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whatdoeseverybodywant · 1 month ago

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"It's Always Been You"

This is #1 out of 10 of my Phrase Series, hope you all enjoy! ❤️

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“Can I get you anything else?’ Melanie Greg broke out of her daydream at the bartender's voice. She gently shook her head, pulled her wallet out of her bag, and handed the bartender her debit card.

She looked around the restaurant with a small frown on her face. She hated the holidays. Here she was, a 39-year-old, freshly divorced woman, spending the holidays without her kids for the first time since they were born.

She sighed as her eyes fell on a family of four sitting in the corner booth. They were all matching and had genuine smiles on their faces, it reminded her of what her life used to be before it all went to shit.

Melanie barely noticed the man sitting down next to her at first. Her attention was still fixed on the family across the room, their matching sweaters and easy smiles a reminder of everything she no longer had. She sighed again and tried to tear her gaze away from the family.

“Nah Uce, fuck that” His voice was loud, full of frustration, cutting through the hum of holiday chatter around them. “I’m not coming back until she fucking leaves.”

Melanie watched out the corner of her eyes as someone flopped down on the chair next to her at the bar.

“We talked and she fuckin’ promised not to do that fuck shit tonight. It’s Christmas Eve for crying out loud!”

Melanie froze as she was about to sip the rest of her drink. It can’t be she thought, eyes wide as she turned her head to the left of her. Her eyes were wide as she took him in, no longer the scrawny teenager with the pencil mustache that took him months to grow. Joshua Fatu had grown up and the years had been VERY kind to him.

His broad shoulders filled the space at the bar, his athletic frame undeniably more solid than she remembered. The same dark eyes, the same familiar face—but with sharper edges, a defined jawline, and a confidence that hadn’t been there when they were kids. He was a man now, not the awkward teenager who’d been the subject of teasing for his failed attempts at facial hair.

The tattoos that peeked from under the sleeves of his black Nike hoodie only added to the transformation.

Her pulse quickened, and before she could stop herself, she blurted, “Joshua?”

His head snapped toward her, and his expression shifted from frustration to surprise. He blinked, his eyes scanning her for a moment as if he, too, wasn’t sure if he was seeing things clearly. Then, a slow grin spread across his face, and he leaned back in his chair.

“Oh shit.” He laughed, standing up from his chair and opening his arms for a hug, his phone conversation forgotten. She laughed as she stood from her seat and walked into his awaiting arms. “Damn Mel. It’s been a minute.” He mumbled into her hair, rocking them from side to side.

She melted into his arms and it was like the past 14 years didn’t happen. The hug was over way too quick for her liking.

“Man, whatchu doin’ back in Pensacola?” Jey asked, leaning back with a grin.

Melanie’s smile faltered, “Oh, uhh. I’m here visiting my parents for the holidays.”

Jey nodded and brought his hand up to his chin to scratch his beard. He let his eyes travel down her body his eyes locked on her now bare ring finger and he couldn’t help the look of surprise that came over his features. His eyes flickered up to hers. Before he could open his mouth to say anything, his phone started ringing. “Fuck.” He muttered as he remembered he was on the phone.

“Give me one second.” He said answering the phone while looking at her. “Don’t go nowhere.” Melanie let a giggle and nodded, her amusement evident in her expression

“Wassup Uce.” He said as he brought the phone up to his face indicating that it was a Facetime call.

“Whatchu mean wassup?!” The unmistakable voice of Josh’s twin Jon came through the phone. “You just hung up on me.”

She let out a giggle as Josh sucked his teeth. “Cause you was pissing me off, but hold up, hold up, look who I ran into!” He turned the phone around, tilting it just enough for Jon to see Melanie standing next to him. “Mel, say hi to Uce.”

Jon’s eyes were wide as he looked at Melanie. “Ain’t no fuckin’ way! Melanie?!?!”

“Hey Jon.” She replied with a tiny wave. It was like no time had passed between the trio.

“Girl, whatchu’ doin' all the way over here?! Thought you were living it up in Cali with that big-time movie producer.”

Melanie winced slightly and cleared her throat. “ I just decided to come see my folks for the holidays.” She absentmindedly started rubbing her bare ring finger, Josh noticed but didn’t say anything.

“Well, shoot. If you not doing anything later on, My mom would love to see you. You know she still is going on and on about how you were the one that -” Jon was cut off by Josh hurriedly hanging the phone up and stuffing it into the pocket of his hoodie. When she looked up at Josh his cheeks were starting to turn a pinkish shade and he was scratching the back of his neck.

“Ahem,” He cleared his throat. “Don’t listen to him... I mean not about the coming over part, you can come over just uh about the other part..” He trailed off and Melanie couldn’t help the smirk that came over her features.

“It’s cool.” she laughed. “I would love to see your mom again. Is that where you’re going now?”

Josh nodded. “Yeah. Same house from when we were kids.”

“Okay. I’ll Uber over there.”

Josh sucked his teeth, “Girl, stop playin’. You know you can come with me.”

Melanie bit her lip and shrugged. “I don’t know..” she trailed off. “ I don’t want to get you into any trouble with your wife.”

Josh snorted and held up his left hand which was bare of any jewelry. “I ain't worried bout that.”

Melanie’s eyes widened a bit. “Oh shit, my bad Josh. I didn’t-”

“Nah Mel, you cool I promise. Now let's go before Jon’s big ass eat all the food.” She let out a laugh and grabbed her card that the bartender had put down on the bar top and placed it in her bag. She put her bag on her shoulder and let Josh lead her out of the bar, holding her hand.

Melanie didn’t know why she was so nervous. The butterflies in her stomach kept intensifying the closer they got to Josh's mom's house. She was about to tell him that she needed to get back to her parents when the front door opened and Talisua greeted them with a big smile.

“Oh, Mel hunny, It’s so good to see you!” She said, pulling Melanie into a tight hug. “Now, you on the other hand,” Talisua said as she glared at Josh over Mel’s shoulder. “Don’t you ever slam my door like that again, you hear me?”

“Yes Ma’am” Josh replied rolling his eyes as Melanie started to snicker.

She let Talisua lead her into the house. Mel let out an oof as a body collided with her and she was picked off the ground and spun into a circle.

“Damn lil Mel, look at you all grown and shit.”

Melanie rolled her eyes. She broke away from Jon and went to hug their younger brother Joseph who introduced her to his wife Alima and their two boys Jaden and Joseph Jr. She looked around the living room to see if she recognized any more familiar faces but froze when she noticed someone glaring at her. She took a step back and bumped into Jon who was in the middle of talking with Joseph and Alima.

“Don’t worry about her. Same ole mean girl from high school. Ashley just pissed because Josh divorced her ass.” Jon finished rolling his eyes at Josh’s ex-wife. “You hungry?” He added at the end and Mel nodded. “C’mon, you can meet my wife Trinity.”

Melanie felt so out of place sitting at the dinner table between Josh and Jon. Ashley was sitting directly across from her, just glaring.

“So Mel,” Talisua started. “How have you been sweetie? Last I heard you were in California.”

“Yeah. I just came down here to visit my parents.” Melanie replied with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“Oh, that’s nice,” Talisua said, clearly pleased. “I’m sure your parents are thrilled to have you home.”

Ashley scoffed and everyone turned their attention to her.

“Don’t start your mess, Ashley. Not in front of my kids.” His gaze flicked to his two boys who were sitting at the kids' table with their cousins.

“Our Kids,” Ashley said as she kept her attention on Melanie. She had noticed the absence of her wedding ring and she was going to bring it up. “Speaking of kids…” She trailed off, placing her elbow on the table and resting her chin on her fist. “Don’t you have some? Why are you not with them and what happened to your wedding ring?”

Melanie shifted in her seat as she felt some of Josh’s family look her way.

“I mean, y'all were all over The Shaderoom last month for your husband's movie premiere, looking like the perfect little family.”

Melanie felt Josh stiffen beside her and heard Jon whisper “Aw hell”. She cleared her throat and sat up a little straighter in her chair.

“Some things never change huh?” Melanie chuckled under her breath shaking her head. “Good to see you been keeping up with my life though,” Melaine said as she winked at Ashley.

Ashley narrowed her eyes at Melanie and straightened up in her chair. Not one to back down from a fight, Ashley smiled before saying. “I mean, y’all looked like the perfect family in that photo.”

“Looks can be deceiving.” Melanie shrugged.

“Really?” Ashley scoffed. “You still pretending everything’s fine? I saw the way your ‘perfect family’ crumbled. Pretty fast, too. Must’ve been rough.” She dragged out the last word, trying to stick the knife in.

“Man, will you chill?” Josh said. Shaking his head at Ashley. “You doin’ too much”

Ashley scoffed. “I’m so over this. Do you know how many times I caught him scrolling through her Instagram page while we were married?!” She said glaring at Josh before turning her attention back to Melanie. “When you broke his heart and left, I picked up the pieces. I helped bring him out that funk he was in!”

Melanie snuck a glance at Josh. He was staring a hole through Ashley, his jaw was tight and his fists clenched at his sides. “Leave.” Josh snarled out, lip curling as he tried to hold back from yelling at Ashley in front of their kids.

Ashley rolled her eyes and finished her wine before standing up from the table and leaving the room. Melanie felt Jon wince as the front door slammed, signaling Ashley’s departure. Talisua took a deep breath before picking up the rolls in the basket on the table. “Rolls anyone?”

After Ashley had left, the rest of the dinner went smoothly, and Melanie was grateful nobody brought up her or Josh’s disaster of a marriage again. She was sitting on the couch in the living room with Trinity as the two got to know each other. She felt someone looking at her. She looked over and immediately locked eyes with Josh, who was standing on the other side of the room talking with his brothers.

Once they locked eyes, Josh hurriedly immediately looked away. Melanie let out a soft chuckle and her stomach flipped as the butterflies started fluttering as she turned her attention back to Trinity.

“What you gonna do about that?” Josh blinked, he looked up from his beer bottle and noticed that all three of his brothers were staring at him.

“What?” He asked, lip curling as he glared at the three of them.

“Aint nobody scared of you Uce. What you gon do about Melanie?” Jon said as he cut his eyes over to Melanie who was now talking with Trinity and Alima. “You know what moms always said” Jon paused as he tried to remember the quote his momma used to say to them. “Some shit about destiny.” Josh rolled his rolled his eyes but remained silent. “Uce, do you remember how tore up you was when she left? How it took months to get you out the house? This is your chance. Both of y’all are single... There’s nothing in the way. Y’all being at the same bar tonight was destiny.”

Josh bit his lip as he let Jon’s words sink in. He finished off the rest of his beer and handed the empty bottle to Jon before slowly walking over to Melanie and his sisters-in-law. He felt his heart start to pound in his chest as the three of them stopped talking when they noticed him walking closer. Alima and Trinity were trying to hide the smiles on their faces.

“Y’all mind if I steal Mel for a minute?”

Alima and Trinity exchanged quick glances before shaking their heads in unison. "Go ahead," Alima said, a teasing glint in her eye. "She’s all yours."

Josh held his hand out for Melanie to take and once she did he helped her to her feet before leading her outside, towards the backyard where the bonfire was lit. The butterflies had returned to her stomach tenfold. They both were silent as they made their way to the bonfire. Josh had no idea what he was going to say to Melanie. He kicked his Nike slides off before sitting down on one of the blankets. He watched as Melanie took off her shoes and sat down right next to him.

“I missed being in Pensacola,” Melanie said after a while. Josh hadn’t taken his eyes off her since they sat down. She was looking up at the stars in the sky with a soft smile on her face. “Missed being around my family.”

“Yeah,” Josh asked, still looking at her. “You could’ve came back.”

“I was…” She trailed off. “Y’know after you called.” Josh’s breath hitched in his throat. He remembered the day he called vividly. It was a moment of weakness about fourteen years ago. He had overhead that his younger sister Stasi had gotten back in contact with Melanie and Josh had begged Stasi for Mel’s number and once he finally got it, he had dialed the number but couldn’t find it in him to actually press the call button. It took him hours to work up the courage to call and when he did he was a bit drunk. An angry and drunk Josh was not a good combination. After he had aired his frustrations out about her leaving, he begged her to come home, to come back to Pensacola so they could pick up where they left off.

“Do you remember what you said?” She asked and he nodded immediately. “You said that If I really loved you, that if you ever meant anything to me, I should come home and you would forgive me for leaving you.”

“I was drunk,” Josh whispered.

“I know,” Melanie smiled. “I had my bags packed and I was waiting for Ryan to come home and by sheer coincidence, my doctor called.” She quickly reached up to wipe the tears that had just escaped her eyes. “I had found out I was pregnant with McKenzie that day, and when I had called you back, Ashley had answered.” Melanie kept her gaze focused on the fire. “She told me that y’all were getting married in a couple of weeks and I needed to move on with my life and then she hung up.”

“Mel…” Josh trailed off, not knowing what to say. That phone call was a moment of weakness. He was weeks away from getting married to Ashley but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was making a big mistake, once he heard that Stasi was in contact with Melanie he felt like he had a chance to fix it and when he never heard from Melanie again he had tried to move on with his life.

“I never stopped loving you,” Melanie whispered and Josh closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. “You were my first everything I was willing to give up my life with Ryan to be with you.”

“I never stopped loving you either. I tried… I tried so hard to move on but.” Josh stopped talking and stood to his feet. He grabbed Melanie’s hand and pulled her up. He pulled her close so he was looking into her eyes. “It’s always been you.”

The air between them grew thick with everything unsaid, all the years of separation, pain, and yearning. Melanie’s breath caught in her throat. She wanted to speak, to say everything that was flooding her mind, but her words got caught in her throat. He moved a little closer, closing the gap between them, his forehead just barely grazing hers. “I missed you Mel, and I��m not going to pass up another moment with you.”

Melanie let her gaze fall from his eyes to his lips and she nodded. “I don’t wanna pass up another moment with you neither Josh.” He smiled and leaned close to her, their lips were almost touching when she whispered. “I just put a down payment on my house. I’m moving back to Pensacola.” Josh's eyes widened with surprise and joy. Without another word, he closed the final distance between them, capturing Melanie's lips in a passionate kiss. Years of pent-up desire flooded through them as their mouths moved together urgently.

Melanie's fingers tangled in Josh's hair, pulling him closer as his hands roamed down her back. They broke away from each other and jumped slightly when someone banging on the sliding glass backdoor that looked out into the backyard startled them.

“THAT'S WHAT THE FUCK I’M TALKING ABOUT!” Jon was looking out at them with a big ass smile on his face. He gave his brother a thumbs-up before he was pulled away by Trinity.

Melanie rolled her eyes at Jon’s antics before pressing her body back against Josh’s and leaning in for another kiss, this one was slower, deeper, filled with the promise of all the moments they'd missed and all the ones yet to come.

Author's Note: Whew... finally part one of the Phrase Series is out!

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morgluvsconnie · 9 months ago

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𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐚, 𝐜.𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫.

highschool AU , some language , fluff(?) , connie being crazy over you , not proofread , very short !

“connie springer, will you please pay attention to my teaching and not y/n l/n?” the teacher raised her eyebrows with a shallow smirk.

“man.” connie mumbled, moving his attention away from you and to the ceiling as he slumped in his desk. the class laughed at the teachers joke, which wasn’t really a joke, because it always happened.

“you crazy as hell if you really think that girl want you.” ony mumbled to connie from beside him. “she don’t want nobody but me.” connie pat his chest with a scoff.

the bell rings.

you packed your things wit your over the head headphones playing “at your best” by aaliyah. your threw your backpack over your shoulder, getting ready to leave with your girlfriends, but you heard a faint voice call your name as soon as you made it to the door.

“girl, connie want you.” one of your friends giggled. “have fun.” she winked with a smile. you didn’t even have time to stop her before connie fully made his way to you.

this was the fourth time in two weeks this boy has been in your face.

“connie.” you raised your eyebrows and kept walking, slow enough so that he could catch up. “so whatchu doin this weekend? since it’s friday and shit.” he tucked his lips into a smile.

“same thing i said last week. i gotta study.” you paused your music and stopped, leaning on a locker. “now what you want? for real.”

“oh my- i want you.” he smacked his lips and looked down at you.

you stared up at him for a few seconds before smiling into a small laugh. “you’re so funny, connie.” you pat his shoulders, starting to walk off again.

he let out a deep sigh. “you gotta at least go out to eat with me or something.” he pursed his lips together. you looked up at him with your eyebrows raised. “and what do i get out of that?”

“uh, me. and a relationship you won’t forget.” he rested his arm over your shoulder while leaning over at you. “so…”

“you’re just like any other boy.” you looked at his hand.

“what other boy has ever begged you for like… since… middle school, to go out with him?”

you thought about it for a second. nobody.

“exactly. so you can just take ya chance with me.”

you sighed. “you ain’t just doing this to brag about going out to eat with me?”

“i’m doin it cause you pretty… and i like you.” connie shrugged.

you smiled at his compliment. little did you know, he actually meant it. “i’ll… text you. and remind me when it is.” you pat his chest with a smile. “bye connie.”

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“ion plan on pimpin’ that girl.” connie bit his lip with a grin.

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axeoverblade · 2 years ago

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THIS WITH MILES AND RIO OMG

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8e2jNJ6/

Can she come over?

Miles(s) Morales x fem! Reader

Synopsis! After seeing a Tiktok on your for you page, you persuaded your boyfriend to do it with you.

MASTERLIST

Genre: Fluff, pre established relationship, slight age up so it makes sense that they’re in a car

Warnings: none!

Word count: .8k

Authors comment: This was so cute and fun to write, hopefully this was what you were asking. Didn’t know which Miles you wanted so suprise it’s both! Small blurbs. Enjoy <3

EARTH 1610!MILES

“Baby no I’m not doing that!” Miles whined. “Cmon!! It’s just a little jokey-joke!” You lightly pushed his shoulder, trying to persuade him for the umpteenth time. He looked at you and sighed, finally caving in, “you're so lucky I love you”. Giggling, you urged him to call his mom quicker, setting up your camera on the dashboard of the car to record.

“I’m blaming this on you” he said, phone ringing as he looked at you. “I’m willing to accept the consequences” you smiled.

“Yes hijo?” His mother said, you smiled wider, covering your mouth with your hand. “Hola mami” “Do u need something? Oh! Can you tell y/n she left her pajamas so I washed em’ for her.” “oh uh,” he looked at you, “I’m not with her, when I see her I’ll say something. What are you doing right now?” “Mmm nothing worth talking about, por que? Is something wrong?” She asked, becoming more concerned towards the end of her sentence. “Nah nothin’s wrong” Miles paused, “can I bring a girl over?” He winced, trying to stop his voice from cracking. “Que? I thought you said you weren’t with y/n? You don’t have to ask to bring her over anymore-” “uh actually it’s not her”

The phone went silent, “….eh?”, you stifled a laugh, looking at miles who was holding in a laugh himself. “It’s not her mami, ‘s another girl.” “So, what I’m hearing is,” she paused, taking a moment to process, “you want some random girl over that’s not y/n? Why?” “Oh well you know, I’m hanging out with her right now and she wants to come over” “does y/n know about this?” “Uhm nah, this girl is kinda..” Miles trailed off, insinuating he was hiding her from you. “Miles te lo juro que te asesinaré con mis propias manos.” you couldn’t hold it in anymore, throwing your head back as you cackled. Miles' eyes widened at your break of character as he laughed too, quickly muting himself, “You think this is funny Miles? Was that her laughing?” Rio yelled quickly, had you not been used to her voice you wouldn’t have understood what she said with how fast the words left her mouth. Miles unmuted himself, knowing if he didn’t stop the prank now he would get in serious trouble. “Cálmate mami, we’re kidding it’s a joke!”

“Hi Mrs.Morales!” You choked out through a laugh. “Ay-Y/n is that you?” “Yes ma’am” you giggled. Rio mumbled something under her breath, “you two play too much. I’ll see you both for dinner, don't be late.” With that she hung up. You looked at Miles who was shaking his head at you, “mi princesa, you’re gonna get me killed.” You giggled and gave him a kiss on the cheek, grabbing your phone off the dashboard and stopping the recording, “maybe thats my goal.”.

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EARTH 42!MILES

“Baby Im not doing it, do you know how pissed she’s gonna be?” He looked at you skeptically. You set up your camera on the dashboard, pressing record. “Cmon querido it’s for memories” he sighed looking at your pleading expression. He rolled his eyes, “you owe me” you smiled wide, happy he finally agreed after a hefty amount of convincing. He dialed his mother, staring at you while it rang.

“Yes Hijo?” Ríos voice spoke through the phone speaker. “Hola mama, whatchu’ doin’?” “Uhm I’m on a five minutó break at the hospital, por que?” “Uhh nothin much, so I’m wit’ a girl n’ she wants to come over to the house, I was just letting you know-” “eh? Where's y/n? Is she already there or something?” You smiled. “Uh nah, just me n’ the girl.” “…Dónde está y/n?” “Uh” he looked at you for a split second, “I don’t know.” “Does she know this girl is coming over?” “Nah and I’m keeping it that way” Miles said, hinting something was going on with this mystery girl. “Miles, tu traes esa nena a casa y te lo juro.", you covered your mouth holding in a laugh, looking at Miles. He shook his head, “well I mean she’s kinda already with me,” “Is her name y/n” “que? no i just said it’s not y/n-” “then she can’t come over. I see you with another girl near our property and it’s not ending well for either of you, comprende?” You couldn’t hold it in any longer, letting out the laugh you had been keeping.

“Ella se acaba de reír de? Miles Morales-" “Mama we kid’, y/n is wit’ me. it’s a joke” he quickly cut her off before she could begin her rant. “Sorry Mrs.Morales” you said through a fit of giggles. “Cariño don’t do that, you had me worried.” She spoke to you through the phone.“Sorry mama” you replied using the nickname developed for Rio throughout your relationship with Miles. She clicked her teeth, “I’m gonna tell your ma on you little girl, eres malo.”. You let out a small laugh and apologized, saying your goodbyes so she could get back to work. You grabbed your phone off the dashboard stopping the recording, giving Miles a quick kiss on the cheek. “So about what you owe me” he said looking at you suggestively. You laughed, “you’re gross”

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spiicii · 3 months ago

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jey uso / possessive

x fem!reader word count → 3.7k summary → it was a cute skirt, but jey had made it clear it was too short for you to wear without him. you promised him you’d wait until your next date night to wear it, but it’s just too cute to leave in the back of your closet. surely he wouldn’t be mad if you wore it while you visited him at work? links → masterlist tags → jey likes to spoil you, possessive behavior, hickies, hair pulling, spanking, dirty talk, light choking, jimmy is a d1 instigator

“Whoa, whoa, where you think you’re going?” Jey’s tone was playful, his arm snaking around your midsection and pulling you closer to him beneath the sheets.

“Babe, I gotta get ready,” you groaned, though you didn’t struggle as he pressed your body to his, his arm now securely fastened around your waist.

“Nah, you ain’t going nowhere.” He rumbled in your ear, though you could hear the smile in his words.

“Jey, please, I promised the girls…”

You trailed off as he reached up and captured your chin between his fingers, pulling your face close to his so he could kiss you. You melted into the kiss, allowing his other arm to wrap around you and press you even tighter against his toned chest.

He chuckled against your mouth, his grip on you unyielding as he kept you close.

“Whatchu even doin’ today? Why can’t you just stay here all naked and sexy for me until I come back?”

You rolled your eyes. “Keeping your bed warm isn’t my only job, you know.”

He leaned back to stare at you incredulously, though he was still smiling. “Oh, but wracking up my credit card bill is? That’s all you doin’ with your girls today, isn’t it? Shopping?”

You offered him a cheeky smile. “Maybe. They just wanted to check out that new store downtown.”

Jey shook his head. “Yeah, yeah, sure. New store. Next thing you know you’ll be going to the store next door. Then the one beside it. Then the one beside it…”

“Alright, alright, I get it,” you laughed, still making no effort to leave the warmth of his embrace, your legs still tangled together under the sheets. “But you don’t have to give me your credit card. I mean, if it’s really that big of a deal…”

“Whoa, now. Ain’t nobody say all that.”

“No?” You raised an eyebrow at him. “I got my own money.”

His frown at you was playful. “No girl of mine is gon’ be spending her own hard-earned money. It’s my job to spoil you.”

“You spoil me then complain that I’m spoiled,” you giggled, watching as a goofy smile spread across his face.

“You are spoiled,” he laughed, leaning forward to press kisses against your neck. “But you right. I do spoil you. Probably too much.”

You let out a sigh as his hands roamed your body, his lips warm and gentle against the hollow of your throat.

“Take back the credit card then.” You breathed, goosebumps rising as his beard scratched across your exposed skin.

“Never.” He murmured, his mouth beginning to latch onto your throat, his fingers curling into the soft flesh of your thighs. His breath was warm behind your ear, his long legs wrapping around yours like vines.

“No hickies,” you pleaded, even as you continued to bare his neck to him willingly, not even trying to push him away.

“Just one.” He gasped against your neck, his fingers digging deeper into your flesh as he struggled to resist the urge to mark you.

It was a game the two of you often played. As much as you adored his marks on you, it was too hot for turtlenecks and they were a pain to cover. He always begged you anyways, some deeper, more primal instinct inside him itching to mark you as his. It was getting harder and harder to tell him no, especially when you enjoyed wearing them so much.

“Just a small one. Not too noticeable. Please, Jey…” But your plea was cut short by the feel of his lips closing around the delicate skin behind your ear, grill nipping against you as the bruise blossomed beneath his mouth.

You wanted to tell him to go easy, but you felt your body relax in his hold, even as the bruise deepened and his grip on your thighs became punishing.

You whimpered and he finally let you go, his eyes dark as he stared at the bruise rapidly forming high on your neck, half hidden by your hairline. His grip on you was still tight and you knew it was taking all of his willpower not to give you another one.

“Jey…” you breathed and the intensity of his eyes meeting yours made your body feel weak, butterflies now in your stomach. “I…I have to get up.”

His gaze was unblinking at you, almost as if he were weighing his options. You knew him too well. He was thinking about rolling you over for round two, adding more hickies to the one behind your ear and pounding into you until you were seeing stars.

You softened beneath his gaze, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. “I have to go. And so do you. You agreed to meet Jimmy early this morning.”

At the mention of his twin, you watched as Jey blinked, seemingly shaken from his faraway thoughts. His face broke into a smile.

“He can wait.”

You shook your head, a breathless laugh on your lips. “You’re ridiculous. Come on, let me up.”

You moved out of his embrace and was surprised that for once he didn’t resist, allowing you to untangle yourself from his long limbs. He stared at you adoringly.

“You’re lucky I care about my job, little girl,” he growled, watching as you stood and stretched your arms above your head. “Or else we wouldn’t be leaving this bedroom all day.”

You giggled, shaking your head again. “If you had it your way we’d stay here forever. Except maybe to go to Waffle House.”

You tried not to laugh as he perked up at your words, the move far too similar to a golden retriever who just heard the word walk. “You wanna go this morning?”

You picked up his discarded shirt from the floor and threw it at him. “With what time? Besides, aren’t you on that juice cleanse with Jimmy?”

Jey scowled, sitting up in the bed to lean back against the headboard. “That was his dumbass idea, not mine.”

“You’ve barely even started it!” You chided, moving to the closet to pick out some outfits for the day. “Besides, he’ll know if you cheat.”

Jey scoffed. “No way. And I’ll bet he cheatin’ on his own anyway! That fool can’t ever say no to Whataburger.”

You laughed as you got dressed, watching him in the full-length mirror as you moved around the room. His posture was relaxed, legs sprawled out beneath the white sheets, his arm slung lazily behind his head as he leaned back to stare at you with hooded eyes.

“Whatchu gon’ wear today?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. What do you think of this?” You held up a simple sundress and he whistled. “Girl, you better not wear that shit ‘round me. I’ll be hiking that thing up and fucking you raw.”

“Jesus, Jey!” You admonished, though you couldn’t hide your pleased smile. “Fine. No sundress. But are you gonna get up? You’ve got like ten minutes max to get out the door before Jimmy starts blowing up my phone.”

Jey scoffed. “Pshhhh forget him. I wanna see my girl try on some outfits for me.”

As if on cue, Jey’s ringtone shattered the peaceful air of the bedroom, the sound muffled beneath the sheets. He cursed as he fumbled to look for his phone.

“Why the hell you callin’ me, fool?” Jey answered and you heard Jimmy’s laughter echo through the speaker phone.

“Because I know you ain’t up, fool. You gon’ be late. Again. If I didn’t call you’d be curled up in bed with yo’ girl all day.”

“He’s right, babe,” you teased, clasping on a bra. “You need to get up.”

Jey scowled as Jimmy laughed at your words. “See? Now get yo’ ass up. I’m five minutes out.”

“Man, I’m done with y’all,” Jey grumbled, but you were happy to see that he was beginning to climb out of bed.

“And before you even ask, no, we’re not stopping for breakfast.” Jimmy continued, undeterred by his brother’s grumpiness. “I know you wanna cheat on this cleanse but we gotta stay strong, uce.”

“Get outta here with that bullshit,” Jey groaned. “My girl already said no to Waffle House.”

“Good! We still got a week to go! If you cheat you gotta start all over.”

“Like hell.” Jey muttered, grabbing some of his discarded clothing from the floor and heading towards the bathroom. You could still hear Jimmy’s voice as the two of them continued to bicker.

Meanwhile, you were still trying to decide on what to wear for your day out. The weather was mild enough for a thin long sleeve, but not for pants. After some thought, you decided on one of the new skirts you’d bought last week. It was short, much shorter than you usually wore, and you knew it would drive Jey crazy knowing that you were out and about with it on.

You had just finished pulling the skirt above your hipbones when you heard Jey conclude his conversation with Jimmy and walk back into the bedroom. He was dressed now, his face freshly washed and a toothbrush hanging from his mouth.

“Hey, babe, I-” He stopped mid-sentence at the sight of you in front of the mirror. You flashed him a cheeky smile.

“What do you think? I bought it last week. Isn’t it adorable?”

He seemed to have trouble speaking, his eyes glued to your body, a dollop of toothpaste falling from his still open mouth onto his shirt.

You giggled and twirled, just to tease him. “I was going to save it for date night but today’s the perfect day to wear it, don’t you think?”

He finally removed the toothbrush from his mouth and tried to speak.

“You…where you think you goin’ looking like that?”

You pouted. “What do you mean? You don’t like it?”

His eyes darkened. “You know exactly what I mean, little girl. Ain’t no way in hell I let you out this house with your ass hangin’ out.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “It is not hanging out. It’s not even that short.”

“Not even…?” He scoffed, grabbing a towel from the bathroom to wipe the toothpaste from his shirt. “I know you ain’t for real. You know damn well that skirt is too short.”

You did know, but you liked getting him riled up. You turned your back to him to sit down at your vanity mirror. “Well I’m wearing it today. It’s cute and I like it. I’m sorry you don’t.”

His phone rang from his pocket again and he cursed, returning to the bathroom to rinse out his mouth. When he returned you heard Jimmy on the speaker again.

“Uce, if you don’t get yo’ ass downstairs I swear to god I’m coming up there.”

“Yeah, yeah, alright.” Jey grumbled, quickly grabbing his things. “I’m coming.”

You watched as he fumbled around the room, phone still in hand as Jimmy continued to gripe on speaker. You watched him in the mirror with a raised eyebrow, unmotivated to help him find his wallet and keys. Your eyes met in the mirror and his gaze was hard.

“You listen to me,” he growled, his finger pointed at you menacingly. ”You ain’t going out in that. You take that shit off and save it for date night. Understand?”

“Oh, shit. What she got on, uce?” God, Jimmy was nosey as hell.

“Man, shut up!” Jey snapped. He looked back at you. “No arguments, little girl. You go out lookin’ like that I’ll bend you over my knee when I get home. You understand?”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, okay. Fine.”

He seemed satisfied with your response, still frantically searching the room for his belongings.

“Uce, we already late.” Jimmy sounded annoyed. “Our trainer’s gon’ kill us, man.”

Jey was still frantically searching the room. “Fuck, babe, where my keys at?”

You sighed. “They fell behind the bedside table, remember?”

“Shit, you right.”

Once he finally retrieved his keys, he sprinted to your side, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “See you later, baby.”

You smiled as you watched him run back towards the door, throwing one last goofy smile over his shoulder at you. “Love you!”

You chuckled. Jey was always a whirlwind. “Love you too!”

***

He forgot his juice in the fridge. Of course he had. He’d been so frazzled this morning you weren’t surprised. But you hadn’t expected him to text you asking if you could bring him something from the local juice bar downtown. And normally this wouldn’t be a problem. You and the girls were done shopping anyways and you already were downtown, but there was just one problem…

You hadn’t taken off the skirt like you promised.

After Jey had left, you’d considered listening to him. You really had. But ultimately it was just too cute to put back in the closet. You tried to tell yourself that was the only reason why you were flouting Jey’s wishes and going out in the shortest skirt you owned. It definitely had nothing to do with the small thrill you felt knowing you were being bratty, directly disobeying him just to get him riled up.

As you picked up his juice and drove to the training center, you started feeling nervous. He was normally used to your antics, but what if this had been a bad idea?

It was too late to turn back now. You’d already parked and forced yourself to make the walk to the twin’s locker room. You tried to push down your nervousness, but by the time you made it to the locker room, your heart was fluttering in your chest. It took all of your courage to push open the door and head inside.

At first, the room looked empty, but then you heard a low whistle, your heart instantly in your throat.

“Damn, girl. Jey let you leave the house like that?”

You let out a breath. It was only Jimmy. He was sitting in the corner, wiping his sweaty face with a towel as he watched you with a raised eyebrow.

“Or is that the skirt he told you not to wear without him?” Jimmy’s tone was far too smug for your liking.

You scowled. “Leave it alone, Jimmy,” you hissed, quickly moving across the room to shove the juice into his hands. “Here, give this to him.”

Jimmy took the juice from you, though a knowing smile was beginning to tug at the corners of his mouth. “What? You don’t wanna give it to him yourself?”

You glared at him. “You know damn well I don’t. I’m going home. Not a word to him about the skirt. Promise?’

“And what am I supposed to tell him when he asks why you left?”

“I don’t know! Figure something out.”

Jimmy laughed, but thankfully he didn’t seem too bothered. “Whatever, girl. You crazy though. Better hope he don’t catch you on your way out.”

“Thanks,” you muttered, turning away. “See you later.”

Before you could make it to the door to leave, you heard Jey’s familiar voice on the other side and your heart dropped at the sound.

“Yeah, yeah, give me two seconds!” He was yelling at someone, presumably one of his trainers, before you watched in horror as the door opened and he entered.

The second his eyes landed on you, his eyes lit up, a goofy smile already forming on his face. “Hey babe!” He sounded excited to see you. “Did you bring the juice?”

He moved towards you, as if to give you a hug, but stopped in his tracks as he noticed what you were wearing. His eyes widened in realization, his smile quickly dimming as his gaze raked across you. You felt your ears burn, subconsciously reaching down to tug at your skirt, as if that would help cover the tops of your thighs.

“Oh shiiiiit,” Jimmy, ever the instigator, couldn’t keep his mouth shut. “You got the worst luck, girl. If you’d left just a few seconds earlier, you woulda missed him.”

Jey’s gaze at you was positively fiery, his smile gone, as if blown away by the wind. His dark eyes simmered, his lips now set in a tight line. He took a step towards you, and you instinctively took a step back in response, unable to meet his eyes.

“I know you not wearing what I think you’re wearing,” Jey’s tone was dangerous, but you couldn’t deny the small thrill that ran down your spine at his words.

You cringed at Jimmy’s laugh behind you. “Damn, uce. You let yo’ girl leave the house like that?”

God, couldn’t Jimmy mind his business for once? Jey seemed to agree. “Man, get the hell outta here.” He hissed, his fiery gaze now directly at his brother.

Jimmy laughed again, clearly amused. “Fine, fine! I’m leaving.”

He sauntered past, a towel slung over his shoulder as he threw you a wink. “Good luck, girl.”

You wanted to strangle him.

When the door slammed shut behind him, Jey turned his full attention back to you. He motioned to your skirt. “What the hell did I tell you about leaving the house dressed like that?”

You looked down at the floor, chewing on your bottom lip in nervousness.

When you didn’t answer, Jey’s hand shot out to grab your wrist, tugging him roughly towards him. You let out a gasp, colliding with his exposed chest, his skin still slick with sweat from training.

You didn’t have the courage to meet his eyes, so he reached up and threaded his fingers into your hair, tugging to force your head up to meet his gaze. Being this close to him, his eyes dark and smoldering as he stared down at you, you felt sparks of arousal shoot down your spine, your thighs instinctively closing as you felt wetness beginning to form between them.

Jey’s hand curled deeper into your hair and he tugged again, your lips parting at the delicious feeling and a small moan escaping. He quirked his eyebrows up at the sound, his other hand still closed tightly around your wrist.

“You fucking serious right now?” His tone was low, but you could hear the dangerous undercurrent beneath it, the sound going straight to your core. “Why’d you wear this shit? I told you not to. Answer me.” His tone brokered no room for argument.

“I…” You weren’t sure you could find the words, not when his hands felt so good on you, the tugging in your hair bordering between pleasure and pain. “I wanted…you to see me like this.”

Jey’s grip on your hair tightened. “Why?”

He knew why, the fucker, but he wanted to hear you say it. Wanted to hear you beg for it.

“I wanted you to punish me.” The words were barely a whisper passing your lips, your cheeks turning red in embarrassment as he glared down at you. “I wanted you jealous.”

Jey curled his lip at your words. “What’s the matter, little girl? I don’t give you enough attention? You gotta wear this shit out and about to get it?”

You shook your head vehemently. “No, no! I wanted you to-”

“And now every man who seen you today has seen this ass.” He released your wrist to reach around you and hike up the skirt, grabbing a handful of your ass still covered by your panties. “My ass. This belongs to me, doesn’t it, girl?”

You nodded, leaning into him as his fingers curled deeper in the flesh of your ass. He tugged on your hair again, forcing your head back so he could press a possessive kiss to your parted lips, his tongue a hot brand inside your mouth as he claimed you. You relaxed in his hold, even as he tugged your panties down and placed a smack across the exposed skin.

“It’s mine.” He growled against your mouth, the grip on your hair unforgiving. “All of it. And what do you do? You flaunt it all over town, letting any horny motherfucker see what belongs to me.”

Tugging you by the hair, he dragged you across the room to the nearest chair, taking a seat and throwing you across his knee without warning.

“Please, please,” you heard yourself begging even though you weren’t sure what you were begging for. “Please, Daddy…”

“Don’t even try with that sweet talk, girl.” He snarled, his hand colliding with your ass with such a force that you yelped. “I told you I would bend you over my knee if you wore this shit so that’s what imma do.”

“Please, Daddy, I’m-” He spanked you again, this time on the other cheek. “Please, I’m sorry!”

“Too late for sorry, girl,” He snapped, continuing to abuse your ass. “You knew whatchu was doin’. You wanted this. So shut up and take it.”

It hurt, but he doesn’t slow down, his large hand covering both sides of your ass with stinging hits. You feel tears prick at the corner of your eyes, beginning to squirm in his lap until he reaches around and uses his free hand to close around your throat, keeping you still.

“You got a safeword,” he gritted out, continuing to administer blow after blow against your reddened ass. “And you know how to use it.”

He was right, of course. You could stop this if you wanted, but right now that was the last thing on your mind. The feeling of his hand on your throat felt too good to even think about stopping, no matter how much your ass stung.

“But we both know you don’t want me to stop, don’t we, baby?” Jey’s words were scalding you from the inside out and an embarrassed whimper slipped past your lips. Jey let out a mocking laugh, even as he continued to spank you. “You making a mess between those legs. I can feel it. You love it when I do you like this, don’t you?”

You wanted to protest, just to save some of your pride, but you couldn’t find the words. Not as the tears started to stream down your cheeks, small huffs of breath escaping from parted lips as he continued to rain down smack after smack against your ass.

“You won’t be able to sit tomorrow without remembering this, girl,” he growled, his fingers still wrapped deliciously around your throat to keep you still. “And maybe then you’ll behave.”

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laiiaaa · 1 year ago

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THE IN-BETWEEN — CARMEN BERZATTO

summary Carmen comes home late again and takes you to bed.

length 2k

contents established relationship, another fluff vacuum (i serve the people), a teeny tiny bit of angst but nothin’ crazy dw!, so many kisses, sweet sleepy moments, Carm being a good bf, so so soft dom bc that's just who he issss, i literally melted while writing this i'm so soft for him

On later nights like this, Carmen’s used to coming home to a dim, serene apartment. A lamp left on in the corner of the living room because you hate to think it’s pitch dark when he arrives; so too the light above the sink because you know well by now of his habitual hand washing; a dark bedroom with your form fast asleep, yet loving enough to cuddle into his embrace when he joins you.

This is anything but.

You’ve left an album playing on that gem of a record player you found years ago—the one that had your face lighting up like he’d never seen before, beautiful and glowy and more than enough to have him falling for you. The kitchen lights are on, too, and there you are at the counter: perched in a stool, laptop open and glowing pale blueish light upon your sleeping features propped up in your hands.

Cute, he thinks with a warm grin blossoming on his face.

Peeling off his coat and toeing off his shoes, he takes a deep breath and runs his fingers through his hair as he begins unwinding for the rest of the night. He brings the music to a stop and tucks the record away back in its sleeve, and he turns the living room lights off, as well as the harsh overheads in the kitchen. He spots a few stray dishes from whatever dinner you had earlier and is a little irritated at the thought you had to cook for yourself—that’s his job—but he’s at least grateful you ate without him eyeing you to do so. He washes them by hand, wincing and turning over his shoulder to make sure he doesn’t startle you when the fork slips from his grasp and clangs about in the sink. Slowly, he closes your laptop and lifts it from the counter, handling it with care as he packs it into your bag and plugs it in so it’s ready for you by morning.

The lights are off and the apartment’s filled with little else other than muffled commotion of the city when he finally decides to take you to bed. Easing himself behind you, his hands brush ever so gently down your arms to your elbows, his chest coming to meet your back and shoulders as his chin settles into the crook of your neck. As if on instinct, your head nuzzles closer to his.

“Hey, baby,” he coos, and he presses a kiss to your cheek.

You groan softly and rub your face into your hands, and Carmen commits this moment to memory. Adorable.

“You want me to take you t’bed?”

“Mmmm…” you drawl, clearly too tired to think, or to speak, or to walk yourself to the bedroom. You rub your eyes a little more deliberately before he thinks you’ve come to. You whine a little and it makes his chest flutter when you say, “Hi, Carmy,” your hand reaching over your shoulder to tangle your fingers into his curls.

Carefully he sweeps your hair out of your face, and he cranes his neck to check up on you, smiling when he sees your sleepy pout and your eyes still closed. “Hey.” Another soft kiss to your jaw. “Whatchu doin’ in here so late, hm?” The tip of his nose nudges against your cheekbone. “You should be in bed.”

“…Wanted to see you when you got home…”

“Yeah?”

His heart is full and his head swirls with affection at your words—not that they’re new or unheard of, but that they’re constant. They’re not something you’ve ever denied him, instead being an affirmation: I want you here. And maybe it’s not so much the fact that you say those words but the fact that you always prove them. Working away into late night hours, drowsy and lethargic at the counter instead of cozying under the covers, leaning into his touch when he finally comes. You want him around, and that’s all he could ever ask for.

“Mhm. Was workin’ on a project ‘n got tired.”

He hums. “I can tell.”

The bridge of his nose caresses your cheek before you turn to face him, and for a moment the two of you let it linger that way, foreheads resting against one another as his hand comes to cup your cheek, and yours comes to circle around his forearm, like you want him tethered to you. His fingertips graze along your neck and it makes your eyes flutter shut, coaxed back into that sleepy haze that has his heart swelling at the thought of you being so comfortable with him. There’s a hint of guilt, though, in knowing you had to wait on him—that he can’t always be at home with you at normal hours, that you spend more time with him asleep than you do awake on most days, that he’s stuck between two worlds and one always seems to be winning.

And that guilt increases tenfold when you kiss him gently and murmur against his lips, voice groggy as much as it is yearning. “I miss you, Bear.”

His gut wrenches and brow furrows as he swallows it down. “I know, baby, I miss you too.” Another sweet lip lock has him itching for the weight of you in his arms and on his chest. “So much. But I’m here now, yeah?”

“I know…I just wish you were home a little more.” Your voice is small, like it hurts you to say it.

He picks up on it, how you say you wish he were home instead of wishing you could simply see him more. Because truthfully, you see each other as much as possible. In the mornings before he heads in for work; stopping by for family and having him stick by your side till he’s needed for service; brief lunch breaks where he runs home to make you something before heading back to the kitchen; late nights with moments before sleep—nights like this. But they’re not the same as being home all the time, he knows this. Those moments are clouded by the looming presence of his work, a clock limiting affection exchanged. They pale in comparison to a full day together.

He knows it’ll never be enough to fix it but he tells you anyway: “I’m sorry.” Eyes closed, he offers another kiss to your lips and it lingers. “ ‘M gonna figure somethin’ out, though, okay, baby?”

“You will?”

Nodding against you, a furrow in his brow at how sweet you sound, he assures you, “‘F course. I’ll…I’ll take more time off, hire new people…”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I do.”

“You don’t, it’s okay.”

“Stop that. You’re important to me.” I love you. “I’ll make it work.” More than I can wrap my head around.

You answer him sweetly, the way that lets him know you hear exactly what he’s left unsaid. “Okay.”

“Thank you.” He kisses you one, two, three more times with his hands cupping your jaw, feeling your exhaustion seeping through and slowly circling around the chair to stand at your side. “C’mon, you should get back to sleep.” He almost waits for you to stand and hold his hand before you’re already leaning—melting—into him again, head pressed into his chest as your hands loosely grab for his, fingers intertwined, and it has him swooning. “You need me to carry you?”

“No,” you grumble, “I’m jus’ really tired…”

He looks down and thinks he could get used to this, you being clingy with sleep, and he rubs a hand along your back. “Mhm?”

“Mm, ‘m sorry…jus’ gimme a second…” You begin sitting yourself up again with his arms as leverage before he interrupts you.

“Uh-uh, c’mon.” Grabbing your arms, he bends over and loops them around his neck as he waits for you to cozy into him. “I’ll take care ‘f you, okay?” He smooths his hands down your waist and over your hips to tenderly squeeze at your thighs, cupping his hands under your knees to urge your legs to wrap around his middle. “Alright,” he sighs, taking note of how you’re being lulled into your slumber again as he wraps one arm tight around your waist with the other supporting your thigh. “Up you go…”

He lifts you up and out of your chair, and your breath tickles his neck, and your body slumps against his just right as you exhale a soft groan. It dazes him, knowing he misses this so often. So often he sees you only after you’ve turned yourself in for the night that he’s nearly forgotten the in-between: that blissful grace period where you’re not quite fast asleep and not quite awake, when your kisses are long and drawn out with a wash of fatigue, when you hold onto him like he’s all you’ve got. Carrying you to the bedroom, he counts his blessings, and they’re bittersweet. Moments like these will forever be cherished yet he wishes they didn’t have to be.

The door opens with a creak and he’s careful not to let you go when he pulls back the covers. Wordlessly, he leans over again to lay you down, and there’s a bit of resistance at his neck before he lets go of your torso in exchange for unwinding the arms around him, pulling the blankets over your figure. Within seconds you’re cozying up again and turning to face his side of the bed, luring him to lean over you one more time to smooth back your hair and press his lips to your temple.

Quickly, then, while thinking of you, he strips and showers and gets himself ready for bed. A simple yet endearing routine: the shampoo you coaxed him over to, the body wash he buys because he’s convinced you snuggle closer into his chest when he uses it, towels fluffier than the shabby squares of fabric he used before he met you. It’s in the routine that he thinks of you like he does any other time of day, smiling to himself over all the little things you’ve brought into his life to take care of him—and in turn, to make him take better care of himself.

He’s never fully understood that about you, how you make him gentler, kinder. He just knows there’s a softness in his chest when you’re on his mind—which is practically all the time—that makes the good things good. Good days turn remarkable and the bad ones become a little less so. He remembers to eat better, to check in on himself when he’s stressed, to ask you for help, to be a better chef, a better boss, a better brother, and a better lover. He doesn’t know when or how it happened, but he knows you’ve changed him into a better person. He only hopes he can show how thankful he is for you—for showing him he’s deserving of something good.

Finding you again, he climbs into bed beside you, wrapping an arm around you and waiting. Waiting for that moment that comes like clockwork, when somehow, by some mechanism he doesn’t have a name for just yet, you creep a little closer, relax into his touch and tuck your head beneath his chin once you know he’s there. He’s lost count of how many times it’s happened and it never feels like anything but the first.

His chest swells, a tender smile grows, and his hands smooths along your back beneath your shirt as he kisses the top of your head. Slowly but surely he’s lulled into his own sleep just by feeling the slow beat of your heart close to his, content with the thought that by morning your bodies will be further intertwined and he’ll get to witness the in-between all over again: your soft hands running through his hair, his lips trailing from your neck to your jaw, laughter muffled into his chest when he pulls you on top of him.

Tomorrow seems like a good day for some time off—and maybe even the morning after that.

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writemekpop · 11 months ago

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Cold Feet | Mark Lee

Summary: With just one week to go, you call off the wedding. You’ve just realised that you know nothing about your fiancé.

Genre: Angst, established relationship AU

Word count: >1k

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

You stood outside Mark’s door, shivering. Icy rain was slamming down, drenching you, but you didn’t care. You just needed to see your boyfriend.

“Come on, open up!” you cried, banging on the door again.

The door swung open. Mark was standing there, in nothing but his grey pyjama bottoms, rubbing his eyes sleepily. His dark hair was splayed out in all directions.

“Y/n, whatchu doin’ out here? It’s three in the morning.” Mark said. He stood to the side, ushering you in. “Come inside, you’re soaked.”

You shook your head, ignoring his outstretched hand. “We’re getting married in a week!”

Mark smiled. “I know. Baby, wedding planning is all we’ve been doin’ for months.”

“No, you don’t get it. Mark, we’re supposed to be getting married, but… but… we can’t!”

Mark frowned. “Why not?”

“Because we don’t know anything about each other!” Tears slid down your cheeks, mixing with the rain.

“What are you talking about, Y/n? Of course we do,” he said softly.

“No we don’t. We’re making a huge mistake!”

“Please just come inside so we can talk about this properly.”

You followed Mark into his apartment. He handed you a towel and one of his spiderman T shirts.

“Put this on, you’re gonna catch a cold,” he said.

Your heart twinged at Mark’s kindness. You got changed out of your clothes and sat on Mark’s bed, wearing his T shirt that smelled just like him. You gulped.

Mark rubbed his neck. “Y/n, this is just pre-wedding jitters. Freaking out in the middle of the night ain’t helpin’ anyone. Can we just talk in the morning?”

“You’re not listening to me! Mark, we’ve been dating for a year, but we haven’t talked about anything important. I mean… where are we going to live once we get married? One of us is going to have to give up their apartment, but who?”

Mark stared at you in silence. You went on.

“We’ve never talked about whether we want kids, or if we’re gonna send them to private school or not. Whose family are we going to visit on the holidays? And what about money?”

Mark shook his head. “Y/n, I don’t care about all that stuff. All I know is that I love you, and that I wanna be with you for the rest of my life.”

Mark touched your arm gently, but you shook him off.

“All that stuff, Mark, is our entire life,” you spat. “Love isn’t enough.”

The temperature in the room fell to zero.

“Do you not love me?” Mark asked, voice small.

“I do, but Mark, what even is love? We don’t live together, we’ve never been on holiday together, heck, we’ve never even had sex!”

Mark gulped; eyes glued to the floor. “I thought you said you were okay with that…”

You sighed. “Mark, don’t you get it? We’re rushing into this lifelong commitment when we’ve barely thought it though. I should never have… said yes when you proposed.”

“Are you saying you don’t wanna marry me next week?”

You let out a shaky breath. “Not next week… but maybe someday?”

“I have never doubted us, Y/n.” Mark stood up, stuffed a pillow under his arm, and walked towards the door.

“Where are you going?”

“To sleep on the couch,” Mark said, rubbing his eyes.

“But this is your apartment…” you said.

Mark groaned. “Fine, you sleep on the couch! Actually, why don’t you go back to your own apartment!”

“Mark, I-“

“Why are you sabotaging our wedding like this, Y/n? You should have talked to me earlier, instead of waiting till the week before our wedding. You’re being so… selfish.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, tears beginning to fall again.

“Go home, Y/n. I can’t be with you right now.” Mark pushed you out of the bedroom and slammed the door shut. The lock clicked.

You looked around Mark’s living room. There were pictures of the two of you on every surface. You felt sick.

You sobbed the entire way home in the taxi. When you got inside your apartment, you flopped onto your bed, not even bothering to take off your shoes. You had just pushed a good man away. What had you done?

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The next morning you were awoken by a thumping on the door. You jolted out of bed, head throbbing from crying so much.

Could it be…? You tried not to let yourself hope as you ran to the door and pulled it open.

Yes! It was Mark, looking adorable and tired with his circle glasses and stubble.

“Mark, what are you doing here?”

“I think we should move into your apartment,” Mark said.

You raised your brows. “What?”

“Yours is bigger, so it just makes sense,” Mark said. “And I do want kids, but no more than three. I’d wanna send them to private school if we can afford it. Let’s go to your folks for the holidays, and for money? We can figure it out together.”

You sighed. “Oh, Marky.”

Mark took your hand in his and pressed a kiss to your palm. “I’m sorry for gettin’ mad last night, Y/n. Everything you said was totally reasonable. We… need to talk about this kinda stuff before rushing into anything.”

You sighed.

Mark looked at you, brown eyes glassy. “We can postpone the wedding if that’s what you want. We don’t even have to get married. But, please, I need you in my life.”

You pulled Mark into a tight hug, too overwhelmed to speak. You breathed in his familiar peach shampoo smell, and basked in the warmth of his body.

“How was I lucky enough to find you?” you whispered; face buried in his neck. “I must have done something amazing in a past life. Saved a bunch of orphans from a burning building or something.”

Mark snorted.

You were beaming as you pulled him into your apartment, shutting the door behind you.

“I want to kiss my man, but I don’t wanna give the neighbours a show,” you said, smirking.

Mark just smiled, and leaned in to kiss you. His lips were eager, and his hands roamed your hips. You could feel his tongue against yours, sending shivers down your spine. You pushed your hands into his hair and kissed him back, hard.

When you pulled away, you were both panting.

Mark leant his forehead against yours. His eyes were closed.

“There was one more thing I wanted to talk about… about what you said last night,” Mark whispered.

“What is it?”

“The fact that we’ve never… you know…” Mark bit his lip.

You pulled away to look your boyfriend in the eye. You cupped his cheek. “Baby, I’m fine with that. You said you wanted to wait till marriage, and… I respect that.”

Mark’s fingers were toying with the hem of your blouse. “Are you sure you’re going to be able to resist me for that long?” His pink lips were pushed out in a smirk.

You giggled, wrapping your hands around his broad shoulders. “It’s true, you are irresistible. It’s going to be torture.”

You dragged out the last word, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to Mark’s neck. He shuddered with pleasure.

“It’ll be worth the wait,” Mark said, his eyes slipping shut.

“Don’t I know it.”

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Double The Flavor

✧ warnings: smut, language, 18+

✧ pairing: jimmy uso & jey uso x female reader

✧ word count: 9,827

this is the final chapter of this twin series! you can catch up & read part 1 Seeing Double + part 2 Double Trouble <3 I hope y'all enjoy!

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“I-I was just getting more drinks,” you casually responded, covering for the both of you as you grabbed the beer bottles off the counter.

“Nah Y/N, I know you not doin’ nothin’. He clearly is,” he nudged his head over to Jey who was pacing before he stopped and kissed his teeth in response.

“Man whatchu’ mean? What am I tryna’ do?” Jey snapped back.

“It’s her birthday and you over here stealing her away from everyb-“

“I just came in here Uce. I wanted to wish her a happy birthday,” he swayed his hand over to you.

“It takes you ten minutes to wish someone a happy birthday? You not foolin’ nobody,” Jimmy sarcastically chuckled.

“It’s been like thirty fuckin’ seconds. Did you even wish her a happy birthday? Nah, you too busy bitching about not gettin’ any attention.” You took a long inhale as their back-and-forth bickering, the multiple bottles freezing our hands, and your fucking heels were irritating you more than ever.

“Of course I was gon’ wish her a happy birthday, that’s why I came lookin’ for you,” his tone softened as he turned his attention to you and you couldn’t help but soften your face.

“Yeah right,” Jey mumbled under his breath.

“Can we talk for a lil’?” Jimmy quietly asked as he stepped closer, only wanting you to hear his question.

“Yeah,” you softly responded with a smile. Jey kissed his teeth again in annoyance and walked over to you.

“I’ll take these for you bab-” he caught himself slipping your nickname before he quickly backtracked.

“Back. I’ll take these back for you,” he gazed into your eyes with his loving brown ones before you smiled and thanked him. He didn’t leave without giving his brother a glare as he walked out of the kitchen and back to the party.

“I don’t want any drama, please. It’s my birthday,” you softly expressed with a sigh.

“I know I know. I’m sorry, for real,” he placed his big, comforting hands on your bare shoulders before they trailed down to your arms and hands to enlace his fingers with yours.

“I gotchu’ something,” he confessed with a little grin.

“Awww, you didn’t have to,” you whispered feeling your cheeks flush.

“But I did…now open it,” he grinned handing you a tiny wrapped-up box with a pink bow on top. You giggled at the bow as he leaned on the counter watching you unwrap and open the gift.

“Oh my god, Jimmy…” you covered your mouth in awe at the shiny diamond graduated tennis necklace.

“How much was this?!” your jaw dropped as you carefully grabbing it out of the box.

“That don’t matter, anything is worth it if it’s for you,” he replied taking it out of your hands. “Let me help you put it on,” he whispered, nudging his head to your already worn necklace for the night. You reached to the back of your neck to unclip the one you already had on as you felt his body press up against yours. You grabbed your hair to hold it up as his fingers grazed your collarbone and neck, sending shivers down your spine as he clipped it for you. You pulled out your phone to see it through the camera and smiled like a geek at how gorgeous it was.

“You like it?” he whispered in your ear, kissing your neck as his hands slithered around your waist. Watching him love up on you through the screen made you weak in the knees.

“Yeah…I love it,” you breathed out.

“This dress is doin’ somethin’ to me…” he growled as he ran his right hand over your ass before groping it.

“Jimmy,” you giggled, grabbing his wrist to turn around before he grabbed you by the nape of your neck to kiss you. You couldn’t help but moan in his mouth as his fingers fell to the bottom of your dress as they delicately caressed your skin. They teasingly inched closer up your inner thigh, his fingertip brushing over your damp panties. He licked his lips as he looked back and forth between your panties and your face, the goofiest smile on his face indicating that you wanted it just as much as he did.

“Stop,” you laughed, playfully nudging him in the chest as you swiped your hands over your dress to recollect yourself.

“Fine…” he sighed, playfully rolling his eyes before he pulled you in again by the hips. “For real though…happy birthday,” he softly expressed against your glossy lips, your eyes lowly watching his soft, pink ones as he spoke.

“Thank you…” you pecked him, yearning for more of his juicy lips. “I love the necklace. Now let’s go back,” you kissed him one final time before heading back out to the party.

✧✧✧

“Oh shit sorry!” you quickly apologized before Jimmy started snickering like the goof he is at your reaction.

“Jimmy!” you nudged him in the chest, giggling a little yourself at the way you two just crashed into one another in the hallway. “What’re you doing up here?” you asked.

“I was lookin’ for the bathroom,” he whispered with a playful attitude, pulling you in by the hips to give you a quick peck.

“You know where the bathroom is,” you furrowed your brows, grinning at the way he cradled your face in his big, comforting hands.

“Man, I’m a little drunk I forgot. There’s too many doors up here,” he remarked in his playful pitched voice, kissing you again making your cheeks flush at his addictive touch.

“It’s over here come on,” you giggled at the way he kept his hands around you as you led him down the long hallway.

“It’s right here, are you feeling okay?” you pushed open the door and turned on the light, stepping away to go back downstairs before he picked you up in his arms making you yelp with laughter.

“What’re you doing?!” you laughed as he shut the door behind him, placing you on the bathroom counter.

“Whatchu’ mean?” he growled, pulling you in by your thighs to close the space between you, your arms flying around his neck as he pressed his lips on yours, his low moan from the kiss making you pull on his chain.

“You weren’t looking for the bathroom, liar,” you mumbled, your head rotating from left to right as he didn’t stop his tongue from tussling with yours.

“Who’s a liar?” he teased, groping your left breast as he dragged his tongue up your neck, audibly sucking on your sweet spot, making your head fall back onto the mirror.

“Watch your attitude Jim Uso…it’s my birthday,” you gasped as he slurped his tongue over your neck, sucking you like he wanted to mark you up.

“Yeah, I know…” he panted, retrieving his mouth from your neck to brush them over your own lips. “Let me give you a lil’ present baby…” he whispered, his left hand slowly yet smoothly running from your right ankle up to your thigh, his fingers tauntingly tapping at your clothed pussy.

“A present?” you whispered back, biting your bottom lip with a longed moan, your eyes never leaving his as he added some more pressure over your panties, his thumb giving your clit a little attention.

“Lemme make the birthday girl cum all on my tongue…” he growled as his eyes dropped to your parted lips, licking his own as he traced his fingers down your panties, pushing them to the side as he opened your slick folds to feel your drenched mess.

“Fuck…” you whined as he continued to flatly drag his two fingers between your soaking folds.

“I gotchu’ baby,” he sexily nodded, pulling you a little further down the counter as he folded you like a pretzel, bending your knees towards your face as he held you in place by the back of your thighs. He lifted your dress to your hips, abruptly feeling his fangs nip your lower back as he pulled on your panties with his teeth, watching him drag it down your legs as he held your ankles in his hands. He kept your baby blue laced panties in between his teeth as he leaned in, dipping his fingers back into your drenched folds as a moan escaped you again.

Talk about fucking deja vu.

“Whose pussy is this?” he mumbled with your panties still between his teeth, continuing to rub his long fingers along your wetness before you loudly gasped as he slipped in his middle finger. You instantly clenched around it as he laced his free hand with yours against the mirror.

“Whose is it?” he gritted again, curling his finger inside you with slow and steady pumps as he hit your g spot.

“Y-Yours baby…” you moaned as you pulled your panties out his mouth to satisfy your yearning oral fixation. You both moaned against each other’s tongues as he sloshed his long finger in and out…in and out…in and out…

“Mm. Mm. Not yet…” he slowly pulled his finger back out once you pulsated around his it, knowing you were close to soaking his digit.

He left soft, warm, sloppy kisses down your thigh as he spread open your legs wider, your grip on the back of your knees tightening as he looked into your eyes, continuing to teasingly twirl his tongue on your skin, covering and coating your inner thighs with his saliva.

His piercing, adoring, deep brown eyes stared into your needy ones as he used both of his thumbs to open your folds, chuckling at your sudden twitch from your impatience.

“Jimmy…” your whine turned into a hushed gasp as he flattened his long, warm tongue along your entrance, his eyes never leaving yours as he torturously yet slowly flicked his tongue up to your clit.

“Hm?” he hummed, twirling his tongue around your sensitive clit as he enclosed his lip around your entire bean, sucking it like it was his favorite lollipop. His tongue returned along your entrance, steadily lapping the inside of your folds as his hands ran up and down your thighs.

“Fuuuuuuk,” you moaned as he continuously lapped, sucked, and twirled his tongue up and down your entrance and back up to your clit.

“Like that huh?” he asked, licking his lips as he folded you further, your pussy up in the air as he let a long, thick string of his spit fall inside your lower lips. He leaned further down to spit again, this time more forcefully as you felt his saliva shoot on your hole. You watched him flatten his tongue again, this time scooping up his spit with the curled tip of his tongue. Your legs shook as he spit again, his tongue diving in deeper to spread it around as he buried his face inside of you, watching your moans heighten in pitch.

“Shiiiiiit…” you moaned in a high pitch, clutching your legs around his head as he audibly and hungrily suckled your folds. “I’m gonna cum baby…” you gasped as he spat inside you again, loudly slurping it up making him groan. He spanked the side of your thigh, gripping it tightly as he deeply buried his face between your thighs, watching your head practically roll back on the mirror from pleasure. Your legs shook around his head as he gripped your thighs harder, spit a little harder as it dripped down between your ass cheeks before he licked it all the way back up to your entrance. He motorboated your soaking folds and hurriedly massaged your clit as your back arched, moans escalated and juices spurt all in his mouth. Your pants grew slower as he continued to lick up every drop of your pouring nectar. He chuckled as he watched you stay in your crouched position against the mirror, pulling you by your arms to sit back up.

“Happy birthday,” he deeply professed, sweetly pecking you before he slithered his creamy coated tongue in your mouth, giving you a taste of your juices.

“Thank you…” you breathlessly giggled as he picked you up in his arms, your legs wrapped around his torso as you made out for another minute, or ten until you decided to get back to the party.

✧✧✧

You plopped down on your pink faux fur-covered bar stool in front of your vanity, taking a big chug of your water bottle. You were craving that nice cold water like you were deprived from it for so long after a long night of strictly alcoholic drinks. You froze looking around to remember what you wanted to do, giggling at the realization, and grabbed your blush & brush to pat some more on your cheeks. Two subtle knocks at your door made you turn your head to find Jey peeking his head inside.

“Bae, can I come in?” he whispered.

“You’re already in so yes,” you giggled, feeling excitement rush through your drunk tingly body at his presence.

“Whatchu’ doin up here?” he asked, smoothing his hands down your shoulders as he gazed through your eyes in the brightly lit mirror.

“I wanted to touch up my makeup…” you quietly responded, easily lost in his eyes as your fingers lazily caressed his tatted arms that wrapped around your chest.

“Mm. Mm. You don’t need none of that…” he mumbled, pressing his soft lips on the side of your neck, his tongue slipping out to twirl juicy circles around your skin.

“Yeah? What do I need then?” you purred, a horny sigh falling from your lips as his grillz sunk into your skin.

“You need this two-time tag champ to soak this pretty pussy…” he growled in your ear, his hands slithering around your waist and down your thighs, gripping them as he slowly spread them apart. You let out a shaky breath, watching him lick his lips in the mirror as he caught your eyes through the mirror hearing your giggle.

“Why you laughin’?” he asked, playfully offended as he lightly poked your side making you jerk in his arms.

“Two-time tag champ huh?” you asked, turning your head to the left so your faces were inches away.

“Hell yeah, you wanna see ‘em?” he raised his brows with the biggest grin on his face. You nodded with another laugh as he got up to fetch them from wherever he left them in your house. The music blared through the space as the door was left half open. You stood up and hummed to the lyrics of Disturbia, Rihanna always knew how to get your body moving like you were the baddest in the room. You heard a deep voice clear its throat, making you turn your head at the handsome sight in front of you. Jey walked in with his sexy smirk, his big hands gripping the two titles as they hung over his shoulders. You pressed your lips together trying to hide your flushed and aroused face as he kicked the door shut behind him, stepping in your proximity as he towered over you, making you lean back on the vanity dresser.

“You like what you see huh?” he teased as your eyes fell up and down his tall figure.

“Mhm…” you practically moaned, pulling him in by his shirt to press your lips on his. Your tongue swirled in his mouth, yearning for him to reciprocate as he sucked on it.

“Turn around baby…” he mumbled against your plump lips as you complied. “Red or blue?” he purred in your ear as his right hand gripped your hip, sliding it around your waist.

“What?” you chuckled as his grillz grazed your earlobe. You gasped as he loudly spanked you, pushing you further so your hands laid flat on the vanity, feeling his poking bulge on your backside.

“I said red or blue?” he growled again, grabbing the hair laid on the left side of your shoulder to push it around the other side, making space to lick and enclose his lips around your neck.

“Blue…main event jey uso…” you whispered his name referring to his blue-themed merch and gear he wore every Monday night. You heard the sound of velcro ripping as you watched him secure his blue tag title belt around your waist. You ran your fingers over the plates before he grabbed your right hand to twirl you around.

“Mmmhmmm…” he lowly moaned as he licked his lips, stepping back to fully take you in with the title making you giggle.

“Like what you see?” you softly cooed, laying back your palms on the dresser as you teasingly dragged your left heel up against your right leg.

“Hell yeah…” he growled, closing the space between you two as he hurriedly grabbed the nape of your neck to weave your lips together. The audible smacks of your hungry lips colliding with the slops and slurps of your tongues filled the silent space in your bedroom as the faint music continued downstairs. He abruptly scooped you up on the vanity as pallets and compacts fell to the floor, your kiss never breaking as it almost became a race to see who could suck each other’s

faces faster. He pulled you in by your right leg, the warmth between your thighs met with his bare stomach as you started pulling up his shirt. He helped you quicken the process as he used one arm to slide his shirt over his head, revealing his tanned and tattooed body as you ran both your hands down to his belt. You jumped off the vanity, placing your tiny hands around his waist as you started moving him back.

“Whatchu’ doin’…” he softly breathed out, his eyes still hyper-fixated on your smudgy lips before you pushed him back on your bed with a smirk. You sat on his lap, feeling his hard-on as you whipped your hair back to lean in for another sloppy kiss. You sat back up, wiping the glossy corners of your mouth with your thumb as he tried to pull you towards him again by the title. You slightly lifted your dress above your ass, his hands naturally rubbing up on your ass cheeks as he forcefully squeezed them. You started rocking your hips back and forth, feeling his bulge grow by the second as he watched you in awe.

“What if I just…” your grind against his hard dick poking through his jeans slowed down, your panties getting wetter by the second. “…rode you like this…and bounced on this dick…with this title around my waist?” you softly asked, your eyes never leaving his as he let out a desperate grunt, pulling your wrist towards him so he could grab your throat.

“Whatchu’ waitin for then?” he growled, bucking his hips, allowing you to fall further on his chest as he spanked your right cheek making your giggle turn into a moan.

“Y/N we have t- oh my god!” you quickly got off his lap before you saw a tiny peek of Jasmine’s face before she shut the door.

“Y’all are nasty at least lock the damn door!” she hissed from the other side making you cover your mouth in giggles. Your legs were still sprawled on his lap as he ran his fingers up and down your skin, making you quiver.

“Whatchu’ wan-” Jey started to snap back before you covered his mouth, but he took that opportunity to playfully bite your palm.

“What’s up girl?” you yelled out, trying to hold your yelps as Jey snatched you back on his lap, leaving little sucks down your neck and breasts.

“I wanted to make a toast for you! Girl I even brought out the cake y’all can fuck later!” she quietly yet loudly vocalized.

“Okay I’ll b-be out in a minute I swear…” you breathed out the last syllable as Jey ran his fingers up and down your damp panties, allowing you to naturally grind over them.

“Fuck…” you moaned, suddenly feeling a rush of warmth and tingles spark through your body. You had to ride this out because you were already too deep into this upcoming orgasm ready to bolt through your body just from his fingers. You held his face in your hands, your panting growing as he held a gentle grip on your throat, his other long fingers slipping inside your panties.

“Lemme help you bae…” he whispered. Your eyes fluttered shut, a hushed moan slipping from your mouth as he slipped his long middle finger inside your dripping hole, steadily and slowly pushing it in and out as you clenched around it. He pulled you in by the throat until your forehead was pressed against his.

“I’m gonna cum…shit…” you whined in a high-pitched whisper as he slowly slipped it out, this time sticking that middle finger & forefinger into his mouth as he sucked, letting a string of spit follow them as he brought them to your lips. You stared into his eyes with another moan as your tongue slid down those same sloppy digits, adding extra saliva-stained moisture. He purposefully wiped some across your lips before he brought them back down to the heated space between your open thighs, slipping those wet fingers back into your needy hole. You gasped a little louder, grinding against them a little harder, and gripping the ends of his hair a little tighter as you felt a rush of swarming nerves down your spine. He pumped faster, the soundable sloshes of his fingers driving in and out of your drenched pussy filling the room as he nodded his head, licked his lips, and groaned watching you fuck his dedicated fingers.

“Like that baby? You gon’ cum for me?” he hurriedly whispered as he curled his fingers up to hit your g spot with each stroke as you pulled his head in with force, his lips falling onto your peeking breasts as he swirled his tongue over them. Your grind was needier, faster, hungrier…you knew what you needed to make that explosion inside your body erupt so you grabbed his bearded jaw and bit his lip to allow space for you to roam the inside of his mouth with your tongue. His tongue swiped back as he loudly spanked and groped your right ass cheek making that explosion finally burst in your body.

“Fuuuuuuuuck,” you loudly cried, feeling your juices drench his fingers and knuckles as he slowed down his pumps, using your ass for leverage to help you slow your grind.

“Mmhmm…” he moaned against your neck, leaving another sloppy kiss before he retracted his fingers and immediately sucked off your nectar like it was the snack he’s been deprived of.

“I’m gon’ make yo fine ass cum all night,” he emphasized the last word as he dropped his palm back down to your sensitive lower lips to scoop up the rest of your nectar. You bit your bottom lip watching him pull out his finger that was licked clean as he swallowed your milky release.

“You taste even better on yo birthday,” he softly expressed, slipping his fingers in your mouth to get some aftertaste. You purposely sucked it as if it was his dick, moaning as you rubbed on his big bulge.

“Stop playin’ because I’m gonna keep your ass up in this room all night and not give a fuck,” he joked, slapping your ass again as you giggled.

“Oh fuck…your pants,” you sighed with a shyly embarrassed smile, looking down at the wet stains on his black jeans.

“It’s okay, every man got his moments,” he kissed his teeth as he jokingly shrugged his shoulders.

“Oh wait, you left some jeans here. I washed them a couple of days ago,” you quickly got off his lap to look for them in your closet.

“You washed ‘em for me?” he smirked, pecking your lips before he started taking off his belt & unzipping his pants.

“Of course I did?” you drunkenly responded, peeping down at his stained boxers. “That…wasn’t me though,” you pointed at the pre cum seeping through the fabric as he chuckled.

“It was you though. You do this to me,” he playfully gritted through his teeth before he abruptly picked you up in your arms and pinned you against the door to spoil you more with his savory and needy kisses. Suddenly you almost got knocked out of his arms as the door pushed open. Jey helped you stand as Jasmine peeked through the door again.

“Y’all still fucking around?!” she covered her eyes.

“No! We’re done,” you wiped your mouth, fixed your dress and walked over to pull her hands down.

“For now,” he mumbled with a fake cough, his belt clinging in his hands as he buckled his new pants.

“I’m sorry I know it’s your birthday but I memorized a long speech and girl if I take one more shot it’s gonna fly out my brain,” she hurriedly whispered grabbing your wrist. You looked back at Jey to see him annoyingly shaking his head at her, making you giggle.

“C’mon,” he whispered, slapping you on the ass as he shut your door and followed you both down the stairs.

“Hey everyone!” she yelled as she sat you down in the chair at the front of the room. Your social anxiety rushed from head to toe as you drunkenly forgot how many damn people were actually here, staring at you while you tried not to burst into laughter at their sudden focus knowing that when Jasmine yells, you better pay attention. Your drunk, wandering eyes landed on Jimmy at the far left. But his eyes weren’t on you.

They were focused on his twin brother who was standing across the room. His brows were furrowed, a look of disgust on his face, looking him up and down almost like he was inspecting every little thing about his outfit. His outfit. Oh shit. The Jeans. They’re different. He looked back at you and down to your legs that were clutched together as you sat on your hands, a memory suddenly popping into your brain.

“Why you sittin’ like that?” Jimmy chuckled, his hand running up and down your bare thigh, teasingly pulling at the hem of your dress.

“Because you just…” you whisperingly stammered, your eyes widened at him referring to the unintentional orgasm you just had from him fingering you under the dinner table.

“Whatchu’ whisperin for? They all in the kitchen…” he leaned into your ear, poking his fingers between your clutched thighs to force them back open. And you willingly let him.

“Jimmy,” you whined checking to see if the family would walk back into the dining room.

“Stop sittin’ on your hands,” he kissed his teeth as he pulled on your wrist. “I love these hands don’t be doin’ that,” his deep voice making you tremble.

“Stop I’m embarrassed. I got invited over for dinner. I’m supposed to be acting all classy but I’m over here being a whore,” you sighed before he kissed his teeth at your word choice.

“Man, what? Don’t be callin’ yourself that,” he scooted his chair closer to you, putting his arm around your shoulder as he kissed your cheek. “Look at me,” he lowly expressed as you worriedly watched the door. You couldn’t hide your smile as cradled the side of your face, grinning against your lips.

“What?” you giggled as he scooped your legs onto his lap, pulling you into his chest.

“Keep closin’ these legs acting like I won’t spread them open and make you cum again…” he mumbled as he left kisses down your neck, your legs naturally opening up again as his fingers returned to your drenched mess in between.

That memory looked like it transferred into his brain because he suddenly looked back and forth between the two of you again, almost vindictively chuckling as he took a sip of his drink. You anxiously cleared your throat as Jasmine started addressing the crowd.

“We all know it’s this bad bitch’s birthday today,” she shook your shoulders to hype you up and pecked you on the cheek, making them flush as everyone cheered.

“The second you walked into my third-grade class, I knew you were gonna be a pain in the ass. You still are,” she trailed off making everyone laugh as you shook your head with embarrassment.

“But! You were only a pain in the ass because you were so much like me. After so many projects together I realized that you were someone I wanted to keep in my life. I’m so grateful I did because these twenty years with you have been the best years of my life. From trick or treating, to prom, to fighting over the cutest boys in school, to getting so drunk at 3 am that we cried our eyes out, and to celebrating your 30th today. You’re the smartest, funniest, kindest, and most gorgeous woman I know and I love you!!!” she screamed as claps and cheers filled the room, everyone raising their glass in the air. You stood up to face her, both of your eyes glossy as you cheered your wine glasses and gave her a big embrace.

“I love you bestie,” you laughed lightly tapping the tears on her face to avoid ruining her makeup.

“Hey, hey I wanna make a lil’ toast now!” your head turned to Jimmy raising his glass in the air to catch everyone’s attention again. “If that’s okay?” he whispered yet shouted at you across the room making you nervously giggle. You nodded back at him with an inviting smile, sitting back down in your chair intrigued by what he had to say.

“This ain’t gonna top Jaz’s toast but I just wanted to let everyone know that…this woman right over here,” he pointed at you, stumbling a little in his steps as he shook his head at you, almost in awe of the view. You felt your pulse quicken from his captivating, loving eyes staring right at you. “This woman is one of the best friends I’ve ever had. She stuck with me when I was at my lowest. At my highest. If there’s one thing Y/N is always gon’ do it’s stick with you through it all because she’s loyal…” he emphasized the last word as he glared at Jey. You felt your breath hitch in your throat and your eyes rapidly peered at the both of them, Jey scrunching his face in confusion and annoyance at his twin.

“…she loyal. She beautiful. And I love you,” Jimmy softly confessed, staring into your eyes as he said those last three words, raising his glass as everyone loudly cheered their glasses as well. You felt your heart pounding. No one thought anything of it because again, the twins have always told you they loved you. But the way he said it. The way he looked deep inside your soul as he said it. He meant it.

“I love you,” he mouthed to you again over the voices conversing and you slightly tilted your head to the right, a shy smile forming on your lips as you felt extremely appreciated.

“Aye! Aye hol’ up if we makin’ toasts let me get in and say somethin’ real quick!” Jey called out making everyone quiet back down.

“Girl what the hell did I start…” Jasmine whispered in your ear as you shakily sighed knowing this most likely wasn’t gonna end well.

“Y/N…” he softly vocalized, extending his hand out for you to walk over and grab. Your breathing quickened as your lips parted in slight shock that he was putting you on the spot like this. You quickly tried to peer over at Jimmy who was clearly pissed off, face scrunched up, brows furrowed, watching intently. You walked over and held his hand, giggling as he spun you around in front of everyone.

“Y’all see her right here? This a woman that you need in your life. A woman who’s gonna be there for you, care for you, and comfort you always. When you’re around Y/N…” he trailed off pulling you to his side as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, his lips inches away as looked into your eyes. He paused, licking his lips as he admired you. You felt your cheeks heat up and smoothly rubbed his lower back as your arm wrapped around it.

“…you always gon’ laugh. You always gon’ be smiling and havin’ a good time…” Suddenly a deep laugh interrupted his speech as you, Jey, and everyone else looked to see where it came from.

And to no surprise.

It was from Jimmy.

“Whatchu’ laughing at?” Jey snapped, taking his arm off of you. The loss of contact made you snap back to reality, making you wipe a tear from your cheek that fell from the sweet words Jey was soothing you with.

“That toast sounded like a bunch of bullshit,” he chuckled, taking a sip of his glass. Jey kissed his teeth as everyone stared at the two bickering in front of them. You furrowed your brows and tried to get Jimmy to meet your offended eyes but he wouldn’t.

“Uce calm down man…” Solo mumbled as he grabbed Jimmy’s arm before he snatched it away from his grip.

“Nah nah, he always gotta be the center of attention. He don’t like that I said a lil’ speech for Y/N because he’s jealous,” he professed as he pointed at Jey. Everyone oohed and lowly gasped at his words and you slightly punched Jasmine’s arm as she calmly and comfortingly rubbed your back.

“They can’t be serious…” you mumbled under your breath, widening your eyes at Jasmine, her jaw dropping.

“Nah you wanna know what he really mad at? He mad that me and Cody over here…” he turned around to wrap his arm around Cody’s shoulders as he picked up his titles laid across the table behind him. “…won this shit right here and he lost like he always do.”

Cody kept his titles down to mumble something in Jey’s ear, possibly trying to advise him to calm down.

“Why you bringin’ that up?” Solo hissed, feeling offended.

“Because he wanted to act like a little bitch,” Jey snapped again, walking towards Jimmy who spread his arms wide open, inviting him to take a shot.

“Whatchu’ gon do? I’ll knock your ass out again,” he laughed.

You got deja vu from Solo’s party as everyone started crowding them again to separate them before you got extremely pissed off and had enough.

“Hey!” you yelled.

You pulled on Jimmy’s wrist then Jey’s as you dragged them to the staircase, hearing Jasmine in the background get everybody back in the mood as she turned the music back up.

“Whatchu’ doin’?” Jimmy asked in a hushed tone.

“Go upstairs,” you sternly looked at Jey who tried to speak up before you cut him off.

“You heard her,” Jimmy shot before you glared at him.

“You too,” you squinted, baffled at his attitude. You pushed him up the stairs in pursuit of his brother. You took a deep breath and followed them up and forced them to get inside your room.

“What the fuck is wrong with you guys?!” you hissed once you shut the door.

“Whatchu’ mean-“

“Shut up. Sit down!” you lightly pushed Jimmy’s arm to get to the bed.

“Okay! Damn,” he replied in a high-pitched tone, obeying your demand.

“Y/N, we good let’s just go back down-”

“No. You sit too,” you glared at Jey and his face softened as guilt took over his expression realizing you were genuinely pissed at the both of them. He walked over and sat beside Jimmy at the edge of the bed.

“It’s my birthday. It’s literally my birthday and you’re both out here arguing like little ass kids in front of everybody! Like what the fuck?!” you yelled in frustration as they both refused to meet your eyes.

“Baby, what I do? Jaz made a toast. Then I wanted to make a toast too. Jey’s the one that always makes it about him.”

“Man shut up. Talkin’ about baby. Talkin’ ‘bout I love you,” Jey mocked him from earlier. Jimmy kissed his teeth at his remarks.

“See Y/N? This exactly what I been sayin’. He’s jealous! Jealous like a motherfucker! And I do love her. Do you?”

“Yeah, I fuckin’ do. I’d do anything for her.”

You could feel your heart thumping out of your chest as your eyes eagerly switched from one twin to the next.

“I just wanted one night. One fucking night where everyone can drink, have fun, get together for a little party and you couldn’t do that for me?” you vocalized again, feeling tears sting your eyes. The crack in your voice made them both simultaneously look up from the ground and meet your gaze.

“I don’t wanna do this shit with either of you if it’s just ruining your relationship! I’m not important. At all. I’m just a girl. You’re fucking hot shot wrestlers, you can get any girls you want! Ones that won’t cause issues!”

“Y/N…” Jey spoke up before you cut him off.

“No. I’m being serious. It was wrong to let things go too far in the first place. With both of you. Like fuck. I feel like a whore! Two brothers? Twins? That’s fucking crazy!” you sarcastically laughed, clearly word vomiting from the alcohol swirling in your system.

“Y/N don’t be calling yourself that shit,” Jimmy quickly replied.

“Like what the fuck are we doing? I don’t like the arguing. I hate it. I hate seeing you guys like this all because of me. I don’t wanna get in between you guys and the bond you have-”

“Maybe you should get between us,” Jimmy interrupted with a deep, semi-audible voice as he looked up at you, enlacing his fingers together between his spread open legs. You furrowed your brows, confused at his statement.

“What?” you asked for clarification, thinking you were just too tipsy to hear what he said.

“I said maybe you should…get between us,” he turned his head towards Jey, looking at him as if he was sending some time of twin telepathic message you couldn’t fucking comprehend. Jey shyly smirked at the floor, lightly chuckling.

“Yeah…you know what maybe you right uce,” he chimed in, gazing up at you with that same smirk.

“What the fuck are you guys talking about?” you spat thinking this was some kind of sick joke they were playing on you. You looked at Jimmy who slowly got up from the bed, sighing, walking over to tilt your chin up with his right hand. He caught you off guard as he kissed you, your eyes staying open for a second before they naturally closed at the comfort of his lips.

“We hear you…” he murmured as he snuck his way behind you making you turn around to watch what he was doing before he turned your jaw back to his brother still sitting on the bed. Your eyes locked with Jey’s as he caressed the top of your hands with his thumbs, feeling your nerves as he tried to calm you down. Suddenly you felt Jimmy’s chilling breath on your neck as he left a tiny, sloppy kiss, feeling his saliva on your skin making you shut your eyes.

“You tired of the fighting…we tired of the fighting…so let’s stop fighting…” he thrillingly whispered in your ear in between kisses as Jey ran his big, warm hands up your bare thighs tugging at the bottom of your dress.

“Stop stressin’…and just relax…” he slowly slid his tongue up your neck and around your earlobe as he bit it making you shiver from his touch. You felt like you were fucking dreaming. Like you were being hypnotized. You couldn’t move. The only thing moving was the drips oozing out of your aching pussy.

“W-What?” you stuttered before a satisfied, horny sigh fell from your mouth as you felt Jimmy’s bulge poking your lower back, his fingers tracing the inside of your dress, tantalizingly grazing your ass.

“Don’t choose. You can just have both…” Jey caught your attention as you opened your eyes to meet his, his fingers tugging on the hem of your panties as his other two middle fingers gently rubbed up and down your increasingly soaked mess.

“This is crazy…” you whispered, your eyes wandering from Jey’s left eye to his right, searching for his response to see if it would be the same but he hooked his finger inside your panties to pull you closer so your stomach was pressed up on his chest. He shook his head, his lips frowning as he gave you an “It’s not crazy” look. He scooted back on the bed until he was laid up against the headboard, unbuckling his pants.

“Come here bae,” he extended his hand for you to get up on the bed to grab but you felt like your feet were stuck on the floor. Your eyes tentatively watched Jey’s bracelet move along his wrist as it held one end of his belt, his long, thick, tanned fingers unbuckling as the sound rang in your ears. Your mind swirling like Jimmy’s tongue on your skin, his hands lifting your dress above your ass as he spanked you, feeling your breath catch in your throat reminding you that you were breathing.

“Get up on the bed…we gotchu’ baby…” he whispered again, his lips caressing your ear as he gave a boost, his right hand pushing down your back as you bent over the bed. You naturally crawled over to Jey, a sense of comfort relaxing your nerves as he pulled you closer once you grabbed his hand. He got up on his knees, his pants still half undone as he brought you up to his height, softly caressing your chin as he brought his comforting, warm, wet lips to yours. He cradled your face in his hands, your own hands holding his wrists in place. It was almost as if he was reminding you to let loose, relax, and let your body unravel as your tongue swirled with his, a small moan transferring to his mouth as you felt that similar arousal and passion ignite with the both of them. Your tongues continued to weave together as his hands dropped back down to whip off his belt altogether, blindly throwing it as it clanged on the floor. You helped him take off his pants and boxers as his long, thick, enticing brown dick sprung out. You bit your lip, your mouth watering at the familiar, sexy view as he smirked at your reaction. He laid back up against the headboard again, spreading his burly thighs apart as he slowly stroked himself as he kept eye contact. You felt Jimmy’s hand push down on your back as you were face to face with Jey’s dick.

“Mmmm…” you shudderingly moaned as you watched his long, tanned fingers stroke up and down…up and down…up and down…

Jimmy’s fingers hooked under the side hips of your panties, sliding them off of you as you lifted each knee to help him. His soft palms softly rounded your ass cheeks, taking his time as they rubbed up and down the back of your thighs, hungrily humming beneath your folds as you felt his cold breath overrule the heat.

“You already soaking baby?” Jimmy asked with a deep chuckle, his two middle fingers vertically sliding between your drenched folds as your mouth parted open with a desperate moan. Jey took that opportunity to tilt the head of his dick towards your lips, swiping his pre cum across like lip gloss as you licked it all with the peeking tip of your tongue.

“Fuck…” you moaned again as Jimmy’s vertical strokes along your entrance sped up, the tips of his fingers rubbing up on your clit every time they crept up in that direction. You stuck out your tongue as you kept your adoring eyes on Jey, slowly flattening it on his veiny shaft as you came up to the tip, swirling your tongue all around his head still sept with pre cum. You moaned with him as he held the back of your neck, his hand caressing your hair as you enclosed your lips around his smooth and soft tip, making out with it as Jimmy’s tongue flattened along your entrance.

“Yeah…just like that baby. That’s my girl…” Jey mumbled with a low grunt as you slowly engulfed half of his length down your throat, another moan escaping you as you vibrated around his dick, Jimmy’s tongue gliding up, down, and around your entrance with a speedier pace. You matched your pace with his, bobbing your head up and down as you swallowed every inch of Jey’s length, watching his low, focused, deep brown eyes study the way your tongue lapped up his length. You gagged with him deep in your throat as Jimmy loudly spanked your right ass cheek, spreading your cheeks open wider as he fully enclosed his lips deep inside your pussy, sucking on it like he wanted to take the air out of it.

“Fuuuuuuck…” you loudly gasped, coming back up for air as a long string of spit still connected your sloppy lips with Jey’s tip. He removed your hair out of your face as he took over for you, the loud sloppy strokes of his wet hand sliding up and down his dick combined with Jimmy’s loud, sloppy slurps deep inside your pussy.

“Yeah…c’mon baby cum on my tongue,” Jimmy muttered as his thumb massaged your clit, his tongue not stopping its vicious flicks as he used both hands to spank both of your ass cheeks.

“Oh my god…” you whisperingly gasped as Jey opened up your cheeks with his right hand, sliding his tongue inside as his strokes heightened, his moans mixing with yours as both of you panted against each other’s mouths.

“Cum with me bae…” he moaned, his words barely heard over the wet strokes of his hands ringing in your ears. You felt your body uncontrollably tremble, struggling to stay on your knees, your mind fuzzed with arousal, and your body suddenly sat upright as Jimmy pulled you back up by your hair. He snuck up under you, his head laid up on the bed as he pulled you back down to sit on his face.

“Fuuuuuck yes…” you cried, carelessly riding his face as his tongue dipped in and out of your hole, Jey got on his knees before you grabbed his dick with both hands, stroking and twisting him with your drenched, slippery hands, your tongue sloppily kissing his tip as you felt him throb around your hands.

“I’m gonna cum f-fuuuuck oh my god,” you moaned as you rocked your hips, clenching around Jimmy’s tongue as Jey got on his knees, the tip of his dick brushing against your tongue as you stuck it out for him.

“You so sexy baby... You want me to cum in this pretty ass mouth?” he moaned, his strokes faster, your moans louder, and Jimmy’s grips on your hips tighter as he helped you ride his face. You nodded with another high-pitched moan as Jey tangled his fingers deep inside your roots. Jimmy spanked you one last time, surely leaving a red print as he tightly groped your ass cheeks. You couldn’t control your body shakes or loud cries as you felt your inner thighs and Jimmy’s mouth completely drenched from your orgasm.

“Mmmm…shit,” Jey groaned, watching you in pure bliss as his white ropes shot all over your tongue, neck, and chest. Your grind slowed down, your hands running down his tanned and tatted chest before he grabbed them to enlace his fingers with yours.

“Fuck…” Jimmy mumbled beneath you, groping your ass before you slightly lifted yourself to let him out. You and Jey kept your eyes on each other as you wiped the creamy corner of your mouth with your thumb, slipping it in your mouth as you moaned from his salty and yummy taste.

“That was so…” you breathed out with a lazy giggle as Jimmy snuck up behind you, his hand grabbing your throat as it slithered up to your chin to lift, kissing below your jaw and making your eyes flutter.

“You were squirtin’ like crazy…” he mumbled, his fingers sliding down your back and ass as he found your soaked folds to scoop the leftovers.

“You need a break?” Jey chuckled, pecking you on the lips, Jimmy’s audible sucks as he licked his fingers millimeters away from your ear.

“Break?” you asked, eyes still low from that wild, euphoric orgasm.

“She thought we were done with her,” Jey grinned at Jimmy as he got off the bed to grab the champagne bottle sitting on the nightstand.

“Nah…we ain’t done baby,” he growled in your ear, turning your jaw towards him as he kissed you.

“Getcho’ hands off her,” Jey kissed his teeth, bringing his eyes back to the champagne bottle to read whatever the hell he was reading.

“Hey Uce,” Jimmy called out, waiting for Jey to look as he flashed him his middle finger making you giggle.

“Yeah keep lickin’ up my cum in her mouth,” Jey snickered getting back on the bed. Jimmy kissed his teeth, pulling away from you to give you a “for real?” look.

“No you’re not, I swallowed every drop,” you whispered, softly kissing his wet lips.

“Swallowed every drop of your tasty ass too,” he mumbled, slapping your left ass cheek making you yelp. You turned to see Jey scrunching up his face at the both of you, getting back on the bed with the bottle in his hand.

“We said no fighting, right? I love both-” You quickly stopped yourself before they both chuckled at your confession.

“You what?” Jimmy teased, leaning in as he pushed you down on the bed by the throat.

“Huh?” you sarcastically asked, a needy sigh slipping from your mouth as Jey rubbed his big palms up and down your thighs, licking your stomach before he placed a soft kiss on your skin.

“We love you too,” he muttered with his little kisses, making you quiver. The cork popped off as Jimmy opened the bottle, taking a big chug of it as dribbles fell down his bearded chin.

“We drinking champagne now?” you asked as Jimmy ran his hand over his beard. He hovered over your side as he rubbed your belly, making it sink in with nerves.

“Yeah, we drinkin’” he looked into your eyes as he licked his lips, pouring some of the champagne over your stomach. It dripped down over your belly button, inching closer and closer to your pussy before Jey caught it with his tongue, licking every drop as he slid his tongue back up to your chest, squeezing your breasts in his warm hands.

“Mmmm,” you softly moaned as he dragged his tongue up your neck and on your lips making you taste the champagne.

“Happy birthday,” he mumbled, your tongues escaping your mouths at the same time to lick each other. You lowly gasped as you felt more of the cold liquid pouring on your stomach as Jimmy groped your right breast, flattening his tongue on your soaked skin, noisily sucking and drinking it all. Jimmy started taking the rest of his clothes off as Jey laid down next to you, turning you on your side. You watched Jimmy’s v-line fully expose itself as he dropped down his jeans and boxers, his pretty, brown, long dick springing up.

“Mmm,” you pressed your lips together with a sinister smile looking back up at him as he smirked, stroking himself with one hand.

“Mhm,” he hummed right back as you felt Jey’s fingers brush your neck as he pushed your hair back to expose your skin, leaving a soft kiss on your neck as he dragged his other palm down your side, gripping your hip. Jimmy cupped your jaw, his thumb ever so slowly pulling your bottom lip. He kept his deep, piercing brown eyes on yours as he lowered his head a tiny bit, a long string of spit falling directly on the top of his dick. Your mouth parted with a slightly audible moan as Jey slid his tip between your cheeks, dragging it further down to tease your wet hole.

“Stick out that tongue…” Jimmy deeply instructed as your eyes moved from the sloppy stroke of his hand to his eyes as you obeyed. You stuck out your entire tongue as he tapped the tip on it a couple of times before he slowly, torturously slid half of his length along your tongue.

“Just like that baby…get it wet for me,” he breathed out with a little groan as you swirled your tongue around the tip once he pulled it back a little. You sloppily kissed his shaft causing him to twitch on your tongue. Jey nuzzled his head in your hair as you felt him firmly grope your left ass cheek, slightly lifting it up as he dragged his tip between your ass cheeks again.

“You want this dick baby?” he growled, sliding his tip up and down your slippery, messy entrance.

“Yes…” you whined. Your left foot dragged along the top of his tatted leg, desperately pushing your ass back at him to grope it the way you liked. Jimmy laid on your other side as you were surrounded by their warm, tatted bodies.

“Happy birthday…” Jimmy cooed as his lips brushed over yours. A long, high pitched moan escaped your mouth as Jey slowly slipped the tip of his length inside of you, Jimmy taking that opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth. You both cradled each others faces as you sloppily made out, Jey’s strokes picking up pace as his length easily slid in and out of your wet hole.

“Oh my god,” you whined as you felt every long inch of his shaft fill up your walls that contracted around him.

“This pretty pussy stay liking this dick huh bae?” he growled in your ear as he hooked his arm under your leg, opening more room for him to pile drive his dick inside of you. You couldn’t think straight as you felt your body ignite with pleasure, the sounds of Jey’s balls slapping against your skin overriding the audible slippery strokes of Jimmy’s dick.

“F-Fuuuuuck…” you whimpered as Jey grabbed your throat from behind, tightly gripping on your jaw as he tilted it up allowing Jimmy to swirl his tongue down your neck.

“Yeah…take this dick baby,” Jey groaned in between his heavy pants as he buried himself inside of you, Jimmy’s tongue now gliding up, down, and around your right nipple. He enclosed his lips around your nipple as he fiercely sucked and noisily lapped his tongue at the same frantic pace Jey pile drove his dick inside you. Your breast audibly popping in and out of Jimmy’s mouth as long strings of saliva connected your nipple with his lips at every loud, popping suck.

“Sh-shit,” you moaned as Jey slowed his strokes down, tauntingly reminding you of his gentle thrusts from that late night in his room.

“This what she like…nice and slow,” he mumbled as he almost pulled his entire length out from your slippery, dripping hole. He tauntingly dipped his tip back in, his entire length throbbing inside of you as Jimmy’s wet, saliva stained lips met your parted ones.

“She does huh?” Jimmy purred against your tongue, his long fingers shakily sliding down your stomach and over your clit, his middle finger criminally yet slowly massaging it in circles. You pulled on Jimmy’s chain as your tongues sloshed with the other, your other hand gripping on his wrist to keep his finger connected with your clit. You felt dizzy, your eyes could barely stay open from their touches sending you into a euphoric frenzy. You felt a sudden rush down your spine, your lower belly boiled with warm flutters as your moans heightened even louder making Jimmy groan against your mouth, quickly staining all corners of your mouth with his saliva as his teeth pulled on your bottom lip.

“You gon’ cum baby?” he muttered, his hand picking up pace as he sloppily twisted and circled his palm up, down, and around his shaft as he watched you in pure bliss.

“Yesyesyes fuck,” you gasped as you felt the tip of Jey’s dick hit your g spot, your walls uncontrollably spasming around his length. You could tell they both were about to nut too as Jimmy’s pants escalated, Jey’s deep groans grew louder in your ear, and your high pitched cries filled the room as you felt shockwaves explode throughout your body once Jimmy rubbed his drizzling tip over your clit.

“Fuck…yeah baby cum on my dick just like that,” Jey deeply moaned as he thrusted one last time inside of you, his warm seed spilling and filling your walls as you watched Jimmy’s white, creamy ropes shoot in his palm and dribble down his shaft and onto his thighs. You all laid there for what felt like another minute, panting, sweating, and chests glistening and heaving from this unexpected, insane threesome.

“Oh my god…” you breathed out, tiredly reaching behind to tangle your fingers in Jey’s hair.

“Best birthday or what?” Jimmy playfully asked with a chuckle, slightly sitting up on his elbows as his low eyes peered up and down your naked body. You licked your lips, your mouth watering at Jimmy’s milky mess.

“The best…” you smirked, turning over to inch closer to his dick as he swiped your hair back from the side of your face. He held your hair up for you as you licked up his creamy cum, making him pleasurably curse under his shaky breath. You gasped as you felt Jey’s tongue spread open your cheeks to lick you clean of your own nectar.

“Come here,” Jimmy whispered as he pulled you in with the same hand that cradled your face to passionately kiss you. He shot you a wink when you both pulled back making you giggle as Jey loudly slapped your ass again.

“Oh fuck the party!” you covered your mouth as you sat back up, realizing you three were up in your room way longer than you expected. You were surprised no one came knocking on the door looking for you, especially Jasmine. But she definitely learned her lesson from earlier in the night.

“Whatchu’ mean?” Jimmy kissed his teeth, getting up on his own knees to move your bangs out of your face.

“She talkin’ about the party downstairs,” Jey chuckled, gripping your hips from behind as he trailed little kisses across your shoulders.

“Nah…they can wait. We ain’t done with you yet.”

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summary: you find yourself crushing over the two men, Daryl and Rick.

mentions of maggie, age gap , use of Y/N, reader is slightly downbad, fluff-ish, cuddling at the end. 𓈒⠀　˙　　₊　

　₊　　　˙ reader x Daryl 𓈒⠀　˙　　₊

sorta change events in timeline

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part two

You were practically going crazy around the two men- and you were scared it was very, very obvious.

Ever since the group found the prison- you’ve been doing everything in your will power to get closer and closer to Rick and Daryl.

You knew Rick first, he and Glenn had found you in atlanta- scared, weak and fighting for your life..and you automatically were interested in him, eventually you started talking to him more, helping with jobs, checking up on him and all the kind things.

Daryl on the other hand? You just admired him from afar and hated yourself for it- and the fact you’d risk your life just to go on his bike with him and on supply runs?!?

You hated that you felt like some boy-crazy girl that can’t decide between her two crushes…which…you basically couldn’t.

On some occasions they’d get to your head without even acting upon anything..when Maggie was chatting to you she caught you staring aimlessly at Rick, ‘heart eyes and everythin’ She stated and your case with Daryl she just said you were a lost cause..a very lost, blindfolded with the map upside down cause.

You were a lost puppy. And now lately you’d find yourself always offering to go on supply runs with them, helping them with everything and just following them around, both Rick and Daryl.

And them being almost twice your age did not help your case.

“Hey Dar’.” You spoke up, a hand on your hip as you tilted your head slightly- he was fixing up his bike, and you just felt a need to offer help with..something..

“Wha’?” He grumbled out- that was definitely your favourite sound.. “You need help?”

“Nah, S’good-” “You sure?” You were always like this, stubborn, helpful and eager to please..in more ways than one..

“Yeah.” He paused, looking up at you for a moment with a slightly confused expression before back at his bike, your eyes trailed and lingered on his biceps for a bit too long as you nodded in response, spinning around on your heels to walk back and probably leaving Daryl confused as fuck.

Did you know how to help? No. Did you still offer? Yes.

And now you found yourself heading over to Rick..dammit. “Hey.”

“Hey, Y/N. Everythin’ alright?” He asked as he looked over at you..and you could just melt under his voice and gaze.

“Yeah,” You shrugged, walking over to him- trying to act casual but standing beside him. Hopefully in his eyes you were just a curious girl. “-whatchu doin’?”

"Just tryin’ to figure out our next move," “Findin’ anything good?” You were close enough to catch a faint whiff of him—earthy, rugged, and somehow comforting- fuck you were HORRIBLE.

“Not yet.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. The motion made his forearm flex slightly, and you couldn’t help but notice. Damn it. Get it together.

“Well…” you hesitated, searching for an excuse to stick around a little longer. “If you need help, I’m happy to—”

“I appreciate that, Y/N. I do. But I think I got it covered for now.” “Okay, yeah- uhm, just thought I’d offer.”

He chuckled softly, “You always do.” “I’m just gonna, uh- go…good luck.” “Thanks.”

You turned and walked away, your stomach doing flips as you replayed the exchange in your mind. Dammit. First Daryl, now Rick.

Maggie was so going to tease you for this.

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Later throughout the day, you’d be following Daryl around- asking simple questions and offering to help with anything.

And clearly more people were starting to notice. “Hey Y/N..”

Maggie’s voice broke through your thoughts as you trailed behind Daryl like a loyal shadow, stopping your conversation with him to wait for maggie. By the look on her face, this couldn’t be good..at all.

“What?” you asked, trying to sound nonchalant, but you could feel the heat creeping up your neck.

Maggie raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. “Don’t ‘what’ me. You know exactly what. You’ve been glued to his hip all day!” And you scoffed in response, hitting her with your elbow. “I was just-”

“Helping? With what task?” Maggie teased with a chuckle, her tone playful but enough to make you feel caught. “And before? When you were practically tripping over your own feet to get Rick to notice you?”

Your jaw dropped, and you immediately tried to defend yourself. “I wasn’t— I mean, I’m just—”

Maggie placed a hand on your shoulder in a sisterly way, causing you to pout slightly as you rolled your eyes at her. “You’re gonna drive yourself crazy tryin’ to be everything to everyone- or, them.”

Before you could respond, Daryl’s gruff voice called out, “Y/N, you comin’ or what?”

Maggie gave you a pointed look, her smirk back in full force as she whispered, “Good luck.”

“Shut up.” You huffed before immediately rushing over to him, proving Maggie's point right. “Yeh! Coming.”

“What was that about?” Daryl asked, glancing at you from the corner of his eye as you fell into step beside him. His tone was casual, but there was a hint of curiosity beneath the gruffness.

“Nothing,” you replied a little too quickly, brushing a stray hair from your face and trying not to look flustered- gosh were you like a boy-crazy highschooler..

“Didn’t sound like nothin’.” “Maggie’s just messin’ with me.”

“Hm.” He grunted in response. You were probably going to go insane.

Maybe she had a point. Whether it was Rick or Daryl, you just wanted to be useful, to matter to them in some way- you knew it’s wrong- but what if-

“You alright?” Daryl’s voice broke through your thoughts again. “Yeah-”

“Go get sum’ rest-” “I’m fin–” and you just paused with a sigh as you nodded in defeat, heading back inside to your cell..trying to wonder if he wanted you gone or actually cared.

And now you found yourself lying in your cell bed thinking about the two men..ugh!

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Night fell, and you couldn’t sleep- for obvious reasons that didn't need stating.. You snuck out of the cell block to go to the yard- just needing some sort of peace and quiet and sleeping in a cage didn’t exactly bring the comfort you needed.

You did laps 'around the perimeter of the yard, trying to calm down before you headed over to your usual ‘quiet time’ spot. It was in an area, closed off by rubble of buildings and such. You dusted the dirt and muck off an old bench before sitting down on it, your eyes resting on the empty sky above.

“Why’re ya’ out here for?” You almost jumped at the sudden sound “Fuck!- Jeez, Daryl ya’ scared me.” You sighed deeply, looking over at him.

“Can’t sleep.” and he just nodded in response before sitting beside you. Ohmygod. “You?”

“Yeah.” His gruff tone sounded a bit sleepy. You both sat in silence for a moment.

You glanced at Daryl from the corner of your eye. He was leaning forward, elbows on his knees, his eyes fixed somewhere in the distance. Even in the dim moonlight, you could see the lines of exhaustion on his face.

He eventually spoke up- thankfully you didn’t have to otherwise you’d for sure mess up.

“Saw ya’ sneakin’ out. Figured you shouldn’t be out here alone.” A small smile tugged at your lips despite yourself. “What, worried about me?” You joked.

“Ya’ got a knack for findin’ trouble.”

Your smile grew. “Fair enough.” Looking over at him for a moment before back at the sky. “You come out here a lot?”

“Yeah, it’s quiet- away from the others which is..good, sometimes.” “Quiet’s good. Don’t get much of it no more.”

You glanced at him, studying his profile in the dim light. “Mhm.” You found yourself stealing glances at him, the way his hair fell into his face, the way his fingers idly fiddled with the frayed edges of his vest and it made you sigh quietly.

“Thanks for staying,” you said suddenly. He looked at you, his expression unreadable. “Ain’t nothin’. You shouldn’t be out here alone anyhow.”

Daryl shifted in his spot, his shoulder leaning slightly into yours. “Guess this ain’t so bad,” he muttered. “Not bad at all.”

Your mind was racing for a moment- wondering if maybe he could..he already tolerates you, but you just really hoped he’d at least like you in a way. You eventually shifted a bit closer, leaning your head on his shoulder and you felt him relax under you.

Huh.

“Comfortable?” he asked gruffly, his voice low and almost teasing.

You smiled against his shoulder, your eyes fixed on the ground. “Yeah. Ya’ warm.”

“Don’t get used to it,” he grumbled, but there was no bite in his tone. You laughed softly, the sound breaking the tension you didn’t realize had been building. “You’re not as tough as you act, you know.”

That earned you a scoff. “Don’t start.”

“Seriously, don’ mean it in a bad way but- You’re not as rough around the edges as you think, you’re not heartless Dar’.”

“Maybe,” “Maybe I like that about you.”

Daryl didn’t quite know what to say, just pausing his words as he fiddled with the hem of his vest and he didn’t respond right away. “Don’t know why you’d say somethin’ like that.”

“It’s true.” “..m’kay.”

He didn’t shrug you off, didn’t say a word about it, and that alone made your heart beat just a little faster.

“You always this helpful?” His voice interrupted the silence, glancing over at your for a moment before back at the ground beneath him. “Huh? Uh..suppose so..”

“Figure that’s why you’re always runnin’ ‘round, followin’ me and Rick everywhere?” His tone was teasing and your cheeks flushed a bright red, hopefully in which it was covered by the night.

“What? I don’t—” “Don’t lie.” “I just like helping out. Ever think of that?” You huffed, nudging his arm gently with an eye roll.

“Sure. But you don’t offer to help anyone else this much.” “Psh- yes I do..”

You both paused, and you shifted in your spot once more and Daryl practically pulled you back as his hand reached out to yours for a moment, causing the blush on your face to appear more visible.

“Ya’ know, I don’t do this often.” “Do what?” “Jus..sit here, and talk with someone.”

You smiled softly, your voice more soft. “So i’m important?” “Suppose so.”

Now that was a start, “‘m gonna try an’ get some sleep.” You murmured as you stood up with a small sigh and he stood up beside you, “Same.” He grumbled out and you both headed back to your cell block, staying silent as you walked beside each other.

You had a small urge- an urge. To hold Daryl’s hand but- you decided not to..

The two of you snuck quietly inside, to not disturb your sleeping friends and you stood outside your cell, which you didn’t share. “G’night.”

He grumbled out and you murmured out one in response with a small nod.

You watched as Daryl’s gaze lingered on you, as if he was hesitant to move- and as he finally did.

“Wait-“ “Huh?” You paused for a moment, biting your lower lip uncontrollably. “Can you- uh, stay?”

He paused, looking back at you, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then he gave a small nod. “Yeah.”

You stepped aside to let him in, feeling your nerves settle just a little as he followed. Without a word, he grabbed the spare blanket from the corner and settled himself on the floor against the wall.

You climbed onto your bed, pulling the thin blanket over you. “Thanks,” “Ain’t nothin’.”

“Goodnight, Daryl,” you murmured. “G’night,” he replied, his voice softer this time.

Later on in the night, you stirred awake as you felt the bed dip behind you- your eyes fluttered awake to see Daryl, not on the floor but behind you.

He must’ve noticed you were awake as he grumbled softly, “Go to sleep..”

And you earned him from you in response, before his arms wrapped around you, you turned around to face him, burying your face in his neck.

His arms squeezed you gently and a small smile tugged on the corner of your lips.

“M’kay, Dar’. Goodnight.” You murmur for the last time before pressing a small kiss on his neck.

i'll write the next part if this does well .. :P

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foxhotbox · 2 days ago

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Submission

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Smoking, Public Masturbation, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Cigarettes, Bugs & Insects, Dom Beetlejuice, Orgasm Edging

A lil snippet:

You began to push yourself away from him on the floor when he stopped you with a heavy black boot pressing down between your legs. As he leaned down, resting his right elbow on his knee, he let all of his weight shift onto his leg, pushing it down into your cunt. The deep ridges of the sole dug right through the thin fabric of your skirt. You gasped, heart racing from the intense pressure, feeling your clit pulsate beneath his boot.

He raised his left hand up to his face, rubbing his chin, as he squinted down at you. He spoke in a very low, gravely tone, glancing around at his surroundings.

“All fuckin’ day, people are callin’ my name. S'like a nerve gettin’ plucked every goddamn minute… usually ignore it, but when I heard you...”

He leaned down even further, eyes locked onto yours, trailing his hand up your leg, grinding his boot into you.

“...ya gotta tell me, babe…”

His hand continued to slide past your thigh, slipping under your shirt and pressing onto your stomach.

“...whatchu were doin’...”

His cold hand drifted up under your right breast, gripping it roughly. He bared his crooked teeth at you, raising an eyebrow.

“...to say my name, like that.”

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all2angels · 1 year ago

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WHITE CHRISTMAS | santa!gerard x gn!afab!reader (short) christmas special fic <33 merry xmas to those who celebrate, here's my gift:

warnings: p in v smut, no protection (wrap it before you tap it), a little dub/con & somno, dom!gee sorry i couldn't help myself, smut written by a virgin, there might be missed grammer & spelling mistakes (tell me if there are any pls)

it was late, you had already fallen asleep before twelve expecting to wake up on christmas morning. that was, until you felt a person remove the blanket that was lying so comfortably on top of you. you whined, feeling the cold air hit your skin, but you were too tired to do anything about it, deciding to just sleep it off.

but it didn't end there, you felt the buttons of your pajamas get undone, and before they could get to the last button you stopped them, grabbing their hand gently wondering who was doing this to you. despite your exhaustion, you open your eyes to gerard dressed in a santa costume. you giggled, thinking it was silly.

"whatchu doin', gee?" you asked fully awake now. he ticked his tongue.

"don't laugh, baby. you've been naughty all year round. 'm just gonna take care of you," he said, undoing the last button. you felt a shiver run down your spine as he was now working on removing your pants and underwear, exposing your bare body to him.

he undid his belt and tossed it off to the side with a loud thud and you hear him unzip his trousers. then he lines up the tip of his dick on your cunt, teasing your clit with his tip. The teasing makes you feel like you're about to explode if he doesn't fill you up soon so you whimper to get him to hurry up.

"shh, I know..." he coos. gerard spits in his hand and gives his shaft a few pumps before sliding it in you without much of a warning. you let out a little moan under him, feeling all of him inside you.

he held your hips tight, his pace was nice and slow at first but got faster and rougher with each thrust. he rammed over and over in your cunt, hitting your special spot every time.

you rolled your eyes and held onto his red jacket, he fucked into you raw, barely holding back. you weren't going to last any longer. his thrusts began to get sloppier, you could tell he couldn't hold it in anymore as well.

"gonna c-cum?" you managed to let out, he nodded and you felt him go faster, building upon his high and deepening his thrusts. you groaned and came on his cock. he followed shortly after, feeling the hot load of semen inside you. he panted, wiping the sweat on his forehead, pushing his hair to the side.

he pulled out, leaving you feeling empty, missing the feeling of being filled. he kissed your cheek, "there's your white fuckin' christmas." he laughed, laying down on the bed next to you.

but you weren't done yet. you crawl on top of him, "think it's my turn..." you mumble, his eyes widened. you sat on top of him, going in for another round.

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slippinninque · 8 months ago

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😤Fussy 😤

Fontaine x black reader

Fontaine listens on as you get some things off your chest.

Warnings: fluff, cursing, fussy!reader, long fic, before work drop so may have some typos before I can edit lol

Fontaine can tell the difference between you being angry and you being fussy.

One would entail a cold front of emotions, you turned into an absolute Ice Queen when angry.

Fussy, on the other hand, Fontaine found you to be utterly adorable. He would never dare to say this as the Ice Queen will appear, but he did keep his smiles to himself.

You reminded him of a video he saw of a kitten at the vets office, just meowing and screaming at the audacity of being taken care of.

How you stomped around the house like an angry little bear, your lil' flip flops slapping frantically as you tried to remember what you came into the room for.

If he saw you wince when taking off your bra or feel you tossing in turning in bed, he knew what was coming. He kept the heating pad and ice cream bars ready.

The wrinkle in your nose? The sharpness to your gaze? The one dimple that came out when you purses your lips? Fontaine was weak for it.

He rather you have a rough day and come home spitting fire rather than see you tripping over your tears.

Fontaine knew you were a pot of emotions and not everyone that poured out may be pleasant, but he loved you more than enough for that not to matter. What mattered to you mattered to him. While he may rob you or poke fun, Fontaine will still offer any help you may need.

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"Whatchu doin', pretty?"

"Locking up."

"Mhn. Sound mad, you okay?"

"...smch, I'm fine. This dang-darn-damn-fuckin'-fuck ass gate won't close!

Fontaine choked on the other end of the line and you paused in wrestling with the iron gate. It was never the same since the Disastrous Book Fair of 2018. Poor thing.

"Don't you be sayin' that out loud, baby. No one should know yo' gate don't work."

"What? What they goin' do, burgle some damn books? At the free book house?"

"Damn, that's what they callin' libraries now?"

You growled into your phone as you strained to keep the latch lines up just enough to flip the lock.

"That's what Imma call 'em now. D'you know this old man got mad at me 'cause I wouldn't show him how to pull up titty pictures?!"

"Mn! Bold as hell."

"Right? Then gonna look me up an' down and ask for someone else t--!"

You gasped then shrieked as the latched pinched your finger before settling into place. Rage doused you and before you could recall yourself--you dropped your bag and kicked the gate.

"Fuck you, fucking broke-ass, rusty-ass, tragic-ass gate! Imma turn yo' ass into scrap!"

Furiously stabbing the lock home and finally securing the gate, you grabbed your fallen items. Still ranting and raving under your breath, you did take a look around to see you were alone before tattling to Fontaine.

"The gate fucking bit me..."

"Just come on home, baby, okay?" Fontaine's voice gentle and it somehow only fueled your indignation.

"I am," You snapped as you stomped towards your car, "I want to cuddle. Hard."

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Yowling, crowing, and calling --you told on the day you had. Unreasonably unsatisfied patrons, rinky-dink electronics that should have been swapped out ages ago, and to top it all off the A/C died as the day reached its muggiest.

"That was when I decided to leave the house." You muttered, staring gloomily down at the bump of your belly beneath the seat belt.

You were only bloated but you hated how you looked like you were expecting in your favorite skirt. Your hair wasn't fuzzy in the way you liked and your locs were staging a rebellion.

As you crawled through the late-afternoon traffic, you noted that your tank was nearing half. You always kept a full tank if you could help it.

"I ain't worried 'bout that car," Fontaine's voice held no room for argument through the car speakers, "I'll take your car an' fill it up later--I asked you to come on home."

When Fontaine wouldn't let you stop for gas, you huffed and puffed to his unceasing fondness. All up until you pulled down the street and into your driveway.

As soon as you came through the door, Fontaine was there to meet you. He took away your purse and pulled you into his arms, despite your grumblings.

"I could have done it, y'know." You grumbled into his chest. It felt good to be home. It felt better being in Fontaine's arms but there was a restlessness under your skin. You resisted the urge to bite the

"I want to do it for you, how's that?" Fontaine countered before he began running his hands over your aching shoulders. You grumbled, momentarily lost in the feel of his hands on you.

Then you remembered your outrage.

"No, I wanted to do it 'cause I was out and I could have gotten my cinnamon bun early. I could have slept in an extra 5 minutes..."

He leaned put his lips to your ear, "Then how 'bout I get you your cinnamon bun, too. Hm?"

"I guess..."

"Yeah?"

His lips trailed softly around your neck to kiss your cheek, arms tightening around you enough that the next sigh that escaped you wasn't as hostile.

Fontaine took your silence as acceptance as he lead you away from the door and past the living room.

"I want to sit." You muttered, enticed by the blanket nest you made the previous night. Fontaine held you fast with as tsk and insisted you shower.

Your aggravation flared but before you could open your mouth to complain, Fontaine kissed you again. He grabbed a handful of your ass in tandem, swallowing down your surprised yelp.

"Get in there and clean up, Imma feed you and you can tell me all about it."

He released you with a pat to your ass and a "go on now" slant to his eyes. Stomping your foot was all you could think to do before turning on your heel and going towards the bathroom.

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The shower did help to loosen your body but the wrinkle in your brow remained as you left the bathroom.

Fontaine met you with another kiss, pressing a plate into your hands before wordlessly setting you toward the couch. You gratefully settled into your blanket nest and released a huff, your comfort and hunger coming at once.

Still...

You didn't eat. You craned your neck over the couch to try and see into the kitchen, only to be caught by Fontaine as he balanced his dinner and drinks for the both of you.

"I'm comin', baby." His knowing grin warmed your face as you settled back down. Then you registered what was on the screen and perked up, absentmindedly reaching for your folk.

"You don't mind, do you? You can put on somethin'--

"No, no--I want to see you play."

Fontaine had a talent for eating dinner and keeping himself alive on GTA. You liked the chaos of the game and Fontaine liked to ride around to cause some just for you.

By the time your fork hit the ceramic of the plate, Fontaine was joined by a few of his homies though he didn't bother with the headset. You watched them challenge rivals and loot their spots. The action sucked you in and hearing the gang laugh together and crack jokes loosened your frown up.

Belly full and suddenly feeling very lazy, you fell over to lay in his lap. Fontaine chuckled and leaned down to press a kiss to your temple. He shifted to put his feet up on the table, giving you more room to lay out and face the TV.

"Feel better fusspot?"

Maybe a bit pouty but the only remainder of your annoyance came from your bandaged finger. You could not recall too much, not while settled on Fontaine's warm thighs and perfectly encased in your blanket.

Content was creeping back into your chest, shooing away the yucky feeling and returning your balance. All you had to say about your day has been said ten times over, the horse was buried by now.

"...Yeah. I feel better."

Looking up at him in time to catch his fond smile, you felt the rest of your ire fade away. You just had an off day and you would have a better one tomorrow.

Now was time to enjoy the night with your man.

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tinyfishtits · 8 months ago

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You Are Redeemed

Micah Bell / Female Reader

Summary: Reader convinces Micah to join her on a job robbing a homestead. Things do not go as planned... Rating: Mature; Graphic Depictions of Violence Word Count: 5,339 Tags: Light Angst, First Kiss

Authors Note: Contains minor spoilers for a special encounter in the game, if you care about that. This was SO FUN to write, hope ya'll ike it. ★ Read on AO3 ★ ☆ Masterlist ☆

I sat on the outskirts of camp, watching as the sun slowly sank behind the mountains, painting the landscape in shades of pink and lavender. Though my peace was short lived as someone walked toward where I rested on the cliff's edge. I didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

“Dutch’s bitch returns.” I said, taking a hit of my cig as Micahs heavy steps neared. “Shut up and give me one of those.” He demanded, taking a seat next to me. I pulled the pack from my pocket and chucked it into his lap.

“What, would you prefer the prodigal son? ” He just grunted in response and lit his cigarette. “Well aren’t you in a good ole’ mood.” I murmured under my breath.

“You wanna talk, sweetheart?” He drew a long puff and sank back onto his elbows, waving a dismissive hand at me “Go ahead.”

I crinkled my nose at the pet name. Flinging the butt of my cigarette off the cliff side and lighting another, I asked “Whatchu doin’ tomorrow?” He raised an eyebrow, glancing sidelong at me, “No .” Was all he said.

“You don’t even know what I’m about t-”

“Find somebody else.” His voice was flat and words final, “Camps full of idiots, I'm sure one of ‘em will go on whatever fools errand you got this time.”

“You’re not even the least bit curious?”

“ No .” He said, tone already laced in annoyance. I went quiet for a moment, thinking of a way to entice him.

“I’d split the take with you, fifty fifty.”

“ God woman! I’m not even back an hour and you’re already trying to get me killed?”

“Fine.” I spat back at him, “ I’ll just do it myself… Asshole.” I got up and stormed off back to camp, Micah's half hearted yell of my name his only response. I wasn’t sure the job could even be done alone, but to hell if I was gonna grovel with him over it. His ego was big enough.

I was already kicking myself for being so soft by the time I reached my tent. I knew we weren’t friends or nothin’... But I’d been planning this robbery all month, waiting for him to show his face at camp to tell him about it and he just couldn't have cared less. I didn’t want to admit how much it hurt, how much I stupidly yearned for that asshole's praise.

It wasn’t until late next morning that Micah appeared beside me as I readied my horse for the ride. “Where do you think you’re goin’?” He drawled, leaning against the hitching post as I mounted my horse.

“Don’t you got better things to do than babysit me?” I hissed, “Like sittin’ on your ass all day?” My voice still heavy with venom from our encounter last night.

I knew I really had no reason to be so mad, I had put us both in danger on jobs before. But so had he! For every job that went bad from my lack of experience, he completely blew out of proportion with his lack of self control. And it’d been months since our last robbery, I’d improved a lot since, not that he was around or cared to notice.

“Hey now,” he lifted his hands in surrender, “I come with a peace offering.” I just rolled my eyes. “Give me your hand.”

“What? No-” I started but he interjected, “Stop bein’ stubborn and give it here!” He yanked my hand from the horn of my saddle and placed a long leather sheath into it.

“A knife?” I whispered, turning it over in my hand. Unsheathing it I almost gasped. The black blade was decorated with the most intricate engraving of flowers and herons and inlaid with what looked to be gold.

“Why…?” Was all I could muster in response.

“Before you go gettin’ all sentimental, I stole it off someone while robbing a stagecoach a few days ago. Thought maybe you could use one.”

“But it's-” Beautiful, expensive, worth more than my rifle… “don’t you wanna sell it?”

“Well if you don’t like it give it back and I will.” His temper shot up a bit. I knew he wasn’t used to gifting people things, and hell, I wasn’t used to receiving them.

“Thank you.” I said finally, “I like it.”

“Okay then.” He grunted as he turned away and mounted Baylock. “Now, you gonna tell me about this job or what?”

I tried to hide my surprise and relief at his sudden willingness to accompany me on a job he knew nothing about. I truly had been preparing myself for the worst case scenario of going at it alone. Not wanting to delude myself into thinking that his change of heart could be at all for my sake, I shook the thought from my mind and the building blush from my cheeks. He was just in it for the money… I had promised him half the take in my desperation, after all.

“You spend much time out in Lemoyne?” I started, catching up with him as we trotted down the path out of camp. He nodded. “Some.”

“Well there’s a farm out there with this couple, been runnin’ a shine business out their house. Figure they got a good stash somewhere in there.”

“You figure? ” The skepticism in his tone made my brow furrow. He’d done more for less. Why he was so intent on giving me a hard time over the others in camp, I had no idea.

“Well if there aint a lot of cash, we could always steal the shine. I figure that's a pretty safe bet.”

He just hummed in acknowledgement. For Micah, any response not laced in mockery was a good one. “What do you want me to do?” He asked.

“The couple, well… They’re kinda odd.” I started, trying to piece together the best way to pitch my idea. Micah just raised a brow at me, waiting for the rest of the story. “Bill and Arthur both had run-ins with them. Said they gave ‘em a bad feeling. Seems they um… like invitin’ men in for dinner.”

“Well if they scared big ole Bill and Morgan they must be terrifying.” His words dripped with sarcasm. Hook, line, sinker. All it took for Micah to be in on a job was the chance to prove himself more capable than his fellow gang members, especially Arthur.

“So you’ll do it?” I prodded, “Distract them, I mean. While I loot the house?” “Sure sweetheart. If you ask nicely.”

It took every last bit of self control not to spit back at him. “ Please” I forced out through gritted teeth. He shot me a cocky smirk. “And don’t go shootin’ the place up neither. I’d like to do this clean and quiet for once.” I added.

“You got it boss.” He joked, but the smugness sank a bit from his expression. Always the trigger happy gunslinger.

Our ride through the Heartlands was quiet, neither of us being too keen on small talk. The weather over head was nice, cloudy but still warm and dry. That was more than I could say for what we were headed toward. A nasty lookin’ grey sky loomed in the distance.

By the time we reached Emerald Ranch it was pouring. I cursed myself for not bringing a jacket, my simple cotton button up was soaked after just a minute in the downpour. I wrapped myself up in the blanket I had stored on my saddle in an attempt to ward off the chill the storm brought with it, much to Micahs amusement.

He let out a howl of laughter, “You look like a washed up Nun! Should I start callin’ you sister?”

“Shutup!” I replied, having to yell over the noise of pounding rain and cracking thunder, “Take a right here, we’re almost there.”

The foliage grew denser the closer we got, an eerie feeling lingering in the darkness of the forest stretched out before us. I pushed it back, trying to clear my brain for the job ahead. I’d never been good with storms, that deep-seated childhood fear of thunder and lightning never having left me. It’ll help cover any noise you make, I tried to convince myself, wash away any tracks if things go sour and they come lookin’ for you .

Pulling off the road just shy of the path that rounded up the hill to the homestead, I hitched my horse and waved Micah over. “I’ll go on foot from here. Once you’re inside I’ll start lookin’.” He nodded, the water collecting on his hat cascaded off with every slight movement, I could barely make out his face through the mini waterfall it created.

“Alright.” He drawled, nudging Baylock up the path. His dark, leather-cloaked form shimmered with water even in the darkness below the tree’s dense canopy, and then he was gone.

I abandoned my makeshift cloak and trudged up the muddy hillside, Micah’s knife and my revolver the only weapons on my hip. By the time the house was visible through the trees, Micah was hitching Baylock and talking to someone on the porch. The closer I got to the treeline I could make out the forms in the darkness. A large man dressed in overalls was waving Micah in when someone else joined them on the porch. A woman by the looks of her large skirt.

I made my way to the side of the house with a crudely built add-on, which was really saying something, the whole place seemed like it could collapse at any moment. The small shed had no windows, no light spilled out from the door, it was the safest bet for where they’d stash the shine.

Running out from the cover of the trees I reached the shed door, fully expecting I’d have to break the lock. But when I got out my pick to start working on it the door creeped open from my touch alone. Either they were really stupid, or… The place was empty. My heart sank as I scanned the small room for anything of value, nothing. There were old shine brewing canisters in the corner but they looked like they hadn’t been used in a good decade. Fuck. I cursed myself, knowing Micah would never let me live this down. Though he would probably juice the story up just to rub it in Arthur's face.

I was rummaging through a tool box for any hidden valuables when a large THUMP sounded on the other side of the wall. Sighing, I readied myself for the ribbing I was about to get and rounded the house to the back door. “I thought we agreed to keep this one quiet-” I started as I entered the house, fully expecting to see the bodies of the couple on the floor. But instead found Micah, strewn out lifelessly still in the middle of the room.

“Micah?” I breathed, shock freezing me in place at the sight of him so… helpless.

“What do we have here honey pie?” A large man asked from across the room, looking my wet, trembling figure over with a sick kind of hunger. He was dressed in nothing but a wethered pair of overalls that could barely contain the skin spilling out from it. Seeing him up close set a new kind of fear coursing through me. He was so fucking big! There was no way I'd be able to fight my way out of this.

The woman he talked to was crouching over Micah’s body, hands greedily rifling through his pockets. It was when she touched his revolver that the adrenaline finally hit me and before I could even process that I'd grabbed my own gun, I was emptying my cylinder into the man’s chest. Six shots later and the mountain of a man was still barreling toward me, a guttural roar ripping through the house.

I stumbled back, practically falling out the door I’d come through as I tried to put as much distance between us as possible. Jumping over the stair railing I landed on a pile of chopped wood and saw it, an axe resting against the house. Gripping it just as the man came crashing out the back door, I pivoted on my heels, swinging the blade smack into the giant’s neck.

He floundered forward, a grotesque gurgling erupting from his mouth as blood sputtered from the gash on his neck and he fell to his knees at the foot of the stairs. I just watched as the fight slowly faded from his huge, convulsing form and he sunk to the mud with one final twitch. Pulling the axe from his neck, I made my way back up the stairs, rage bubbling in my veins at whatever these sick sons of bitches were trying to pull.

But all feeling drained out of me when I opened the door to the woman pointing Micahs revolver at his head.

“Put the axe down.” She demanded, her tone disconcertingly calm until she spotted the blood. “Bray? Honey?” Her voice cracked, yelling for him again. “Bray!?”

“He’s dead.” Was all I said, my voice flat and lifeless, I could barely recognize it as my own.

I could practically see the hysteria wash over her as she pointed the gun at me and started firing erratically, screaming at the top of her lungs. “YOU BITCH!”

I rushed her, sprinting through the gunfire and knocking her to the ground, the gun thrown from her hand at the impact. She thrashed beneath me, her hands clawing at every part of me she could reach. “Stop!” I yelled back, grabbing her wrists and pushing them to the ground. Even restrained she was trying to buck me off of her, her legs kicking wildly behind me. “STOP!” I repeated.

I didn’t want to kill her. But she was making mercy seem pretty damn distasteful the more she screamed and squirmed. “Where’s the money?” I demanded, my voice too breathless to sound as menacing as I’d hoped. She just spat in my face. Reflexively, I reached up to wipe the glob of mucus away and she took the opportunity to headbutt me.

I fell back with a gasp and when I looked up, she was coming at me with a knife. I tried getting to my feet but she was too fast. She jumped on me, slashing at my extended arms as I screamed. Lifting the knife above her head for a final deathly blow, I used all my strength to push myself up and wrap myself around her. Tackling her back to the ground we writhed around, a blur of clawing, slashing and screaming as we wrestled for the knife.

She dug a finger into one of the fresh slashes on my arm and I shot back like I'd been electrocuted. Rising to her feet, knife in hand, she screamed down at me, “YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR-” I lunged at her, the hunting knife Micah had gifted me unsheathed, and drove it into her abdomen. Her scream sputtered off into incoherent murmurings as she fell to her knees, my blade still inside her.

“Tell me.” I pleaded between panting breaths, “Where’s the money?” Her wide eyes met mine, glossy but still so full of that manic rage. “Momma?” She whispered, her hands grasping at my forearms as she tried to stay upright. And then, with a single rasping breath, she collapsed at my feet with one last soft cry for her mother.

Hot tears streamed down my cheeks as I stood frozen, bloodied blade still stretched out before me. “Micah?” I called out, my voice barely a whisper. But the house stayed eerily silent. I fell to the floor beside him and frantically shook at his limp body. Nothing. “MICAH!” I yelled, taking his face in my hands and lowering my ear to his mouth, then his heart. I couldn’t tell if it was my own heart pounding in my ears or if he truly was alive, but for the moment it was enough to kick my scattered brain into action.

Grabbing him by the ankles I started to drag his body toward the front door. The blood from the slashes on my arm dripped down, coating my hands in sticky warmth as I struggled to keep my grip on the slick leather of his boots. “ Jesus,” I grunted, almost falling to my ass as I lost my grip on him, “You’re heavier than you look.” I mumbled. It was a jeer that would usually prompt one of his snarky remarks, making the silence that followed even more unsettling.

Making it to the door, I swung it open and whistled for Baylock. “Come here boy.” He huffed and reared as I dragged Micah out on the porch and tried maneuvering him more carefully down the steps. “Shhh.” I hushed as I reached out to comfort the horse, obviously just as distressed at the sight of Micah passed out as I was. “Hush now, I need you to help me out here.” I said, stroking his mane and guiding him to lay down so I could get Micah in the saddle.

It took a lot of coaxing both of Baylock and my own strength, to get Micah and all his dead weight in that saddle. But after a few sweaty, breathless minutes, it was done. With Micah securely slumped on the saddle I rushed back in the house to grab his revolver, and that's when I saw it.

In the chaos of it all I hadn’t stopped to really look around the house. It was just as dilapidated as the exterior, dirty and sparse. Though the one thing that really stood out was the large portrait of a woman right across from the front door, the only decoration in the whole house. “What are the chances…” I muttered to myself, reaching for the painting.

Concealed behind it was a hole in the wall filled with cash. A laugh of pure disbelief burst out of me as I took in the wads of bills and gold bars. Quickly fetching Micahs satchel I stuffed it full of the loot, all the while sobbing and laughing like a maniac at the pure absurdity of the whole thing.

Not wanting to linger in the house of horrors longer than need be, I quickly retrieved Micah's stolen possessions from the woman's corpse and got the hell out of there. Getting behind Micah on the saddle I held him with one arm and took the reins in the other, guiding Baylock down to where my horse still waited patiently at the end of the path.

“Come on girl, follow me.” I yelled to her. Her head shot up from where she grazed and she obediently trotted to my side as I led us away from the homestead. The downpour had mercifully subsided to a drizzle, though the land would be a mud pit for a good day at least. I considered riding all the way back to camp, but I wasn’t in good shape myself. There was no way I'd be able to hold Micah and keep myself upright for the cross-state trek back to Horseshoe Overlook.

With all the cash I had now, I debated going into Rhodes and getting a room. Though Micah’s unconscious state was sure to attract more questions than I cared to invite, especially with all the money I had on me. So I settled for a short jaunt up the road toward Emerald Ranch, leading the horses off the path a bit until I found a clearing suitable for a small make-shift camp.

I hadn’t anticipated being away from camp more than a few hours, but it seemed Micah always kept enough supplies on him to get him through the night if need be, so I began to set things up. Laying his bedroll out, I tried easing Micah off the saddle, only to have him crash into me and pin me in the mud. I coughed, rasping for breath as I tried wriggling out from beneath him. It was like being stuck under a cow, the man was deceptively dense.

I pushed at his shoulder, my arms burning with the strain, the wounds that had just started scabbing popping open and bleeding once more. After a few agonizing minutes I managed to roll him off of me enough to get myself free. We were both caked in mud from the fall, Micah's golden hair so dirty it was almost black now.

Everything else was easy, mindless work in comparison to the day i’d had. Building a fire, setting up the tent, cracking open a can of food for dinner. Hopeful he’d wake up before nightfall, I’d cooked him a can of beans as well… and when he didn’t, I scarfed those down too. I was exhausted. Every inch of my body was in some kind of pain. Slashed, bruised, sore. I tended to the knife wounds on my arms the best I could, nabbing a bit of a health cure Micah had in his satchel to fight off infection. And now I just, waited.

Crouching beside Micah in the tent, I carefully removed his jacket and shirt. I had no idea what they did to knock him out so heavily, but I wanted to at least make sure he hadn’t been stabbed or shot. Running my hands through his hair, I felt no bumps or blood, so I ruled out concussion. His chest, stomach, and what I could reach of his back was also unscathed. If I didn’t know any better I’d say he was just sleeping. His chest rose and fell with slow, even breaths. His eyes even fluttered beneath his lashes every so often, like he was dreaming. Not knowing what more there was to do I just began washing the mud off him with my still soaked blanket, and prayed to god he wouldn’t choose this moment to wake up, he’d call me a bath maid for the rest of my goddamn life.

Once he was clean and my blanket sufficiently muddied, I threw it out of the tent and sank back on the bedroll beside him. Micah, being the human furnace he was, didn’t travel with a blanket of his own. And even though we were in the bayou, the storm had brought with it a ferocious wind that made the night painfully chill. Drifting off, I found myself edging closer and closer to Micah’s warm body, until halfway through the night I was completely wrapped around him. He still did not stir, and I figured I’d much rather take whatever possible teasing this would get me if he woke up now than shiver to death a few feet away.

Cuddled up to Micahs side, I fell into the most blissful sleep I’d had in years. I did not stir for the rest of the night, only beginning to wake when the sun shone down through the tree canopy and the chorus of birds and bugs filled the forest with their music. “Mornin’” a soft, gravely voice vibrated under my ear.

“Morning.” I yawned, my head still in a sleepy haze as I stretched and came to. A deep rumbling vibrated once more beneath me and I shot up. Micah's chuckles turned to shallow coughs as he gazed up at me, a smug smile on his lips. “You’re awake!” I practically yelled, throwing my arms around him. “Thank god you’re not dead” I mumbled into his bare chest, “you scared the shit out of me!”

“You sure I ain't dead darlin’?” He drawled, wrapping a large arm around my back, keeping me pressed against him. “Never thought in all my life I’d hear someone thank god I was alive.”

“What happened back there? The hell did they do to you?” I stretched my neck to look up at him, making no effort to leave his warmth just yet.

“They drugged me. Put somethin’ in the damn whiskey.” He looked around then, sitting up a bit to inspect the camp I put together. “How’d you get me outta there?”

“Well it wasn’t easy.” I said, finally unraveling myself from him and getting up propper. “You weigh twice as much as you look, I swear. It was like lugging around a ton of bricks.”

“Where you goin’?” He said with a smile, patting the space beside him I’d just occupied. “Come back here.”

“What? No- I- I’m gonna go get some food.”

“So you gonna act like you didn’t just spend all night wrapped around me?” The smug smile on his lips grew. When I didn’t move, he got up with a groan and walked toward me. Only stopping when he stood just a breath away.

“I’m only gonna say this once…” He said, his voice surprisingly soft for what his words implied. Slowly, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. “Thank you.” His breath brushed over my face, warm and inviting, “For saving my life.”

Despite how much of a cocky, slimy asshole he could be. How more often than not I wanted to throttle him… I found myself leaning in, my hand coming up to caress the scar that ran from his lip down his chin. His eyes followed my movement, then in a flash he grabbed my wrist, lifting my arm to inspect the blood soaked cloth there.

“What happened?” He demanded, his brow furrowing as he noticed the bandages wrapped around my other arm as well.

“I- Um. Got stabbed… a little.” His touch was delicate as he carefully peeled back the cloth to expose the jagged red slashes that peppered my forearm. His face crinkled in anger.

“I’ll kill those crazy bastards-” He started, but I interjected. “They’re dead.” His eyes widened, looking me over more thoroughly now.

“Even the-”

“Dead.” I said once more, my voice flat as I tried not to remember their bloodied corpses. He squinted, cocking his head as he observed me. Looking me over as if he was seeing something in me he hadn’t noticed before.

“Okay.” Was all he replied before he turned toward the horses, “Come on.”

“Where are you-”

“ We’re going into town. You’re gonna see a doctor. Now mount up.” When I dug my heels in the ground he sighed, already exasperated, “I may weigh a ton, doll. But by the looks of it, you don’t.��So unless you want me to pick you up and throw you on the back of this saddle-”

“ Fine.” I muttered, walking over and mounting my horse. “Oh, Micah?” He hummed in acknowledgment. “You might wanna look in your satchel.”

“ Shit.” He muttered, pulling out one of the gold bars, “All this for shine? ”

“There was no shine.” I said, starting off down the path, “My guess is those sick sons of bitches were druggin’ folk and robbin ‘em blind.” Micah fell silent.

“Anyway… Bet you twenty bucks I can beat you to Rhodes.” And before he could reply I kicked my horse into action and raced down the road. The only response I could hear from him was a holler as he reared Baylock and chased after me.

We raced along the Kamassa River, Micah on my tail the entire time. I knew he was a better rider than me, but he didn’t bother overtaking me until the town came into view. Then, like the cocky ass he was, he stopped Baylock completely. Giving me a good 30 seconds head start before he jolted into a gallop and flew past me just before I reached the fork in the road that led to Rhodes. By the time I got to the main street in town, Micah was already sitting outside the doctor's office.

“Twenty bucks, was it?” He said with a sly smirk as I hitched my horse. I just rolled my eyes, “Put it on my tab, cowboy.”

“Hey.” He grabbed my wrist as I went to open the office door, “You still got that knife I gave ya?”

I nodded, reaching for the leather sheath on my hip. “Can I borrow it?” My brow crinkled.

“Don’t you gotta knife?” He just stared at me, his hand still gripping my wrist. I sighed and handed it over.

“I’ll be out here. Go get patched up doll.” He said, sitting on the bench beside the door.

The doctor was an old, greying man whose voice was so gravely from decades of smoking it made Micahs sound like velvet in comparison. “Someone did a real number on you.” He croaked, his cold hands poking and prodding at my tender flesh as he rubbed my wounds with disinfectant and some kind of numbing cream.

It took about half an hour for him to stitch up the worst of my gashes, and wrap up the rest. By the time he was done I was covered in bandages from wrist to elbow on each arm, it looked a whole lot worse than it felt. Paying him for his time and grabbing a few bottles of tonic on my way out, I found Micah just as I’d left him.

“Good as new.” I announced, and Micah practically jumped out of his seat. He looked me over, his brows knitting as his eyes scanned the large bandages. Without a word, he patted the space beside him and I joined him on the bench. Taking one bandaged arm in his hand, he gingerly turned it around, inspecting it. Then placed my blade in my open palm.

I turned it over in my hand and found something carved into the wooden handle. Bringing it closer to my face, I squinted at the small lettering. You are redeemed. It read. I whispered the words, running a finger over the indentations in the wood. A reminder of the price paid and the bounty won, life. ‘Thank you for saving my life.’ his words echoed in my head.

I had the feeling Micah would no longer shrug off my jobs, that what I sacrificed to save us made me an equal in his eyes. Given the lone wolf he was… well, it meant a lot. I didn’t know what to say to that. The words thank you didn’t seem to hold the same weight any more. Micah stood then, holding a hand out to me.

“Breakfast?” He asked, jerking his head toward the saloon behind him. I sheathed the knife and took his hand. Pulling me up against him, we stood chest to chest in silence, eyes caught in each other's gazes.

My hands trailed up his arms, stopping at the scruffy hair on his face to run my fingers through it. His eyes dropped to my lips, and that was all the confirmation I needed to pull his face down to mine. His arms wrapped around my waist, holding me taut against him as his lips took mine.

He was surprisingly tender, the big gruff outlaw. His lips softly parting my own, tongue ever so slightly trailing over my bottom lip as our mouths moved together, as if this was our thousandth kiss and not our first. Our breath grew heavy, melding the longer we stayed pressed together. My hands tangled in his hair as the kiss deepened, keeping him close. It wasn’t until his warm hand snaked under the hem of my shirt that someone cleared their throat beside us and I broke away from him, realizing we were still in the middle of town in broad daylight.

“Mornin’.” An older woman said curtly as she stepped around us to enter the doctors office.

“Mornin’” Micah drawled, tipping his hat to her as she passed. He flashed her a large, genuine smile and turned back to me, face alight. “Hungry, are ya?” His tone only slightly teasing, the same hunger burning in his eyes.

I took his hand, my own stupid smile growing on my face. “ Starved. ”

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