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Set in sand - Chapter 14

We mark the year 1934 and a peculiar journal falls into your hands. It's telling the tale of an outlaw and the downfall of a gang. Some pages are torn and others are downright unreadable, but nevertheless, you are still able to make out some parts of the tragic story.

With the help of a certain time traveler friend of yours, will you be able to save the author of the journal or will you be the cause for his demise?

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Word count: 3.8k

TW: end-game spoilers will be mentioned very early on in the story, 18+ MDNI, sexual themes, violence, gore, death, misogynistic themes (anything that happens in the game as well), she/her pronouns, this chapter has an animal dying in it in case you're a bit sensitive to that

Two weeks have passed now since the incident with the O'Driscolls and things have gone back to how they used to be. Except for your friendship with Arthur that is. It's not a too noticeable change, but there has definitely been a shift in the dynamic between the two of you.

You can feel it in the fleeing, yet lingering touches. How his knuckles would brush over yours when he passes you or how the tips of his fingers would apply a soft pressure on your skin, leaving the spot feeling as if it's on fire afterwards.

You can see it in his blue orbs when they'd meet yours over the camp fire. How you'd lock eyes with each other while standing on opposite sides of camp or how his gaze searches for yours whenever you're close by.

All these small acts leave a warm sensation in your chest that has you grinning like an idiot. At times you'd feel like an absolute buffoon, because he only has to say one word to you and you'd be floating on clouds.

"Jesus, get a room.", Sadie would snarl annoyingly, but at the same time jokingly, whenever she catches you smile the silliest of smiles.

Even now you can't go one day without talking to the outlaw. You cross the camp to walk over to the pier where he's sitting at and scribbling away in his journal. You can't help but wonder what he's writing in there or perhaps it's another drawing. Is it about you perhaps?

"Look who's all better.", you call out to him and lean against one of the posts keeping the wooden structure standing. "I suppose I can't talk you into resting for another week."

Arthur closes the journal and takes his hat off, placing it in his lap. His calloused hands fidget with it, fingers tracing over the rim.

"Nah, can't do. I got work to do, stealin' family jewels and such.", he answers with his lips curled up into a half smile.

"Of course you do." Your gaze wanders over to the river. The large body of water is a constant reminder of the decision you made a while ago.

For a short time you were worried that you might regret chucking Francis' device away, but all you feel is relief. Relief and content. There is no responsibility looming over you and with throwing away your return ticket, you have simultaneously gotten rid of your anxiety.

It's refreshing and light as if you had slid a heavy winter coat off your shoulders to welcome the warmth of an upcoming spring with open arms. Or maybe you're just full of shit and have been exaggerating everything this entire time.

"I will actually also be busy today, I'll have you know.", you say and Arthur raises his eyebrows in fake bewilderment.

"Really now? And here I was, afraid that I might have put you out of a job with my recovery.", he says, earning a soft chuckle from you.

"I saw Beau the other day and he invited me for a small chat this afternoon. You're very welcome to join me if you're interested."

He shakes his head and waves it off. "No, I think I'll pass."

That doesn't come as a surprise to you considering how it went last time with the young Gray and his (not so secret) secret love affair. Arthur probably wants to avoid sneaking around and delivering letters again and you don't blame him for that.

"I'll see you this evening then.", you say and he stands up with a low grunt.

The bullet wound must still hurt at least a little bit. He does his very best to hide it, but you can see it in the small things. It's the details, the little cracks and nooks where the truth leaks out, but you also know that he'd rather get his other shoulder shot at as well than to admit it.

Arthur stands before you, his hand twitching, longing for yours. "Try to stay out of trouble."

"I always do.", you respond with a knowing smirk. As much as you actually try to stay out of it, it somehow still finds you as if it's naturally drawn to you.

Just as you are a natural at getting out of it unscathed. Most of the time at least. He returns your smile and nods as he places his signature cowboy hat back on his head. "Sure."

With that you walk over to the hitching posts and get Penthesilea ready for the small trip. You can't wait to ride out with her again. It's been an awfully long time with you not sitting in a saddle.

She greets you cheerfully and you make your way towards the Gray manor. It's a beautiful day today with the sun being so high up and the birds chirping away. Much to your relief, the roads seem to be pretty empty as well as there are no other travellers crossing your path.

Even the Gray residency shows a lack of activity, but you assume that it must be Sean's and Arthur's doing. The sight of the burned down tobacco fields fills you with a grim feeling.

Yes, it is quite the jab against the supposedly rich family, but now the workers are out of jobs as well. You can't imagine that Tavish Gray, the head of the family, would keep them around when there's no use of them anymore.

A sigh escapes your lips as you approach the manor from the front where only one guard is posted this time. It's a surprisingly young lad who can't be a day older than 18. You had no idea that Mr. Gray even employs guards this young.

"I'm here to visit Beau.", you tell him and he studies you through narrowed eyes. He squares up his shoulders as he approaches you slowly, taking in your appearance.

You can't tell where this sudden hostility is coming from or perhaps he's just being too eager. He might be the type who'd want to prove himself to his boss and colleagues, especially at that age.

"Who are you?", he asks in a rather demanding tone and you stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

There was a time where someone like him, holding a rifle like that, would have intimidated you, but not anymore. By now you know that you'd outsling him without a doubt. With a polite smile on your face, you give him your name and hope that Beau has mentioned you and your meet-up to the security.

"You can find him at the stables."

As you signal Penthesilea to move, the young man lifts his hand and you raise your eyebrow in confusion.

What is it now?

"I need you to leave your horse over there.", he tells you, pointing at the opposite direction and you give him a puzzled look.

"Why?"

Obviously he isn't too fond of your questioning as his nostrils flare up in irritation. "We have some new security measures. Just do as I say, Lady."

His rude tone rubs you the wrong way and as much as you'd love to stay here and argue with him, you know that it would be foolish. You shouldn't get on either family's bad side. Not while Dutch and the others are trying to stay on good terms while exploiting them.

So you do as instructed and leave your Andalusian at the spot he pointed at and go towards the stables on foot. You still remember the layout of the property from your last visit, but it's not too complicated anyways.

After reaching the stables, you spot a familiar mop of brown hair and you lean with both arms against the gate. The wood creaks under your weight and Beau turns around.

His entire face lights up as his eyes fall on you and he stretches out his arms. "You're here!" Then he peeks over your shoulder as if he's searching for something. "I assume our friend didn't want to join us?"

"No, he's busy.", you lie and Beau turns his attention back to the horse he was brushing before your interruption.

"I just have to finish up some things 'round here if you don't mind.", he tells you over his shoulder which makes you shake your head.

"Take your time." You eyes scan the area to make sure no one is eavesdropping. "Listen, what is it with that extra security measure here? The guard at the front entrance was acting like a dick."

At that Beau shrugs. "Hell if I know. My family doesn't tell me what's goin' on most of the time and it's not any different now."

You had hoped to get a better answer from him, but it still doesn't surprise you.

"Must be the tobacco fields.", you mutter to yourself.

It would only make sense to be more cautious after that incident, but then why would they only post one guard? And such an inexperienced one like him as well? The more you think about it, the less sense it makes, but maybe you're just overthinking it.

After all they made Dutch, Bill and Arthur deputies on a drunk whim. That alone tells you that they don't tend to think things through.

"How are things with you and you know who?", you ask, leaving Penelope's name unspoken intentionally.

Everyone and their grandma might already know about the two young lovers, but you still want to at least try to keep it a secret. The sigh Beau let's out doesn't sound too good.

"It's not goin' too well at all after my cousins saw me at the rally.", he answers and the corners of your mouth drop a little.

You can't say that you didn't expect it, but it's nevertheless, sad news. You really like the couple. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's nothin' new. I guess."

Then you hear voices approaching and you exchange wide eyed looks with the young Gray.

Quiet now.

You can't be dropping the Braithwaite woman's name with people around. It doesn't matter whether they're part of the family or ordinary workers. By the sound of it, it looks to be the latter.

"I'm tellin' ya! They all picked up their guns and rode off to town.", one of them says with the raspiness of a dedicated chainsmoker.

The other sounds way smoother in comparison. "But why? Do ya think they'll finally wage war against that damned family?"

All your attention is now set on that conversation. It wouldn't be too big of a twist if the Grays decided to shoot up the Braithwaite manor after all the mischief the gang has caused for them.

"No, no. They said they was meetin' some Yankees at the Sheriff's. To settle a score, they said."

His answer makes your heart drop and you look at Beau with a mortified expression. There are only so many Yankees in this area they could be talking about and you'd bet all your money that they mean yours.

That's when you recall Sean telling you earlier today that he'd go to Rhodes together with Bill and Micah. Beau steps closer to you and you push yourself off the gate.

"I need to leave. Now.", you say, urgency and panic lacing your voice and you turn your head towards where you had left Penthesilea.

She's on the whole other side of the property, but if you run faat enough you could still make it to the others in time. Suddenly reigns are being shoved into your hand, ripping you out of your thoughts.

"Take one of the horses.", Beau says and you give him a grateful look.

Words can't describe your gratitude, but you don't have the time to attempt it anyways. With a nod in his direction, you mount the horse he has given you and signal it to carry you to town at full speed.

Buildings appear in the distance as you race over fields and jump over fences, not even bothering to follow the road like you usually do. Soon you spot the group walking along the main street and notice that it's four of them instead of three.

Arthur is in the back, clearly engrossed in a heated discussion with the others with the way he gestures around with his arms. Of course that moron is here as well. It seems as if he always manages to get the front row seat to whatever danger is presenting itself at the moment.

"Boys!", you yell at the top of your lungs and they stop in their tracks to look at you. You're almost right by them now. "Go back! Run! They know that-"

You don't get to finish your sentence as the loud bang of a gun cuts through the air, blowing your horse's head clean off. Warm blood splatters over your face and clothes and you come crashing down.

The fall knocks all the air out of your lungs and you gasp like a fish on land, trying to breathe. As the men take cover behind some crates, you realize that one of your legs is stuck under the horse and you grunt and pant while trying to lift the heavy body.

A bullet lands awfully close to the ground next to you and you let out a terrified yelp. Then suddenly the weight on your leg vanishes as you watch Arthur and Sean hoist the animal off you. Just enough for you to get out.

Quickly you crawl to one of the crates to hide behind as well and take out your Schofield. It's a near damn miracle that you didn't lose this weapon during the fall and you cling onto it so tight that the whites on your knuckles are showing.

By the looks of it, it seems like the entire damn Gray family is out to get you.

"How'd you know it was a set-up?", Bill yells over the gunshots out to you.

"I was at the manor and overheard the workers mentioning it!", you scream back and duck as the top of the crate explodes into hundreds of splinters.

Luckily none of them hit you and you peek around the corner to aim your weapon. One man falls down on his knees after you pull the trigger and you quickly take cover again.

The boys are talking about something along the lines of changing positions, but you can't see how you'd do that. With all these bullets raining down on you, you're scared to even blink.

Micah yells something about retreating to the gunsmith's and you plan a mental route in your mind. If you take the way behind the buildings then you should be fine. Unfortunately just as you're about to start moving, hands grab you from behind and violently yank you back.

With a short cut scream you stumble backwards, but catch your balance in time to avoid hitting the ground. Two men stand before you with large hunting knives and without hesitation you point the barrel of your Schofield at them and fire two shots.

One goes down immediately, meanwhile the other let's out a guttural cry as he falls to his knees, gripping his thigh. Before you could finish him off, your revolver is being knocked out of your hands and you're being dragged to the Sheriff's office.

No matter how much you kick, punch and fight back, the person's grip on you is like iron. Shortly after you go through the door, a group of three follow you closely behind. It's two men, struggling to hold Bill in place who is putting as much effort into breaking free as you.

"Sheriff Gray! You need to get a hold on this town! It's going to hell!", you hear Micah shout from outside.

A quick look at Leigh Gray tells you all you need to know. Instead of admitting his unavoidable defeat, his nostrils flare up in outrage. "Who do you think you are? A bunch of two-bit thugs from God knows where? You're so dumb to think that we don't know what you've been doin'!"

Micah doesn't sound too fazed when he answers. "Come out, Sheriff! It's over!"

This is the first time ever that you're actually glad to have Micah here with his unwavering confidence and never ending bloodlust. These people here stand no chance against that maniac.

"We put down far worse than you! A hundred times over! This is the Gray's town. Always has been, always will be!"

"The only Gray's left I see 'round here, is you!", the outlaw argues and the Sheriff let's out a huff.

"You want us to come out? We'll come out!" With that they kick open the door and one of the men pushes Bill out.

A smack of the lips can be heard from Arthur. "Oh, Bill!", he says rather annoyed.

His entire attitude shifts the moment they force you through the door though. A pair of blue orbs are focused on you, but all you can think about is the feeling of cold metal on your temple. A shotgun is being pointed at you and mental images of your brain out on the floor pass by your inner eye.

"Guns on the ground now! All three of you!", one of the men demands harshly.

"Don't do it!", Bill insists and you nod approvingly. If the three of them surrender now, then you're all fucked.

"You know we can't do that. You put the gun down Sheriff!" Arthur's voice sounds strained from anger.

The barrel is being pushed closer against your temple, but you feel the Sheriff tremble behind you. "I'll blow her brains out!"

That was the wrong move to make. Next thing you know the man falls back as a bullet enters his scull and he almost drags you down with him. After Arthur, Micah and Sean deal with the rest, you stumble down the stairs and feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your body.

"Are you hurt anywhere?", the outlaw asks you and his eyes scan your face and figure for any injuries.

You manage a shake of your head. "No, this isn't my blood."

Getting it out of your hair and clothes is going to be a piece of work once it dries up which it's already starting to do.

"This really went well. Right, lads?", Sean comments, his words oozing with sarcasm and Bill throws his hands up in the air.

"How the hell was I supposed to know?" His voice comes out harsh and defensive and Arthur glares daggers at him as he let's go of you. Immediately, you start missing the closeness.

"Oh let me guess!", the outlaw shouts, getting louder and louder with each word. "They set us up once before, they didn't like us, we destroyed their farm. Should I go on?"

Micah comes strolling over with his arms stretched out. "Go easy on him, Morgan. He was out tryin' to find a lead, same as you, same as Hosea. All you do is complain when things don't work out. Except when it's your own goddamn fault."

"You don't know what you're talkin' about.", Arthur snarls through gritted teeth. "You don't give a damn 'bout nobody but yourself!"

The other man let's out a dry laugh and raises his hands. "Oh, you act so high and mighty, but you're no better than the rest of us. I've ridden with you boys close to what? Six months now? And all you've ever done was complain. You can fight, but you can't think."

"And you can't do either." Arthur briefly touches your shoulder, motioning to where his horse is hitched and your groups starts walking.

Even though you don't need the help, he still lends you a hand when you mount his horse. He agrees to give you a ride to the Gray residency to pick up Penthesilea while the others return back to camp.

Somehow you manage to convince him to wait at the edge of the property and let you sneak in alone. If you come riding in now, looking like someone spilled a bucket of blood over you, you will only alarm the young guard at the entrance.

He already isn't particularly fond of you and you don't expect him to just let you get to your horse. It doesn't take too long though and you manage to stay undetected. You feel guilty for getting the horse Beau let you borrow killed, but perhaps he will understand once you explain the situation to him.

If you will ever get the chance to do so. With the ambush in town, there is nothing that speaks in favor for staying here. In fact, after shooting up and successfully killing the entire town the last thing you should do is linger.

Arthur and you make your way back as fast as possible, expecting everyone to be running around and packing, but you're being met with an entirely different sight. A small group of people is gathered around Dutch's tent and it looks serious.

You exchange puzzled looks with Arthur before you walk over to see what exactly is going on. Abgail's eyes are red and puffy and panic is written all over her features.

"Where's my goddamn son?", the woman yells, rage and fear lacing her voice. "Where is he? Where's my son? They took him, didn't they? They took my son."

"Who?", you ask and Hosea walks up to you.

He points at something behind him. "We think the Braithwaite woman took him. That Kieran saw a couple of fellers."

Your heart drops after hearing that. Turns out both families decided to strike at the same time.

"Where's my son?", Abigail chimes in again. "If anythin'- where is my son, Dutch Van Der Linde?"

Dutch places his hand on her shoulder and looks her deep into the eyes. "We will find him. We will bring him back to you and we will kill any fool who had the temerity to touch one hair on that boy's head. Abigail, you have my word."

In the corner of your eyes you spot John walking up to your group. His face is strained and his entire body is tense. You don't remember the last time you have seen him like that. If you ever even have.

"Just get me back my son.", Abigail says and the men start walking towards the horses.

"I will get that boy back, so help me God!"

Your eyes are fixed on the worried mother and you put your hand on her back. You'd have offered her a hug too if you weren't covered in blood.

In the distance you see the rest of the men in camp approaching and Bill calls out. "Dutch, we just heard what happened with Jack. So you need extra guns?"

As the men ride off, you walk Abigail to her tent and sit down with her.

"Jack is going to be fine. They will bring him back to you by the end of the day, you'll see.", you say in a soothing tone and rub circles on her back.

These animals will regret this. You're sure of it.

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dandelionfairyyy · 1 year ago

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Messy G. G.

Summary: just two lost souls finally finding peace in each others company

Pairing: Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz x fem!reader

Wordcount: 7,193 (I’m sorry 😭)

Triggerwaning: 16+ because of slight mention of: blood, torture, GSWs, panic attacks, use of drugs, underweight, mental struggle, trauma and death as well as explicit described sexual acts and possible incorrect description of certain things/feelings and possible writing mistakes

A/N: this piece turned out longer than I expected but I hope you still like it. And as a disclaimer or something: just to make it clear, I didn’t experienced any of this so I apologize for incorrect descriptions.

Red-stained water flows from your hands as you look at yourself in the mirror. Your face bears more stains and you have to close your eyes for a moment and breathe deeply to push back the memory as you continue to wash the red from your skin.

It's like dejà vu. Every time you clean up after painting, you feel transported back to the night three months ago.

There was red everywhere, as if one of your colours had tipped over, but your Ma had been clear when she had forbidden you to paint in the living room. And you had kept to it.

Your gaze wandered through the room of chaos and your breath was taken away when you spotted someone.

"Dad!"

You go down on your knees in front of him, pressing your hands on the gunshot wound in his chest from which blood was still running. Tears now ran down your cheeks as you remembered your mum and siblings.

"Where's Ma? And Olivia? And Wesley? Dad!"

Your dad made a strained groan and mumbled something. You moved your ear closer to his mouth and heard, "They took her... They wanted... Documents... Ma doesn't know anything about it... Bank... 273B..." You couldn't make sense of it, to you it all sounded like the confused ramblings of a dying man, but soon you realised that he was actually serious.

Agitated, you wash the red colour and salty tears from your cheeks. Your hands clench around the ceramics of your sink in an attempt to push back the panic attack.

They cannot hurt you. They cannot hurt you.

They know nothing about you...

With shaky hands, you open the small medicine compartment next to the mirror.

Shit!

You had smoked the last one the day before yesterday... frustrated, you slam the door again and grab your fanny pack with your money before heading to your new friend Johnny. The shivering slowly subsides. The cold winter air seems to help.

"Hey Sugar," he greets you with his typical flirty smirk.

"Quit it. I'm not in the mood. I need another five...'

Johnny looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "When we met you didn't want to know anything about the drugs and now you're one of my most loyal customers? What the hell happened to you?"

"Let's not talk about it," you suggest and take a few dollar notes out of your pocket.

Johnny presses the little bag into your hand and takes the money from you. "Hey, if you ever need something stronger, let me know."

"Don't give me any ideas."

Johnny playfully raises his hands defensively. "Just an offer." He looks at you again with concern. You've known each other for a few years now, travelled in the same circles and he's taken you to his heart. But you've only really had closer contact since the incident. That's why he was worried about you now. You hadn't told him what happened, you'd just asked him three months ago for something to quiet the mind and let you sleep. "Sugar, there's a party at one of my boys' on Friday night. Do you want to come?"

"I'll think about it." With those words, you turn around and make your way back to your little flat. Your flat... It belonged to your parents. It was bought as an investment at the time. Along with two others. For you and your siblings, should you want to move out. Now you have three flats and a house, as well as a flourishing family business worth millions, and you don't know what to do with it. And that's just what you know.

When you check the letterbox, there is another letter from your family's lawyer. You know what it says. That you should accept or reject the inheritance listed. That you have to take care of so many things you never wanted to worry about...

Closing the flat door with one foot, you make your way to the couch.

It doesn't take long and you have your "medicine" in stock again and you reach for the lighter on the small table.

The herbal taste spreads through your mouth after the first hit. After the third, you finally start to feel the marijuana. The comforting blanket wraps around your thoughts and they finally quiet down. The traumatic images from three months ago blur into a simple mist in your mind and you breathe a sigh of relief.

Knowing that hunger will soon set in, you make your way to the kitchen with the joint between your lips and take a look in the fridge.

Margarita, your parents' housekeeper, who is now looking after you, has put something in the fridge for you. Reading the little message lying next to it, you start to heat it up in the pan.

Because I know you won't cook anything anyway, I took the liberty of preparing something for you. You really should eat more, child.

You smirk.

Margarita has been working for your family for more than twenty years, taking care of the household and you and your siblings as children. Now there is only you left for her to take care of. You take another drag and these thoughts also fall completely silent.

Instead, you focus on the food.

Margarita's food was always incredible, but with the effect of the marijuana it is even better. Smiling contentedly, you eat in complete silence before fatigue sets in soon after.

Yawning, you plod barefoot from the kitchen back to the couch.

Next to the pillow lies the little sheep that you have had as a cuddly toy since birth. If someone asked you, you would deny that you still sleep with a cuddly toy, but since what happened three months ago, the little sheep has given you comfort when no one else could.

You lovingly hug the fluffy thing to you and finally close your eyes to fall asleep shortly afterwards.

Your flat actually consists of three rooms. A bedroom, a study and a living room.

But two of the three rooms are empty. The walls are bare and there is not a single piece of furniture in them. Only in the living room is a couch where you sleep and a table next to it. Otherwise, the boxes that Margarita packed for you from the house are standing around. You haven't even opened most of them. Everything in them reminds you of something that is no longer there.

Friday morning you finally stand in front of the mirror and look at yourself. You have lost a lot of weight after the incident, but thanks to Margarita, who forced you to eat more in the beginning, your clothes start to fit again.

You no longer wear your belts in the last hole, your T-shirts no longer hang down like sacks. Your hair looks fuller and healthier again.

Maybe you should make a change?

After a moment's thought, you call Margarita. And only thirty minutes later she is standing in front of your flat with hair dye.

"Are you sure, dear?" she asks in her Russian accent for the third time and lowers the scissors again. "Your beautiful hair..." When you were little, she made you pigtails every morning. Sometimes one, sometimes two. Sometimes braided, sometimes not. And every day she admired your full and soft hair.

By now you can do most of the braids on your own. But in the last few months you have neglected yourself. This is also noticeable in your hair.

"Yes, Margarita. I'm sure of it. And don't worry. It will grow back anyway..." you reply with a grin and watch as she takes a strand of your hair, applies the scissors and squints. You hear the sound of the scissors cutting through your hair. There is no turning back now.

Three hours later, you're standing in front of the mirror again and looking at your new hairstyle.

The dark brown has turned into a light blonde and your hair is much shorter. Before it almost reached your bottom, now it doesn't even reach your shoulder. The end just hovers over it. You didn't know how heavy hair can actually be.

"Wow...", you say and run your fingers through your new hair. You part your hair in the middle, make a side parting, and finally bites your lower lip with an admiring smile.

"You look great, love," she confirms to you and as you turn to thank her, she sees for the first time the glow in your eyes again for three months.

She hopes so much that you will slowly get back on your feet. You are like a daughter to her. She has watched you grow up and looked after you when your parents were busy again. So it hurts her heart every time to see you the way you are. You are lost. Lost in a world where you don't belong, where you never wanted to belong.

How she would love to take this burden off your shoulders, but she could not. All she can do is stand by your side and help when it is needed. But first you have to find your footing again.

After another look in the mirror, you decide to go to that party Johnny invited you to. While Margarita tidies up the flat again, you carelessly go through the boxes of expensive clothes.

Finally, you're back in front of the mirror in a pair of ripped jeans and a crop top. You look at yourself with a smile.

"You look like an angel," Margarita says as she leans against the doorframe, watching you.

You would not describe yourself as an angel, but as beautiful.

It has been a long time since you felt yourself to be beautiful. You see in the eyes of your old friend and housekeeper the hope that you wanted to feel so much. You no longer want to be this wreck, this shadow of yourself. But you are now in this new world where you never wanted to belong. And you don't know how to find your footing in it.

Shaking your head, you push the thoughts aside and thank Margarita again with a kiss on the cheek. You still ask her for one last favour, because you have to get to the party somehow.

"Sugar, what a surprise. I didn't expect to see you." "Well, if you want, I can leave again..." you joke.

Johnny smiles and grabs your hand to pull you into the house and his arms. "You look hot by the way", he whispers in your ear and places a kiss on your temple.

"Whatever," you dismiss the compliment with a little laugh and let yourself join the group of other partygoers.

"Hey guys, this is Y/N," Johnny introduces you and drops onto one of the couches. He pulls you with him onto his lap.

"You wish, Johnny. Keep your hands off. I am your customer, not your girlfriend, Sugar." You emphasise the pet name, which he always uses for you, especially.

"Worth a try, isn't it?"

You let your gaze wander around the room. Apart from Johnny, there are four other men sitting in the room. spread out the couches. "You call this a party? Or is this just the warm-up round?" you finally ask.

"I didn't know if you'd really come and how much of a party animal you are." Had he really done that just for you?

"Since when do you care how I am?" you ask him, poking him in the side.

"Some people I just like to take care of.

You look at him with raised eyebrows and don't respond further to his comment. Instead you say, "You didn't answer my question?"

"Hey Timothy, send out a message that there's a party here at short notice," Johnny gives to one of the other guests.

"You got it, boss."

"You'll have your party in an hour," Johnny promises and you smile. He leans forward a little and finally presses his lips to yours. You allow it for a few seconds before you release and place a finger on his lips, shaking your head.

"Nice try." You turn away from him and disappear into the bathroom.

A few deep breaths, a little water over your forearms and you're all better.

When you come back, you don't sit down next to Johnny again, but on the sofa opposite him. You need some space between you and him.

You like Johnny, he's a good friend, you can count on him, but he wants something from you. He makes no secret of it, but he doesn't understand that you don't want anything from him.

Now you are sitting next to a lanky young man, about your age, maybe a little older. With your back against the armrest, you casually put your legs diagonally across his, eliciting an overwhelmed "oh... okay" from him before you say, "Johnny didn't introduce us. I'm Y/N." You reach out your hand to him.

He takes it and introduces himself as "Mouse". You look at him in amazement. "Mouse?"

"Actually it's Greg, Mouse is a ridiculous nickname, but I've come to terms with it. Nice to meet you, Y/N."

"Nice to meet you too."

As Johnny promised, less than an hour later there was a party going on in the house. Music booms muffled from the big room into the smaller one where you are still sitting on the couch with Mouse. He's thawed out enough by now that he had his hands on your thighs to keep your legs from sliding down.

You feel Johnny's jealous gaze on you, but try to ignore it as much as possible.

"Hey Mouse. Are you also part of Johnny's business?" you finally ask curiously. To be honest, he doesn't really look like a dealer, more like a customer.

"I would rather say business partner.”

You look at him curiously.

"He introduces me to people who I then work for. I'm a computer crack."

"Oh. That's cool. I don't have anything to do with it. I'm totally incompetent at it. My talents lie elsewhere."

"It's not that hard. What do you do?"

"Y/N has divine hands...", Johnny comments and one of the men laughs quietly in the background.

"You bet," you hear and roll your eyes. Thanks to a former girlfriend, you now have that reputation gone...

"So I'm an artist," you clarify. "Johnny also introduces me to people I work for. I've painted one or two forgeries of famous works of art. There's even one hanging in the museum here in Chicago." You wink at him with a proud grin. "But most of the works are my own."

"Are you selling them?"

"Some. I was organising an exhibition where I could sell the works. Sort of a silent auction." You shrug your shoulders as if to dismiss the subject.

"What happened to that?"

"Something's come up," you dodge the question and instead reach for his beer bottle to take a sip of it.

As soon as the tingling liquid hits your taste buds, you contort your face.

"Yuck. How can you drink that. That's super disgusting."

Mouse laughs and takes the bottle from you again to drink a sip from it himself.

For the rest of the evening you talk about different things. It feels easy with him, like you can finally be you again. As if you had found an anchor to swim back to the surface. But you push back the budding sense of security. People come and go all the time. You've had to learn that the hard way. And they always want something from you.

"Hey, what's with the sad face all of a sudden?" asks Mouse in a soft voice, lifting your head with his index finger under your chin until you look at him. You have the feeling that he is really interested in your answer. It has been a long time since a person was really interested in you. So far, they've all wanted something from you in return. To buy something, to borrow money, to introduce someone to them, to sleep with them. But Mouse seems to be interested in you and you alone.

Tears come to your eyes and you have to take a deep breath. You put your head back and have to blink a few times until you can control yourself again.

"Do you know when the bad thoughts get too loud? And you don't know where you are, what's real and what's imaginary? What exactly is your mind playing you now and what is really there?"

"That pretty much sums up what I went through some time ago."

The tears were back and burning in your eyes, threatening to run down your cheeks.

"Have you figured out how to get rid of it?"

He shakes his head. "Not really. But it gets easier with time, you learn to live with it. I can promise you that." You nod and look at him with a sad smile.

"God. I'm so pathetic.

"Hey, don't say that. You're amazing. From what I've heard of you so far." With more affectionate words he tries to make you feel better and the only appropriate response that comes to your mind is to kiss him.

You lean forward and simply place your lips on his, silencing him.

You sense that he is surprised and overwhelmed by your reaction, which is why you withdraw again.

"I’m sorry," you say apologetically and pinch your lips together a little. Actually, you're not sorry, it felt too good.

"Don't be," he replies now, putting down his beer bottle and pulling you closer again.

His hands on your cheeks, he puts his lips on yours again and begins to kiss you.

You change position a little until you are sitting astride his lap. His hands now on your back and in your hair, your arms around his neck, your hands also running through his hair, you kiss each other deeply.

You dare to let go. You feel that it's okay, that it's the right thing to do, you just let go and the tears trickle down your cheeks while Mouse holds you, is your anchor to reality, so that you don't get lost in the whirlpool. The images you constantly see in front of you just pass by this time, have no effect on you, because Mouse's is stronger. You feel light, safe and secure in his arms, even though you hardly know him.

Your kiss becomes more intimate, more demanding and you receive his tongue with yours. Then your head is empty.

There is nothing more. Just you and this stranger who has this incredible effect on you.

Finally, you break away breathlessly and just look into each other's eyes. You notice that he can't hold eye contact for long, but that's okay. You know... you have experienced first-hand the effects trauma can have. Your fingers begin to trace his contours.

He makes you feel like you've never felt before. You don't have to say a word. It is as if your looks communicate everything.

Gently he wipes your tears from your cheeks. You nod slightly at his questioning look. Yes, you feel much better now.

"Thank you," you form with your lips. A small smirk settles on his and you lean forward again to kiss him once more. This time it's different. You no longer seek a hold on him, this time it's a "thank you".

Your kiss is gentle, careful and sensual.

If someone had told you this morning what was happening, you would have said that they were nuts. You still can't quite understand how this one person can have such power over you. That this one person can simply silence your thoughts like that.

Time passed, you're sitting next to Mouse again. Your legs crossed his as Johnny brought you not only a cup of Coke but also a joint. You throw him a kissing hand.

After lighting the cigarette, you hold it out to Mouse, offering it to him. He takes a drag while you hold the joint before you take one too.

You blow out the smoke upwards with relish.

A few puffs later, you lean forward again a little until your lips are almost touching and you inhale his smoke before exhaling it back upwards.

"Hey Y/N...", you hear someone's voice before the owner enters the room, just as you inhale Mouse's smoke one more time. "..Johnny said you were here... And apparently you're busy."

You make a grumbling noise, detach yourself from Mouse and blow the smoke back upwards. "Just what I need..." you mutter, before turning to face her. Even through the wonderful fog of the Weed, you are pissed off by the presence of this horrible person. Inconspicuously, you squeeze Mouse's hand tightly, again looking for support, before finally letting go and standing up.

"Genevieve..." you reply, looking at her with a fake smile.

"It's good to see you again. Hey. I'm sorry about what happened."

"Please, don't talk about it and say what you want." Your voice is cold and distant.

"I wanted to apologise for my behaviour. I know it was not correct of me."

You laugh in disbelief. "You embarrassed me in front of everyone, Genevieve. That's not something you just shrug off with an 'I'm sorry'."

"I know that. That's why I want to make it up to you. Tell me what to do."

"Would you do what you put me through?" She remains silent and you snort snidely before taking another step back. You need distance between you. "Of course you wouldn't. After all, then your great image would be tarnished. The great benefactor Genevieve..." you scoff, before adding: "You make me sick."

You see her expression stiffen. "And you are a slut! You slept with my boyfriend even though you knew he was MY boyfriend!" There she is, the real Genevieve, as she lives and breathes. You knew she had this side in her, but you never expected to feel it yourself.

Your hands clench into fists and you feel your fingernails digging into your skin. The pain helps you to stay calm as much as possible.

"Excuse me? That was some pretty lie he breathed into your ear. I told him I didn't want anything from him! Do you think he cared? You know what he told me? That you were too innocent, too willing. Too boring. I slapped him and told him not to talk about my best friend like that in front of me. He then tried to rape me! So much for your perfect Richard and the evil evil Y/N!", you rage.

Shocked, she looks at you before regaining her composure. "Liar!" she hisses, then looks at Mouse. "Have fun with that bitch. Make sure she doesn't end up cheating on you with your best friend."

You gasp in indignation and shock at her impudence. Your former best friend turns around and disappears again.

One more time you have to take a deep breath.

"Wow... that was intense," you hear Mouse suddenly standing behind you. You notice how you immediately become calmer as soon as you feel him behind you.

"Welcome to the young high society of Chicago," you murmur and turn to him. "I'm sorry you overheard that."

"Hev. I want you to know that I don't believe a word she says."

You smile sadly. "Then you're the first. Even Johnny thinks I'm the evil whore in the story."

"Well. I think you're just lost and need someone to believe in you again."

"And you're saying that someone is you?"

"Maybe," Mouse replies with a grin.

You have to laugh and gently bite your lower lip, slightly swollen from your kiss, as you look up at him.

"Are you coming?"

"Where?"

"Get some fresh air, go to the other side of the world, or go to a diner and eat something. Just get away from here."

He takes your hand in his again and intertwines his fingers with yours.

"Where are you going?" he just asks.

You feel a tingle in your stomach as he smiles at you and you have to swallow.

You say goodbye to Johnny with a simple wave before leaving the house with Mouse by the hand.

A car on the other side of the road flashes its lights as soon as you are out of the front gate and you roll your eyes, while you mumble, "Margarita…”

Nevertheless, you walk with Mouse towards the black car with the tinted windows.

"Wow... are you super rich or something?" asks Mouse wryly.

"Please don't remind me,” you only reply, as Peter, your family's long-time driver, gets out and holds the door open.

"Miss Y/L/N," he greets you with a nod as you tell Mouse to get in. "Hey Pete," you say back and get into the car as well.

"Where to, Miss Y/L/N?"

"Hannah's Diner," you reply and Peter nods before pulling out of the parking space.

Next to you, you sense that Mouse would like to bombard you with a thousand questions, but he refrains.

You sigh and lean your head against his shoulder.

"I hate it," you admit.

In response, Mouse squeezes your hand.

You never wanted your family's money. Even though you got a lot of pocket money, you never touched it. Since you were 16 and allowed to work, you worked in a diner and earned your few bucks. Everything you bought since then, you always bought with your own money.

Until the incident three months ago, you worked at Hannah's Diner. But since then you have hardly left your flat. Hannah, who has become a friend over time, has been there for you and said that you can take as much time off as you want and when you are ready and willing, you can start working for her again.

Together with Mouse, you sit down at one of the tables and wait for Hannah to come

It was already late, but the diner was open 24/7. "Okay. What do you want?" you ask, "it's on me." Seeing the look on his face, you add, "Do me a favour and let me pay." After another look into your eyes, he nods. "Okay."

You are suddenly absolutely exhausted. The encounter with Genevieve has robbed you of all the strength you had today.

"Y/N. Good to see you again," you are finally greeted by Hannah with a smile. You return it and stand up to be pulled into a hug.

"How are you?" she asks, looking at you with concern.

You shrug your shoulders. "I'm still alive..."

Hannah's smile turns sad and compassionate. "Well, that's a start." She puts a hand on your shoulder as you sit back down across from Mouse. "What can I get you two?"

Once your milkshakes and fries are brought, Mouse begins to tell. "I was in the army, 3rd Battalion 75th Ranger Regiment. I did two tours in Afghanistan. When I came back, my best friend who I met on deployment and I were a total mess. There are things I don't want to think about anymore, there are things that are constantly in my head. You learn to live with it. The images eventually become less deterrent."

"What happened?" you ask cautiously.

"During my last tour... there was a convoy... Jay and I were in the first Humvee and then..." You can see him bobbing his leg restlessly as he tells the story, his fingers drumming on the table. "I thought that was it for me. Jay and I are about the only ones who got out of there alive."

"I'm sorry you had to go through that." You are silent for a moment and take a deep sip of your Strawberry milkshake before you decide to tell him about you.

"My family is... was...", you correct yourself, "actually super rich. The company my dad started after he invented something for computers or something that's now in pretty much every mobile device is incredibly huge. I honestly have no idea about the whole… thing" you run your fingers through your hair. It's still unfamiliar that it's now so short and, more importantly, so light. "He produces it himself, sells it himself. At least he did... He was tinkering with something newer, better, when he got mugged." You start to stir your milkshake with the straw, totally captured in your thoughts. "Someone tried to steal his designs. When he didn't hand them over, they shot and kidnapped my Ma and siblings. They blackmailed them to get the designs. But they knew nothing about it. Dad had never said anything about it." Tears burn in your eyes again. "I’ve found them...” Mouse carefully reaches across the table for your hand and brings you back from the memory.

You lift your gaze and meet his bright blue eyes. "Now I've inherited everything and have no idea where to go or what to do," you admit quietly. "The police never found the… offenders”

Mouse said nothing. He didn't have to say anything. Because nothing he could have said would have made you feel better. So you both remained silent for a moment while he still held your hand and gently caressed your skin with his thumb.

"Thank you for telling me," he finally says and you can't help but smile sadly at him.

"Okay. Let's talk about something else. Something nice..", you finally change the subject and force a liberated smile on your lips. "Tell me about your friend you mentioned, Jay. He seems important to you."

Mouse's expression brightens and he begins to smile honestly.

"Jay... we met in the army. Now he's with the CPD. He's managed to land on his feet. I.. well.."

"You can do it too. You just need someone who believes in you and gives you a chance."

"Yes. Maybe..."

"Okay. Crazy idea: we help each other get back on our feet." "And how do you imagine that?" He looks at you with interest.

"I don't know yet. But you can try, can't you?" "Okay. Let's try.”

After you have eaten and paid, you leave the diner again. "Do you want Pete to take you home? Or you can come upstairs. Then Pete can call it a night..”.

"Would be interested to see what an artist's flat looks like."

You snort in amusement. "Yes, don't expect too much. The artist hasn't moved in yet."

You get into the lift.

"Okay. All expectations are at zero. I promise," Mouse replies now and you have to laugh.

It's the first time in three months that you've really had an honest laugh.

"You have a very nice laugh," Mouse now says quietly.

"Thank you. I think that was the first time I laughed since the incident."

"Then I am honoured to be the first to hear it."

Again you giggle at his silliness.

The lift has arrived at the floor with your flat and you pull Mouse behind you down the corridor.

Once in your flat, Mouse looks around a bit. There is not much to see.

"I... haven't gotten around to decorating the flat yet," you now admit a little uncertainly and disappear into the kitchen.

"Since I don't drink beer, I only have wine in the fridge. But you get to decide which wine we head." You list a few varieties and as you look up, you meet Mouse's puzzled gaze, which makes you grin in amusement again.

"Just take any."

With a bottle of lovely white wine and two glasses in your hand, you go back into the living room and flop down on the couch.

"Sit down. I honestly have no idea what it is, Margarita got it for me...", you admit, and hand Mouse a glass with the alcohol.

Instead of sitting down, Mouse looks at the canvases that are standing around. Still lifes, landscapes. Chicago's skyline, portraits.

"That looks incredible. You should definitely exhibit it."

"Sometime, maybe. My parents were organising something when... well…”

Mouse nods in understanding.

"Hey, you want to try painting something?", you ask

"Oh no. I'd rather stick to my computer stuff."

"Come on. I'll help you." You direct him to the small stool that stands in front of your easel. "This is what I'm working on right now."

"Woah, no, I'm not touching that."

"No really. It didn't turn out so well anyway. I'll probably paint it over later."

"What?"

"Yeah, go on. What would you say is missing from this picture?"

You had painted an avenue where people were walking.

"Maybe make flowers out of the greenery? Then it doesn't look quite so gloomy.

"Okay." You stand behind Mouse, prepare the mixing palette and select a brush. "You do the flowers with dabs on the side."

You put the brush in his hand, put yours over it and guide it. Dab, dab, dab.

After a few dabs, you look at it and say with satisfaction: "Here. Now you try it on your own”

When Mouse did it alone, it didn't look as good as when you did it. But it wasn't a complete disaster either, which you consider a victory.

At some point, he taps his finger in the pink colour and taps you on the nose with it.

Outraged and surprised, you look at him before doing the same to him until you are both full of colour and end up laughing on the floor.

Over the next few weeks you and Mouse meet more often, regularly, sometimes he just sits on your couch and watches you paint, intently sticking your tongue out slightly, sometimes you watch him hacking in with ease somewhere to do something for Johnny's friends.

One day, your family's lawyer is at your door.

"Miss Y/L/N. It is time for you to attend to your duties. There are legal matters that we need to clarify." Mouse puts on his jacket and wants to leave, but you grab his hand. "Please stay." A look into your eyes is enough for him to nod and hang his jacket back up on the coat rack.

"Y/N. Once again, I would like to express my fullest condolences for your loss and for having to burden you with the legal stuff now."

"Thank you."

First he addresses the fact that you have still not accepted or renounced the inheritance. He lists all the things that are involved.

The house, the flats, the business, all the money of your parents and siblings. Mouse's ears almost fell off when he heard the buzzing.

"We can of course sell the house as well as the flats and the business."

"No. The company was Dad's life's work. It should continue to bear the name Y/L/N. Just hire someone competent to handle everything so far."

"I'II take care of it," promises Felix, the lawyer. "Then the properties." "Let's rent them out to people with little money..." Felix also makes a note of this.

"I want to donate most of the money..."

"Where?"

"'I’ll think about it.”

"Alright. Then I have everything for now. I'll get back to you." "Okay."

"You really are super rich”, Mouse said as soon as Felix was out the door.

"I don't want the money... What am I supposed to do with it? I can't spend as much as the company takes in. I probably donate monthly to women's shelters and children's homes or something.”

Mouse gently reaches for your hand and finally pulls you into a hug before the tears start running again.

Carefully he pulls you with him to the couch and onto his lap.

Shortly after your tears have dried up, Mouse feels you fall asleep and he smiles slightly.

In the last few weeks you have become so important to each other and you feel you have never told Mouse what it actually means to you that he is with you.

"Mouse... thank you..."

"For what?"

"That you're here. I... I was lost. Lost my footing and then I met you and... you became my anchor. I'm... I'm starting to be me again. Finding myself again."

He looks at you for a moment before he takes your hand and pulls you to him. The next moment his lips are on yours.

It doesn't take you long to recover from the surprise and you return the kiss. You open your lips slightly and receive his tongue, just like the night you met. But this time, when his tongue touches yours, a soft moan escapes you. You feel his little smirk against your lips. But at this moment you don't care.

Your hands run over his upper body and finally disappear under his T-shirt. You explore his chest and trace the contours of his muscles along his stomach. You tug lightly and he takes the hint and takes off his T-shirt before kissing you again without hesitation. His hands now roam over your body as well. Exploring every inch with such attentiveness to your reactions that you feel butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

Finally, you take off your T-shirt and Mouse takes a few seconds to admire your body. Your breasts are still hidden in your favourite bra.

Mouse lifts his gaze to your eyes. "May I?"

Your heart does a somersault. Mouse is not the first man you have slept with, but he is the first to ask you if he can do something. Unable to speak, you nod and bring his hands to your breasts and behind your back. Even though he can't look you in the eye for long, he watches your reaction very closely and as he slips the straps off your shoulders, goose bumps spread over your arms as his fingers touch you.

Kissing you again, still so lovingly, as if he were afraid you would break if he were too forceful, his hands wrap around your breasts and he begins to massage them.

His thumb strokes your hard nipples and you let out another moan as you begin to explore his mouth with your tongue.

Your excited moan shoots straight between his loins.

God, he wants you, so much, but even more he wants you to feel good, which is why he ignores the pulsing in his pants and continues to focus on you.

His hands go under your thighs and he looks at you briefly, the sign that you should jump. You wrap your legs around his hips and feel his hardness pressing against your middle.

The next moment, Mouse holds you between him and the wall, his lips now exploring your neck. With your eyes closed, you put your head to the side a little to give him more space.

He sucks a little on your skin, and leaves a little hickey.

An excited gasp escapes your throat and in response, he presses his hips a little harder against yours, only to have you moan lustily this time. "Fuck, Mouse..." you breathe as his lips reach your breast and cup your hard nipple.

Your head is swept clean as he begins to gently nibble, suck and lick over it.

Your hands are in his hair again, already you are searching for support in the storm of lust that threatens to take you in and you haven't even really started yet.

Each of his touches sends flashes of pleasure through your body, gathering in your centre and making you so fucking wet.

Finally, he sets you back down on the floor and his lips continue to travel down your body, over your belly to the waistband of your pants.

A loud shrill sound snaps you out of your frenzy of lust as a mobile phone begins to ring and you make a soft, agonised sound.

You want to ignore it, but it won't stop ringing.

Finally, Mouse, visibly annoyed about the interruption, breaks away from you and reaches for the phone on the table. "You've picked possibly the worst possible time, Halstead. I hope it's urgent."

You have to stifle a laugh as you hand him his shirt and put yours back on as well.

"Yes, in ten minutes, l'lI be there," you hear him say before he hangs up and looks at you apologetically. "Jay has some problem I need to help him with urgently, which of course couldn't wait." You nod in understanding and give him a breathtaking kiss goodbye.

The more time you spend with Mouse, the more you become yourself again. Margarita notices this too and confronts him when she happens to be in the flat while you and Mouse are there.

"Child, don't you want to start making your flat a home so that you no longer have to sleep in a storeroom?" she asks you, pointing to the boxes still standing around.

"Yeah, maybe I should start doing that, shouldn't I?"

When you then go to the kitchen to get something to drink, Margarita confronts Mouse: "If you hurt her, I'll make your life hell. She likes you and you are good for her, so don't ever let her go."

Then she turns to you as you re-enter the living room and says: "A nice young man you've caught yourself. I'II leave you to it then. Food is in the fridge, have a nice day." With a frown, you watch the woman scurry out of the front door.

"What was that?"

"I don't know what you mean," Mouse replies.

You shrug it off and change the subject. "Hey, about the flat furnishings...maybe you'd like to come with me?" You look at him with begging puppy eyes, which you know by now he cannot resist.

Your parents always had designer furniture everywhere and everything was made of very expensive material. You don't care, if you're honest, which is why you just decide according to what looks nicest to you. You notice how you think of your parents and don't immediately lose your grip. A small smile comes to your lips. Of course you still grieve and miss your family, that probably won't change, but it no longer paralyses you. You learn to live with it.

And Mouse has contributed a great deal to your healing, you are very sure of that, which is why you now take his hand and intertwine your fingers

A small smile also appears on his lips.

When you arrive in the bed department, you stand in front of a model and bite your lower lip, an idea forming in your head before you look at Mouse

"You know, you can't really try out the beds here. Just imagine, when you get home you realise that it's totally uncomfortable or impractical? If only you could try it out...." You look up at him meaningfully and he begins to laugh softly.

He understands what you are implying and looks at you with a raised eyebrow, before suggesting, "What do you say we come back later?"

"I think that's a great idea," you reply, stealing a small kiss from his lips.

…to be continued

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Luci@Loki: A casual wave of greeting is given to Loki as he approaches, though he takes a moment carefully consider his words... he gives the blossoming tree a thoughtful glance, " 'm sorry to hear about what happened to you at your old home. Already hard enough to deal with some stuff when you've got the whole "legendary" thing goin' on. This place does seem t' mean a lot to you, though- 'specially the color. I'm gonna guess there's somethin' special about that, too?"

Loki had been settled beneath the blossoming dogwood tree, contentedly leafing through a scrapbook of garden plans. She happened to look upward not long after the Mew arrived, returning his wave with a soft, welcoming smile and a wave of her own. She let the psychic feline take his time before he spoke, noticing the casual speech pattern, sensing a... familiarity to his voice. She didn't quite recall it immediately, but a part of her had an inkling of who he was. She nodded in appreciation at his thoughtful question, and the empathy he shared with her over the incident from centuries past.

"Hey. Long time no see. At least, it certainly feels like it's been a long time since I last saw you, assuming I'm thinking of the right Mew. Hopefully I'll get this first try, but uh.... Lu..." She paused and put her left hand to her muzzle. "...cifer? Yeah, that seems like it. Lucifer, right? I know I've talked to you like once or twice; it's hard to remember exactly when or how often but you're definitely familiar. It's always good to see a fellow legendary... even if most would consider me a 'mythical' and not a true 'legendary.' I mean whatever, right?"

Loki shook her head with a sigh. "Thanks for the condolences. Far from your fault, though. Kind of a lot of things that I couldn't really control, but White Forest welcomed me with open branches and I've lived her for hundreds of years. I've walked by my old forest; it's grown back pretty nicely thanks to being protected by those in Castelia City. It's not nearly as full of flowers and the trees are thinner than they once stood, but it's nice to see it still remains in some capacity. I don't dare go back into it, though; I can't guarantee that even after all this time I'd be forgiven for what was formerly seen as a major transgression."

Loki's ears twitched in thought at the Mew's question about her colouration. "Yeah, honestly, I could go on for hours talking about what purple means to me, but I'll spare you the all-day chatter and give you a bit of an abridged version. Purple has basically been my favourite colour since I was a kid. There's always been something about the way it looks, the way it feels... and it was the colour of my first husband's eyes. I fell in love with him the instant I saw the brilliant purple reflecting back when I looked into his gaze, and despite his initial reluctance to trust my words, he liked being around me."

"He was a Houndoom. His name was Xera Rainmist Shijima... but he always went by just Shijima. Or Shiji-boo, or Sweetheart; he never got tired of that from me. Hehe..." She blushed a bit at the memory, a few happy tears forming at the corners of her eyes. "I'm going to get this backwards, I'm sure, but I think Xera was his family name, and Rainmist was the name of his clan. And Shijima was his given name. We built a relationship from the ground up; I began earning his trust, and in time, his love. This tree... we planted it here on the night we were wed, as it was a long-standing tradition to plant a tree to symbolise the strength and commitment of two Pokemon who chose to be life partners. It was said that if the tree wilted, the union was doomed, but this tree not only prospered, it flourished, and became my nightly sleeping spot, usually with him curled up along my tauric belly."

"I chose the dogwood because it takes a vibrant, stunning hue of amethyst during the fall, and with me being born on the Autumnal Equinox, and him being, well, a dog Pokemon, it felt almost like I couldn't go wrong to make that the emblem of our union, you know? Years went by; purple became even closer to me, more a part of my core identity, and eventually, with such volatile DNA in my body, I became more and more like the dogwood that served as my long-time home with Shijima. The peppermint scents became lavender, what once were emerald eyes became amethyst to match Shijima's. And of course..." Loki's tail waggled gently, the leafy appendage ruffling a bit with each motion. "The affinity I have with plants shone through into my appearance."

"I guess you could say that all of this purple is somewhat of a way of wearing my heart, and the memories of my husband, on my sleeve, so to speak." Loki wiped up at her tearing eyes with a soft grunt, ears drooping before perking back toward the sky. "It's funny how even the simplest habits and memories so firmly shaped and embedded themselves in me that it began to show on my outside as well. I'm certainly a lot less fiery than I was in my youth, and I certainly wasn't anything like this..." She gestured to her body. "...back in those days."

It's possible that Lucifer would be thankful he got the abridged version of the story at this point, but not being psychic, Loki wouldn't know either way. Regardless, the answer was out, and one could sense a palatable relief in the hybrid's expression. Lavender scents filled the surrounding air, and a careful ear would detect soft purrs of contentment from Loki's muzzle. One might sense that Loki felt relief from being able to relive happy memories, and that being able to do so with an old acquaintance brought its own comfort. Still, the answers and stroll down memory lane brought their own questions with them, but those would be for another day...

(( @ask-no151 ))

#answered ask #loki leafmintaur #lucifer mew #wow that felt good to flex the muscles a bit #now to try and be a bit more thorough with folks' asks LOL #y'all certainly deserve it with your thoughtful questions

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basedhighsenberg · 7 months ago

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*finishes beer*

Okay so, for context on this coworker of mine who we will refer to as G- he is 23, heavy LDS, been married for 6 months to a woman he's known for 1.5 years, and is studying business at BYU.

I feel like that's already a lot there to go on but anyway

Recently, he's started acting like a know it all and talking down to everyone except our boss, who he sucks up to like a duckling. my boss is 100% aware of it and has been letting him act a fool.

He has done it with me a few times- he will go Economics/Sales 101 on me and talk down to me about how to sell. For the record, I am the top seller in the store, and in 2023 out of our district (which has 8 stores), I was #3. I wrote just shy of a million in sales last year- almost $100k above what he did. So while I am open to constructive criticism, I don't need this boy to tell me how to sell.

We have two other coworkers- both also LDS and in their early 20s. Both are PHENOMENAL at sales and can compete with him or myself any day of the week. G though, felt it appropriate a few weeks ago to make a fucking powerpoint on "how to sell" for the girls- who found it incredibly condescending and disrespectful. This was apparently a day where neither myself or my boss were there, because if either of us had been we would have stopped him cold and chewed him out.

He also always tends to time his "criticism" with how you happen to feeling/doing personally. For example, last year I was having a rough time in December, and on a day where I was particularly emotionally unwell, he decides to lay into me about my sales tactics- which felt more like him trying to knock me off balance. I spoke to the two girls about it and they all describe similar things- he likes to get critical when he thinks your in a weak spot.

He talks all the time about how his mother is a narcissist, and I believe him because what he's exhibiting is textbook narcissist behavior. He spends a significant amount of time competing against everyone else and trying to get one up on them because it's good for his ego. Being LDS also doesn't help, because the social dynamics of the LDS church seems to promote this kind of shit.

I can go on to explain other incidents but it's just repetition of the same behavior. His job isn't on the line, yet, but if he doesn't improve his attitude and how he treats other people he's going to need an updated resume. I don't want it to come to that but I will not let some uppity mormon finance bro engaging in pretentious douchebagery poison the morale of the store and take money out of everyone's pockets.

What dat coworker be doin’?

Being an egotistical pretentious fuck. I'll tell more later.

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foodieforthoughts · 4 years ago

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Make it work

Summary: You knew the moment you saw the package at your door that Chris had some plans in store for you.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: 18+, RPF, naughty talks, use of toys, flirty Chris, smutty talks, implied smut

A/N: Picture drabble time! It's kind of a followup/part of Morning Ritual. I can't get enough of this man and his ASP chats are not helping.

*First gif from the link

**Other gifs from the link

Title: Make it work

As soon as his face appeared on your screen, you knew he was in a different kind of mood today. Donning his printed shirt and the white undershirt which did little to conceal his chest tattoos, Chris was all smiles and had greeted you with an excited "Hey!" with the conversation quickly turning into the most fun and energetic one you have had ever since being separated due to the pandemic.

Like everyday for the past weeks, you were on your customary video call with Chris. Only that it was a Sunday and instead of an early morning call, it was in the afternoon. You would have generally slept in through the morning, but the package delivery earlier that day had kept you awake ever since.

It was from Chris and when you had texted him to ask about it, he had written back in all caps, "Do not open it."

Your conversation was flowing smoothly when you asked him about Dodger and while he started recalling an incident that happened over the week with the pup chasing behind a squirrel in the park, you eyed the brown package sitting on your table. You waited for Chris to finish his story before you said, "You know I love Dodger and I love listening about him." You slid the box in front of you and pointed towards it, "But I have to interrupt. I am dying to know what is inside this box."

"What do you think it is?" He asked, grabbing his beer to take a sip.

You tried not to squirm when he chugged his beer while maintaining eye contact with you. You were in that phase of your cycle where your man could melt your panties even with a side glance. For a long second you couldn't look anywhere but his lips, wishing desperately that they were on yours right now.

Shaking your head and clenching your thighs shut, you looked back to the box and began tearing it open.

"At least give me a hint of what I should expect." You mumbled while trying to take the tape off the sides. You looked up at your teasing boyfriend who seemed to be enjoying your dilemma of not knowing what you had in store.

"All I can say is..." He stopped when you let out a loud gasp.

Your mouth fell open looking at the package in front of you. Inside the outer cardboard box there was black box with a pink vibrator printed on it. It was the kind that could be controlled by an app and a remote. Seeing that the plastic covering was torn, you were sure that Chris had already configured the settings with his phone.

"Chris," You began, feeling your cheeks heat up by every passing second.

"Before you feel cornered," he raised his hand to stop you from saying anything. "We don't have to try that. Anything that makes you uncomfortable is off the list."

You looked up at the screen and Chris waited patiently for your reaction. He had a smile on his face, watching you intently as you took the box out and turned it around in your hand.

You felt your face flush with warmth and your heart flutter at his words. You smiled at him, unboxing the device and taking out the curved toy in your hand. Reading over the instructions, it was supposed to be a g-spot stimulator; reading that was enough to make you wet between your thighs.

"How did you come up with this brilliant idea?" You asked, placing the box and the silicone toy on the table.

Chris laughed while running his hand over the side of his head, a nervous tick that he did when left flustered. "I was only looking over at a website for myself and then Scott walked in the room-"

"Wait-what?!" Hearing that his brother might know what kind of sexual shenanigans Chris was upto, you felt a renewed wave of blush travel up to your cheeks. Your ears heated up at the possible scenarios of them discussing which device will provide you 'maximum pleasure'.

"You know Scott is not bothered by such things right?" He asked, shrugging his shoulder. "Infact, that one was selected by him."

"Chris!" You covered your mouth with your hand, groaning but also laughing.

"He also wants feedback of how it felt, so he can recommend it to his friends." Chris clearly was having too much fun with your embarrassment as he laughed while he spoke.

"I'm not going to do that!" You protested even though you were enjoying this yourself. Very rarely Chris was in a jovial mood these days, hating the distance between you two and being holed up in his house. He also had a lot of projects lined up for which he was constantly stressed and to add up to his thoughts, he was worried about his family and your safety.

So you went with the flow of the conversation, watching him laugh and explain to you how the device works. He showed the screen of his phone which had the app open and to demonstrate he turned the vibration on. The pink toy began vibrating on the table, rattling along the surface as Chris alternated between low and high vibrations.

"Oh god." You giggled and reached towards it to make it stop. But Chris immediately turned up the strength of the vibrations and it bounced on the surface, making you shriek in response.

Chris laughed loudly. He had his pearly whites on display, squinting as he laughed with the prominent laugh lines on the edges of his eyes. He looked adorable to you and the sound of his deep laugh made your heart strings strum with it.

"You are being so naughty today!" You chuckled when your regained your composure, and quickly turned the device off.

"Yes, yes, I am." He took a deep breath to calm himself.

"I miss you so much." He titled his head to the side, a wistful look on his face. "When will I get to hold you again?"

The change in the tone of his voice ached your heart. You sighed, running your hands through your hair and finding yourself at the loss of words.

"Soon. We are still making it work though." You tried to be optimistic. You worried that one day the distance would be too much and Chris will move on to someone present physically near him. You had stayed awake many times in the night, laying in bed alone, wishing that you had never left the country for work.

"Do you worry about us?" Chris had his cheek rested on his knuckles, his eyes fixed on you through the screen.

You pushed your chair closer to the table, resting your elbows on the wooden surface. Chris imitated your movements, clasping his hands together in front of him. You instantly noticed the watch you had gifted him, the unmistakable golden body of the watch shining in the sunlight through the window. Smiling softly at your man and hating the solemn look on his face, you reassured him.

"I do worry about us, but I know we'll be okay. It's not going to affect how I feel about you, how much I love you and how much I want to be with you."

Chris sighed, finally his lips breaking out into a smile. "I love you too. I want nothing but to be with you."

You nodded at him, trying to blink the tears away. You did not want to waste a day crying over a situation that was out of your control. So you came up with a plan.

"Babe, are you alone?" You asked, picking up the bright pink toy in your hand.

Chris's eyes twinkled when he looked at your hand and how you twirled the device between your fingers. He slowly nodded, raising his eyebrow as you stood up.

"Be right back." You excused yourself and made your way to the bathroom. Washing the silicone toy before use, you striped yourself off of all your clothes and stood in your naked glory. You switched on the device and carefully inserted the toy between your silken petals, marveled at how easily it slipped inside you since you were already drenched. You blushed that Chris could have this effect on you even from many miles away.

On your way back to the computer, you took a glass of water as your throat went dry anticipating the things that would occur.

"Chri-" You wanted to sound sultry but with a jolt of vibration that hit your sweet spot with ferocity, you yelped out. Your hands jerked forward and the water spilled on the carpet and you looked wide-eyed at your boyfriend laughing on the screen.

"Oh shit!" He had his eyebrows raised in surprise as you stood with the empty glass in your hand. "I didn't know you would get water too. Sorry, sorry." He clasped his hand over his mouth, waiting for your reaction.

He might have expected you to get mad at him. But you weren't even the least bit angry. If anything, that single shock of delicious stimulation had your entire body ready for some loving. So instead, you placed the glass on the table and sat down on your chair. Bringing your arms to rest underneath your breasts, watching as Chris's eyes travelled to your hardened nubs, you smirked to yourself.

"You have to make it up to me now." You twirled a stray strand of hair around your finger and noted how Chris's stare turned into a lustful gaze. "Come on now. Strip."

"Yes ma'am." He said before peeling his shirt off his body.

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landhoe-norris · 2 years ago

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Sorry, this is about to be another rant you didn't ask for but you can just delete it tbh.

"I just saw the replay and it wasn’t blatant. I’ve gone in, locked and crashed into him. I feel like I held a pretty tight line. It was maybe a little bit me, there’s a lot of blind spots, but all we needed was to give each other 30 more centimetres and then we were good."

"I just saw a replay just before I did the media and I don’t feel as bad about it now, of course I still wish it didn’t happen. I think it’s one where for sure I’ll take a bit more responsibility, but I can’t say it’s 100% my fault."

This seems like such shitty excuses tbh?

The only way to check for "blind spots" in a road car is to physically turn your head and look over your shoulder. I'm almost positive the combinations of G forces, plus the bulky head rest/helmets would make this virtually impossible in a F1 car. So, like … if he's concerned about blind spots, why wasn't he mindful enough of them to be patient enough to wait for the next DRS zone/straight that he could overtake in with Yuki able to clearly see him? His teammate managed to safely overtake a guy with NO mirror last weekend and he thinks blind spot is a valid excuse?

Yuki didn't need to give him anything. He failed his overtake attempt. Yuki was ahead of him and already taking the corner until he barrelled right into him. And I mean … there was space. On the outside. Why the fuck would he take the inside line if he already knows he failed the overtake? Calm down George Russell, you aren't entitled to any area/position on the track. You can't just ram into a driver then say "hehe oopsie, he was in my way."

Also imagine being found WHOLLY at-fault (per the FIA document) and making a million excuses and insisting it was "only a little bit" your fault. I genuinely can't believe more people aren't calling this entitlement out. If the roles were reserved, or if it had been any other driver who did this, they would be getting shit from every direction. But instead, people/media are more worried about Yuki asking what the fuck he was doing on the radio.

Also I'm just going to say, different circumstances I acknowledge that, but he used the same "locked and crashed into him" excuse with the Stroll Hungary GP incident. Stroll got an immediate apology, Yuki gets blame placed on him? Lol ? ? ?

I'm glad I got that out. Everybody talks about George's long list of "racing" victims, but so far this year alone Daniel has Carlos, Stroll, and Yuki. Just off the top of my head. If you aren't confident enough in your car/tires, maybe don't try to do risky dive bombs and overtakes if you know there's a high chance you lock your tires and ram your car into another driver's?

just letting this stand as is cause it's perfection *chefs kiss*

#karenína answers #anti ricciardo

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beneathashadytree · 4 years ago

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POWER OF THE COMMANDER (PART 1) - ARMIN ARLERT X READER

Warnings : reader is a female, switch!Armin, but mostly dom!Armin, switch!reader, but mostly sub!reader, mentions of death and killing, secret relationship, Commander!Armin, this is set after the timeskip obviously, heavy making out, mentions of masturbation and fingering, grinding, a bit of thigh-riding, hickeys, both Armin and the reader are loud in bed, Armin has a Commander kink, lots of swearing and kind of tame dirty talk, nipple play, pussy-eating, slight face-grinding, fingering, finger-riding a bit of overstimulation, finger-licking, handjob, Armin has a big and pretty dick, Armin is sensitive, praise kink, some playful teasing, g-spot orgasm, Armin doesn't use protection but he pulls out (wrap it before you tap it, people!), territorial/slightly possessive!Armin, lots of gentle aftercare, cuddling, Armin being his endearing self, and of course frequent asking for consent!

Genre : absolutely filthy smut, lots of love sprinkled in though, and a dash of angst as usual.

Word count : 9.1K (what. the. hell.). It's just split into two parts because of the long word count.

Synopsis : After hiding their relationship for quite a long while, Commander Armin and his lover find themselves in a position where they're unable to hold back, both physically and emotionally.

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I rapped my knuckles against the plywood door thrice, waiting for the soft, 'Name and business?' I was so used to.

And once received, I spoke my name quietly and waited for his order to come in (which didn't take long since he was quite well aware of the fact that my being here at this hour would've caused suspicions to arise), complying instantly.

"Shut the door behind you, please," again with the soft-spoken tone, a habit of his he'd never lost even as commander and the sole highest position in the corps, and as I turned my back to lock it firmly, I heard a light chuckle come from his direction, "Wouldn't want another incident where we have to lie to Levi about you needing instant medical attention."

I began to make my way to Armin perched on his burgundy sofa, looking quite the beautiful sight. He was in a rather endearing position: knees brought up to his chest, one arm languidly draped across the seat while the other perched a book open on his thumb.

Upon my approach, he looked up and untangled himself from the book he'd been so engrossed in, deep blue eyes glinting with barely-concealed fondness, his excitement and fast movements to sit upright causing his bangs to fall in front of his face, partially blocking his vision and bringing out a huff of frustration from him.

I couldn't help the laugh that escaped me, enjoying the red that had quickly climbed his cheeks, "You're rather eager."

He set the book aside, before giving me a lop-sided smile, "Haven't seen you in so long I almost started having withdrawal symptoms," his hand reached out to touch my wrist gently, his thumb rubbing in small circles against the skin there, "I'm sorry, paperwork and formations take up most of my time nowadays."

I could sense the guilt begin to etch itself onto his handsome features, gazing away, and, hating it whenever he relapsed into that mindset, I was quick to shake my head, "It's alright, Armin, don't worry about it!" my chipper tone seemed to infect him, and he snapped out of it, "I was busy too, and couldn't come up with an excuse to see you in private anyways."

A little wary, he sighed, "Still---"

Interrupting his train of thought, I plopped myself right beside him, squeezing us into the one seating in the room, barely fitting as his large thighs squished into my hip bones.

"There," with a grin of satisfaction, I patted his muscular forearm, highlighted by the tight shirt whose sleeves he'd rolled up, "Now you can just read to me and we'll forget about it. What are you reading anyways, another memoir left by an old military commander?"

He awkwardly coughed, a blush forming on his cheeks, "Actually, it's The Little Prince."

"Nothing to be embarrassed about," at my reply, it was possible to see how his eyes had visibly softened, clearly liking the validation he'd received, "My grandmother used to read it to me before everything happened, so I'd like it if you read it to me."

He didn't seem to have a reply to that, his lingering gaze swiftly shifting away, only opting to prop me up against his broad chest and pull me tight. He began to leaf through the pages, till he reached the start once more and began re-reading.

His breezy voice was something akin to a lullaby. Amidst all the constant tearing of flesh and blood stains on trembling fingers, reading such idealistic books seemed like a mundane, almost-laughable thing to do. But when it came to dating Armin Arlert behind locked doors and away from everyone's prying eyes, book dates came more often than not as the most reasonable idea.

It was a bit silly even, cuddled in that manner against a man that was simultaneously so strong and so painfully masculine I could feel every muscle and sinew against my body, and yet so delicate and breathtakingly beautiful in an almost-tragic way that swept me off my feet and had me second-guessing how real he was. In a way, he was like glass; rough around the edges, but still crafted into a porcelain doll.

However, with the way his chest rumbled a bit with every syllable he pronounced, how his bicep flexed just the tiniest inch as he flipped through another page, and how his intoxicating scent reflected all aspects of himself: the distinct sweetness in the vanilla clinging to his shirt, the inexplicable breeziness in the jasmine shampoo at the damp tips of his sunny hair, and the demanding demeanor in his own natural woodsy smell that lingered on his supple skin---I was reminded once again of how much of a man he was.

Slowly, I'd become hyper-aware of his presence pressed against me, and that fact alone had my heart racing and my pulse quickening against the hold of his thumb tenderly brushing across my neck in his hold. I'd lost any and all hope to focus on a single word he'd been saying, all my attention instead directed towards the man himself.

In all honesty, it wasn't that much of a surprise. He'd grown to be quite the charmer, even if he still held onto the naïve awkwardness and innocence of childhood, despite every single horror he'd seen and had night terrors of. This attractiveness he exuded, I wasn't immune to, and naturally I succumbed to him, offering myself up to be the person he courts.

Much to my delight, such wishes were reciprocated. But with how painfully shy he was when it came to romantic advances (no matter how well-trained and brilliant he was on the field and leading the corps into an almost-sure victory), it made sense that so far our physical contact had been limited to chaste forehead kisses to show care and affecrion, warm hugs that placated us momentarily, and lingering glances that asked a million worried questions.

But again, it made perfect sense that such a long dry-spell would've taken a toll on me; something that I would've found difficult---no, impossible even---to detect had I not found myself in a precarious position like the one I was currently in; trapped in between an infinitely strong body, hearing the sinfully sweet voice that nearly chastised me for my growing thoughts, wrapped in the grasps of his alluring smell that tantalized me and dared me to make a move.

And perhaps I didn't have as much resolve as I would've liked to think I did, because make a move I did. It was subtle, barely even noticeable (if at all), but a hand that seemed to be moving of its own accord began stroking his thigh hesitantly, as though testing the waters.

I didn't allow myself to look up, but I was very much aware of his eyes settling on me and a curious hum in his voice as he stopped abruptly after a few seconds of my touches.

"Is everything all right?" Armin's voice sounded a bit tentative, as if wondering whether or not it was his place to ask, "You seem a little distracted. Something on your mind, angel?" and with that, his head dipped to rest on the junction between my neck and shoulder, patiently waiting for my answer, soft golden hair tickling my jaw and only causing me to squirm in my seat even further.

I couldn't take it any longer. It was madness trying to rein the feeling in. Feeling something inside me crack, I turned around so fast, that that---combined with my accelerated heart rate---nearly sent me tumbling. The surprise in his pretty eyes was only further blown as I dragged my legs over to the sides of him and plopped myself directly onto his lap, my arms having a mind of their own and looping around his neck.

He was speechless for a beat, unable to react as I made myself comfortable ontop of him, a burning sensation I couldn't pinpoint numbing my entire body as his own hands settled on my waist, soft carresses almost feather-light as the book was haphazardly thrown somewhere on the coffee table beside the empty fireplace in a state of shock.

Armin's features took a couple of seconds to return to the tranquil countenance he'd had before. Deft hands began to carefully palm at my skin, gentle enough to be soothing yet assertive enough to show off just how powerful he'd become; the lordly lion inside him prancing with pride.

He didn't seem at all bothered by the position we were in; in fact, I had no idea whether or not he could even sense how hazy my mind had become, how my breathing had become shallow, or how my eyes had been blinking slower than normal as my brain tried to process how intimate this was; how my fingers had begun to tremble at every drag of his skin against mine, whether it was his explorative hands or his firm thigh holding me up like I weighed nothing at all.

If I were to describe it, I'd even say he was oblivious; painfully so.

One hand pausing in its tracks, he reached up to brush a stray hair, an endlessly soft look in his eyes while his thumb busied itself with stroking underneath my eyes like one's fingers would trace a canvas.

Half-squinting as his rosy lips pulled into a content smile, he whispered so quietly as if it slipped out, "God, you're just... so pretty."

Not even I was immune to his sweetened words; not when he said them so earnestly and with so much conviction it felt like he were stating facts. A blush I couldn't control further heated my body more than it already was teetering off the edge of having a fever.

"You're too sweet."

He shook his head, eyes wide and brighter than a thousand splendid suns burning right through me, grip on my waist tighter and the other cupping my cheek, "But it's the truth," he insisted, "You know me, I'm a realist. I don't say anything I don't mean," his voice went quieter, "In all the years we've known each other, when have I ever lied to you?"

At that, I went quiet, knowing damn well he never did. His words were always sugary, but honest. His expression kind, but firm. Armin might've easily always been the most easy-going and pure-hearted individual of the scouts, but he'd also been sometimes unforgiving in his brutal honesty.

Especially when it came to us. We'd been meeting up on the down-low, creeping behind everyone's backs to find a semblance of quiet and peace in the hell-hole we lived in and the ruckus our friends made at every turn. If we were to ever want privacy, it had to remain this way---at least for a while.

And now that he'd been handed over the Commander title, it was getting increasingly difficult to spend time with each other. But it didn't tame the raging fire that burned for him; the yearning I felt whenever he was so close but yet still so out of reach. Knowing that inside of him was a similar urge that was nearly bursting at the seams reassured me, day in and day out---and my instincts confirmed that what he'd just said was a hundred percent from the depths of his honest heart.

I wasn't sure whether his eyes were as intense as I imagined to be, or was it the daze I was in that forced me to see things in the way that pleased me. I wanted---no, needed---to know if we were on the same page. If the thoughts that were scrambling in my head were valid. If the shaky nerves building up at the fact that we were a hair's breadth away from each other were also affecting him.

So with my eyes trained on him and eyebrows furrowed as my heart beat wildly in my chest, I switched the hierarchy and ordered him.

"Kiss me."

A pause in his ministrations.

A blink.

A sputter of incredulity falling from the pretty lips my eyesight fell to every half a second.

He gaped for a few seconds, words failing him, before he regained his composure, back straightening and his hands instantly falling to the small of my back to keep me in place, "What?"

Not hesitating, I said it again, "Armin, kiss me," the courage I'd been building up began to fall; I couldn't maintain eye-contact, not when azure eyes peered down at me with indecipherable emotions behind them, and I had to look away while my antsy fingers began twirling the wispy strands of hair at the base of his neck, "If that's what you want, that is."

His reply wasn't instant; instead his other hand crept up to press against the back of my head, his face inching closer to mine and forcing me to focus all my attention on him once more. Every miniscule freckle dusting high cheekbones was so much clearer now that there wasn't any distance at all between us, just enough space for a sliver of air to pass through. Now that he was taking up all of my vision, I fought hard to bite back a gasp.

The eyes that spoke volumes of serenity and calm were now raging with an intensity not even I could handle with my barely-held back want. Oceans-deep and dark, he held my gaze for a few moments, as though inviting me to stop him. I didn't; I couldn't, with the way my body screamed at me to just fall back into his arms.

He nodded, as though making a silent agreement with me, before his eyes flickered down to the lips I wet with my tongue in anticipation. Like an invitation he took it, his eyes fluttering shut as he finally closed the distance between us, his soft lips melding with mine.

At the instant of contact, I nearly whimpered into his mouth, searing hot against mine as his own hum of satisfaction had me pressing down against his thighs. My hands pulled him closer, frowning because he just wasn't close enough.

Even when his teeth nipped gently at my bottom lip, eliciting a groan from me and allowing his tongue to swiftly stroke against mine, I didn't think that this was enough to satiate me. I wanted more; I wanted everything---even when one of his huge hands started journeying south and leaving a trail of heat against my back, even when my own hips began to wantonly rut against him like I'd lost every inch of pride I could've held onto before, even when his tongue swirled expertly inside my mouth, not even fighting for dominance because he knew he surely had the upper hand.

We had to break away to catch our breath, but the string of spit that connected us didn't get past his watchful eyes, and he made sure to smack his lips while his eyes lazily blinked down at me. Perhaps he was being far too bold to even seem real, but the burning red on his cheeks and his panting told me just how flustered he was, despite the cool attitude he bore.

Breathing erratically and mindblown by his (literally) breathtaking kiss, I didn't know what to do with myself. How could I, when he had me squeezing my thighs together in a half-hearted attempt at feeling any friction at all, knowing damn well that the heat pooling in my stomach was nothing but a reflection of how wet I was?

I was a mess, and I was sure that I looked the part too. Shying away from his gaze as I shuffled against him, he groaned a little and placed his hands on my ass, propping me up a little higher. Getting the hint as the air around us grew warmer and almost suffocating, I pulled him by the lapels of his shirt and into another messy kiss, even sloppier than the first with teeth clanging against each other.

It didn't matter anymore; once having kissed him for the first time and discovered how his mouth tasted just as sweet as he smelled, I wanted to never let myself forget the taste. It was wet and hot and needy, and everything I never knew I needed so bad. Subconsciously, I begin to grind down on him, his hardness pressing urgently against my core as I could feel just how much he'd been holding back.

My tongue diving back into his warmth, I could feel the vibrations of his lewd whimpers the more my hips gyrated against his growing erection. It felt like a blissful shred of heaven being given to me; the tiniest bit of relief through the way my sex slid over every inch of him blindly.

With a jolt at a particularly hard press, he bumped up against me, and in a second, he pulled back from the almost-bruising kiss, wiping the drool with the back of his clenched fist, and throwing his head back to let out the most sinful moan I'd ever heard. And a wicked smirk slipped on my face at finding out just how sensitive he was.

Inching my waist back a little, I began to drag my hips, grinding on his thigh instead, and before he could utter a single protest, my lips latched onto his neck. Nipping at the burning skin connecting his broad shoulder and jaw, I began my assault of leaving open-mouthed kisses that had him squirming in his seat. Almost like it was second nature to me, I sucked at his skin and made sure to graze my teeth against it until another delicious moan slipped out of those bruised lips.

As I went on with littering kisses, I always paused to enjoy how the flaring dark red bloomed on his otherwise flawless porcelain skin. The trail of hickeys led to the column of his throat, where I could feel every vibration of his sighs of pleasure. One of my hands twirling a soft strand of his blonde hair between its fingers, I had him putty under my hands---just for these few moments of initiation---and distracted enough to not anticipate my free hand falling to rest on the straining bulge in his slacks.

"Fuck!" he groaned, gritting his teeth as he bucked once more to meet my hand, this time not even bothering to hide how he was almost rutting against me, "Sweetheart..."

He trailed off, and I began palming his cock that was pulsing against my teasing touch, begging me to free him from the restraints of his white pants, my grip tightening as he started panting, breath hitching whenever my fingers tightened near his tip. Glancing down to see that his fingers had a death grip on the fabric of the sofa, I knew that he liked this far too much than he'd allowed himself to.

One hand rushed to tug at my shirt, he pulled my attention to his face, eyes unfocused and hazy as beads of prespiration began to appear on his forehead.

His mouth parted in his heaving breaths, and he huffed out, "Don't. I won't last, I really won't."

Even though his slight embarrassment tinged his cheeks red, he didn't look away from me. It didn't take a genius to get what he was really saying; to understand the implications behind his words: he couldn't handle the teasing, and just wanted to fuck me senseless.

So with a flutter of my eyelashes, I giggled, my hand leaving his throbbing dick and instead leaving feathery touches up his chest, hips dragging against his thigh to bring me even closer to him and at a perfect position to lean over and whisper in his ear, his every heavy breath mingling with mine.

"Then you can take the reins from here," his breath hitched, and I could hear him gulp audibly, "I'm all yours, Commander."

He froze in place, completely stilling and causing me to wonder if something could have possibly gone wrong. But really, nothing could've been farther from the truth, because mere seconds later, an almost-feral growl ripped from his chest as his lips pulled me into a desperate kiss, shifting in place and lowering me to rest across the couch.

As I was completely blissed out in the kiss that pried my mouth open, his large hands began exploring my body, one squeezing my hips while the other cupped my breasts through the fabric of the flimsy shirt I'd been wearing, pulling a sound of frustration from his mouth and spilling onto my tongue.

He began to pull back, but my whimper and chase after his lips gave away just how much I hated him having to catch a breather. I could see him pant even as his bangs hid the stormy expression in his eyes, and I was thankful I couldn't because I wasn't sure if I would've been able to handle locking his gaze.

I didn't have to wonder for long, because when he stood up with bruised and puffy lips, his eyes were carving his name onto every inch of my body they fell upon. All his. And he knew it, even as I was sprawled out with no thoughts circulating in my head except how bad I needed him inside me.

"Please," I whimpered, not even bothering to cover up the desperation in my voice, "Want you inside me, Armin."

He shook his head, fingers reaching down to tug at my belt loops, "Not yet, princess," his voice was raspier than I'd ever heard it, and warmth pooled into my belly, making the ache inside me grow into a pulsing heat, "Strip."

Heart in my throat, I nodded, taking mere seconds to slip off my shirt, enjoying the way his eyes traced all over my breasts as they spilled out of the shirt, latching onto my nipples before his mouth did.

With a shiver, he hummed appreciatively at the sight, his hands pinning my arms down, clearly enjoying the feeling of being in control.

"You look so beautiful," he mumbled against my skin, peppering delicate kisses in a path from my neck to my collarbone, before he paused and began to suck at the skin that began reddened, eliciting a sigh from me, "Wish you could see yourself right now," as his lips left hickies all over me and marked his territory, his hand began to graze against my pert nipples, "God," he groaned, "I could cum just looking at how much you want me."

He chuckled, and started kneading my breasts softly, taking my low moans as an invitation for his fingers to toy with my nipples, pinching them lightly before growing bolder, and my pussy clenched, feeling myself grow wetter with the man that now lay between my legs with a fiery look in his eyes gazing up at me.

"Of course I want you," I trailed off, the monosyllable word turning into a surprised moan as his lips wrapped around my right nipple, my eyes squeezing shut as his tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, once, twice, and over and over again with grazing teeth while his other hand massaged the other breast, refusing to leave any part of me neglected.

With a challenging look in his eyes, he detached his mouth off of me with a lewd pop, long fingers dancing across the dip of my hips once again, tweaking the other nipple as he urged me on with an arch of his eyebrow.

"Fuck, of course I want you," more curses tumbled from my mouth as he, seemingly satisfied with the fact that I'd complied to his demand, resumed his assault on my other nipple with plump lips around it, tugging gently with lewd hums escaping his throat, enjoying himself, "Hah, you're... my boyfriend."

With a tsk, Armin pushed himself off of me, "Not just that, sweetheart, I'm also your superior," it didn't take a genius to figure out that our earlier interaction had awakened a dormant beast inside him; it was no wonder he found a thrill in his newfound authority, and his charming smile won me over as he spoke once again, "And you'll do what I say, right?"

He seemed awfully patient for a man who had a massive tent in his pants, but I was sure he wanted to savor this as much as I did. Even if I was half-dazed and pleasured only halfway, I wanted this to be an experience we'd never forget---and that meant learning each of our kinks with each other.

I nodded in answer to his question, but---as I'd predicted---he shook his head, deft pointer finger tapping against my lips, his boyish smile shifting into something smugger and much more lethal.

"Ah ah ah, use your words, baby."

"Mhm, yes, I'll obey you, commander," I rushed, my thighs rubbing against each other impatiently, the friction pleasing but not nearly enough, "Just, fuck, please..."

Again with that low, almost-foreboding chuckle of his, "Alright, I won't tease you too much."

He flashed a genuinely sweet smile at me, before giving me a peck on the lips that contrasted greatly with his attitude mere seconds earlier. With his hand gently stroking my cheek, his eyes bore holes into mine with their raw intensity for a couple of seconds, as if asking once more for consent---a question to which I hurriedly nodded, unable to wait a second longer.

He took the liberty of using deft fingers to unbutton my pants, piercing eyes still trained on me. His tongue poked out for a second, wetting his upper lip, shimmying me out of my clothes until only my underwear remained.

Snapping the sides of my underwear against my skin and causing me to jump a little in anticipation, he playfully smiled and kissed my hipbone, his hands dragging against my thighs as he pulled the soft silk down.

He groaned deeply, eyes wide in what seemed to be disbelief, entranced by the thick string of arousal that connected the soaked garment and my pussy. Unable to hold himself back and with no self-restraint hidden in those ocean blue eyes, one finger tugged at it, leaving it glistening under the light of the desk-side lamp.

Something akin to awe on his face, he met my impatient glance again, his hand falling and fingers kneading at the warm flesh of my thighs, leaving a blazing trail in their wake.

"You just relax, angel," he mumbled softly, inching closer gradually until I could feel his quiet breaths against my pussy, a fluttering in my belly growing as his hands traveled back to my ass, carefully pushing my legs apart, "Don't hold back, ok?"

Nodding in a hurry, I could only whisper a jumble of pleas, no doubt growing wetter at the gravelly sound of his voice when at the peak of arousal just like that. Armin had so many facets, but for some reason, I thought this demanding albeit gentle look suited him the most.

Ever the pleaser, he complied, hands propping legs up by the back of my thighs. And even though I knew it was coming, nothing prepared me for the way his tongue felt as it licked a strip down my slit.

"Shit!" I couldn't help the curse falling from my lips, and he chuckled, taking that as encouragement to continue his assult on my pussy, the before-mentioned tingle soon turning into a full-blown trembling in my thighs, and I realized why his hands were so firmly pressing me down.

He hummed, the vibrations sent straight to my core and leaking more arousal onto his tongue, no doubt leaving his chin a dribbling wet mess. So high-strung I felt at the way his tongue lapped at me so eagerly, and the tight coil in my belly only grew more taught as the sensation of his rough tongue kitten-licking at my sloppy pussy.

With a nearly-menacing look in his eyes, he braved and encircled my clit with his warm mouth, earning a gasp from me as he began to suck with abandon, his teeth grazing my sensitive nub just enough to have me yelping and moaning his name with my hips rising off the sofa, the red-hot pleasure forcing my hands to take purchase in his blonde hair.

"You taste so good," he hummed, eyes shut as his eyelashes fluttered, enjoying the meal he was devouring right from me, as his tongue drew mini circles against me.

I wanted to tell him that he felt even better than I'd ever imagined he'd be; that my fingers couldn't hold a candle against the way his mouth worked wonders on me and had my body pulsating with heat.

Rolling my clit and leaving alternating strokes inside my folds teasingly, Armin's movements against me grew sloppier, his mouth only momentarily detaching to mumble a raspy, "Don't squirm."

I couldn't even recognize my high-pitched voice as the words, "Yes, commander, I won't," fell from my lips breathlessly, and my moans were caught in my throat as I felt a finger circle my entrance.

His ghost-touch felt infuriating more than anything, because I knew damn well he didn't need any preparation---the fact that I'd soaked the bottom half of his face was more than enough proof that I was so wet his fingers would practically slip in.

But of course, Armin never cared for simple games. He liked to draw things out and over-analyze and study things in full detail---and it looked like I was his subject for the day, and he wasn't letting a moment slip without figuring out how I reacted to every single miniscule movement of his; how every action he applied to my pliant body brought me teetering closer to the edge in a blazing fire only he could light.

The obscene slurping sounds that came from his usually oh-so-pretty mouth, mixed with the sensation of his prodding finger, had me tugging at his hair sharply, earning an arch of his eyebrow as he looked up inquisitively.

I let out a needy whine that was rather unbecoming of me, tugging once more and whimpering, "Please... 'm ready enough to take your fingers."

"Greedy girl," Armin's normally-sweet-sounding laugh seemed to mock me at the moment, his breath tickling my core that was certainly soaking the couch, before his eyes hardened once more, voice lowering to a mumble, "But I can't help but want to please you all the time, you know that."

Once again, his tongue began drawing figure eights around my swollen clit, and the sudden intrusion of his long index finger pulled a drawn-out cry of his name. It was completely out of my hands, the way I wiggled closer just to feel his thick finger slipping inside so easily, my drooling pussy giving him more than enough lubrication to curl deliciously inside me.

Looking up at me to gauge my reaction, with no resistance he slipped his middle finger up to the third knuckle, watching as my mouth fell into a perfect O shape, his thick digits already feeling like bringing me close to the edge, every knuckle brushing against my insides but not filling me up enough.

Even when I felt his third finger pressing against the two others and nudging me further open, I still inexplicably needed more of him. Pumping his fingers in and out at a steady pace, the squelching sounded so erotic, and I couldn't help but whine as his mouth joined in the sinful mix, tongue flicking back and forth at my reddened nub.

"Fuck, Armin, want more," I barely managed to sigh out, chest heaving, my own hands letting go of his hair and reaching up to toy with my nipples, pinching and eliciting another sigh from my self, the combined ecstasy causing my whole body to be sent into overdrive.

My thighs were beginning to shake, and Armin wasn't oblivious to the fact. Ever perceptive, ever the brilliant lover, he picked up his pace, his hand pumping furiously inside me and curling at just the right angle that had me seeing stars over and over mercilessly while he moaned against my lower lips, allowing me to grind shamelessly against his inviting lips.

"I want you," he whispered, alternating between spelling letters onto my clit with his tongue and writing them down with his fingers, "To get yourself off," he pressed down particularly hard on a sensitive spot inside me that had my toes curling and mouth gaping, "On me. Got that?"

His palm was glistening with slick, pressed up against my wetness, and his nose added a teasing, lingering touch to my hypersensitive skin, the sight of him so focused and determined enough to have me unable to tear my eyes away from the sight.

Tousled hair, swollen lips encircling my clit, eyebrows furrowed with a piercing, intense look on his eyes, slick dripping down his hand, and sporting a raging tent in his pants as he subconsciously began to grind against the fabric of the seat.

I could feel the cord inside me thinning and growing tighter; with every squelching thrust of his fingers and swirl of his tongue my body fell deeper into the haze of pleasure he brought upon me, my hands flying out to claw at the backrest, probably ripping into the fabric without a second thought.

"Close, please, I'm---"

Unable to form any coherent sentences, words started to spill from my mouth as his tongue worked relentlessly against me, determined to have me cum with his long fingers bumping into my g-spot repeatedly. In a frenzy of emotions and sensations, my pussy clenched around his fingers, dragging him closer into me, igniting that devilish glint I'd never seen before that night. At this point I was almost riding his fingers, and he seemed to be enjoying the show I was giving him, body splayed out and writhing under his calculated touch.

He spoke a single command in his newly founded authoritative voice, "Cum all over me," and that was all it took for my body to finally snap and embrace the heat that pumped through my body, my legs giving out after being propped up for so long.

My pussy began to gush out, the long-awaited orgasm washing over me with a hazy bliss. Breathing out his name like it was the only prayer I could speak, over and over like a mantra carved into my memory, my body began to quiver at his tongue lapping up my juices, licking at every crevice and making sure to swallow every single drop. The sheer overstimulation had me unable to handle anymore of his attentive strokes on me.

With a content sigh, he flipped his hair back, giving me a clear view of his lustful eyes, his back straightening once more as he maintained eye contact his tongue made a good work of cleaning his fingers.

Armin hummed appreciatively, eyes fluttering shut for a moment, before he spoke with utter honesty, "Now I've had a taste of you, I'm going to be insatiable," tugging his handkerchief out of his pocket to wipe his shining fingers and chin, he cocked his head to the side in a way that was far too innocent for a man that had just been eating me out like a man starved, "Is it ok for me to be greedy too?"

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gojoscloset · 4 years ago

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“Hello, I just read your writing d**k appointment and I like it very much. And suddenly, I saw that you open the request NSFW dialogue prompts. Would you please write prompt 60 “Looks like someone wants to be a dad/mom” with Gojo or Megumi please 🥺”

Bahaha omg I’m so sorry I’m late as hell I’ve been busy with a lot mentally cause I have the attention span of a goldfish.

Please please enjoy, thank you so much for requesting lol. I’m back on my bullshit ✨

60. “Looks like someone wants to be a mom/dad”

WARNINGS: N S F W

Reposted from previous account

Smut obvs.

Breeding kink???? (if you squint)

Cream pie

Mentions of Pregnancy

No proofread??

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“Looks like someone wants to be a mom.”

You didn’t dare look away from what you thought had to be one of the cutest pairs of baby shoes you have ever laid your eyes on.

“Hmm? What do you mean? I just thought they were cute!” you lifted the pair of shoes up and gave your boyfriend a grin.

But Satoru was no idiot.

You see, these past few months have been filled with nothing but waves of emotions and ideas that you would have never thought you would have contemplated this early in life, but a pregnancy scare earlier in the year shook your world and turned it on its axis.

Of course you had imagined a life with Satoru, possibly married in the later years, and a potential family way wayyy down the line. However, you were content with where you two stood. A strong and healthy relationship, 2 consenting adults in love. But you also had to remember you were 2 powerful sorcerers in love. So even with your line of work, kids at the moment seemed really out of the question. Hell, even being in a relationship with someone like Satoru was a blessing with the lives you two lived. So even the idea of bearing his child seemed like you were asking for a lot from the universe.

When your period came late, all your little fantasies and thoughts of having a family took a step closer to becoming reality, you melted at the idea of becoming a mother and all your fears and doubts were thrown out the window.

But alas, the joy left just as fast as it came you were back on your regular schedule the day before your doctor's appointment. Relieved of course, but things weren’t the same.

Day after day you caught yourself indulging more and more in the idea of what your life would be like with a child. Would your first child be a girl or a boy? Whose features would they take on the most? Oh how you prayed to the gods that they would look more like Satoru than anything.

Would you be a good mother? Would Satoru be a good father? There was no doubt in your mind that he would be.

Don’t even get started on the names.

Your gaze would linger when you would pass up children and their parents at a park. Or when you would pass up baby clothes at the shopping strip, you would stop in your tracks and imagine your future child wearing that outfit.

Secretly you would shop for clothes online just to ‘see what they look like’ Or secretly read first time mom forums on breddit just to ‘See how it feels’ but it was so much more than just a passing curiosity.

And of course, You weren’t the only one who noticed the change.

You and Satoru have been in the love game for a respectable amount of time, and have spent the seconds, hours,days,weeks,months,years, in each other's presence. He would absolutely be able to acknowledge when you’d turn your head in the kids section or when your gaze would linger on the little girls in princess dresses at the market, corners of your lips curling just a little.

Or when a toddler at the grocery store handed him a fake phone,in which he pretended to answer with such enthusiasm you would almost believe he was actually on the phone with someone,he could visibly see how your heart melted at the sight. You looked at him like you wanted to marry him on the spot for the rest of the day. A personal favorite memory of his.

Satoru was a dumbass, but he was not stupid.

You didn’t know how much he loved seeing these little things, the little changes in you. Behind his tinted shades and through his long lashes, he would carefully watch your duality go from powerful sorcerer to something maternal.Something you never did in all the time he has known you until after the scare.

It made him want to jump your bones on the spot and put a baby in you every time, but you never brought up the topic despite seeming to be interested in motherhood, and respectfully he left it alone. But you had been caught red handed almost always.

Satoru held himself back when he had various opportunities to talk about it, do you know how hard that is to do as Satoru?

He wanted to press on. He wanted to pry and ask you all kinds of questions regarding the sudden change, but he knew that there was a time and place for everything, and now was definitely not the time nor location.

“Hey, not bad!” He allowed his glasses to slip off the bridge if his nose ever so slightly to get a better view.

“I would wear these if they came in my size”

He joked, you smacked his arm playfully and laughed.

“Cmon lets g-“

You were about to place the shoes back on the rack but he stopped you before you did. He pulled out his phone and snapped a few photos of the shoes and tag.

“I was being serious” he stated plainly, earning another laugh from the both of you.

——

The rest of the day went on as normal, for the most part. The little interaction at the store replayed not only in your mind but Satoru’s as well.

‘Did I make it too obvious?’

‘Did I overdo it with the shoes?’

‘Is it time to talk about it?’

—-

‘Toru..’ you whined but that didn’t stop him from continuing to bend you like a pretzel while plowing into you.

“Don’t be shy now, you look so good like this. ...And those faces you make....” he licked his lips reaching out to grab your jaw, thumb running across your lip.

Even though you were whining about the embarrassing positions he kept putting you in, your body was on fire and didn’t want this to end.

With every position he managed to go deeper and deeper, hitting places only he knew how to hit. He utilized the curve of his dick just how you liked it, grazing your favorite spots with every thrust.

The way your walls fluttered and clenched against his made them his favorite spots too.

It was crazy to you how Satoru knew your body like nobody else did. He knew every curve, every dip, every corner. He knew what made you weak in the knees and what you disliked with a passion. He knew what made you cream, what made you wet, what made your back arch and your toes curl.

“You like that Hmm?” He bucked his hips, folding your legs up, pushing your knees as close to your chest as possible.

He gazed into your eyes, watching the way your face wrenched in pleasure. He needed that, he loved that. Being able to see your expression contour and twist because of him, god it got him off.

He looked down at you, his usually spiky hair now flattened with sweat, strands sticking to the side of his face. He bit his lip, and gripped your hips with force, bruises were guaranteed.

He brought you closer, you slowed your breathing to control the ride. You two had been fucking long enough to know the Cues, the way your body twitched and the little sounds you would make when you were close triggered the muscle memory and he moved in the way he knew would push you over the edge.

“D..Don't slow down!” You commanded, throwing your head back into the sheets, the familiar tingling sensation starting at your core, his pace picking up, hands trailing down your abdomen, fingers circling around your clit, wet with its own slick.

He couldn’t help but suck on his own bottom lip watching your body rock in rhythm with his, the way your breast bounced, he couldn’t help but grab a handful.

“That’s right baby….” he spoke softly, voice just above the lewd sounds you two we’re making. The squelching, skin slapping skin, the gasping sounds when he would thrust back into you.

He was getting carried away, letting the words just spill from his lips. “Mmmm fuck yeah baby, you feel so fucking good.” He groaned “fuck around and put a baby in you-“

You had been with this man for many many moons, had been through thick and thin, but nothing had prepared you two for that awkward moment.

All movements ceased the second he stopped talking. Both of you pulled away and just looked at each other, embarrassment demonstrated on both of your faces.

Both of you seemed to think about the Barget incident, and then every other incident which made the dirty talk hit different.

“Sorry” Quickly he spoke, in hopes of somehow saving his ass in case things went south.

“W-what for?” You continued to try and mask your feelings about the situation(s), but nothing could get past his eyes.

He was no idiot, you knew that, but you still tried him, because sometimes he lets your shit slide. But not this time.

“Please y/n, I’ve seen the change in you.”

The air was thick, momentarily, but the smile on his face gave you clarity.

“The lingering looks, the shoes at the store… I’ve noticed” his large hands cupped your face, thumb brushing calming shapes against your cheek.

“Is there something we need to talk about?”

He released you from your position and sat up straight.

“Toru…do you really wanna talk about this now?????” Sheepish under the circumstances

“Don’t give me that. We’ve been together too long for you to try and play this game with me.”

His hands found their way to you once again. Pulling you by the wrists, he sat you up and made you look at him as he continued to speak.

“Communication remember?” He was soft, yet stern.

“You haven’t been the same since the missed period incident.” Your jaw dropped, he was on it even with the timing.

There was no sense in hiding anything anymore, this man knows all, this man sees all.

“I’d be lying if I said you were wrong….you see..” you began to pour your heart out, trying your hardest to keep eye contact with him.

“The pregnancy scare heightened the want for a family with you, Satoru. I envision a lot of things, and you being in my future for a long long time is one of them...”

He held your gaze while looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world. He listened intently like you were whispering the secrets of the universe to him.

“But I never brought up the topic of family because we’re-“

“Sorcerers” He finished the sentence for you, the small smile he held earlier now turned into a flat line.

The speed in which he did was almost enough to make you flinch. Bittersweet in a way,at least this confirmed that he too thought about a family with you at one point but considered the circumstances.

A“Exactly..” you continued. “And the scare made me realize what I want in life..with you. But it’s out of reach and it’s not something I wanted to project onto- “

His large hands placed themselves in either side of your face and Satoru showered you with kisses.

“I. Love. You. So. Much.” He spoke in between kisses.

“I love you too, but- AH!!! What are you doing??!”

Satoru pulled you by your ankles, placing himself in between your legs once again.

“Putting a baby in you, that's what.” He gave you such a sweet and loving look, it didn’t match the words that spewed from his lips.

“T-that’s not funny…” Quickly, you covered your entrance before he even thought about it.

“Exactly, because it wasn’t a joke sweetheart.”

“Wait, but what about-”

“We’ll be fine, i’m the strongest, remember?” he gave you a playful wink and grabbed your wrists, playfully prying your hands away, he wasn’t going to do anything though, not without your consent, but seeing how flustered he could make you fed the already enlarged ego he owned.

“Now tell me, do you want a boy or girl? Ooh, what about their names?”

“ Satoru… wait… are you sure? Don’t you wanna think about it a little more?”

He let out a playful laugh and pointed a finger dramatically at you, “Are you sure?”

Without missing a beat you nodded, you wanted this so bad, and by the looks of it, so did he.

“That’s all you had to say, let me take care of you, my pillow princess”

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The sultry night was young.How many times have you came already? It didn’t matter.

His arms were wrapped around your entire body, holding you in place as he bounced you up and down his shaft.

“My pretty girl… my sweet sweet princess.” He whispered against your skin, tongue grazing from your collar bone up to your jaw, tasting your sweat. He wanted to breathe you in, and make you his air. The words replayed in his mind as he fucked you senseless.

“and you being in my future for a long long time is one of them...”

“Toru…” Your breathing hitched,, his praise made your walls twitch around him. He got the hint and immediately went to work. In a swift movement you were beneath his form. His skin glistening with a layer of sweat.

“ How do you want it?” he groaned, draping your leg over his shoulder while grabbing the other one, spreading you wider. You were grateful for the change of position, you have been wanting to touch him for a while now but the grip he had you in earlier was not letting it happen.

Your hands hungrily made his way to his chest and arms.

“As long...as I get it…” you managed to mutter through moans. His thrusts became erratic, a sign that he was coming undone as well.

“Look at me..tell me how you want it....tell me how you need it” he licked his lips with desire. You managed to look at him through half lidded eyes, giving him exactly what he wanted, he always did the same for you.

You lifted your hips up some, grinding harder against him, letting more of him fill you up, you could swear you felt his head kiss your cervix. You did a kegel, walls giving his dick a hug.

The actions earned you a breathy moan, he almost lost his cool, it threw off his pace momentarily but when he picked back up, the speed was doubled.

“You like to play dirty, hmm? “

“The only way I like to play…”

“Very well then” he said through grit teeth, finger moving to where you were connected, rubbing your clit in circles without mercy. You were pushed over the edge quickly, mouth Ajar, and body convulsing against him, his movements did not falter.

“That’s my good girl”

He lowered his body down mouth to cage you between his arms, droplets of sweat falling onto the sheets as he tried to avoid sweat falling into your eyes.

“Are you sure?”

He asked once again, not moving an inch until you gave him the go.

You simply stared up at him, goofy grin he always carried on him plastered onto his handsome face.

You gave him the go once again and he bucked his hips.

This particular moment was sweet sweet bliss. Normally Satoru would be careless with his movements when it came to chasing his orgasm, but not this particular one. His touches would linger, fingertips burning themselves into your skin with passion, making their way from your hips to your hands, large fingers filling in the gaps between your own.

His kisses were oh so immaculate. Sweet and soft, but most importantly, abundant.

And the way he spoke your name. Only Satoru could make his words come out like they were coated in honey.

His hips snapped and he gave your hand a squeeze, face in the crook of your neck, the hot breath against your skin forced chills down your spine, with you

“I love you so much…” he groaned into your ear. With a few more bucks of his hips you felt his seed spill into you. You were running on fumes at this point, overkill with the overstim, but that’s how you liked it.

You felt your clit throb, your walls still fluttering against him from your previous climax like they were sucking every last drop of out of him.

He looked down at you silently, but the look on his face, the calm waters in his eyes said everything he needed to say. You couldn’t tear away your gaze, you were already high off the blue dream.

His eyes moved from yours to your lips, they looked needy to him. He bent his head down and planted a kiss, despite the scenario, it was chaste. Innocent. Refreshing.

“I love you.” He repeated, though he had no doubt you felt the same. “I know you do...there is not a single doubt in my mind...and I love you oh so very much, more than I could ever put in words.”

There was another comfortable silence, however, the small smile that was on your face quickly turned into a flustered look when he pulled out of you and spread your legs open, looking at the mess he made inside of you.

“W-what the fuck are you doing?!!”

You laughed nervously and tried closing your legs, but he held them open, too strong for you to try and fight against it.

“I just wanted to see the masterpiece I made. Plus-“ he positioned himself between your legs again

“I’m not done, I want to make sure I get the job done right.”

He gave you a wink, and immediately you knew you were in for a long night.

A very very long night.

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mhaclownery · 4 years ago

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𝕾𝖐𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖈𝖎𝖗𝖈𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖒𝖊

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: swearing

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘: Kaminari Denki, Ashido Mina, Kirishima Eijirou, Sero Hanta, Bakugou Katsuki

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: Kaminari Denki x gn! Reader, background: Ashido Mina x Sero Hanta

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: You and the Bakusquad go out on an outing, and Kaminari Denki uses this as the perfect opportunity to express his feelings.

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.5K Words <3

𝖆 𝖙𝖚𝖒𝖇𝖑𝖗 𝖊𝖝𝖈𝖑𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖛𝖊 ^^

You step out of the car, stretching slightly. You hadn't expected the roller rink that Kaminari suggested to be so far from UA but you still went with the idea anyway. Some Kaminari was driving and you as were in the passenger seat, Sero, Ashido, Kirishima and Bakugou had to cram themselves in the back seat. Bakugou was the first to clamber out of the SUV. "Fuck, if I had been in there any longer I just about would've murdered you, shitty hair." Kirishima laughs with a hint of nervousness to it. "This place seems cool, Kami.” Ashido says, inspecting the outside. “Yeah bro, you did a good job picking the spot this time.” Sero and Kaminari engage in their kinda confusing handshake, and Bakugou groaned. ”So, are we going or not?”

You guys enter the facility to see that it’s actually a mixture of things. There was a movie theatre, a roller rink, and an arcade. “Woah, this is wicked!” You say with a wide grin, as you playfully punch Denki’s arm. You turn around before you can see Denki blush. It’s was rather obvious to just about everyone, but you, that Denki has a huge crush on you. So, anytime you complimented him, it made him feel extra cool.

”So, what’s everyone wanna do?” You ask. “Well, Bakubro and I have been meaning to see that new movie.“ Kirishima explains, motioning in between himself and the blonde in question. “I’d person like to kick Hanta’s ass at some video games.” She smirks in Sero’s direction, causing Sero to playfully scoff. “Oh you’re on.” You’d been thinking about it the whole time that your friend’s were talking. You hadn’t been in the mood for a movie, nor were you any good at video games. “I think I wanna go skating. I actually used to learn tricks.” You turn to Denki. “What about you, Denks?” He gives a toothy grin at the use of his name. “Rollerskating is rad. I’m going with y/n.” You nod, smiling back. “Okay so, meet back at what, 8?” Ashido offers. “Sounds like a plan.”

After breaking, you and Denki head over to the roller skate check out center. "So, you used to skate, huh?" Kaminari elbows you playfully, with a joking tone. “My parents wanted me to do something with my spare time in grade school, so I chose roller skating.” Denki attempts to stand, after tying his skates, but his starts to falter as the skates begin to move. After regaining his composure, Denki offers his hand out to you to help you stand. You took it, lifting yourself up with him. You hadn’t realized how close you too really were until you were looking directly into his eyes. They were a vibrant yellow, that was a tad shade lighter than his hair. The color was oddly comforting to you, it felt familiar and safe. Denki’s face heats up slightly, a light pink blush dusted across his face. “Y-you might have to show me some those moves. I wanna see want Pro Skater Y/n has in store.” As he says this, he moves away creating a distance between you two as not to show you that he was flustered. He was confident from afar, really, but when it came to in person, it was a lot harder. Especially when it came to you, he was down bad for you. The amount of times that he’s ranted to Jirou or Sero about how much he liked you was astronomical. Once you got out on the rink, which was rather empty considering the rather large amount of people in the facility. Denki was shakily making his way, he wasn’t moving fast in any way, but he was ahead of you. “C’mon y/n! I thought you were the skating champ.” Denki calls over his shoulder, causing you to roll your eyes at the boy. You quickly begin to skate like a pro. In seconds you pass Denki, whilst skating backwards. Just to show off a little, you jump and spin 3 times in the air before landing swiftly. You look back to see Denki with his jaw dropped. You skate back over to him with a smirk. "How was that for Pro Skater Y/n?" You used your fingers to make air quotes around the pro skater comment. Denki smiles at you with a small laugh. "Alright, alright. You got me. I revoke any and all teasing. You're skating circles around me."

After watching fall just about 20 times, you finally decide to help him. "Here. Grab on to my arm." He grabs your arm, with a slight questioning look on his face. "We're just gonna skate together." You smirk, as you had other plans. Once you deem that he's secure, you start moving, switching his grip on your arms to your hands. As you move down the rink, you get progressively faster. Denki laughs nervously. "Whatcha doin' there, Y/n?" You don't answer as you put your plan in action. You were skating backwards and Denki was basically being pull forward in front of you. as you reach the speed you need to be going, you pull Denki forward and under your legs. Denki lets out a surprised yelp but goes along with it. You pull him back up and dip him. You're too busy laughing at him to notice, but he's starstruck. 'They are so beautiful.' He thinks, observing your features. You pull him up, still laughing slightly. You felt your stomach growl and decide you're going to get snacks. "Hey Denks, I'm gonna get snacks, you want anything?" He shakes his head, seemingly lost in his train of thought. You shrug and make your way over to the snack bar.

"That'll be 109 yen." You nod, pulling out to owed amount and handing it to the man. "Thank you-" You begin to say before you're cut off by the sound of the loud speaker chiming for an announcement. You think nothing of it as you walk away from the snack bar but are immediately stopped in your tracks as you hear no one but Denki fucking Kaminari's voice over the loud speaker. You narrowed your eyes and lo and behold, your best friend and crush was standing behind the adjacent counter. "Hey, everyone. You guys obviously don't know me. Well maybe you do, I don't know. But, I just wanted to say.." As soon as you think he can't make whatever he's about to do worse, this man stands on the counter. You're frozen in shock, as your friend is about to do whatever it is he's planning. Just your luck, the movie Kirishima and Bakugou went to see had let out, and Ashido and Sero had made their way to the lobby as well. So, this meant that the whole squad got to witness what was about to go down. "I'm hanging out with my best friends here today, and especially my best friend of all." He makes eye contact with you through the crowd. "But, I have something I need to say to them. Y/n L/n." He takes a deep breath and you felt your stomach twist in anticipation. "I want to be more than friends. I want to be your boyfriend. That is, if you'll have me?" You hear several 'aws' and all the eyes in the room turn to look at you, seeming yo have followed Denki's gaze. You weren't going to say no, obviously. This is Denki Kaminari we're talking about. Your longtime crush, who to be honest, you only dream of him asking you out. "Yes, you dumbass. I'll have you. Just get down." You attempted a menacing tone but the giant smile on your face kinda overrode it. The crowd claps as they would in any cliche rom-com. As you got closer to Denki, you weren't able to even exchange any words as the establishment manager came running over. "Hey! Get off that counter right now!" You and Denki share a look that said 'Oh shit." And took off running at the same time. The rest of the squad followed suit, as to not get reprimanded by the manager.

Once you all got to the car, for some reason, Bakugou took it upon himself to be the first to speak. "Good going, dumbass. You got us banned." Ashido smacks Bakugou's arm. "Oh shut it. It was cute as fuck. You're just jealous that Y/n's the first to get a boyfriend in the group." Bakugou mutters something under his breath but remains silent after that. "So, uh. Yeah. I really like you, Y/n. And-" You pull him in for a kiss, cutting him off from whatever ramble he was about to g on. "I like you too, Denks. Now let's go, I see the manager coming." You all scramble in the car, and getting out of there before he could say anything.

And so what if Aizawa got a call from the manager complaining about the incident, and just chose to forget about it? That's nobody's business but his own.

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dreamtydraw · 3 years ago

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Axel X Juliette ( SE OC )

Well hello hello, the power of 3 am got me and i ended up with a new litlle start of fanfic. If you like fluff well it's full of fluff, have fun if you take a look.

there is other oc name referenced in the text : Erika, Maya and Gabrielle.

The night was going well, Raquel's party was always good and this one wasn't an exception. The punch was almost finished and some students already puked on the community bathroom, but yet axel was pissed as if everyone at the party did something to him. Well not everyone but he recognizes the face of two or three of the people he wanted to talk with. Erika was sneaky as hell for a girl with broken legs, Gabrielle looked away when their eyes met and Sasha was weirdly silent when he tried to ask them. This was too much and it ruined the mood which the host immediately spotted approaching him with some red cups.

-Bro did someone dies? What's up with that face for real, I'm used to

seeing you moody but damn drink a bit it's not good for your wrinkles -aha funny...

-Seriously old grandpa, did something happen?

- well he took his cup and drank it in one shot before starting his explanations irritated It's about how everyone is acting strange. I've been trying to talk to Juliette with no chance for the past 2 damn weeks, every time someone comes and drags her away. I don't have her number and I'm freaking tired of everyone pulling her away like that??? It happened too many times for it to be incidents.

-oooh look at you and your ego, you can't handle that a girl isn't interested in you ~

-What?! No, it's nothing like that, I'm just pissed that everyone acts so weirdly, it has nothing to do with her.

-Yeah yeah if you say so but you don't convince me. Maybe she's uncomfortable with you and she asked her friend to not let her alone?

-Why???? I thought we were friends, that would make no sense that she tries to ignore me.

-Well I can't tell you to mean I don't know shit.

-yeah I see that

-But just remind me who are we talking about? Juliette the girl on the soccer team or like Gab's little sis?

-Gab's little sis?

-Yeah you know the one that looks like a human hamster with blue eyes?

-They are siblings????? Ok maybe not being around that much had repercussions. Axel tried to associate the two of them and he suddenly realized that the reason Gabrielle was so close to her wasn't what made him boil with this uneasy feeling he didn't want to acknowledge.

-Oh my fucking g- I thought they were dating?!

-BWAHAHA VOCÊ É UM ESTÚPIDO !!?

while Raquel was laughing her ass of Axel tried to dig the shame of his assumptions. It was not like he felt anything for Juliette, they barely talked, but deep down he was sort of relieved that she wasn't dating someone. Wait was she dating someone? Shit why thinking about it when they even had the occasion to talk, it's not like

-HEY!

A little voice reaching his ears trying to make herself heard finally made his thought stop as he turned around to see the litlle brown hair girl holding his vest. The music was too loud to hear her with her little voice so she tried to pull him closer to her height

-CAN WE GO OUTSIDE FOR 5 MIN ?

Ok either she had a radar for Gossip about her or she had a really good timing. Axel looked at her absolutely shocked to finally be able to exchange more than two words with her. He followed her outside of the dorm, the loud music still very much audible on his back. He took a second to look at her on her green dress and yeah now thinking about it she had the chubby cheeks of a hamster

-Sorry to bother you but I really needed to talk... And euhm it's a bit personal, do you mind if... Euhm

she pointed to the door of her room

-No problem

They moved to the room and once inside she immédiatly locked her door sighing loudly before turning her attention back to him.

-You know you're starting to be very suspicious?

-I am ??? Oh no sorry, it's just I needed to talk to you without being disturbed but euhm if you-

-It's ok, as long as you don't try to kill me here.

-O-ok... An awkward silence appeared during which the young girl tried to start her sentence fidgeting with her fingers before taking a deep breath and finally letting it out.

-I'm sorry for the past few days... I tried in every possible way to talk to you but they didn't let me go...

-Yeah euhm you mind explaining? No, because that was freaking weird, did I do something to you or something? I thought we were friends and suddenly I can even talk to you for more than 5 sec what was that ???

-So sorry... It's my fault I messed up...

-what do you mean? -Ok you're gonna think it's really stupid which it is but let me explain... I euhm... Well, you know Maya? We were talking about you, euhm not liking talking trash or gossiping ?! We would never I euhm it just happened that your name was brought to the table and well....

if someone couldn't be more than red she sure was with her nervousness and the heavy blush that was coloring her face. She took a moment before gaining her calm again.

-Sorry... So euhm I may have wrongly translated by words in English which ended as euhm.... Me saying to maya that I loved you. Not that I don't live you, I mean not love as love you know I mean like euhm loving a friend? Like, I wanted to say like I euhm..... Oh my god, I feel so embarrassed but that is not the worst arf...... So um maya thought I had feelings for you which she reported to Erika and then Gabrielle and euhm my brother can be a stubborn ass when he wants so he got scared and now he's over protecting me and I'm so tired of it and also very sorry you're a good friend I didn't meant to put you in a weird situation like that...

If it weren't for how much she seemed worried Axel would have started to laugh already. He thought she hated him but they really didn't talk because of such a simple incident? He was laughing and at the same time felt really confused, what in the world was that logic???

-Ok your silence is scaring me please say something....

-So..... Your brother was scared of me talking to you?

-... I told you it was really stupid...

-it is

-...

-pf...

-don't laugh...

-PFFFFFF

-noooo don't lauuuuugh

Ok as much as he liked her there was no way he could still hold it when she looked so damn scared for that. Losing his breath he started to crawl into the nearest bed laughing again for a good couple of minutes while Juliette was holding the tears of her shame in the corner of the room. He started to regain composure after a moment and she finally started to accept how ridiculous the situation was.

-Next time let's just clarify things to your brother k? I missed talking to you Juliette, I can't believe it was all for such a dumb miatake.

-yeah I know...... I missed you too Axel, they are too scared for my feelings that they think it's their duty to protect it in depend on what I want...

-Well you have people who care about you but still why are they so protective? It's not like I hurted you or something like that.

-Oh well that... I don't know if you see who's Antony?

-I don't think so?

-Well doesn't really matter, the thing I used. To date him. It was my first serious relationship and I did a lot of dumb things. He ended up leaving me for someone else and I didn't lived that we'll. I can even use the big words I was a mess.... So Gab and Ma are really scared of it happening again, I don't blame them but I'm my own person I can handle thing....

-Oh... I see

for a moment he had to stop to processing what he was told, for him it was hard to think of any possible reason of why anyone would want to hurt her? She was a nice person, she couldn't hurt a fly, gosh she would probably cry if she hurt a fly. Just the thought of seeing her pretty eyes full of tears was enough to make him understand the motivation of her friends.

-It's not my place to judge but that guy must be a stupid ass for leaving you for someone else, you didn't deserve such an idiot.

she chuckled a bit making her way to sit on the bed next to him

-Thanks, I now prefer to remember him as an example of bright and big red flags.

A little silence appeared between them and julienne anxiously took a look at her for the door before looking at him again

-The music is still on, you can go if you want, I am happy that we are still friends, that all I wanted to know.

-Well Raquel won't notice if I disappear for five more minutes. We didn't talk for forever, no way you'll get rid of me like that.

-Shoot, I really couldn't wait for you to get out and not see your handsome face.

-Oh oh Handsome really ~?

-Did I use the wrong word? I meant that you're actually looking good with that vest. I'm pretty sure I have a similar chocker too by the way.

-No no you got it right, thanks. You're looking nice too.

-oh euhm thanks! She got up starting to search into a jewelry box a little blush on her face before showing a black chocker that indeed looked like his. -I'm pretty sure I could exchange them.

-You want to try?

-Sure here. she gave him the black accessory and let him try it on. Indeed they looked the same and she didn't hesitate before trying his in return. -

hey it looks good on you!

-Thanks! I never have the oportunity to wear a chocker with my outfits normally because my mom dislikes it but I don't regret buying that one, we're matching!

BAM BAM

their conversations was cut short when Juliette's roommate started banging on the door. Sadly they ended it here and she waved at him before closing the door of her room. That only when axek took of his jewelry that he realised something

-hit I forgot to ask for her number"

The end for now !

#sweet elite #sweet elite axel #sweet elite fanfiction #sweet elite oc #sweet elite scholar #fanfic #my oc

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crimsonbubble · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Nerd!Hongjoong x Cheerleader!Reader

Genre: Smut (with a touch of angst [only at the beginning])

Warnings: bullying, mentions of self harm and vague mentions of death, degradation, oral (f receiving), hair pulling, slight exhibitionism, overstimulation, doggystyle

PLEASE BE CAREFUL WHILE READING!!

"Look at that, the nerd thinks he's tough. You say that you've never failed anything. But how come you're still breathing right now, huh? Did your attempt at leaving, fail?"

The words suck in, like a knife in warm butter. Tears slowly pricked his eyes, as his breathing sped up bit by bit.

He turns on his heel and walks away, trying to hold it together until he got to the bathroom. The sounds of their laughter blurs, like the tears do to his eyes.

He reaches out and pushes the door open. He rushes to the closest stall, and the tears fall. His cries are muffled as he leans against he stall door.

Within minutes, the bell rings and he hurriedly wipes his tears. He walks out of the stall and peers in the mirror, grimacing at his appearance.

His eyes are puffy and bloodshot and his nose is tinted pink and runny. He runs the water and scoops water into his hands. He splashes his face with the cold water a few times and he dabs his face with his hoodie sleeves.

He lets out a shaky breath and reluctantly grabs his bag and walks to class. The walk is short as his class is diagonal from the washrooms.

He hurried in and takes his seat. He runs his hands over his thighs, letting out a short breath.

Hongjoong's first class flies by the tick of the clock. He hastily put away his things into his bag, slung it over his shoulder and scurried out to his next class.

'Maybe if I can get there quick enough, they won't stop me today.'

Or so he thought. He yelps when someone grabs onto his hood, pulling him back. He lets out a choked breath and turns around.

"Huh, so you are the guy my boyfriend's been messing with."

You say as you flick his forehead, laughing at his pained expression.

"God, what do you want from me?"

He asked already tired of your actions. Abruptly, a harsh punch is then, sending Hongjoong to the ground. Everyone that was gathered around gasped in utter shock when your boyfriend launched a punch at him.

"What the fuck- Babe, we agreed no aggressive hits!"

You push at his chest. Said boy, grumbles and walks off, his little friend group following after him.

He looks at you, in fear of what may come next. You look down at him, and let out a sigh, covering your face with a hand.

"Listen, I'm sorry about that. I don't know why he hit you, even after we agreed about no aggression. I apologize on his behalf, but for now, just get to class okay?"

Your voice is slightly shaky and agitated. You give Hongjoong one last glance before dispersing the crowd and walking back to find your so called boyfriend.

Hongjoong gets up, and walks to his class, wondering why your voice sounded so breathy; scared almost. The thought of you stayed in the back on his mind, as he worked. His hands scribble notes on his paper as he looks at his phone, wishing that it was lunch already.

The lunch bell rings, as he's deep in thought, staring at his notebook. He jumps slightly and packs up his supplies, brushing the thought of the incident from earlier to the corner of his mind.

"Hey, Hongjoong wait."

Your voice stops him in his tracks. He turns around and his eyes give away that he's scared.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. But my boyfriend will, so come with me."

You take his hand and pull him towards the female change rooms. His eyes widen as he tries to get your grip to loosen.

"Just come with me ok? I cancelled practise, so no one is there. The other guys aren't allowed in here, because of the incident from last year."

His face burns as he recalls the memory. A member of the football team was caught having sex with a cheerleader from the rivaling school. So they implemented an ID unit. Only a person of that gender can get into the change room.

But students have found a way to chest the system. Just hold the door open, and let the other in. It's simple enough that no one, other than the students have figured it out.

Your grip loosens on his wrist as you catch your breath from the run.

"Look, Hongjoong. I'm so so sorry for every he's put you through. I never wanted to hurt you."

"Then why did you?"

He says as he shoves his hands into his pockets. He looks at you with a saddened expression.

"He... forced me too. He forced me to bully, tease, make fun of everyone he does. I never wanted to."

Your expression mirrored Hongjoong's when you turn away from him before continuing.

"If you don't trust me, I get it. I just wanted to warn you before it got worse."

He looks at your shaking figure. His eyes trail over the faint bruises on your legs and arms. But he doesn't dwell on them too hard. You're a cheerleader after all, you're bound to get hurt one way or another, right?

"What can I do to change your mind?"

His voice is hushed as he takes a tentative step towards her. She turns around. She looks at him in confusion.

"To change your mind about me? What do I have to do, to get you to like me as a person?"

Her expression softens and she strides to hug him. She loops her arms around is neck, laying her head against his chest. He hesitantly, wraps his arms around your trembling figure.

"I already do like you as a person. You've never down anything to me, for me to hate you. In fact, I don't really love him."

The last statement that leaves your lips, sends a warning signal to his brain. He stutters out a response.

"You don't... love him? Then why are you still with him?"

She laughs sarcastically.

"Because everytime I try and talk to him, he either changes the subject or ignores me. Besides I already know he's cheating on my with one of the other cheer girls."

Your tone is sharp as you pull back and look into Hongjoong's eyes. His eyes look into yours, taking quick glances at your soft looking lips. His nerves make him freeze on the spot, but you notice his fluttering eyes and decide to make your move.

His lips mold with yours. He tastes sweet, like berries and honey. His hands grip your waist, thumb caressing the exposed skin.

"Hongjoong please, I need you to fuck me."

He freezes, then smirks, kissing down your neck. His lips cause goosebumps to rise against your skin. Your moans are light and airy as you tangle your hands in his hair.

His tongue traces over your collarbones, teeth playfully nipping at your skin.

"H-hongjoong- bench."

His eyes flicker to the left, hands gripping your thighs. He quickly strides over to the bench, laying your down. His eyes peer into yours, as his fingers grip onto your crop top. You feverishly nod and tug your skirt up, revealing your soaked panties.

"Fuck baby, so wet all for me."

His fingers trail over your slit, rubbing circles into your clit. Your moans are broken as your back arched off the bench. He hurriedly pulls your panties down you legs, licking his lips at the sight of your dripping cunt.

Hongjoong's mouth leaves kisses along your inner thighs, before his tongue delves into your hole. You cry out and shake, when Hongjoong's fingers work your clit.

He pulls away, and kisses up your body, a quick hand coming to unhook your bra. His free hand pinches and rolls one of your nipples, while his warm mouth suckled on the other. Your lips are red and swollen from how hard your biting them. Your whines are sweet as Hongjoong kisses you, drinking in your sounds.

"Such a dirty whore for me, huh? Look at how wet you are, precious."

His words of filth, send shockwaves throughout your body. He chuckles when your cunt clenches around nothing.

"Are you that needy from me, baby? Clenching around nothing."

A beautiful shade of red, settles on your cheeks. Crying out with Hongjoong's fingers push into your slutty hole.

His fingers drag deliciously against your walls, sending you into a moaning frenzy. But you're too caught up in the feeling of his fingers, to realize when he tugged his jeans down, revealing his hard length.

"Think you can handle my cock?"

You're eyes flutter open and widen in shock at you gawk at his size. You moan out subconsciously, clenching down onto his fingers, while staring at his leaking tip.

"Fuck, please Hongjoong. Want your cock, please fuck me."

Your needy cries send a shiver down Hongjoong's spine. He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, holding eye contact with you.

Your cheeks feel incredibly hot as you see the way his tongue traces over his fingers.

In a flash, he has you on your stomach, ass in the air.

"Look at you precious. I've barely done anything and you're already a mess for me. Such a needy little whore."

You whine and wiggle your hips, enticing him to push my cock into you.

His hands grip your hips, pushing his cock into you. He bottoms out in a single thrust, barely giving you any time to adjust to his length.

"What would your little boyfriend say about this, baby? What would he think about girlfriend being a little whore for the nerd he's supposed to be bullying?"

"F-fuck, Hongjoong there!"

Your cries are loud as Hongjoong's hips slam into yours. Your hands claw at the bench as you push back against his cock.

"Such a little whore. So good for me."

Hongjoong's hand finds its way into your hair, pulling you up against his chest. His hips ram into yours in a brutal pace.

His leaking tip brushes against your g-spot with each angled thrust. You're finding it increasingly harder to keep your sounds at bay.

His cock is hitting places that you never knew existed. Your own drool spills past your lips and down your chin.

"Aww, am I fucking you so good that I have you drooling? God baby, you're such a pretty mess."

His pace quickens and you feel your own orgasm bubble up. Hongjoong slips a hand down your body and has his fingers circle your clit. Your body writhes and shakes against him, too sore and tried to warn him. Your sopping cunt, clenches down onto him. His breathing is laboured as he fucks into you, helping you ride about your high while chasing his. His fingers, continue their ministrations as you shake and whine against him. Your back arches, pushing your chest into the humid air of the change room.

"Come on darling, I know you can give me another one. Let it out. Come on my cock again."

Hongjoong's voice is raspy as he fucks into you Impossibly quick. His other hand gropes your breast, pinching your nipple. Your hips grind back against Hongjoong's. Your moans freely falling from your parted lips.

Your body would've curled in on itself, if Hongjoong wasn't gripping it. Your pussy clenches onto his cock, your orgasm hitting you like a truck.

You scream in pleasure, gripping Hongjoong's wrist to ground yourself. His hips stutter and his groans get more frequent.

"Fuck, if you keep clenching like that, I'm gonna cum."

With your teasing brat nature, you clench down onto him again, moaning when he fills you with his cum.

His hips slow down before coming a complete stop. His breathing is harsh against your ear, moaning lightly when he pulls out.

Both of you lay there panting and basking in your release. You were the first one to speak up.

"Don't worry about getting back to class, just stay here with me and rest for a bit."

"But what about-"

"Don't worry, the doors are locked, no one can get in. And besides, this allows us to really talk."

Hongjoong looks at you in surprise before smiling sweetly.

"How about this? We'll stay here, until after the final bell. Then I'll take you to my favorite café and we can talk over a drink and a pastry? But I have to have a quick chat with someone before we can go. Is that alright?"

"Sounds good, I'll be waiting."

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