#sorry if this is a mess i’m falling off my perch

[watchfuldeer]

as part of his eulogy for logan, ewan says: “he was mean, and he made but a mean estimation of the world and he fed a certain kind of meagreness in men. perhaps he had to because he had a meagreness about him and maybe i do about me too”. he connects them via this meagreness, a metaphorical lack of something in their spirits as the brothers roy, but it can also used to mean a physical lack, thinness, which i think is relevant both to ewan’s lifelong fear of and disgust with excess, and greg’s void of hunger for everything he was ever denied.

ewan was only five when had to take on the role of his four year old brother’s parent and protector, all alone, the only protection logan had against adults who hurt them. they were physically abused by their uncle noah, and if logan was whipped with such force as a child that the scars were still visible in his 80s, then i don’t doubt that ewan had scars of his own.

if you viciously beat a child, if you deprive a child of love and comfort, if you make children kill animals as ewan and logan were made to, they will be traumatised, but they won’t express it in the same way. ewan’s response was to become strict with himself, and strict with others. in 1.05, logan accuses ewan of never eating even a blueberry without first checking it against the ledger - the same episode where ewan doesn’t let greg eat anything for a period of about 24 hours. ewan’s life is one of forced asceticism and self-denial as penance, and is characterised by a profoundly sad inability to connect emotionally with his grandson, and by inference his daughter marianne, and quite probably his wife, who has been dead for many years judging by the framing of ewan, marianne and greg as a family unit of just three from greg’s childhood onwards. the life of abstinence he leads is further entrenched by his repulsion towards logan’s excesses as a capitalist, a media tycoon, political opportunist, and as a destructive force in the natural world via those identities. ewan says there is an argument to be made that logan is worse than hitler, and he is completely and utterly serious about it.

he wears a hair shirt of his own and others’ sins. in an attempt to compensate for the meagreness he feels within and his inability to love his family as he should, he devotes himself to saviour-type social causes, especially environmentalism. ewan views himself as having stewardship over the natural world, a domain he can defend (and demand others defend) through giving up their material desires as a means to attain moral purity. but crucially, ewan’s austerity is a response to a traumatic childhood defined by poverty, abuse and neglect, and when he makes the same demands of his daughter and grandson, by forcing them to live on an artificial breadline despite having millions, he enacts poverty, abuse and neglect on them. marianne and greg profoundly resent ewan for denying them a comfortable upbringing that was always within reach. ewan has enough self-awareness to realise that he made mistakes with his own family, but he is tragically unable to grasp the enormity of the damage he inflicted.

[galactic-magick]

Maybe in Another Universe, You're Still the Man I Love: Viktor x Reader

Summary: You get sent to the same alternate timeline with Ekko and Heimerdinger, and you find out just how wonderful your life could've been.

Words: 2.1k

Author's Notes: Yeah so that finale sent me into deep grief and writing is the only way I can heal I fear. I hope you enjoy this interpretation of what Viktor could be doing in the alternate timeline.

“Are you alright, darling?”

Your vision comes into focus, though your head is still pounding. You’re extremely nauseous, feeling like your body is not your own as you become aware of the all-too-familiar voice that just spoke to you.

You’re sitting on a desk in an Academy classroom, journals and various papers surrounding you. The sun is shining through the windows, cascading gold onto the other desks and tables. It’s a peaceful, simple sight. Something that feels so wrong for precisely that reason.

“I don’t have another class for a while, you can talk to me,” Viktor says, brushing his fingers against your face. “Care to tell me why you’re looking at me like that?”

You suppose you look like you’ve seen a ghost, which isn’t so far from the truth. You must be dreaming—maybe hallucinating—anything to explain how this isn’t real.

“I…” you start, failing to find the words to say.

-

You storm into the lab, locking your eyes on the empty hexcore cocoon, then at Jayce.

“Where the fuck is he?”

“I don’t know!” Jayce fires back at you, clearly just as distraught as you are. “He woke up and told me he needed to leave me and this place. I have no idea where he went!”

“Why didn’t you follow him?” you scream, your mind spinning. Who knows how the hexcore changed him, he could literally be anywhere.

“He didn’t want me to! What don’t you understand?” Jayce slumps back into his chair, his face in his hands. As soon as he notices a tear fall down your cheek, his tone softens. “Look, I...we both know he’s been different since he started messing with the hexcore. He had told me to destroy it...but I couldn’t. And now he’s even more different. I’m so sorry,”

“Jayce…” you walk towards him. “I’m not blaming you for anything that’s happened. He’s been pushing both of us away for a long time. I guess...I just thought maybe when he woke up he’d love me again like he used to. Did he even ask about me?”

Jayce shakes his head, and your heart sinks even further.

-

“I think I’m dreaming,” you finally say, and Viktor tilts his head. “This...this isn’t real. We’re not like this, we haven’t been like this in a long time. You’re not...what are you here, a professor?”

He cups your face and kisses your forehead, “Darling, I don’t think you’ve been getting enough sleep, you’re talking nonsense,”

“No, no, no,” you jump off the desk and pace around the room. “If this isn’t a dream, then where am I? Some sort of other reality?”

“You mean to say you believe...this is not your world?” Viktor takes in your words intently.

“Well in my world, you fell out of love with me in favor of your work, and then you nearly died and got severely mutated by the hexcore. So yeah, I’d say things are pretty different,”

He raises an eyebrow, “Hex...core?”

“You don’t have that here?”

“Seemingly not,”

You sigh, perching yourself back on the desk, “You don’t believe me, do you?”

“No, I...I have theorized the possibility of alternate universes before, but I never thought I would come face to face with it in my lifetime,” he starts writing on the wall chalkboard. “I see no reason not to believe you. After all, my wife of this universe would probably not be saying these things,”

“We’re married?”

“Of course. Now tell me, what else is different in your universe?”

-

You’ve tried to find him everywhere—going all the secret places the two of you would go in the past, and asking people if they’ve seen him both topside and bottom. There’s no signs, not even a clue. He doesn’t want to be found.

You make your way back to Jayce’s lab, surprised to see Heimerdinger and a young man you don’t recognize with him. They fill you in on their concern about wild runes showing up around the city, and their plan to check on the hexgates. You’re desperate for anything to get your mind off Viktor, so you go along with them.

You’ve never been to the source of the hexgates before, and it’s even more grand than you imagined. One thing could go wrong and the entire thing would explode, but it’s precisely the potential of destruction that makes it all the more fascinating.

That is, until it becomes entirely unpredictable.

Your surroundings change at the blink of an eye—warped visuals and sounds you can’t make out. You scream for the others, but no one can hear.

-

You do your best to describe all the important events and details of your timeline, while Viktor takes notes on the chalkboard and compares what you say to his timeline. He seems particularly interested in his inventions in your timeline, and his partnership with Jayce—who’s no longer alive in his timeline.

“He died in an explosion here at the academy several years ago, it was a tragic accident that also killed a young girl from the undercity. He was a friend and a brilliant mind,” he pauses. “We...actually named our son after him.”

Your eyes widen, overwhelmed by this possibility of what could’ve been, “We have a son?”

“We do. And he’s perfect,” Viktor smiles softly. “You really are from a different time, aren’t you?”

You nod, trying to hold back tears. Why does this reality’s version of you get to be happy? Why does this Viktor get to dodge corruption and the hands of hubris?

Viktor gazes once again on the chalkboard notes, looking for patterns and causes for the differences in your timelines. Would he have reached the same fate if Jayce was still alive? What caused the Undercity to heal and thrive in his timeline but not in yours? Was this hextech you speak of really so destructive?

You are the same person he fell in love with, there’s no doubt in his mind about that, but you’ve been significantly more hurt than the Y/N he knows.

He steps close to you again, wiping the tears from your face and pulling you into him, “I’m so sorry your version of me has taken a different path.”

You sob into his chest, gripping his clothes. He runs his fingers through your hair and rubs your back, soothing you as if you’re his own.

But you’re not his. This isn’t your life.

You pull away, taking a deep breath, “As much as I want to stay here, I can’t keep taking over the consciousness of the me in this world. I need to find the others,”

“I don’t know if it’s possible for you to get back,” he says. “You say you got here through hextech, and that was never invented here.”

“We’ll find a way,” you run to the window, looking out to get a gauge of where you are. Heimerdinger might have landed somewhere here in the Academy too, and Ekko probably went back to the Undercity. But Jayce—if he’s dead in this universe—where would he be?

“Before you go,” Viktor places a hand on your shoulder. “Would you like to meet our son?”

Anxiety washes over you, your body going numb from the prospect. Would it only hurt you more to see a life that you could’ve created?

“Don’t you have more classes to teach, professor?” you smile, trying to turn your nervousness into something lighthearted.

“I’ll cancel for today. It’s about the time you usually pick him up from school anyway,”

He grabs his cane with one hand and takes your hand with the other, posting a quick note on his door as you leave.

-

You sit on a bench outside the elementary school, your heart pounding. This child is going to run out that building any minute, eager to see the mother he’s always known.

But you’re not her. You didn’t carry him, birth him, or raise him. You don’t have the same memories and experiences.

But you must pretend that you do.

You know which one he is immediately. He’s a perfect combination of yours and Viktor’s features, just like you’d imagined. His smile is contagious, and he wastes no time jumping into your arms.

“Look what I made at school today, Mommy!” he puts a crafty contraption in front of your face, a colorful collection of sticks and paper glued together.

“That’s so creative, honey, I love it,” but your attention is solely focused on him, his sweet face glowing with pride and joy.

“Quite the little inventor, aren’t you?” Viktor applauds him. “What else did you learn today?”

“We did reading and spelling. I can spell family now. F-A-M-I-L-E!”

“Close, sweetheart. There’s a ‘Y’ at the end,” you laugh,

“Are you sure about that?” he says, wincing his adorable face in thought. “Whatever. I learned how to spell brother and sister too, but I don’t have any of those. How do I get one of those?”

Viktor chuckles, “I’ll talk about it with your Mommy, how about that?”

“Okay!” he jumps up and starts walking home with the two of you.

-

What if I stayed? You wonder.

You’re playing with your son on the living room floor, with toys mostly made by Viktor himself. The house is small but cozy, a home you wish was really yours. What if you just stay in this dream reality forever?

What if you never find the others? What if there really is no way to get back?

But no, that wouldn’t be fair to the you of this reality. She’s the one who has this life, not you. Besides, Viktor and his son deserve their wife and mother back.

You hear a knock on the door, and Viktor goes to open it.

“Oh, Viktor, it is so good to see you.”

Your head swivels instantly towards the yordle in the entryway, “Heimerdinger! You found me!” you join Viktor at the door, “Where’s Ekko and Jayce?”

“I have not found Jayce as of yet, but I did find Ekko and sent him back to his timeline about a week ago. We found some hextech fragments and were able to use them to jump through time and space.”

“So...I can get home too?”

“As soon as you’re ready. We built the machine in a young girl’s lab in the Undercity,” he looks between you, then Viktor, and finally your son. His attitude of urgency dissipates as he begins to understand. “But...I could not blame you if you want to stay longer.”

Your son Jayce comes running to join you, grabbing onto your leg, “Who’s this guy, Mommy?”

“This is Professor Heimerdinger, he used to work at the Academy,” you pat his head, “Your dad used to be his assistant.”

“I’m sure you already have a brilliant mind, my boy,” Heimerdinger says. “Your parents must be proud.”

Little Jayce giggles.

“Actually, I would very much like to see this new invention you’ve built, Professor,” Viktor speaks up. “I’m now quite intrigued by the prospect of other universes.”

“I have no rule against you observing, Viktor, but I’m sure you understand I must destroy it after we all get back. It is too dangerous to be left here unsupervised,” Heimerdinger’s tone becomes more serious. “I’m sure Y/N has told you of the destruction hextech caused in our universe, especially to you.”

“Of course, Professor. I understand.”

-

You’ve never seen the Undercity look this beautiful.

It seems that the other version of you comes here often, so many people wave to you and little Jayce automatically runs off with some kids his age to play.

You meet a blue-haired young lady named Powder, who helped Heimerdinger and Ekko in their experiments. She looks so familiar to you, but you can’t place where you’ve seen her in your reality.

Heimerdinger explains how it works, and both you and Viktor listen intently. With everything up and running, you could go back this instant.

The pull to go back is strong, like an obligation to return to your rightful place in the universe. But the pull to stay is equally strong, as you gaze into your husband’s beautiful amber eyes that you want to find solace in forever.

“It’s your choice, my love,” Viktor says, as if reading your mind.

“I know I need to go back…” you exhale, tears welling in your eyes once again. “But I don’t know what I’m going back to,”

“I don’t know either,” he caresses your face, “But I do know you are strong in every universe,”

“I’m not,” you shake your head, “Not without you.”

“Don’t say that,” his thumbs smooth across your cheeks.

You nod, turning towards the device.

“Could you…could you kiss me one last time?” you ask.

Viktor wastes no time honoring your request, crashing his lips to yours with lasting passion. He pulls away only as you back into the circle, leaving you with one last affectionate whisper:

“I’m so fortunate to have met another version of you, my love.”

[worldlxvlys]

PART 2 OF LAST TIME PART 2 OF LAST TIME PART 2 OD LAST TIME

maybe one last time…

chris sturniolo x poc! reader

warnings: smuttt, p in v, cream pie, unprotected sex, fingering, semi-public sex, ass slapping, choking, cockwarming, dry humping, grinding, getting caught, overstimulation, oral (fem receiving), edging, cursing

summary: four times it was the “last time” and one time it wasn’t

a/n -> this is longggg, hence the plethora of warnings 😭

read part one for context !!

FOUR TIMES IT WAS THE “LAST TIME”:

ONE. SOMETHING IN HIS EYE.

“chris! stop moving your hand!” i giggled as i moved it back into my view.

“ok, sorry but it’s cold!” he spoke defensively, referring to the nail polish that i was applying to his fingers.

“you’re being dramatic, plus this is literally the last coat” i told him while i finished up.

“hey, i think there’s something in my eye, could you check for me?” he asked suddenly.

“uh, yeah. which one?” i asked as i shuffled closer to him on my knees.

i placed my knees on either side of his legs, cupping his jaw to make him look up at me. his hands immediately wrapped around my waist, pulling me into his lap.

“the right one” he whispered as he stared down at my lips, his grip on me tightening slightly.

“better not mess up those nails, chris” i reminded him as i gently lifted his eye lid, looking for the cause of his discomfort.

his hands gradually made their way lower and lower until they landed on my ass. i didn’t say anything, attempting to stay focused on the task at hand.

he squeezed my ass, making me jump lightly and pulling a groan from his lips. i shifted on his lap, readjusting myself so i could see what i was doing.

“blow it” he spoke suddenly, catching me off guard. “what?” i asked, unsure if i heard him correctly.

“to help clean my eye, blow on it” he clarified. “oh” i breathed out.

i leaned forward, making us impossibly close to each other, blowing into his eye.

“did i get it?” i asked as he moved his head back, blinking rapidly.

he moved slightly, causing me to feel something hard poking into my thigh. “chris” i spoke in a warning tone.

“just-please help me” he whispered, his head falling forward into my shoulder. “what about your eye?” i asked, rubbing his scalp with my fingers.

“oh- it’s fine, you got it. just please, please. i need you so bad”

“what happened to us stopping this?” i asked as he began to rut his hips into mine. “fuck, i know. i know. we gotta stop” he whispered to himself, continuing to grind himself against me.

he tilted his head up, his nose brushing against mine with his eyes closed. his jaw went slack as i pushed my hips further onto him.

he leaned forward, placing a kiss on my cheek. he placed another on the corner of my lips, moving to finally plant his lips on mine. before our lips could touch, however, the sound of his phone ringing caused us to jump away from each other.

“shit” he breathed out, reaching into his pocket to answer it.

“hello?” he answered in an annoyed tone.

yeah, there was never anything in his eye.

————

TWO. PAYING ATTENTION

“absolutely not”

“chris, you can’t stop me. i wanna watch my show while i take my bath” i shrugged my shoulders at him.

“our show” he corrected, “and i wanna watch with you. that’s the whole point” he whined, watching as i grabbed the clothes that i left in his drawer for when i ended up staying the night.

“sorry, my mind’s made. do what you gotta do to stay up to speed, i’m watching it” i told him before moving past him to his bathroom, closing the door behind me.

what i wasn’t expecting, though, was to hear a knock on the door once i was comfortable and my show was queued up.

i let out a sigh as i shouted a quick, “come in, chris!” . he came in, sitting on the edge of the tub.

i looked up at him, eyeing him curiously. his eyes met mine and he motioned towards my ipad that was playing the show, perched on top of the tray i had set up across the width of the tub.

“you said to do whatever i had to, i’m not missing a second of this show” he spoke, his eyes fixed on the screen.

i found that pretty odd, considering the fact that he barely pays attention to this show any other time we watch it together. now he just couldn’t miss a second of it? i wasn’t stupid, i knew exactly what he was doing.

“you’re not slick, chris” i told him. “i see what you’re doing here” i watched as he attempted to fight the smile growing on his face.

“i have no clue what you’re talking about” he spoke. he lasted a few more minutes before getting up from his seat on the side of the tub.

his gaze moved from the show to my body, never wavering as he pulled his shirt over his head. i did my best to hide the effect that his stare had on me, but the swishing of the water around me caused by my clenching thighs made it difficult.

“i need a better angle” he spoke, “can i get in too?”

him and i both knew that the show was the last thing he was worried about. if i was going to give in, i wasn’t making it so easy for him.

“here, i’ll just turn it so you can see it better” i spoke, moving it so he could get a better view. his face dropped as he realized there was no excuse to get in.

“i just wanna be closer to you” he spoke, his eyes softening slightly.

i’d never folded so quickly in my life.

“come on” i gestured for him to get in, moving forward to make room for him while he took off the rest of his clothes.

when he finished, he made his way into the tub behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist to pull my body into his.

he placed a soft kiss to my shoulder, clasping the hands that were around me together and placing his chin on my shoulder while he watched the show.

i desperately tried to pay attention to the events that unfolded on the screen, but my focus was gone the second he stepped foot into the bathroom.

now my attention was directed at his hands, which started at my stomach, and slowly moved up. he stopped just under my boobs, trailing them back down to their original spot.

he began to leave open-mouthed kisses along my shoulder and neck, making his way toward my ear before stopping. while he did the same on the other side, his fingers trailed down towards my core.

“chris” i sighed out, head falling back into him while my hands gripped onto his thighs. “pay attention, baby” he whispered, gripping my jaw lightly to face the screen.

his long fingers slid through my folds, making my hips move to rub against them, craving more friction.

he pushed my hips down, keeping them still while he moved his fingers even slower, rubbing teasing circles against me. “just relax, pretty girl. let me take care of you” he spoke before sliding a finger into me.

i let out a long moan at the feeling, my fingernails digging into his skin while he stretched me out. “god, it’s been so long since i’ve touched you like this” he mumbled, watching as his finger disappeared inside of me.

he added another finger, his dick seeming to grow harder against my back with every moan that fell from my lips. “you paying attention, princess ? you just had to watch the show, right?” his words were taunting, yet he was able to speak them in a sweet, soft tone.

i nodded my head in response, not wanting to give him any reason to stop. “you sure? what’s been happening?” he asked, his tongue running against my earlobe.

“i-what?” i asked, my head spinning while he worked my tightness harder. “you said you were paying attention, right? talk to me baby, you gotta catch me up. i’ve been a little…distracted”

the second i opened my mouth to respond, he added in a third finger, pulling a choked moan out of me. i could barely recall a character’s name right now, let alone even try to take a guess at what could possibly be happening in the show. “i- i don’t know, chris. i’m sorry, i just-”

“should i stop? i wouldn’t want you to miss anymore” he was just playing with me at this point, but i was too busy chasing my orgasm to care. “no ! please, don’t stop! i’ll focus, i promise” i rambled on, telling him whatever he needed to hear to keep going.

“i think you’re just saying that” he spoke, curling his fingers to hit my sweet spot. my eyes immediately screwed shut, head falling back onto his shoulder. “you want me to keep going?” he asked, his free hand wrapping around my neck gently.

i nodded my head frantically, mouth hung open as he plunged his fingers into me. he used the grip he had on my neck to pull my head forward, facing the screen again. “watch.” he ordered sharply.

the background music of the show echoed around the room, accompanying the sound of the bath water sloshing around from the quick movements of his fingers.

for a while those were the only sounds that could be heard, apart from the occasional moans that fell from my mouth, until there was an obnoxiously loud knock on the door.

the sound made me lean forward instinctively, making his fingers rub against my clit. i couldn’t help the low moan that fell out of my mouth at the feeling, but it was low enough to be drowned out by chris’s voice, “what ?” he yelled.

“hey, we’re home. hurry up and get out here, we wanna show you something” nick spoke.

instead of stopping his movements, chris pulled me against him, covering my mouth with the palm of my hand. he moved his fingers inside of me quickly, managing to hit the perfect spot and rub my clit with his thumb.

“not stopping until you finish” he whispered into my ear in a low voice before answering his brother. “alright, i’ll be out soon" he yelled back.

“how long is soon?” nick questioned, making chris let out an annoyed sigh. “just soon nick” he spoke. nick seemed to accept that answer, as it was followed with silence.

my hands shot to chris’s bicep, gripping it tightly as i felt my orgasm creep up on me. i clenched around his fingers, signaling that i was close. “c’mon, know you’re almost there, baby. let go for me” he whispered.

my toes curled as i felt the pleasure wash over me, my moan muffled by chris’s hand. “so good for me” he whispered, leaving kisses all my face.

he stared at me for a few seconds, before speaking “god, you’re beautiful”. he began to smile as he watched me become flustered at his words.

i went to say something, but was cut off by nick’s yelling through the door, “ok, has it been soon yet?”.

———

THREE. THE COOKIES

i’m not sure how or why, but it seemed like every time our friend group hung out, i was the designated cook.

the friend group, consisting of me, the triplets, larray, tara, jake, johnnie, sam, and colby, all turned to me whenever someone complained that they were hungry.

“ok, what do y’all want me to do about that?” i asked, “last time i made myself food, you bitches ate it” i pointed out from my spot on the pool step.

“for the last time, we were hungry and you and chris were too busy fucking to answer our messages” jake spoke, “so if you wanna blame someone, blame him”

“ok, but we just ate. how could you possibly be hungry?” sam asked. “i just want a little snack, but something sweet…..maybe it’s cause i’ve just been staring at this cookie floatie under me” jake answered.

“ok, if it’ll get you to stop bitching and moaning about it, i’ll go make you some cookies” i spoke, getting up from my spot.

the group seemed to be satisfied with the answer, as everyone gave little gestures of approval.

“wait, i’ll help” chris spoke, following me back to the door of the house. “no funny business, you too. i swear if you come back here without those damn cookies, i will not hesitate to beat someone with this floatie!” jake yelled behind us.

“if you want the cookies, i suggest you shut the hell up” i yelled back, chris and i making our way inside.

“can you believe they have no faith in us?” i asked him, shaking my head as we made our way to the kitchen. “yeah…crazy” he spoke, but there was something that was off. he almost sounded…distracted ?

i turned around to try to figure out what had his attention, only to discover him checking me out. “seriously, chris?” i deadpanned.

“i’m sorry, but that bikini on you? you’re so gorgeous” he breathed out. “i mean, you look gorgeous in everything but…” he trailed off, fixing the strap that began to fall down my arm. “i’m just admiring you is all” he finished, placing a kiss on my cheek.

he walked past me, going to wash his hands while i attempted to calm my now racing heart. once i regained my composure, i grabbed the cookie mix from the pantry.

“ok, can you just grab the eggs, oil, and water for me? i’ll get the bowls and shit” i spoke to him, receiving a nod in agreement.

once we grabbed the stuff we needed, i bent over to preheat the oven. “sometimes i feel like an alien when using these fancy ass appliances. why is there no preheat button” i mumbled to myself, trying to figure out how to set it.

“chris, can you help me?” i asked, chris immediately moving to help me. he stood behind me, reaching over me to click the preheat button that i somehow managed to completely miss.

when i stood upright, i turned to face chris. “thanks” i told him, “i don’t know how i missed that”. chris’ face turned red and he didn’t say a word in response.

“chris? what’s wrong?” i asked, placing my hand on his chest gently. he grabbed my hand in his, pulling it further and further down until it rested over the large bulge in his trunks.

“you’ve been teasing me all fucking day” he spoke, turning me around and caging my body into the counter with his. he pushed my front half down, bending me over it in one swift motion.

“you think i haven’t noticed that little sway you have in your hips when you’re walking in front of me? the one that suddenly disappears around everyone else? if you wanted me to to fuck you, all you had to do was say so, baby” he spoke, landing a harsh slap on my ass, soothing it with a gentle rub to the skin.

“let’s hear it, beautiful. what do you want?” he asked. “fuck me, please. i need you chris” i told him.

“such a good girl for me” he spoke as he pulled the waistband of his trunks down, pumping himself a few times. he pulled the bikini bottom to the side, sliding his dick through my folds effortlessly.

“god, you’re so wet for me” he whispered before pushing himself inside. “my pretty girl, so fucking tight” he spoke before beginning to move.

his hips snapped into mine at brutal pace, my head immediately falling forward onto my forearms, resting on the counter. he gripped the bottom of my bikini, using it as leverage to drill into me from behind.

i bit my tongue harshly, attempting to hold back the moans that fell from my mouth, but was unsuccessful as they echoed around the kitchen.

i brought the palm of my hand to my mouth, not wanting to alert anyone of what was happening while we were supposed to be baking. every push of chris’s hips sent mine crashing into the counter, creating a continuous thudding sound.

“bet you love this, huh? fucking out here in the open, where anyone could walk in. you want everyone to know who this pussy belongs to?” he asked, squeezing my ass before giving it a slap.

i craned my neck to look back at him, “you, chris. it belongs to you, i’m yours” i cried out. his free hand slid under my bathing suit, squeezing my nipples.

my moans turned into whines as i got closer and closer to finishing. the lewd sound of skin on skin and the squelching of chris sliding in and out of my wet walls filled the space, while the thudding of my hips against the counter got louder and faster.

chris’s hands help my hips, fingernails digging into the skin as his grunts and heavy breathing echoed in my ears.

“oh my god, i’m so close chris” i moaned out, face scrunching up as i bit my lip as hard as i could. my head fell forward onto my forearms as my legs began to shake.

“yeah? come on baby, make a mess all over me” he spoke, his nose resting in the crook of my neck, his hair tickling my skin.

i let out a final cry as my orgasm washed over me, coating his dick in my pleasure. i shuddered as he continued to push himself in and out of me, chasing his own orgasm.

my slick was now dripping down my thigh, sticking to both of us as he twitched inside of me. just before he could finish, a yell made him halt his movements.

“you horny little fuckers!” i recognized tara’s voice immediately, making my head shoot up in the direction it came from. my eyes widened, mouth hanging open in shock as i tried to fully process what was going on through my post-orgasm haze.

luckily for us, tara and larray happened to be in front of the counter, meaning they couldn’t see anything from the waist down.

“did y’all even start the cookies?” larray asked, receiving blank stares from us. chris and i glanced at each other for a second, before turning back to them.

“y’all better get cleaned up and check your phones before jake comes in here with his pool floatie” he said before walking away.

THE ULTIMATE CROSSOVER ❗️(10 MEMBERS)

sam 👻🌝 4:03 pm

are the cookies almost done ?

matty b 💁🏻‍♂️ 4:11 pm

we have to stop putting them in charge of food

nick 👑 4:15 pm

i’m scared to go and check

johnnie 🧛🏻 4:17 pm

…i just wanted cookies

colby 👻🌚 4:19 pm

i was starting to feel bad about eating those pizza rolls…. i don’t anymore

jake 🕸️ 4:20 pm

i wasn’t joking about beating you two up with my floatie

larray 💅🏽 4:26 pm

…they didn’t even start making the cookies guys 😭

jake 🕸️ 4:26 pm

WHAT ??? THAT WHOLE TIME ?

tara 👅 4:26 pm

they were a little…busy

chris 🦌 4:30 pm

…. hey guys 🤗

jake 🕸️ 4:30 pm

fuck you

larray 💅🏽 4:30 pm

dw y/n got that covered already !

y/n ⭐️ 4:31 pm

and did

next time make your own damn cookies

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FOUR. NETFLIX + CHILL 👀

chris wasn’t wearing any boxers. this was a realization that i came to earlier on in the day, when i saw his dick pressed against his sweatpants. finding this out was a happy accident, as i was simply admiring his grey sweatpants.

now matt, chris, and i were all in the living room watching a movie. the lights were off, the tv screen being the only source of illumination in the room.

chris and i shared a blanket, and i was sitting on his lap, per his request. matt was seated on the couch separate from ours, fast asleep.

my back was pressed against chris’s chest, fingers caressing his legs gently while i tried to ignore the fact that his clothed bulge was pressing directly into my core. his hand gripped my thigh, inching further and further up.

“chris” i breathed out, as his hand disappeared under my skirt. “no panties?” he asked. did i decide to take them off right before coming out to watch the movie ? possibly. he didn’t need to know that, though. “no boxers?” i countered.

“i know we said we were gonna stop, but i need you” he whispered into my ear. “can i…can you warm me? i need to feel you so bad” while he spoke, he used his fingers to spread around my arousal, “you’re so wet, this just from sitting on my lap?”

“yes, please chris. want you so bad” i whispered, squirming on top of him. i lifted myself off of him, letting him pull his his pants down to free his dick.

“you gotta stay still for me baby” he spoke, lining himself up with my entrance and pushing the tip in. i lowered myself onto him slowly, biting my lip to hold back a moan when he bottomed out.

he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him while we continued to watch the movie. “so tight, could cum just from this” he groaned into my ear. i craned my neck back to look at him, enjoying the effect i had on him.

his eyes were screwed shut, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. he was very clearly trying to hold back, his grip on my hips tightening.

“what are you thinking about, chris?” i asked, keeping my voice low enough to avoid waking matt up. “i wanna fuck you so bad” he whispered back, burying his nose in the crook of my neck.

he took a long inhale, softly moaning into my skin as his hot breath tickled me. “you smell so good, you know this perfume drives me insane” he breathed out. “i wanna watch you take me until you’re shaking and screaming”

my toes curled at the thought, but i remained still on top of him. “you know what i want? i want you to fill me up until you’re dripping down my legs” i whispered, my hand sneaking under the covers to play with his balls.

he shuddered at that, his dick twitching inside of me. “wanna feel your tongue on me” i told him, using my free hand to cup his jaw. “where?” he asked, his face inching closer to mine.

“everywhere” i answered, my lips brushing his. i took his hand in mine, running it along my body. “my neck” i spoke, guiding his hand to wrap around my neck, him squeezing it out of habit. “my chest” i pushed his hand under my tank top, brushing it over my nipples. “my stomach” i moved his fingers further down my body.

i placed his hand on my clit, watching as his mouth hung open, his pupils blown wide. he closed the distance between us, placing his lips on mine softly while he caressed my inner thighs.

he kissed me slowly and gently, rubbing small circles into my skin. we stayed like that for a while, lips dancing across each other’s until we ran out of breath. when we pulled away, chris immediately began to kiss my neck.

suddenly, matt fell off of the couch he was on, the sound of his body thudding causing me to tense up and clench around chris without warning.

chris’s hips stuttered against mine, his teeth digging into my shoulder as he shot his load inside of me unexpectedly. i leaned forward, holding onto his knees while i focused on holding back a moan at the feeling.

matt’s fall seemed to have woken him up, as he began to stir. “hey guys, i think i’m gonna call it a night” he spoke groggily, barely opening his eyes as he walked off to his room.

“good night” i called after him, chris and i sitting in silence until we heard matt’s door close. without a word, i lifted myself off of chris, breathing out sharply at the feeling.

i turned around to face him, sitting down on his lap. “you sensitive ?” i asked as i began to grind against his dick. “oh my- fuck” he whined, his hands immediately moving to my waist to guide my movements.

“you wanna tease me? fine. but you’re doing it at my pace” he spoke, rocking his hips against mine. “fuck, feels so good” i moaned at the feeling of his wet dick sliding through my folds.

i leaned back, hands resting on his knees as my head flew back. the blanket that was covering us fell onto the floor, having been long forgotten. chris reached forward, pulling my tank top up to expose my tits.

“god, you’re so good. you look so perfect on top of me like this” he breathed out, looking up at me with a dazed look. i leaned forward slightly, causing his dick to slide against my clit perfectly.

“c-chris, just like that. i’m close” i moaned out. i wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling my body closer to him. his hands found their way to my ass, groping and rubbing the skin under his fingers.

“my perfect girl” he mumbled, adam’s apple bobbing as he stared up at me with a glint in his eyes. his words seemed to push me over the edge, my head falling onto his shoulder as my orgasm hit me.

i immediately felt hot spurts of chris’s cum shoot onto my stomach, while labored breaths fell from his mouth.

“i’m glad you didn’t wear any underwear” i whispered into his ear, placing a quick kiss to his cheek. i received a tight squeeze in response.

——

ONE TIME IT WASN’T THE “LAST TIME”:

“you know, i’ve noticed you call me your girl a lot” i told chris from my spot next to him on his bed. we had spent the day out with his brothers and had decided to just cuddle and relax afterward.

i looked up to see his response to my words, watching a small smile creep onto his face. “yeah, cause you’re my girl” he looked down at me, squeezing my shoulder lightly.

“but what does that mean?” i poked, wanting to hear him admit it. we both knew what it meant, but it seemed as though he would never admit it to himself, let alone say it aloud.

“it means whatever you want it to” he answered. i raised my brow at that, not satisfied with his answer. “but what do you want it to mean?” i asked.

“you know what i want it to mean” he answered, "you want me to show you?” he asked, taking my hand into his own to play with.

“it’s just…you only say it in bed” i pointed out, shrugging my shoulders and looking away from him. “i can’t tell if you actually mean it or if you’re just saying it cause you know i like to hear it”

he hooked a finger under my jaw, turning it so i was facing him. “of course i mean it. honestly? i just didn’t wanna freak you out or anything, we both know we’re scared to take this any further. i wouldn’t want to cross any boundaries or anything”

“i’m pretty sure our lack of boundaries is the issue here” i deadpanned, earning a chuckle from chris. “i know, i just…” he let out a sigh before continuing, “i just can’t help what i say when i’m with you sometimes. it’s like we’re so close and intimate in the moment, how could i not tell you what i’m thinking? but i’ve never once told you anything during sex that i didn’t mean, i need you to believe that”

“ i do” i answered, fully believing him. “i just wasn’t so sure is all, but i am now” i told him, staring at our intertwined fingers.

“so, i’m your girl?” i asked, a bashful smile growing on my face. “yeah, you like that?” he asked, tilting his head at me, receiving a nod in response.

“so….you wouldn’t have a problem with me marking you up?” i asked, looking up at him through my lashes. my hands crept under his shirt, pushing it further and further up. “of course not, i want everyone to know who i belong to” he said.

“good” i whispered, ducking my head down to suck on the skin of his stomach harshly. i held his hips down, staring up at him as i soothed the dark spot with my tongue. i watched his breathing speed up, pulling his shirt off to give me easier access.

i left hickies going up his stomach, his chest, and neck. i paid special attention to his sweet spot right under his ear, earning a low groan from him. when i pulled away to admire my work, he immediately pulled me closer to place his lips on mine.

i smiled into the kiss at the sudden movement, fingers lightly running through his hair. the kiss was delicate, both of us savoring the moment, wishing we could just stay like that forever.

the scent of his cologne filled my nostrils, the familiar smell reminding me that this was exactly where i wanted to be. it was comforting, and it provided a sense of warmth and safety, something i always felt around chris.

his lips had a faint taste of cherry to them, a result of the lollipop he was sucking on not too long ago. his hands found their way under my shirt, resting on the small of my back and moving me even closer.

i pulled away for a second, pulling my shirt over my head. he left open-mouthed kisses along my neck and collarbone, his hand sneaking into my shorts.

“chris” i moaned out, his fingers leaving teasing strokes against my panties. “what’s wrong baby?” he asked, as though he didn’t know what he was doing. i countered his action by rubbing his stomach, my fingers dancing along the waistband of his pants.

“fuck” he groaned out breathlessly, his face falling into the crook of my neck. “was there something you needed?” i asked as his hips began to buck up into my hand. “fuck you” he groaned out, while my hand grazed his clothed bulge.

“been waiting for you to” i countered, receiving a harsh slap to my ass in response. i couldn’t help letting out a moan at the sudden action, the wet spot in my panties growing. “so fucking impatient, i don’t know if you deserve to cum” my eyes widened at his words, head immediately shaking in disapproval.

he turned me so i was laying on my back, pulling my shorts and panties down in one swift motion. “chris, pl- oh!” i cut myself off with a moan at the feeling of chris’s face having been shoved into my wetness.

“oh my god” i moaned out, legs pulling together instinctively, pushing his face even deeper into my heat. my hands flew up to his hair, gripping on whatever strands they could and tugging.

chris moaned against me at the feeling, making my head fly back as loud cries fell from my lips. he alternated between leaving kitten licks and pulling my folds into his mouth and sucking. he moved his tongue up, focusing on my clit while he poked a finger at my entrance.

“chris, no teasing please. i- fuck” my hips snapped up as he left a slap to my clit. “you’re gonna take whatever i do to you, unless you don’t wanna finish” he lifted his head to speak, his face glistening in my slick.

“i- yes, yeah. sorry” i spoke in shock, taken off guard by the sudden edge to his tone. when he moved away from me fully, i rolled my eyes, annoyed that he edged me.

he rid himself of the rest of his clothes without a word, his hard dick springing free. he slapped his length against my clit a few times, earning a whine from me. “i hope you know, i caught that eye roll” he spoke, glaring down at me.

“fix the attitude cause i promise, you don’t want me to fix it for you” he spoke before lining himself up and pushing inside of me. he waited until i signaled i was ready before moving his hips at a brutal pace.

he thrusted inside of me so deeply, i was left speechless as he knocked the wind out of me. i had no clue what had gotten into him but i loved it.

“you ok, princess? need me to slow down?” he asked, his eyes taking in my already fucked out appearance. i shook my head frantically at the question, willing him to keep up his pace. “i’m good, i’m good. keep going, feels so good” i rushed out.

“good, tell me if that changes” he spoke between grunts of his own. his hands rested on either side of my face, his biceps flexing as he supported his weight on the bed.

i caught his lust-filed gaze on my covered tits, staring as they bounced in my bra. i reached behind me, unclasping it and throwing it to the side, a moan falling from chris’s lips.

he moved his face down, his mouth attaching to one, licking and lightly biting it. my hands flew to his back, nails digging into his skin leaving bright red marks. “yes, yes, yes chris” my moans came out as choked sobs, eyes rolling back into my head.

“i’m close chris, please don’t stop” i moaned out. “hold it” he ordered immediately. “no, no i can’t chris. i can’t” i spoke, tears pricking at the corner of my eyes.

“no? you want me to stop?” he asked tauntingly. “no! please don’t stop, please" i sounded pathetic, begging him like this, but i was too desperate to care.

“be patient, i’m almost there ” he spoke as he continued to pound into me. “so good for me, i got you” he whispered, his praise caused me to clamp down on him, pulling a long groan from his mouth.

“cum with me, make a mess all over me” he spoke, causing me to let go. my juices spilled out all over him, while thick ropes of his cum coated my walls. when he pulled out, he watched our pleasure drip out of me.

“shit, chris” i breathed out, focusing on regulating my breathing. “are you ok? you’re not hurt, are you?” he asked, worry filling his face as he looked over my body.

“no, i’m ok i promise” i reassured him “that was insane” i spoke, bowing my head into his chest and laughing lightly. he moved my face toward his direction, “don’t hide from me, you being a freak is nothing new” he joked, earning a light slap to the chest from me.

“i’m glad you liked it” he spoke, a cheeky grin on his face. “i loved it” i whispered, pulling him into a hug.

once chris cleaned us both up, checking to make sure i was okay again, we went back to cuddling. “can i ask you something?” chris asked, his thumb mindlessly drawing shapes onto my skin.

“always” i answered back, looking up at him. “hypothetically, if there was this girl i wanted to ask out-” he started, before i stopped him. “are you serious? there’s no way you’re asking me for advice about another girl right now. you were literally just telling me i was yours and now you’re trying to ask out someone else?” i asked, staring up at him incredulously. what was wrong with him?

“ok, maybe that wasn’t the best way to ask” he spoke, narrowing his eyes in thought. “chris, are you kidding me right now? you seriously-” “it’s you” he cut me off.

“i just wasn’t sure how to ask, and i figured who would know better than you, right? but i see now how that was a dumb way to do it and i’m sorry for worrying you” he finished.

“oh my god, chris. you’re an idiot” i spoke hitting him upside the head. “ow! i’m sorry” he spoke defensively. “i should tell your ass no for the emotional trauma you just put me through”

“i did say hypothetically, though”

“what if i hypothetically beat your ass?”

“i’m still waiting for an answer” he pointed out. “you know, for someone who’s so big on patience, you sure don’t seem to have any yourself” i spoke, squinting my eyes at him.

“of course i’ll go out with you, chris” i answered.

“good. cause i wanna show off my girl”

the way i lowkey just fed y’all five fics in one 🤭

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[badomensgoodomens]

Hiii can I ask for a smutty request between vessel x reader, maybe reader is feeling down about vessel having to leave to tour soon so vessel takes care of her and its passionate and loving 🥰🤍

SLEEPTOKEN -VESSEL (smut)

not as loving but very passionate lol (my bad)

content warning: p in v, fingering n cunnilingus, overstimulation

smut is not my strong suit don't come for me.

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You woke up feeling ridiculously melancholic. Tomorrow V was supposed to leave for tour with the boys, you didn’t want him to leave, ofcourse. That was your man, and you were gonna do everything in your power to stop him from leaving-

“Stop thinking about it.” 

His voice breaks you out of thought, you were currently perched on the end of the bed in your undergarments. You two had a heated night last night, and were too exhausted to put clothes on. 

You shake your head, mumbling a soft “i’m not.” he sighs, shifting to sit next to you. “Ill be back before you even know it.” he says, kissing your warm shoulder. You shrug him off. 

“Don’t be like that, love.” 

You glare at him, a soft pout gracing your lips. 

“Lose the attitude.” he grumbles, gripping your chin. 

Your brows furrow, instinctively you turn away from him. His hand reaches for your neck, pulling you back to him. 

His head dips down to kiss your soft lips, tightening when your head chases his. Its a clash of teeth and moans. He pulls away, running his thumb along your bottom lip. 

“Let me show you…”

He drags you up the bed by your hips.

“How much i love you.” 

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His hips snap up against yours, agonisingly slow. He was doing a great show of making love to you, savouring every moment. You whine, frustrated at the lack of movement. 

“m’ sorry baby.. You feel sooooo good.” he breathes out, head nestled into the side of your neck, small kisses pressing up to your jaw. 

You tug on the soft tufts of his hair, craving- no. needing more. “Fucking hell v. pick up the pace” you hiss, trying to work yourself up and down his cock. 

“I love it when you wear these.” he groans, fiddling with the strap of the emerald green bra you were wearing. “So fuckin pretty.” he whispers, watching the bra fall away from your skin. He had pulled your matching thong to the side in a hurried, horny, frenzy. 

He picked up the pace, the room filling with skin slapping and moans. 

Fuck. 

Neither of you were gonna last long after this. 

He pressed soft kisses down the valley of your breasts, basking in the scent of your skin. The smell of your moisturiser making him dizzy, sending the blood in his body straight down to his dick. 

He made quick work flipping you over, driving his cock in and out, shoving a pillow beneath you. 

“So fucking pretty.” he breaths out, head next to your ear. “All fucking mine.” 

He lets out a guttural moan as his hips begin to stutter. 

“Mm… fuck im gonna cum-” 

He makes an absolute mess of himself, biting onto the skin of your shoulder as he releases. He collapses against you, panting heavily. But oh no, he wasn’t finished with you. 

“Turn over. Gonna make sure you savour every drop.” 

He presses kisses from your soft tummy down each thigh, leaving bite marks. He gently fingers you, savouring the feeling of your insides. 

“Fuck.. all this just for me?” 

Your head is thrown back into the pillows, a mess of moans. 

His pace quickens, his other hand coming to rub up on your clit. Your whole body shakes with pleasure, strings of moans leaving your mouth. He admires you from down below, watching the sweat trickle down the valley of your breasts, and how your core shudders. 

“You gonna send me photos….

His fingers work quickly to make a mess of you. 

“And videos huh?” he says, watching his knuckles bury deep within you. He pauses when you don’t respond. You whine immediately, trying to work yourself up and down his fingers. He holds your hips down. 

“Answer me.” he snaps, gripping your thighs tightly.

“I promise.” you whine out. His head dips down, you were NOT gonna last long. He pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you, using his tongue and finger combined to eat you out in the most substantial way. Your body shook of overstimulation, your hands struggle against his as you try to push him away from your clit. “V-” you cry out, “cmon baby, just one more. I promise.” he whispers against your skin, you whimper and cry. “Cmon, sweet girl, i’ll take care of you.” 

That nickname was enough to snap the coil building inside you. He works you through your final orgasm, kissing your swollen lips. 

“Shh… shh.. You’re okay.” he whispers, holding you as you shake. He wipes the tears from your eyes, holding you together. 

“Did you like that?” he whispers, pulling you close to him in the dark. 

You nod, panting. 

“I like being able to take you apart and put you back together.” 

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“You still mad…?” he asks, after gently cleaning you up and fetching you water. You shake your head. “Just gonna miss you.” 

He frowns, pulling you impossibly close.

[jasmines-library]

I know i’ve already sent in a lot of requests, i practically live in your inbox(not sorry), but i just wanted to know if you could whip up some really angsty stuff?

Maybe something with reader being on patrol and she just randomly passes out and just won’t wake up again?

idk, i’m just craving your content😞🙏

Veins

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Note: Anything for you my love. Dont feel bad for sending them in, i smile everytime your name is in my inbox. sorry for the wait. :))

Warnings: Poison/drugging, passing out, needles, ivs but non graphic

Word Count: 1.3k

⛧ BATFAM MASTERLIST ⛧

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There it was again. That funny feeling. You couldn’t quite place it, but it tickled the back of your mind. Physically, you felt fine. There was just something off about the whole night. Tim was running alongside you, the soles of his boots making little to no noise as he weaved nimbly down the street. Dick was slightly ahead; you were watching his six.The three of you were currently pursuing Poison Ivy, who royally pissed off, was threatening to release a batch of poisons into the water supply; naturally, it was your job to try and stop her before she could actually get there. Batman was also in pursuit, but he was coming from the other side of the city which meant that the chances of you and your brothers stopping Ivy before she got there were pretty high. 

You had almost caught up with Ivy when it happened. You could see her ahead, her torn clothes flapping against the winds that whipped between the skyscrapers and whistled down the alleyways. You pushed yourself to run faster, feeling the burn in your calves as you raced towards her auburn figure. You would have caught her if you didn’t catch a glimpse of one of her goons perched on a window ledge. It was dark, but you could practically see his crooked grin as he leered down at the three unsuspecting vigilantes. By the time you had realised what was actually happening, it was too late. 

The needle dug deep into your neck, with such a blunt force that you would have yelped if you didn’t have the sense to plaster your hand over your lips. It stung and would most certainly leave a bruise later. But what worried you was not, the soon to be bruise, but the groggy sensation that began to settle over you. 

Blindly reaching for the syringe, you pulled it from your neck with a grunt. It clattered to the floor. Everything seemed to swim before you in a mix of colours. It made you feel sick. And suddenly your body felt numb, stubborn limbs refusing to move how they normally would. You lurched forward stumbling and trying to grip onto the wall to keep yourself upright. It was hardly any use though; whatever they had stuck you with made it nearly impossible to tell which way was up as your world span. You had fallen behind, moving without a coherent thought as you tried to keep up with the speck that you thought was Tim. Everything was too loud, but you could make out no sounds, just a piercing ringing. 

“R’vn…” Someone was talking to you. You weren’t even aware you had stopped and hands swam in front of your face. Touching. Someone was touching you; their hands were against your shoulders trying to keep you upright. But who…

There was no face in front of you. Only a mangled mess of colours and an echo of your code name frantically falling from their lips. They were trying to get you to respond, to say anything but your eyes and glassed over and your limbs had fallen limp in against the stone wall you had been stumbling against. 

And then your body gave up completely.

Tim had to scramble to catch your body as you keeled over, ragdolling into his arms with limbs splayed out in each direction. He cursed, panicked and settled you down on the ground to stand over you. Wide eyed, he pressed the emergency signal on his coms, praying that Dick would get to you quickly and that Batman was close enough to catch Ivy. 

He tried your name again, shaking you by the shoulders. There was no response; your head just lolled to the side. It was then that he realised your body was hot. Far too hot. He struggled to get off his glove before pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. You didn’t even stir. 

“Son of a bitch.” Dick skidded to a stop beside his brother, palling at the sight of you on the ground. “What happened?”

“I-i don’t know. She was fine one minute and the next she practically collapsed against the wall-” Tim stuttered, unable to keep his composure. Usually, he was the one with the steady hand they could all rely on, but now he was completely short circuiting. 

With a curt nod, Dick tried to shake you awake, calling your name.

“I tried that.” Tim stated. 

Dick nearly snapped at his brother for making an irritating statement when he saw the lines spider-webbing up your neck. They were thin and black, spindling out like branches of a tree devoid of its leaves. Twisting your head gently to the side, Dick revealed it to Tim who swallowed thickly. 

“Drugged?” He asked meekly.

Dick shook his head. “Poisoned.”

Tim shifted his vision anxiously between Dick and you. His head perked up when something clattered off to their right. Dick was up in an instant, standing over you with his escrima sticks flickering with their angry blue charge. Tim reddied his bo staff.

“Go find them.” Nightwing ordered, standing over you protectively.  “I’ll watch her.”

Tim darted off for a moment as the older boy watched you with shifty eyes, hardly relaxing when he returned a few moments later. By that time you had begun sweating and your skin had grown clammy and gaunt .When he looked at him with optimistic eyes, the younger boy shook his head. 

“Nothing. But I did find this.” He produced a small syringe filled with a dark green liquid. The one you had pulled frantically from your neck.

“Good! That's good.” Dick exclaimed, taking a shaky breath. “We need to get her back to the cave. Page Alfred. Get him to prepare the infirmary.”

“On it.”

Sliding his hands under your body, he scooped up your limbs with ease. “Hang in there, kiddo.”

~

“Get her on the bed, quick.”

Alfred was on the two boys as soon as he heard the cave entrance fling open. Dick was sling clinging to you as he bustled through the door, hot on Tim’s heels who forced everyone out of the way. They all watched you with worried creases etched onto their complexions. 

Dick lay you down on the bed. As soon as he was out of the way Alfred was replacing the empty space beside you, inspecting the spread of the poison. It had now begun to crawl down your arms and up the side of your face. Your features seemed sunken and your heart rate was dangerously slow. 

He reached for a needle of his own, sliding it into your skin before hooking you up to an IV. 

“What’s that?” Tim asked. His voice wavered. 

“Hopefully an antidote and some fluids to flush it out of her system. Babs managed to analyse the sample you sent over. The poison is lethal, but because she managed to pull it out before the whole thing entered her system, we think this should help.”

“And if it doesn't?” Jason’s voice asked from where he had been lingering in the doorway.

“Let's hope it does.”

~

It took much longer than they had hoped for you to wake up, but nevertheless you did. Slowly but surely you cracked open your eyes and blinked at them groggily. It seemed that Alfred and Babs had been spot on; the antidote worked, but it made everyone nervous to think that if you hadn’t pulled out the toxin when you had, the situation could have been very different. Damian cringed at the thought. 

They had all been there when you woke up. They had been taking it in turns to watch you because they couldn;t bear the thought of you waking up alone, but when Jason called out that you were stirring they all rushed to your side to sit with you. 

It was nice to wake up with the all beside you, despite the fact that you felt like death. Probably because you had been so close to it. 

Ivy was arrested and sent to Arkham without much of a second thought.Batman had caught her before she managed to release the rest of her poisons. She had made an attempt on your life. It was safe to say that she deserved jail time for that, though there was no saying how long she was actually going to stay there for. 

The air was much lighter in the manor now that you were awake. You were still on bed rest for a short while, much to your protests and grumbling. But, luckily for you you were surrounded by a whole handful of people that wanted to do things for you that you didn’t even need help with. Not that you minded too much… Either way, they were there for you completely throughout your recovery, glad that you were going to be just fine.

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[ddejavvu]

Mei!!! I went to get my hair done at a random place because the usual person I go to wasn’t available this week and the lady cut my hair too short :( I asked for a trim of my curtain bangs and she gave me bangs. Just cut straight across. I’m so sad about it. Could I maybe get a little something with Jake x reader where this happens and he comforts her <3 thanks my love

i'm sorry sweetheart that sucks!!! jake loves you though <3

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"It's not that bad." Jake insists, holding your chin in his hands and studying the harsh line of hair cut across your forehead, "They're just bangs, darlin'."

"But they're not what I wanted!" You protest, your voice weak from emotion and your nose slightly runny, "Jake, she was supposed to trim the ones I had, not chop a whole new set into my head!"

"I know." He soothes, leaning down to kiss your forehead. He has to fumble with the intrusion of your new bangs to get his lips onto your skin, and that does it for you.

"You can't even kiss my forehead anymore!" You wail, tears that had been teetering on the precipice of spilling down your cheeks for minutes finally doing so. They cascade down your skin in glistening rivulets that Jake's nimble hands rush to clear away, his skin slightly rough against yours even if his touch is gentle.

"Hey, hey! Hey, it's okay," He promises, "Hey, darlin', I'll make it work. Here," He tilts your face towards the sky, leaning down where he's standing between your legs while you perch at the edge of the bed, "There we go." He smooths the palm of his hand up under your bangs, flipping the short strands of hair so that they stick up off of your head. He presses what must be at least ten kisses to your skin's now-exposed surface, which ought to soothe you, but when he lets the hair fall it's a mess, bent and mussed out of shape.

"Okay, uh-" Jake fumbles for your bedside table where he knows you have a pocket brush, "Here! Here, darlin', nothin' to worry about. Just gonna brush that down," He mumbles, jaw clenched in concentration as he fixes your bangs with a few swipes of the brush at your forehead, "There! All fixed, darlin'."

"You can't do it in public anymore," You lament, seemingly hellbent on finding the worst in your new hairstyle, "You'll have to mess my hair up and then it'll look bad."

"I can do it wherever I want," Jake decides, plunging the tiny brush into the pocket of his jeans, "See? I'll get another one from the store next time we go, 'n carry it around with me. That way I can kiss your forehead whenever I want. Okay? It's okay, honey."

You can't muster up any complaints to that. He's right, and his dedication to holding a brush on him at all times just to kiss your forehead is heartwarming. Still, you're grumpy, and he knows it.

"Hey, this might be better, actually," Jake muses, sitting by your side and letting you slump over onto his broad shoulder.

"How, Jake?"

"This way it's like a barrier." He explains, pushing your bangs up to kiss your forehead once more, then smoothing them out with the brush, "They're like kiss protectors, darlin'. That way nothin' can rub off my kiss without goin' through your bangs first."

"Kiss protectors?" You echo after a moment of deliberation, "Jake, you're trying really hard, aren't you?"

"Is it working?" He asks feebly, and the tension in his chest seeps out when you huff out a laugh.

"Yeah." You concede exasperatedly, feeling the foreign tickle of your kiss protectors brushing against your forehead as you lean against Jake's shoulder, "Yeah, babe, it's working."

[shadowybasementwitch]

The Potato Incident

Tags: eren, eren × reader, aot, fluff

Wirings: none

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The sun was barely peeking over the horizon when you found yourself elbow-deep in chaos at the barracks. Today was supposed to be a routine training day, but with Sasha stealing half the breakfast rations, Connie accidentally releasing the horses, and Jean bickering with Eren about who knows what, it was anything but normal.

And of course, you were stuck in the middle of it all.

���Eren,” you groaned, rubbing your temples as you watched him and Jean square off near the mess hall. “Do you really need to fight him before I’ve even had coffee?”

“It’s not a fight,” Eren snapped, glaring at Jean. “It’s called putting him in his place.”

Jean rolled his eyes. “Yeah? And what place is that, oh mighty Eren? At least I don’t get reckless every time I stub my toe.”

“I don’t get reckless!” Eren shot back, his voice rising. “At least I’m not a coward who—”

“Boys,” you interrupted, stepping between them before they could escalate further. “We’ve got Titans to fight and an entire day of training ahead. Save the testosterone for something useful, like not dying.”

“Fine,” Jean muttered, crossing his arms. “But don’t come crying to me when he screws up again.”

“Get out of here, horse face!” Eren snapped, but you grabbed his arm and yanked him toward the stables before he could lunge.

“You’re impossible,” you muttered under your breath as you dragged him along.

Eren huffed but didn’t resist, his steps falling in line with yours. “You’re the one who keeps stepping in to save Jean’s sorry ass.”

“And you’re the one who keeps rising to the bait,” you shot back, giving him a sideways glance. “What’s your deal with him anyway? Did he steal your favorite scarf as a kid or something?”

Eren’s lips twitched, the faintest hint of a smile breaking through his perpetual scowl. “He’s just...annoying.”

“You’re both annoying,” you said, though your tone lacked any real bite.

The stables came into view, where Connie was chasing a particularly stubborn horse that had somehow gotten tangled in a hay net. Sasha was perched on a bale nearby, casually munching on what looked like a raw potato.

“Sasha,” you called, exasperated, “where did you even get that?”

“Kitchen,” she said between bites, as if it were the most obvious answer in the world.

“Didn’t you already eat half the rations this morning?” Eren asked, incredulous.

“It’s potatoes, Eren,” Sasha said solemnly, as if that explained everything.

Eren opened his mouth to argue, but you clamped a hand over his face before he could start. “Don’t. Just don’t.”

Meanwhile, Connie had finally managed to free the horse but tripped over his own feet in the process, landing face-first in a pile of hay. Jean walked by at just the right moment to witness the spectacle and burst out laughing, which only earned him a glare from Connie.

“Nice moves, Connie,” Jean called.

“Shut it, horse face!”

“Hey!” Jean protested, but you barely registered it, too busy trying not to laugh at the absurdity of it all.

Eren, for once, seemed to notice your amusement. He nudged you lightly with his elbow, his expression softening just enough to make your heart skip. “You’re enjoying this chaos, aren’t you?”

You smirked, brushing a stray piece of hay off his shirt. “It’s not every day I get front-row seats to the circus.”

“Yeah, well,” he muttered, his voice dropping slightly, “at least you make it tolerable.”

Your cheeks warmed, but before you could respond, Sasha suddenly gasped, pointing dramatically toward the mess hall.

“Levi’s coming!” she hissed, dropping her potato like it was evidence of a crime.

Eren straightened instantly, his scowl returning. You turned to see Captain Levi approaching, his usual deadpan expression in place.

“What’s this mess?” Levi asked, his tone sharp as he surveyed the chaos.

No one dared speak for a moment, and you couldn’t help but wonder if Eren would somehow manage to get blamed for everything.

“It was Connie,” Eren said quickly, throwing Connie under the bus without hesitation.

Connie, still covered in hay, threw his arms up. “What?! How is this my fault?”

Levi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re all a bunch of idiots. Clean this up before training, or I’ll have you scrubbing floors until the Titans evolve opposable thumbs.”

As Levi walked away, the group collectively groaned but set to work. Eren caught your eye, a small, almost conspiratorial grin on his lips.

“You owe me for not ratting you out,” he said quietly.

“Oh, please,” you said, rolling your eyes but unable to stop the smile creeping onto your face. “You’re just lucky I like you, Eren.”

For a moment, the chaos faded into the background, and the two of you shared a brief but genuine laugh. In a world filled with Titans and endless battles, moments like these felt like stolen treasures.

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End

[blo0d1er]

꒷꒦ ˖ ° 🪓 ⋆ ｡ BRING IT

SLASH has posted a new video !

tw for fictional depictions of violence and death !

The video opens without the music, a car backing out of the driveway of a suburban, white picket house. Pick Me’s Kiko waves from the door, bidding her parents farewell. As soon as they’re down the driveway, she retreats inside, flopping unceremoniously onto the couch, immediately pulling out her phone to call “Bin😚” as we see on the screen. The phone rings once and the screen splits to reveal Neverland’s Dabin on the other end. 

“Hey!” he answers cheerily, tossing a ball in the air and catching it with his free hand. 

A smile spreads across her lips at the sound of his voice, a finger twirling in her hair. “Hey, my parents just left,” she kicks up a leg to hook her ankle over her knee, “Are you still coming tonight?”

The ball he tossed up falls against his chest, caught off guard by the question. His cheeks seem to flush pink at the implications, stuttering a reply, “Yeah, I’m there.”

“That’s great–” her smile grows thanks to his agreement until another voice cuts in on the other line.

“We’ll be there, Kiko!” the other voice calls out, clearly unwelcome from the annoyed roll of Kiko’s eyes.

Dabin’s side of the screen zooms out to show DeepDive’s Dowon and Stupid Cupid’s Jeanne messing around on the couch behind Dabin. 

Jeanne seems to be trying to shush him with a hand over his mouth, unsuccessful as he dodges and wrestles her arm down. “We’ll bring booze!” she offers as reconciliation when she fails at shutting him up.

Kiko sighs, her unruly friends experts at wearing on her nerves.

“Sorry, Koko,” Dabin mutters an apology on their behalf, his expression sheepish but not making a move to deny them their interruption.

“It’s fine,” she huffs. “Just tell them to be here in an hour.”

“Got it,” he nods and his side of the screen is snuffed out as Kiko ends the call.

She lets out another annoyed exhale, hitting call on another contact labeled “KK.”

“Hiii,” Krush’s Kaleina greets over the phone as she slides into view.

“Come over?” Kiko asks, rolling over onto her stomach, her elbows digging into the plush brown leather. 

“What happened to Dabin coming?” Kaleina asks, pressing the phone to her ear with her shoulder as she files her nails, perched on her bed.

“Dowon and Jeanne are coming too, now,” Kiko rolls her eyes again at the thought.

Kaleina lets out a snort of a laugh, her meddling friends always so predictable. “Right. Be there in 20,” she kisses the microphone end of her phone as a goodbye.

Kiko kisses back, ending the call and dropping the phone to the couch. She stands and walks out of frame, the camera slowly zooming in on the window in the back of the room, framing the shadowy dusk outdoors. 

The music begins, the intro notes playing as a figure wearing a fox-like mask steps out of the shadows.

As the first verse ensues, Kiko’s guests begin to arrive. They’re setting up a bonfire in her backyard, Dabin and Dowon stacking wood in the firepit while the girls chat and stock the drinks in the fridge just inside the kitchen. You can tell by Kiko’s flushed cheeks and Kaleina and Jeanne’s grins that they’re teasing her for her failed plans of a night with Dabin. Eventually they all gather outside around the lit fire, bundled up in blankets, laughing and messing around. Dabin and Kiko share a blanket, cuddled up together, but they seem a bit shy about it. Dowon and Jeanne sit close together as well, occasionally play fighting over the room on their seat.

Kaleina stands and heads back inside, climbing the stairs to use the bathroom. She’s washing her hands in the sink when we see a figure wearing a bunny mask approach behind her in the reflection in the bathroom mirror. The last we see of Kaleina before the scene cuts out is her eyes suddenly widening when she notices the masked person behind her.

Jeanne is the first to notice Kaleina’s absence getting longer than usual and she decides to go see what’s taking her so long. Jeanne follows Kaleina’s footsteps up the stairs as the pre-chorus begins. The bathroom door at the top of the stairs is slightly ajar, and water is beginning to run out from under it, tinged slightly pink. As Jeanne slowly approaches, pushing the door open all the way, we’re met with a horrific scene. Kaleina’s body is slumped in the bathtub, her bloodied head resting against the running faucet, the water overflowing onto the floor. The water in the tub is red, a smattering of blood on the shattered mirror above the sink creates the vision of her face being smashed into it.

The music cuts out entirely, the only thing viewers can hear being Jeanne’s harsh and panicked breaths. A second later, she lets out a blood-curdling scream, transitioning right into the beginning of the chorus.

The same bunny-masked killer slams the door open behind Jeanne and she shoves them backwards, tumbling out into the hallway. Their body blocks the stairs so she runs the opposite way, towards the bedroom at the end of the hall. She’s just about to slam the door to the bedroom shut, nearly escaping the killer when their arm catches the edge of the door just in time to keep it from shutting in place. The pair struggle against the door when another figure steps out behind Jeanne, unnoticed as she fights tooth and nail to get the door shut. 

The figure behind her, wearing a mask mimicking a crying boy with a crown perched on his head lunges forward and wraps their arms around Jeanne’s neck. They go lurching forward back into the hallway as the bunny killer wrenches the door from her grasp. As she struggles against the two figures, a knife flashes in the light before it’s sheathed between her ribs, red blooming on her sweater. She manages to shove the boy king off her back before she’s met with another knife to the abdomen. As she stumbles back, clutching at the blade sticking out of her stomach. The boy king regains their posture and shoves her over the banister to the first floor below. She falls in slow motion, her hair framing her wide eyes and gasping face before she crumples to the floor of Kiko’s entryway, just as the chorus ends.

The remaining trio outside hear the echo of Jeanne’s scream, their heads whipping to face the house where it came from. They exchange wary glances and Dowon shrugs, standing to investigate. He laughs it off, assuring Dabin and Kiko that it’s probably nothing. It’s obvious Kiko isn’t so convinced, but Dabin tightens his arm around her protectively as she anxiously grips the edge of the blanket.

Dowon heads inside, grabbing himself a beer from the fridge before venturing deeper into the house. He calls out Jeanne’s name to no response. As he rounds the corner into the entryway, he sees the pool of her blood smeared against the hardwood, but her body is gone. His brows furrow and his head swings around, calling out her name again. The scene cuts and we see a shotgun being cocked, raised to the eye of a mask that looks like a buck’s head, antlers protruding from the top. The trigger is pulled and we see Dowon again stumbling forward to his hands and knees, the beer bottle dropping from his hand and shattering against the wood. 

He struggles to scramble away from the attacker, one hand pressed to the gunshot wound in his stomach. He slips on the mixture of blood and spilled beer covering the floor, broken glass an added obstacle as the killer slowly approaches behind him, cocking the gun once more. A heavy black boot comes down on Dowon’s back, forcing him flat against the floor. His head turns, eyes pleading with the masked killer. It’s the last we see of Dowon, the camera turning to the antlered figure raising the gun once more and squeezing the trigger.

The sounds of the gunshots have fully alerted Dabin and Kiko now. They jump up at the sound of the first, frozen and exchanging concerned looks, debating on what they should do. At the sound of the second, Kiko is frantically pulling out her phone and fumbling to call the police. Dabin slowly approaches the door leading to the kitchen from outside, but Kiko grabs his arm, silently shaking her head, pleading him not to go inside. He reassures her, his expression steeled in determination as he breaks from her hold. She hesitates for a moment before following close behind him. 

The house is silent, but the pre-chorus builds once more as the pair enter cautiously through the kitchen door. Kiko’s hand is shaking, pressing her phone to her ear, but when she pulls it away to look quizically at the screen, we can see that she strangely no longer has any service. They’re on their own. 

Dabin grabs a knife from the block on the kitchen counter, wielding it in front of him as he slowly moves through the house, shielding Kiko behind him. They pass through the living room, entering the foyer to find Dowon’s body. The camera angle only shows his unmoving legs, but there’s an ever-growing pool of blood surrounding him. We see Dabin’s face pale and Kiko covers her hand with her mouth from over his shoulder, clearly sobbing behind the build of the music.

The shock is short-lived as up the stairs a door suddenly slams closed. Dabin turns to Kiko, telling her to stay put as he investigates. She seems reluctant, shaking her head in refusal at first, but she stays behind as he begins ascending the stairs, blade still outstretched before him. Water is still flooding from the bathroom at the top of the stairs, tinged and flowing down the steps. He looks inside to see the same grizzly scene of Kaleina, paling impossibly more and sparing a glance at a fearful Kiko still posted at the bottom. Yet he moves on, still determined to find who’s responsible. 

He pauses outside the closed door at the end of the hall, hesitant. He reaches out, opening the door to find another masked figure standing just inside, donning a mask depicting a cracked doll face, just as the chorus starts up again. Before he can lash out at them, an ax comes down on his shoulder. We see Kiko scream, poised to come up the stairs to his aid, but he manages to kick the attacker back once they wrench the blade from him. He calls for Kiko to run, swinging the kitchen knife in front of him with his other hand and clutching his wound with the other as he attempts to escape. Kiko hesitates for a moment before taking off back through the house, towards the backyard again. She nearly trips on Dowon’s body before she rounds the corner, running through the living room. 

Kiko emerges into the backyard again, only lit by the kitchen windows and the fire still burning. We see her breath fog in the air as she turns around, unsure where to go next, what to do. The bridge of the song rises, the anticipation building in the shadows. We see Dabin rounding the corner of the foyer, limping, bloody, and knife-less, but alive. He’s halfway through the living room when we see the doll still pursuing, armed with the ax. He makes it to the kitchen doorway, nearly outside when they catch up to him, Kiko pointing behind him in a terrified warning. He turns just in time to catch the handle of the ax as it comes down on him, struggling with the masked attacker. He manages to push them back for a moment, but they kick in one of his legs, dropping him to his knees. Kiko can only watch in horror as the ax comes down once more, his body falling backward onto the grass. We don’t see his head, but the wooden ax handle juts into the air in front of the killer as the song’s sustained high note echoes. 

Kiko turns to run again and finds another masked figure standing in front of the fire, their golden sun mask lit eerily from the back. She’s frozen for a moment, unsure of her next move. She glances backward quickly, finding the doll wrenching the ax back out of Dabin’s corpse, and knows she has to act. She turns to run towards the side of her house, away from the two attackers entirely, but towards that picket fence. It almost seems slow motion as the sun-masked figure pursues after her, gaining quickly, just as she reaches the fence. She slows to try and scale it, but they catch up and drag her back down, throwing her to the ground despite her struggles. A long bronze blade shines in the dim light as it is thrust downwards, into her abdomen. She screams as it’s wrenched back out of her, the attacker lifting her over their shoulder in a fireman’s carry. It’s a slow trek across the darkened yard once more, the lighting reflecting oddly off their gold mask and Kiko’s writhing form. 

The gold glows even brighter as they stand over the fire pit, the previous masked figures beginning to gather there. It’s a strange scene that we just get a glimpse of in the shadows before Kiko’s body is being heaved over their shoulder again, into the firepit. Sparks swirl up into the night air as the camera angle zooms out, framing the house where the horrors will soon be discovered as the final words of the outro fade into darkness.

˖ ° 🪓 ⋆ ｡thank you so much to everyone who allowed me to kill their ocs in this hehe !! find kiko at @pickmedolls, dowon at @bluwavez, jeanne at @stcpidcupid, kaleina at @urmykrushhh, and dabin at @ofmanycol0rs !

[camels-pen]

burning love

@sanusoweek Day 1 - Ice Skating / OT3

Summary:

Roses are red, Violets are nice, These guys are gay, Sanji falls through the ice.

Ao3 Link | sanuso week series | Day 2

Sanji skated a decently sized heart into the iced over lake, a tray of warm drinks in his hand as he called, “Usopp, my darling dearest beloved brightest—”

“We get it, Curly, what the fuck do you want?”

Sanji scowled. “I wasn’t talking to you, Mossy.” He looked around. “I’m looking for our angel of a boyfriend to deliver hot cocoa.”

“He’s busy.” Zoro jabbed a thumb over his shoulder. Sanji looked past him to Chopper in Horn Point, Luffy holding onto his antlers, and Usopp pulling Luffy backwards by his grip on Luffy’s waist. He had a big kissable grin on his face and oh, Sanji must’ve been struck by cupid’s arrow again because the wind blew just right through his curls and—

Zoro gripped his shoulder. “He’s busy.” 

Sanji rolled his eyes. If Luffy and Chopper couldn’t mess him up with all their loud laughter and squirming and Hurry up, Usopp! ‘s, then Sanji’s perfectly polite entrance wouldn’t do a thing.

“Thank you for your services, Mr. guard dog, but they’re no longer needed.”

“Don’t think you have the right to say that when you always look like you’re in fucking heat—”

Sanji slammed one skate into the ice, lifting the other into the air. “Be very careful with your next words.”

Zoro put a hand on his swords. “Or what? You’ll whimper?”

“DON’T YOU FUCKING—” Nami cut herself off with a shriek. “Robin, catch me! And stop them, please!”

Familiar hands grabbed his calf and thigh. He spotted two more gripping Zoro’s arms. “You’ll crack the ice if you fight,” Robin said somewhere behind Sanji. “And the shock of the cold water could make you involuntarily inhale and drown as you start to slowly lose feeling in your limbs.”

Sanji let the tension bleed from his body. “Sorry, Robin dear.” Zoro grunted his own acknowldgement and the hands disappeared.

“No, Diable either Sanji-bro,” Franky added as he skated around, Robin perched on one of his shoulders, a book between her gloved hands. “You’ll melt the ice and it’ll be a hell of a lot worse.”

He waved a hand. “Yeah, yeah, I get it.” He quickly spun around and took off. “Usopp dear! I’ve made you hot cocoa filled to the brim with all my love for you!”

Usopp a noise between a squeak and a shout and he stumbled. His arms pinwheeled, abruptly letting go of Luffy and sending him flying.

“Oh no, Luffy!” Chopper yelled. “Usopp, you said you wouldn’t send him that far!”

“Blame Sanji, not me!” he said, still wobbling back and forth with a beautiful red undertone to his dark skin. “Quick, you and boss Jinbei get after him!”

“Right!” Chopper switched to Walk Point, picked up a confused looking Jinbei by the shore and took off after Luffy.

“Shit—!” Usopp fell with a loud smack and a groan. “Zoro, you were supposed to not let Sanji distract me,” he whined.

“My bad.”

Sanji wasted no time offering a hand and pulling Usopp up. He pressed a kiss to Usopp’s forehead and the bottom of his nose, where it had bent against the ice. “I should’ve listened too, I’m sorry, love.”

Usopp grumbled, then stumbled again. “Ugh, my balance sucks,” he said, accepting the affection—and hot cocoa—with a smile. “How did you pick this up so fast?”

“I can show you.” Sanji pulled him closer by the hand, his arm finding its place at the small of his back. “Let me teach you, give you some private lessons.”

A thick arm suddenly wrapped around Usopp’s shoulders. “Hey, I’m better at skating than you, I’ll teach him.”

“Fuck off, we both know you’d just let him fall flat on his face every time.”

Zoro raised a brow.  “Well yeah, how else is he gonna learn?” 

“Goddamn mossheaded brute,”—he tugged Usopp closer to him—“I’m going to teach Usopp.”

“No, you’re just gonna coddle him.” Zoro pulled Usopp back.

“There’s a difference between coddling and not letting him get hurt, moron,” Sanji growled.

“Not with this there isn’t.”

Sanji slammed his forehead to Zoro’s. “You wanna go, you shitty piece of algae?!”

“Anytime, shit cook,” Zoro said, pushing him back.

“Hey, hey—” Usopp wiggled his way out from between them. “You don’t have to fight!”

“Yes, we do,” they said in unison.

“God, you two.” Sanji couldn’t see what he was doing, but the next thing he knew there was a trail of soft kisses from his cheek to his jaw. He closed his eyes with a hum, a pleasant flush crawling up his neck. He heard another series of kisses and felt Zoro pull away.

Usopp huffed and Sanji blinked his eyes open to look at him. “Honestly, you can both teach me,” he said, arms on his hips and a smile on his face.

Zoro turned away, his ears dusting pink. “Yeah, alright.”

Usopp turned to Sanji. A grin split Sanji’s face.

“Oh, my dearest and most beloved boyfriend, how you bless me so! I, of course, will heed your wishes. Nothing compares to such a thoughtful gift upon my person.” He twirled around a few times. His heart beat rapidly in his chest, his burning love growing hotter and hotter all throughout his body. “In exchange let me regale you with a poem: roses are red, violets are nice—”

There was a crack.

Sanji fell through the ice.

[whats-tasty-in-busan]

After dance practice: Yeonjun smut

Warnings: Implied relations, SMUT, Possessive, Extreme detail because I’m whipped, Fingering, Penetration, I did mess up and make this first person but it’s my first time so I’m sorry. May write more and take suggestions if this does well (Will actually change tense next time but I’m lazy). Idol! Yeonjun x nonidol reader

Word Count: 2.6k

A loud exasperated sigh filled the apartment shortly after the door clicked shut. I rose to my feet, letting them guide me to the origin of the sound. A soft smile formed on my face, watching the man before me lean a hand against the wall, kicking up his shoes. I found my own shoulder resting against the wall, watching the man, unbeknownst to him.

He jumped slightly, finally meeting my gaze, “What are you still doing up?” He pushed off the wall, finally ridding himself of his shoes. He didn’t break eye contact as he slid off his jacket, letting it cascade along the back of the couch. 

“I couldn’t sleep.” I shrugged, turning my body each step he took. I wanted to keep him in my field of vision. His eyes were slightly low, drowsy from the long day he had. His hair was a disheveled mess, slightly messing up towards his black bangs. 

I couldn’t help the small smile that formed on my face as I pushed off the wall, walking towards the man, now sitting on the arm of our shared couch. I let my fingers run through his hair, attempting to fix the mess it had become.

“Seems as if you were dancing too hard.” I chuckled, moving my fingers through his slightly damp hair.

“I always dance too hard. You should know that by now.” Yeonjun chuckled softly, I felt his hands rest just above my hips, squeezing them lightly. Though my clothes separated his touch on my bare skin, I could still vividly feel every bend and crevice his hand made against me. The way his fingertips meshed to my skin while his thumbs rubbed soft circles on my side.

Yeonjun’s eyes were bright as I stared into them. His brown eyes sparkled like fireworks were going off in the background. A goofy smile rested on his lips, only showing a glimpse of his teeth. 

It was silent, but it was anything but awkward. It almost felt normal, getting lost in his eyes. Except this time, a strange aroma of lust filled the room. Yeonjun could just look at me and I’m enraptured. Though it feels like he always starts this, I don’t stop myself from leaning in, letting my lips touch him. 

My hands find perch on his shoulders as I move closer to his seated form. Everytime I kiss this man, it’s like the first time. Yeonjun’s lips are cracked slightly, but smooth nonetheless. Our once soft kiss slowly becomes deeper as he pulls me towards him. We break apart for a moment, giggling as we fall onto the couch, our eyes meeting once again. 

This time, he is the first to move in, capturing my lips in his as he props himself up on his free arm while the other holds my cheek. His hands are soft against my face, making me fall deeper for this man. 

A soft moan escaped my mouth, feeling his teeth bite and pull on my lower lip. I let him in, his tongue exploring my mouth. His mouth tasted like strawberry and I couldn’t restrain myself from letting my tongue meet his. 

Yeonjun and I both tended to be competitive, regardless of the activity. Even now, our tongues maneuvered from one mouth to the other, picking up to a quicker pace. The room started to feel hot and clothes restricting. I felt him sit up, pushing me back onto the couch as he took his place on top of me. 

Yet, we never broke apart. It was like we were addicted to each other, craving each other, needing each other. Everything was hazy as I was lost in his kiss. I only managed to snap out of it when I felt his cold fingertips gliding underneath my shirt.

Yeonjun’s hands moved agonizingly slow. I wanted to grip his hand and move it up to my breasts, but I’m not the type to give in so easily, even if I wanted to. While he took his time, I took mine, letting my hands move down his shoulders to his chest. I cursed at the fact he wore such a loose shirt, restricting me from the beauty underneath. If I could I would rip it right off.

Another moan escaped my lips when he finally touched me. His hands gently squeezed my breasts, making sure to pay most of his attention to the sharp peaks of my nipples. The way his fingers gently twisted and twirled around the sensitive part of them made me clench around nothing. I found myself gliding my own hands up his shirt, letting my hands start from his chest and move down the slight curve of his stomach. 

As much as I ached to do this, I stopped kissing him for a moment, my breath already gone from the intense moments we shared, 

Yeonjun, on the other hand, didn’t waste a moment. I whined as he removed one of his hands from my breast and moved my hair out of the way. 

“Someone sounds needy.” A smirk formed on his lips. I watched as his tongue swept over his lips as he caught sight of my neck. A tsk escaped his lips and his head shook slightly.

“Looks like I need to rebrand you.” A shiver ran down my spine, feeling Yeonjun touch the fading hickeys he had left some time ago. I couldn’t respond before I was back to a moaning mess, feeling his plump lips against my neck. I found myself gripping his hips and moving them closer, aching to feel something, anything against my dripping core. 

“Junnie.” A whine escaped my lips, feeling his teeth bite down harshly on the skin. I couldn’t contain the moans he caused me to make, moving his hand from my breast and moving it down to my hips. He gently pulled them, making me grind against him. My hands found solace in his dark hair. It had grown longer, forming a mullet that I couldn’t get enough of.

“Fuck I love sweatpants.” I couldn’t stop myself. The loose article of clothing and Yeonjun’s lack of underwear made the most mouthwatering sight. His erection was on full display behind those grey sweatpants, making my brain fill with all the things he could do.

A low chuckle escaped from Yeonjun, pulling back slightly, “Seems I’m not the only one excited.” With swift movements, Yeonjun ripped my shirt over my head, putting his lips back on my skin. He moved down slowly from my neck to my chest, replacing the motions his hands once made with his tongue.

I found myself gripping his hair tightly, feeling as his hand slid down my shorts. I felt my cheeks turn red at how much I wished he was inside me. 

“Junnie.” A loud whine escaped my lips, feeling one of his fingers slide up my entrance, teasing me more than he could know. I couldn’t stop my hips from moving, wanting to feel more of his hand.

“You almost sound ungrateful.” A smirk was plastered on his face as he removed his lips from my breasts. The sight before me was sickeningly perfect. His hair was even more messy from me gripping onto it. His eyes were dark, but still held that spark behind them. His lips were wet and shined underneath the light. The only way this picture could be more perfect would be for him to strip out of everything he had on. Yet, the way his erection poked through his sweats made me even more turned on. 

My eyes moved back to his, feeling the hand that was just down my pants move to my neck, his index finger and thumb sitting right below the corners of my jaw. I could feel my own wetness against his hands as my heartbeat quickened. The smirk he had on his face had turned more devious than before. 

“You aren’t ungrateful right?” Yeonjun raised an eyebrow. God did I love when he got like this. Something about that look in his eye had given me shivers and made me ache even more. 

“I’m so grateful.” A moan escaped from my mouth, watching as he removed his hand for just a moment, using it to take off his shirt before quickly replacing it. 

“That means you’ll be a good girl, right? My good girl.” Yeonjun leaned in closer, searching my eyes for any hint of hesitation or uncomfort. We had always discussed safewords before, but none were needed.

“Y-yes. Please. I’ll be your good girl.” I whimpered, aching to feel even just his hand. His lips crashed against mine. His tongue didn’t hesitate to go inside mine. I moaned against his lips, feeling him change from his right hand on my neck to his left. The way his fingertips moved down my body and back into my pants made me arch my back.

I felt two of his fingers slowly begin to enter inside of me. The pace was agonizingly slow. His thumb rubbed circles against my clit, sending me into a state of ecstasy as he started moving his fingers at a faster past. I pulled away from his addicting lips once more, a fucked out look already in my eyes as I stared at his smirking face. He enjoyed watching me come undone below him. 

I moved my hands down his chest once more, before bringing it back up to my own lips. I didn’t break eye contact with him as I spit in my own hand. I used my other hand to move the waistband of his sweatpants, allowing my other access to the one thing I was craving most.

His own moan escaped his lips as I let my hands move slowly from base to tip, making sure to treat him just as he treated me. He fought to keep his hips still, stuttering slightly as he sped up his own hand movements.

“I want you so bad.” I moaned, making sure his dick was nice and sleek before I began stroking him. 

“I always want you, baby.” Yeonjun moaned softly, bucking his own hips as he grew impatient with the slow speed. 

“What are you waiting for, Choi? Take me then.” A rush of confidence flooded me, a smirk forming on my face as I halted my movements. I felt him twitch in my hands, his beautiful lips parted slightly at my words. 

Within a moment it was like a switch went off in Yeonjun’s head, his eyes becoming hooded and a similar smirk formed on his lips, “Are you sure you can handle me? Last time, you were a bit… messy.” 

“And here I thought you liked it.” I raised an eyebrow challenging him.

“I wanted to make sure you knew what you’re getting into.” Yeonjun pecked my lips before sitting up on his knees. A rush of cold air hit me as he ripped my shorts away in a quick move. He threw them somewhere behind him, most likely to be found the next morning. 

Within a flash, he was back on top of me, lips pressed harshly against mine as his tongue invaded my mouth. I let my hands get caught in his messy black hair, tugging at the longer strands by the back of his neck.

A moan escaped my lips, feeling his fingers thrusting roughly into me as his thumb rubbed my clit. I gripped his hair tighter, more moans pouring out of my mouth and into his as I was lost in his movements. His lips detached from mine, reattaching to my neck once again. 

“Mhm Junnie I’m close.” My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath, but only more breathless moans escaped my lips. His hair tickled the side of my face as he slowly pulled his head back. His lips looked so soft as they curled into a side smirk, watching me as I came undone, eyes squeezing shut.

“Keep your eyes on me, baby.” Yeonjun pecked my lips again, his eyes glistening as I looked at him, not daring to blink my eyes as I finished on his hand. I bucked my hips, feeling him slow his thrusting fingers down, pulling them out. He didn’t move his eyes from mine as he put his index and middle finger into his mouth.

The act was so lewd, but riled something inside me. I found myself arching my back, yearning for him more. 

Yeonjun released his fingers from his mouth, pulling me up to a sitting position and putting his lips on mine once more. I felt him shift as I held my arms around his neck, slowly laying down again with him on top of me. 

A loud moan escaped my lips, feeling him enter inside of me. A sweet yes sickening sloshing sound filled the room as he thrusted in and out, rolling his hips against me. I could only stare as the gorgeous man before me placed his lower lip between his teeth. 

I watched as Yeonjun squeezed his eyes shut, getting into the rhythm he and I both enjoyed.

“Jjunie.” His name escaped my lips in an exasperated moan. If I could replay one moment forever, it would be this. The way he slowly opened his eyes from their scrunched form. The siren eyes he bore into mine made me fall deeper into his trap. 

The pure look of ecstasy on his face was enough to send me over the edge, but I held it in. I gripped onto his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin. A deep moan emitted from him, a reaction to the mixture of pain and pleasure he was feeling. 

“You’re so beautiful. Looking all fucked out after just a few minutes.” Yeonjun moaned out, enjoying the sight before him. He increased his pace, desperately chasing the high he was close to, “So beautiful. All mine.” 

“All yours.” I reassured, wanting to close my own eyes from the knot forming in my stomach. Even though Yeonjun didn’t say a word, his eyes told me not to look away.

I opened my mouth, but it took a minute for the words to come out, “Baby I-”

“I know, baby, me too.” Yeonjun chewed on his lip once again as moans threatened to spill out. I felt my back arch into him and my eyes shutting involuntarily as I came undone around him. My chest heaved as he still thrusted inside of me.

Not long after, Yeonjun pulled out and came on my stomach. He rested on one of his arms that was placed next to my head. Heavy pants filled the room as no words needed to be said. A soft smile formed on Yeonjun’s face as he laid down on top of me. I felt his arms snake around me and roll us over so we were both on our sides and facing each other. 

I couldn’t look away from his eyes, the eyes that always captured my attention. They looked so bright, I couldn’t help but send a goofy smile back his way. 

A soft chuckle escaped Yeonjun as he pulled me close. I found myself buried in his chest, becoming engulfed by his scent.

Yeonjun was like a drug. Every second I spent with him only made me want more. Every minute he was gone, I could only think about when he would be back. The man before me had me wrapped around his finger and he may not even know it. But something just tells me that he does know. But perhaps he is wrapped around mine the same way.

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Anonymous

Noah Sebastian x OFC

I’m getting more readers, which makes me so excited! We’ve got to dig in on this one. We’ve got a ways to go. Thanks for reading!

Warnings: Alcohol abuse, overall abuse, mild violence (ie. bar fights), smut, swearing, and altogether just a lot of fuckery.

+It goes without saying, this is a work of fiction. All of my words are my own. Plagiarism is a crime.

Taglist: @flowery-mess

Part 6 - Kingdom of Cards

When my eyes finally cracked open, Angel’s cold nose was touching mine, his eyes brightened by the sunlight peering in across the living room. It took me a moment to adjust to my surroundings, but the night before came flooding back all at once.

I shifted my legs, reminding myself that I was indeed naked from the waist down. I felt an uncomfortable moisture between my legs, which made me groan out loud.

“Well look who decided to join us, Angel.” His voice floated across the living room from the kitchen. I caught a glimpse of dark hair out of the corner of my eye, walking toward me with two mugs in his hand.

He was still shirtless, but had his pants on. That felt wildly unfair.

“I hope it’s alright, I made us some coffee.”

I pulled the blanket up to my neck, my eyes still squinting while adjusting to the sunlight. He set the mug down on the coffee table in front of me while I nodded in response.

He sat down on the couch near my feet, only perched on the edge. “I also hope it’s alright that I stayed over last night. I fell asleep before the movie ended, and didn’t realize until this morning.”

I couldn’t process that right now. “What time is it?”

“7:30, do you work today?”

“Ugh! Why are we awake at 7:30AM?” I pouted at him.

He laughed. “Sorry, I’m an early riser, and Angel had to use the restroom. He pawed at my arm until I woke up.”

I glared at my hound, irritated that he made me start this day before life was meant to be awake.

I rolled my body toward the back of the couch, yawning and fixating myself until I was comfortable.

“I don’t work today, therefore I am going back to sleep.” I mumbled.

I felt Noah stand off the couch.

“Okay, I guess I’ll head home once I’m done with my coffee, then.”

My eyes popped open, something about that idea not sitting well with me.

“Wait.” He looked down at me, already moving toward the kitchen. “When do you leave for tour?”

“Monday.” He said between sips of coffee.

I sat up, pulling the blanket over my lap, and stretched my arms over my head before speaking again.

“So you’re probably super busy with getting ready and stuff, huh?” I said mid-yawn.

He smirked. “Kinda sorta? Tomorrow my schedule is full of last minute packing, getting the house ready to be gone, arranging schedules, and all that bullshit. Sunday is panic day.”

My eyebrow quirked. “Panic day?”

He walked back over to the couch and sat next to me. “Mhm,” another sip of coffee. “See, the day before we leave, I always set aside to panic about stupid shit. What am I forgetting? Who do I need to call and check in on? Do we have enough food for the bus? That kind of dumb shit. Helps me not to panic after we leave.”

I nod. “That’s really smart.”

“I know.” He tipped his cup toward mine, and I picked it up, sipping the warm brewed coffee, letting it wake me a little more.

“Today, though, all I have to do is meet with my tour manager at 2, so we can make sure all the deposits were paid and the gear is loaded.”

I glanced down at my cup.

“Well, I don’t have plans today - like most days. You don’t have to leave right this second.” I glanced up at him. “Unless you want to.”

His grin was genuine. “I don’t.” He set his coffee down. “I already let Nick know I was okay and didn’t fall off the wagon. Let him know I was here.”

This piqued my curiosity. “You didn’t lie and tell him you were somewhere else?”

He shook his head. “I don’t like lying to Nick. He gets pissy for way too long once he finds out.”

I like Nick. He’s good for Noah.

His voice pulled me from my thoughts. “So…” I peered back at him. “We going to talk about last night?”

This made me squirm uncomfortably. The memory infiltrated my brain, making the moisture between my legs more pronounced.

“Uh…” I set my coffee down and shifted so my legs were crossed and covered.

He softened his eyes, looking at my face. “We don’t have to.”

I groaned, reaching over to the pillow on the edge of the couch and pressing it into my face. My voice came out muffled.

“Yeah we do.”

I heard him laughing now. Glad he found it amusing.

“I mean, if it was that bad, you can tell me. I’ve got thick skin.”

This made me snap back up, disbelief painting my features. “What?!”

His expression was smug, but not enough to annoy me. “I mean, be honest with me.”

I chucked the pillow at him then, him deflecting with his arm while he roared with laughter.

“You jackass, it was great!”

This made the smug grin on his face widen to the point I thought maybe he would break his jaw.

“Don’t get too excited. We shouldn’t have done it.”

This made his face fall, and I cursed myself internally for making him look like that. Before I could speak again, his brow furrowed.

“Why?”

This took me back. What kind of question was that?

“Because I’m your sponsor, Noah. It’s so heavily frowned upon.”

He contemplated this. I kept my tone even, strict but not stern.

“So, you won’t be my sponsor anymore.” It wasn’t a question.

I sighed. “You need a sponsor. You still need support.”

He sat back, closer to me now. “Okay, so I ask Nick. He already offered. I just needed an excuse to call you every day.”

This made me still. Is he openly admitting that he has wanted this? I get what he said last night, but I figured that was just in the heat of the moment.

“Seriously?”

He reached over, then, pulling my arm over so he could grab my hand, sliding his palm over mine.

“I know it isn’t right. I was with Lily, so I told myself it was just me needing my sponsor.” He looked away from me, staring at our hands that were neatly placed on top of each other. “But after a while, it was pretty obvious that it was more than that. And then the problems with her started…”

He trailed off. We needed to talk about this.

“What happened, Noah?”

He chewed on his bottom lip. “You remember when she backed out of the tour?” I nodded. “Well, that was when I felt like we really started to disconnect. Lily and I were together for almost a year, and I really did love her. We had been friends for so long before, it just seemed natural.”

My stomach dropped a little, but I let him go on.

“But a big part of our relationship was the drinking. I wouldn’t say she’s an alcoholic, but I was. And it was clear, it was just never talked about. When I finally figured it out, she told me I was fine. I was just getting it out of my system before I ‘grew up’. It felt weird, like she didn’t care about my wellbeing.”

“So anyway, last night I called her and asked her to reconsider coming on tour. My feelings for you were getting stronger, and I was afraid if her and I didn’t re-establish our connection, we’d lose it altogether.”

Noah was so good. No one deserved him.

“She shut me down. Told me I needed to focus on the shows, the tour, and maybe not so much on my ‘recovery’, her quotes, not mine. She doesn’t believe I have a problem, but that I’m looking for an excuse to get attention.”

This made a hot feeling rise in my throat. I was enraged. But I bit my tongue, wanting to leave the space open.

“So I snapped. I told her she either needed to accept who I was, or leave. She didn’t even hesitate. She told me to ‘call her when I’m over this phase’.”

I squeezed his hand, signaling that I had him. He was safe.

“Noah, I’m so fucking sorry. I can’t even believe that.”

He shook his head. “It’s for the best.” He looked up then, smiling tiredly at me. “Besides, when you told me to come over, I figured that was the universe’s way of telling me the path I’m supposed to be on.”

I couldn’t help but smile at that. It was hard to deny that being around Noah felt like it just fit. Like something that was missing, had suddenly appeared. I never let myself think about that, though.

“Well…” I thought out my next words carefully. “we can…try. I don’t know how well we’ll do, but you have to promise you’ll find another sponsor.”

His teeth flashed at me, elation rising.

“But, I don’t want anything official. You’re about to leave for two months. Let’s just see what happens, okay?”

His expression mimicked what I would expect from a child on Christmas morning.

“Yes ma’am.” I felt a tingle in my stomach at that.

He reached over to me, ever so gently brushing his lips to my cheek, leaving a small kiss that had me blushing.

“You’re still insufferable.” I shook my head and stood up, pulling my shirt down over my bare ass. I caught his eyes watching me, now looking a little hungry. “I need a shower. Then, if you want, you can join Angel and I for a walk.”

He licked his lips. “Would it be wildly inappropriate for me to ask to join you for the shower?”

I hid the shiver that crept up my spine, smiling wickedly as I walked toward the hallway. “Yes, it would be.”

I watched his disappointment turn his lips down.

“Luckily for you, I like inappropriate.” I quipped before turning down the hallway.

The water sprayed down my back while my I stood under it, his lips going to work on my neck. I moaned loudly while his fingers slid in and out of my pussy, making my legs shake.

“Jesus fucking Christ, I’m going to fall over.”

His arm snaked behind my waist, his teeth now tugging at my earlobe. “Nah baby girl, I got you.”

His voice was so low, so raspy. I could barely keep myself from finishing right here. I rolled my head against his chest, mine heaving with my erratic breaths.

I glanced down, watching his erection stand at attention, begging to be touched. I reached my hand down, wrapping my fingers around his shaft, tugging gently, listening to his breathing hitch.

“Mm, do you have any idea how difficult it is not to just fuck you right here?” His eyes were pressed closed, focusing on keeping his hand steady while I worked him over.

“I haven’t figured out why you’re not.” My voice was barely above a whisper.

This made him look over at me, eyes black as night, his mouth closed in a tight line. He reached behind me, shutting the water off quickly and pulling me in, capturing my lips with his.

Exactly the same as the night he first kissed me, he grabbed my ass and lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his back instinctively. Our kiss broke for only a second while he stepped out of the shower, walking cautiously slow out to the bedroom so we didn’t slip. I used this time to latch onto his ear, sucking and kissing red marks into the tattoos on the side of his neck.

He sat down on the bed, leaving me room to straddle and grind against him. We moaned in unison, the friction too sweet.

He suddenly went still, causing me to freeze.

“I don’t have a rubber.”

I pulled back to look at his face, searching my brain for where I left the box I bought forever ago.

“I have some in my closet, but they’re pretty old.”

“How old?”

“A year? Maybe more?”

He pursed his lips. “Get them?”

I jumped off of him, and he leaned back on his hands, watching me intently while I turned and jogged to my walk-in closet.

I had to dig around on the shelf a bit before returning with the foil pouch.

He ripped it open with his teeth and inspected it, running the pad of his thumb over it.

“I think it’s alright?” He raised an eyebrow at me for approval.

I grabbed it from him, checking for myself before being satisfied and reaching down to apply it to him. He watched me, likely insuring I put it on correctly. Once I had let go of him, he grabbed me, causing me to squeal while he flipped me on the bed. His arms grabbed me by the hips, pulling me to the edge of the bed, his feet firmly planted on the carpet.

My mouth hung open, patiently waiting for him to line himself up to my entrance. I sighed with satisfied relief when he pressed himself in slowly, giving me a second to adjust to the feeling. It had been such a long time since I’d felt anything like this, it had me swimming in oceans I’d never known existed.

“Fuck, Leena. So fucking tight.” I snuck a glance at him, his eyes closed, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

I adjusted my hips, giving him more room to lean down on top of me. He backed out slowly, leaving an empty feeling before slamming back into me with full force, pulling a scream out of my throat.

His rhythm was relentless, pressing deep into me with each hard thrust. I lifted my legs to hook around him. His mouth attacked mine again, pressing his tongue into my mouth hungrily.

He pulled away, and looked down at me, his teeth gritted together.

“Touch yourself.” There was no asking, with Noah.

I let my hand wander down between us, him lifting up slightly to give me room. I let my fingers roll over my clit, breathing hard at the sensation.

“That’s it. Come on my cock, baby.” I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his face, sweat forming near his hairline. He was so delicious. So unbelievable.

I felt myself get so close, I had to grab onto his shoulder to ground myself.

“Fuck Noah, I’m going to come. I’m going to come so fucking hard.”

If it were somehow possible, he sped up, slamming his hips into me, partially lifting me to get a fresh angle.

His eyes began to roll back and his mouth fell open.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m coming, holy fuck.” His words only brought me over the edge, stars exploding behind my lids.

He slowed his thrusts, riding me through my orgasm before stopping entirely.

-

I watched Noah’s SUV back out of the driveway, a small pull in my chest tightening. It wasn’t fun, feeling like the bubble of safety we had been in for the last 13 hours had burst, but it had to happen eventually.

I had no idea what this meant, or where we would go from here, but I did know that I didn’t want to spoil it by talking about it with anyone, or getting too excited.

Noah was interested, that much was abundantly clear. I was still concerned that his attachment to me was driven by his addiction, though. What would it mean if I wasn’t his sponsor anymore, and I wasn’t his person to run to when the cravings hit? What if he only grew these feelings because I was a safe space for him? And now I’m not that?

What made me so fucking special?

I asked myself all of these questions as I pattered around my home, running laundry, washing the few dishes, sweeping the floors.

I had to put my sheets in the wash after this morning, which made me stop and smile at the thought.

After about three hours of being alone, and realizing I had been spacing out, my phone chimed.

Noah: Is it weird that I feel really out of place at home, now?

This made me smile, but also raise an eyebrow. He had only been gone a few hours.

Me: Maybe a little.

I followed it up with another quick message.

Me: Is it weird it feels empty here now?

His response came only seconds later.

Noah: Can you come over?

Noah: I could use a snack. ;)

I felt the warmth grow in my belly, shaking my head and chuckling.

Me: Baby, you need to get ready for tour.

Adding the pet name had me slightly horrified. It was an experiment. See his reaction. His text took exactly five minutes to come in, which knotted me up waiting.

Noah: You could help me.

I sighed. My phone vibrated again.

Noah: Baby.

“Oh, I am so fucked.”

-

The drive to his house took me sixteen painfully long minutes. When I hit the button for the gate, and it swung open after a few moments, I parked and saw a grinning Noah waiting for me at the top of the drive. I hopped out of the vehicle, Angel trailing behind.

“Did you walk here?” He padded over to me, wrapping his unnaturally long arms around me. His head dipped down to place a soft kiss on my lips, lingering for a few seconds. I inhaled, smelling the scent of fresh shampoo and some unknown cologne. He smelled so unique. So very Noah.

“Get a room, ya freaks!” I pulled back instinctively, my head whipping over to the voice.

Folio stood by the large red pickup truck parked just outside of the garage. I bowed my head sheepishly and Noah smiled, lifting a finger at him before grabbing my hand and leading me inside.

“Sorry, he’s just mad that he hasn’t gotten laid in a while!” He said unnecessarily loud, tossing a glance toward his band mate who only stuck his tongue out in response.

“You’ll have to excuse the mess, it gets pretty crazy right before we leave.” The living room was littered with bags of varying types; suitcases, backpacks, trunks with wheels on them. The couch was covered in laid out merch, shirts being draped over the back. I stopped to look at them for a moment.

“Want one?” He stepped over, picking up a black shirt with the image of a girl licking a samurai blade. The back listed their tour dates. “These are the new ones, we get samples sent over to give out, or wear, or whatever.” He sifted through the stack, picking out a medium, and handing it to me.

I held it up against myself, noticing it may just barely lift over my D cup breasts.

“Uh…could I get an XL? If you have one?” He snatched the shirt back and handed me another. I flung it over my shoulder as he went back to looking through them.

“What size does Laura wear?” I quickly told him the medium would be fine, so he handed it to me. “Those aren’t even released yet, so you guys are extra special.”

I smiled and feigned amazement. “No way!”

He shook his head and waved me over. “C’mon.”

Angel and I followed him upstairs, my dog obediently staying at my side. Noah opened the door just at the top of the staircase to a darkened bedroom, only lighting coming from his computer desk in the corner. His bed was, I guessed, a queen size. A large flat screen covered the wall adjacent. Aside from that, his room was relatively bare. He flipped on a light.

Pointing his finger and snapping, Noah barked out, “Angel, bed.”

My dog jumped on the mattress happily, stepping in a circle before curling up and plopping down.

I raised my eyebrows. “Did you just command my dog?”

Noah sat next to Angel, scratching the top of his head. “He likes me.”

I slipped my bag off my shoulder and walked over to his computer chair, setting it and the shirts down, and stepping back over to Noah, invading the space between his legs.

“So.” I stated, dropping my hands on his shoulders. His fingers gripped my hips, eye level with my breasts and taking in a full view.

“So…” His eyes roamed over my body, hands sliding up and down my legs.

“You wanted me here.” I smirked. “Here I am.”

“Right, right. What ever could we do?” His voice was deeper, his intentions clear.

I reached down to connect us, our mouths now molding together. I lifted one knee up on the bed beside him, pressing myself into his torso.

“Yo, Noah!” A male voice called from downstairs. He didn’t react, and when I tried to pull back, he held me firmly in place, bringing his kisses down to my neck and collarbone.

I swore I heard a thumping on the steps, but I couldn’t identify any sounds right now, not with his tongue tracing circles on my neck and his lips pulling at my skin.

“Dude, you need to - oh fuck! Excuse me!” I jerked back, Noah having the same reaction. We both snapped our heads to the doorway, seeing a very embarrassed Nick diverting his eyes. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

I snickered and looked away.

Nick waved nervously, without looking at me. “Hey Leena.”

I smiled at him. “Hi Nick.”

“Dude, kind of in the middle of something here.” Noah’s voice was annoyed, his hands still firmly gripping my sides.

“Sorry, but we need help loading Jolly’s amp into the trailer. Fucker’s so heavy.”

He shrugged, dropping his head between us.

“If I tell Angel to sick’em, will he?”

I giggled. “It doesn’t exactly work like that, babe.”

Nick cleared his throat. “Sorry, but this should’ve been done yesterday. We’re running behind.”

I moved my leg off the bed and stepped back, giving Noah room to stand up.

I heard him grumble as he walked past me. “Fucking dickhead.”

I called Angel and we followed Noah out of the bedroom.

-

Monday came way too quickly, and I hadn’t seen Noah since Friday night when I left his house. After ‘supervising’ the guys load up their equipment, and helping Noah work on some packing, Angel and I had headed home without any additional extra-curricular activities, unfortunately.

Saturday was a blur. I had met up with Laura to give her the new shirt, sending Noah a picture of us both wearing our new merch. He said he was glad Laura loved it, and made some rather unspeakable remarks about how I had better be wearing only that the next time he saw me. Laura and I went to dinner Saturday night where I gave her the diluted version of what happened; Noah and I were no longer in a sponsor/sponsee relationship, but were also not in a real relationship. She said I was avoiding it, I told her to leave me alone.

Sunday was spent on the phone with Noah most of the day while he did exactly as he had warned me; panicked.

“I can’t find my Docs. I need them. I wear them on stage!” They were in the closet.

“What if the bus breaks down like it did last time? Does AAA do roadside assistance for tour buses?” They do, I called and checked.

“I didn’t pack enough jackets. Colorado is always so cold.” It’s May.

“Folio stole my god damn ski mask!” He didn’t. Noah’s was in the washing machine.

Once he stopped having ‘real’ things to panic over, he began the really sad stuff.

“I’m going to miss you.”

“How am I going to handle being away from you for two months?”

“Can’t you just come with me? Angel can come too!”

After much reassurance, and declining to quit my job and up and leave my entire life to join him on tour, I had finally talked him into bed and waited on the phone while he fell asleep.

Currently, I was sitting at my desk, counting down the seconds until I got to go home. Work had been exhausting, and I was so ready to take my bra off and lay in my pajamas.

I clicked open my phone, not having missed any texts and feeling depressed about it. I hadn’t heard from Noah since 7AM when he sent me a video. I pressed on the video to play it for the hundredth time today.

“Hey babe!” He stood outside his house, coffee in his hand, the large bus sitting behind him. “We’re heading out here in a second! We’re headed to Greenwood, but won’t get there until about 9 or 10 tonight. I may not get service, but I’ll call you when I can! Have a great day at work.” The video ended with a large grin on his face that made me smile to myself.

“What’s got you so giddy?” I looked up to see Sam, my not-so-favorite manager standing on the other side of my desk. I popped my AirPod out, looking up at him.

“What?” I asked him to repeat, not that I hadn’t heard him, if only just to annoy him.

“What has you smiling all day?”

I checked the time on my computer and saw that it was 5PM, so I stood from my desk and grabbed my purse.

“Nothing exciting. Funny TikTok.”

Sam nodded, his eyes roaming over my blouse, down my tight-fitting slacks. I internally gagged and began moving around my desk.

“Hey, Leena,” I turned to look as I passed by him. “You want to grab dinner or something?”

The shock and disgust must have not shown on my face, because he just stared with a toothy grin, confidence rolling off of him.

“I, uh…” My voice stammered, wildly aware how much taller and larger he was than I. “I can’t.”

“Why not?” He seemed bewildered, as if he couldn’t believe someone would turn him down.

“I’m involved with someone.”

He snorted at this. “Since when, Celibate Susie?”

I narrowed my eyes at him. This fucking asshole.

“That’s none of your business, Sam. And I don’t think HR would care for that nickname.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to lock my office.”

He swaggered past me toward the door, turning back around swiftly, causing me to stop short.

“Well, if you change your mind, you’ve got my number.” He was so close that I could still smell the pastrami on his breath from lunch and I almost gagged.

I just glared at him for a beat before he walked away. I locked my office door hurriedly and nearly sprinted for the building doors. Right as I reached my car, I felt my phone vibrating in my bag.

I cursed, struggling to fish it out before Noah’s face flashed across my screen. I swiped the call open and he began speaking before I could greet him.

“Hey babe! We’re stopped for gas and I’m just outside stretching. Sorry I haven’t called. Service has been weird all through Utah. We’re in some backwoods ass town called Green River, I think? It’s kind of creepy, really. Some real Hills Have Eyes stuff.”

“Anyway, how was your day?”

I sighed, now sitting in the driver’s seat of my car, listening to the melody of his voice ramble.

“Ugh, I miss you so much already.”

[ozarkthedog]

Could I also request something for Mr. Ben using #89 from the prompt list? 😊💗💗

summary: the repercussions of sending your boyfriend nudes while he's at work.

“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING?!”

warnings: 18+ only. Mr. Ben x fem!Reader. spanking. fingering. dirty talk.

word count: 628

author's note: thank you so much for celebrating and putting this obscene thought in my brain. hope you rot in horny jail with me. 💙 FIRST TIME WRITING MR. BEN!

✨10K Birthday Celebration✨

“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING?!”

You almost spit your wine all over the dining room table as your boyfriend, Ben, stands before you aghast. 

It was harmless fun, really it was. You had some time to kill after lunch and thought he’d enjoy the naughty surprise. It was rather stupid in the long run to send him topless photos while he was at work but you’d barely seen him all week and your hormones got the best of you.

“Thank god I didn’t have my phone connected to the monitor!” His hands perched on his hips as pins you with a hard stare. “What do you have to say for yourself?” 

You squirm in your seat. His tone is harsh, leaving no room for error. You fucked up big time.

You shake your head and begin to apologize but clicks his tongue and stalks towards you.

“Too late.” He hisses. 

With ease, he tugs you from the chair only to take your place as he tosses you over his lap. “Maybe this’ll teach you a lesson.”  

In a flash, he yanks your panties and leggings half way down your thighs and locks your legs together. You teeter on his lap, his solid muscly thighs press crudely into your curves as you sweetly beg forgiveness. 

“Hush, Baby.” Ben’s chest rumbles as he smooths his hand over your ass. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you bent over like this. Taking your punishment like a good girl. Made me so fuckin’ hard.” 

A heavy hand lands on your rump with a thwap. You jolt and grab his calf as the pain radiates across your flesh. Your head hangs between your shoulders as you bite back the whimpers that threaten to fall spank after spank.

“You’ll be my good girl, right?” He grabs the base of your hairline and yanks your head back. His nose grazes your cheek as he nuzzles his lips against your jaw. “Answer me.” 

He carelessly rubs the tender, raised skin on your ass forcing a whine to bubble from your lips. 

“Yes, please. I’m sorry.” You sniffle and yelp when he tugs on your locks.

“Thatta girl.” He beams before lowering your head to hang once more. 

His sinful touch moves lower, nestling thick fingers between your thighs, he finds you slick and wanting. “Lookit’ you getting soaked from a punishment.” He tsks. “What am I gonna do with you?”

You mewl as he spears you open with his fingers. He deviously glides his thick digits across every spot that makes you see stars and leaves you breathless. “You’re making a mess. Can you hear it?” A continuous sticky sound hits your ears with each overwhelming thrust of his wrist. 

“You know, this isn’t how a good girl is supposed to behave.” His condescending tone has you lurching in his lap. Suffocating bliss fogs your mind and seeps into your bloodstream. “Good girls don’t  drip down their thighs from getting spanked.”

Your grip on his calf gets tighter as the pleasure mounts and races up your spine. He wickedly curls his fingers, zeroing in on the spongy spot behind your clit as your cunt pulses and constricts. “That’s it. Good girl.”

With a shout, you cum around his fingers and he continuously fucks you through your orgasm despite your whimpers of protest.

You hear him groan as he sucks your cream off his fingers. His hard cock pokes into your belly and ignites a searing burst of arousal deep in your belly. He slips you onto your knees between his thighs and you come face to face with his throbbing cock hidden beneath his slacks.

“Now you show me how sorry you really are.”

[spoilmesweetieforficssake]

Between The Lines

Not exactly filling one of the asks some of you lovely people have left in my inbox - but it the idea was sparked from one! (The one via the link below if I've managed it correctly - and if I haven't I would dearly love if one of you kind folk could educate me!). The other asks in my inbox are currently all WIPs and will be on their way (please just be patient!)

Melissa put a gentle hand on Barbara’s arm, halting her mid-sentence.  “Hold that thought.”

Barb watches as her friend pushes herself out of her chair and crosses over to where you’re sat on the sofa, staring dumbly at your phone.

“What happened?” she asks, perching on the low table in front of you. 

Without saying anything, you turn your phone around, allowing her to see the screen.

“Oh sweetheart,” she gasps, pulling you into a hug. 

You hide your face against her shoulder, feeling tears start to fall.  You abruptly pull back on hearing some of your colleagues voices approaching the break room.  It’s an almost automatic habit now.

“Come on,” says Melissa, getting to her feet and tugging you up with her.  She slips an arm around your waist, pausing only to briefly place a hand on Barb’s shoulder, telling her she’ll catch up with her later.

She leads you in the direction of your classroom, closing the door behind the two of you and gathering you in her arms.  She doesn’t say anything, just holds you as you cry.  You’re not a pretty crier, and it’s hardly a delicate sniffle, but still, she doesn’t say anything.  She just offers you tissues and strokes your hair.

Once the initial shock of the news has washed over you, you find yourself calmer.  You rub your hands over your face, sure you look a mess, but manage a small smile as she presses a kiss to your forehead.

“You feel like you want to call your parents?” she asks.  “I could give you some space?  Go see Ava about us getting some time off?”

Out of all of her words, there’s one you latch on to.  “Us?”

Melissa opens her mouth to speak, only to snap it closed again, apparently debating her next words carefully.  “Well, I, Um, you…I mean…”  She sighs, frustrated at her inability to get her words out.  She gently rubs her hands up and down your arms.  “I don’t like the thought of you alone and hurting.  I just thought…I could come with you?  If you wanted me to?”

You feel tears gathering in your eyes once more, overwhelmed at the gesture.  “You’d really come with me?”

She replies with a soft smile. 

“A funeral isn’t exactly how I wanted you to meet my family but I’d really like it if you were there.”

*

Barb is on her way to get some craft supplies for her students when she sees Melissa coming out of your classroom.  “Is she okay?”

Melissa sighs.  “Not really.  Her Grandma died.  She’d been ill for a while, but she’d rallied so it’s a bit unexpected.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that,” offers Barb.  “I’ll add her into my prayers tonight.” 

“That’s good of you, Barb,” nods Melissa, casting an anxious glance back towards your classroom door.

“Can I ask something?” asks the kindergarten teacher.  She waits for the red head to meet her gaze and nod.  “How long?”

At this, Melissa frowns.

“You and her,” clarifies the older woman.  “She didn’t make a sound in the breakroom.  Had barely moved and yet you knew something had happened.”

The red head’s first instinct is to lie, but this is Barb.  She’s not even sure how she’s hidden it from her this long.  She’s hardly wanted to.  “A few months?” she offers sheepishly. 

“Months?” repeats Barbara, the shock evident in her voice. 

“I was gonna tell you.  I really was!  It’s just been…it’s all so new,” she lets out a huff of breath, dropping her head.  “Look I promise I’ll tell you the whole story but I need to go and see Ava about getting’ some time off.”  She looks up, that sheepish look back on her face.  “I’m going with her to the funeral.”

This time Barb’s shock is clear in the way her eyebrows shoot up her forehead.  

“I know, I know,” says Melissa, raising her hands in a placating gesture.  “And I promise, we can do brunch and I’ll tell you everything, But I need to go grab Ava.”

And with that, Barb is left watching Melissa’s retreating form, her gaze pivoting from your closed classroom door to her friend as she lets what she’s just learned sink in. 

*

Ava offers to find cover that day but you’re stubborn about it.  There’s nothing you can do at home today.  Nothing is going to undo what has happened and you moping around at home isn’t going to make it any better.  You stay till the end of the day, trying not to cry every time one of your students does something sweet, or Melissa pokes her head round the door or brings you a cup of tea. 

By the time the kids are gone there are four half finished cups littering your desk, but the sight of them makes you smile.  Each one of them an excuse for Melissa to spend a moment with you and check in with you.  Pushing them to one side, you take a deep breath, determined to try and get a start on some lesson plans to leave for the substitute who will be covering your classes the next week. 

“Hey.”

You look up to find a familiar sight; Melissa leaning against the doorframe to your classroom.   “Hey,” you offer back, though it’s more of a sigh than a greeting. 

“You ready to head or?”

“I want a get a start of a couple of things for next week,” you say.  “If that’s okay with you?”

She approaches your desk with a smile, moving to press a kiss to the top of your head.  “Course.  Whatever you need to do.  You want me to stay?”

You look up at her, finding that you’re able to offer a smile of your own.  “You know how much of a distraction you are, right?”

“I try my best,” she grins, leaning down to kiss you once more, this time pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.  “I’m gonna go see Barb, then.  Fill her in?”

“You okay with her knowing?”

Another kiss is pressed to your lips.  “You kidding?  You know I love a chance to show off.”  She gently cups your cheek, her face suddenly serious.  “Are you okay with her knowing?”

You nod.  You’ve only been waiting for Melissa’s go ahead to tell your colleagues.  It’s not the same for you as it is for her, here.  She has history here.  She’s had her life torn apart while still working here.  Had her personal life become the stuff of gossip.  You’ve always told her it’s her card to play when it comes to telling your colleagues.  “Means I can finally sit with you at lunch.”

*

Hovering in the doorway of Barbara’s classroom, Melissa feels distinctly like a naughty school kid.  “Hey.”

Barb looks up from the worksheets she’s been marking, trying to save herself from taking them home to do. 

“I just wanted to let you know I’m gonna be away for a few days next week.”

“So you’re really going?”

Melissa nods, moving to perch on the edge of one of the small student desks.  “I am.  Flights are booked.  Substitutes all arranged.”

Barb sits back in her chair.  “That’s big.”

“Yeah,” nods the red head.  “Kinda shitting myself if I’m honest.”

Smiling fondly, the kindergarten leans forward on her elbows.  “That means you care.”

“I know,” agrees Melissa shakily.  “I care too damn much here.  It terrifies me.”

You don’t want to interrupt, but you don’t want to hover and hear more than you’re meant to.  Knocking on the open door, you poke your head into Barbara’s classroom.

Melissa is immediately on her feet and moving towards you.  No longer having to hide what’s between you, she slips an arm around your waist, smiling as you lean into her. 

Barb approaches the pair of you with a gentle smile.  “I hear it’s not the easiest time for you just now.  If there’s anything I can do to help, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Thank you,” you say.  And you really mean it.  You know it can’t have been easy for the older woman to learn that her best friend has been keeping a secret from her for weeks, but it appears that she’s accepted it as graciously as she seems to accept many things.  “That’s really kind of you, Mrs Howard.  Melissa’s taking good care of me.”

“It’s Barbara, dear,” she replies, placing a hand on your arm.  “And you couldn’t find anyone better to take care of you.”

[latenightsimping]

Thinking about eddie + slow gentle handjob...

Anon I'm so sorry this took so long, but trust me it didn't leave my mind

18+ MINORS DNI I'LL THROW ROCKS AT YOU ISTG

“Baby.. You’re -fuck- you’re killin’ me here.” 

You hummed in mock sympathy, thumb stroking over the sensitive head of his cock and earning you a small whimper in response. The movie you both planned to watch long forgotten about, just background noise as your hand worked over his length. Agonisingly slow movements that made his hips tilt upwards, before self restraint kicked in and he resorted to gripping the couch cushion behind you with a white knuckle grip. His face buried in your neck and occasionally wandering to stamp kisses to your bare shoulder, the back of his neck cradled in your free hand. The position wasn’t the best, sat side by side, but both of you were too far gone to move things to his bedroom just down the hall. His need to come building fast, and your need to toy with him even further keeping you in place. 

“That feel good, pretty boy?” you whispered into his ear, the act making him shiver in pleasure as you guided the pad of your thumb over a prominent vein. A small whine and a fervent nod your answer, though not enough for your tastes. “Use your words for me.” 

“S-so good.” By the broken whines with each pump, the way the hand behind you shifted to hold onto your lower back, pulling you in as if your bodies weren’t touching enough, you knew what he needed. “Faster, please…”

“Hmm… You sure you earned it?” you asked, your tone bordering on mocking as you slowed down your movements, earning a pitiful sound that tumbled from his lips. “Going to be a good boy and do what I say?”

You knew what calling him the pet name would be his unravelling, his cock twitching in your grasp as his nodding became more frantic. “Yes, fuck, I’ll be good,” he whispered into the skin of your neck, and you knew him well enough to know he’d make good on his word. Eddie adored you, and adored your body just as much. Getting you off was just as good for him as it was for you, if the amount of times he’d came just by rutting against the mattress whilst eating you out was anything to go by.

You pulled your hand away to reposition yourself, his brows furrowed and full lips parted as a groan of need left his lips from the lack of contact. As if he’d expire without your touch for even a second longer, though it changed once he realised you’d perched yourself on your knees between his thighs. His hips lifted upwards to help you pull his jeans down further, just enough for you to get access to his heavy balls. Spitting into your dominant hand for ease of motion, you grasped his cock again, picking up movement quickly and watching him fall apart underneath you. 

It didn’t take long; a few more pumps and your other hand playing with his sack, and his hands were back to gripping the couch cushions, near to ripping the fabric as his eyes screwed shut. “I’m close,” he managed to pant, mouth hanging open as his head tipped back. “Jesus, please can I come, sweetheart, please.” 

The way he begged for you, so close to the edge but needing your permission to finally tip over it, it had you clenching with want as you captured your lower lip between your teeth. “Come for me, pretty boy. Make a fuckin’ mess.” 

With one last groan that ended in a whine, jaw slack and brows pinched, ropes of cum painted the lower half of his band shirt, his body following your orders of making a mess as each spurt didn’t wane in amount. You slowed down your movements, waiting until the last flex of his stomach, giving one last small tug to make him whine with overstimulation. 

You pulled yourself to stand, coaxing his ruined shirt off him and bending at the waist to clean him up whilst he got his bearings back. You knew he’d come back to his senses when he gave you a lopsided grin, arms outstretched as he sighed in content. 

You folded up the fabric until you were sure it was all contained, making quick work of throwing it into the laundry basket in the utility closet before coming back to be pulled into his arms. Having his lips press earnest kisses to the crown of your head as you rested it on his chest, listening to his pounding heart starting its descent into slowing down. 

“Better?” you smirked, tilting your head up to look at him, pleased to find a blissed out expression smoothing out his features. 

“Babe, I think I saw God for a second there,” he chuckled, fingertips beginning to trace idle markings onto your shoulder. “Gimme a sec and I’ll return the favour, yeah?”

You grinned, pulling him down for an eager kiss, your tongue playfully flicking against his lip and making him groan. If the way he grabbed you, pulling you onto his lap was anything to go by, ‘a second’ was literal. And the fact that you both didn’t seem bothered about moving things to his bedroom, it was only a matter of time before he was on his knees and having you spread on the couch, screaming so loud the neighbours would hear and returning the favour tenfold. 

[immortalbumblebee]

Chapter 13: Well-Oiled Machine

Another update? Within 6 months? It’s a miracle! 

Anywho, please let it be known that this chapter does delve into 18+ and thus MINORS DNI PLEASE I do keep track of these things, thank you!

Masterlist

Red hot, angry tears fall down your cheeks as your furious gaze looks down at the contraption in your hands. It’s a pair of goggles you’re trying to upgrade, but as you try to tighten the cogs with your powers, you’re met with the sound of screeching and then a ‘pop’ as the metal cracks under pressure. For a moment you look down at the now-useless pair of night vision goggles, your eyes trained on the pieces of metal until your nose scrunches up. The tension rolls into your shoulders, slouched as you sit perched atop a rooftop until you let out a furious scream. Your fists tighten and, with every fiber of your magic pouring into your fingertips, the goggles are crushed in your grip.

You keep ripping at the bits of metal that survive your initial attack until there’s nothing left, eventually just chucking them off the rooftop. The dust shards flutter onto the streets below like glittering snow and for a moment, the tears stop and you don’t even realize you’re holding your breath. But then, after a long moment, they start up again tenfold and your breathing starts up all over again, gargled this time. 

“Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid…” You chide yourself, ripping your bandana off your head in frustration. You crumple the red fabric into a ball, stuffing your face into it as you curl your legs into you. “Stupid girl with her stupid feelings and stupid machines.” Your voice is a garbled mess as the lump in your throat tightens, your mouth feels phlegmy and all you can smell is the Underground smog ingrained in the fabric of your bandana. “Just had to fuck things up, didn’t you? Can’t do anything right…stupid, stupid, stupid-”

Your hands raise to deliver a strong hit to your head, but the sound of crushed tarmac under someone’s heel alerts you. Without even thinking twice about it, you swing your hand around, latching your powers onto your knife that’s holstered on your belt, and send it in the direction of the footstep. But you feel a whole new sense of panic as you turn to find Vander standing there behind you, your knife gripped tightly in his hand just a few inches away from his sternum. There’s already a thin line of blood leaking from his enclosed hand. 

“Well, thankfully you weren’t aiming for my face.” He’s joking, but you feel like having another meltdown all over again.

“Fuck, I’m so so so sorry! I didn’t know it was you, all I heard was the footsteps and-” “Hey.” He cuts you off, and you’re frozen in place. Still sitting, so he’s towering over you in contrast, you’re gazing up at him with your tear-stained face just in silence. Then he crouches down to you, bending at his knees so he can look you in the eye. “Those were good reflexes, don’t apologize for protecting yourself.”

You feel a whole new round of tears begin to prickle at the corner of your eyes, but you tried your best to choke them down. “You went looking for me?” You hiccuped. Vander shrugged and sat down cross-legged in front of you. 

“Was pretty clear that something had happened when Silco stormed back in without you.”

You bit your lip. “I thought you were ignoring me…” Hesitantly, you motion to his injured hand, which he hands to you. Holding the meaty limb, you feel the weight as you study the shallow gash that now runs the length of his palm. You wrap it tightly in your bandana. 

A large sigh left Vander’s mouth as he rubbed his free hand against his face. “I was, but I was still kind of watching you guys. Then Silco was clearly pissed off and you were nowhere to be found…” he takes his injured hand in yours, interlocking fingers. His hand is so warm, calloused, and engulfs yours with its size. The warmth spreads through you with a happy buzzing, but upon remembering Silco’s words from earlier the buzzing turns into deep regret and your stomach sinks a little. He doesn’t notice, instead just carrying on speaking. “I’m sorry I’ve been a dick lately.”

“I’m the one who fucked up, I should be the one apologizing.” You sigh, pulling your hand back. This makes Vander’s eyebrows purse together, wrinkling a little as he looks down at his now lonely hand. 

“I mean, I wasn’t exactly pleased about the job. But that’s not on you. The more I think about it, I can admit when I’m wrong. The job makes a lot of sense, and I’m sorry for how I handled…all that. I know you can take care of yourself and that you’ll be fine. I didn’t mean to cause you this much…” he watches you more. “Is…that not why you’re upset?” 

You wanted to be happy about this. Not only was this the first time you and Vander had actually talked in weeks, but he was admitting he believed in you! What you’d been waiting for for weeks was finally happening, but all you could do was sniffle as your sadness continued. “I mean…kinda!” Vander’s eyes squint as he tries oh so hard to read our thoughts. Stubbornly, he takes your hand in his again as if that will help. He holds it softly, but firmly, like a dog possessive over his favorite toy. “What happened with Silco?” There it was, the lone trigger. His words send out the tears in your eyes that had been threatening to spill over. 

“Nothing, I just…” You blink hard, trying to blink away the tears. “I didn't know you told him about that night! And now he’s all upset, and…” 

"He's seriously still mad about that?" He rolls his eyes. "Shows what I get for talking to him about my lady troubles."

"I thought you forgot about it!" You exclaim, but he just looks back, confused. 

“You thought I forgot about that night?”

“Well, you didn’t exactly bring it up! And you were piss drunk!”

Before you’re aware of it, his other hand has come up to your face, pushing a few strands of your hair out of your face. “I’ll never be so drunk as to forget kissing you, Love.” 

The heat in your face rises, biting against the nightly cold. His eyes are looking at you again, and although you feel the pull to fall into their depths, you steel yourself as the anxiety in your chest refuses to disperse. Once again, you pull your hand away, this time standing to your feet and beginning to pace back and forth on the roof, fury in each step.

“No, you don’t just get to…” Another frustrated groan. “You can’t just ignore me and then come find me and expect me to just…melt back into your arms as if nothing happened! Is that what you think of me? That I’m some desperate little plaything that you can just come in here with your stupid eyes and your stupid voice and I’ll just roll over for you?” 

He’s hurt, it’s all over his expression, but you’re too anxious to apologize right now.

“Do you really think that’s what I think of you, after all this time?” 

“What do you even want from me, Vander? You make everything weird with Silco, ignore me for weeks, and then just come strolling back up here while I’m fucking crying my eyes out, and what? I don’t know what you…” You’re only semi-aware of the tears that have started flooding now.

He just shrugs, the bastard. “You know what I want, Minnie.” The words come so simply to him, so easily as if he doesn't understand the weight of them. He probably doesn’t, and the realization of that hits you like a brick wall. Does this idiot not understand what’s at stake here? You realize you’re gawking at him. 

“No, actually, I don’t! We’ve tried this, Van, and look how well that turned out! We weren’t healthy! The fighting, getting our friends involved…we’re planning a revolution and keeping our family safe, there’s no room for anything else.” 

“We could always try it again. Do it right this time. I’ll be less protective, try this whole ‘communicating my feelings’ business.” He sounds so hopeful. “I’m tired of acting like I don’t miss being yours, Minnie. I think about it, all the time. Every day I see you in the apartment, or while we’re out; and all I want is to be able to talk and laugh and touch you like how I did when we were together. I miss you. These past weeks have been hard and I’m so sorry I got so caught up in my anger…I promise I’ll get better at it!”

You can only let out a dry, humorless laugh. “Do it right? You just spent weeks being mad at me for taking a job! A job that I deliberately hid from you because I knew you’d get all angry guard-dog again! We're just as messy as we were last time."

His nose scrunches up. “We’ll get better at it!”

“Silco’s already mad at me for stealing you away again! We’ll tear up the friend group, for good this time maybe.”

He stands up but hesitates to start approaching you just yet. “Let me handle Silco.”

“That’s not…why are you so insistent on this?”

“Min’, I want you to look me in the eyes.” He starts, and you finally stop pacing. “Do you still love me?”

You freeze, gawking at him once again and gaping like a moronic fish. “I…that has nothing to do with it.”

“Doesn’t it?” He asks, stepping closer. “You’re telling me that you didn’t want me to kiss you that night?” 

The heat in your face is back again. “As I said, that has nothing to do with it! It’s more complicated than that.”

“I’m not hearing a ‘no’...” Another step closer. You don’t miss the slight smirk that itches at his lips, and that pisses you off even more. How does this guy so oblivious? You steel yourself, straightening your shoulders and tilting your head up to look him dead-on.

“You and me, we can’t, Vander. We’ve tried, but it didn’t work, we have to move on.”

Another step closer.

“Does that mean you don’t want to?”

His eyes watch as you bite the inside of your cheek, fingers flexing at your side before they ball into fists. “Aye, yeah, that’s what I mean.” You can feel the weakness in your voice, but you try your best to hold up the facade. 

Another step closer.

“Right.” He nods in agreement, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “It’s agreed then, we won’t try again.”

“Good.” You nod as well. Your muscles can feel the metal of his belt around his waist, and your powers ache to move your fingers and pull him closer. “It’s what’s for the best.”

“Definitely.” He’s still nodding, a little longer this time. You both stand silently, staring at each other. He’s only about a foot away now, close enough for you to see the way his eyes dilate as they look down at you, the way the broadness of his chest rises and falls when he breathes, the way his muscles are tensing under his sleeves. There’s a new scar, a small line just under his right cheekbone. You don’t know when it got there, or how. The slight gust of wind that blows by ruffles his hair, tendrils of deep brown floating out of his face to show off his leathered skin. 

Your eyes betray you, darting down to his lips for just a moment. One, singular, traitorous moment, and you know you’ve lost. Those same lips pull into a smirk as he takes the final step toward you. You see him move, it’s slow at first. His hand brushes through the hair at the base of your scalp, his fingers moving through the short strands with purpose. He doesn’t properly hold your hair yet, simply resting it there, an invitation for what’s to come.

The moment your lips make contact with his, you feel his grasp on your hair tighten. Fingers interlocking with the strands, the pressure is enough for you to tilt your head up even further. He takes full advantage of this, lifting his other hand to hold the newly exposed skin of your neck, and you feel the fabric of your bandana press against you. Those same hands that engulfed yours, now pressed ever so gently against the length of your neck, you feel his thumb resting against your pulse and the heat of his flesh sends sparks of excitement and wanting through your skin. Without any hesitation, you grasp the sides of his vest, wrenching him closer.

His body presses into you, fitting just the way you remember. The feeling makes your brain purr, incentivizing you to keep trying to pull him in.  His smell, the feeling of your face in his hands, the way his lips feel against yours. Fuck you had missed all of it, even more than you’d wanted to admit to yourself. There’s a tenderness in his kiss, him holding back despite the pouring amounts of passion and heat. He’s holding you and kissing you as if he’s scared he’ll shatter you like glass. He should know better. When you feel his tongue force its way into your mouth, shocks of electricity run through your spine. It’s like your entire mind and body stall as you’re suddenly fully engulfed with the sensation of just him. For the first time in what feels like forever, you let yourself get fully lost in the sensation of touching him-feeling him next to you, and the way your bodies seem to mesh together so seamlessly. It’s beyond just a kiss now, you both crave more. The desperation is palpable between the two of you, it’s all you can think about. Your knees buckle, but he’s already there to catch you; hands running down to catch the back of your thighs and lifting you. You don’t even think twice before wrapping them around his hips, throwing your arms around his shoulders. 

You both inevitably stop to take a breath, pulling your heads up for air. But you don’t open your eyes, and neither does he. The two of you are scared, letting the moment hang for as long as humanly possible. Gasps of air fill the atmosphere around the two of you, chests pressing into one another as they rise and fall with your heavy breaths. You feel so small to him, his hands fitting perfectly in the curves that make up your torso. He’s felt your body so many times, both in reality and in his dreams, but he doesn’t think he’ll ever get properly used to the feeling. He feels the way your body moves under your baggy clothes, the expanding of your ribs as you breathe, and the slight crookedness of your spine as you arch into him.

He breaks the silence first, “Minnie,” But you just shake your head. 

“Please-” It sounds like you're pleading, and you’re not entirely sure that you’re not. “Please don’t stop.”

This was such a bad idea.

Stupid.

Reckless.

Downright dangerous.

His lips move to your neck, and all sense of right and wrong is suddenly flung out of your mind and into the Underground streets below. Where there was once tenderness, there was now only a flurry of open-mouthed kisses, messy and rushed against the sensitive flesh of your neck. His teeth skim over your pulse point and you shiver in his arms, fingers curl to dig short nails into the meat of his shoulder. He feels the way the warmth of your breath brushes past his ear, the slightest whimper of a curse word being muttered-one he didn’t recognize from your mother tongue.

Your back crashes onto brick and you realize he’s moved the two of you to a nearby wall, the doorway to the inside of the building you were currently on top of. The force shocks you a bit, but only barely as you soon recapture his lips in yours, hungry to repay him for the assault on your neck. His hands are groping every bit of you that he can reach-your stomach, your sides, the curve of your ass, your thighs…his thumb skims under the loose-fitting t-shirt you’re wearing and brushes against the soft skin of your stomach. Vander had never felt real satin before, only seen it in some of the shops Benzo liked to haggle at, but he imagined that it felt exactly like how your skin did against the calluses of his hands. 

Without even thinking twice, your hands rush to grab ahold of the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head. Your skin is met with the cool air, goose pimples sweeping the span of flesh as Vander’s eyes lower to scan you over; eyes full of hunger.

“God damn, Doll…”

“Not like you haven’t seen all this before.” You laugh. Vander’s eyes meet yours once again, and you find yourself recalling just how primal his gaze can get. “Hound of the Underground” may have just been a silly title he used for the ring, but it seemed just so fitting. A shiver runs up your spine, only worsened when Vander opens his mouth and speaks in a tone that is so deep and gravely that, had you had any time to react, you would have thought he’d become possessed. 

“I’m going to absolutely destroy you, got it, Love?” 

After half a moment of collecting yourself (and rebooting your brain), you nod and smile, collecting a fistful of fabric from his shirt to pull the man’s face closer to yours. You feel his hand slide up your back, pulling you away from the brick and closer to his panting chest. As your noses brush against each other, you whisper against his lips in approval as you let your real accent slip through. “Give me your best shot.” 

“Hmmm…there’s a good girl.” With a pinch to the fabric, the hooks of your bra are released and the garment opens around you, swiftly pushed off your arms by your own excited hands. Without missing a beat, the hand that had slid under you to unclasp your bra is moving back to grope the newly exposed mounds of flesh. The way he pinches your nipple is rough, rolling the puckered nerves between his thumb and his index finger, just teetering the line between too much, and you can’t stop the desperate whimper that leaves your lips. Vander delivers one more kiss to the skin just under your ear before whispering to you. 

“Think you can stand for me, just for a bit?”

You nod, and gently release your legs from their perch as he sets you down oh so carefully. Your knees don’t immediately acclimatize, almost buckling, but he doesn’t let you fall as he lowers himself. Dropping to his knees in front of you, he steadies you with a firm grasp on your hips. Once he’s sure you’re not about to topple over, his hands move to the button of your baggy cargo pants, popping them open and pushing the fabric, as well as your underwear, down. You help, kicking off your boots and stepping out of the clothes. As you reveal the rest of your body, Vander is once again ogling you. Hands once gripping your hips are now running up and down your thighs, studying them and your stomach, moving closer to plant kisses across your navel.

“Oh yeah,” He groans into your skin, “I’ve missed this.” 

“You’re sure your knees will be alright like that?” You ask, ignoring the rising heat around your ears. He’s tall enough that even when he’s on his knees, you can still cup the side of his face in your hand without having to stretch your arm. 

“Oh, don’t worry about me, Love. It’s not my legs that I’ll be focusing on.” He smirks, looking up at you and the sight makes your heart leap up into your throat. The warmth in your face worsens as he loops one of your legs over his shoulder, taking on some of your weight. He continues to kiss your flesh, each touch of his lips followed by a flurry of butterfly wings in your stomach. This continues for a solid, agonizingly long, second and you’re just about to open your mouth and complain when suddenly his mouth is on you and oh fuck never mind. His tongue is on you, sliding up to your clit before delving deeper, you find your breath caught in your throat, seizing up. Both a cry and a heavy breath fuse together on the way out and you choke on the sound. 

He knows exactly where to go, exactly where to apply pressure. The map and memory of your body are still very much present in Vander’s mind as his tongue slides between your inner labia. The sounds you’re making, and the fluid meeting his lips, only motivate him further as the scraggly beard on his upper lips brushes against your clit. To his amusement, this makes you arch against him further, your back pushing against the roughness of the brick to grind closer into his mouth, and your hand that had been gently caressing his cheek now flew back to his head, holding on.

“Fuck, Van…” 

He’d ached to hear you moan his name like that again.

His hands grip the meat of your thighs, strong enough that you’re sure he’s leaving bruises. You remembered how much he loved to leave markings on your body, how he’d eye any discoloration on your body with such pride afterward. Not that you ever complained. He licks you fully using the flat of his tongue, and your body is shaking, even though you’re not even close yet. It’s excitement, feeding off the energy between the two of you. The air feels electric, and the pleasure just feels so delightfully right. Up here, on this rooftop, the consequences of these actions don’t dare to cross your mind. Right now it’s just him and you and your beautiful bodies melding together. All that matters is the muscle of his shoulders, the power in his gaze, and the way he’s not only feeding off of the liquid that currently coats his lips but also the strangled moans and curses that leave your breathless mouth. You know him, he knows you, and you both know that this is the only thing in this fucked up city that just makes sense. He knows how to make your legs weak, and you know to make his eyes dilate the way they are when he looks up at you. 

A thought passes through your mind, and your fingers find their way back to his locks of hair; gripping on and pulling. Not hard, but just enough; and the low, rumbling growl that emanates from him shocks through your core and along your spine. 

Yeah, you think, you still got it.

After a few minutes, you’re sure you’re being loud enough for anyone around to hear your pathetic noises. But the louder you dare to get, the faster he goes. You’re not sure when he brought his fingers into play, but that certainly wasn’t helping matters. They slip in and out of you, covered in your slick as you’re currently dripping wet, and for the Lady’s sake, you need this man to fuck you, right now! The warmth of his tongue, the scratchiness of his beard, and oh gods he’s sucking your clit, the coil in the bottom of your stomach is becoming increasingly taut as your hips buck mindlessly. 

“That’s it, Love.” His thumb rubs circles on your clit as he pulls away, just for a moment. His eyes refuse to leave you. “Scream for me. Cum on my tongue, I know you can.”  The coil finally snaps, and as you hit your orgasm, your thighs move to crush the head of the man beneath you. Vander just moans at the pressure. Your ears are ringing so loud you can’t even tell if you’re screaming, but you’re sure you are, and can’t even find it in you to care about who may hear.

***

Pulling out of you, you feel the warm combination of your combined arousals leak out of you and down your thighs. “Fuck…” Vander murmurs against you, his breath moist against your cheek as you try and think through the buzzing in your ears. Your head is all fuzzy, but you can still feel the bitter cold as Vander peels his body off of you to look for something to clean with. You don’t miss the way his eyes hesitate on the sight of his cum leaking out of you, satisfaction in his expression before he pulls his attention away.

“There should be a hand rag in one of my pockets.” You motion, breathlessly, to the heap of your clothes back over by the wall, and he dutifully crawls to retrieve them. 

“Sorry I didn’t have anything, Darlin’” He half-smiled, handing you a scrap of white fabric. You take it, immediately moving to clean your thighs before handing it back to him to clean himself off.

“It’s alright, I don’t think a lot of people are just walking around with spare towels on them.” You joke, but the tiredness in your voice takes over as you lay there on your back, gazing up at the expanse of buildings above you. The whole world feels like it’s buzzing, light and fuzzy. Even though you’re on one of the fairly higher levels, you’re still surrounded by nothing but metal and smog, and as you look up at the distant blueish that is supposed to be the sky, you wish you could see the stars.

Once Vander is finished cleaning, he moves closer to you, now with his pants back on. He’s sitting against the wall, his legs laying perpendicular to your body and close to your head. It would be so easy to cuddle up next to him, to lay your head in his lap and fall asleep like that. You’d be lying if you said his heat didn’t draw you in against the chill, but you hesitate to move closer. 

His hand comes down to play with your hair.

You lay there in silence for a long moment, possibly a couple of minutes. You stared up at the sky and him with his hand against your scalp, playing with your choppy strands of hair like they were spun gold.

“You remember that time way back in the day…” Vander started speaking, “when you first started teaching me how to read and write?” 

You chuckled a little. “You promised you’d teach me how to fight properly in return.”

“That’s right.” He nodded. “I was like, what? Fourteen? Making you twelve or so, and I’d told you that everyone else had tried. Mom, Dad, Silco, Benzo…hell, even a few of Dad’s friends over the years. But you were the most determined out of all of them.”

“You could do it just fine.” You yawn. “Just needed an honest shot at it, and to keep at it.”

“Same with you and fighting. Although, helped that I had a cute tutor that I wanted to impress.” He remarked, causing you to roll your eyes and scoff. “It’s true! I swear, every night after our lessons I would stay for hours trying to go through everything you’d taught me so it looked like I was learning better. Used to piss Dad off cause I’d be all tired and groggy in the morning. But that’s just how crazy I was for you, even back then.”

His words hang in the air, but you’re terrified to respond. You’re scared that the moment you say anything; this wonderful, warm, perfect moment will shatter around you. There’s a lump in your throat that’s building, dryness in your mouth, and you’re praying that your eyes aren’t too noticeably glassy.

“...I’d give it all up for you, you know that right?” He admits. You sigh, already feeling the cracks in your precious moment beginning to appear.

“Van-” “The fighting, the mines, the revolution; all you’d have to do is ask. If that’s what it took…I can’t say it would be easy, but I’d be willing to try!”

And there it was. Him, laying the very world down at your feet. You knew he was telling the truth, knew full well that if you asked him, he would do all that and more in a heartbeat. You thought about it, thought about the kinds of lives you’d lead. Was it even possible to live a life here in Zaun like that? What would life look like without Vander working in the mines, or without the rebellion? What would happen to your family? Would you be able to live a nice life, scraping by with working other odd jobs outside of the mines, and be able to settle down and start your own family like Felicia and Connol? Would you have to leave the city, maybe run away back to Bilgewater together? 

“I’m still crazy for you, Minnie.” He admits. “I am still very much in love with you.”

You closed your eyes and took a breath, letting the thoughts leave your mind. You’d never ask Vander to give up the life he’s built for himself, and you knew neither of you wanted to leave your family behind. This was your home now, and you needed to keep it that way.

“I know.” A tear escapes your eye, and you hope that he can’t see it. “I love you too.”

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A Sanctuary for Burning Hearts(big papa 10)

I had just gotten back from a run and decided to stop by the Clubhouse to check up on things. I had been out of Charming the past three days, and I left Tig in charge while I was gone. No big deal, I took care of everything before I left; all he had to do was make sure the place didn’t burn down until I got back. There was a party going on when I walked in, and amidst the chaos, a solitary pen perched on the edge of the bar caught my eye.

“Tiggy, did we get a beer shipment today?” I picked the pen up to look for a company name.

“I don’t think so, why?”

A sickening wave washed over me, and I felt the color drain from my skin. “Everyone out, now!” I shouted. One good thing about being VP is when you yell, everyone listens. It was a matter of seconds until the place emptied out.

“What’s going on?” Tig shot up from the barstool he was sitting on.

“Where’s Amber?” I grabbed the collar of his shirt.

“Dorm room,” Tig put his hands up like he was expecting me to hit him— leave it to Tig to actually let me if need be. Not this time, Tiggy.

“Amber, shit!” I yelled, bolting down the hallway. I burst through the door and saw her sleeping on the bed. She wasn’t supposed to be here when I was out of town. Not that she wasn’t allowed, but I run with bikers, and bikers aren’t the most trustworthy people. Not that any of SAMCRO would try anything, but you never know who we’re entertaining, how much alcohol they had, or what kind of drugs they’re on. Amber is my responsibility, and no one else’s, especially at the Clubhouse. Even so, most of the guys, especially Juice, Ope, and Tig, would break a few skulls for her if need be. Even so, I didn’t go out of my way to put any of them in that situation, at least not often.

“What the hell is going on, Jax?” she squealed as I slung her over my shoulder. “My chair! Don’t forget my—”

“No time!” my voice boomed off the walls. For a moment, I sounded like Clay when he was starting to lose his shit. Fuckin’ Clay— I’ll get to that in a minute. “Keep your eyes closed!”

“Jax?” I could hear the worry in her voice. I rushed through the Clubhouse like a coked-up bull in a China shop. I stepped out of the front doors and saw everyone gathering in the parking lot. I took a few more steps before our biker sanctuary exploded behind me. I saw the orange light from the burst reflect off the buildings in front of me, followed by a warm sensation. The gust from the explosion threw me into the air, but I was able to twist myself before landing, ensuring that I broke Amber’s fall with my body. We all watched as the Clubhouse went up in flames. I don’t know what happened while I was gone, but something told me this had Clay’s name written all over it. Oh, and guess who was on day three of their five-day stay in Belfast? That’s right, Mr. President himself, Clay Morrow.

The following morning, I had to go down to the burnt mess of a Clubhouse and talk to the fire chief. After that, the boys in blue stopped by and took some statements— but this wasn’t a Jonny Law matter, so they were basically just tickin’ boxes like good little bureaucrats. When I got back home, Amber was awake and packing a duffle bag. “Win a cruise or something?”

“Packing to leave. I’m doing what I’m told as an old lady,” she hissed.

Yeah, I deserved that smartass comeback. I tore into her on our way home last night, going as far as cursing her out for being at the Clubhouse instead of home. Not only was she there, but she fell asleep in the dorm during a SAMCRO party. I yelled and yelled, and she just took it. I told her that he needed to fall in line, pack a bag, and head to New York until things cooled down a bit. It wasn’t the impromptu NY trip that was the problem, but more in my delivery of how I suggested it.

“Jackson, I mean, really, what the hell?” she seethed.

Yeah, she’s still mad. She only calls me that when she’s furious. “I’m sorry, darlin’. Clay just has me lookin’ over my shoulder right now, and I admit I’m not thinking too clearly.”

“Has his greed really gotten that bad?” she stopped what she was doing and stared at me, waiting for an answer.

I sat on the bed in silence, unable to muster a response, just meeting her gaze.

“People could have died. It’s a damn good thing Donna and the kids weren’t there,” Amber took a deep breath, thoughts about what could have been trickled through her head.

“I know,” I murmured. There was no disputing that. “It’s a damn good thing nobody did die, too.”

“This time! Something’s gotta change, Jax. The Club, or us. Because there’s no way in hell I’m raising our kids in this violence. This wasn’t the dream we had all those years ago. The Club, yes, but not like this.”

Why did I get the sinking feeling that I was losing her? If it came down to it, I’d choose her every damn time.

With that, Amber rolled out of the room, bag in her lap, and into a taxi bound for Mary’s. I lit a cigarette and poured myself a glass of Scotch. I took a swig and sat on the bed, staring at my kutte slung over the chair. One thing was certain: I had a huge decision to make.

Amber’s POV

So, it’s been a few days since I’ve been crashing at Mary’s. I packed a bag and hightailed it out, Charming like Jax commanded. What a good little housewife I am; too bad that cocky piece of shit is too full of himself to notice. I was planning on getting a hotel, but Mary wouldn’t hear of it. I knew she would insist that I stay with her because we’re so alike, and it’s precisely what I would do in this situation.

“You sure you’re really at your wits’ end?” she asked, handing me another beer.

“I’m sure. You know what— do you think my old place is still up for rent?”

“Wow. It’s that serious, huh?”

“Absolutely, Mary!” I scoffed, “If Jax were a few minutes later than he was, my ashes would be spread across Charming right now.”

“Alright, fine. So what, do you think you could get your old job back?” Mary cracked open a beer of her own and sat down at the table.

“I left a message for my old boss, I told him he can call me here. I hope that’s okay,” I sipped my frosty beverage.

“You’re really serious? Throwing the Cali life all away, huh? No more masquerading around as the King and Queen of Charming?” Mary chuckled. “Never thought I’d hear that out of you.”

“Ha ha,” I rolled my eyes. “I’m dead serious. The violence has spiraled out of control. I mean, it’s always been rough, but I mean, come on. And if I’m going to dance with the devil and almost meet my maker, I sure as shit don’t want to be catching holy hell from my husband because he can’t articulate his words in the face of danger. Whoever set that bomb didn’t care who they killed. Hell, half the Sons weren’t even there— there were a bunch of crow eaters, hangarounds, and some nomads—”

“I’m not even going to pretend I know what any of that bike slang is,” Mary chugged half her beer and slammed it down on the table. “But when it comes to danger, Jax is usually Mister Joe Cool.”

“Yeah, I guess. I kid you not; it’s been a solid two months since he’s come home without blood on his clothes. Keeping that kind of stuff pent up takes its toll on a man,” I confided. “And Club rules say I’m not allowed to ask why. Sometimes, I try to inquire anyway, just to get hit with the ‘I’m better off not knowing’ quip.”

“You’d seriously leave Teller?” Mary raised an eyebrow.

I paused, pondering the question. Would I? No, deep down, I didn’t want to. But my safety was important to me, and if it meant dragging him back with me, I would. It was something I swore I’d never do — make him choose between me and the Club. But this was a different time, a different Club than the one that we rode for years ago.

Out of nowhere, a red bird flitted into view, perching itself on a nearby tree branch. I couldn’t help but smile to myself as we sat in the kitchen, my decision weighed heavily on my mind.

Jax’s POV

I knocked on Mary’s front door, the chaos of recent days finally subsiding enough for me to make the trip to New York and see if I still had a wife waiting for me.

“Hey there, Jackson,” Mary greeted me with a smile as she answered the door.

“Is she here?” I asked anxiously, bracing myself for the fallout.

Mary nodded. 

“How much trouble am I in?”

“A lot,” Mary frowned. “I don’t know if trouble is the word I would use, though, but you definitely have some baggage to work through, that’s for sure.”

“Amber, Look who the cat dragged in,” Mary announced as we entered the kitchen. “It’s the piece of shit.”

“Whoa,” I reared back. “What’s with the name-calling?”

“Oh, sorry— that’s been your nickname the past few days,” Mary winked at me. I knew she was just breaking the tension the only way she knew how, with her sarcastic assertivieness.

“Hey, Amber,” I greeted her with a smile.

“I’ll leave you guys to it. I’m gonna take Lady for a walk. Beer’s in the fridge. If you drink it all, Teller, you owe me a case,” Mary said, glancing down at her dog before disappearing out the door.

“I’m sorry,” I began, taking a seat at the table. “I should never have yelled at you, especially like that.”

“You’re right; you shouldn’t,” Amber smirked. We had a little conversation and about thirty minutes later, Mary had returned with some subs.

We sat down to a nice dinner, catching up with Mary as we ate. After a few more minutes of conversation, we made our excuses and headed back to the hotel I had booked earlier. Mary offered for us both to stay at her place, but the apartment was already a little tight and I didn’t want to impose. Plus, it’s been a few days since I’ve spent any time with my wife, so I was looking for something a little more intimate. 

“I’m sorry,” I murmured, nuzzling my face into Amber’s bare neck.

“I know, that’s what makes this so hard,” she admitted softly. “Jax, what are we gonna do?”

“I’m ready to pack up and drag you back to Charming with me,”  I said sternly. She chuckled at the remark, but her eyes were still full of doubt.

“I mean, this is a deal-breaker for me, and that’s incredibly upsetting. I told myself years ago I’d never make you choose,” I confessed. I could feel the weight of my allegiance to the Club pulling against my allegiance to my marriage.

“Well, back then, the Club wasn’t as cutthroat as it is now. We didn’t have as much to worry about. A few stray bullets here and there, I mean, I get it— you’re a biker in a big biker gang, but Jax— they blew up the Clubhouse and half the garage. If you weren’t—”

“I know baby, I—”

“Just listen! If you weren’t there, the bodycount would have been over two dozen. And only seven Sons. Whoever did that wasn’t trying to kill you; they were trying to hurt you by killing your friends and family!”

“You’re not wrong,” I agreed with everything she was saying. “This isn’t one of those pass-the-blame moments, but everything that’s happened, all the added violence— Clay’s been dabbling in something, and I have no idea what.”

“I mean, can’t Bobby or hell, Piney, talk some sense into the old man?” Amber suggested.

“They tried, apparently. But Clay just won’t listen. Piney even threatened him with some philosophical ‘what ifs’, but that didn’t do the trick either.”

“That could have been your Mom in there, Jax. They could have killed Gemma—”

“They could have killed you,” I took her hand. “Please don’t leave me,” I whispered, kissing her bare shoulder tenderly.

“I’m not,” she whispered back. “But something’s gotta be done, babe. I’d like to start trying for a family soon.”

“Oh, really? Well, in that case, may I suggest some practice?” I smirked, glancing down at our entwined bodies.

“Maybe,” she smirked back, running her finger over my cheek.

“I went to the doctor a few weeks ago. I know my disability is not genetic, but I wasn’t sure if it would take me a little longer to get pregnant. And my doctor said no. All things considered, I’m in pretty good health. He said that anytime I wanted to stop taking the pill, we’re good to go.”

“So... have you?” I asked, curiosity burning in my chest.

“Have I what?”

“Stopped taking the pill?”

“No, I wouldn’t do that without talking to you first. What kind of croweater do you take me for, Jackson Teller?”

“My apologies,” Jax blushed, “you know how the culture is.”

“Yeah, alright,” I flicked his nipple. “Anyway, I had a little plan... Have a nice dinner, a movie maybe, then talk about it. And see what happened from there,” she chuckled, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

“Well, I would say once everything calms down, because you’re right, trying to have a baby now would be...”

“Stupid?”

“I was going to say less than ideal,” I admitted, “but stupid works.”

“Are you ready for a little Teller running around?” she giggled.

“Ain’t nobody ready for that, darlin’.”