fake cough that turned into a real cough, Joly pounding on his back worriedly, and Enjolras sighed. “On that note,” he said, loud enough to be heard over Bossuet’s coughing, “I will talk to you all later.”

He waited for everyone to hop off so he could end the meeting, but to his surprise, as the rest of the squares on his screen disappeared, one remained, even if it was without its former occupant. Grantaire’s video feed remained on his computer, and Enjolras frowned. “Grantaire?” he called, feeling foolish when Grantaire didn’t answer. “Are you still there? Did you need something?”

There was no answer and Enjolras sighed, his cursor lingering over the ‘End Meeting For All’ button. But something, likely against his better judgment, stopped him.

It was probably the same thing that had stopped him from kicking Grantaire out after the man had first wandered into a Les Amis meeting all those years ago, the one decision of his that Combeferre had ever openly questioned. But there was just something about Grantaire, something that infuriated and inspired Enjolras in somewhat equal measures.

The fury part had happened a lot less recently, but Enjolras suspected that was a temporary side effect of not being in the same room with each other, and was likely to be as temporary as this stay at home order they were all under.

Shaking his head, Enjolras turned back to the work that he needed to do, leaving the Zoom call on in the background. About fifteen minutes later, Grantaire wandered back into frame, holding a full bottle of beer. “Oh, there you are,” Enjolras said, and Grantaire did an almost comical doubletake, his beer bubbling over the lip of the bottle.

“Jesus Christ,” Grantaire huffed as he quickly sipped at the foam to stop it from overflowing. “You almost gave me a heart attack!”

“Sorry,” Enjolras told him.

Grantaire’s eyes narrowed. “Funny, you sure don’t sound it,” he said, sitting back down in front of his laptop. “Besides, isn’t the meeting over? Or have I been held after class so you can scold me?”

Enjolras rolled his eyes. “Believe me, if I thought scolding you would do any good, I’d’ve tried it long ago.” Grantaire grinned and Enjolras allowed himself a small smile as well. “And yes, the meeting is over, but you were still in the call.”

“Ok,” Grantaire said slowly, “but you’re the host. You could’ve just ended it for everyone, myself included.”

“I know, but I didn’t want to just disappear on you.”

Grantaire blinked. “You know, that may be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

Enjolras rolled his eyes again. “Shut up,” he said, but without much heat.

The video of Grantaire suddenly tilted, as if he had picked up his laptop, and a moment later, he came back into view, reclining on his couch, his computer resting on his stomach. “So what are you up to?” he asked, taking a sip of beer.

“Trying to figure out what protesting looks like in the age of social distancing,” Enjolras said with a sigh. “Our die-in at the state capitol was incredibly successful, but—”

“But laying out body bags doesn’t exactly have the same media impact as real humans lying there?” Grantaire supplied wryly. “Yeah, but what else can you do?”

Enjolras shrugged, glancing down at his notes. “I was thinking of trying to put together some kind of virtual rally, but even that’s not going to have the same impact.”

Grantaire nodded slowly. “Well, I’m sure you’ll figure something out,” he said bracingly, and Enjolras raised an eye at him.

“You know, that may be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me,” he said, and Grantaire laughed.

“Shut up,” he said. “Tell anyone I said it, and I’ll deny it.”

Enjolras grinned. “They wouldn’t believe me, anyway.” He hesitated. “So I’ll assume since you’re still on this call that you don’t have any better plans for this evening?”

Grantaire sighed. “I’m afraid that even my usually full social calendar has been negatively impacted by COVID-19,” he said with a dramatic sigh, clearly doing his best Courfeyrac impression, and Enjolras snorted. “But I can go if you need to get work done.”

Enjolras hesitated. “Honestly, it’s kind of nice having someone online with me,” he admitted. “Almost reminds me of all those nights at the Musain, y’know?”

“When you were working late and I was too drunk to stumble home?” Grantaire supplied.

“Well, something like that, anyway.”

Grantaire nodded slowly, something wistful creeping into his expression. Then, abruptly, he shook his head. “Never though I’d see the day where I missed that,” he said ruefully.

“Yeah,” Enjolras said. “I know what you mean.”

Grantaire sighed, his head tipping back to rest against the arm of his couch. “I just want things to go back to normal,” he said, his voice muffled from being further away from his computer’s microphone.

Enjolras made a face. “Do you even know what that means?” he asked, the sharpness in his voice making it teeter on the edge of a demand.

Grantaire sat upright again and rolled his eyes. “Yes, because I’ve clearly thought through every single socio-economic implication of stating my wish for ‘normalcy’,” he sniped. “Fine, if it’ll make you happy, I want my particular, individual life circumstances to return to how they were before.”

“It’s not about making me happy,” Enjolras pointed out. “It’s about making yourself happy. Or do you really want to go back to working two minimum wage jobs just to scrape by in between selling your paintings?”

Grantaire pretended to consider it. “It wasn’t so bad,” he hedged, and when Enjolras just gave him a look, he laughed and shook his head. “Ok, so the work was shit but the hours were manageable and besides, that way I got to spend my free time doing what I wanted. And besides, it’s a helluva lot better than being unemployed.”

Enjolras winced. “Fair point.”

Grantaire took another swig of beer. “What about you?” he asked. “Are you eager for your individual life circumstances to go back to normal?”

“Not sure anyone would call anything in my life normal,” Enjolras said, and Grantaire choked on his sip of beer.

“Truer words have never been spoken,” he managed after spluttering for a long moment. “But you know what I mean.”

Enjolras shrugged. “There are things I miss,” he said.

“And?” Grantaire prompted.

“And if you keep badgering me instead of letting me work, there’ll definitely be one less thing.”

Grantaire chuckled. “You win,” he said. “I’ll go back to muttering to myself while you ignore me, how about that?”

“Just like old times,” Enjolras murmured, and Grantaire laughed.

“Exactly.”

He did just that, breaking out his tablet to assumedly work on some art, muttering occassionally to himself, and Enjolras was surprised to find that the familiar background murmuring was strangely soothing, enough for him to settle into his own work.

It wasn’t until very late that Enjolras finally had to call it a night, and Grantaire stretched, looking over at the clock. “Jesus, when did it get to be 1 in the morning?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.

“Right around the time I realized I’m supposed to be getting up at seven tomorrow,” Enjolras said through a yawn. “Or, well, later today, I guess.”

“Seven in the morning?” Grantaire repeated, horrified. “Why in the world do you have to be up at the asscrack of dawn? Don’t you realize we’re in the middle of a pandemic and time is meaningless?”

Enjolras rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “Seven is hardly the asscrack of dawn,” he said. “Besides, I’ve got work to do.”

Grantaire shook his head. “No wonder you’re eager to go back to normal, since your life clearly hasn’t changed at all.”

“Goodnight, Grantaire,” Enjolras said pointedly.

“Yeah, yeah, goodnight, you freak. Getting up at seven to do work, I swear to God—”

Enjolras clicked the ‘End Meeting for All’ button, cutting Grantaire off before he could truly launch into a rant, and he hadn’t even closed his computer before his phone buzzed with a text. [From: Grantaire] Rude.

[From: Enjolras] Well, you said you were missing normal, and I figured this was as close as I could get to making Bossuet or Joly drag your drunk ass home.

[From: Grantaire] ...fair.

Enjolras laughed and stood to head to his bedroom, surprised when his phone buzzed again, and he glanced down at it. [From: Grantaire] Want to have another little bit of post-meeting normalcy on Saturday?

Despite himself, Enjolras couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face at the thought. [From: Enjolras] Sounds like a plan.

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Sure enough, they spent Saturday night (and well into Sunday morning) the same way, both of them keeping each other company while working on their various projects. And after that, it became routine. Every Les Amis meeting was followed by Grantaire staying on the line to hang out, almost always drinking, only occassionally actually working.

As much as Enjolras hated to admit it, it felt...nice. Like Grantaire had said, a little bit of normalcy, despite everything. In fact, it was one of the few things keeping Enjolras sane as the stay at home order extended another month, dashing his plans for a return to the advocacy work he had so meticulously planned.

Nice was probably too mild a word for the quiet comfort that Enjolras found with Grantaire. He enjoyed having someone to talk to again, someone to bounce ideas off of, just like they had so many nights at the Musain.

But it was more than just comfort. Enjolras found himself actively looking forward to their time together, and while he’d never pretend to know what Grantaire was thinking, he got the feeling that Grantaire looked forward to it as well.

It helped that, without the urgency of everything else normally going on, they were able to actually talk, and not just about Enjolras’s latest idea. As much as they had been friends for years, too often their conversations were layered by Grantaire’s cynicism and sarcasm, and Enjolras was glad to really get to see beyond it.

“Where’s the first place you’ll go when this is over?” Grantaire asked one evening, lying on his couch, this time on his stomach, his computer balanced on what Enjolras could only assume was the arm of the couch, given the angle.

“Hmm,” Enjolras said, considering the question before barking a laugh. “You’re gonna make fun of me.”

“I always do,” Grantaire said cheerfully. “And that’s never stopped you before, so spill.”

Enjolras laughed again. “Alright, the first place I’ll probably go is City Hall. I’ve got a bone to pick with the permits office.”

Grantaire snorted a laugh. “God, you’re such a nerd,” he marvelled. “It’s truly incredible.”

“Shut up,” Enjolras said, laughing. “Where are you gonna go?”

“A bar,” Grantaire said promptly, “to get drunk with people instead of by myself.”

Enjolras made a disparaging noise in the back of his throat. “Nope, try again.”

“Excuse me?” Grantaire said, amused. “Are you trying to tell me that my answer was wrong?”

“No, just insincere,” Enjolras told him. “I know you’ve thought about it, or you wouldn’t have brought it up. So c’mon, where you really want to go?”

Grantaire’s smile softened, just slightly. “Honestly? I want to go to the zoo.” Enjolras blinked and Grantaire shrugged. “Don’t ask me why, since it’s not like I went all that frequently before, and it’s probably because of all the stupid videos they’ve been posting online during all of this, but. Yeah. I want to go to the zoo.” He gave Enjolras a withering look. “And now is not the time to launch into your tirade against keeping wild animals at zoos.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything!” Enjolras protested, but he was laughing, and Grantaire glared at him before laughing as well, the conversation turning from there.

If they had nothing else to show for it, Enjolras figured at the very least they’d come out of this whole thing as far better friends than they had started.

And then, finally, finally, there appeared to be good news on the horizon, with contact tracing and a decrease in new cases, and much of the Les Amis meeting that night was spent on the governor’s press conference, and her announcement that the state would move towards reopening in the next few weeks.

“You must be thrilled,” Grantaire said when everyone else had logged off.

“Of course I am,” Enjolras said, ebullient. “Aren’t you? You’re the one who’s wanted things to get back to normal.”

Grantaire made a face. “Yeah, but what does normal even mean anymore?” he mused. “Most folks will still be working from home, and even though we’ll be able to do some smaller protests and such, it’ll still be awhile before we can do any big rallies.”

Enjolras’s smile faded. “I mean, you’re not wrong, but is now really the time to bring it up?” he asked.

Grantaire forced a smile. “Of course, sorry,” he said. “We should celebrate! Wish I’d gotten a bottle of champagne with my last instacart order—”

“You’re using instacart?” Enjolras practically yelped. “After everything we’ve talked about with their exploitative business model?”

Grantaire’s smile widened into something more genuine, and infinitely more smug. “It’s called a joke, Enjolras. Glad to see your sense of humor is returning to normal as well.”

Enjolras made a face before hesitating. “I guess that probably means the end of these late night meetings as well,” he said, and Grantaire looked up, startled.

“What?” he said blankly. “Why?”

Enjolras blinked. “Well, I assume you’ll be going back to work, as will most of our comrades, so we won’t be able to have as frequent meetings, and besides, your social calendar will probably fill up again.”

He said it jokingly, but Grantaire didn’t smile. “My social calendar never stopped me from hanging out at the Musain before.”

“No, I know,” Enjolras started, but Grantaire cut him off.

“If you don’t want me to bother you, just say the word and I’m gone.”

Enjolras stared at him. “What are you—” he started before cutting himself off. “That’s not what I meant,” he said instead, trying not to sound as exasperated as he felt.

Juding by the look on Grantaire’s face, he hadn’t succeeded. “No, I know exactly what you mean,” Grantaire said, taking a larger than normal swig from his bottle of beer. “Once this Stay at Home Order is lifted, everything will go back to how it was.”

“Grantaire—”

“It’s fine,” Grantaire said, forcing a smile that didn’t even remotely meet his eyes. “After all, I’m the one who wanted things to go back to normal, remember?”

“That’s not—” Enjolras started, but Grantaire again cut him off.

“Goodnight, Enjolras.”

He left the Zoom call, and Enjolras stared at his laptop, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.

And far more importantly, how he was going to fix it.

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Enjolras knocked on Grantaire’s apartment door, breathing in the fresh air for what felt like the first time in longer than he cared to admit.

Even though he had left his apartment during lockdown, it didn’t feel quite the same as it did now, and he smiled slightly as he glanced over his shoulder at the other people milling around in Grantaire’s apartment complex, all of them looking as happy as he was to be outside.

The door opened and Enjolras turned to look at Grantaire, who was staring at him as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “Hi,” Enjolras said, wincing when he realized how stupid that sounded.

“What are you doing here?” Grantaire asked, still staring at him.

Enjolras hesitated. “I don’t want things to return to normal,” he blurted, everything he had carefully prepared going out the window, and Grantaire’s brow furrowed.

“Yes, you’ve made that perfectly clear, but what—”

“I don’t just mean, like, socioeconomically or anything,” Enjolras hurried to add. “I mean, um, between you and me. I don’t want that to go back to normal.”

Grantaire’s expression was unreadable. “Then what do you want?”

There were a thousand things that Enjolras had prepped for that exact moment, but he didn’t bother with any of them. Instead, he told Grantaire simply, “This,” before leaning in and kissing him.

Then, just as quickly, he pulled back, eyes wide. “Oh, wait, I’m sorry, affirmative consent, I should—”

Grantaire cut him off by kissing him, something heated and desperate in the press of his lips against Enjolras’s, as if he was afraid they’d lose the moment.

Enjolras wished he had never done or said anything that would make Grantaire feel that way.

When they broke apart this time, Grantaire was smiling, just slightly, almost nervously. “So, uh...dare I ask what this is about?”

“I like you,” Enjolras said, feeling his face flush as he said it. “And apparently, it took me a global pandemic to realize it.”

“Technically, you don’t have to say global and pandemic,” Grantaire said. “It’s implied.”

Enjolras sighed. “Grantaire—”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist,” Grantaire said with a laugh, and Enjolras shook his head before reaching out and drawing Grantaire close, resting his chin on top of Grantaire’s head as he held him.

“I missed you,” Grantaire whispered, so quietly that Enjolras almost didn’t hear him.

“I know,” Enjolras said, kissing Grantaire’s forehead. “And I’m sorry that I was an idiot, and didn’t figure things out earlier.”

Grantaire arched an eyebrow. “Speaking of,” he said, lacing his fingers with Enjolras’s, “did you come to this realization on your own?”

The corners of Enjolras’s mouth twitched. “Would you believe me if I said yes?”

“No.”

Enjolras snorted and shook his head. “Fine, I had some help. And some sense knocked into me.” He made a face. “Apparently every single one of our friends figured it out before I did.”

“Color me shocked,” Grantaire muttered.

Enjolras ignored that, instead taking a deep breath so that he could say what he actually came to say. “Grantaire,” he said carefully, “one of the few bright parts of this fucking pandemic was spending time online with you. And I’d really like to continue spending time with you. And, well, I’m sorry that I didn’t figure that out until it was almost too late.”

“Well, you know what they say,” Grantaire said, a slow smile stretching across his face. “Better late than never.”

Enjolras laughed, but the sound was mostly lost against Grantaire’s lips as they kissed again, slower this time, Grantaire’s hand resting lightly against Enjolras’s cheek, the other gripping the front of Enjolras’s shirt as if he could somehow pull him closer.

Then, abruptly, he pulled away. “Hang on a second, I thought the first place you were going to go after this ended was City Hall.”

“What can I say, I lied,” Enjolras murmured, ducking his head to kiss Grantaire again, but this time, Grantaire didn’t let him.

“Really?” he asked skeptically.

Enjolras hesitated. “Well, no,” he admitted. “City Hall opened at 8 and I figured you wouldn’t be awake yet, so I went there first and then came here.”

Grantaire laughed loudly. “God, Enj,” he said, pulling Enjolras close and wrapping his arms around him again. “I’d say never change, but clearly we’ve proven that even a pandemic couldn’t change you.”

“Are you sure about that?” Enjolras asked, and Grantaire considered it for only a moment before kissing him again.

“Ok, fine, maybe it changed you just the right amount.”

“So I’ll take it you don’t want things to go back to normal?” Enjolras asked teasingly.

Grantaire rolled his eyes. “Fuck normal,” he said decisively, and Enjolras grinned.

“Technically, that’s what I’ve been saying all along,” he pointed out, and Grantaire cut him off by kissing him once more.

“Shut up,” Grantaire advised, and Enjolras grinned.

After all, who needed normal when they finally had each other?

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A hood love story: G.D

Warnings: violence, sexual innuendos, a lot of cursing.

Pairing: Grayson Dolan X female reader.

Summary: bottom line is... remember where tf you came from.

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Friday night lights.....most basic ass idea for a football game.

Just a whole shit-ton of rich ass white kids, acting like they hard when in actuality they have no awareness of anything outside of thier little gated community.

They weren't aware of the situation Grayson was in.

They either villainize him and where he's from, Or they romanticize where he's from. Either way they never talk to him.

They talk to ethan though, because unlike his brother he decided to just forget who he was and where he came from...that including his brother.

But you didn't think like them, you didn't treat people differently because of where they come from, or where they live. So you became friends with gray, best friends, and y'all were together all the time.

"hey gray you tryna go to the game today? You asked leaning on the locker next to his.

"there's a game?"

"yea against the cougars, you wanna go?"

"....mmm" gray never really went to any school event because well...he was kind of a loner, you didn't blame him tho.

"pleeeeeaaaseee, gray can we?" You asked with pleading eyes, and a quivering pouty lip.

"...fine"

"YESSIRRR, let's goo" you shouted, and skipped to class.

You went through the next couple of classes pretty quickly, went home, did some homework and waited for Grayson to come over.

"when you coming over hoe"

"I'm already outside, come on"

You run outside lock the door, hop in the car and head back to the school. The game had already started, but no one had scored yet. You and gray sit on the bleachers, and eat some popcorn.

"who you think finna win?" Gray said shoving food in his mouth. "I don't know, but prolly not our school, they haven't won a game in like...ever."

"true true" gray nodding in agreement untill his phone starts ringing. "Ayo hold up I gotta take this."

"hmm oh okay, I'll stay here" reassuring him. He walks to the back of the bleachers, "yo, wassup?"

*Anonymous* "Ayo when I see you, you getting lit tf up".

"Whoa, what? Who is this?" Gray asked confused as too who was tryna kill him.

"you know who this is lil bruh, it's daymen, oscars brother. You stole some shit from him the other day, and gave it to ya lil rich ass friends."

"what? Rich ass friends? Ion got no rich ass friends."

"okay okay, so you gon lie to me now huh?, Alright look, bring my lil brother his money or you getting lit tf up, and I take ya lil bitch for myself. You know the fine one, wit the braids."

"Don't you fuckin touch her."

Meanwhile you on the bleachers

"bitch what the fuck are you talking about?" Looking at claire and her lil posse.

"you know what I'm talking about, how long you been fucking my boyfriend."

"claire....who's your boyfriend?" You ask genuinely curious, because you do not keep tabs on miss bam-ba-lam-my-cars-a-hundred-grand.

"Grayson is duh." Because apperently that was common knowledge.

"g-grayson, Grayson Dolan the brother of Ethan Dolan, correct, just to make sure, Grayson with a "a" and a "o" not a I or a E. That Grayson?" Ya know...just to be clear.

"yes that Grayson, god are you dense?!"

"Oh no ma'am very much I am not, because the only grayson i know, don't fuck with bitches like you. Oh hell no, cuz yall don't fuck with people like him. And out of the mother fucking blue, he's your man, sweet-pea, i-is that what you telling me?" Because miss ma'am got you fucked alllll the way up.

"oh really how are you gonna tell me who I'm dating, I had sex with and who stole weed for me?" You pause....

"bruh what? Ugh now I know you tripping because Grayson don't fucking smo-"

"Aye, come on! Games boring anyway." Grayson yells from the bottom of the bleachers.

"alrighty well, miss. Thing I don't know what to tell you. Gods speed finding your Grayson because mine don't smoke." You picked up your things and walked with gray back to the car.

"hey what was the call about?" You asked

"huh? Oh it's was just my mom asking how long we were gonna stay at the game, I told her for the next hour so we could go do something else." He said.

You notice he kept looking around a lot, like he's was paranoid, waiting for something to happen.

"gray you good? You keep looking around, what's wrong?" You out ur hand on his shoulder concerned.

"huh?! Ohh nothing nothing let's go, come on"

He drags you to the car, and open the door for you, and he gets in the driver's side and drives off.

"ok I guess, um whatcha wanna do, wanna go to the park, or that on abandoned house that has a perfect view of the sunset, or ice cream, or ice cream and sunset. You looked at him, lip pouting head turn to the side, waiting for answer.

"uhh...ice cream only I wanna get you home okay?" He sighs, hands gripping the wheel tight as hell.

"umm what no I don't wan-"

"No! I have to get you home. I just, I just do, okay? Please I'm sorry for yelling come here." As you two pull in to the ice cream parlor's parking lot.

You lean in and he kisses you on your forehead, " I just need to be safe okay, it's late I don't want you out at night okay?"

"what? What do you mean I'm with you?"

He walks to your side of the car to open the door, "I know but....you cant be around me now at night at least it's not safe." After you get out he walks to the counter and tells you the get a table, you stand puzzled for a bit but you go anyway.

when he gets back with two oreo milkshakes, you ask him, "gray wait why isn't it safe? Why can't I be around you? What going on?." You ask frantic, worried your friend is in some sort of trouble.

"just because you can't don't- who is that?"

He asks leaned down a little.

"who is who? You turn around, and see a car speeding towards you both." Gray grabs your arm and pulls you down.

"GET DOWN! GO RUN BACK TO THE CAR!"

You do, you get to the car get inside and lean down, then you hear gun shots fire.

*bow bow bow bow*

The car skids off and everything is quiet, you look up and you see Grayson laid out on the ground. "oh my god...".

You get out hesitantly walking towards his body, "g-gray...baby, please oh God please no, god don't tell me he's gone" tears streaming down your face, you can't bare to walk any closer, and you drop to your knees and sob.

"no..please not my best friend." As the smoke clears you say this, the sun is setting in the background, it's a somber feeling somehow you feel safe and sad at the same time, while in that same moment your best friend, very much could be breathing his last breaths.

Then, like the miracle baby he is, Grayson wakes up, with a hell of pain in his shoulder. "Wha-? Ohh fuck my shoulder, holy shit, wait where's? Hey, hey, pretty girl why you crying?" He asks litterally sitting up looking at you holding his shoulder.

You stop crying, eyes shoot open. "Wha- GRAY!!" you run over and hug him, crying.

"i-i thought you were dead, *sniff* you were-*sniff* laying there not moving." Say sobbing into his shoulder.

He holds you with his good arm, "shh shh, it's ok, I'm not dead baby, I'm right here, I'm bleeding out of my shoulder and I should probably go to the hospital, but im not dead." His head sitting on top of yours

"oh shit, yea okay let's go." You help him to the car and start driving, you drop him off at the hospital and tell him you're gonna go take care of something.

You get back in your car and drive to a harbor, you then park and start disassembling his gun.

"god...I don't even know why he has this thing, granted he did get shot at but for fucks sake." You mumbled to yourself.

You speed back to the hospital,the doctors tell you he already out of surgery and he's doing fine, and they tell you his room number.

You walk back to his room. "Hey...Grayson baby, you okay?" You whisper not wanting to scare him.

"hmm? Oh yea hey come in." He's sitting up in bed both of his arms in slings. "Can you do me a favors and grab my juice box?"

You look on his tray and there's a little apple juice, juice box on it. "Oh yea sure sweetie." You poke the straw through the hole and hold it up to his mouth.

"Thank you."

"your welcome lovie." The doctor came in. "Ah, I see your already on it, that's good, very sweet of you." You look at him confused.

"um care to explain sir, or am I slow."

He chuckles, "my apologies, um since your friend, I'm assuming has two bad shoulder that have made him unable to move his arms at all he will need around the clock assistance."

You set down the juice box that he basically breathed in. "What do you mean both shoulders I thought he only got shot in one?"

"oh he did but his other shoulder is slightly sprained it's should heal up in a around 2 and a half weeks, while the other shoulder should take at most 4, but normally three. So due to his situation, his arm mobility is hindered untill a later date." He says with his arms crossed over his clip board.

You sit next to gray and look at him, "well I'm down, it's not like we don't spend every single second with each anyway." Gray laughs, "yea I guess thats true."

The doctors clear him and you help him get dressed but since it was late you threw a hoodie on him since there was no use for the sleeves.

You both get in the car and drive to your house, "come on gray we gotta get you to sleep." You tap and rub his tummy to wake him.

You get him up and walk up stairs to your bathroom. "Ok lemme brush your teeth." You sit on the sink and brush for him.

"okay that's done. Um alright it's 2 am ur tired I'm tired we can do the rest tomorrow okay?" You ask Grayson who's barley keeping his eyes open. "Okayyy." He says yawning.

"all right let's go to bed." You walk him over to the side of the bed and help him sit down.

" all right be careful and don't drop all the way down be careful not to lose your- oh fuck!"

You both lost your balance and fell on the bed, your on top of him millimeters away from his face. You never really looked at Grayson that way, never really looked at his eyes, dark as the ocean pulling you deeper and deeper to the point where you don't care if you drown.

Or his lips, they look so soft and smooth, if you were to kiss them it would feel like silk pillows. His lips..."oh fuck his lips."

Grayson catches your eyes staring at his lips and he sits up. "My lips baby, hmm that what you want?" You both sitting up on the bed. "Where? Your neck, cheek?" He drags his nose up the side of your neck to your ear.

"or that pretty little pussy?"

You gasp and get up off of him. "Um okay time to go to bed for real this time. Uh you good? you okay? Need any thing?"

"uh nah, nah I'm good. I guess...I'm laying flat then?" You turn to look at him.

"um yea I think that would be best."

You both start to relax and go to sleep.

"hey gray? I gotta ask you something, you know what's up with clair because she came up to me claiming I'm fucking her boyfriend, who's apperently you and also you stole some weed for her and that just dosent make sense to me."

He jerks his head to look at you "wait what!? When?"

"when you left to answer the phone she said your her boyfriend and she would know the person's she's been fucking and the guy who stole weed for her."

"so that's why- ughh fucking ethan."

"what? What about him? And what was that phone call about?"

He sighed "okay so I got a phone call from this guy named daemin, and I guess he thinks I stole weed from his little brother oscar, and I guess he's been watching me or something he said if I don't get his money he'll light my ass up and he'd go for my lil bitch himself, the one with the braids."

"oh shit so it was Ethan who stole the weed and prolly gave that guy your number, and prolly claimed he was you...now what the fuck wrong with claire?"

"Claire don't know that theres two of us and she don't talk to people he's friends with so he probably lied to her to."

Laying there in shock you think to yourself. "What kinda fucked up shit you got going on to lie about your whole identity and pretend to be your twin brother that you treat like shit?"

"ion know ask him."

You said it outloud.... again. "Oh shit my bad. But I will actually."

"what? No don't-"

"no gray this shit is crazy. YOU GOT SHOT! I'm not gonna let him get away with that shit gray! Now go to bed."

He sighs and closes his eyes.

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Next morning comes around. You wake up early to make grays' breakfast. A protein shake with some greek yogurt mixed with fruit.

You go back upstairs and he's awake.

"hey boo sorry to keep you waiting. I was making your breakfast. Need help?"

"yeth please."

"okay silly, sit up, legs out, and stand up on three okay? One, two, three...theeeere we go."

You walk over to the bathroom. Brush his teeth, wash his face and...help him pee.

"okay so how do you wanna do this gray?"

"umm you could hold it? If you wanna."

"seriously grayson. But that's like-"

"look your gonna have to bathe me at one point within these three weeks so like might as well get used to it."

"mm true, gosh okay."

You pull his pants down quickly trying to get this over with as soon as possible.

"okay so do I just like h-hold it or something? Or like do I just let it hang there?"

"no no you got to hold it bro otherwise I'll piss on myself then you have to change my pants and my underwear and wipe my legs down."

"ewww... Okay okay I guess this is better. Um sorry if my hands are cold."

"your all good."

"speaking of shower, let's just get that out the way because you haven't showered in a brick."

He sighs "alright"

You help him get his clothes off and turn on the shower.

"alright hop in big dic- oop- I mean big head." You giggle to yourself.

"ouu ok baby, oh and just for pure curiosity, which head?"

You slowly turn to him. "The one that made you think of that dumbass question, goofy get in, naughty ass."

"okay! Okay! Shit you the naughty one." Said with a smirk followed by a failed and painful attempt to slap your ass.

"ow! Ow! Fuck my shoulder!"

"and that's what ya get, hop in." You say giving him a pinch on the ass.

"what a nice butt, good for you!"

"thank you queen." He smiles

"your welcome king." And proceed to bathe him

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A couple hours later you left Grayson at home with him and a tv and left out all the snacks on the counter at a reachable level, whole you went out and....handle some business.

On the phone: "hey, meet me at the bleachers okay I need to talk to you about something."

"uh yea sure I'll be there."

A couple hours later, your sitting on the bleachers with the cold New Jersey air, causing your nose to become ice cold.

"hey." You jumped.

"oh shit! Oh hey sorry you scared me."

"ha, yea um sorry about that, so what did you wanna talk about?"

Now to most that seems like a very obvious question, it'd go something like 'hey why the fuck did you lie about your identity and completely drop your twin fucking brother'. Right? No.

The problem is you and Ethan have history, which also adds to the reason why your a lot closer to gray than Ethan and was like the breaking point of Ethan and Grayson relationship.

Basically in freshman year of highschool you and Ethan....dated?? Well no you did date but...it was shorted lived because he decided to cheat...on you. Crazy right? I know. And you'll never guess who he cheated on you with.....Claire!!! Isn't that amazing, what a coincidence.

So the day you found out was kinda intense.....

"What is wrong with you!"

"Why would you do that to her!"

"As long as we've know her!"

"Huh Ethan! What's the matter with you! Who raised you! It wasn't ma! I most definitely wasn't dad!"

Grayson being the lovely, kind, understanding soul that he is decided to give Ethan a piece of his mind after consoling you in the living room.

"Jesus Grayson! It wasn't even that bad!"

With his hands on his hips, mouth ajar and eyes bugging out of his head.

"you've gotta be shitting me. You made out with the bitch ON SNAPCHAT! THEY GOT YOU IN 4K BRO! What do you mean it isn't that bad!"

"look why does it bother you so much? Like it's not your relationship. It's mine."

"Because your my brother and I love you and I love her to, I want her to be loved and appreciated the way she deserves, and I expected better from you, I never thought, my brother, a fucking scumbag of a man. Had the audacity to cheat on his girl. I guess I stand fucking corrected."

They sit in silence for a while. Your in the living room nervous because you've seen them fight of course but, never this heated.

"well if you love so damn much you be with her, I don't fucking want her if there's gonna be this much drama."

Time for you to get angry.

"First of all motherfucker you cheated! Don't you fucking switch this around on me."

Grayson stands in front of you, tear filling your eyes by the gallons.

"I fuckin loved you....so much, so hard...I did. And this what you fucking do...this the last time I love someone as much as I loved you."

And with that you stormed out. Grayson followed disgusted with his brother.

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"....so what did you wanna talk about."

You snap back into reality.

"umm well one your fucking brother was shot!"

He jumps back. "What?! Was he really? When by who?"

"a few days ago. most likely by a guy named oscar...who shot him because apparently, Grayson 'sober4L' Dolan™, stole weed from him. Now the only people in this damn highschool that smoke are those rich ass kids you hang out with, and gray got a phone call about this whole situation and claimed that if he didn't get his money or the weed back, he was gonna shoot up him and take his lil girlfriend, 'the one with the braids'."

He rocks back and forth anxiously, knowing he was caught.

"and of course the only girl he's around with braids is me."

"okay look i-"

"Aht aht wait, I'm not done."

"because at the same time grayson was on the phone I had and interaction with the lovely ms.claire. She claimed I was 'fucking her boyfriend' and I asked who and she said 'grayson the one who stole weed for me'."

He puts his head in his hands.

"so now I'm looking at her like she dumb because we both know Grayson dosent smoke, so a couple hours later I ask grayson about the situation and then he tells me about the phone call, so we put two and two together."

"so gray got a call from someone claiming he stole thier weed, claire your lovely girlfriend enlightened me on the fact that I was sleeping with her boyfriend, who stole weed for her. Knowing Grayson is neither dating her or smokes. So who on earth, could have Grayson's number, steal Grayson name and identity and create a whole new fucking life. Oh hmm let's start with the fuck-amato who made the fuck sure no one knew he was a twin and also dates the girl that my ex boyfriend cheated on me with...who just so happens to be the fucking twin. what do you have to say for yourself?"

There is a pause between you and him.

"umm....I'm sorry."

"y-your sorry....SORRY YA BROTHER GOT SHOT AND ITS ALL YOUR- you know what here what we're gonna do."

You pull out your phone and you had saved daemin's number.

"you are gonna call oscar and tell him the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth, and tell him you'll get his lil cousin his money back okay?" Because if not I will..."

"okay, okay, call him."

You call and the phone starts ringing. He picks up.

"hello?"

"hey daemin I have the actual guy you wanted to shoot at and damn near kill"

"word? Who is it then?"

"his twin brother."

"ohhhh shit. Aw damn aye is gray good man I feel like shit he didn't deserve this."

"he's fine but his brother ethan, on the other hand is the guy you should've got, but look since I don't want both of them shot the fuck up he is gonna over there and hand you the money okay?"

"shit alright"

You end the phone call and he sends you the address.

"alright let's go."

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You and Ethan pull up to daemin's house.

"look when we get in here don't say shit give him the fckn money and don't say shit."

"alright alright"

You walk towards the door and knock on it. It's opens and there stands a guy around Ethan's height.

"um hi are you daemin?"

"yea that me, you got my money?"

"oh yea we do, Ethan give it to him"

He pulls 85 dollars out of his pocket

"here you go man, um sorry for-"

The door slammed in our faces.

"umm I guess that it-"

"how's Graysons shoulder?"

"oh it's good it's getting better I gotta get back to him though, he can't do everything by himself."

"alright cool I just wanted to make sure, does he need anything like I got bandages and a first aid."

"oh no no its fine my mom's a nurse I got all the stuff I need thank you though."

"alright bye drive safe"

"okay thank you!"

You and Ethan get back to the car.

Ethan turns to you. "Um he's nicer than expected."

"yea...um okay, I'm gonna take you back home. "

"yup okay sounds cool. "

The drive to Ethan's was awkward and quiet. He still stayed at him and Graysons childhood home. You haven't been there in years.

"well here we are. God it still looks the same."

"yea hasn't changed since the last time you've been here."

You turn to look at him.

"alrighty well- mphm"

Ethan kisses you holding the side of your face.

"I miss you. I do. I'm so fucking sorry for hurting you. You didn't deserve that, I took you for granted. Please give me another chance."

Your in shock to say the least. Staring at him in disbelief.

"...no Ethan."

"what? What do you mean?!"

"I mean no, I'm not going to go back to you I don't feel that way about you. And honestly once a cheater always a cheater, I just can't give myself back to the same person that changed me emotionally, to where it's hard for me to love people as much as I used to. Like what you do if I cheated on you, would you come back to me? And be honest with yourself."

He moves his hand.

"...no"

"exactly...so don't expect me to be the same. Goodbye Ethan."

He gets out and goes inside and you drive back to your place.

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You come back home Grayson in the living room, on the couch.

You sit next to him and talk to him about what happened, he was worried and frustrated at first with the fact that you went but understood it was your life at risk to. A couple of weeks pass, Graysons wound is fixed and you guys are let out for winter break.

Spending time with Grayson made you realize, what you deserved in a relationship, the love, appreciation, affection, loyalty. All of it, you deserved it.

And you got it, you and Graysons infatuation with one another, grew bigger and bigger over winter break. The Christmas vibes, sleeping in onesies and making cookies. Making love next to the fire place, trails of kisses going down both his and your body.

Afterwords..."hey Grayson? Can I ask you something."

"of course beautiful what is it?"

"how would you feel if we went back to school, ya know together?"

"when were we going separately?"

"nooo silly like together, a thing, an "item". We go back in a relationship. If that's something you want?"

"Are fucking joking! Of course I would baby. God, I've been waiting." And with that you finally found the love of your life, whom which in the future you had your two twin daughters with. Inez and Felicity.

You've never been so content.

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