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starkeyslut · 2 years ago

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HMS pogue

PAIRING: jj maybank x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

SUMMARY: jj would do anything to please you, his girl. even if it means fucking you on his boat. or maybe especially if it means that.

WARNINGS: smut, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), fingering, semi public sex (they're on the boat, but there's no one around), a bit of exhibitionism, praise, dirty talk, use of petnames, brief weed smoking. no season 3 spoilers!

If there was one thing you could do for the rest of your life, it would be getting high with JJ on his boat, HMS Pogue.

You and him have been doing that ever since you started dating, and it has become some sort of tradition — that each time it’s good weather and the waves are small, you drive as far away from shore as possible and roll a few blunts. Originally, it was JJ’s idea, but there is no one who ravishes in the freedom of those trips more than you do.

Today was no different — the moment your boyfriend spotted the calm waves, he smiled widely and leaned to whisper in your ear, “You free tonight?”

You, having absolutely no self-control when it came to JJ, canceled the movie night plans you’d made with your family and rushed to hang out with him.

Which brings us to present time, you and JJ sitting on the very edge of the old boat, legs dangling above the green-blue water as the scent of the unfinished blunt in his hand lingers in the air. The sky is dark, and yours and JJ’s fingers are interlaced, both of you admiring the view.

It would’ve been an innocent and romantic evening, if it wasn’t for JJ’s warm hand resting on your inner thigh. It’s embarrassing, truly, the way you’re starting to slowly soak through your panties just at his slightest touch. To your defense, though, this is when he looks the hottest — with his hair falling into his eyes, eyes wide from the weed and glowing in the faint light provided by the moon overhead.

Any sane person would feel their body heat up at that.

“D’you want it?” JJ’s hoarse voice brings you back to reality, and you abruptly stop pressing your legs together — something you didn’t even notice you were doing. You pray your boyfriend hasn’t noticed, either, because that would result in a hell of a lot of teasing that you’re not too keen on in this state.

“Want what?” you ask, confused.

“The blunt,” he says, furrowing his brows at your strange behavior.

“Oh, that.”

“Are you okay? You look like you’ve had a little too much weed, babe.”

“No, no, I’m good,” you assure him with an embarrassed smile. He doesn’t look convinced, pulling his lip between his teeth as his eyes roam your body in search of any clue as to why you’re acting so weird.

You don’t mean to rub your thighs together just then, but it’s unbearable, the pressure created in your lower stomach by him, and so you do it — instant regret hitting you as his eyes light up in amusement upon settling on your legs. His gaze stays there for a second, and you think maybe he didn't notice, after all, but then he looks up to meet your eyes, and the smirk playing on his face confirms your fears. He’s noticed. And from the way he puts down his blunt, you figure he’s not going to let it go that easily.

He frees his other hand from your grasp, dragging it up and down your shoulder in a manner that causes your breath to hitch. You try to send him a glare, yet he only pouts innocently, bringing his fingers down to graze your bare thigh.

You shiver at the touch, biting your lip in an attempt at ignoring his extremely desire-igniting actions. As his hand moves to the hem of your shorts, toying with them, you inhale sharply, your facade fading away in the blink of an eye. Your panties are completely soaked through, you’re sure of it, and your pussy is throbbing against the fabric like JJ didn’t just fuck you a couple hours earlier.

And so – a little too turned on and high to feel ashamed – you turn to look at him with a pleading look in your eyes.

“Actually, I’m not that good, JJ.”

“Hmm,” he hums, eyes glimmering in amusement. His fingers play with the zipper of your shorts, teasing you. “You want me to take care of you, pretty girl?”

You nod eagerly. “Yes. Please, JJ.”

“Your wish is my command, princess.”

It becomes obvious that he’d been waiting for this moment the second his lips meet yours.

It’s eager, the kiss, and needy. He tastes of weed and alcohol, the flavor of his tongue clouding your senses like a drug as it slips past your lips. For a while, you try to move your tongue in rhythm with his, but when his hands make their way under your shirt, your jaw goes slack. He explores your mouth freely, groping your tits until you’re basically whimpering against his lips.

“So fuckin’ needy, huh?” he pulls away, slipping his hand into your panties and brushing over your slit. “That’s all for me?”

You nod, gasping at the feeling of his fingers against your puffy clit.

JJ smiles at that, pushing you down on the deck gently, your back flat against the boat as your wet cunt pounds in anticipation. The blond hovers above you, pressing another kiss to your lips, before moving downwards and sucking on your neck. It isn’t difficult for him to find your sweet spot, because when his teeth brush over it, a loud whimper sound leaves your mouth, and JJ smiles against your skin.

He makes sure to take good care of your neck with his mouth while his hands get rid of your shorts, pulling them off of your legs. You hiss at the sensation of air hitting your skin, while JJ’s fingers caress your inner thighs. He removes himself from you to position his head between your legs.

You spread them as wide as you can, letting him pepper your inner thighs with kisses, heading closer and closer to where you want him most. You moan softly as he sucks on your skin, probably leaving a mark.

He smiles yet again, flashing his pearly white teeth, before speaking, his voice sending shivers through your whole body.

“God, you look so beautiful with your legs wide open for me.”

“Stop it with the teasing, JJ,” you say breathlessly, feeling his thumb brush over the thin fabric that covers your pussy incredibly slowly. “Please, touch me.”

His smirk widens as he slaps your clothed pussy, making you jolt in surprise, a soft whimper leaving your mouth. Satisfied, he finally pulls your panties down your legs and throws them to the side, groaning so quietly you barely hear him at the sight of your dripping cunt.

He spends a moment like that, just admiring you, and feeling his cock strain in his pants. It’s not before you’re about to break and start begging again that he finally gives in and presses his mouth against your pussy.

It’s soft, at first, a few kisses littered on your clit and a stripe licked up your folds, making you grab at his hair and buck your hips up into his face. You can feel his chuckle reverberate through your body as he dives further in, tongue slipping into your whole while his nose rests against your clit.

You try to keep quiet, biting your lip as he licks up your juices, eating you out like he’s a starved man. It’s messy, and his spit mixed with your arousal is surely dripping onto deck, but you can’t bring yourself to care when it feels so good having his tongue buried inside of your cunt, touching all the right places.

“Tastes so good, baby,” he murmurs as he pulls away to breathe, and you swear you almost come from the very sound of his voice. “Could be eating this pussy all day.”

Before you even get the chance to respond, his lips wrap around your clit and you sob his name, tugging at his hair. He groans as you pull on it, sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth. Your hips stutter, hesitating between rubbing against his face or lying back down on the deck, but ultimately, it doesn’t matter, because he’s working wonders on your clit.

That familiar feeling of pleasure starts slowly building up in your stomach, and it only strengthens when JJ pushes one of his fingers into you with ease. It stretches you out a little and makes your eyes roll to the back of your head, having him curl his finger and then adding another one. You clench around him when he starts moving his fingers in and out of you while his tongue laps at your clit.

“Oh my god, J,” your whimpers turn into a broken moan. “Please don’t stop, please–”

He thinks it’s kind of ridiculous that you think he’d even consider stopping. You taste so good that he’d have to be stupid to let you go.

A third finger enters you just as he sucks harshly on your clit, and you swear you’ve never felt so good in your life. You’re not trying to stay quiet anymore, loud moans leaving your mouth freely. If there’s anyone in a three hundred meter radius, there’s no way they don’t know what’s going on by now.

But really — you don’t care. Not with his fingers hitting that one spot that makes your toes curl, the knot in your stomach on the verge of unraveling.

And when it does unravel, you tug at JJ’s hair so roughly you might’ve just ripped some out. He doesn’t mind, though, fucking you through your orgasm with his fingers, pulling away from eating you out so he can get a good look at your fucked out expression.

“Good?” he asks after a while, like your thighs aren’t shaking and your gaze isn’t unfocused.

Without waiting for an answer, he hovers over your body and kisses you. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and paired with his cock that is poking against your thigh, it serves to ignite a throb between your legs once again.

“Yeah,” you mumble against his lips. “Very good.”

He pulls away to take his shirt off, and doesn’t even hide the way his smile widens when you stare at him shamelessly. You sit up to trace his muscles with your fingertips as he pulls his shorts down his legs, leaving him in just boxers. His arms pull you closer so you can feel his hard on to your stomach and it makes you swallow loudly.

That’s when it hits you — you’re about to fuck him on this boat. Out in the open for anyone to see if they decide to go fishing at 3am.

“Wait,” you say, making JJ’s hands stop roaming your body and settle on your waist. “What if somebody hears?”

“Do you really care?” he raises a brow and you feel your face grow warm as you look to the side, embarrassed, because truly, you don’t.

He smiles.

“Didn’t think so.”

You only further prove his point by pulling his boxers down, biting your lip as his cock springs free. He pulls you flush against him, kissing you softly as he lies the two of you down on the boat again. The air is a little cold, you notice, but it soon fades when JJ’s cock rubs against your clit first, and then your entrance.

His tip teases you only for a second before he slips into your wet cunt, your walls sucking him in immediately. You whimper at his size, nails digging into his arms and he lets you adjust. A minute later, when you tap him on the shoulder, he starts moving — slowly thrusting in and out of you and making you moan his name shamelessly.

JJ’s head falls down on your shoulder as he groans. “Love this pussy so much, fuck.”

You can’t make out any coherent words to respond with, so you just hold onto him for dear life as he speeds up his thrusts. His hands move to hold your hips in place, skin slapping against skin with each roll of his hips.

The deck is cold against your back, JJ’s cock snug against your walls as he decides to wrap your legs around his hips so he can fuck you deeper. And he does — the new angle allows him to fuck you both deep and fast, and you swear that at one point, you feel him all the way in your stomach.

Faintly, you hear some rustling of leaves somewhere, but you don’t even look to see whether it’s a person or the wind making the noise, all too occupied with clenching around JJ’s dick. He’s busy too, pulling your hips to meet his thrusts, lip pulled between his teeth in concentration.

“JJ, please,” you whimper, holding onto his arms tighter. “More.”

“More?” an amused chuckle leaves his mouth and tickles your ear. “But baby, this is more.”

He contradicts his own statement by speeding up even further – which, by the way, you didn’t know was possible – one of his hands coming up to play with your tits, thumb running over your nipples. You lean into his touch, feeling yourself close to the edge yet again. It’s almost shameful how wet you are, lewd sounds coming from where he’s buried inside of you.

A couple more thrusts and the coil in your stomach is tightening, your pussy clamping down on JJ’s dick repeatedly. It doesn’t go unnoticed, his hand squeezing one of your tits as he leans a little forward so he can look down on your face.

“You gonna come, pretty girl?” he asks and you nod frantically, whimpering. “Okay, baby. Come all over my cock.”

And you do. His fingers barely brush over your clit and you’re coming – practically sobbing his name as he fucks you through it, groans leaving his mouth.

He comes a few seconds after your breathing calms down, cock twitching inside of you and painting your walls white. The moan he lets out against your chest heats up your whole body, heartbeat still fast as JJ’s body goes limp. His head rests on your tits, arms wrapped around you as he catches his breath.

“I’m so glad you ditched movie night,” he whispers after a while and you giggle, running your hands through his hair.

“Me too.”

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judasofsuburbia · 1 year ago

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i’m gonna say 🔀 for steddie and also perhaps steve/barb if that floats ur boat (it’s a rare pair kinda day)

OOOOOOO the steddie angst that comes to mind with this........

I got appointments, work I have to do Keeping me so busy all the day through They're the things that keep me from thinking of you

i'm thinking businessman steve who travels constantly for work and meets eddie at a bar some night while he's passing through. they hit it off immediately, they have great sex, but steve lets him know that he's not looking for anything serious. that work comes first.

eddie's so fine with this.

until steve keeps passing through hawkins. keeps seeing eddie. keeps calling eddie. keeps giving eddie glimpses of himself through their intimate nights and then disappearing before the sun is even up.

eddie used to just have one job, now he has three. teaching guitar lessons at the instrument store, gas station clerk, and a boring office job where he enters data all day. he had to get more jobs because he can't stand being home. he can't stand eating dinner by himself, crawling into an empty bed, all the silence, all the loneliness. he's like a lovesick puppy at home and it's not good for him.

so he keeps busy. only home to sleep before his alarm clock blares and he's out and about.

only tonight, there's a mice infestation at the gas station. place is closed down until it's solved. he has a night off and he's dreading every moment.

eddie slumps up to his front door and opens the door to steve.

with a bouquet of roses.

"honey, you're home," steve jokes. looking like a fucking dream in his work suit. eddie pinches the inside of his elbow. nope, not dreaming.

"what are you doing here?" eddie asks. "how did you get in?"

steve awkwardly lowers the bouquet and rubs a hand on the back of his neck sheepishly.

"uh, your neighbor let me in," steve explains.

eddie is gonna have a stern word with mrs. driscoll about letting strangers into his house. but he can't help but feel the automatic relief seeing the man who runs through his head 24/7 standing right in front of him.

eddie finally closes the door behind him and walks up to steve. he takes the roses, admiring them in his arms. steve kisses his forehead and it's so intimate that eddie wants to cry.

"how long are you here for?" eddie whispers.

"just for the night," steve whispers. he sounds almost sad. eddie chalks that up to his own utter exhaustion. a delusion. because work always comes first. eddie knows that.

eddie places the roses on his coffee table and runs his hands up steve's chest. he twirls his hand around his tie, bringing him in for a deep kiss. one that has steve groaning into his mouth.

"this is nice but--" steve says in between kisses.

"hmm?" eddie answers as he peppers kisses down steve's jaw.

"i thought we could get dinner or something," steve says. this gives eddie pause. he pulls away to look at steve with an eyebrow raised.

"like a date?" eddie questions.

"yeah," steve replies with that fucking charming smile.

"that's not what we do," eddie states, venom lacing his words. he doesn't mean it to come off that way but he can already picture steve leaving tomorrow morning and it's breaking his heart.

"i know but maybe it's something we can do," steve whispers, kissing eddie's cheek. his eyes are so hopeful, it melts eddie's brain.

"okay," eddie agrees though there is alarm bells going off in his head. every thought he has is "turn back, stop, don't do this." he doesn't listen to any of it.

they get dinner. at a place eddie could never afford, even with his steve distraction-guided income. steve is a perfect gentleman the entire meal. eddie feels drunk off of it or maybe that's the expensive ass wine he's been sipping.

when they get back to eddie's apartment, steve takes his time taking eddie apart. kissing every inch of skin. hands wandering, exploring, teasing. driving him absolutely insane. every time eddie tries to reciprocate, steve waves him off. says that tonight is about him.

after arguably the best sex they've ever had, the most intimate and personal sex they've ever had, eddie is laying his head on steve's chest. his throat feels tight as steve lightly scratches his back, humming along to the radio.

eddie's hands unconsciously clutch onto him tightly. that maybe if he held on tight enough that steve wouldn't have to go. steve could work here. be here. stay with eddie forever.

steve hisses, chuckles, and gently pries one hand away. "you okay?" steve asks.

"yeah, sorry," eddie grumbles. he tries to roll away but steve just pulls him back.

"wanna talk about it?" steve says into his hair.

"no."

"sounds like you do."

eddie huffs and sits up enough to rest his chin on steve's pec. steve is looking at him with the softest expression but it turns worried the longer eddie frowns at him.

"what?" steve asks. "did you not like what we did?"

"of course i liked it. i always like it."

"well, i'd hope so."

"i like it too much."

"i'm not following."

eddie huffs and hides his face in steve's chest. he can feel tears brewing in his eyes. he can't cry in front of the man who told him all those months ago that this is strictly casual.

"you should go, steve," eddie mumbles.

"what?"

"i can find you a hotel."

"eddie--"

eddie yanks himself out of steve's hold. can't look him in the eye. he gets out of bed, slips on his boxers, and runs a hand over his face.

"it's better if you just go now," eddie whispers, voice cracking.

steve sits up, slides out of the bed, and walks up to eddie slowly. he tilts his chin up and sees eddie's watering eyes. he caresses eddie's cheek even as eddie squeezes his eyes closed.

"i don't want to go," steve whispers.

"you're going to eventually anyway," eddie bites back.

"i never want to," steve confesses.

eddie blinks his eyes open, a few stray tears escaping down his cheeks. "what?"

steve exhales and presses his forehead against eddie's. "i never want to leave you, eddie. why do you think i keep coming back?"

"for your job--"

"no," steve interrupts with a small frustrated groan. "well, yes, but they get me a hotel every time, eddie. but i choose to come back to you. i choose to see you. every time."

"because we're sleeping together--"

"eddie, i'm gonna shake you," steve threatens with a huff of a laugh. he presses the gentlest kiss on eddie's lips and eddie can't help but succumb to the feeling. "i like you. that's why i keep coming back. i miss you every fucking minute on the road. i hate, hate leaving you. honestly, i was just waiting for you to tell me not to come back."

"i wouldn't. i want you here, steve. with me."

"then come back to bed."

send me a 🔀 and a pairing, and i’ll shuffle my playlist and make an au based on the first song that comes up

#THIS TURNED OUT WAY LONGER THAN I ANTICIPATED LSKJFLKSDFJ #listen businessman yuppiecore steve rotates in my brain ALL THE TIMEEEE #shuffle song ask game #steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie au #asks

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hyukassubi · 1 month ago

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🪡 16 | Booty So Big That Bed Broke But That Letter Got His Heart Broke-n

♡𓂃 Pairing -> (Former) Knight! Huening Kai x Seamstress! Reader

♡𓂃 Synopsis -> Growing up, you never believed in purpose, nor destiny. Simply following the path of life, becoming a royal seamstress didn't at all seem like a bad idea. Only thing is, it wasn't your idea.

Your best friend who just so happens to be the crowned prince knows what it's like to grow up having limited choices, and Prince Kang Taehyun doesn't want the same happening to you. The commander knight, in turn, has other plans for the future. After Huening Kai closes a profound chapter of his life, he seeks refuge from the chaos of his past, opting for a cozier lifestyle instead.

... And it just so seems that those plans wouldn't be fulfilled without you.

♡𓂃 Wc -> 1,312

Forget your tasks.

Forget your pending assignments.

Forget your fashion projects and orders from the Queen.

That night, no needle nor thread came between the tines of your fingers.

Instead, on your bedside, drenched in a milk-white nightgown and blue fleeced cardigan, exuding the highest forms of hot girl behaviour you possibly could that cold winter night�� you put your feather pen to work, a trail of words falling right behind it…

Huening Kai was toast. Not literally.

He spent a tiring eighteen hours of capturing their first dragon, only to realize it was the offspring of a much larger, much more sinister mommy dragon…

“You know, I didn’t expect the mother to look so…” Yeonjun tossed half a bag of hot cocoa over a jug of warm milk. “… actually, I shouldn’t say anything. If there’s a mother, there should be a father too, right? I may be a flirt but I do not condone to homewrecking because homewrecking is not hot, not cool, at all.” Yeonjun filled a rusty mug up with hot chocolate. “Here, help yourself.”

Huening Kai slumped over his air-mattress-sleeping-bag contraption.

It popped at the weight of his cheeks.

Huening Kai’s left eye twitched.

He grabbed the hot cocoa from Yeonjun’s hand. “Thank you.”

Yeonjun was fighting between feeling sorrowful for his commander or bursting into tears (not from sadness). “You can sleep on my bed tonight. I’ll buy you a hammock first thing in the morning.”

Huening Kai slurped a good chunk of that not-so-well-mixed hot cocoa. “Saving me from that ‘only one bed’ trope, I see.”

Yeonjun felt genuine concern for his commander.

Before saying anything, there was a thump at the front of their tent.

Every single knight within the vicinity audibly flung their swords out.

Yeonjun blinked twice.

He set his own hot cocoa down, zipping open the tent. “Hello?”

A blue robin pecked at the tent. In its feet, an envelope.

Yeonjun took the letter from the kind bird, wishing it a good night and a better tomorrow, winking at it, or at least trying his best to.

The blue robin flew away.

And all the other knights were back to sleeping in their little yellow tents. Maybe. Maybe not.

Yeonjun hummed upon staring at the envelope, pacing around the tent mindlessly. “Hmm… It’s from the castle.” He passed the sheet of paper to his Commander Knight. “Says its for the eyes of Kai Kamal Huening and Kai Kamal Huening only. I think it's important.”

“If it’s from the castle, it should be important.” Huening Kai ripped open the envelope and…

Stained paper, raunchy cursive scrawled upon every line like a boat on the surface of calm waters.

A letter.

A letter with your handwriting.

… Hello Hyuka,

It’s Y/n, and, I’m sure I’m not the first person that came to mind when you received this letter but hey, it’s me. I know last time things didn’t go too well, and we were clouded by emotion to really think straight about what we were saying anyway but that moment in your bungalow was real, and what we felt was real, guttural, even.

I honestly don’t know what I’m saying right now either, hehe. Point is, I wanted to write to you, because I want us to be okay again. I know we won’t be able to see each other for some time. For a long time. But I don’t want to keep things stiff and awkward for too long now, and… yeah. How’s… everything? I mean, I hope everything’s going well. I hope you’re doing okay. Tired, for sure. Drained, even.

But I know there’s nothing you can’t handle, after all, I’ve seen the way you fought so so many times. I’ve been feeling a little out of it too, honestly, but that’s okay! Because I know I will be okay, and you will too.

Is there anything I can help you with, though? Is it cold there? Do you need earmuffs or a sweater? I’ll sew a puffy hoodie if you’d like, or… is there anything on your mind that you want to talk about? I’m here for it, I’m here for you. I could send over my mom’s cookies, I know you’d love them. My dad’s currently restocking some flowers, business hasn’t been doing too well since it’s snowing. Is it too much? I can send them one at a time so it feels like you get a gift everyday :) As much as I want you to stay strong throughout the whole journey, I want you to stay happy, too, above all else.

And if you’re ever feeling low, just know that you have me, that you get to talk to me and I get to talk to you and, yeah, ink and paper isn’t the same but it’s what we’ve got and I really don’t want to lose touch with you, not completely. I apologize for writing such a cluttered letter :’))) I know it seems all over the place, because I am all over the place, but, yeah, stay safe out there, slay a dragon, get some rest, stay strong, you got this, um. Love you lots <3333333333

Kindest regards, your biggest fan and one and only true friend who coincidentally knows how to knit a Christmas stocking or two.

…

“…”

“… Kai? Commander? I don’t mean to rush you but it’s been half an hour and your eyes are looking kinda red.”

Huening Kai had to re-read that letter at least a good thirty-eight times.

“It must be serious, is it?” Yeonjun poked up from his air mattress, because, yes, he’s used up the time for skincare, changing into his pajamas, a good tune on his kalimba, a self-portrait session, a stretch routine, a vacation to the Bahamas— “Do we have more intell on the dragon? Did the King disband the mission? Kai Kamal Huening you’re actually killing me right now. Do we have to—”

“No… no. It’s not from… him.”

Yeonjun didn’t take any more time to connect the dots, puzzle the pieces, light the bulbs. “Oh my God oF COURSE IT’S GOTTA BE THAT SEAMSTRESS CHIC!”

Huening Kai physically jumped off his deflated air-mattress. “STOP SCREAMING!” Huening Kai screamed.

“I’M NOT SCREAMING.” Yeonjun jumped over to his side and tugged at his shoulders.

“WHY ARE WE—” A huff. A breath. A twelve second meditation session. “Okay. okayokayokayokayokay. Alright.”

“Commander be spitting bars.”

Huening Kai shrugged his shoulders, getting his fellow knight off of him, looking to where his pillow was at, lying down. “I’m hyperventilating, okay? Wait no actuallyI’mnothyperventilating I’m okay just… give me some time alone.” He turned to the side fetal position and draped a blanket over his body all in one go, eyes screwed to the sheet of paper.

At times like these, Yeonjun could not believe he’s a Commander Knight.

But it was cute.

He was cute.

Yeonjun smirked, going back to his own bed, thankful Huening Kai had forgotten about their previous trade offer. “Alright sweet cheeks, good night.” He did not mean that literally.

And at some point, in the middle of the night, like, ten minutes after they’ve talked, Yeonjun looked up at the window of their tent, closed, but not blackout shut. “You know, it’s nice knowing our Commander Knight has a safe person he can smile and giggle about.”

Huening Kai blinked away, disrupted after his forty-fifth re-read. “Is that a bad thing?”

Yeonjun did not answer, not directly. “There are so many people out there who care about you, Kai. I don’t wanna list them all down right now but even if you don’t think a whole lot of people care about you, you got your seamstress buddy on your side and that’s… absolutely a good thing.”

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lemoncrushh · 4 months ago

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Too Far From Texas | Chapter Eight

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Harry kept my hand in his as we exited the hotel to find a car waiting for us.

“Well, hello again,” I smiled when I saw him holding the door.

“Hello, Miss,” said Drew with a nod.

I slid into the leather seat, Harry following. Raising our joined hands to his lips, he kissed the back of mine as Drew pulled out of the parking lot and headed out into the night. Harry remained silent as I watched the scenery go by, once again mesmerized by the city.

“First time to New York?”

I turned and gave him a smile.

“Yes,” I nodded. “Funny, isn’t it?”

“Why?”

“Because my book is set here. You would think I’d at least been here before. To do some research or something.”

“Why didn’t you?”

I pursed my lips. “No time. Or money. I just relied on Lorelei’s knowledge, movies and Wikipedia.”

Harry smirked. “I don’t reckon you really needed to know much anyway. The story really could have been set in any city.”

I stared out the window again. “I suppose so.”

The ride was quiet once more as I continued to watch the city lights and sky-high buildings go by. I wondered where Harry was taking me, but I decided to keep the mystery brewing and not ask.

“Are you nervous?”

I widened my eyes and turned my head with a jerk. “About what?”

“Tomorrow. The book signing.”

“Oh,” I sighed. “A little, I guess? But not really. Just...excited. You know, that feeling you get like there’s butterflies in your tummy, but you’re not worried or anxious because you know everything’s gonna turn out like you’d hoped.”

Harry gave me a slow smile, his eyes dancing as though we both knew neither of us were just talking about the book signing. I felt him squeeze my hand as my stomach flipped. Before I knew it, the car came to a stop.

The chill of the evening air hit me harder than before as I stepped out of the car, and I quickly realized we were near the water. Eyeing the marina, the lights bouncing off the surface of the water, I pulled my coat tighter around me.

“Harry, what is this?”

I felt his breath in my ear, his hand on my back before he whispered. “My surprise.”

I looked up at him then, a slight smirk threatening to show his dimple as he gestured to the dock. I hesitantly let him guide me until we stopped in front of a massive yet conservative nautical craft.

“We’re going on a yacht?” I gasped.

Before Harry could respond, another man seemingly came out of nowhere, a pleasant smile on his face.

“Good evening!” he exclaimed, holding out his hand. Harry shook it and greeted him as though they’d met before. I just watched in awe, still incredulous about what was happening.

We stepped onto the yacht, and the man, who had introduced himself as Ethan, showed us to an area on the deck with an amazing view of the skyline and had then quickly disappeared somewhere. As soon as Harry and I were alone, it finally dawned on me, and I officially got the jitters. Harry noticed and wrapped his arm around my waist.

“Was that a nervous shake or a cold chill?” he asked.

I chuckled. “I told you I’m not nervous.”

“Then why are you gripping the handrail like that?”

I looked down at my hands, my fingers white from holding on so tightly. I blushed as I released my grip.

“Sorry,” I muttered.

“Don’t apologize,” he laughed, taking my hands and turning me towards him. “You’re not afraid of boats are you?”

“No.”

“Good. Because we’re moving now and that would make this date really awkward.”

I threw my head back laughing, the nerves and tension easing from my body. Harry echoed my laugh, pulling me closer. I hugged him tight as the wind blew my hair behind me. I watched the city move by slowly, taking in a deep breath.

“‘m so glad you’re here,” Harry murmured.

“You know,” I began to tease, “most guys just take a woman out to eat, maybe to a movie.”

“Hmm. I’m not most guys.”

“Apparently.”

“First time on a yacht?”

I bit my lip as I ran my fingers up and down his back. “Lots of firsts tonight. Not sure what to expect next.”

I felt Harry’s chest shake before he cleared his throat. I raised my head to look at him. When he lifted his hand to graze my cheek, I anticipated his next move. We were interrupted, however, when another voice boomed behind him.

“Excuse me, Miss, Sir.”

Harry turned his head to acknowledge the man, nodding at him.

“Be right there,” he said. Then turning back to me, he held out his hand. “This way.”

The man, wearing a white shirt and black tie, stood next to a sliding glass door which Harry and I entered, then shut it behind us. The room, which looked large enough to house several tables, and probably did on occasion, now only held one off to the side next to the windows. The space was aglow with candlelight, the table adorned with a white tablecloth and a small vase of roses in the center. Harry took my coat as I stared with my mouth open, quickly shutting it. I watched him as he held my chair out for me, my stomach doing acrobatics at a most inopportune time.

Harry sat across from me after passing our coats to the man (waiter? Maitre d?) who then left through another door, only to arrive back seconds later with water and a bottle of wine. He uncorked it, pouring the crystal liquid into two glasses. I smiled when the waiter left once more, and Harry raised his glass.

“I know I already made a toast,” he grinned, “to gorgeous redheads. But I’d like to make another.”

“Yeah?”

Harry nodded. “To one in particular. Who’s sat across from me right now. That I haven’t been able to get out of my head since the day we met. And is absolutely taking my breath away.”

“Wha-” I stumbled, swallowing hard. “Wow.”

His grin widening, Harry clinked his glass against mine and took a slow sip. I remained cemented in my spot, unable to move. The candlelight danced in his eyes as I continued to stare at him, no doubt gawking. I felt a warmth surge throughout my body as he reached across the table for my other hand.

“What do you think of my surprise so far?” he asked.

I couldn’t hide my sigh. “So romantic.”

The waiter returned then with food and despite the fact that my stomach was still doing somersaults, the dinner was delicious. Harry said he wasn’t sure if I was a steak or fish person, so he’d opted for chicken. I laughed, telling him it was a good choice, but for future reference, I liked everything.

Flirting with Harry was easy. The chemistry between us was apparent and undeniable. My nerves had dissipated after two glasses of wine, and I was feeling good and confident. By the end of dinner, I was in need of fresh air, so we returned to the deck just in time to reach Ellis Island.

Harry stood behind me, his chest pressed against my back and his arms around my waist as I stared up at Lady Liberty. Though the only sound was the whipping of the wind in my ears, I could swear Harry had to be able to detect the beating of my heart.

“Did you say something?” I asked with a jump.

“No, love,” he replied, his breath on my neck. “But I want to.”

“Wh-what is it?”

As I turned my head slightly, I felt his lips graze my skin behind my ear, and then my earlobe. His eyes looked at me with intensity as I rotated my entire body in his arms until we were face to face. Suddenly, I did hear something. It started so low that I thought I was imagining it, but as it grew I realized it was indeed music.

“Dance with me,” Harry requested.

A smile spread across my face, and I nodded as Harry pulled me to the center of the deck. We danced to classic Sinatra, my arms around his neck.

“How are the girls?” asked Harry.

I burst out a laugh and rolled my eyes. “You’re gonna ask me about my kids right now?”

“Yeah, why not?”

“Because we’re on a date.”

“So? Everything about you is a topic of interest for me, Stacey. And your kids are a pretty big deal.”

I grinned and nodded. “They’re fine. At home with their dad.”

“Good.”

“What about you? How is promo and everything going?”

“Really good, actually,” he beamed.

“I saw the Ellen interview. That was hilarious.”

Harry laughed. “Thanks.”

“You’re really enjoyable to watch, I must say. And it helps that you’re obviously enjoying it too.”

“I appreciate that.”

The song changed to one by Michael Buble as we continued to sway. I started to sing along since it was one of my favorites.

“The melody haunts my reverie…”

Harry hummed with me, his cheek pressed against mine. I shut my eyes and breathed in his intoxicating scent. I was drunk on him, on his mere existence. I laid my head on his shoulder, and I felt a shiver as his fingers tickled my back.

“You cold?” I heard him whisper.

“No, I’m okay,” I lied.

Though his body temperature kept me fairly warm, the chill had picked back up and I was still without my coat. But there was no way I was letting go of him.

As the song neared the end, I played with the curls on the back of Harry’s head.

“Harry?”

“Hmm?”

“When were you planning on kissing me?” I lifted my head to catch him smirking.

“What do you mean?” he asked slyly.

“Well…” I said, playing with the edge of his collar, “I seem to recall you saying you were taking me out and that you planned on kissing me again. So, I was just wondering when I could expect that second part.”

Harry chuckled, pressing his mouth to my forehead. “It’s all in the timing, my love.”

“Sorry, I ruined it, didn’t I? I’m so bad at this,” I blushed.

“At what?”

“This...dating...or whatever it is.”

“No, you’re not. You’re pretty incredible, actually. I like your eagerness.”

“Oh great,” I said sarcastically. “I’m easy.”

Harry laughed harder. “You’re adorable.”

I focused on his chest again as the next song began. I wanted him to kiss me so badly, I could taste it, but I’d embarrassed myself and couldn’t look at him. Harry continued to rub my back as he sang softly in my ear.

“That’s when you need someone… Someone that you, you can call…”

I allowed myself to get lost in the sound of his voice, his warm breath on my cheek. My heart was racing a mile a minute, my knees weak and jelly-like.

“If it’s a friend that you need… Let it be me…”

Harry continued to woo me with his singing, his tone low as he caressed my back, my shoulders, my arms. I kept my face in the crook of his neck, feeling the vibration of his voice against my mouth. I let my lips brush his skin, daring the both of us. That was when Harry whispered my name, urging me to look at him. When I didn’t, he lifted my chin with his finger.

“Beautiful Stacey,” he cooed.

He kissed me gently on the cheek, then again at the corner of my mouth. Finally, I looked him in the eye right before he closed his and kissed my lips.

We were no longer dancing, at least not like we had been, in time with the music. I felt a chill, but also completely warm at the same time. He held me tighter, one arm around my waist, the other hand cupping the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. I wasn’t even sure where my hands were, but I didn’t care. He had a hold of me and that was all that mattered. Though his lips were soft, his kisses were hard and hungry, shamelessly passionate. I tasted the wine on his tongue as it filled my mouth, silently and desperately telling me all the things words couldn’t.

A moan escaped my throat before I could stop it. It seemed to have a positive effect on Harry though, and he mimicked it, pulling me closer and slipping his hand down my backside. I suddenly experienced an overwhelming sensation and had to back away, my hand on his chest.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice raspy, his eyelids heavy.

I stared at him a moment, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath.

“Wow.” That was all I could manage.

He gave me a tiny smile. “Yeah.”

I knew my face had to be matching my hair at that moment. I felt flushed, excited, and completely turned on. I blinked several times to get my bearings, and I suddenly remembered there was music playing.

I heard Harry chuckle, a sexy low chuckle that is enough to make any woman willingly give up all inhibitions. As he lightly brushed the wild strands of hair from my face, his fingertips caused goosebumps across my skin. Finally, the temperature was apparent, and I crossed my arms.

“Let’s get you warm, baby,” Harry murmured, pulling me to him once more.

My teeth chattering, I nodded against his chest. He walked me to the room where we had eaten, and I sat at the table, watching the glitter on the waves. I hadn’t noticed he’d gone until he stood with my coat. I smiled up at him and rose from my chair to put it on.

“We’re almost to the dock now. So it won’t be long.”

“Okay.”

Harry ran his hands up and down my arms, a concerned look on his face.

“Did you have a good time?”

I gave him the brightest smile possible. “Are you kidding?”

I giggled when I caught him blushing, his head bowed. I wanted to scream that he was so fucking cute, and he needed to stop, but I didn’t.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“This has been the best date I’ve ever been on in my life.”

He smiled his signature dimpled smile before pulling me into another kiss.

“I hope that doesn’t mean it’s over,” he whispered, his forehead against mine.

“What?”

“Come back with me to my hotel?”

It was a question. The inflection rose at the end. It wasn’t a demand, but a request. An invitation. I lifted my hand to his face as I looked into his amazing green eyes.

“Yes,” I said.

There was something about Harry that’s hard to explain in words. Although my heart was jumping, my palms were sweaty, and my throat was dry, he somehow managed to make me feel at ease. He had this aura about him that glowed with confidence, and I could feel it radiate.

I knew what we were doing. It’s no secret what the intent is when one goes to another’s hotel. But I didn’t feel hesitant about it at all. My nerves were only built from anticipation and excitement. I wanted him to make love to me.

I should have known he’d have a suite. It wasn’t over-the-top or anything, but big nonetheless. Harry invited me to sit on the couch while he poured us some more wine. I half expected some high-tech stereo system to start playing soft jazz or perhaps some Barry White or Marvin Gaye, but instead, Harry crossed the room and returned with an acoustic guitar. He smiled as he moved his wine glass on the coffee table and sat down on it, strumming lightly.

Had it been anyone else, I might’ve been offended. But I was willing to make this evening last as long as possible. Taking a sip of wine, I crossed my legs and grinned at him over my glass.

“Wanna sing something?” Harry asked.

“No way, it’s your turn. You promised.”

“Did I?” he raised a brow.

I licked my lips and took another drink. That was all the response he got from me, but it seemed to work. Carefully strumming the chords, Harry began to play a song I recognized from his album. I sat quietly as he sang, mesmerized by his vocals and facial expressions. He was full of passion and soul. I loved every second.

“That was beautiful,” I commented softly when the song ended.

“You’re beautiful.”

I felt a little bubble rise from my belly up to my throat and I tried my best to hold it down. Harry barely peeled his eyes away from me for a second to set his guitar on the floor. Then he scooted closer to me, his knees on either side of mine as he took my wine glass from me and sat it next to his on the table.

Cupping my face in his hands, he kissed me. Boy, did he kiss me. I was completely intoxicated, and it wasn’t just from the wine. I ran my hands up his thighs, eager to get closer to him, to feel him. He groaned against my mouth, igniting a deeper fire within me.

“Harry…” I breathed as he dragged his lips down my neck.

“Baby…”

He nipped at my skin, his hands lowering to my waist. He tried to pull me onto his lap, but I resisted.

“Wait.”

He stared at me incredulously for a moment. Gulping, he nodded. “Am I moving too fast?”

I smiled. “No. I need to use the ladies room.”

“Oh.”

I winked at him as I rose from the sofa and grabbed my bag. Once inside the restroom, I pulled out my phone, prepared to send a quick text to Lorelei, even though she knew where I was and with whom. I frowned, however, when I saw I had a voicemail from Tod.

“Hey, it’s me. Just wanted to let you know Emery has a fever. It’s pretty high right now, like a hundred and one. She was complaining about her stomach, but she hasn’t thrown up yet. I’ll keep an eye on her, but call me when you get this message.”

“Shit,” I muttered. I noticed the call had come through nearly an hour ago. I called him back.

“How is she?” I asked as soon as he answered the phone.

“She’s been throwing up now. A couple times. She’s been asking for you.”

“She’s still awake?”

“Yeah. Her fever hasn’t gone down much. I’ve put a cool washcloth on her forehead.”

“Did you strip her down? Let the fan blow on her.”

“She’s got the fan. She’s just in her nightgown.”

I sighed. “Okay. Put her on the phone.”

I heard muffled voices until Emery’s helpless one came on.

“Hi, Mommy.”

“You’re sick, sweetheart?” I asked.

“Yeah. I miss you. Can you come get me?”

“I’m in New York, baby.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“You’ll get better,” I assured her. “Daddy will take care of you.”

“Okay.”

“Drink lots of liquids.”

“Makes me throw up,” she argued.

“I know, but it’ll flush you out. Help you get well.”

“Okay.”

“Let me talk to Daddy again. You’ll be alright soon, okay? I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Once again I heard the muffled voices and Tod returned to the phone.

“I’ll let you know if she gets worse,” he promised.

“Please. Or if she’s refusing to drink or go potty.”

“Will do.”

“I’ll check back later.”

When I hung up the call, I cursed to myself again. Then I quickly used the toilet and washed my hands, knowing Harry had to be wondering what happened to me.

When I returned to the couch, he was sitting on it, strumming his guitar. He looked up at me questioningly, setting the guitar down again.

“Everything alright?”

“I um...had a call from Tod,” I replied.

“Jasmine?”

“No. Emery this time. She’s sick with a fever and she’s throwing up.”

“Oh no,” he frowned.

A tear escaped my eye just as he pulled me down on the sofa beside him.

“I’ve never been this far away from them before,” I cried. “And now one of them’s sick and needs me.”

“Hey, shhh,” Harry cooed, wrapping his arms around me. “It’s okay.”

I shook against his shoulder for a few minutes as he rubbed my back. I knew he was right, it would be okay. I just felt overwhelmed.

“Did you get to talk to her?”

I sniffled and wiped away a tear. “Yeah. She was awake.”

“Then I bet she’s feeling better already. She got to hear your voice.”

“Why are you so sweet?” I asked, looking at his face in wonder.

He blinked slowly before taking my chin in his hand. Then he gently placed a kiss on my lips, the most tender of kisses.

“I’ve ruined the moment again, haven’t I?”

“You haven’t ruined anything.”

“We were having such a lovely evening,” I pouted.

“Still are.”

Harry kissed me again, this time closer to the way he’d been kissing me before. I reveled in the sensation of his lips, his tongue, his stubble. The spark ignited once more, and I slipped my hand inside his shirt.

“Is this where we were?” I whispered.

“Yeah.”

Harry reached behind me, finding the zipper to my dress. He opened it slightly, sliding the strap down. My breath caught in my throat as he began to lick and suck on the sensitive skin at the nape of my neck and left a trail across my shoulder.

“Baby…” he groaned.

“Hmm?”

“Let’s go to the bed, yeah?”

I merely nodded as I stared at his kiss-swollen lips. As I took his outstretched hand, I heard a familiar sound behind me. My ringtone.

“Fuck,” I cursed, grabbing my purse.

“It’s your ex?”

“Yeah,” I sighed. “I’m so sorry.”

“No, take the call, love.”

“Stacey, her fever’s gone back up,” explained Tod when I answered. “I stripped her down, but she’s still burning up.”

“I thought you said her fever was going down,” I argued.

“Well I hadn’t checked it lately. The last time was over twenty minutes ago. So apparently it’s gone back up since then.”

“Dammit. Run her a cool bath. Call my mom, see if she can stay with Jaz while you take Em to the emergency room.”

“I don’t think she needs the E/R, Stacey.”

“If her fever is over a hundred and two, she needs the E/R, Tod.”

I knew then was not the time to make condescending remarks and stress each other’s names, but I couldn’t believe he’d be so obtuse. I heard him sigh just before the sound of running water.

“I’m gonna try the bath. I’ll let you know if it helps.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

This time when I hung up, Harry didn’t wait for the tears. He pulled me into his embrace without a word or a sound because he knew. He knew what I needed.

“I’m so sorry,” I murmured against his chest.

“Shhh. Stop apologizing. I’m here. Whatever you need.”

“Maybe I should go back to my hotel.”

“Is that would you want to do?”

I looked up at him then, concern, sincerity and a bit of confusion in his expression. I shook my head.

“No. I wanna be here with you.”

Harry smiled. “I want you here, too.”

I swallowed hard. I knew the night was ruined. There was no way I could make love to him with so much worry on my mind.

“Will you hold me?” I whispered.

Harry released his arms from me and took my hand.

“C’mon,” he beckoned.

I followed him to the bed where he sat on the end to take off his shoes. Then he patted the space next to him. Kicking off my heels, I placed my phone on the nightstand to await Tod’s next call, and climbed onto the bed beside Harry where he quickly enveloped me.

I didn’t cry anymore, though I constantly felt the tears behind my eyes. Instead, I laid my head on Harry’s chest and listened to his heartbeat which soothed me. I was just about asleep when my phone rang again.

“The bath seemed to help,” confirmed Tod. “Her fever’s at a hundred now.”

“Oh thank God!” I breathed.

“Yeah, she’ll be okay. She’s in bed now, all clean and relaxed.”

“Okay. Thanks. I was so worried.”

“I know. She’ll be fine. Are you at your hotel?”

“Um…” I looked at the clock on the nightstand. At that hour, I most definitely should be at my hotel. “Yes.”

“I’ll let you know if her fever comes back, but I don’t think it will. Get some sleep.”

“Alright. You too.”

I laid my phone back on the table and turned to Harry.

“All clear,” I said with a nervous grin.

“Wonderful.”

“Thank you, Harry,” I cried, wrapping my arms around him again.

“Baby,” he whispered, brushing a stray hair from my face, “I did nothing.”

“Wrong. You did everything.”

The room was dark. I slid my hand up and down the wall trying to find the light switch. Once I did, the eruption of cheers made me jump.

“Surprise!”

“Oh my God!” I squealed, my eyes perusing the area until they met the ones I’d been searching for.

“Happy Birthday,” he grinned, taking my hands and pulling me to the center of the room.

“It’s not my birthday,” I laughed.

“Well, not technically, but it’s coming soon.”

“In two weeks!”

“Will you just sit and enjoy it? Stop arguing, jeesh.”

I shook my head, knowing I had to go along with it, or he would never let me live it down.

Slinging his guitar over his head, he gave me his cheeky grin, his guitar pick between his teeth. I buried my face in my hands as he began to play and sing a song he’d written for me on my last birthday, a cheesy little number where he’d insisted on rhyming my name with lacey, spacey and facey.

When he’d finished, the crowd cheered once again. My breath caught when he knelt in front of me on one knee and shoved his hand in his pocket.

“Harry…” I gasped.

I missed the part where he’d proposed. I missed my reaction, too. I missed our kiss, our embrace, our official announcement. Because then all that was left was blackness once more.

“Happy Birthday, Stacey.”

I turned around in a complete circle, but I couldn’t tell where the voice was coming from. Suddenly a door opened to my left, a beam of light shining through. I saw his shadow, but not his face. Still, I knew it was him.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

I didn’t have to look down at my dress to know what day it was. A very special day.

“You look beautiful,” he said, avoiding my question.

“You’re not supposed to be here anymore,” I nearly shouted.

“Why not?”

“Because I found someone else finally. Who cares about me. Who won’t hurt me.”

“You really think he’ll never hurt you, Stacey?” he asked. I could tell he was closer to me, next to my ear. “Never?”

“I…”

“You’re never really gonna be happy, just so you know…”

I sat up, my breaths uneven as I tried to recall where I was.

“Baby? You okay?”

I felt his hand on my back like a warm iron. My body was trembling like it always did when I had a nightmare.

“Baby, you’re shaking,” Harry said, his voice raspy from sleep.

“I’m sorry,” I croaked.

“Stop with that.”

He held me in his arms again, pulling me back down to the bed. Then he ran his fingers through my hair as he lightly kissed my cheek. I realized then that he had removed his shirt.

“Just a bad dream.”

I sucked in my lips and nodded. I laid there for several minutes, waiting for the tears to return but they never did.

“I should probably go,” I finally announced.

“You sure?”

“Yes,” I nodded. “It’s nearly three and I have to be at the bookstore at nine.”

“You can still stay here...if you’d like.”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve worn out my welcome.”

“Hey.” Instead of taking it as the joke I’d intended, Harry hovered his body over mine, capturing my lips in a deep kiss. “Maybe I don’t wanna let you go,” he said.

“Harry.”

He groaned as he pressed his forehead to mine. He lowered his hips so they hit my inner thighs, his weight alone adding friction. A small sound escaped my lips when he began to grind against me.

“Please tell me…” I gasped, “that we’ll get more time together soon.”

“We will if you stay the night.”

“I...I can’t, Harry,” I gently pushed his shoulders. “I’m sorry.”

“‘s okay,” he sighed. He rolled off of me to lay beside me again.

“It’s just...it’s so late and…”

“I know, it’s fine.”

I couldn’t see his face in the darkness, but I knew disappointment when I heard it.

“I just have so much on my mind right now and I’m still worried about Em and-”

“Stacey,” said Harry. “I said it’s okay. I mean it.”

I bit my lip and nodded. I had to hand it to him. He was a good liar.

I was going to take a cab to my hotel, but Harry insisted I get Drew to drive me. I thought it was unnecessary for surely even Drew had to get some sleep.

He’d kissed me by the door. He’d walked me to the elevator where he’d kissed me again. I should have taken it all as reassurance, but I still felt that sour feeling in my gut that I’d made him mad. This had been our chance, after all. I had a flight to catch the next evening, and who knew when we’d cross paths again.

I crawled into bed without waking Lorelei. She’d always been a sound sleeper anyway, but I was grateful I didn’t have to divulge any information just yet. I had a little over three hours to sleep before we had to get ready for our book signing.

But I knew it was going to be a restless night.

Dammit, what had I done?

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foxingpeculiar · 2 years ago

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Still on this Disco Elysium shit (Spoilers)

I think I’m on the morning of day 6 now? I forget, exactly. My play has been sporadic, in fits and starts for a couple of (real world) days.

But I passed some checks that have been stymying me, the most legit of which was I finally got all authoritative with Titus and got up to Klassje’s little widow’s-walk up there. So most of what I’ve been doing is following down that lead and, when I left off, I had just gotten Harry and Kim into the building on the coast that I think is gonna lead to some sewers? I’m going after Ruby who, I grant, sounds like the first really plausible suspect, but I’m not sure I buy it. I do wanna talk to her, though. Especially because she’s the first really clear point where the mysteries of the murder and of Harry’s past seem to converge. Or at least really properly start to.

Hmm, what else? Oh, I successfully empathized with Cuno and went to his dad’s apartment. I did end up giving him the speed, cos like, that’s how that kid’s eatin’ tonight, y’know? Also, I did not need the check to tell me Cunoesse was the crazy one, I figured that out. But is that the end of that, or is there more? What IS her deal, actually?

I got the tape out of the tree and it was deemed sufficiently HARDCORE! but I haven’t passed the interfacing check for the step about routing the sound from the… Soona’s thing. But I did arrive at the whole “whatever’s going on in the church is a nascent form of the pale” thing. And the line about how the club is just maybe the only thing holding reality together? So there’s that to chew on.

The way they talk about it, I dunno. I’m still convinced we’re in some kind of meta-reality here, but it could be less technological and more… I dunno, oneiric in nature? I’m not sure. I don’t know where it’s going yet, but I almost kind of wonder if that distinction matters.

I’ve been thinking about the cryptozoologists. What was the point of their quest? We didn’t find anything. But having done it, taken it seriously—gone out to search the traps and stuff—is giving me bonuses in unexpected places, and lots of unique interactions. It’s like the game is encouraging me to look past my skepticism, even as it’s making me skeptical of everything. And I feel like there’s gonna be a payoff to that, some unexpected left turn ahead, but I don’t know what.

Some questions on my mind:

1. Where’s the third mercenary? There’s the dead guy and the guy at the gate, but what about the woman?

2. What’s with the bunker door out on the coast and why is it a difficult red check?

3. What’s the significance of Joyce moving her boat?

Further updates as events warrant.

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krypher · 1 year ago

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Old Bay Fishing: Script Writing Part 2

Scene 1:

(Derek the fisherman and his father is out in the sea to net in some shrimp in the same usual spot where he usually nets at)

Derek: I hope I can get more shrimp than the last time, there wasn’t as much shrimp as I wanted with the last pull. (pulls in net)

(Derek doesn’t see shrimp)

Derek: The fuck? Where’s my shrimp?!

Derek’s father: DEREK, LANGUAGE!

Derek: But there isn’t any goddamn shrimp in the net.

Derek’s father: Again? Welp I guess it’s canned tuna again tonight. (Derek's father already pulling out some canned tuna to eat)

Derek: Stop!!!!! There barely is enough canned tuna because of how poor we already are. (grabbing the canned tuna)

Derek’s dad: Okay, okay, I won’t eat it right now, you happy?

Derek: Yes… I am for your information.

Derek’s dad: Alright since there really isn’t anything today, let's call it a day and go back home shall we?

Derek: Let’s.

(Derek and his father takes the boat back to the mainland)

Scene 2:

(Derek and and his father makes it back to the mainland safe and sound but has no shrimp which makes Derek in a foul mood)

(Mya, his friend is waiting for him at the pier)

Mya: Good morning stink stink.

Derek: Shut up, Mya!

Mya: What’s gotten you in a foul mood?

Derek: Can’t you already tell with nothing in my hands that my dad and I didn’t catch any shrimp today?!

Mya: Well if it makes you feel better, my family got extra shrimp to share with y'all if you want any.

Derek: I can’t Mya, your family needs that shrimp.

Mya: Trust me, you're my best friend, I even have some old bay shrimp seasoning if you want some with your shrimp.

Derek: (confused) Old bay shrimp? How old are we talking about?

Mya: Um…what?

Derek: Yeah, how old?

Mya: It’s seriously a seasoning, I wonder how I’m still even friends with you.

Derek: Oof

Mya: Alright, jokes aside, you really need to shower, you smell like seaweed

Derek: Yeah I really should. Alright see you Mya.

Mya: See ya.

(Derek and Mya part ways)

Scene 3:

(Back at home Derek finished his shower and put on some new clothes and later going downstairs to the living room)

(His mom trying to figure out what to do with the canned tuna tonight)

Derek: I’m sorry.

Derek’s mom: (turns around) It’s all good Derek, I was thinking of how to combine the tuna with the shrimp tonight.

Derek: (remembers the conversation he had with Mya) Hmm, good thought, maybe use the old bay shrimp seasoning with the meal.

Derek’s mom: Good idea.

(Derek’s father walks in the living room)

Derek’s father: We still have tomorrow, and maybe we can go to a different spot.

Derek: That sounds good to me.

Derek’s father: But the only problem is, I don’t know where in the sea.

Derek: That sounds like a problem. (smirking while making the comment)

Derek’s mom: Hey you two, stop goofing off and help me set the table, and trust me, once you two catch enough shrimp, we’ll have a huge meal.

(Everyone nodding in agreement)

The End

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refiwrites · 3 years ago

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By Chance

Pairing: Layla el Faouly x Fem! Sekhmet's avatar! Reader

Requested?: Yes

Summary: Being the avatar of Sekhmet, the goddess of war and healing, (Y/N) knew about Harrow’s plan and was on the progress of stopping him, but she didn’t expect to be running into another avatar and an old friend... Or ex.

Word count: 3.6k

Warning/s: violence, mentions of injury, sprinkle of angst and jealousy(?), swearing, if im missing something lmk!

Note: OKAY HEADS UP please don't judge my drawing I literally don't draw 😭 so yeah I've done a bit of researching and tried to make an armor that (i think!) would suit Sekhmet's avatar and I went and made these, so that's the armor I'm going with visualising throughout the story so I hope it helps if you're confused! feedbacks, likes, and reblogs are appreciated. let me know what you think!

GIF is mine! Let's begin!

Being the avatar of Sekhmet, the goddess of war and healing, (Y/N) knew about Harrow’s plan and was on the progress of stopping him, but she didn’t expect to be running into another avatar and an old friend... Or ex.

Hopping out of the boat carrying the new information in her head, (Y/N) shoves her hands in her pockets, reaching Anton Mogart’s place.

“You’re quick to get here, on the hurry?” Bek welcomes her as (Y/N) smirks. “You know I’m never late, Bek.”

“Always the punctual one.” He said. “You’re not about to be the only one here tonight., I’ve heard Layla was coming too.”

Oh?

This was new, what would she want with an already sold sarcophagus? Not like she’d be able to steal it and sold it like she does. Now, this was going to be a complicated night.

As for (Y/N), Layla was her old flame. Meeting once in an auction for a special artifact, the two built a thick tension in the air as they fought to raise the bid, not wanting to give the artifact to the other and vice versa.

Though in the end, the artifact went to–

(Y/N)’s hands. Layla was... disappointed to say the least, throwing glares at her as (Y/N) playfully teased her about her own victory.

But that disappointment soon turned to shock as (Y/N) offered Layla to have a drink with her as (Y/N) was captivated by her entirely, not just because of how elegant and fierce she looked; it was also the way she refused to back down. And that ignited a spark in her.

A drink turned to a one too many, then (Y/N) found herself kissing her. She tasted sweet, maybe it was because of the alcohol, or maybe it’s the way her perfume stuck to her like a tattoo.

Who knew just from that night could bloom such an interesting relationship?

The two then became acquainted with one another, founding themselves having lunch together whenever they could, or (Y/N) taking her to some fancy restaurant for dinner.

It went on for almost a year and a half, but their bond was just too good to be true.

(Y/N) almost forgot the reason why they broke up, maybe it was from the sudden long distance they had to do with regarding their job, or was it that they progressively didn’t have time for each other as Sekhmet got in the way?

But one thing’s for sure. (Y/N) never really moved on and Sekhmet knew that.

As she reminisced, she didn’t notice Bek waiting for her response as he stared at her. “Sorry, what’s that again?”

“I said how’s life for you now? Still bidding on the black market?”

She shakes her head, ridding it of Layla as she responded, crossing her arms, her odd ring on her hand glinting under the bright lights.

“It never stops, does it?” She asked. “Probably could build a whole museum for those artifacts you’ve got, huh?” He chuckled. “Hmm. I might.” She joked along.

Bek nods before looking at (Y/N). “Mr. Mogart will be with you shortly, excuse me.”

As Bek left her for a few minutes, she watched as Anton played in his backyard as horses ran around, spraying sand.

‘He’s taking too long, we need to move fast’ You turn and see Sekhmet in all her glory, holding her scepter, a couple feet taller than you in her red dress armor, her head took in a form of a lioness, her eyes in slits.

“Do you suggest we just straight up steal it? “ (Y/N) sarcastically said, eyes glued to Anton who was smirking as he blocked a hit.

She could feel Sekhmet’s eyes on her as Sekhmet let out a scoff of annoyance. ‘I just might’

“No, we’re not going to do that.” (Y/N) glanced back at her for a second as she turned back.

‘Well, well, look at what we have here’ Sekhmet suddenly said, interest filling her honeyed voice.

(Y/N) raises her eyebrows then she decided to look back again, and she could feel her heart jump out of its place.

There she was, Layla, smiling and greeting Bek. Her eyes were also quick to catch the man behind her. (Y/N) knitted her eyebrows together, she couldn’t place her finger on it, but she noticed how he stared at her. ‘My, my, is that who I think it is?’

“She’s here...” (Y/N) said under her breath. It didn’t seem like much time had passed, Layla still looked beautiful with her hair tied up, a beautiful gold accessory hung around her neck as she smiled.

“Just in time, Layla.” Bek greeted, shaking her hand. “I’ve got someone who also seems to be interested in what you’re looking for.” Bek said, jerking his head to the side as Layla looked.

Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets as her eyes widened. Thankfully, you were looking away, she found herself turning back around, looking down, pulling a few strands of her hair to hide half of her face. “Why is she…” Layla sighs. She certainly wasn’t expecting you at this time.

“Yeah, I see that.” Layla breathed out, managing to restore her composure. “Alright, Mr. Mogart will attend to you soon, for the while, why don’t you go up the side and watch?” Bek suggested before nodding and walking away.

“No, no, that’s the least I want to do right now.” Layla said, shaking her head. “Why? What’s wrong? Who’s she?” Marc asked, staring at the person watching the game. “It’s a long story.” Layla said, rubbing her temples. “Guessing you know her?” He spoke.

“Yeah, Yes, I do. Let’s just say we go way back.” She answered.

A few moments passed, before Bek approached them again, smiling. “Mr. Mogart will see you now, come.”

Layla and Marc looked at each other, nodding before sticking to their alibi.

Just as they were about to walk in, (Y/N) was already inside, talking with Anton.

“Pleasure seeing you here.” Anton said, giving her a smile, shaking her hand. “Cut the formalities, Anton, it’s not like we haven’t seen each other before.” She laughed, until two people drew closer from her peripheral vision.

“Layla, nice to see you here.” Anton turned to Layla, greeting her before pausing, looking at Layla and her. “Hold on,” Anton was about to say something when (Y/N) gave him a sharp glare, a slight shake of her head, Anton nods knowingly. Layla caught the interaction; it was enough to make her palms sweaty and had her biting the inside of her cheek. She wipes her palms on her pants before shaking Anton’s hand. “Yeah, thank you for meeting us on such short notice.”

“No problem,” he says, turning around. “Come with me.”

Doing what you were told, you walk upon a lit pyramid whilst listening to Anton speak about his love for collecting historic things, inside held Senfu’s sarcophagus.

“Now, why the sudden interest in this?” He asked, turning to face all of you again.

“Mm…I think it would look nice in my property.” (Y/N) joked, shifting her weight to the other leg, chuckling. Anton shakes his head, before turning to Layla.

Layla, however, had her eyes on (Y/N), but she glanced at Marc, and at Anton. “We thought-“ Anton cut her off, raising a hand and pointing at Marc. “Wanna hear it from your husband.”

Husband?!

(Y/N) blinked a few too times rapidly, looking at them.

‘Oh, this is good’ Sekhmet appeared from the side.

Since when did Layla get a husband?

‘Hold on, I recognize that man,’ Sekhmet says, tilting her lioness head at Marc.

“Well who’s he..?” (Y/N) whispered as the man tried to explain his reason. ‘Khonshu’s avatar, Marc’

Her expression morphed into a surprised one. Khonshu was here as well? “How’d- what is he even doing here?” Sekhmet gripped her staff before responding, ‘It’s one of two scenarios, either they’re an accomplice or they want to stop Harrow’

“Can- can we just take a look inside?” Layla said, saving Marc. Anton looked at her, skeptical. Bek also approached, staring weirdly at them. “I’ll want to take a look as well.” (Y/N) piped up, making everyone look at her. “What? Can’t I look with them?”

Anton shakes his head, moving to the side and extending his arm. “Be my guest.”

All three nod in thanks, then they went inside.

(Y/N) stared at Layla and Marc as they whispered to one another, but she can just make out a few words as they subtly trace the texts on the sarcophagus.

“Okay, so what’s happening here?” She asked.

Layla and Marc stared at her. “It’s… a long story, I think Sekhmet would understand.”

She tilted her head, hoping there was more time for them to inspect the sarcophagus. “Tell me.”

In that timeframe, Layla somehow managed to say everything in a summarized form, but she still didn’t say anything about Marc, which (Y/N) made a mental note of, but she did say he was Khonshu’s avatar. Now, (Y/N) was proven the point that they wanted to stop Harrow, and what was her original idea, she found herself teaming up with them.

“Alright,” Marc looked at (Y/N) and at Layla. “I gotta talk to Steven, buy me some time?”

Layla nods, looking at (Y/N) for her confirmation. She nods, confused but nonetheless following, Layla and (Y/N) left the pyramid, meeting back with Anton and Bek.

“Surprising to see you guys not together anymore.” Anton spoke.

(Y/N) and Layla glanced at each other. Yeah, it was a while. But tonight had reminded (Y/N) of how she missed Layla, it hadn’t occurred yet until Layla talked with her inside the pyramid a few moments ago, a rush of overwhelming feelings suddenly flooded her, but (Y/N) knew now wasn’t the time to get distracted, although she still longed for her.

Unbeknownst to (Y/N), Layla missed her and felt the same as well, there was nothing wrong with it since she made up her mind with Marc, finish the mission then they can go their separate ways. But it was different with (Y/N).

“It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” Layla spoke, smiling, efficiently buying time for Marc. “Yeah, it has.” (Y/N) responded. “I sense some tension here.” Anton said, staring at the two. “No hard feelings?”

Layla and (Y/N) stared at each other, there were a lot to unpack, but from an outsiders point of view, they looked to be solemn without one another, and that seeing each other again made a certain spark in their eyes.

“No- Well, I hope not.” (Y/N) spoke, staring at her. The edge of Layla’s lips curl into a smile. “Hmm… none.”

“What’s he doing?” Bek suddenly asked, making Anton look at Marc, still inside the pyramid, Marc was gesturing everywhere, nodding, and pointing.

“He’s uh… praying.” Layla says, staring at Marc.

That reason didn’t seem acceptable as things escalated quickly, now there was a gun pointed at Marc as he knelt on the floor. “Anton, you don’t want to do this.” (Y/N) said, her hands raised. “I don’t want to, but your friend here was getting a bit too close.” He spoke.

Layla shakes her head. “Just- let us go.”

“I’m afraid I can’t,” Anton says, but then another man approached him, whispering in his ear. “Funny, seems like we have another guest.” Anton continued, stepping outside. (Y/N), Layla, and Marc all turn their heads to see who it was.

And speak of the devil there was he.

Arthur Harrow, walking towards where they were.

Layla and Marc stared at each other while (Y/N) stared Harrow down as he walked.

Now Harrow was talking about some kind of common ground between all of them.

“(Y/N), snooping into business but ran into a much more complicated deal.” Harrow looked at her, taking a second to glance at Layla before returning his gaze on her. “Layla, seems you have caught yourself with the two people that matters to you most.” Layla looked down, biting the inside of her cheek, not letting Harrow get to her head. “One hides a far deeper secret concerning past wounds, however the other stays only true, but troublesome.” Harrow continued, now looking at Marc.

Marc shook his head, muttering under his breath. “You piece of shit.”

Harrow ignores him, facing Anton. (Y/N) knew something was about to happen the minute Harrow raised his cane.

‘Take your chance now, do it’ Sekhmet said, (Y/N) gazing at her on the far end of where Harrow came through.

(Y/N) strokes the ring on her hand with her thumb, moving her gaze towards Harrow when he starts chanting, purple mist swirling to life.

‘What are you waiting for?!’ Both Sekhmet and Khonshu said to Marc and (Y/N) separately.

Marc found himself looking at Khonshu as the air began to pick up its pace.

‘We’ve got enough power we need as she’s there, she’s Sekhmet’s avatar’ Khonshu said, referring to (Y/N).

Marc found himself staring at (Y/N), she too looked unsure.

(Y/N) watched as the sarcophagus was wrecked, followed by Harrow walking away, sparing one last glance at them.

“Hey, he’s gone, where is he?” One of the men shouted, their guns aimed.

Both (Y/N) and Layla look up.

She took it as a sign.

(Y/N) felt the power course through her as she summoned her own suit, tugging her other hand as her ring elongated into a spear, sharp that it shined.

She then acted fast as Marc swooped down, downing two other men while (Y/N) dealt with the other.

She mercilessly whipped her spear, cutting clean on their chest as they got knocked down. A few shots were given, (Y/N) holding her arm up, letting the blade ricochet from her arm brace, she ducked and rolled, hitting her spear under the man’s legs, letting him fall.

Bunch of screams were heard outside the area, people taking shelter as shots echoed throughout.

Marc was busy fighting with another one of Anton’s men when duplicate round of shots unexpectedly rained on the three from the other side of the fence.

(Y/N), thinking quick, ran and shielded herself in front of Layla, grabbing her arm and pulling her close behind her as the brace on her arm turned into a shield that almost fit both of them.

Layla let out a gasp of breath, staring at (Y/N) while Marc threw daggers at them, dodging the shots.

Layla and her looked at each other. “Buy me some time.” Layla said.

(Y/N) stared at her for a few seconds before nodding. “We can do that. Go, I’ll cover you.”

“Marc! We need to give her more time!” (Y/N) shouted as she covered her, Marc nodded before spinning and throwing a few more daggers, effectively hitting the row of Anton’s men.

Layla went inside the pyramid again while (Y/N) decided tk bell out Marc, hopping over the fence as she fought again, moving swiftly with her spear in hand.

She effectively downed a few men, sustaining a kick to the stomach and a few punches, even a few bullets to the chest, which ricocheted.

“(Y/N)! Layla!” Marc said as he was surrounded, unable to free himself just yet.

(Y/N)’s gaze snapped to where Layla was, and sure enough she was battling Bek.

She found herself running towards them.

They were in the middle of fighting when Bek pulled out a knife and tried lunging at Layla. (Y/N) rushed in, tackling Bek out of Layla’s way.

“Go!” She said as Layla picked the pieces from the sarcophagus. (Y/N) was suddenly kicked, letting herself stumble on the ground on her back as Bek ran towards Layla to stop her, grabbing her hair and forcefully tugging her back.

Layla screamed, reaching up to Bek’s arm to stop him. (Y/N) rushed again, landing a punch onto Bek’s face, making him let go of her.

Marc was still being surrounded as he tried his best to defend himself, hearing Steven in him.

(Y/N) dealt with Bek as Layla stored the pieces in her pockets, making sure not to miss any piece.

“He needs your help.” Layla said, looking at Marc.

“On it.” And (Y/N) was running again, offering Marc some aid, taking down those around him as he had one on his hands.

“Alright time out! That’s it! Time out, time out!” (Y/N) heard someone scream in an English accent, moving her gaze towards where Marc was, only it was now a man in a white suit, his arms raised in surrender. What on earth?

“Let’s all calm down, yeah?” He kept saying.

Being distracted, she didn’t even notice someone coming behind her.

“Let’s all chill the F out and-“

“Marc, look out!” (Y/N) said, but then it was too late as both of them were impaled by a spear.

Steven gasped for breath as the spear effortlessly went through him, followed by many more. “Take the body Marc, take the body Marc!” He said in regret, giving the body to Marc.

(Y/N) gasped, feeling something lodged through her. Breaking off the half that was in front of her, she grunted as she pulled out the other end on her back, angry.

Summoning her spear, she spun it before hurling her spear at the man, letting the sharpest edge pierce through him.

She glanced at Marc, watching as his suit was back, fighting the men coming at him.

(Y/N) glances at Layla, seeing her exiting the pyramid, grabbing a gun and was headed straight at them.

(Y/N) still fought as Layla fired a shot at one riding a horse, but then Layla was suddenly hit by a spear, sending her to ground.

She looked up to find that it was Anton.

The four of them were in the field, Layla being in the middle a few feet away from Marc and Anton while (Y/N) was parallel with Layla from a few feet away.

Then they started running at each other.

“Grab her!” Marc shouted as (Y/N) ran and jumped, taking Layla with her as they rolled a few feet away.

Marc now fought with Anton, but he managed to escape.

Layla and (Y/N) caught their breaths as they both held themselves up, Marc nearing.

“You okay?” Marc asked Layla. She nods. “Yeah, yeah.”

“Have you got everything together?” (Y/N) asked her. Layla nods, tapping her pockets. “Its right here.”

“What do we do now?” Marc asked.

“We need to find a car.” Layla said, clutching her shoulder as it felt a little sore.

“Alright. Let’s go.”

After taking their bags and walking a few miles away, the trio found themselves in a car rental.

Layla and (Y/N) leaned on the wall, resting their bodies as Marc talked with the person in charge.

“So, your husband, huh?” (Y/N) said, staring at Marc.

“It was for the alibi, we’re long gone.” Layla said, looking at (Y/N).

(Y/N) made somewhat a surprised face as her eyebrows raised. “Oh... So you two became..?”

“Yeah, we became together, even planned on marrying but then, a lot happened...” She says, “But I’m sure of one thing and that’s we’re only doing this to save the world.”

(Y/N) nodded, sure it made her feel something different inside, but who was she to complain? But the thought of her marrying someone else left a place in her head.

“But, you... Where have you been? I think we haven’t seen each other since...” Layla trailed off, staring at the ground. The last thing she remembered was looking her in the face as they said their farewells to each other in a busy street in Spain.

“Spain...yeah, I remember.” (Y/N) let out a breath. “Times changed surely... I’ve been doing the same thing as you, until Sekhmet and I found out about what Harrow was doing then I knew I just had to do something.” She spoke.

Layla battled in her mind, but the latter won as she cupped her hand in hers, making them look at each other like nothing happened between them. “You’re doing the right thing.”

(Y/N) found her eyes scanning Layla’s face, eyes trailing down to her nose, to her lips. She blinked, fearing she might caught her. But it looks like Layla did, but never let it known.

“Thank you for saving my life back there.” She said.

“You’re welcome.” (Y/N) replied, suddenly finding her mind empty as she relished the feeling of Layla’s hand touching hers. Her hand seemed to have a mind of its own as her pinky finger slowly intertwined itself with hers.

“Whatever Harrow said back there, he knew you mattered to me. Its true.” Layla uttered abruptly.

“Wh-“

“I’m sorry, just disregard whatever I said.” Layla chuckled dryly, her hand retracting although she didn’t want to let go just yet, but she didn’t know how (Y/N) felt, she wasn’t supposed to be risking anything when they’ve just seen each other again.

(Y/N), however, grabbed her hand as Layla tried pulling away, standing straight from leaning against the cold wall.

“Layla, its fine, you matter to me too, you know.. It never changed.” She smiled sheepishly.

Layla felt her heart pound. And she found the edges of her lips curling into a smile. A heartfelt one.

“Whatever happens next, I’ll help you guys out. Consider me your personal shield.” (Y/N) joked, which earned a laugh from Layla.

“You never changed,” Layla responded. “Never knew how much I missed tha-“

“So, anyone want to go into the desert?” Marc walked towards them, keys jingling in hand. This led to the pair letting go of their hands, fixing themselves, avoiding each other as if they’ve been caught doing something unacceptable.

Marc looked at the both of them, waiting for a response.

“I could use a night drive.” (Y/N) said, looking at Layla and Marc with a smile.

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guzmagang · 2 years ago

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Dried Mushroom: Do Not Drink

heyyyyyyyy this started as me being being in @r0-boat ‘s ask box and I wrote it. Planning on doing a part two. This is also posted on my AO3, nasabasa

I’ll come back and fix formatting when I’m on my laptop

Content-Trigger warnings: drugging, kidnapping, manipulation/gaslighting, volo is not a nice man

reblogs greatly appreciated | kofi tips greatly appreciated

"Ah- there's my favorite customer!"

I jump, turning without a thought to face the voice--

"Hello, Volo," I sigh, my blood rushing in my ears starting to soften as the prospect of something dangerous around me leaves my thoughts.

"Out late tonight, are we?"

Volo smiles down at me, his look always a bit bewildered, the dim but illuminated night only reflecting a psychotic grey.

"I meant to head back to a camp earlier but time got away from me," I politely laugh, crossing my arms over myself; the chill of the night making itself known as my hair raises on my skin.

"Ah, that's understandable," Volo relaxes a little, his gaze a bit less intense, "I have set up my own camp for tonight, would you like to accompany me?"

He looks deranged right now but it's better than an alpha tearing us apart.

"Sure," I smile, his hand outstretched to take my own- taking his and immediately being led along.

"I'm afraid the path is a bit muddy, do tell me if you start to get dirtied up."

I hum in response, his hand notably warm as I subconsciously squeeze it, the night chilly and calm. The mud is very real, sticking to my shoes in an uncomfortable weight; the coolness of night just enough to make the mud a bit more unbearable, the chill seeping through to my feet.

"This mud is horrible," I quietly grumble, trudging my feet along, following his steps in an attempt to not sink too far into the mud.

"I have no idea what has made it so unbearable around here," Volo comments, stopping ahead of me, "How bad are your shoes?"

"They're... not great."

"Here."

Volo pulls me closer to him, the mud getting deeper than before- picking me up and holding me against his chest.

"Like a bride."

That is the creepiest thing you could have said in this situation.

I shoot him a look, meeting his exposed eye- a laugh leaving him.

"I'm teasing."

The not-so-great noise of the trudging through mud is one of the only sounds as Volo tightly holds me, his grip strong and sure.

"You didn't need to do this..."

"I can't have you getting sick from a chill, now can I?" Volo notes, softly glancing at me.

I hum, resting my head against his shoulder without thinking as my eyes slip shut.

"Has your research been going well?" Volo asks.

"I... Yeah, it has," I sigh, exasperated.

"Hmm, that's not your normal tone; what's the matter?"

"Do you know me that well now?"

"I would say so, now answer me."

I open my eyes, watching the trees move past us--

This camp is pretty far away.

"I just don't... really want to do it. I do it because I have to, you know? I'm doing it so I can live comfortably, not because I want to."

Volo knowingly hums, readjusting me in his arms.

"I completely understand; what would you do instead of this?"

"I haven't given it much thought..." I trail off, catching myself to think for a moment.

What would I do?

"I think I would like to just.. live, you know? Having a library, maybe a garden, taking care of myself and my pokemon... I think that would sound nice."

Volo hums in agreement, his grip on me tightening.

"Do you enjoy staying in Jubilife?"

"Well. I wouldn't say it's bad, but I don't like really... being around people," I admit.

Volo hums again, glancing down at me and meeting my gaze for a moment; there is something that Volo is always hiding, it feels, but it feels more dubious than normal- perhaps the customer service persona is wearing off for tonight.

"We're almost there."

I close my eyes again, deeply sighing as I relax against him; a twinge of anxiousness in my chest from the newfound intimacy of the situation.

"Here."

I open my eyes as Volo sets me down, sitting me down on a cloth as he kneels before me, taking off my muddied shoes.

"Make sure you stay close to the fire."

I nod as he turns his attention back to other matters, my own mind wandering as a sleepiness settles on me.

"Are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah... well, just. Tired."

"Understandable."

A blanket startles me as it rests on my shoulders, Volo adjusting it to wrap around me.

"Volo?”

"Hm?”

“Could I just... rant to you, for a moment?"

"Of course," Volo smiles at me, returning to the pot of water on the fire.

"I'm really emotionally tired over being physically tired; I can always sit down and take a second to breathe, but I can't get out of my own head to relax."

I pause as I look up, Volo offering me a cup.

"Tea?"

I rest the tea in my lap, the warmth of the cup soothing my chilled hands, Volo sitting beside me.

"Continue."

"I'm just really tired of doing everything for everyone. I don't want to sound greedy or like a jerk, but I never feel like I get to do stuff for me. I'm always working. I suppose that's how you are as well."

"I can definitely say I understand the sentiment."

I pause for a moment, contemplating on his tone; his voice changed from the overly friendly smile tainted tone to a more relaxed one, his voice a little deeper and raspy.

"I really just don't want to work just to survive, although that does seem to be the option presented…

I want to be taken care of, I guess. Not dependent, but I don't have to be so self-sufficient. I want someone I can lean on and have with me.

I am getting very tired of being a strong independent woman and I want to simply be a rock."

Volo laughs, taking a sip of his tea, his smile still not leaving his face for a moment.

"I think you should be able to desire a more relaxed life; Mistress Cogita certainly is self-sufficient while not working herself to death."

"Yeah but I'm convinced she's a witch."

Volo laughs again, leaning a little closer to me.

"She might be but don't tell anyone else I told you that."

I giggle, finally taking a sip of my tea.

"This is really good, Volo," I quietly praised him, our closeness sinking in.

"Thank you; I hope it warms you up enough."

I hum in response, his shoulder resting against mine.

"I guess I just feel a little worn down, a little tired of everything that doesn't appreciate me back."

"Mhmm," Volo takes a sip of his tea, "I know for a fact you shouldn't have to work yourself to death to live; you, of all people, should enjoy life for what you can make of it."

I blush at the directness, turning my gaze away from him.

"I mean it; you're one of the bravest, strongest people in all of Hisui and I'm sure it feels like the world is on your shoulders, doesn't it?"

I nod.

Volo moves closer to me, carefully pulling me to him, careful of the tea.

"You should be allowed to have a warm home with someone who loves you. You shouldn't have to pick survival for that to happen."

A wave of vulnerability crashes into me, a quiet sniffle escaping me.

"I'm sure your pokemon would enjoy a break too."

I nod, unable to trust in the stability of my voice, leaning against Volo.

"Oh come here, hand me your tea; it's alright, I have you," He quietly soothes me, holding me against his chest as I bury my face into the fabric of the coat.

"You would enjoy having someone to share dinner with, wouldn't you? Someone to hold you when your body is too tired for its own bones."

I nod against him, one of his hands gently cradling my head.

"I promise you there is someone."

I hopelessly hum, Volo readjusting me to sit on his lap properly, gently stroking my hair.

"How about you finish your tea? Perhaps that'll help you a little."

Volo hands me my tea as he readjusts me- again- to face the fire, his front against my back in a comforting weight and heat. I sip on the tea as I slowly relax against Volo, his hands naturally wrapping around me and holding me against him, a sleepy haze finding home in my head.

I jump as lips touch my ear, Volo firmly holding me against him as he softly kisses my ear.

"Oh don't worry, dear. I have you."

"Volo- what are you-"

"Have you finished your tea yet? It really doesn't need to get cold."

He's right.. right?

I hum, continuing to drink the tea as I pull my legs to me, trying to keep my warmth to myself as Volo continues to hold me, effectively trapping me with him.

"Thank you," I smile, lightly slurring my words together-

You're not this tired, what's going on?

"Volo?..."

"Yes, dear?"

I nonsensically hum as I try to wiggle out of his grasp, his grip lessening.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I... I don't wan-na ..be here," I stumble, trying to shake the tiredness away-

You were never this tired- what did he give you-

"Darling, don't say things like that," Volo coos, standing and following my unsuccessful stumbling.

"What-did- did you do--to me?"

"I didn't do anything, dearest,"

"Stop-calling.. me that."

I shakily walk forward, trying to identify his footprints leading to the camp-

"You told me that's what you liked being called," Volo pathetically says, hurt.

"I.. No?"

The sounds around me mesh together for a moment of panicked blur, the environment surrounding simply blurring together into nonsensical shapes-

A hand suddenly grabbing me, roughly pulling me backwards- landing against Volo as a hand covers my mouth.

"There's an alpha nearby, you know."

I squeal, trying to thrash against an iron grip as he lifts me up, covering my mouth with a sure hand.

"Now now, don't make me gag you."

My clothes burn against my skin as I continue jerking, Volo effortlessly carrying me to his mat, gently laying me down whilst pinning me down.

"I really didn't want to bruise your pretty skin, darling."

I scream as his hand leaves my mouth, his irritated growl not escaping me as his hand wraps around my throat.

"Do that again and I kill you."

A weak sob leaves me as I go limp against the mat, his strength outmatching my own.

"Now now, I didn't want to do that," Volo coos, his hand cupping my face.

"I'm-sorry," I slur, tears blurring my vision more than before, "I'll be-good- don't-hurt me."

"Darling, I have never hurt you," He places a kiss on my cheek, "I promised you that a long time ago, remember?"

Remember?

"N-no..."

Volo sighs as he straddles me, his touch gentle and knowing.

"Your memory has been getting the best of you recently, but I'm here to take care of you, alright?"

I nod.

"Good; I hope one of the clan members didn't drug you, I have no idea how you could be acting like this otherwise."

Tears stream off of my face, my gut twisting in confusion and betrayal-

What's going on?

"Oh goodness," Volo wipes away my tears with his thumbs, "How about we go home? It's always more comfortable to sleep with you, dear."

I nod.

"Just relax... I'll carry you home."

I nod.

A whimper escapes me as I readjust, my body heavy against the bedding.

"There you are," Volo's voice soothes me, his hands running down my arms, "Is this better?"

I weakly nod, not opening my eyes as I try to snuggle closer to the warmth beside me.

"Your Pokémon are very worried; I had to give them a supply of berries to calm them down," Volo quietly says, his breath tickling my neck.

I moan, I think.

"I'll be here until you wake up, darling."

mhmm.

"Volo?"

"Good morning, darling."

What?

I blink slowly, letting reality set in for a moment, the sun streaming into a window onto the floor in front of me.

"Would you like me to close the curtains?"

"What's going on?"

"We're home, darling."

"What are you talking about?" I breathlessly ask, pulling myself up in the bed.

Volo looks over at me, a warmth in his gaze that could be mistaken for fire, letting itself make its mark in my soul.

"I brought you home last night; I hate to say it, but I believe you could have been drugged."

I groan, rubbing my forehead for a moment, memories falling but out of their places, not quite making sense but not wrong enough to dispute.

"I don't feel good..."

Volo hums, pulling the curtain halfway shut, coming to the edge of the bed and sitting beside me.

"How about you lay down and I'll bring you some tea?"

"I don't think I can stomach anything," I groan, his hand on my shoulder pushing me down to the mattress again, "Why didn't you take me to jubilife?"

"Because, you've told me multiple times that it's too crowded for you, how it's too noisy, so I brought you here."

Did I?

"Okay..."

Volo readjusts the blankets, pulling them up enough to cover me again, a weight at my foot alarming me.

"What's-"

"Your Pokémon were very worried about you, dear, so I brought them out so they could watch you."

right...

"Now, I do need to go to work, but I have food and supplies here for you. You do need to rest today, alright?"

"What about survey work?.."

Volo chuckles, stroking my hair,

"You don't need to worry about that, darling," He whispers close to my ear- a gentle kiss startling me.

"We aren't together, Volo.."

"Yes, we are."

His tone is pointed, cutting sharply through the peace.

"Are we?..."

"Yes, darling; I do hope whatever you ingested doesn't hurt you any further. It pains me to hear those things."

Volo gently kisses my cheek, stroking my hair,

"I need to go now, I love you, darling."

what?

"Darling? Why didn't you say it back?" Volo painfully asks after a pregnant silence.

"I love you, too," I say after a moment, his finger gently tilting up my chin, my eyes opening again to meet his.

"Be good today; I'll try to be home early, alright?" His gaze is gentle as he looks down at me nodding. He smiles, pecking my lips softly. His touch leaves me as my eyes slip shut again, his footsteps distant as he leaves, the Pokémon at my feet readjusting;

Just rest now. He has you..

#volo #volo x reader #pokémon volo #pokémon weilder volo #pokémon legends arceus #pla #tw manipulation #tw drugging #tw kidnapping #tell me if I need to add any more tw

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lotusss-flowerbomb · 4 years ago

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Nice To Meet You

Bucky x Wilson!reader

Warnings: 18+, Smut (duh, so kids go home.), Godzilla Vs Kong spoiler

A/N: I’m trying to get back to it. I’m so rusty, so please bear with me. 😩

Also, this story has unprotected sex. Remember that this is just fiction and if he ain’t got no rubber then he can’t be your lover.

Word Count: 3,554 (My bad.)

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You pulled into the driveway of the home you shared with your older siblings and nephews. You popped the trunk before getting out in preparation to get the many groceries you'd just bought.

You were bent over in the trunk when you heard a man's voice.

"Excuse me?" He called out.

You stopped what you were doing and turned to him. "Yes?"

"Hi, I'm looking for Sam Wilson, does he live here?" He asked.

"Yes, he does, but he isn't here right now." You answered.

"Oh okay, um, I'm —" he started.

"I know who you are," you interrupted him. I'm Y/N Wilson."

"I didn't know Sam was married," he said shocked.

You turned around and pulled a case of water from the trunk and gave it to him. Then sat another on top of it.

"I'm not Sam's wife. I'm his youngest sister." You told him and hooked bags onto his arms. "This way," you led him to the large porch and into the house.

You walked him into the kitchen where he set everything down, thanked him and pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge for him.

"I didn't know Sam had a sister. It's nice to meet you," he reached out to shake your hand.

You grabbed the gloved hand and shook it.

"Sam won't be back until tomorrow. He and Sarah went to get supplies for the boat a few towns over and they’re staying the night."

"Sam has a boat?" He asked, confused.

"What exactly do you know about my brother?"

"Not much, I guess," he shrugged.

"Wow, a man risks his life and has to go on the run for two years because of you and you couldn't take the time to ask him about his life or family?" You raised your brow at him.

"Okay, I deserved that," he agreed.

"Mmm hmm," you turned to put the groceries away.

"Uh, I'll come back tomorrow when Sam's here."

"How'd you get here? I didn't see a car out there."

"I kind of walked from the bus station," he scratched the back of his neck.

"And where are you staying?" You followed up.

"I'm good at figuring those things out."

"Right," you rolled your eyes. "You can stay here tonight. I have to meet my brother and sister at the docks tomorrow and we can just ride up together."

"Oh, no, I don't want to impose. I'll be fine." He insisted.

"Have you eaten?" You asked.

His stomach decided to growl loudly at that moment. It wasn't exactly unusual for Bucky to forget to eat.

"I'm gonna fry some fish for lunch. The guest room is the third room on the left upstairs. You can put your things in there. Also, lose the gloves. You don't have to hide who you are here."

Bucky smiled at your back and followed your instructions. He looked at all of the family photos on the wall as he made his way to the room.

He felt bad for the twinge of jealousy in the pit of his stomach at how happy you all looked. He wished he still had photos of his family to look back on.

Bucky put his bag on the big plush bed and changed his shirt. He was happy you said he didn't have to hide who he was there. It was hot as hell with those gloves on.

********

When he returned to the kitchen you were already outside lighting up the deep fryer.

"Anything I can help with?" He asked when he walked out onto the deck.

"Absolutely, you can make the salad," you handed him the ingredients and a knife.

The two of you worked in silence until you were finished and sat down to eat.

"Thank you for letting me stay here," he finally said.

"Of course, you're Sam's friend."

"I don't know about friends. More like coworkers," he laughed.

"Wow, is that a smile? You should do it more often. It's nice." You suggested.

Bucky turned red. He couldn't remember when he was complimented last for a non violent act.

"So, why are you here, Mr. Barnes?"

"Just needed to talk to Sam about some things and you can call me Bucky."

"I hope you aren't here to talk to him about the shield. We tried to talk him out of it at first, but he made a decision and just like the rest of us, you need to respect that."

"He gave it away," he said with an attitude.

"Actually, he didn't. He put it away, there's a difference. And maybe if you tried to understand his choices instead of having an attitude about it, you'd understand why he did what he did." You matched his fire.

"Either way, I'm taking it back, because he deserves it. He's the only one who should have it."

"I agree, but I won't let you give him anymore shit about what he felt was right."

"I thought Sam was the superhero in this family?" He asked sarcastically.

"Yeah, Sam protects the world and I protect Sam. You should be happy you're talking to me and not Sarah though, she would've punched you by now," you got up and took your empty plate inside.

Bucky chuckled and watched as you walked away. His intention wasn't to come there and talk about the shield, but he still admired the way you had your brother's back.

When you walked back out you had two drinks in your hands. You sat one down in front of him and went to your chair.

"What's this?" He asked, looking at the red and orange drink.

"A tequila sunrise. Heavy on the tequila," you sipped from your straw.

"You know I can't get drunk, right?"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, the serum speeds up my metabolism, so I can't get drunk," he shrugged as he took a huge gulp.

"I'm sure that sucks."

"You have no idea."

You sat outside and talked until the sun went down and then you went inside to clean up the kitchen. You washed dishes while Bucky dried them off and put them away.

Bucky's phone was sitting on the table when you first heard the familiar dating app notification sound. You ignored it, but by the third time you finally asked if he was gonna check it.

"It's probably no one," he said.

"No one? You're getting matches like crazy. Let's see if they're any good," you picked up the phone.

"What? No, absolutely not." He took the phone from you.

"Why not? You could potentially find the love of your life out here," you sat down and patted the seat of the chair next to you.

He finally gave in and sat next to you. Bucky opened his dating app and the two of you looked through his potential baes. He was swiping left on most of them so quick that you had to stop him.

"You're not even reading their bios. Give it a chance, jeez."

He slowed down a bit.

"Melissa, likes long walks on the beach and playing in the mud? Next." He swiped.

"Ooh, she's cute. Ella, an aspiring model who loves comedy. And look at that, her favorite movie is Robocop," you bit your lip to hold in your laugh.

"You're worse than Sam," he said annoyed and put his phone away. “And it’s Robocop 3. That’s like the worst one.”

"Oh come on, Bucky, give her a chance she has two dogs!" You laughed.

"I'm more of a cat guy actually," he said.

"You're adorable," you continued laughing, “let's go watch a movie," you put your hand out for him to grab and led him into the front room.

You turned on the TV and scrolled through for something to watch and finally settled on Godzilla Vs Kong figuring the action would be fun.

"Five bucks says Godzilla kicks the crap out of Kong," you said.

"What?? King Kong was first. It's only right that he reigns supreme in this situation," he countered.

"Put up or shut up, Buck," you shrugged.

He pulled the money from his wallet and sat it on the table.

Halfway through the movie you were both talking smack to one another. Bucky hadn't even realized how comfortable he'd become. Your legs were across his lap and he was holding them in place. Casually rubbing circles on your thigh every few minutes.

When Godzilla pinned Kong down and the fight seemed to be over, you jumped up in celebration.

"Yessss!!!! The dinosaur for the winnnn!!" You danced in front of him.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, show off," he chuckled.

You finished the remainder of the movie teasing one another along the way, when it ended you went up to get ready for bed.

*******

Once you were done with your shower you put on your pajamas and went to the guest room to check on Bucky.

He was standing in the window shirtless with his jeans unbuttoned looking out into the dark yard. You stared at his back. Your eyes tracing his entire body.

You shifted your stance as you felt your body starting to react to the sight of him. Your pussy was getting wet causing you to forget why you'd even gone to the room in the first place.

"Everything okay?" You heard his voice break your thoughts.

"Hmm? Um, yeah, I was just coming to make sure you didn't need anything before I went to bed?"

"No, I'm okay, thank you." He smirked. "You know you can just ask whatever you want to know."

You walked further into the room never taking your eyes off where his flesh ended and his metal arm began. You reached up to touch him and he flexed his arm a little causing the plates to shift.

You jumped back slightly before running your finger down the cool metal and then touching the scar he had.

"Does it hurt?" You asked quietly.

"Not anymore, but I still remember the pain," he answered.

"You're a nice guy, Bucky and I really wish that this never had to happen to you. Although, I can't lie and say that I don't think it's really cool." You ran your fingers over the metal again.

He took your chin in between his fingers and redirected your gaze to his eyes. He's wanted to kiss you since lunch and has been doing his best to hold back out of respect for his friend.

"Can I kiss you?" He said barely above a whisper.

You didn't even answer, just pressed your lips to his. The kiss was needy. You'd both been craving each other all day. He let his hands fall to the small of your back and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Bucky picked you up and was leading you over to the bed when you could hear your phone ringing in the other room. You broke the kiss and he lowered you to the floor.

"Shit!" You ran from the room.

You picked up the phone and saw that it was Sam trying to FaceTime you. You hurried to answer.

"Hey bro!" You said happily.

"What you doing? What took you so long?" He immediately asked.

"I was downstairs when I heard the phone, rudeness," you lied.

Sam just looked at you. He could always tell when you were lying. Even one as small as that. You decided to switch the subject before he asked more questions.

"Hey so guess who stopped by?" You said as you walked down the hall to the other room.

You peeked into the guest room before going in. Bucky had put his shirt back on and stood when he saw you coming in. You stood next to him and put him in the camera.

" Hi, Sam," Bucky said dryly.

It may have seemed like a normal greeting, but he was really annoyed that he'd interrupted a moment he'd built up the courage to have all day.

"Hey, what are you doing in my house Wall-E?" He chuckled.

"I came to talk to you, but you're obviously not here."

"Yeah, I put him up in the guest room for the night and we'll meet you down at the docks tomorrow."

"Alright... You'd better not be getting sweet on my baby sister either," he cut his eyes at Bucky.

"First of all, my sex life is none of your business. Secondly, there is no sweetness." You rolled your eyes. "Where's Sarah?"

"You know she needs an hour long shower before bed just like you," he responded in a snarky tone.

"Well, I'm going to bed, so tell her I said goodnight. I love y'all and we'll see you tomorrow." You said before hanging up.

You put your phone on the charger for the night and when you turned around Bucky was standing at the door.

"Goodness!" You yelled as you pressed a hand to your chest.

He didn't say anything, just rushed over and started kissing you again. This time, even hungrier.

Your tongues met and your body tingled. His hand gripped beneath your thigh as the other held him up.

You broke the kiss to pull his shirt over his head. The few seconds felt like an eternity for Bucky. He never wanted to take his lips off you, but he did once more.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked as he trailed kisses down your body.

He was finally on his knees in front of you. Face in between your thighs.

"I need to hear you say it, doll." He kissed one thigh.

"Yes," you breathed.

"Yes, what?" He kissed the other thigh further down.

"I'm sure, Bucky. I want you. Please," you buried your fingers in his hair.

He licked your clit slowly at first. Taking you all in and tasting your nectar. It had been so damn long since he had such a pretty pussy in his face.

You could hear him moaning as he sucked and slurped on your clit.

"Ooh, fuck baby, yes," you moaned.

Bucky's dick was screaming for release from his jeans. It was pressing hard against the fabric and ready for your touch, but he wasn't done with you just yet.

He spread your thighs wider and stuck his tongue in your tight pussy. He tongue fucked you until you felt your first orgasm approaching. You reached down and started rubbing your clit.

"Yeah, play with that pussy. Good girl," he praised.

You rubbed faster. Bucky stuck his tongue back inside and let you fuck his face some more. Your legs shook and the warm juices flowed onto his tongue. He moved your hand and licked from your hole to your clit.

"Told you I was more of a cat guy," he smiled.

"Shut up and share," you grabbed his face and stuck your tongue out to taste yourself on his lips.

You pushed his pants down and tried to flip him, so you could take him into your mouth, but he wouldn't budge.

"No, need you now," he said as he slowly pushed inside of you. "Fuck," he said in your ear.

He paused. He knew that if he moved he'd embarrass himself for sure, but you were so wet and tight. Fitting him perfectly.

Bucky buried his face in the crook of your neck as he slowly started to move inside of you. Allowing you to adjust to him without hurting you too much.

"You feel so good."

Hearing you say that made him pick up the pace. He rolled his hips faster and pushed your knees to your chest. He wanted you to feel every last inch of him inside of you.

He ripped your night shirt in half and exposed your breasts, watching them jiggle as he slammed into your pussy.

Now he wanted to watch something else jiggle, so he pulled out and turned you on to your stomach. He pulled you up by the waist onto your knees and slid his hard cock back inside of you.

"Fuck me," he demanded as he slapped each of your ass cheeks.

You obliged and threw your ass back on his slick coated dick and he watched your ass bounce in the process. He knew he wasn't going to last long like this.

"That's it, doll, fuck me. I wanna cum in that pretty little mouth of yours." He said.

His words caused you to cum. Your pussy clenched around him so tight and you knew when you heard the soft, "Oh fuck," leave his lips that he was about to explode.

Bucky pulled out of you and stood on the bed. He pumped his warm thickness into your waiting mouth while moaning loudly.

When he was done, you let some of the cum drip from your tongue. He slapped his dick in it and you swallowed the rest.

"Good girl," he dropped to his knees and kissed you roughly.

He fell back onto the bed taking you with him. You laid on his arm and traced his jawline with your finger.

"You're beautiful," he said to you.

"Thank you," you smiled.

"Should I start you another bath?"

"No, I can take one in the morning."

"Good, because I don't want you to leave anyway." He kissed your forehead.

"Get some rest," you told him.

He looked tired and you could tell that he sleeps horribly at night.

Bucky closed his eyes. You waited for a few minutes before going to the bathroom to clean up. When you came back and laid down, he immediately wrapped his arms around you.

You snuggled into his chest and drifted off to sleep.

********

When you awoke the next morning Bucky's arms were still wrapped around you.

"Good morning," he said and planted a kiss on your shoulder.

"How'd you know I was awake?" Your voice still laced with sleep.

"Your breathing changed," he kissed you again.

You could feel his hard cock pressing against your ass. His metal hand traced a cool trail between your breasts and down to your clit.

You spread your legs to give him better access and then your phone started ringing. You rolled eyes when you saw Sam's name. This is the second time he's ruined your moment.

"Hello?" You answered with an attitude.

"Well good morning to you too, sunshine," he said.

"Samuel, it's literally," you looked at your phone for the time, "shit, it's 10am??"

"Yeah, exactly you slept in. Get your butt up."

Bucky didn't care that Sam was on the phone. He slid his fingers inside your pussy and pumped them slowly. Your body quivered beneath his touch.

"I'm getting — I'll call you when we're on the way." You quickly hung up.

Bucky chuckled. He moved his fingers faster inside of you and sucked a nipple into his mouth.

Your orgasm was so close and then he pulled his fingers out. Your eyes popped open and the satisfied smirk on his face let you know that he'd done it on purpose.

"Next time, don't answer the phone, doll." He kissed your lips and walked towards the door. "Oh and don't even think about touching yourself." He said before he disappeared.

He was out of his mind. You quickly grabbed your toy from your drawer and went into the bathroom. You turned on the shower and sucked the vibrator into your mouth to wet it.

You put your foot up on the tub and slowly fucked yourself with the toy. Your eyes were pinched shut and you were so into what you were feeling that you hadn't heard the door open.

Bucky watched as you pleasured yourself. He was turned on by the sight, but pissed, because he told you not to. He walked over and snatched the toy from you. Covering your mouth, so you couldn't scream.

"Now, I remember telling you not to do this, doll." He moved his hand and nipped at your collar bone.

"No, you told me not to touch myself. I used the toy," you said.

"Real cute," he growled.

He put the toy on the counter and walked you into the shower. He got down on his knees and started eating your pussy again.

He should've been punishing you, but instead he was treating himself. Bucky knew in that moment that you were now his addiction.

You gripped his hair while he held on to the leg that was thrown over his shoulder.

"I want to feel you. Please," you begged.

He wanted to deny you, but he simply couldn't. Your wish was his command.

He stood and lifted you up, slowly sliding you down on his hard dick. He was sure to keep you against the wall, so your hair wouldn't get wet.

Bucky fucked into you slowly. Enjoying the feeling of your slick walls. He wanted to stay inside of you forever.

"I'm gonna cum, baby!" You mewled.

You heard him grunt in response. He was close himself and when you tighten your grip around him he exploded inside of you.

You bit his neck as your own orgasm washed over you. He finally let you down and the two of you finished the shower together.

Bucky had no clue how he'd break this news to Sam, but he knew he had to, because there was no way he wanted to ever go without your touch again.

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#Bucky x reader #Bucky Barnes #bucky x you #Smut #marvel smut #marvel fanfic #Avengers #falcon and the winter soldier

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bubblyhoney · 4 years ago

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soundtrack

warnings: sailor language, suggestive themes/mentions of sex, drinking, nicotine use, being tipsy/intoxicated. no graphic or explicit nsfw content besides basically tonguing and giving hickeys and an ass grab.

tags: karl jacobs x fem!reader

words: 1898

A/N: i wrote this thinking that both people in this fic are of drinking age; i’m not, but i thought it would be a cool idea. i can assume many adult gatherings feature alcohol, so yeah. drinking isn’t integral to the plot of this fic. also it is pre-(or post)pandemic bc it’s just a general rule of thumb to not have parties right now.

“Don’t, kill, me,” Karl warbles, setting down his bottle with a sigh. Freaks plays loud and tinny on the TV, album cover bathing those occupying the couch in a grayish light. Those occupants being just you and Karl. The room is lit with purple string lights and that one thrifted lamp with frogs on the shade he’d sworn was the best purchase he’s ever made. You’re sprawled out on the other half of the sofa, ankles crossed and a can of vodka seltzer swaying in your hand. The song changes to 20 Min by Lil Uzi and your foot bounces to the beat.

“What time is it?” You sigh, placing the nearly-empty can onto the coffee table next to your apple berry-flavored pen. He flicks his wrist towards his face.

“2:46,” he delivers, and takes a swig of the Angry Orchard in his hand. His sixth, specifically. The rest of the group had left roughly ten minutes ago, leaving the two loneliest people to drink alone. You, thoroughly tipsy, decided it was better to spend the night on his spare than pay $50 for an Uber. He agreed, of course. Why wouldn’t he?

Lifting onto your elbows, you just stare at him. He lifts an ankle to cross over the other and your eyes drop. What is his fascination with Spongebob socks?

“We should play 20 questions.”

“What?” His head swivels like a bobblehead and a giggle barely escapes your lips.

“20 questions!” You say excitedly, heaving onto your knees to look at him earnestly. “You go first.”

“Um, okay.” The song fades into Paper Planes and he bobs his head to the beat. “What’s your favorite breed of dog?”

“Shiba inu. Are you a virgin?”

The fucking tone of your voice makes him dissolve into giggles, hand pressed to his chest. You just shrug, reaching for the pen in the table. “Fair question, I think,” you say defensively. His chest heaves, but he sits up.

“No—no, I’m not a virgin.” His cheeks are red, but he’s smiling like it was an easy answer. Your mind floods with images of his long hair in your face, long fingers—a sweaty chest. You shake your head. “Okay, my turn,” he continues, giving you a weird look. “would you rather kiss Chucky Cheese or Ronald McDonald?”

“Karl!” You whine. “That is not how 20 Questions works!” You grumpily pull from your pen, blowing the smoke out of the side of your mouth. Eughk. Apple berry sucks.

“Fine, fine,” he sighs, rolling his eyes. The tell-tale guitar chords of The Adults Are Talking floods the room and his face brightens with a new question. “Have you ever been to a concert?”

“Yes, actually. The Jonas Brothers in 2009.” He wrinkles his nose, finishing his cider and dropping it onto the coffee table with a sharp noise. Your eyebrows furrow. “Don’t you dare badmouth my boys.”

“Wasn’t gonna!” He reaches for your pen and you give it to him with a slight pout on your lips that he glances at.

“Good. Where is the weirdest place you’ve had sex?” A grin climbs your lips.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N.” His eyes widen and smoke curls out of his nostrils as he hands your pen back. You just shrug and pick up your discarded seltzer. “Gimme a sec to think.”

“So many places?” You tease, finishing the last drop of your drink and crushing it beneath your palm. He shrugs, mirroring you, and cracks open another cider. He seems to think, brows furrowing, as he pulls a swig from the dark bottle.

“Boat.”

“Boat,” you repeat.

“Yup.” He looks at you, gaze flickering to your lips imperceptibly fast. If you were sober you’d probably notice, but you’re not and you don’t.

“You’ve fucked on a boat?” No way. Karl Jacobs. On a boat. Having sex. What an image—

“Yeah, senior year was great for me.” More Than A Woman fills the space of the silence as you consider this. You blink, processing.

“Whose boat?” You're genuinely curious. Was it a yacht, pontoon, fishing boat? Row boat? The sudden scene of him getting his foot stuck in a fishing net while pantless clouds your vision.

“My girlfriend’s.” And that’s that on that because he’s moving on before you can open your mouth and continue the discussion of the logistics of this. “Stop investigating, perv. Now it’s my turn. Hmm— wait! Where is the weirdest place you have had sex?” A sneaky grin is on his lips and now you just want to kiss him, damn it.

“I-Uh. I think it was under the bleachers. I also had a great senior year,” you offer, scooting forward on your knees so that you’re only a foot from Karl. He looks impressed, actually.

“Who was it?”

Your eyebrow raises in question.

“Personal question or one of the 16 left, Karl?”

His cheeks heat and he looks once to the TV.

“Personal,” he mutters into the mouth of his bottle.

“It was Brian Hernandez,” you sigh, gazing off into the distance with a fond look in your eyes. You feel the end of the game of 20 questions as you see him chew on his bottom lip from your peripheral. “Dude was insatiable. Managed girls’ basketball and looked damn good doing it.”

“I managed girls’ soccer,” he says simply, uncrossing his legs. “My girlfriend was goalie.”

“How long did you guys date?” You fold your legs up underneath you, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. You feel the most sober now out of all tonight.

“Dunno.” He sips at his cider. “Couple weeks maybe?”

You smirk. “Karl Jacobs puts out in the first couple weeks?” That’s hot, you don’t say. He gives you a look. “18 year old Karl was a player,” you tease, leaning forward to poke at his chest.

Smacking your hand away, he sighs and lifts a hand to tousle his hair.

“Guess he was.” Clear eyes meet yours and you take a hit from the pen that lays discarded in your palm. He watches the smoke float from your mouth. The TV screen swipes to Deceptacon and the mood quickly shifts. “So.” He turns toward you with lifted eyebrows. “You were a total nerd in highschool, huh.”

Your jaw drops. “I was not!”

“Come on; yes, you were.” He makes a face and drains half the bottle of cider. “You probably were in SpellBowl and every teacher’s pet.”

“Nice try, bitch. You were a dumb jock. I’ve seen the pictures. The yearbook pictures.” You look pointedly at his hair.

“My hair was not that bad.”

“Yes it was.”

“No, it wasn’t,” he grumbles and pushes his hand through his long curls. “Just a little… short.” It’s your turn to make a face.

“A buzz cut nearly to your scalp is more than short.” He huffs at you and finishes the cider just as the song switches. “Anyways.” You don’t really have anything to say, actually. Too busy thinking about teenage Karl smacking tennis rackets around and fielding lost soccer balls for his girlfriend. She’s long gone, right?

“Are you wearing lingerie?” Karl asks suddenly and you look up. He stares pointedly at your chest and you move a hand to pat at your stomach.

“Oh,” you start, and flick the last three buttons open, fabric falling to reveal a baby blue lace corset. “Yeah.” He can’t seem to stop imagining what’s underneath it. Fuck. “Do you like it?” The tone in your voice is taunting and he has to look away.

He clears his throat and places the second glass bottle onto the coffee table.

“Yes.”

You rise onto your knees and pull your arms out of the button-up, letting it fall back on the couch.

“Do you want to touch it?” You're looking up at him from underneath your eyelashes, he realizes, and you know exactly what you’re doing. You’re not asking if he wants to touch the corset; you’re asking if he wants to touch you.

“Can I?” He glances at you warily. You just nod, and it’s then that you’re shuffling forward. The material is soft on his fingertips when he brushes a hand across your torso. “Silk,” he mumbles, and stares, transfixed, at the loopy flower pattern crawling across your waist in shades of milky blue. You just hum and watch. He realizes suddenly when he traces a finger up on the ridge of the neckline that you’re not wearing anything underneath it. It makes him stop in his tracks, neck flushing. “Are-are you—,”

“Wearing a bra? No, I’m not.” You lay a hand on his shoulder, hoisting one leg over his thighs and settling down comfortable on his lap. He bristles then relaxes as you slide a hand up into his scalp. “Do you want me to show you?”

He glares at you, barely annoyed, and shifts so that his large hands rest in the curve of your waist. Poison starts in the speakers as his eyebrow raises.

“Do you normally wear corsets when we all hang out?” A lock of your hair moves past your cheek as he brushes it out of the way. His mouth tilts into a smirk. You seem to think about it, lips pursed, and grip both his shoulders in your hands.

“Only when I’ve got someone to impress.” A hand on your lower back presses insistently and you fall further into his lap.

“Who are you here to impress, Y/N?” He’s barely an inch from your mouth now, and can’t seem to keep his eyes on one part of your face. Cool breath fans onto your cheeks and they warm. God, he’s even cuter up close.

“You,” barely passes your lips before he’s taking the side of your neck into his hand and stretching to connect your lips with his own.

Cherry, you think. Cherry chapstick, that cheeky bastard. Taking your wrist in his hand, he loops it up and around his neck. You’re making a noise into his mouth, you realize, right as he’s sliding a hand down to the side of your thigh and gripping it between his long fingers. You shiver as he pulls away too soon, pressing a small kiss to the corner of your mouth before sinking his teeth into your neck. The gasp that leaves your mouth is surprisingly loud and your cheeks flush further. He just hums, pleased, and stretches an arm to the opposite side of your waist to hug you closer. Warm lips move on the skin of your neck and his tongue darts out few and far between the kisses.

“Fuck,” he breathes when your hips jerk forward once.

“Sorry,” you whisper up at the ceiling, eyes falling shut. “reflex.”

He grins against your neck and moves to grip an ass cheek in his palm.

“Your reflex to me licking a hickey is to grind into my crotch?” he teases. You just have to nod, lips parted, as he soothes another bruise with his tongue.

“Karl.” He seems to either not hear you or ignore you for he’s removing himself from your neck and connecting your mouths once more. “Karl,” you stutter between kisses, and he squeezes at your ass.

“Yes?” His lips are bitten and puffy when he pulls away, a smug look on his beautiful face.

“Take off my corset.”

He looks between your face and the lingerie, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Don’t mind if I do.”

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honey-makki · 4 years ago

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brainrot kinktober- 10/24

pregame

Dry humping: Matsukawa Issei x Fem!Reader

Warnings: slight daddy kink, dirty talk,

word count: 1k

Saturdays were spent lounging around the house. Late homecooked breakfasts, light cleaning or grocery runs, midday naps, and a relaxing evening. Once a month, Mattsun’s old volleyball friends would all hang out, and this time they were coming over to yours for a movie marathon. You cleaned a little more in your living room and kitchen than normally while Mattusn picked up some snacks. You finished the final touches, lighting a candle as he opened the door. After putting the goods away, he collapses on the couch next to you.

“Not only did I not get a nap today, we barely saw each other since breakfast.” He wasn’t pouting but you knew he just wanted a kiss to feel better. You were in the same boat, Mattsun’s presence was very obviously missing from today’s routine. You didn’t have to account for his larger figure when walking down your narrow hallways. You had to climb on the counter to grab something from the top shelf that he already knows to get down when you start cleaning.

The clock is ticking in the background, counting down the minutes until his friends get here, but neither of you hears it as you move to straddle him. A goofy grin adorns both of your faces as you give him a kiss on each cheek and then his lips. “Do I taste red bean mochi on your lips? The snacks you bought are for later, Issei. ”

“Hmm, maybe you should taste again just to double-check you are right. Wouldn’t want to accuse me of something so villainous without being confident.” He still has a smile on his face s you lean in for another kiss, just happy to be with him. Your arms are slung around his neck, his favorite necklace.

The kisses shared between you are soft and gentle, not really having any meaning behind them, just being together. Each kiss adds up to your love, slow and true until Mattsun tugs on your lip and pulls a groan out of you. There’s just something about the position you are in, and how much lust is bubbling underneath the surface and that noise you just made that has you flustered but, wanting to do it again.

His hands fall from your hips to your ass and grabs roughly. The kiss heats up exponentially as your hands tangle up into his hair and pull. His head falls back with your hands, opening his neck up to your needy mouth. Your lips are less wet kisses along the column of his neck and more needy moans as you slowly roll your hips into his.

��fuck”, the shaky breath is the only indication that he wants to stop as you feel his hardening length against your core, “baby girl, the boys are gonna be here in 30, we can’t have sex right now”.

“M-missed you,” your voice is mumbled into his shoulder as you continue moving against him. When he stills your hips with an iron grip, the pout you are sporting is almost comical. Your big eyes begging for more of him, any of him he will give you.

His sigh is covered by the moan you let out as he adjusts his sitting position. The seam of his jean that you were thoroughly enjoying humping mere seconds ago is pressed tightly against your clit. The clock is still ticking, but when you look so needy with sweat sticking hair to your forehead, and swollen lips, he can’t say no to you.

“ You really gotta cum don’t you baby?” The shy nod you give him just makes him smile. “Alright doll, don’t worry, daddy’s gonna take care of you.” He swings you from being on his lap to being underneath him on the couch. He starts to reach down with his hand, but before he can slip into your shorts, you grip his wrist.

“I want you to feel good too, daddy wanna feel you.” His hand instead of unzipping your shorts brushes a bit of hair off your face.

“Of course, doll.” A soft kiss on your forehead makes you hum in satisfaction, but the scene turns from soft, to heated quickly.

As soon as his lips slot against yours again, the prior intensity returns. A fervor you can’t quell, only stoking a fire in your gut. Every swipe of his tongue against yours feels familiar and invigorating at the same time.

His hips move against you for the first time tonight, and god you haven’t ever wanted to fuck him so bad. All you can think about is how his cock would split you open and leaving you a blubbering mess.

Issei is always attentive to you, when he’s fucking you silly, but also when he’s humping against your dripping shorts on the couch thirty minutes before his old teammates come over. He already knew you were close to cumming when you pouted at him earlier. The unintentional neglect from the busy schedules you both have.

He kisses against your neck softly, whispering how much he loves you and how much he wants to see you cum, but before you can teeter over the edge. The lock on the door starts to unclick jolting you out of your own little world and to the reality that thirty minutes have passed and Oikawa was probably opening the door.

Those fuckers knew where the spare key was kept and you mustn’t have heard their knock. Issei laughs as you let out an aggravated groan into his shoulder.

“Go on and get changed, love. I’ll take care of you tonight, give you everything you want.”

Now, just for him to will away the painfully hard erection in his pants before Makki makes lewd jokes at your expense.

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jiaraforeverr · 3 years ago

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Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Author's note: Hi everyone! This is my very first fanfic so I would love to hear your thoughts! @arcticaid requested this months ago, I'm so sorry it took so long! I started writing it in May, but honestly forgot about it until after I watched season 2.

You can also find it on Ao3 here!

Pairing: JJ Maybank/Kiara Carrera

Kiara lay awake in the spare bed of the Chateau, the heavy and humid air sticking to her skin and making her whole-body flush with warmth. She could blame her inability to sleep tonight on the typical end of summer North Carolina heat, but there was something else on her mind keeping her up. With all the windows propped open as wide as they would go, she could hear the creaking of the old hammock rocking slowly back and forth, keeping her mind from thinking of anything other than the person she knew was also pretending to be sleeping right now.

A couple hours earlier, Pope had said his final goodbye before getting on the ferry to the mainland, where he would be traveling to UNC Charlotte for his first semester of college. He was finally doing what he was meant to, to pursue the future that his friends have protected and encouraged the last few years. But now he was gone, not coming back to the island for at least a couple months.

And that left Kiara and JJ.

It had been almost two years since the gold summer. Two years since they had last seen John B or Sarah. The loss of their best friend had taken a toll on all of them, but especially JJ. John B had been his brother, the first person he really was able to call family, the first person he felt safe with. Losing him had sent JJ down a dark path filled with alcohol and drugs much stronger than weed. It had taken Kiara and Pope about three months to get him back on track, and luckily that included getting him out of his dad’s house and into the Heyward’s care.

The three of them held onto the Chateau though. No one ever came asking about it, and they never brought it up. Currently, JJ was saving up to officially own it so they would no longer have the constant fear of having the last part of their best friend ripped away from them.

With Pope leaving for college, Kiara was left with the impossible task of deciding what she should be doing now. Much to her parent’s dismay, she had already that college wasn’t what she wanted- at least not right now. She can see herself going in the future, maybe getting a degree in marine biology and opening a conservation center of her own. But that was for later. Now, she knew there were still things she had to do.

Giving up the fight with herself to fall asleep, Kiara sits up in bed, sighing deeply as she presses her hands to her eyes. She could help but think about JJ. She was terrified of what leaving him alone would look like. She couldn’t risk losing another friend. A part of her knew that deep down, she just really didn’t want to leave his side at all.

Things with JJ had always been different than it had been with Pope or John B, but even more so after John B’s disappearance. They had a bond stronger than ever before, and Kiara was unsure how to deal with the feelings that had come along with it. She thinks that they’ve probably always been there in the back of her mind. Every flirty comment or wink JJ had given her growing up had always been accompanied by a small tug in her stomach that she now has a sneaking suspicion wasn’t due to annoyance.

Walking through the empty, quiet house, she took no precautions to avoid the loud floorboards like she normally would, and with an ache in her heart realized it was because no one else was here. As she got closer to the back door, quiet music filled the air, confirming that JJ was most definitely not asleep.

She silently made her way towards the hammock where JJ lay with both eyes closed, but he still opened one eye knowingly as she stopped next to him.

“Couldn’t sleep?” JJ murmurs softly.

“No, I just willingly woke up in the middle of the night for fun,” she responds sarcastically, but with no real bite to it.

“Hmm,” JJ closes his eyes again, “I can’t imagine hating myself that much. What a horrible life you lead.”

“What about you, what’s got you up?” Kiara ignores his quip at her, wanting to get to what was on his mind.

He didn’t respond right away, the silence sitting comfortably between them for a few moments. Kiara reaches down and brushes her fingers softly through his blonde hair, prompting him to finally respond.

“What do we do now Kie?” His whispers, just loud enough so she can hear him.

“What do you mean?” She murmurs back, as if she was afraid speaking too loudly would cause him to retreat back into his mind and close up on her.

“Like, we’re not kids anymore. Pope’s gone, you’ll be outta here traveling the world or whatever soon enough. I just feel like I’ve got nothin’ going for me when everyone else does.”

JJ’s admission makes her heart stop, and her breath catch in her throat. It had been a while since John B’s death, but that in no way meant they were over it. And now JJ was facing the very real possibility that he could be losing his remaining friends as well.

Wordlessly, Kiara reaches down again and gently tugs on JJ’s hand, indicating that she wanted him to get up. Predictably, he groaned in protest, but still slowly pulled himself up from the hammock. They both knew he would do anything she asked of him. Kiara leaned over and slightly turned up the volume of the speaker JJ had set up at the base of the tree. The sound of soft reggae music filled the air making her smile. She didn’t think before stepping closer to JJ so they were chest to chest with their noses just about touching. She wound both arms slowly around his neck securing him to her.

“What are you doing?” JJ asks her, a small smile creeping up on his face as his arms automatically wrap around her waist, closing the small gap between them.

“Dancing,” she responds, burying her nose in the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent of the ocean, smoke, and a hint of sweat. She sways their bodies side to side, and feels him drop his head into the top of hers.

“Why are we dancing?” He mumbles, moving his body with hers.

She ignores his question, and just lets the two of them get lost in the soft music and the feeling of being close to one another. A warm breeze rustles the trees above them causing JJ to grip his arms tighter around her. The fairy lights twinkle in the branches, and Kiara thinks to herself ‘how could it get better than this?’

“JJ,” she whispers into his neck, “how could you ever think that I would leave you?”

“Because this isn’t where you belong, Kie. You should be exploring the world, saving the turtles and probably every other animal along the way.”

“I belong where you are,” she says, her voice just loud enough so that he could hear her. “And if I’m leaving the Outer Banks, so are you.”

“There’s nothing out there for me. I’d be dragging you down.”

“You’ve never been out there, how would you know? You could teach surfing lessons and fix boats in a new country every month. We could ride bikes and never have to worry about a car again. Imagine, me and you hitting every country that has an ocean, surfing every wave we can find around the world. John B would be so proud of us.”

Her voice trails off at the mention of their dead best friend, worried she hit a nerve. But JJ just pulls his head away from hers just enough so that he could press his lips softly to her forehead.

“He really would, wouldn’t he?” JJ says with his mouth against her neck now.

“We’ll make it work, J. We always do. I don’t want to do things like travel the world if I’m not doing it with you by my side.”

“When do we leave, captain?” JJ asks jokingly, but in a way that makes her believe he is serious.

“Planning starts bright and early tomorrow, and I think we’d be much more productive if we got some sleep.”

He says nothing in response and the silence sits between them again as they continue to hold each other.

“Can we do this? In every country all over the world?” JJ asks quietly.

“Do what? Dance?”

“No. I- yes. But I mean more like, just like- be together? Like this?”

Kiara didn’t even try to fight the smile that spread across her face at his words. She pressed a kiss on his neck, right below his ear. She knew what their relationship was right now was complicated, but in that moment, nothing made more sense. She was his and he was hers. Simple as that.

“We’ll always be together. We can be like this for the rest of our lives. On our surf trip to every country around the world, and after it and before. I said I’d never leave you, and I meant it.”

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starrynite7114 · 4 years ago

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roommates: four

A/N: Hello everyone! Happy weekend! Hope your week has been a good one! So my brain has been going 100mph. I’m trying to calm it down and focus on one thing, but that’s proving to be hard. LOL BUT I’M TRYING. Sorry the updates are taking longer, I’ve been getting ideas and it just takes over my brain. School is starting back up next week so I’m going to try my best to go on a writing spree this weekend so I can try and update every week. Emphasis on TRY. But thank you for continue to support me, you all are just too lovely.

Also, I have two Angel request I’m going to try to post since they are half way done along with the EZ request. I’m really lagging on EZ, but it will be posted.

EZ request

Dance (Angel)

Always you (Angel)

Lake Part Two

Sex Guru Angel

Everything is you: part 12

Graduation (EZ request)

Rio request

Two Daddy Angel request: Snuggling and Trip to the aquarium

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Masterlist

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Word count: 7697

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, smut, angst

You looked at your closet, thinking of what to wear tonight for your date with Angel. He suggested that you wore something comfortable, casual, no dressy outfits.

‘But if you want to wear a skirt for my benefit, by all means mami, go right ahead.’

Angel was too much, but you weren’t complaining. Ever since you agreed to go on a date a few days ago, Angel has been occupying your bed. He always reasoned that it was due to the fact that your bed was comfortable, but you’ve slept on his bed before and it was equally as comfortable. You stopped trying to kick Angel out of your bed since you enjoyed his company. And you figured it wouldn’t be long till Angel got over this need to be with you. You felt like he was just scratching some itch about going down memory lane. You didn’t think Angel was interested and you figured this need he had for you would fade. You had no plans on furthering your relationship and it was to protect yourself and Angel. Agreeing to this date, you didn’t regret it, you wanted to go on a date with Angel, see how it was after all these years.

“It shouldn’t be this difficult to pick out clothes.” You sighed, placing your hands on your hips, looking at yourself in the mirror.

“You don’t have to try and impress me, I’m already impressed.”

You jumped hearing Angel’s voice. You turned and found him leaning against your doorframe, looking sinfully good. His kutte was not on him for once. He was wearing a short sleeve black button up, jeans and boots. His hair was slicked back, newly trimmed along with his beard. But you had to remain strong, you couldn’t let Angel know that he made the butterflies in your stomach go wild. Or that whenever he smiled at you, you found yourself flustered since even when you were younger, Angel’s smile was your favorite thing about him. You made it your mission to keep that smile on his face. Whenever Angel was with you, you noticed how carefree he was and that’s all you could ask for.

You and Angel were always able to be yourselves around one another.

No bullshit, nothing.

“Impress you? Absolutely not, I dress for me baby.” You blew him a kiss before turning back towards your vanity. “Besides, just in case I see some other good looking guy wherever we go, at least I’m dressed to impress.” That was a lie, your eyes wouldn’t leave Angel’s tonight, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Look at you talking shit again.” Angel walked over to you just as you stood up from your vanity. When you turned around, you ran into Angel’s chest. One of his arms wrapped around you, while his hand cupped your face. Without any warning, Angel kissed you, which took your breath away as always. You thought that if you kept kissing Angel, the effects of his kiss would wither away, but you were wrong. It was like every kiss was different on a miniscule level, but it was and it always took your breath away. “This ass is mine baby.” He grabbed your ass, a moan escaping your lips. “God, let’s just order pizza and let me show you who that pussy belongs to.” He bit your ear, another moan coming out of you.

You bit your lip and looked up at him, your fingers began to unbutton his button up. “I wouldn’t be opposed to that.”

“No, no, don’t tempt me.” He captured your lips again, his hands stopping you from further undoing his buttons. “I got a night planned for us, but we can definitely have a happy ending later.”

You laughed. “Are you going to tell me where we’re going?”

“Somewhere nice, fun.” He pulled away from you to stop the temptation he faced.

“So we’re going to a strip club?” You teased.

“Listen, if you want to go to a strip club baby girl, I’m down, but I would rather you strip this outfit for me later tonight.” He twirled you around, your skirt flowing along with the twirl. You wore a white v-neck for your top and a navy blue skirt, shorts underneath.

“Hmm, maybe.” You held up two pairs of shoes, one were heels, while the other were Air Jordan’s.

“Heels or Jordan’s?”

“Jordan’s, you don’t need heels where we’re going.”

“Can you just give me a hint?”

“It would defeat the purpose of a surprise.”

“You’re annoying.”

Angel chuckled. “Learned from your annoying ass.”

Angel had been driving for forty-five minutes and the sun had setted. It was nice to watch the sunset, listening to some old school jams, and with Angel’s hand was intertwined with yours. You could get used to this, but at the same time, you had your reservations. While Angel made it clear that the scars didn’t bother him, it was still an insecurity for you. Why would he want damaged goods? It was a thought that Carmelo basically embedded in your mind. Why would anyone want damaged goods? Why would anyone want to touch a woman who had someone else’s initials carved on them? He wanted to mark you up so that no one else would want you, so he could have you, you would have no choice. It was all about choice with Carmelo. He would be your choice, your only choice. He isolated you, made sure that you had no choice but to stay with him.

But then Medina came along and gave you a choice.

At first, it was just an escape from your reality.

Then the outings with his wife came about and Carmelo didn’t mind since he was mildly afraid of Medina’s wife.

Then eventually he helped you escape Carmelo.

You never asked for details, you didn’t want details. All you cared about was that Carmelo was gone.

“Baby, I lost you.” Angel softly squeezed your hand.

“Sorry,” you offered him a smile and you noticed that he had stopped driving. Looking at the place before you, you smiled. “Angel Reyes, you want to get your ass kicked on our first date?” He brought you to your favorite mini-golf place, a date you two had plenty of times when you were still teenagers.

“This isn’t our first date and kick my ass?” He scoffed. “Baby, daddy’s winning this.”

“Odd term to refer to me as, daddy, but I mean, whatever floats your boat.” You shrieked as you exited your car, grabbing your stuff.

You closed the door and Angel made his way over to you, backing you up against your car. “You’re such a shit talker today.” He smirked. “We should make this interesting.”

“How so?” You were intrigued.

“Let’s make a wager, if I win, you left me fuck you in your car after we finish, but if you win, you could have your way with me.”

“Ooh, or, if I win, we go home right after this, forget the rest of your plans and you can fuck me at home.” You whispered this in his ear, making Angel groan.

“Fuck it, you win, let’s go home.”

“No,” you shook your head. “We just got here, let’s play, just so daddy can hand your ass to you.”

Angel chuckled. “Keep that energy up.”

You were currently at the last hole for mini-golf. Angel was kicking your ass, which didn’t surprise you. You always knew he let you win when you two were younger.

“I can’t wait to have those legs wrapped around me.” He whispered into your ear as you made your way to hit the golf ball.

You scoffed. If you made a hole in one, you could win. But of course, the last hole was rarely the easiest.

“You look good sticking your ass out like that.” Angel licked his lips, the gesture was not amiss by you.

Looking over at Angel, you playfully glared at him. “You’re distracting me.”

“Is that your excuse of why you’re doing so terribly?” Angel smirked.

“Fuck you Angel.”

“That’s the plan baby girl.”

You rolled your eyes and hit the ball. And much like you predicted, you lost. Angel walked with that damn swagger towards you, but it seemed to have grown tenfold. His confidence made Angel so much more attractive. He was already an attractive guy, but this swagger, the smirk on his face, that shirt that accentuated his newly sculpted body, it was sinful.

How could you keep resisting him?

“I’m glad you wore the skirt.”

“Yeah? Why is that?”

“Easy access.”

You moaned, your fingers became entangled in Angel’s hair, your back arching as he continued to eat you out. His lips parted from your nether lips, the devilish smirk on his lips, your juices make his beard glisten.

“Fuck,” you breathed out. You would never tell Angel he was the best oral sex you ever had. Best sex you ever had, period. “I’m so close daddy.”

“I know baby,” he spat down on your pussy, the added lubrication was not needed, but the mere act of it turned both of you on. Angel slid in two fingers in you, your skirt was bunched up above your stomach, Angel watching his ringed fingers disappear in you. His rings would bump against your entrance, the cold metal making the experience that much more erotic. “So fucking tight like always.”

“Uh huh,” you panted. “Daddy please let me come, let me come on your dick.” Control was something you rarely gave, especially with everything that happened with Carmelo. But with Angel, it was almost natural.

Angel bit your inner thigh. “I told you that you would be begging for daddy’s dick.” His mouth was back on you once again, adding a third finger sliding in and out of you.

“That feels so good.” You whimpered, moving your hips to meet his.

“Don’t move.” He held your hips down, he sucked your clit in, the added sensation felt so good. You felt your legs shaking, the tears welling up in your eyes. Angel had already made you come three times prior to your impending one. “Look at you, my pussy is just clenching my fingers, wishing it was daddy’s dick. You want daddy to stretch his tiny pussy out?”

“Yes daddy,” you begged, your hand resting on his hand that was holding your hip down.

Angel chuckled. He increased the pace of his fingers and before long, you were arching your back, seeing stars as you screamed out Angel’s name. Angel continued moving his fingers in and out, your walls sucking him in, keeping you feeling full. Pushing him away, you moved down your folded middle seats and took a deep breath. Angel’s eyes were locked with yours, licking the juices that were on his fingers. He pulled you towards him, cupping your face as he kissed you, his tongue massaging yours, your hand drifting under his shirt. His lips hovered above yours as he stopped your hand from moving further.

“Not yet baby, let’s eat and then I can fuck that pretty little pussy.” He gave you one last peck and moved down to sit at the edge of your trunk. You two had gotten some In N Out burgers with fries and a shake. Once you were at the lookout that rarely anyone frequented at night, Angel tore your panties off of you and ate you out. Your food was cold now, but you didn’t give a fuck, Angel gave you some of the best orgasms you’ve ever had and you hated him for it.

You sat next to him, the wetness in between your thighs should have made you feel disgusted, but knowing it was due to Angel, it made you wetter. Angel handed you your burger. You didn’t realize how hungry you were till the burger was in your hand. You two quickly ate your burger and fries, the melted milkshake still hit the spot. Angel moved to sit behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and resting his chin on your shoulder.

The view of Santo Padre below you was breathtaking. You always enjoyed the peace and quiet, something Angel always tried to provide for you. Whenever you were stressed out, Angel provided the escape for you and you always appreciated how well he could read you.

“Why’d you come back to Santo Padre?” Angel always meant to ask you when he first saw that you had come back to this little town of his. He didn’t understand why you would come back, there was nothing here.

You shrugged. “I don’t know. After the whole thing with Carmelo, I wanted to disappear. Being up north just had too many memories and I was just embarrassed for everything that happened.” You leaned your head back against Angel’s chest.

“Embarrassed?” Angel’s head lifted, looking at your side profile.

“I was always so strong willed and wouldn’t take shit from anyone.”

“Say that again.”

You playfully elbowed Angel and he laughed, kissing your cheek. “I was embarrassed, I shunned my family and friends. Then when I finally opened my eyes, I could barely open them.” The memories of Carmelo’s abuse never waned, it was always present like it occurred the previous day. It was easier to mask your feelings or the fear you felt during those times. The scars on your back were nothing compared to the scars he inflicted within. How low you felt always came to hunt you. Confidence was always something you possessed, it was reinforced by your family along with your friends. Cheating was a deal breaker and abuse was above that. After the first hit, you always questioned yourself why you didn’t leave, then you realized that the emotional abuse started before the physical. Carmelo caught you in a low point, a patient had died on you, a nine year old and he swept in. The way he belittled you, it made you feel like an inadequate nurse and that’s when the abuse truly started. He knew how to make you feel low, reminding you that due to your inadequacy the nine year old passed.

But you realized now that it wasn’t your fault.

But Carmelo already had done his damage.

It took you some time to recover, but being up north suffocated you. The further south you were the better and for some reason, you ended up in Santo Padre. Your mentor, Pierre, an older ED physician took a job in Santo Padre Medical Center and you followed. Santo Padre always held special memories for you and a change of scenery was needed. You didn’t think you would run into Angel, but fate had another thing planned for you.

“This wasn’t your fault you know.” Angel hated hearing the defeat in your voice, the embarrassment. A man who was supposed to cherish you and protect you was the one who did such incredible damage to you. Angel could not forgive that. He had to find Carmelo and kill the mother fucker. He didn’t deserve to be walking on this earth after what he did to you.

“I know that now. He got me when I was in such a low place. He made me feel like a million dollars, but he also made me feel like I was the lowest scum in the world. I loved him, all I wanted was for him to love me. He always told me he did, that when he hit me, he was trying to correct bad behavior so that I would remain perfect.” You felt your chest tightening up thinking of Carmelo’s words. How he sunk his claws into your brain was something you never understood, but it happened.

Angel didn’t want to indulge in going down memory lane about Carmelo, but he wanted to know just how much he hurt you. Though, Angel realized that this may not have been a good idea since he felt his blood boiling. This was supposed to be your date, he shouldn’t be fucking worried about Carmelo. But he was going to find this man and make sure he endured the pain you went through, even greater than.

“He’ll never be able to touch you again.” Angel whispered against the side of your head.

“Medina took care of him.”

“I know baby, but you’re with me now. He will never go near you again.”

And you believed Angel. As long as he remained your roommate, you felt invisible, untouchable. The Mayans were well respected, well feared in Santo Padre. They didn’t need to be like, their presence invoked different types of emotions from everyone.

“When you get married, you should let me rent out a room so you can assure I would stay safe.” Angel knew your tactic. You were subtly trying to put him in the friend zone by mentioning his future without you by his side. It was cute, but that wasn’t going to work on him. He would show you that he was worth a second chance.

“Why would you need to rent a room when you’re going to be sharing a room with me?”

You smiled, shaking your head. “You’re too smooth Reyes.”

“Maybe, but don’t act like I didn’t just give you a couple of mind blowing orgasms. You can keep trying to push me away, but it’s not going to work.” Angel turned your face towards him, kissing you.

You pulled away, your eyes closed as you relished the feel of Angel’s lips against yours. “Has it always been this intense between us?” Your forehead rested against his.

“Do you just try not to remember our relationship?” He gave you a quick peck again.

“Shut up, I do, but I don’t know.” You turned to face Angel, wanting to see his reaction to your conversation. “Sometimes I look back at our relationship and wonder what would have happened if we had stayed together.” It was a thought that was always at the back of your mind. The what ifs scenario.

What if you stayed with Angel? Where would you two be? Would you two be together? Would you two have fallen apart?

What if you decided to come back to Santo Padre after you became a nurse? Would you two have reconnected?

For years after you left, you thought of Angel often. Your connection was always strong when you were younger and at times you felt it may have been too early for you two. That if you met at a later time, things would have been different. You remembered when Angel would sneak into your room, sleep over and pretend he was coming to pick you up in the morning. It wasn’t often but you enjoyed those late nights, talking about your future. He always spoke about your future, how you would be together. Yet when you told him you love him, he just said thank you.

He was your first love.

And they always said you’ll always love your first love.

It irked you how true it was.

Ever since you came back, seeing how Angel grew up after all these years, the love you had for him resurfaced and it grew stronger. But you weren’t willing to take the risk. Angel never seemed interested to rekindle your relationship till recently. At times, before this whole thing when you would share a bed, you would watch Angel sleep. He had no worries in the world and had to always be touching you while you were asleep. His arms and legs didn’t have to be around you, at times, his fingertips were just touching your arm and he was good. Or his arm would be against yours as he slept on his stomach and it helped his craving to be always touching you.

Angel wasn’t sure when it started, maybe it was after the first time you two shared a bed, but regardless, Angel craved your touch. It was his love language.

“We’d be married by now with at least three kids.” Angel’s answer was so firm and sure.

You grinned, shaking your head. “Yeah? You’re so confident about this.”

“Listen, just because we broke up or we were young, it doesn’t mean our relationship was nothing. I knew that I wanted you for the rest of my life then and it hasn’t changed now. You came back to Santo Padre in your own accord and I knew that meant that this was our second chance and I wasn’t going to fuck it up.” Angel took your hand in his, intertwining it. “I know you’re not ready, I know the wounds he left you are still fresh, but I’ll wait. I’m inpatient, but you’re worth the wait. So all these doubts in your mind? About me not wanting damage goods or your choice to not rekindle previous relationships? That’s well and fine, but I’m here to shut those thoughts down.” He didn’t want to tell you he loves you, not yet. He would wait because he knew when things became too much, your default was to just freeze everything out.

“I’m scared.”

“You have no reason to be.”

And you wanted to believe him, but it was going to take time. You just hoped he didn’t get tired of waiting.

=================

As soon as you stepped through the door, Angel was all over you. Once you managed to lock the door, he picked you up, your legs wrapping around his body. He made his way to your room, softly placed you on the bed. He unbuckled his belt and removed it, your eyes never leaving him. Biting your lip, you stood up and maneuvered him to sit down. Unbuttoning his pants, you kissed him, pulling away so you could help him remove his jeans and boxers. Once they were pooled around his ankles, you got on your knees, wrapping your hand on his cock, your thumb spreading the precum on the tip of his cock. Spitting down at his cock, moving your hand up and down causing Angel to close his eyes. You proceeded to give a few kitten licks on the head of his cock before you engulfed it in your mouth.

Angel groaned, holding your hair together as he watched you hollow your cheeks as you moved up and down his length. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, moaning out your name.

“Fuck baby, you look so fucking hot like this.” You moved away from him, sliding your hand up and down his hard length. You take him all the way in, swallowing around him making Angel groan once again. He was trying hard not to fuck your mouth, but you were making it difficult. Dipping your tongue at the slit on the top of his length, Angel caught the smirk on your face as he lost himself watching you engulf his length back into your mouth. Using both your hands and mouth, Angel laid back on your bed, his hand wrapped around your hair, guiding you up and down. The moans that he was letting out was turning you on, you could feel just how wet you were. Knowing you brought such pleasure to Angel, it made you feel good. “Shit, I’m coming.” You took him in deeper, Angel fucking your mouth, groaning out your name as he came.

You let him go with a pop, you smirked as some of his cum seeped from the corner of your mouth before you put it back inside, swallowing it.

“You’re such a good girl,” Angel sat up, his hand still entangled in your hair. He bent down and captured your lips with his, you moaned as you felt him slightly tug your hair, his lips hovering over yours. “Daddy should reward you for being so good.”

“Please daddy,” you were giving Angel total control tonight. You could always be a brat, but tonight, Angel could have you.

Standing up, you stepped away from him to remove your skirt. Your hand was at the hem of your shirt, but you hesitated. Angel saw your hesitation and he gave you a small smile.

“You don’t have to take it off baby girl, you can keep it on.” He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. He wanted to make you feel good. The last thing he wanted was for you to worry about your scars.

You bit your lip and took off your shirt. Angel’s smile widened as he saw your body for the first time. You took off your bra and threw it at him. He laughed and caught you when you jumped on him, wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing your lips together. One of your hands went back down to his length, moving your hand up and down wants again.

“Does daddy want his pussy wrapped around his dick?” Your lips hovered over his lips, smiling as Angel was catching his breath, his attention obviously on the sensations he felt around his length.

“Yeah baby girl, let me get my pussy.”

You positioned yourself above him, slowly sliding down his length. Moaning as your pussy stretched to accommodate him. Throwing your head back, your fingers digging into his shoulders, nails digging in on his skin.

“You’re so big daddy, it feels so fucking good.” You whimpered out as he bottomed out.

Angel looked down at where you two were connected, biting his lips as he waited for you to adjust. You moved up and down, your walls clenching around him making Angel moan your name out.

“Baby, stop clenching my dick.” He chuckled, kissing you to help you relax.

“Sorry,” you smiled sheepishly.

Guiding you to move up and down his cock, Angel watched your face, memorizing every facial expression you had.

“You feel so fucking good baby, tight, wet, always ready for daddy.” Angel whispered against your ear.

Your pace was slow, the burn Angel provided was basically imprinted in your mind. Ever since you two slept together, you haven’t slept with anyone and your dildo, vibrators, definitely did not compare to him, but gain, you would never let Angel know that. Angel’s fingers came in contact with your scar and you slightly froze. Before he could lose you, Angel cupped your face, brought your lips down to his.

“Don’t, stay with me.” He thrusted up into you, your brain fogging as the overwhelming pleasure Angel was giving distracted you. Watching Angel as he licked his thumb, he pressed it against your clit, even adding greater pleasure to you. Increasing your pace, you used his shoulder as leverage as you moved up and down his length, walls clenching around him. “You’re safe, you’re with me and I would never let anything happen to you.”

One arm was around his neck, his hand cupping his face. Your lips were above his, your breath mixing as you chased your high. Angel rubbed your clit, biting his lips as he watched you bounce on his length.

“Yeah baby girl, daddy can feel it.” Angel latched his mouth around your breast, his tongue swirling around your nipple.

“Daddy, oh my god, just like that.”

You threw your head back, black stars filling your vision. Both of your arms were around Angel, your walls still spasming around him. Angel peppered your skin with kisses, sucking on a few spots on your neck that was sure to make a mark.

“You were talking so much shit not too long ago and now look at you.” Angel smacked your ass, making you yelp, biting your lip. “Have to stop fighting the inevitable querida.” He grabbed your ass, grinding you down against him.

“You’re so determined about us.”

“I’m confident in every aspect of my life, especially when it comes to you.”

You laughed at his comment, which turned into a choked moan when you felt Angel thrust up into you.

“Can you get on your hands and knees for me?” He questioned, making sure you were comfortable. He wanted to show you that your scars, they were nothing to be ashamed of. It didn’t change you. He would never force you out of your comfort zone, especially about something that truly traumatized you.

“Okay.”

“Put your chest on the bed.”

You did as Angel instructed. You rested your chest against the bed, you turned your head so you could see Angel. He was looking at your back, no trace of disgust in his eyes. For once, you didn’t feel judged, scrutinized or even pitied. He just looked at your scars as if he was memorizing them.

“Angel,” you called out to him, bringing him back to you. “Come back to me.”

Angel was mesmerized by her scars. Thinking of how many times Carmelo must have hurt you, what he used to inflict such damning scars on your back. And that carved ‘C’ on your back, he tried not to focus on Carmelo’s actions, not wanting to lose himself right now, but he was angry he wasn’t there to protect you. It seemed irrational, he wasn’t part of your life then, but if remained a part of your life, Carmelo would have never been able to harm you. All he could think about was covering these bad memories up, a design to show you that with every scar, every hurt he caused and every tear you shed, there was life after and while he could never make you forget what occurred, he would build new memories to show you that you were worth it, that you were beautiful.

That you were loved.

“Sorry baby.” He kissed your back. Angel took his length in his hand, moving it up and down your slit, and pressing it against your clit, teasing you. When he finally slid in, you both groaned, your hands gripping the sheets. “Daddy’s too big, huh?”

You nodded your head, biting your lip drawing blood. At times you wondered what would have happened if you slept with Angel. You’re certain he improved his skills over the years, but fuck, you would have been addicted. And there was no shame, Angel’s stroke game was strong.

“Didn’t hear your answer,” Angel stopped moving, only the tip of his cock inside of you.

“Yes, you’re too big daddy, but I love how you stretch me out.” You gripped the tip of his cock, Angel groaning and pushing back in. You hummed, content that he was buried inside you once again.

Angel slid in and out of you, slow, deep. His slow pace was driving you crazy. You knew he was trying to restrain himself, savoring the moment as best as he could. He heard you sigh, leaning down so his front was against your back. He moved his hands from your hips to your hands that was gripping the sheets. He intertwined your hands, placing small kisses on your upper back before moving to your neck, nipping at your skin, earning tiny moans from you as he stilled inside you again. This wouldn’t be the last time you two would be intimate, but with everything that has occurred, he was just reveling at the moment.

“Daddy, please go faster.” You pleaded, gasping as he began to pound into you.

“Like this querida?” He moved one hand to wrap around your neck, slightly pulling you back so you were slightly lifted off the bed, while his other hand remained on yours. Angel began pounding in and out of you, the pressure he had on your neck was just the perfect added sensation.

You moaned out his name, his hand gripping yours along with the sheets. His lips was beside your ear, grunting as continued to pound into you.

“You look so fucking beautiful.” He coaxed. He felt your walls clenching him, your impending orgasm

“Angel,” the way you whimpered his name, it was intoxicating. It was embedded and his memories, a sound he wanted to head over and over again.

“You ready to cream daddy’s dick?” Angel was close as well, that familiar feeling at the pit of his stomach was there. His pace became stuttered, continuing to pound into you.

“Yes daddy.”

Angel moved the hand against your throat down your front until he reached your tiny nub, the one that’s been screaming for attention. Wetting it with your own combined juices, he rubbed your clit, your orgasm almost came instantly. You cried out his name, your volume would sure have the neighbors aware of what was occurring. Angel came after you, his throbbing cock stilling inside you as he coated your walls. You felt your legs shaking as you came down from this high. Angel slipped out of you, his come seeping out. He smacked your ass, causing you to moan, but that’s all you could do. You were spent in the best fucking way.

Angel kissed his way up your body, turning your head to face him when he got to the top. He kissed you, turning your body so that you were on your back. Cupping your face, the way he caressed made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy.

“So you gonna quit playin’ and be my girl?” Angel pulled away from you long enough to ask before kissing you again.

This man’s lips were sinful.

Hell, everything about Angel Reyes was sinful.

How was he going to kiss you after asking that?

You sighed, pulling away so his lips hovered above yours. Opening your eyes, you met Angel’s intense stare and caressed his face with your hand.

“I thought I was already your girl?” You teased, closing the gap between you for a quick kiss. “Are you sure about this?”

“I am, are you?” Angel wanted it to be your choice. If you needed more time, he would give that to you.

You moved the back of your hand against Angel’s cheek, his brown eyes looking at you, waiting for your answer. The fact Angel always put the ball on your table, it was different and much appreciated.

“Yes, I am.”

=================

You sat beside your co-worker at work, watching the clock so it would go faster and you could go to lunch. You were at the clinic today and you had a surge in the morning, but currently, you had no patients. Trying your best not to yawn, you hold it in and check your phone. Angel’s name popped up and you smiled.

Favorite Roomie 🍆😏 ‘You want some meat for lunch? 😏’

You cackled.

‘Mmm, feeling veggies today.’

You placed your phone down feeling eyes on you. Looking over, you found your work bestie, Jasmine giving you a knowing look.

“What?” You asked.

“What did BD want?”

“BD?” You were confused by her abbreviation.

“Big dick.”

“Jas!” You playfully smack her. “He’s just being a little shit.” Lifting up your phone, Angel’s reply made you cackle once again.

Favorite roomie 🍆😏

Stop being a little shit, you a rabbit? I know your kind of rabbit. 😏 But for real, what do you want from Wendy’s? I’m in line.

You furrowed your eyebrows.

‘Nuggets and fries, and a frosty.’ ‘Also, how did you know it’s lunch?’

Placing your phone down again, Jasmine shook her head. “You two have been dating for how long now?”

“Two months?” You couldn’t believe the two months passed as quickly as it did. One day you were just roommates, the next he basically moved into your room and the next, he was your boyfriend. The adjustment hasn’t been difficult at all. Angel was always very affectionate, but the biggest difference was the intimacy. The kisses, the sex, and just the sweet little things he would do for you.

“You know it’s been a year at this point. He was just waiting for Adam to be gone and boom, slid in.” Jasmine was ecstatic for you. She was the first friend you made in Santo Padre. When you told her you lived with Angel Reyes, she applauded you. She knew of Angel’s reputation, it was hard to not know about the Mayans. From her friends who had slept with Angel, she heard nothing but raving reviews. And besides that, it seemed that Angel was a solid guy, nice, but ghosted them afterwards. But then when you spoke to her about Angel, the things he did, even she knew he was in love. Then she witnessed your interactions at the Mayans Clubhouse or the BBQ’s you two held at your place, she knew it was only a matter of time.

Picking up your phone, Angel had replied.

Favorite roomie 🍆😏

I literally eat lunch with you every fucking day. You always play like I don’t know you.😒🤔 A creature of habit. Got it baby. You got time to suck daddy’s dick though? 🤔 Also, did you change my motherfucking name on your phone?

You choked on the water you were drinking, shaking your head. Angel has been changing his name on your phone to future husband and you would change it back to your favorite roomie. Ezekiel was named future brother in law, which surprised you.

‘You’re too damn much.’ ‘Hmm, since you’re bringing me food, sure.’ ‘I’m not saying you don’t know me, I just didn’t think you’d keep on track of that.’ ‘Of course I did, you’re my favorite roomie.’

“Did you tell him that you got a job offer in LA from Pierre?”

Pierre, your ED doctor friend/mentor, lived in LA predominantly and did a few shifts in Santo Padre as some community outreach. He worked at Cedars Sinai and got you a job, which was amazing since Cedars Sinai was at the center of LA and you could learn so much more.

“No, I mean, I doubt I’m going to take it.” You shrugged.

“It’s Cedars Sinai, it would open opportunities for you.” Jasmine knew why you were hesitant, but this opportunity didn’t come by often.

You opened your mouth to reply, but Angel’s voice startled you.

“Give me your phone. Favorite roomie.” He scoffed, extending his hand towards you.

“Boy, you’re not just going to demand shit without at least saying hello.” Jasmine scolded.

Angel held his hands up. “Sorry Jas, hello, how you doing, I got you some nuggets from Wendy’s.” He handed her the bag of food he got for her. “Come on baby, phone.”

“Angel, it’s not my break yet.”

“Yes it is, it’s 12:30 on the dot. Let’s go.”

Jasmine chuckled. “Better listen to the asshole over here.”

“That’s right. Listen to me, let’s go.”

You rolled your eyes before hugging Jasmine. Taking your phone, you followed Angel to the van and went to the back where Angel usually set up a blanket for you two to sit in and fool around if you had time.

Settling on the blanket, you take out your food and your mouth watered. “You’re the best babe.”

“Yeah I know,” he leaned over to give you a kiss and grabbed your phone. He unlocked your phone, keeping your phone away as you tried to grab it. “If you change this shit one more fucking time, I’m going to cuff your hands and edge you.”

You gave Angel an incredulous look, pushing him. “Angel, why do you keep changing it? Are you not my favorite roomie.”

“I’m not your fucking roommate, I’ve been upgraded to boyfriend.” Angel scoffed. He didn’t want to be offended by your constant need to change his name on your phone. He figured it was some weird defensive mechanism you had since you were the worst with change. He was surprised you had decided to move to LA, but he realized that you grew up in Los Angeles and moved to Santo Padre at the beginning of high school. He remembered how closed off you were and didn’t really open up till sophomore year and once you did, you and Angel clicked.

“Should I put favorite boyfriend then?” You teased him. The word husband had such certainty to it. You two had just begun dating. Sure, you two dated in high school and you two have been roommates for years, but that didn’t equal immediate marriage.

“Or you can stop playing and put future husband.” Angel rolled his eyes as he took a bite from his burger, shoving a few pieces of fries in his mouth. “We have a party at the clubhouse later, what time should I come get you?”

“Come get me? Angel, I’m not going. I’m going out with Jas, you know this.” You took a bite of your nuggets, leaning against the van. “And don’t even say bring her to the clubhouse, we’ve been planning this for weeks.” Captain Marvel came out and you and Jas had been planning to see it since it was announced.

“Shit, that’s right. Stop by afterward?” He suggested. Being with you was easy for Angel. Eating lunch with you every day, cooking with you at home, grocery shopping, cuddling, laundry, fucking, building furniture you get for the apartment, and fucking, it was all easy for Angel. What he was finding difficult was when you would be lost in your own world, or revert back to just putting this distance between you two as just friends. A few nights ago, you had locked the door and he came home late, he knocked on your door till you finally answered, and you were slightly irate then apologized for locking the door on him.

“Okay.”

You two ate in silence, both of your attention mostly on your Instagrams. Angel didn’t like this type of silence between you two since it was just awkward. You two could usually talk about random topics, but as of late, if you two were together, you would occupy yourself with your cell phone.

“You’re serious about us, right?” The insecurities Angel had screamed at him on the daily. His feeling of inadequacy stemming from him being in the shadow of his younger brother. The love he never felt from his own father, being second best. His mother tried her best and Angel felt she did love him, but his father was a different story. With the hesitancy and the hot and coldness you presented towards Angel, it frustrated him. While he was sure of his feelings for you, he felt that while you seemed present in the relationship a majority of the time, there were times where it seemed like you two weren’t together, that you two were just friends. He felt like he was your fuck buddy.

You gave him an incredulous look and raised an eyebrow. “Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” You understood Angel’s questions in some way. You could be hot and cold, which made you feel terrible, but it was hard not to be. Keeping a distance between you two was the safer option for now.

“I don’t know Y/N. At times, I feel like you’re just not in it. We literally eat together every day, so why ask me how I know it’s your lunchtime? You keep changing my name on your phone and girls usually find that shit cute. You know, I just don’t understand why you have this wall up between us. I’m committed to us, I’ve been committed.”

A frown appeared on your face, not liking how you made Angel feel. It wasn’t on purpose. You did this with almost every man you dated or boyfriend after Carmelo. If you didn’t get incredibly attached, you wouldn’t miss red flags like you did with Carmelo. Keeping yourself above the water, and alert, you wouldn’t have to worry about falling back into such blindness.

“It’s not on purpose. I told you, damaged goods remember?” You could feel his intense eyes trained on you, while your eyes remained on the nuggets on your lap. “Maybe this is too soon? Or I’m just not ready.”

“You fucking dated Adam.” Angel let out in frustration.

“Yes but Adam doesn’t have any added complications with him. I had fun and my only worry is basically just my job. There was no stress with him because,” you paused, trying to form the right words. “I didn’t love Adam, he was fun to have around and I never had to worry about losing myself with him. But with you, every time I’m around you, I find myself falling even greater. If we ever broke up, I would lose our friendship. If I lost myself in this relationship, I may not catch red flags like I did with Carmelo.” The seriousness of this conversation was weighing heavy on you. You didn’t want to have this conversation during a fucking lunch break. “Fuck, can we please talk about this later? This isn’t the right place for this.”

“Nope, you’re going to find some way to ghost me. You don’t think I’m afraid of that too? You’re not fucking damaged goods, stop saying that. What Carmelo did to you was despicable, but look where you are now. You’re an amazing woman. You are also a woman who wears her heart on her sleeves and gives her all.” Angel watched as you fidgeted with your fingers, moving your food every once in a while. “I understand why you’re hesitant mi cielo, but, I’m not Carmelo and I never will be Carmelo. I’m in this relationship for the long run, I have no thoughts about us breaking up or anything fucking ridiculous like that. Open your heart to me Y/N, I’ve never hurt you once.”

“You said thank you.” The night of prom was still so fresh in your mind. You knew then that you and Angel weren’t going to last much longer.

“What?”

“When I told you I love you, you said thank you.” You smiled sadly, closing your food and placing it on the bag. “I should go, my break is over.”

Angel watched as you exited the van.

“Fuck!” He yelled out.

He said thank you because he knew you two were going to separate. If he acknowledged his feelings for you, if he told you he loved you, he wouldn’t be able to let you go.

And now, of course it would bite him on the ass.

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