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lambertdiary · 6 months

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NSFW!! if i can make my request could you write somthing about mike and reader being in a relationship and she takes care of abby when he's working and one day he comes back sad and upset cuz he's been fired and she comforts him?? and yk i feel like he might be a little sub when it comes to doing it

A/N: Hey!! This is my first time writing for this lovely character, so please let me know what you think of this! Also thank you so much for your request, please keep them coming

Word Count: 2.5k+

Warnings: NSFW, smut, brief hand job, blowjob, sub!mike x dom!reader, praise kink, unprotected sex, FNAF movie spoilers

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After A Bad Day

Mike was driving back home from the mall, his hands gripping the wheel a little tighter than usual. He had just been fired from his job, again. He needed that job if he wanted to keep custody of his sister, he needed to look good on paper since he didn’t think a judge would want Abby to live with his unemployed brother.

The incident that caused him his job was something he wasn’t proud of, but if he was being completely honest it wasn’t even his fault, he was just doing what he thought was right, but his boss did not like that explanation.

He got out of the car as he held his belongings, taking a deep breath as he opened the front door. There was only one thing worse than getting fired, and that was having to tell his girlfriend about it.

“Hey” She greeted him as soon as he walked through the door.

“Hi” He greeted her back, but walked straight to the kitchen counter to drop off the stuff he was holding. It had been a long day and he didn’t wanna have to face her after losing his job, not yet.

“How was your day?” “It was good” He simply said, his short response giving her a heads up that something was off “Yours?”

“Really good actually, I managed to bond with Abby a little better during dinner. I think I’m in one of her drawings but she won’t tell me”

“I can imagine”

She left the couch and tried to approach him without coming off too strong, if something was off then she didn’t want to overwhelm him, so she stopped when she was close enough “I made spaghetti if you’re hungry”

“Thanks. Where’s Abby?”

“She went to her room a while ago, I’m pretty sure she’s sleeping now”

“Did she eat her dinner?”

“I tried my best but you know her”

“Yeah” He turned around to face her, revealing his injured fists.

“What happened to you? Are you okay?” Y/N approached him completely, her hands going straight to his.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just gonna go take a shower” He freed himself from her grip as he started to make his way to his bathroom.

“Mike…” She stopped him, her glance asking for an explanation when he turned to meet her gaze.

“It was stupid, don’t worry about it”

“What happened?”

Mike stayed silent for a moment, struggling to spit the words out “I uh- I got fired”

“Oh my god Mike, I’m sorry” She could see the disappointment in his face. She knew it was hard for him and she wanted to help, but sometimes he would lock himself up and not let her in “What happened?”

“It was a misunderstanding”

“How?” He simply shook his head, his eyes falling to the ground “What did you do?”

“It doesn’t matter… Look, we can talk about it later, okay? I just need to get my mind off things and take a shower”

She nodded and slowly closed the distance between their bodies, her arms going around his neck “Why don’t you get the shower started while I check on Abby? And I can join you if you want” Her words lingered in the air for a moment as Mike gathered his thoughts. There was a lot going on in his mind. Getting fired, having to look for a new job, the possibility of losing custody of his sister, but it all faded slowly when he was with her “Still there?” She asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“So you’re not mad at me? You wanna join me in the shower?”

“Of course I’m not mad at you, and I think that you need to relax. You’re right, get your mind off things and we can talk about it later” She guided him to the couch, sitting next to him as one of her hands fell on his knee, tracing small circles on it “Does that sound good?”

“Y- yeah”

“Are you having a stressful day, baby?” He nodded softly, his tongue wetting his lips quickly “You know, I can help with that” Her hand started to rise up his leg, getting closer and closer to his crotch area.

He swallowed hard as he watched her hand, his trousers getting tighter by the second. She was taking her sweet time, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth as her amusement grew watching him get desperate for contact.

She fell to her knees in front of him, her hands spreading his legs to make enough space for her between them “Wanna get rid of these?” She asked, tugging at his bottoms and he just nodded.

He watched and he patiently waited. She imagined him enjoying the tension of anticipation as she hooked her fingers around the sides of his trousers and slowly, slowly, agonisingly slowly worked them down his legs until they pooled around his ankles. She decided to tease him a bit longer, so she admired his cock covered only by the thick black cotton of his boxers that was just a few centimetres away from her face. She dragged her palm over the lump and watched his eyes widen. He breathed a sigh at the contact, the pressure in his stomach releasing just the smallest bit at the relief. She didn’t break eye contact once, she loved to see the effect she had on him.

After just a moment, her hand slid under the waistband of his boxers, her cold hands against his hot skin caused a hiss to leave his mouth as she curled her fingers around his thickness. She laid her cheek on his thigh, watching each pass of her own hand over his cock.

“Do you want me to take you?” She asked him, expecting an obvious answer from him, but she repeated her question when she didn’t hear a single word fall from his mouth “Mhm, do you?”

“Yes, please” He replied in a desperate tone.

A smile appeared on her face. She sat up straight and positioned herself better between his legs, her mouth slowly approaching his cock as he completely got rid of his pants and boxers. She took the base and her fingers barely connected around his cock, a sight that made him moan on his own.

He was looking down at her with his eyes begging for more, his breath staining when he felt the spit she had collected in her mouth go down his cock. She pressed her soft lips against his head, opening her mouth a little wider when she started to slide down his prick.

A choked moan left his throat at the feeling. She stopped immediately and looked up at him “You have to be quiet, we don’t wanna wake Abby up, do we?” He shook his head, his mouth slightly open “Good boy”

She went back and took him again, hollowing her cheeks around him and her head bobbing painfully slowly. She repeated the motions a few more times but never fully pulled back, and he could feel her warm tongue at different spots and his cum glossing over her lips.

The entire time he was trying his best to stay quiet, he knew he had to, but he couldn’t help himself with how good she was making him feel. He let out a soft moan as her head continued to pump his base to meet with her lips, and as her pace began to quicken the more desperate he was getting for a release.

It was taking everything in him to keep it together right now, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment to try and calm his urges. He let out a long breath, he needed more but he knew he had to be patient, but a particularly good suck made him involuntarily buck his hips up a bit. His eyes shot open as her hand lightly smacked the side of his thigh, warning him.

“Sorry, sorry, I- I’m sorry”

She continued to take him, and he was repeating in his mind he had to be more careful, but it was hard with the sight of his cock disappearing between her lips and her spit coating in his cock.

He was thankful when she started to go faster and deeper, she was sucking and licking repeatedly, her tongue tracing the vein along his cock as the weight laid heavy in her mouth. The pressure in his stomach was tightening with each pass of her mouth, letting both of them know he was close. He almost begged her to keep going, but the words ‘Don’t stop’ got stuck in his throat and a soft whimper replaced them. She had done that before, taking away the pleasure just moments before his release, but she wasn’t planning on doing that today, not when he was already having a hard day.

One of fists was taking a handful of the couch and the other was placed over his thigh, his nails digging his skin every time he felt his tip brush the back of her throat. The feeling of her spit drooling down onto his balls was what pushed him over the edge, and there was nothing he could do about it but cum.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming” He moaned as quiet as he could.

Her thumb circling his hand gave him the permission he was waiting for. It only took a couple more passes of her soft lips before he was shooting his release down her throat, his eyes screwing shut as he tried hard to keep every sound as low as possible.

She was working him through his orgasm, licking and swallowing every single drop of cum he was giving her. Once she took all of it, she pulled back, the smallest lick of her pink tongue rolling over his head to collect the last drop of release that was still there and a thin line of spit and cum was connecting his cock and her lips before breaking and falling over her chin.

Her gaze was glassy, her lips swollen and her hair a bit of a mess, but he swore that it was the most beautiful sight he had ever laid eyes on.

“Do you feel better, baby?” Her voice was as soft and innocent as ever, only adding to the filthy scene.

He swallowed hard before answering “Yes”

“Good. Are you gonna join me in the shower then?”

He watched her as she got up and made her way to the bathroom, his eyes following her. He wanted to get up and run to the bathroom, but he was still recovering from his orgasm.

“Mike” She whispered when she made it there, waiting for him to follow her “I’ll be waiting for you”

She entered completely and Mike heard the water running so he immediately got up, bursted into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. She smiled when she saw him, the bottom part of his outfit still gone.

Y/N let her sweats fall to the floor, her top joining shortly after. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath and she could almost hear him willing her to turn around to let him see more than just her naked back.

He decided to get rid of the rest of his clothes when she stepped into the shower. He joined her and he secretly admired her naked body.

She finally turned around, giving him a full view of her front, and her lips found his right away, he could taste the traces of his cum still on her lips. His hands travelled up and down her back as her hands landed on his hair. She lightly pulled his head back to give her more neck space, kissing and softly biting down his neck.

With the water muffling any sounds, he allowed himself to let out a moan slip past his lips “It’s my turn to come, yeah?” She whispered as her hand went down his body, finding his hardening cock.

He nodded frantically as his hips betrayed him again with a buck against her hand, but she let it slide this time. He rolled his head back to feel the water run down his face, taking a deep breath before grabbing her hips and lifting her up, holding her with her back against the wall.

They started kissing again, this time more desperate for each other, but especially Y/N who had been getting uncomfortably and painfully wet between her legs the moment she went down on him. Her front was pressed against his and she could feel his hard pressing against her tummy.

“Go on baby, I want you inside me” His response was a low grunt, so he positioned himself and slid his aching cock inside her, slowly moving in and out until she asked for more. He was going deeper with each thrust, and her eyes began welling up with tears at the complete ecstasy coursing through her veins. He went even deeper, hitting her special spot just right. Her walls began to tighten around every inch of him as his brows furrowed in pleasure.

“Faster” She whimpered and he happily obliged.

He quickly picked up a faster pace, her breathing becoming stained at the motions as her nails scratched down his back.

“Play with my clit baby, I know you can handle it” Her words made him moan but he did as she said. He positioned his left arm better to be able to hold her with it alone while his right hand found her clit between their bodies, the immediate feeling of pressure making her head fuzzy.

He motioned slightly faster, this time making small circles around it. The pressure had her crumbling against him almost instantly, as soon as he felt her legs begin to shake against him he started to thrust deeper into her.

By the way her eyes squeezed shut he knew she was close, and so was he, but he had to wait a little longer this time. Finally, that familiar feeling was coming closer and closer, the edge of her climax making her walls tighten around him and her mouth hanging open as moans of his pretty name fell repeatedly from her lips.

“You’re doing so good, baby” She breathed, the praise making him go deeper “Just a little more, I’m almost there”

Just a few seconds after that, the knot in the pit of her stomach became tighter and tighter, her soft moans flowing out of her mouth even more as the pressure sent her into complete bliss. Her entire body twitched against his, her head rolled back in pleasure.

His second orgasm followed shortly after, this time his cum staining her walls as his thrust became sloppy. He fucked himself through his overwhelming orgasm, prolonging hers.

When they were both done, he let her down gently, pinning her against the wall with one arm above her shoulder and his head pressed against the wall as he looked down at her body.

“Good job” She whispered into his ear.

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thefoxtherapist · 1 month

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Surprise Kisses!

tags: Sebastian x gn!reader, Shane x gn!reader, Leah x gn!reader, Abigail x gn!reader, fluff, kisses.

Sebastian made a face as oil dripped onto his cheek, it wasn't that he hated it, but the texture of the oil certainly wasn't great. He lowered his arms from the underside of his motorcycle, staring up at the various bits of metal.

He still couldn't figure out what was causing that-

A sharp exhale escaped him as the creeper he was on was pulled out from underneath him. A shadow was cast over him as he blinked up at the sky? You. You pressed your lips to his, surprising the poor programmer, dark green eyes widening.

"Just wanted to say hi on my way by." You stood back up, taking a step back, he felt you push the creeper back under his motorcycle. The man took a moment, setting the wrench down on the concrete beside him, he pressed his hand to his face and laughed.

"Love you too.." Sebastian snickered despite hearing your quickly receding footsteps on the grass.

Shane kicked rocks as he walked across town, it was too early, Joja Mart sucked, and he wanted to go back to bed. Or the saloon. But he tried not to go to the saloon as often as he used to. He kicked another rock, watching it skid across the floor.

"Shane!"

He stopped, turning his head to spot you rushing towards him. He didn't really high time, but he'd make time for you. Even if it was raining and soaking through his hoodie.

You stopped suddenly in front of him, arms shooting out to wrap around his waist. "What-" He was cut off by your lips on his, warm despite the rain. He tried to kiss back, but there wasn't much time before you were pulling away from him.

"Have a good shift! I'll see you after work!" He pivoted to watch you run off towards the beach bridge. Shane shook his head, continuing his way to Joja Mart, maybe his shift wouldn't be all that bad after all.

Leah looked out at the lake from her spot sat at the edge of the pier. She sighed, placing her sketchbook beside her, she couldn't quite find any inspiration for what she wanted to draw. The artist leaned back on her hands, tilting her head up to look at the sky.

She closed her eyes, trying to imagine something in her mind, pull from a different creative outlet. Something blocked the sun on her face, and she quickly blinked her eyes open. Purple eyes stared into yours and she squeaked.

You kissed her quickly, snickering as you pulled away from the surprised redhead. "That old tower is always so pretty when the flowers bloom on it!" You commented with a sigh, standing up straight.

"Not as pretty as you though! Bye, sunflower!"

Leah turned and watched as you ran back down the dock with a laugh, she felt the smile spread across her cheeks. She would never get tired of the endless inspiration you seemed to bring her. She picked her sketchpad back up.

Abigail looked around as she passed the sign beside the front path of your farm, smiling at the name plastered on the old wood. You were proud of what you built, and she was proud of you! If only she could find you.

She gasped when your arms wrapped around her from behind, your lips meeting the back of her scalp. "Hi, amethyst!" You greeted her, loosening your grip so she could turn in your arms in order to face you.

"And here I wanted to surprise you with a kiss."

The woman leaned forward, kissing your nose as she had intended to do all along. You beamed at her when she tilted her head back, always a great way to end the morning. "Did you need any help with the farm today?"

"Hm.." You trailed off, and she could watch your face change into an exaggerated thinking one. Abigail knew just from your expression you'd finished everything. "I think I have one carrot left to pick!" You grinned at her.

Abigail rolled her eyes and gave you another squeeze before managing her way out of your arms. "Then I guess I'll have to play my flute to encourage the plants."

"That's a great idea, amethyst."

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luveline · 8 months

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love you so much. your writing has been a light in my life for the last months. it's cute and lovely and just everything i need in my life. <3 i have chronic back pain and it's been bad the last couple of weeks. this keeps me inside and secluded most of the time and it eats me alive sometimes, moreso mentally than physically. the thought of having to deal with this the rest of my life is very overwhelming at times. could you maybe write something about aaron taking care of reader with chronic pain, maybe she's mad or sad or even pushes him away but he won't go and he loves her anyway. i feel like a guy like that would be all in no matter what. don't we all look for that kind of love? anyway, lovely to meet you and i hope you have a wonderful day/week/month/year/life. you deserve it *kiss* *flies away embarrassed* *love ya still and always*

thank you for requesting, I hope you get some relief soon my love ♡ —aaron draws you out of your bed and your bad mood. fem!reader

"Honey, let's get up."

It irritates you to hear Aaron phrasing it that way. Let's, like he's wasted the morning in bed with you. In reality, he's spent the last few hours working through a thousand and one chores in the kitchen while you rammed your head under a pillow. He's been up.

You try very hard to keep your annoyance to yourself. He's encouraging, not cruel. "I don't want to," you say.

Aaron's footsteps have the floorboards creaking softly. The pillow is lifted from your head gently, and an even nicer expression waits for you when you turn your sweaty head. You've been sleeping on your stomach in an unsuccessful attempt to stave the pain away.

"Hello, beautiful."

He says it to get you smiling. It's not unlike him to compliment you, but he usually does it in subtler ways. You look great tonight, or, That's an amazing colour on you, honey. This saccharine greeting makes you huff a laugh, but the huff hurts you worse, a slice of pain from somewhere in your shoulder down to the small of your back.

"Oh, fuck," you sigh. Quiet, dragging, your voice shudders with pain.

Aaron's brows pinch together. "I'm gonna help you up, yes?"

"I can't get up."

"I don't want to patronise you, but you know staying in bed too long only makes it worse. I'm going to help you up and we'll take a short walk. A lap around the house, that's all."

You shake your head, emotion burning behind your eyes. "No, I really don't want to."

Aaron sits down carefully by your hip, a big hand needling between the bed and your stomach. It feels nice to be held like that. The other perches on your hip, close to the epicentre of your pain. That's not so nice.

"Can I turn you over?"

You sigh unhappily. "Yeah. Okay."

All his care, Aaron turns you on your back. He doesn't give you time to think before he helps you into a sitting position, humming empathetically at your pained hissing, "I know, I know. I'm sorry, I just don't want it to get worse."

"It's worse now," you panic, hot tears collecting in the corners of your eyes as you squeeze them tightly closed.

"I know… You're doing well."

"I'm not doing well! It really hurts, Aaron, it– it's really hurting, it won't stop," you say, trying not to move too much as you talk. You're breathless with pain, that shattering of discomfort glowing like glass shards somewhere under the skin.

"You're doing well, honey, I don't know what else to tell you. This is doing well, considering. I don't wanna force you up but I won't watch you get worse."

"Then don't watch," you mutter, bringing a hand up to your eyes.

"Do you think I have a choice?" he asks, no cruelty or derision as he rubs your thigh. "I couldn't walk away from you if I wanted to, and I don't want to. So don't let's argue, honey." His voice drops to a crooning murmur. "Don't be mean to me. I love you."

"Aaron…" You put the back of your hand to your forehead. You love him, you don't mean to be grumpy, and you know for a fact that he doesn't hold it against you —if there's one man who could say 'I won't walk away' and have you believe it, no question, it's him. "I'm not being mean."

"No? You don't think so?" he asks, leaning in a touch.

You offer him a kiss. Mean women don't give affection to their boyfriends. Pleased, Aaron kisses you softly with his hand creeping up toward your hip, cautious with his hands. He hasn't ever been rough with you.

"'Don't let's argue,'" you quote as his kiss moves to the corner of your mouth. "That's so old-fashioned."

Eyes closed, heads craned together, the air between you is warm. You almost forget the twinging pain wrapping around your coccyx. Almost.

"I am old-fashioned," he says simply. Having noticed that you're in pain, Aaron pulls back from you and stands up, offering his hands. "Come on, let's take a lap and I'll forget all about your being mean to me. I'll even make you lunch."

His sentence might incite enthusiasm, but you still struggle to stand, and while you're reassured he'll stay with you, he can't erase the pain with nice words. "Will you hold an ice pack on me?" you ask.

"Of course I will."

"Thank you… I love you, sorry I didn't say it back. I was in a mood, I think."

Aaron smiles at your on-the-nose joking. "I love you, too. Let's ask Jack to come and walk with you."

"I thought you were walking with me?" you ask, knowing from his smile alone that he's about to make a joke bordering on pert.

"Jack's more your speed, honey."

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sebsbarnes · 2 months

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inked || tangerine

tattoo artist!tangerine x shy!freader

summary: you meet tangerine's friends for the first time

warnings: language

word count: 1.7k+

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a/n: def not my best work but i needed to post something to get me out of my writing slump :/

"f'the love of god, please," tangerine pinched his nose, "i'm not askin' for much."

lemon snickered before cooing at tangerine's pleading eyes. tangerine was desperate to get lemon, ladybug, and maria to not be crass fools for once in their lives. just a few minutes was all he was begging for, yes begging, tangerine begging that his friends be nice.

"first of all dude," ladybug started, chewing loudly on a piece of gum, "how did you even get a girlfriend. no offense but you're kind of a prick. secondly, you, with someone shy? no way, man."

"yes, she's shy," he hissed, "that's why i'm asking yous to not bring it up or make jokes 'kay?"

maria placed a hand on tangerine's arm, "we will be nice. stop stressing it's weird to see."

tangerine sighed, slumping further into the chair. he was anxious for you to meet everyone. it was a big step for him, he'd never introduced anyone, to, well- anyone and your personality was much different than the group's, a stark contrast to be exact. your appearance was warm and inviting but you were incredibly shy while the people you were soon meeting were intimidating and outgoing.

tangerine's eyes wandered over to his co-workers-turned-friends all hunched over either drawing on a sketchpad or setting up their station. maria was sanitizing some tools for her first appointment, lemon was crafting new designs for his portfolio, and ladybug was instructing his canvas on how to sit in the chair. all of them were covered head to toe in tattoos and piercings, often using their downtime to decorate each other's skin with new ink. tangerine's appearance mimicked his friends. he, too, was covered in ink that scattered up his thighs and torso to his arms and neck. most people raised a brow seeing the two of you together.

tangerine walked out the steps of the building and leaned against the wall. he placed a cigarette between his teeth hoping the nicotine would ease him. he felt bad, in a way, he didn't want to force you to meet his friends even though you insisted it was okay. he'd talk so highly of them and it felt good knowing tangerine was willing to take the steps to further the relationship.

"hiya hun," tangerine grinned, flicking the cigarette to the pavement as he saw you approach.

"hey tang," you smiled sweetly, placing the bags you were holding on the floor and wrapping your arms around his waist. tangerine raised a brow at all the bags you were holding to which you let out a small chuckle.

"well, this is the equipment that i came here for, and i know it was probably stupid of me but i felt like i needed to bring your friends something. i just want them to like me and really this is no big deal i wanted to. not-not just to win some sort of brownie points but because i... wanted to...?," you rambled, slightly cringing at yourself. tangerine looked down at the bags you had pulled open and inside was food from a place he had mentioned to you previously that he and his friends would often stop by after work.

"you're too sweet, love," tangerine placed a kiss on your forehead, "let's go inside, 'right?"

you pressed your lips in a tight line suddenly feeling anxious to step inside. tangerine propped the door open for you while holding most of the bags you brought. inside the tattoo shop, you were greeted with punk music and the sound of needles vibrating. no one picked their heads up at the sound of the door opening and you felt slightly uncomfortable, not knowing whether to say hello or wait for a pair of eyes to land on you.

ladybug picked his head up from his client and saw you, "ahh. so you're the girlfriend?"

"really, ladybug," tangerine hissed, irritated with his so-called greeting.

ladybug defensively raised his gloved hand while the other continued to shade in the tattoo he was working on, "i didn't mean it in a bad way! it was simply a question, right? i wasn't being mean," he peered up at you.

a small laugh escaped your nose, "no you weren't being rude and yes i am the girlfriend."

"see!"

tangerine excused himself to the back quickly, taking the new tattoo gun that was accidentally shipped to your apartment to a back closet. you stood idly observing the shop. there was sketch paper framed across the red walls displaying each of the artist's works, statues of skulls and ravens, and some dated concert posters taped to the ceiling. you felt yourself shrinking in the longer tangerine took to come back.

"tangerine's never mentioned a girlfriend before, how long ago did you start dating?" the only girl in the shop asked, who you could only conclude was maria.

"it's been a few months now," you replied, playing with your fingers.

lemon rolled over on his chair, "with the utmost respect, why the hell are you dating my brother? isn't he an asshole?"

you couldn't help the small laugh that bubbled up, "well, to other people yes, but he is super sweet to me," you noticed their raised eyebrows, "actually a complete gentlemen. i was stuck on the side of the road with car troubles and he pulled over and helped me out. we managed to get my car back to my apartment and tangerine even offered to come back the following day to continue working on the issue. from there, things progressed. i didn't know he had this asshole persona until we ran into one of his old friends, carver? carter? one of those. and that's when i learned he isn't always the nicest."

"yeah you're nothin' like him, i'm just surprised by-"

"the fuck did i say about interrogatin' her?" tangerine snapped at his brother, coming back over to you.

"tan it's okay," you said gently placing a hand on his arm, "they are allowed to ask questions."

lemon and him stepped to the side, hearing tangerine hiss that lemon was an idiot. they continued to bicker as you looked down at the table next to you, the words 'maria's portfolio' were scribbled on the cover. with every page flip you saw another beautiful tattoo or a photo of a fresh piercing.

"do you have any?" maria's voice startled you.

you glanced back over the picture of a heavily pierced ear, "no. no piercings or tattoos. kinda lame right?"

maria tsked, "not at all! everyone has their style preference. i didn't get my first piercing until my 20s and most people would guess otherwise."

she tucked her hair behind her ear showing off the metal and you noticed the rings looped around her lip and nose. it looked good on her, as if they had been there her whole life. tangerine always wore dangly earrings that you'd help pick out and he had more daring ones like his tongue.

"i've always wanted some, i think the nose ring looks cute but i'm too nervous," you sighed slightly. you were too intimidated to go to a piercing and tattoo shop to get it done and you never wanted to bother tangerine with the request. he didn't do piercings but if he did, you had a feeling you would have a few by now.

"well if you are feeling adventurous one day let me know or let tangerine know and i'll do it for you! it'd be an honor," maria winked.

"i appreciate that," you smiled.

"plus it would give me some girl time and i wouldn't have to entertain these losers the whole day," she pointed a thumb behind her shoulder.

you suppressed a laugh as tangerine joined you once more. though you found yourself at ease in maria's presence, you relaxed once tangerine's arm was situated around your waist. sure on the outside looking in you and tangerine didn't seem to fit but with him you've never felt more like yourself. with him, a better version of yourself comes out and a better version of tangerine comes out when he is with you. in a whisper, you told tangerine you needed to leave and he took the clue to announce your departure to the group.

"let me know if my brother is an ass to you!"

"nice meetin' ya!"

"i'm serious about that piercing! tell tangerine to let me know when you wanna get it!"

"it was nice meeting you all! and i'll be sure to tell tang!" you waved them goodbye as you exited the door and you heard ladybug cooing at your nickname for tangerine.

"how are you, doll? everything alright? how'd ya feel?" tangerine asked you, running his hands down your arm as you leaned against your car, the coldness of the rings adorning his fingers leaving goosebumps.

"they all seem nice, i was nervous," you bounced your head up and down, "but i'm glad it was brief. i-i think next time i'll be okay to be around them all longer," you hummed, "maria is cool and i think i'd enjoy hanging out with your brother. ladybug... he..."

"yeah," tangerine laughed, "he is a dick most of the time. he is too nonchalant and it doesn't always translate well. but, i am sorry they all kind of grilled ya a bit. i warned them, i said if they make a fuckin' scene i'll-" tangerine was starting to go red in the face as his voice became angry.

you quickly cut him off, "babe, i'm not offended at all. everyone has different personalities, 'kay? i'm fine, you're fine, and they are fine. i promise you. don't be sorry for anything."

tangerine sighed a bit rubbing circles on his temples. you leaned forward pressing a kiss to his lips. it's like you could see the stress and anger vanish from his body as his shoulders and jaw relaxed.

"make sure you all eat and if not then we will actually have a problem," you joked.

tangerine wrapped his arms around your shoulders, rocking you both gently. "i'll see you later today, drive home safe. love you, hun."

when tangerine walked back inside he saw his friends circling around the bag of food with questioning looks on their faces.

"yeah you assholes sat here interrogating the poor girl and she brought you lunch. dickheads," tangerine said pointedly, giving a slight shove to ladybug's shoulder.

the friends went quiet for a moment before lemon spoke up, "honestly, mate, you seem proper happy with her. she seems like a sweet girl and i'm sorry if i fucked up the first impression."

ladybug popped open the lid to one of the to-go containers, "yeah dude, your whole aura is different when she's around. you seem happier."

slowly a smile spread across tangerine's face. he felt his face run hot thinking of how happy his life has been since he met you. tangerine nodded his head, "that's my person."

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A Little Pain Never Hurt Nobody

Summary: Life was dull lately. You needed something to jump start you. You figure you may as well check out the local sex club, cause why not? You meet "professional" dom Suguru and he shows you a whole new world of pain and pleasure. You're in for a ride.

A/N: This is. Um. Yeah.

I purposefully didn't make it too extreme as this is your first time engaging in anything like this. I hope you enjoy.

P.S I've never been to a sex club so excuse me if this is completely wrong

CW: Smut, Masochism, Sadism, Impact Play, Flogging, Dacryphilia, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Spanking, Slapping, Face Slapping, Rough Sex, Aftercare, Sex Club, Top Getou Suguru, Alcohol, Choking, Dominance, Submission, Humiliation, Degradation, Biting, Dirty Talk, Name-Calling, Creampie, Praise Kink, Pain, AFAB Reader, Female Reader

W/C: 7,232

Credit to @benkeibear for the divider

Why were you doing this again? To be honest, you didn’t really know the answer yourself. Everything had just been so boring lately. You needed something to spice up your life. That’s what you told yourself at least, when you were standing in front of the club with blacked out windows.

It was a sex club specifically. It had always piqued your interest, but you were never crazy enough to actually check it out.

Not until now, apparently.

You wrap your trembling hand around the door handle, pulling it open to feel a blast of warm air. At least it was better than staying outside in the freezing temperature.

I’ll just check it out, I won’t stay for long. You told yourself.

When you entered you were greeted by a woman standing at a desk. She wore a bright white smile and a black choker.

“Welcome! ID please.”

“Oh, right.”

You fish in your purse to grab your ID to show to her. Were kids really dumb enough to try to sneak into this place? Scratch that, you remember being young and stupid.

“Have a good time!” She bids you, passing your ID back.

You give a nervous smile before walking further in, a blast of stimulation coming at you from all angles.

The lights were dim, but you noticed colorful shapes being projected around the room, dancing. In tandem with the lights, there were women and men on platforms moving their bodies to the rhythm of the music. And the music, it wasn’t as loud as a normal club, but it still just added to everything. It was almost too much.

You walk in, the exciting energy drawing you in further. People were in various stages of undress, but no one seemed bothered by the nudity.

A man passes you, his neck collared and leashed as he follows a woman in high heels. He smiles at you before the girl tugs the leash, pulling him further.

Okay, that’s new.

You hear a shrill sound, a woman screaming.

Your head whips to the direction of the noise, fear briefly settling in your veins before you remember where you are.

The sight that greets you confuses you.

A woman was strapped to a metallic x, her body completely nude baring her ass for the small crowd to see. Her bottom was tinged bright red. If you looked close enough, you thought you could see her skin begin to split open.

A man stood behind her, a crop held tightly in his hand. His eyes flicked to her face before back down, slamming the crop against her again.

She let out a wail causing you to jump. It looked like it hurt so bad.

And that excited you.

The man runs the crop over her skin, her sobs echoing as he teased her tender flesh. Long black hair cascaded down his back, thin eyes scrutinizing her.

Just as you were admiring his beauty, you noticed his gaze settle on you. You wanted to look away, but you just couldn’t. Not when his demanding authority had captured you.

The moment was over as soon as it started, and his attention was back to the woman. You force yourself to look away and head to the bar, suddenly feeling light headed.

You stand next to the shiny counter and the bartender struts up to you.

“What can I get you?”

“Just water.” You croak out, your throat feeling dry.

He turns around and passes you a bottle of water, free of charge, before attending to a different customer.

The cool liquid slides down your throat while you watch the scenes before you. The performance was seemingly over as the masses of people surrounding it had dispersed. Your gaze flickers across the dancers in front of you.

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?”

“Yes they,” you start, turning towards the source of the voice.

The man from earlier stood next to you, eyes on the dancers.

“Are.” You finish.

He was even more stunning up close. His hair was like satin, flowing down his back. Dark golden eyes, and he was tall.

He turns his head to you and smiles, seeing the way you admire him.

“You’re new here.” He strikes up a conversation.

You shuffle in place, looking down at your water bottle and back up.

“That obvious, huh?”

He gifts you a serene smile.

“I’ve never seen your face before, and you weren’t as calloused to the play scene.”

You fumble with the bottle, the sound of it crinkling filling the space.

“Don’t be embarrassed, everyone needs to start somewhere.” He comforts you.

One look at how genuine he seemed soothed your nerves. Earlier he exuded power, quiet dominance leaking from his pores. But now he seemed like a regular guy.

“I suppose you’re right.” You finish the water bottle and set it beside you.

“So what brings you here?”

“I was bored.”

He lets out a hearty chuckle at your response, his eyes closing.

“You were bored so you decided to go to a sex club for the first time?”

Heat floods through your cheeks, you were unsure if he was teasing you or not.

“I mean I’ve always been interested, just never got around to it.”

Another scene was unfolding, drawing most of the people away from you as they gathered to observe it. You almost thought you were going to have more breathing room that way, but somehow it was even more stifling. All of this man’s attention was on you, and there was no one around you to dull it out.

“What do you think so far?”

You played with your opinions in your head. It was strange, but you liked it. Everyone seemed happy here, and there were no aspects of a normal club that weighed it down.

“I like it. It’s a bit more than I expected, but it’s exciting.”

He seems satisfied with your answer. He flags down the bartender and orders a whiskey, before turning his attention back to you.

“And what did you think of the scene?”

The question jolts you. The air around it felt different than his first question. It almost felt like he was asking you to rate him.

“I-it was good. I liked it a lot actually.”

The air shifted around you, you were beginning to feel that commanding presence of his again.

“I’m glad.”

His voice runs a shiver up your spine and you have to will yourself to contain it.

His drink arrives and you watch as he brings his mouth to the rim, a small sip of brown liquid kissing his lips.

“Why did you start coming here?” You can’t help but ask.

The man turns to you with a smile.

“I like making people happy, and it��s something I enjoy.”

You press him further and he reveals more.

“People feel much more open here, like they don’t have to hide their true selves. It’s refreshing. I like seeing people’s genuine smiles.”

The answer simmers in your brain. You don’t know what you were expecting, but it wasn’t that. What a kind man. It was almost unbelievable he was the same one hitting the woman earlier.

“I’ve actually always wanted to do something like that.”

He sets his glass down and cocks a brow at you.

“From your scene, I mean.”

He turns his full attention to you. You piqued his interest.

“Why haven’t you?”

“I just didn’t know where to start. It’s kind of a bit scary.”

He seems to be contemplating something, eyes looking up. You watch as his finger taps the glass.

“I could always help, if you’re still interested.” He offers, swirling the amber liquid before tossing his head back, taking another swig.

It feels like gravel is in your throat now, settled somewhere between your voice box and tongue. The mushy pink muscle refuses to cooperate inside your mouth.

“It doesn’t have to be me of course. I can always see if someone else here would help if you would prefer that. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“N-no! I mean yes! That would be great, trying it with you, I mean.” You rush out, an overwhelming amount of heat rushing to your cheeks.

You think you see something akin to a smirk spark over his features before he nurses the reaction back down to something more neutral.

“Great.”

“So, are you like a professional or something?” You fiddle with your hair.

“More or less.”

He stands up and leans over the bar, rummaging around until he finds what he’s looking for. Orange post it notes and a pen.

You study his face while he looks down, scribbling his number onto the paper. His penmanship is surprisingly neat, something you weren’t used to seeing from men. Then again, something told you he wasn’t like most men.

“Here, text me if you decide you’re still interested. We can set something up and discuss hard and soft limits, and also share our results as we both should get tested first.”

You grip the paper once he hands it to you, eyes dancing across the conglomerate of numbers.

“You don’t have like, a business card or something?”

He lets out a chuckle, leaning against his chin as he watches you.

“I’m not that professional. I have a full time job and a life outside of this, it’s just something I do for fun. Although, I do have lots of experience, probably more than anyone else here.”

You clear your throat and look back down at the note. At the top, he wrote his name.

“Suguru.” You taste the sound of his name, letting the syllables fall from your lips.

“That would be me.” He says with a smile. “What would your name be?”

You tell him your name and try to not run away when you hear him repeat it back to you. Your name had never sounded so good before, you were sure of it.

“Alright, well if you decide you want to go forward just text me. We’ll get something figured out.” He drinks the rest of his whiskey, sliding a couple of dollar bills down before standing up.

You wave goodbye, your skin buzzing off the high from talking to him. He was such a good looking guy, and he seemed so kind. Was this real? Was he really going to help you experience something new?

There was only one way to find out.

~~~

You and Suguru had been texting for several days ironing everything out. He asked you what you were interested in trying, and it took you longer than you were willing to admit to come up with a list.

It was partly because you had no idea what you wanted to try. How could you pick? The other part of it was that it felt embarrassing sending him the list. Sure you met him at a sex club, and he offered to help, but it almost felt too vulnerable. You hadn’t even shared these fantasies with some of your boyfriends. Maybe that was why you agreed to let him help you. There was no personal connection, no fear of rejection.

After many hours, you were able to create a list.

Impact play

Choking

Hair pulling

Biting

Sensory play

It wasn’t the most extreme list. You were quite sure he had seen and done much worse, but you were still sort of scared. He complimented it once you sent it, and let you know to start thinking of safe words. You had heard of the idea before, so you knew you would have to pick them.

Along with the list, he also told you to get tested for any STDs, not that he didn't trust you he told you, but it was more procedure. He told you he was going to get checked as well.

The day came where you were to meet Suguru once more at the atmospheric spot. He told you to bring a change of comfy clothes, drink lots of water, and come on a full stomach. Having instructions to follow before sex felt weird in a way. It almost felt as though the scene had started before you arrived.

You checked yourself out one last time in the mirror in your bedroom. You wore a short black dress, complimenting all of your favorite parts of your body. Telling yourself you wore it only for you, but you secretly hoped Suguru would be pleased when he saw it.

You didn't know whether or not to be let down when his eyes didn’t linger over your body when you arrived. You found him talking with a couple of people, ones you recognized. It was the man on a leash and his owner. The man stood patiently behind her while she spoke with Suguru, a friendly demeanor between the two.

When he saw you, his eyes glanced down at your outfit then back up, excusing himself from the conversation. He rested his hand against your lower back, guiding you towards a long row of doors.

“Are we not doing it out in the main area?” You ask.

He glances at you with a smile before opening a door, a big room inside.

“No, it’s your first time. I wouldn’t make you do that. Unless, of course, you want to do it in front of everyone.” The lilt in his voice makes your hair stand on edge.

“N-no. Here is much better.”

He closes the door behind you, walking over to a chair. On it lies a piece of paper. He lifts it up and brings it over to you. It was his test results, all clean. You dig into your purse to bring your results out too and hand them over to him.

“Good. Are you on birth control?” He asks, eyes looking over the sheet.

You straighten up and open your mouth, nerves beginning to settle over you.

“Yes.”

“Okay.” Suguru sets the paper aside. “Oh actually, I wanted to talk about something on your list. We won’t be able to do the typical choking you’re probably thinking of. Too much risk involved so it’s not allowed in clubs like this. I’m sorry.”

You feel disappointment in your chest but you nod in agreement.

“That makes sense, okay.”

“Have you put any thought into the safe word? Most people use red, yellow, and green. Red for stop, yellow for slow down, and green for all good.” He suggests.

“I’ll do those then, if that’s alright.” You fidget with your fingers, digging into the side of your dress.

He smiles at you before looking down at the bag you brought.

“Oh! These are the change of clothes you asked me to bring. I also had lots of water and just ate.”

“Good girl.” He purrs, the sound of it instantly turning your face hot.

Suguru peers at you and smiles to himself once he notices your reaction.

“Oh, you’re gonna be fun.” He says, more to himself than you.

You dart your eyes away, finding it hard to look at him. So instead, you study the room you’re in. There was a floor length mirror, a large bed, and various sex tools on the wall. The room itself looked comfortable, if not for the daunting things that were meant to cause pain.

“So how do we um, you know, start this I guess? I’ve never done it before-“ you find yourself rambling.

Suguru closes the distance between the two of you, making you gasp out. His finger slides under your chin tilting your head up.

“Just relax, let me take care of it princess.”

His lips are on yours. They felt plush, molding to yours while his tongue slots in your mouth. You grasp his shirt for support. All oxygen had exited your body the second you felt him press up against you.

It’s not that you were against the idea, it was far from it actually, but you didn’t expect it to happen so fast.

Suguru’s large hand spans across your cheek, long fingers pressed into your skin. He walks you backwards until you hit a wall, and it takes everything in you to continue standing on your own. His tongue grazes against yours, drawing out a soft moan from you.

“How cute.” Suguru pulls away to speak, instead choosing to place kisses down your neck.

“A-ah!” You dig your fingers into his shoulder, feeling his teeth graze against your sensitive flesh.

He doesn’t bite down like you expected. Instead, he decides to continue sliding his tongue down your neck, occasionally bumping his teeth against your throat. It was as if he was reminding you that he could bite, but he wasn’t going to, not yet at least.

One thing you should know about Suguru is that he enjoyed playing with his food first.

Suguru pulls back and looks down at you. Your eyes were glazed over, a mix of both your salivas coating your lips.

“Wore this for me, huh?” He asks, fingers trailing down your dress.

The way he stood over you commanded dominance. You had never experienced such a thing before. But in that moment you knew you would do anything he asked.

“Yes.” Your voice trembles.

Suguru hums while he further analyzes you. He didn’t know where to start. You gave him a good list, but he also didn’t want to scare you or hurt you, at least not in a bad way.

“You’re so kind to wear this baby, but I’m gonna need you to take it off now.” His voice commands.

You pull off the dress, tossing it to the floor before looking up at him expectantly. He chuckles darkly, reaching a thumb up to drag over your lip. He swipes the saliva away, letting his finger slide down your chin, down your chest until he reaches your stomach. There was a predatory glint in his eyes, one that made your skin crawl. He grips your waist hard, turning you around.

“Turn around.” You follow what he says and face the wall.

Suguru stands back and admires your form as you follow his directions. He looks at your underwear, a lacy thong, before looking back up. Your body trembles beneath his gaze, the weight of those feline eyes searing into your back.

He steps back to grab a tool, one of many in his arsenal. It was a flogger, the handle of it fitting comfortably in his palm as he steps back closer to you.

“This is called a flogger. People use it as a whip. I’m going to strike you a couple times, and I want you to tell me how it feels.”

“O-okay.”

He desperately wants to correct you on your manners, the urge tickling the back of his throat. He much would have preferred a “yes sir”. But this is your first time, so he refrains. If you visit again though, he won’t be so lenient.

Suguru raises his hand, brandishing the flogger, before bringing it back down against your ass. The feeling jolts you, your body jumping up in response. It didn’t hurt per se, but you could definitely feel it. He must’ve been holding back, and that fact irked you a bit.

“How was that?” His voice remains steady.

“It was okay.” If only you could keep your voice as steady as his.

He hums in response before bringing the whip back down on your other cheek. This time was much harder, sending a shock of pain across your skin. The pain traveled straight to your pussy where you feel yourself clench around nothing, the act somehow more painful than the whip.

“Better?” He asks, flicking his eyes up to look at your head.

Your head was turned sideways, your lip caught between your teeth. You wanted to try things like this, always intrigued by the idea of pain during sex. But you had no idea it would feel this good.

“Better, feels good.” You admit, inhibition slowly falling.

Suguru strikes you again, this time even harder than the last. Heat spreads across your ass, the action making you moan out. Pure ecstasy. Your arms tremble as you keep yourself against the wall.

Your eyes dart to the side to catch a glimpse as best as you can of the man. He looks nothing short of a god behind you, tall and unwavering. His raven locks flow down his shoulders, keen eyes focused on your figure.

Suguru sets the flogger down before pulling a hairband out, dragging his fingers through his hair as he gathers it all into a bun. Can’t have any hair getting in the way of his vision, after all.

He picks the flogger back up and drags it across your backside, sending goosebumps across your skin.

“Keep your face forward.” There was that commanding voice again.

You snap your head forward once more, eyes boring into the wall in front of you. Anticipation settles in your veins, heart racing at the idea of him hitting you again.

“I'm going to keep going, and I want you to count after every single one.”

“What happens if I lose count?”

“Don’t.”

He strikes you once more, a sob racking your body. A temporary moment of bliss settles over your bones before you remember what he told you to do.

“One.”

“That’s a good girl.”

Again. Again. Again.

Each strike was more painful than the last. Every time he made contact with your skin, you jumped forward and groaned out.

He continues bringing the flogger down on your ass, each time making you cry out. Your voice shaky each time you counted. Tears were blearing your eyes from the pain, from the pleasure. You find it hard to stay standing up, the room spinning around you and your knees almost buckling underneath you.

Suguru keeps his eyes trained on your ass, noticing the beginnings of marks start to form. It pleased him greatly to see your skin react, the mere sight causing his slacks to tighten.

“F-f-f-fifty!” You sob.

Suguru sets the flogger down and spins you around, almost groaning from the sight of your tear stricken face.

“Did so good princess. What’s your color?” He asks, dragging his hands up your shoulders, rubbing your skin soothingly.

It was almost hard to believe those hands were the same ones causing you so much pain.

“Green, green.” You look up desperately at him, needing to know what else he had in store for you.

He brings a hand up, the back of his forefinger swiping beneath your lash line under both sides. He watches the way your tears coat his skin, and it takes everything in him not to bring his finger up to his mouth to lick off the salty remenents of the calamity he caused.

“Good.” He says.

He didn’t even break a sweat, meanwhile your chest was heaving like you ran a marathon. A part of you was desperate to see him at his worst, see what he looked like when he really went all in.

“Get on your knees.” His voice was soft but demanding.

You sink to your knees and look up, waiting for more instructions. He smoothed a hand over your head before bringing you closer.

“You know what to do from here. Unless, that pretty brain of yours is already too far gone.”

You look down at the hard bulge in front of you. His pants were hardly doing anything, you could see the outline of it all. Your hands reach up and fumble before finally successfully dragging his pants and underwear down, his cock jumping out.

You feel drool pile up behind your lips, your tongue feeling too heavy in your mouth. You had been with guys before, but you were sure no one compared to him.

His angry tip stands at attention while you bring your lips down, popping his cock in your mouth. It felt somehow larger in your mouth than it looked, and it didn’t look small. It fills you to the brim, your cunt throbbing as his heavy cock rests against your tongue. Suguru hisses at the feeling of your wet mouth engulfing him. He was sensitive and needy. Hearing your cries got him more riled up than he had led on.

Your tongue slides around his cock while you take more into your mouth. His cock slides down your throat, oxygen slowly depleting from your lungs. Suguru keeps his hands to his sides, merely observing you. It felt like you were putting on a show for him.

Spit begins to flow freely from your lips, dripping from the corners of your mouth while you move your head back and forth along his cock. There was a fire underneath you, the raw flesh of your ass clawing at you.

You couldn’t focus on that though, there was only him.

“Oh right, you said you wanted to try choking right?” He begins.

You look up at him, your eyes starting to water again.

“Take all of it in and hold it.” He demands. “You can manage that, can’t you pretty baby?”

You squeeze your eyes shut while you slide down further, his pubic bone meeting your nose. You couldn’t breathe at all, your body quickly setting off alarms to get you to back off. But he gave you an order, and you intended on listening to it.

You couldn’t breathe. You needed to breathe. But, you didn’t want to. The feeling of lightheadedness made your clit throb. Knowing that his cock was in control of whether or not you deserved oxygen.

Suguru chuckles softly and leans his head back, closing his eyes. He could feel the way your throat clenched around him, feel your lips adjust around him.

After what felt like an eternity he finally looked back down at you. Something akin to pride laces his features.

“Release.” With that, you tear your head away, gasping as air fills you once more.

Long strings of saliva connects you to his cock, lewd in a way that almost made you flustered.

“Continue.”

You slide his cock back into your mouth once you feel able. You’re more faster the second time around, your throat having already been melded into the shape of his cock. His brows furrow while he watches you, groans escaping his mouth.

You decide you could do this forever. Nothing else mattered when you were pleasing him, you would continue to do so if he let you.

However, he had other plans.

“That’s it.” He says, pulling his cock from you.

You go to wipe the tears and spit from your face but he grabs your wrist before you’re able.

“Leave it.”

Suguru helps you to your feet, the action once more astoundingly sweet. It was making your head rush being surrounded by the two versions of him.

He grabs your arms and brings them up, placing them on his shoulders. He looks into your eyes as he gets on his knee, his hands ghosting over your waist.

“I’m going to take these off now.” He says, giving you room to stop him.

But you don’t.

You watch as he looks down, his face right in front of your pussy. He hooks his hands on the band of your underwear, sliding them off your legs. You lift one leg up at a time, suddenly grateful you have something to hold onto.

Suguru drops your underwear to the side and runs his hands up your thighs. He places a kiss on your tummy before standing to his full height again, his hands reaching behind you to unclasp your bra.

There was nothing to feel ashamed about. He had already seen you go through more than anyone else had, so why did you have to fight yourself to remain neutral as he took your body in?

His features look serene as his gaze drags across your body, no detail going unmissed.

“Stunning.” He looks back up at you, capturing your attention.

Your throat feels dry as you scramble for a response.

“Thank you.”

“Did you know you’re dripping, princess?”

Your thighs clench together and you feel the slick coating your inner thighs. You grimace and nod.

“Is this from getting whipped or from sucking my cock?”

“Both.”

Suguru hums in satisfaction, looking back down between your legs.

“Want some help with that?”

Your heart lurches in response but you timidly nod, following him as he leads you to the bed. It’s much softer than it looks, the comforter giving your ass some reprieve as you lay down on the side of the bed. Suguru spreads your legs, watching as the low light catches on the glint of your leaky core.

He bends down, placing gentle kisses down your chest as he goes. Suguru looks up and notices how your nipples begin to harden as his administrations. So damn sensitive. How adorable.

He travels down until he’s placing kisses closer to your pussy. The feeling was teasing in nature, but you didn’t want to rush him. Clearly he knew what he was doing. You might as well enjoy the ride.

Suguru places a kiss on either side of your pussy before pulling away, pupils focusing in on your unmarred thighs.

Oh, no that won’t do.

He gets in closer bringing his mouth to your skin. Your body reacts before you can even register what’s happening. Your legs try to clamp shut but his strong hands are holding them open. Looking down you notice that Suguru had bit into your inner thigh, his dark eyes staring right back at yours.

The sensation was unlike anything you had felt before. His teeth dig into your flesh, your mouth hanging open as you watch him. Suguru sucks lightly, his tongue darting out over the bite mark before pulling away. The sting of it spreads throughout you, but pure pleasure does as well. Who knew pain from so many different things could feel this good?

Suguru closes his eyes before bringing his mouth to the other side, teeth digging into your other leg. You moan out, fighting to keep your legs open for him. There was dynamite going off underneath your skin, you were positive of that.

He couldn’t wait any longer. He pulls away from your leg and draws himself in closer towards your throbbing pussy. He holds back a coo when he notices your hole clench.

He darts his tongue out, flicking it against your clit to test you. And just as he expected, you let out a desperate moan. Your reactions were driving him crazy, each noise causing his mind to reel.

Suguru dives in completely, his lips encasing your clit. You wanted to cry from the pleasure, his tongue working magic against your sensitive clit. He drags one hand away from your thigh to bring up to your pussy, feeling as though it deserves to be filled.

A finger works its way inside you, immediately hooking against your gspot. You laugh incredulously before tossing your head back, reveling in the pleasure he was indulging you in.

It was almost criminal how good he was.

His tongue dances across your clit while he slides a second finger in, both of them slowly working your gspot. You had never been brought to cumming so fast before, you would be ashamed if only it didn’t feel so good.

Your moans bounce off the walls of the room, the sound filling Suguru’s ears. You keep your eyes clamped shut in fear of what you might do if you saw the sight in front of you.

Suguru knows before you do, your pussy tightening around his fingers. He fucks you harder with them, sucking your clit as you cum. It feels like an out of body experience as he fucks you through it, bringing you down until your groans die out and the sound of your heavy breathing fills your ears.

He pulls his fingers out of you, swiping them against his tongue. Sure, he had many clients before now, but none of them were as sweet as you. It almost felt wrong to call you a client, this experience felt different compared to previous ones.

You peel your eyes open and watch as Suguru brings himself on the bed, his face hovering over yours.

“You’re cute when you cum,” he starts. “Cute when you cry too.”

You force your head to turn, staring away from him. The compliment simmers in your gut while you feel the body heat between you grow.

“Yeah, okay.” You murmur, self conscious.

“I’m serious.” He brings a finger under your chin to guide your gaze back to him.

As much as you want to disagree, you can see the truth his eyes hold. He was so damn kind. Many people would disagree with you. They would say no one who was a good person would enjoy hurting other people. But you knew the truth. Suguru was a kind man.

“You ready?” He asks.

Excitement bubbles up and you part your lips, telling him you are.

He presses his lips down on yours, wanting to share a tender moment before he fucks the life out of you. He locks his fingers into yours on either side of your head, before pulling away.

“Hands and knees.” His rough persona is back.

You crawl up on the bed, facing away from him. He takes a moment to appreciate the scene in front of him, your beaten ass on display as your cum drips down your legs. A new world wonder, if he was being honest with himself.

Suguru slides his shirt off, throwing it off to the side by your dress. Heat flickers beneath his skin as he watches you. He smooths a hand over your back as he grips his cock and rubs it between your sticky folds. The anticipation was killing you, knees practically shaking from the suspense.

Suguru slides into you, your walls struggling to accommodate him. Your mouth hangs open as he nudges into you. Nothing had ever felt so good, the pressure of his cock filling you to the brim.

“God damn it, princess.” You think you hear him say.

He sets a steady pace, wanting to slowly build up before getting back into the roughness of it all. His hips push into you a couple of times before he picks up speed. You moan out each time his cock plunges into you. You would have gotten lost in it if he didn’t snap you out.

Suguru threads his finger in your hair, getting a firm grip before he pulls it back. He holds it in a tight grasp, pain searing throughout your head.

Each part of you throbbed. Your ass, your thighs, your head. But somehow you craved more. Craved more pain. Craved more Suguru.

Suguru bares his teeth as he fucks you, your pussy tightening around him each time he yanks your hair.

Each thrust causes your mind to blank. He was fucking all sense out of you.

Suguru releases your hair before gripping your shoulder, yanking you back until your shoulder blades meet his chest. He reaches around in front of you, gripping onto your jaw, leaving you no room to look away as he tilts your head back.

His hand digs into you, pain settling in your face as he holds you.

“Tell me how it feels.” He sounds nearly breathless, his eyebrows knitted up in pleasure as he looks at you.

You furrow your brows as you look up at him, attention being split between his cock fucking into you and his hard grip on your face.

“H-hurts.” You murmur, your pushed up cheeks making it hard to talk.

Suguru’s breaths quicken, heart pounding as he thrusts into you.

“Yeah? Hurts?” Excitement leaks from his voice.

You nod and let out a sob when his cock presses against your gspot, his grip tightening.

“What do you think about the pain?”

“L-love it. Love the pain. Love when you hurt me.”

Suguru audibly swallows, throwing his head back as he lets out a low groan.

“Think you can handle more, princess?”

You agree, your mind swimming. He looks down at you again and releases your head, but keeps you pressed against him.

His hand makes contact with your cheek, a sting instantly spreading across your face. He slapped you. And you liked it.

Suguru does it once more, the force heavier this time. You moan out when he makes contact, all the while his cock punishing your insides. Endorphins swim in your head, muddling all remaining sense. You brace for impact once more, only to be met with nothing.

He doesn’t slap you again.

“Color?” You’re amazed he can even remember asking that while he’s doing this.

“Green, oh, green.”

Suguru smacks you again, his cock fucking you harder. You weren’t even aware you could moan this loud, but leave it to Suguru to give you a bunch of firsts.

Your eyes roll back as he slaps you again. He feels a deep satisfaction spread through him as he watches the pleasure dart across your face. That’s what all this was about, after all.

Suguru pushes you back down and you barely catch yourself, your hands holding you up. He puts one hand on your waist, placing the other one in your hair again. The loud noises from your connected sexes get louder, your pussy dripping even more as his cock drags inside you.

He pulls your head up, forcing you to stare in the mirror across the bed.

“Look at yourself.” He wills himself to say.

To say you looked debauched would be an understatement. Your face was a mess, tears streaming down your puffy cheeks. You couldn’t see your ass or the inside of your thighs in the mirror, but you didn’t have to see them to feel they were there. They hadn’t been hurt in awhile now, but the wounds still ached something fierce. You briefly wondered how long they would hurt. Hopefully for a long time.

“You look filthy. Utterly ruined.” His cock punches into you.

“Ohhh, fuck, FUCK!” You all but yell as his cock bruises you from the inside out.

Suguru moans behind you, going back and forth between looking at your face in the mirror and how his cock looks when he pulls it out.

He pulls his hand away from your hip and reaches down, instantly finding your swollen clit. Your body lurches forward once he makes contact, drawing tight circles around you.

“Yes! Yes!” Your voice is raw as it leaves your throat.

Suguru’s hips stutter as he feels you get closer to the edge. He keeps a tight grip on your hair, loving the way you wince each time he holds tighter.

“Fuck, you’re soaking. Pussy’s so good. Such a pain slut. You my little pain slut?”

You nod even though it causes more pain to spread across your head. Maybe that’s why you do it.

“Yes, I’m your, your pain slut.”

Suguru groans out a curse, his fingers continuing their ministrations.

“Gonna cum from getting knocked around?”

Your stomach tightens, moans increasing.

“Yes! Oh, fuck, fuck yes.” Your eyes clamp shut as you feel it start.

You cum around Suguru’s cock, your pussy squeezing his cock as you shake beneath him. The earth shattering feeling catches you off guard, electricity shooting through your body.

You register a groan from behind you before he pumps into you one more time before his cock shoots cum out, filling your spasming walls.

It takes you a minute to recover, each gasp of breath bringing you back down to earth.

Suguru slides out of you carefully, eyes drawn to the way the milky white cum seeps from your abused hole. He pushes back his bangs that came loose before going to the bedside table, rummaging around until he finds a towel.

His touch is careful as he cleans you up, fingers ghosting over your sensitive skin as he wipes away all remnants of his cum.

Suguru sets the soiled cloth aside before aiding you in sitting up. You whimper as your ass makes contact with the back of your calves. Your skin was on fire. He places each hand on either side of your face, the action instantly calming.

“How are you doing?” His soothing voice comes out.

Your eyes feel heavy as they look back up at him, his features washed over with concern.

You reach out and ball your fist against his toned chest.

“I’m okay.” Your voice sounds far away.

Suguru pulls one hand away and grabs a water bottle that sat next to the bed. He brings his other hand to it and cracks it open, passing it to you.

You grab it, tilting your head back as the cool water rushes down your throat. You take a couple of gulps before passing it back.

Instead of the sharp pain from each of your wounds, you’re body settles into a dull ache. The wounds were definitely there, and they were pleasing.

Suguru gets into the bed next to you and opens his arms.

“Come here.” Another command, one that was much softer.

You’re confused by the gesture but you scoot closer to him nonetheless, laying down until your head is directly over his heart. He was still shirtless, only his pants remaining but they were pulled back up and closed.

“This is an important part of each session. I’m not going to hurt you and send you packing.” He explains, his thumb stroking your arm.

His warmth seeps into your bones and you find yourself curling up closer to him.

“That’s sweet of you.”

“It’s the bare minimum.” He gently says, moving his head until he can see your face.

Your eyes were closed but you were still very much awake, if not hanging on by the tiny grasp of consciousness you still had.

“How did you feel about it?”

You try to articulate your thoughts, many feelings surging through your body.

“I really liked it.”

“None of it was too much?”

“No, it all felt really good.”

Suguru moves his head back as he gets comfortable. He had rented the room out for 24 hours, not knowing how long the session would last or how long you would want to relax after. He had no timeline, willing to stay here for as long as you needed.

The contact with his skin was helping bring your heart rate down, the adrenaline exiting your body. Your body was sore, and probably would be for the next couple of days.

“Thank you for helping me with this, I mean, giving me my first experience.”

Suguru smiles above you.

“No problem. I enjoyed it too.”

You feel giddy at his admission. Now that you had done this once, you weren’t sure you could get enough of it. You were already thinking about what your next scene might look like.

“Could we do it again?”

“Hm, I don’t know, I feel like you should rest a couple of hours first at the very least.” He ponders, obviously teasing you.

You click your tongue.

“You know what I mean.” You say with a shy smile.

Suguru chuckles above you.

“I’m kidding. We can do it again. You know where to find me.”

You smile against him, your eyes shutting. Sleep overtakes you, the feeling of success spreading throughout your body.

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No One Here Is Alone

Elks Chapter 2

Chapter Rating: T. (Nothing explicit for the first few chapters.) Chapter Summary: Joel has you over to begin your mural for him. Two nights of painting, two nights of Joel making you dinner, two nights of him always looking at you the way he does, and one walk home under a shared umbrella. Chapter Warnings: None really, it's just soft Jackson Joel making you spaghetti and soup. You drop paint on your thigh and Joel watches you clean it up. Joel brings you a pillow for your aching knees. Words: 4,100 Pairing: Jackson Joel Miller x Female Reader Series Summary: Life in Jackson is quite comfortable and simple for you. You love teaching your students and running your library, you love the comforts of living here, perfectly complacent with the company of your two cats, guitar, tattered CD book, and a few friends. You like comfortable and simple, though the feelings you feel whenever you see Joel Miller are quite the opposite. Once you meet him, it seems like he needs you in his life as much as you need him. Reader Background: Reader is in her 30's and comes from Colorado. No other physical descriptors besides her having long enough hair to put up. A/N: Just a reminder that this is super soft. Definitely very little angst and conflict. Sometimes it's nice to escape with a big ol' comfortable Joel Miller blanket.

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“Radio Cure” by Wilco.

It’s Monday evening and you’re too nervous to begin the week. You never thought you’d find yourself in this situation, stood in front of Joel’s house clutching your messenger bag stuffed full of art supplies. Three quick knocks on the door and a deep breath to steel your nerves.

“Hi,” Joel greets you as he opens the door, “come in.”

“Hey,” you try to calm your smile when you see him grin down at you.

"Let me show you the room where I'd like it."

Joel leads you into his home, to a makeshift studio of sorts right off of the living room. It's filled with various wood workings, half carved animals, shelves of tools, and a long work table. You'd never expect it, but Joel is an artist like you.

You love the space, it's so open and warm. Lived in and utilized, you're so happy places like this still exist in people's homes.

A couple of guitars well past their time sit leaning against a wall.

“You play?” You ask as you nod towards them.

“Been playing almost my whole life. You?”

“Same, my guitar broke a few weeks ago,” a sad sigh escaping, “there’s a big hole in the side now.”

“Bad luck. Your stereo and your guitar?”

“Afraid so. It’s very quiet in my house.”

“They’re broken over there, but I just haven’t gotten around to fixing ‘em, I’m sure I could easily repair one for you.”

“Joel, you— that’s very nice, but I wouldn’t ask you to do that for me.”

“No, s’okay, I like fixing things.”

“Wish I could fix things. By the time I would be done with trying to repair something it’d be a pile of sawdust.”

A huff of air releases out of Joel’s mouth, his smile making a dimple you’ve never seen before appear. God, he’s gorgeous. “You’re funny, I can see why Ellie likes you.”

You can feel a blush creep up your chest and bloom into your cheeks. “Where would you like me to draw the mural?” Your question used as a way to cut through the nervousness inside of you.

“Was thinking over on this wall with the window, I can see it from my chair in the living room.”

The wall is large and empty. You’re not sure if the cream hue is the original paint color or colored that way from age. It’s a perfect spot.

“Good choice. Do you want the whole wall?”

“The whole wall.”

“Just bluebells?”

“Just bluebells.”

“Perfect.”

You take the pencil resting in the chest pocket of your overalls out, place it against the wall, and begin to lightly sketch a bluebell on Joel’s wall. You can feel his eyes on you, his large body taking up most of the doorway. You urge yourself to focus on your art and not the fact that you can hear his inhales and exhales echoing against his walls and floorboards.

Joel clears his throat. “I’ll just be in the kitchen making my dinner, did ya’ eat?”

“No,” you say turning back to look at him, “but I can eat after I’m done here.”

“Have more than enough here for another person, Ellie’s at Dina’s tonight. You like pasta?”

“Of course I do, I’d starve if I didn’t. Shelf stable.”

Joel chuckles, “I’ll be cookin’, just holler if you need anything. Help yourself to any of the supplies I have in here.” You nod as Joel turns and walks down the hall.

You go back to sketching as your mind floats around how everything already feels so comfortable with Joel, he’s been nothing but kind to you, nothing like the hushed rumors and stories that float all over Jackson about him.

— —

“What a beautiful face,

I have found in this place,

That is circling all ‘round the sun,

What a beautiful dream...”

The hairs on the back of your neck stick up as the music begins. It’s been quiet for the past half hour, the only sound is Joel moving about in the kitchen and your pencil against the wall. He’s playing your CD. You’re all alone and yet you still try to clear the grin that’s formed on your lips. You tuck your pencil behind your ear and walk to the kitchen to find Joel moving the pot of cooked pasta over to the sink to drain. You try not to stare at the way his biceps stretch the sleeves of his shirt, the steam floating into the air around him, he looks like a dream. Domestic bliss, it’s the only way you can describe it, happening right in front of your eyes.

“Neutral Milk Hotel,” you say as you stand in the doorway. You begin to rub your daisy pendant, you wonder when he’ll notice it’s a tell whenever you begin to remember the past.

“S’a pretty good song.” Joel turns toward you, his eyes moving to focus on your fingers moving along the petals.

“Thanks for putting this on, I missed hearing music.”

“When’d your player break?” Joel’s eyes still focused on your daisy pendant.

“A little over a week ago at this point. I lived without a stereo for close to 15 years. Went through all of my 20’s without hearing my music while I was in the QZ, my CD’s sat in a crate next to my bed all those years. I got used to them existing almost like photographs, circular snapshots of memories… silent and incapable of their original use,” you muse. “When I got here and walked into my house the first thing I saw was a small boombox on the shelf, I almost passed out when Maria told me it worked. It had to be repaired a few times and Gordon kept warning me that it wasn’t built to last. Took it to him the day after it broke for good and he let me know nothing could be done. I felt like I lost a limb.” You ramble sometimes, you know this, you always have. You like talking, especially when you’re comfortable. Joel makes you comfortable.

“M’sorry,” Joel says as he begins to dish the pasta and sauce out into two bowls.

“Thanks, I still have other things to fill up my time so it’s not as bad as I’m making it seem. I know it’s a luxury and I know I can live without it. It’s just… the noise kept me company, you know?”

“I do,” Joel says as he places the bowls of food on his table, his eyes still not leaving you.

He’s always looking at you, watching you, as if he can’t look away. You’d do the same if you weren’t so scared he’d catch you. You sense Joel doesn’t care if he gets caught.

You sit down at his table. The glow of the sunset filtered through the window sets everything in an orange tone. Coffee rings cover Joel’s wooden table top, a sign he probably never cleans up his mug until after he’s home in the evening. The smell of tomatoes, garlic, and onion from the bowl of pasta in front of you tantalizes you.

“This looks delicious,” you say as you pick up your fork.

“Sauce was made by Maria, she takes pity on my kitchen skills and makes sure Ellie and I are well fed.”

“She’s great,” you say through a bite. “So is Tommy.”

He nods.

You fall into a shared silence as you both eat. You can’t even think of the last time you had dinner with a man, let alone one that that cooked for you.

“This is my favorite song on your CD,” Joel speaks up as a slow and haunting song starts to play.

“Cheer up, honey I hope you can,

There is something wrong with me,

My mind is filled with silvery stars”

“‘Radio Cure’ by Wilco. One of my favorite bands. My only CD of theirs is so scratched it no longer works… this is the only song I have now.”

You sit back and close your eyes as you listen and mouth the words.

“S’beautiful,” Joel says as you open your eyes and find him watching you again. “The song’s beautiful.”

Your heart skips a beat at the way he speaks his words out. So soft and deep, you wonder if he talks to anybody else this gently.

“If you like it, keep my CD, please. You’ll get more use out of it than I will now.”

“I’ll borrow it until you get a new CD player,” Joel says as he stands. “You’re welcome to come over and listen whenever you want. You can bring your other CD’s over if you’d like.”

“Goodness. I appreciate that.”

“Glad to help.”

“I”m going to go back to drawing before it gets any darker,” you take your bowl over to Joel, “I really enjoyed dinner, thank you.”

“‘Course.” Joel takes the bowl from your hand and deposits it into the soapy water.

You go back to the woodworking room, pick up your pencil and continue delicately sketching flowers on his wall.

— —

“It really, really, really could happen,

Yes, it really, really, really could happen

If the days they seem to fall through you

Well, just let them go”

You hum along to your favorite Blur song, the eighth track on your CD.

“Did ya’ want another light in here?” Joel’s deep voice shocks you. You jump and spin staring wide at him leaning against the doorway. You don’t know how long he’s been there. “S’getting dark in here.”

“Joel! Y—yeah, that would be great. I just want to finish up the first outline tonight.”

Joel nods and heads over to the large cabinet in the corner and pulls out a work light as you turn back.

“This’ll help,” he grunts out as he plugs it in and turns it on. “It’s lookin’ really… nice so far.”

“Thanks, I love the process of beginning a large piece like this, it makes me so excited for what it’s going to look like when it’s all done. Breaking it down into small steps first and then once they’re all connected it makes one cohesive piece of art.” You’re talking too much again.

“No wonder Ellie’s always so excited about art, when you put it all that way.”

You nod without looking back at him, choosing to focus on your sketches. You wish you could just choose to stay quiet sometimes.

“Just going to be in the living room reading my book, lemme know if I can help.” Joel offers.

“Thanks.”

You hear him sigh as he sits down in his chair. The chair he can sit in and look at your mural, the chair he can sit in and watch you work. Your insides twist as you feel like you’re being watched by him, you like it.

You round each small petal making every flower perfect for Joel’s eyes.

Sometimes you hear a page turn in between tracks, sometimes you hear a sniff or a throat clear, you actually wish there wasn’t any music so you could only hear Joel.

— —

“Okay,” you step back from the wall shaking out and stretching your overused hand.

“Finished for the night?” Joel asks as he stands and walks into the room. “It’s really beautiful,” he says as he stares at your preliminary sketch.

“Thanks, there’s still a lot that has to be done, but I’m really happy with how it’s looking so far.” You back up to stand next to him. “When do you want me to come back?”

“Tommy and I’ll be on patrol tomorrow until Wednesday night, Thursday works?”

“Yep. Same time?”

“Same time. I’ll make dinner again.”

“You really don’t have to.”

“S’okay, I want to.”

“If you want to,” you say as you bend over to pick up your bag. “I’m going to head home. Close to my bed time.”

He watches as you blink your tired eyes. His mouth forming a half smile as he watches you hide a yawn.

Joel accompanies you to his front door. “G’night. See you Thursday.”

“Good luck on patrol. Good night.” You walk out of his house without looking back at him. Joel’s watching you again, you can feel it.

You go home with the wood smell of Joel’s workshop permeating your clothing and your skin. You sleep in your shirt because it smells like his home.

— —

Thursday, you find yourself at Joel’s in your overalls again. Though today you’re wearing your oversized flannel for warmth and shielding yourself and your box of paints under an umbrella from the pouring rain. Joel opens the door before you’re able to knock.

“Come in, was lookin’ for you so you didn’t get stuck in the rain,” he says as he grabs your umbrella and closes it.

“Thanks, it’s awful out. How was patrol?” You step into Joel’s house and take your flannel off.

“Same as usual.” Joel takes your jacket from you and hangs it up on the hook over his coat.

“Well, that’s a good thing,” you say as you walk into Joel’s woodworking room and place your paints on the floor.

“That your book?” Joel asks nodding to the faded black leather portfolio with tattered corners covered in faded stickers.

“Yeah, I brought it over.”

“Haven’t seen something like that in years. Can I look at ‘em?” Joel asks.

“Go ahead, find something to play. It’s your stereo. Don’t tell me what you pick, I’ll be surprised.”

You love hearing the soft thud of the page landing as Joel flips through it.

“Don’t recognize most of these names.”

“What kind of music do you like?”

You roll out your brush holder, picking out the brushes you’ll need.

“Rock, country, little bit of blues.”

“Country? Really? How typical Texas of you,” you joke.

“Good country. Real country. Johnny Cash, Merle Haggard, ’n the like.”

“I stand corrected, Texas.”

“Hmm,” he grunts as you begin to lay your chosen paints on the countertop.

“Found something,” Joel says.

“Can’t wait to hear what you pick,” fishing your palette out of your bag.

Joel leaves the room with his chosen CD as you squeeze dollops of green out on to the palette.

A bluesy rock guitar intro with a steady drumbeat begins to play as you mix emerald and olive tones together.

“Haven’t heard this song in over 20 years,” Joel says as he walks back into the room. “Liked The Rolling Stones.”

You kneel on the floor to begin painting green stems. Slowly and smoothly raising your body up to finish each stem tip. You feel Joel’s gaze follow you.

“Never thought I’d see somebody paint like this again,” he says from the doorway.

“It’s my favorite thing to do.”

“Can tell.” The gentleness of his voice causing your skin to prickle. “M’excited to see how it’s going to look when it’s done.”

“Me too.”

You hear Joel take a deep breath. “I’m gonna go finish cleanin’ my guns,” he says with his exhale. “I’ll be in the dining room if you need anything.”

“Thanks,” you twist your torso to look back at him with a smile, paintbrush in hand as a large dollop of green drops on your exposed thigh. Joel’s eyes dart down to the blemish on your leg, his eyes widening as you grab your paint stained rag and wipe the paint off. He quickly realizes how hard he’s staring and strides away.

— —

“Hey, it’s pretty nasty out there, d’ya want that work light again? Sky’s gettin’ real dark,” Joel asks interrupting your focus.

“Yes, thank you,” you answer as your focus remains on the the petal you’re working on.

You hear Joel pull the light out, the same small grunt as yesterday leaving his mouth as he bends over to plug it in.

“You been kneeling on the floor like this for long?” he asks.

“Yep, it’s not so bad while down here.”

“Ya’ still have the hurt knees and you’re kneeling on the damn hardwood floor,” he mumbles as he leaves the room.

You’ve gotten used to people not concerning about such simple things like your personal comfort, Joel’s worry for you making you feel a foreign feeling.

He returns and holds a pillow out for you. “Here, grabbed ya’ this.”

“Oh, I’m okay, really, I don’t want to accidentally get paint on it.”

“Don’t care, take it,” he pressures.

You take the pillow, sticking it underneath your already aching knees.

“Feels much better, thank you,” you say as you wiggle back and forth on the fluffiness.

“Welcome.”

A large sigh leaving his pursed lips grabs your attention, and you turn to look up at him. His eyes look down at you, meeting yours, the hazel flecks glowing in the golden light supplied by the work lamp buzzing in the corner. He sticks his tongue out to wet his supple lips, you let your focus move down to watch. He reaches a hand out towards your cheek, and places his thumb on it, the rest of his fingers cradling your chin in his hand. Your lips part as you inhale deeply, a chill taking over your whole body. The music from the stereo beginning to sound like its playing underwater as all of your other senses dull themselves so you can feel Joel’s touch.

“Thank you again, for doing this for me,” Joel tenderly says. “Been thinking ‘bout how nice it’ll be to look over and see this once it’s finished… reminding me of home.”

“O-of course Texas,” you stutter. Your eyes still focused on his mouth.

“Mm,” he grunts at you, head slightly nodding.

L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L

“Shit, I forgot this song always does that,” you say as he pulls his hand away.

“I got it.” Joel turns and quickly walks out of the room.

“You just have to skip to the next track and it should work!” You shout as your skin still tingles from where his hand rested silently cursing your scratched CD.

The track changes, the interruption long gone, just like Joel’s touch. You return to painting, calming your body and emotions in the aftermath. You don’t hear from him until well after the CD finishes and the house falls silent.

“Dinner’s ready,” Joel says rapping on the doorway shocking you out of your art trance. “You got a lot done, s’looking really good.” The shared moment the two of you had just an hour ago seems far away from Joel, so you try to do the same.

“Thanks,” you say standing up from your bent over stature and placing your paintbrush in the jar of water.

“Just come to the kitchen when you’re all done in here.”

— —

“Hope you like turkey and barley soup.”

“Any soup makes me happy.”

“Good,” he says putting a bowl down in front you. “This one I actually made, Maria didn’t hafta take pity on me for this meal.”

It looks delicious and smells divine. Joel’s set the table for you. A tattered cloth napkin folded underneath a soup spoon, a glass of water to the side, you notice the coffee stains have been wiped up.

You take a bite, the warm soup sliding down your throat, perfect for a chilly rainy day, it’s good. “Joel, this is… really, really delicious.”

“I’m glad you like it, haven’t cooked for anybody ‘cept Ellie in years.”

“You did boil me spaghetti earlier this week too.”

“Hmph,” he chuckles, “right.”

You and Joel quietly finish your dinner, hungry from your full day of work and painting. You should be nervous in this situation but the way Joel handles himself in front of you, as if he’s perfectly comfortable with you in his home makes your nerves quiet themselves.

“What was your favorite food before …everything?” you ask as you sit back in your chair.

“Don’t really know, maybe tamales? My mom used to make them every year for the holidays, I could eat six of them in one sitting.”

“I loved tamales, too. God, I miss Mexican restaurants. You know, I just remembered margaritas. I used to always see people drink them when we’d get Mexican and I always thought that looked so cool. I never got to try one.”

He gives you that same look he gives you, as if he could listen to you talk for hours. Nodding along with a half smile. “What was your favorite food?” he asks.

“Fettuccine Alfredo, one hundred percent. My mom used to make it for me every year for my birthday, if we went to an Italian restaurant, it’s what I’d always order, definitely Fettuccine Alfredo.”

“Never had it, always just stuck to pouring a jar of Ragu over spaghetti or a frozen lasagna.”

“I miss those too. I miss just being able to have cheese whenever I want so much. What we have now isn’t the same.”

“Mm,” Joel nods, “kinda like the ice cream we have. Not the same, but good enough.” “Isn’t that the motto of these times? ‘Not the same but good enough.’”

“S’a good one,” Joel pauses, “you’re funny.”

“Thanks,” you push a strand of hair behind your ear feeling Joel’s eyes follow your movements as he gets up.

You stand, grabbing your bowl to follow Joel over to the sink.

“You seem to be almost finished in there,” he grabs the bowl from your hand and deposits it into the sink.

“I am, I think I only have a couple more hours of work left.”

“Don’t want to keep you any longer tonight, know you got work tomorrow and know it’s a lot being down on the floor like that for as long you were.”

“Yeah, they’re aching. When do you want me to finish it?”

“Tomorrow at the same time, if you want.”

“That works, might be a little late. Fridays are always busy for me, with the end of the school week.”

“‘Course. I’ll be here, so take your time.”

“Is it okay if I leave my things in the room? If not, that’s okay too I can take them ho—”

“S’fine, don’t mind at all,” Joel interrupts as he puts his hand against your back, “I’ll walk you home, s’getting late and it’s still raining.”

“No, I’ll be okay, I’ve walked through much worse.”

“Don’t care. I’m walking you home, it’s pouring.”

He grabs your flannel from the hook, grasps the shoulders open and holds it out for you as he gives you a small nod. You smile as you walk forward and turn, sticking your arms in each sleeve, and putting it on.

“Thanks,” you murmur, goosebumps appearing on your skin from the closeness.

“Course,” Joel breathes out as you step away from him to grab your backpack.

“You really don’t have to d—“

“Now, stop telling me I don’t have to, I want to,” mild annoyance tinging his voice as he shrugs his jacket on and picks up your umbrella.

“Don’t you have one as well?”

“No, never got one.” Joel opens the door and motions you to go ahead of him. “S’a nasty storm today, I think it’s going to be just as bad tomorrow.”

“It’s good for the crops and the water reserve at least,” you shrug as Joel holds the umbrella over you.

Rain pelts Joel as he holds the umbrella over you as you turn onto the road.

“There’s enough room for both of us under here, there’s no sense in you getting soaked,” you say moving closer to his body.

“Y’sweet,” he faintly murmurs as he moves the umbrella over both of you. You almost think you imagined it, being able to barely hear it above the pitter patter of raindrops landing on the nylon atop your head.

The two of you walk towards your home, your bodies occasionally tapping against each other as Joel huddles over you. You wish you could walk slower, elongate your time next to him, stay under the security of the umbrella, next to his broad body you feel safe..

“That’s me, right there,” you say nodding your head towards your front door.

“Y’got a cat?” Joel asks as he sees your cat Penny sitting on your windowsill backlit by your lamp.

“Yeah, two of them. You like cats?”

“Even if I did, couldn’t have ‘em, allergic.”

“That’s a shame.”

“Hm.”

Underneath the safety of the awning of your front porch, Joel closes your umbrella and hands it to you as you tap your wet boots against your frayed welcome mat.

“Well, thank you again, I’ll see you tomorrow?” You say as you rest your back against your front door.

“See you tomorrow,” Joel says as he peers into your eyes before turning around to leave.

You watch him leave your little yard, turning back around at your fencepost to nod at you before continuing down the road in the dark rain. Joel Miller just walked you home.

A/N: Oh soft Joel, you're too sweet and thoughtful. Next chapter is a little shorter, but for good reason, there may or may not be a finished mural and a first kiss. :) Thank you again for reading!

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dragonfirerogue-writes · 1 year

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All Right

Wednesday x Kitsune!Reader

A/N: Last part! Thanks for the support! I'll probably do one-shots for my kitsune after this.

"Mom, I've got to go!"

Those words greeted you as you round the corner to Eugene's hospital room for a planned visit. The urgency in them made you furrow your brows as you neared the boy.

"Wednesday's one of the only friends I have. The first friend I've made. If she's in trouble, I've got to help. It's hive code."

Your steps speed up after hearing your crush's name and you almost collide with Eugene as he tries to leave. You reach out to steady him and hold him still.

"Whoa, whoa! Eug, what's going on? Wednesday's in trouble?"

He nods, causing his glasses to slide down his nose. "She and Principal Weems went to confront Ms. Thornhill who's the real bad person here." Rushing to explain, he grabs your arm and pulls you along. "We figured it out while she was visiting on her way out. It's been hours though and I haven't heard from her at all."

That news would've had you moving at mach speed, but you opted to let Eugene lead the march. You didn't want to leave him behind. The both of you reach the streets, bypassing the hospital staff surprisingly easily. Orienting yourself to your surroundings, you begin the trek to Nevermore.

"We have to get to the hive. I need my bees at the ready." You nod in reply.

In your peripheral, you notice squad cars. All but one, surprisingly. You think for a moment before making a decision. In quick movements, you dart to each car and slash every tire. With a satisfied smirk, you race back to Eugene.

"That'll keep the cops from interfering. We'll have to make sure that the school is safe. If that drawing of Crackstone and Wednesday was any indication things'll go down ther-"

There's a sudden pull in your chest that makes you stumble. Your heart feels like it's caught in a vice and it's getting harder to breathe. Your eyes dart around until you feel the pull again. Instinctually, you seem to know why.

"Y/N!" Eugene calls out. "We gotta hurry!"

"You go ahead, Eugene. I know you need your bees." Your vulpine features begin to appear. "I think... I think Wednesday needs me right now." As you take a step, a burst of foxfire springs from your feet. "We'll meet up afterwards. Stay safe."

In a flurry, you launch forward and let your heart pull you to its destination.

-----+++++-----

Death wasn't something Wednesday feared. All paths lead to it. But laying on a cold stone floor with a knife protruding from her stomach made her feel like she could've done more. She should've done more. Sure, she wasn't scared of death but losing made it so much worse.

As the goth laid with her life slowly seeping out, she thought about her schoolmates. Her... Friends. Were they capable of stopping Joseph Crackstone? Could they end Laurel and Tyler? There were too many variables that Wednesday couldn't control now.

And what about Y/N? Wednesday closed her eyes and sank into the memory made hours earlier. Soft hands caressing her skin. Warm presence enveloping her once thought dead heart. Love was the last thing she ever wanted in life and yet it found her here. But the feelings you made her feel ended up becoming familiar the more you spent time with her. She was so used to it that the moment you weren't a constant anymore, it pained her immensely. She was always more of a sadist than a masochist.

As she let herself live in that memory during her final moments, a familiar roar of flames sounded nearby, followed by a more familiar voice.

"Wednesday!"

She forces her eyes open to see your worried face. Almost immediately, you were at her side, gently moving her so you could cradle her against you.

"H-how did you find me?"

A weak smile graced your lips. You gave yourself any excuse to touch her face. It made you feel better that she was still breathing.

"You called for me." Wednesday was confused. She thought of you, that was a definite, but summoning wasn't the goal. You just laugh at the confusion. "My heart led me here, as stupid as that sounds. Looks like you don't need my spirit orb to get me by your side."

Closing your eyes, you press your lips onto the top of her head. You could feel Wednesday get colder. It was as if she was slipping through your arms.

"I don't know what I can do... How can I help?"

"You can't..."

You hold Wednesday tighter. Tears threatened to fall, but you wouldn't allow them. You had to believe that your love would be okay.

You had to.

A moment of silence stretched for what seemed like hours before you hear Wednesday's voice again.

"Are you here to take me to the other side?"

Your head jolts up and you look around, seeing nothing. When you look down at Wednesday, you see her eyes trained towards something on her other side.

"Is your spectral vision impaired? I'm dying!"

You let out a soft laugh which draws Wednesday's attention. "Goody is here. No doubt to find some way to riddle me into a quicker death."

Her eyes dart over to the side again to where you assumed Goody was. When she struggles to reach under her collar, the goth asks you to help take her necklace out while she speaks to her ancestor. Once complete, Wednesday takes a tight hold of it before looking at you.

"... Pull the knife out." You were about to protest but she interrupts you. "Goody has a way to heal me. But I need this blade out of my stomach so please..."

You manage a nod before taking a hold of the knife's handle. Taking a deep breath, you only give Wednesday a moment before pulling the blade out and tossing it aside. When the goth's hand covers the wound, your hand drapes over it to help stem the bleeding. There wasn't much you could do, but you tried your damnedest to do what you could. It isn't long before you see a glow appear around Wednesday's hands.

"Whoa..."

As the glow ebbs slowly, you hear a soft voice around you.

"It seems I was wrong. A Raven need not be alone on their path."

You could only barely register the words before Wednesday launches up, sucking in a breath like it was her first. She brings up her hand and you both see the wound there close up. With a wide grin, you stood up and helped Wednesday to her feet. You wanted to pull the girl into a hug, but time was of the essence.

"We have to get to the school." Wednesday was already moving as she spoke. You followed with a determined nod.

"Update me on the way."

-----+++++-----

The pair managed to make it off the island and into the woods surrounding the academy. The news of Weems's death caught you off guard but it spurred you to finish this until the very end. You knew for sure that you wanted to punch Tyler in his hyde face.

That chance came sooner than you thought.

Tyler appears in front of you, close enough that you had to back away, staying between him and Wednesday. A low growl sounds from your throat, ready to fight.

"Laurel said you were dead."

"I'm feeling much better now." As usual, Wednesday's quips were quick.

"You're like a cockroach." This time, you were quick on the draw.

"What a flatterer. I can see why you fell for him, Wednesday." That earned you a jab in the ribs.

Tyler stalks forward, his body pulsing and protruding out in odd angles. His breathing becomes labored and his clothes tear as his figure grows.

"This will not end well for you."

You crouch low as your vulpine features start to appear. Your twin tails furl out, blocking Wednesday from view.

"We'll see about that, ugly."

In an instant, the hyde claws at you. In a whirl, you take Wednesday in your arms and dodge the strike. As soon as you let her go, you dart towards the beast and attack. Like before, each of his strikes were met with three of yours. Your agility surpassed his and you were intent on making it work in your favor.

However, he managed to get a cheap shot in and throw you into a tree. In your struggle to get up, Tyler pinned Wednesday to a stump, ready to slash at her. In a burst of adrenaline, you dash towards them only to see a large furball crash into the hyde.

When you reach Wednesday, the two of you look towards your new ally before recognizing the pink and blue tips.

"Enid?"

There's a moment of recognition in the new werewolf's eyes as she sees her friends alive and breathing. But then her instincts kick in once Tyler is up and attacking again.

The two begin to battle as you and Wednesday watch. It isn't until she tugs on your arm that you look away towards her.

"I need to get to the school."

You're torn. It was unsure whether Enid could fully take on Tyler without help. But the danger at the school could end the love of your life. For good this time. After a moment of debate, you look at Wednesday with a determined face.

"Go. I'll stay and help Enid. We'll make sure Tyler doesn't make it over there." You take Wednesday's face in your hands. "If you die on me, I'll drag you back from hell myself."

"And I'll have your pelt on my wall if you should perish as well."

With those parting words, you turn away from each other. As Wednesday's footsteps retreat, you charge towards the fight ahead of you.

You reached the fray in time to lay a good strike on Tyler before he could knock Enid aside. Taking the opportunity, the werewolf body checks him into a tree. With a nod to each other, you both move in sync to flank the hyde. Enid darts forward with a growl and launches into a low slash. You follow suit, but with a high strike. Tyler's pained roar echoes throughout the woods and he swings his arms around. The unexpected thrashing caught Enid off guard and he knocked her aside.

Enid slides across the forest floor and is slow to get back up. You place yourself between the large beasts when Tyler begins stalking towards Enid. You can see the cocky smirk on his face and it infuriates you. Glancing over at Enid, you see that she's still struggling. Her face is gashed. It makes you even angrier.

There's a sudden pulse within your soul. You can feel a warmth from your core spread to your limbs. Your twin tails wave and flicker wildly. Seconds feel like hours as pulse after pulse thrum in your being. But as soon as the assault begins, it ends. There is peace for a moment. Enid looked at you with worry during the event, but now, it's with wonder.

Your two tails had become three.

Renewed power floods your veins when Tyler finally reaches you to attack. Your claws erupt in flames as you attack before he could fully extend his arm. The sudden pain causes the hyde to stagger back. The next time he looks at you, there's suddenly three, four, five versions of you surrounding him. Illusions at last. Each one he tries to hit vanishes in a mist. When he finally reaches you, the beast doesn't even get a chance to strike. Enid vaults over you and tackles Tyler, sending them careening across the forest floor. When they stop, Tyler towers over a pinned Enid until a gunshot sounds from somewhere. The hyde rears back in pain, allowing you to use your entire weight and momentum from running to knock him aside and check on Enid.

The battle ends. You don't know where Tyler ends up, but he didn't matter anymore. He wasn't a threat right now when you vaguely see his form shrink. From your peripheral, you see Enid shrink as well and you race to her side to tend to her.

Your hoodie is around her body as soon as you get to her and you pull the trembling body close to you. Hugging as tight as you could, you hold onto her until she pushes you away.

"Wednesday needs you. Go to the school."

"I can't leave you alone, E"

"I'm not alone."

Your ears catch the gentle scurry of Thing as he approaches. He gently places himself onto Enid's hand in comfort. With a smile, you nod.

"I leave her to you then, Thing."

Before getting up, you gently hold Enid's unmarred cheek and look into her eyes.

"Before I go though. You won't hear this from your mom, so I'm gonna say it and mean it. I'm so fucking proud of you, Enid."

She gives you a wide grin before urging you to leave again. You bound away as fast as you can, hoping that you can make it to Wednesday before anything bad happens.

-----+++++-----

"Howdy Pilgrim."

The sudden appearance of Goody's descendent surprised Joseph Crackstone. How can someone he sent to the depths of hell still be walking amongst the living?

"How canst thy heart still beat? What demon sorcery is this?"

Wednesday is silent as she readies her sword, the same that her parents used against Garrett Gates years ago. Before a battle could begin, however, a voice sounds from behind Wednesday.

"Stay away from her!"

There's only a moment for the goth to register that Xavier is there before an arrow speeds past her. The missile was halted before it could hit its target. Crackstone seems to be using some sort of magic to manipulate it. How ironic.

The Pilgrim turns the arrow with a menacing grin and launches it back to its sender. Wednesday, keen on protecting all of the students, steps into its path and takes the hit on her shoulder in Xavier's stead. When the boy tries to help, Wednesday assures that she's fine and commands him to help the lingering outcasts. It takes a moment, but Xavier relents and leaves as the goth expertly removes the arrow from her person.

Taking up the blade once more, she attacks the revived corpse. Crackstone retaliates with his staff, trading blows and dodging strikes. In the end, there is a final parry that shatters Wednesday's blade, leaving her defenseless.

Crackstone takes the opportunity to use his staff's magic to pin Wednesday against an upturned table. The force of the magic pushes air from her lungs, making it difficult to breathe. Wednesday can only watch and listen to the cackles of a deranged dead man.

"I will send you back to hell."

Another push of magic surges against Wednesday and she can feel her ribcage collapsing under the pressure. There's a moment of uncertainty before the tip of a blade pierces through Crackstone's chest. With a wail, the Pilgrim turns towards his assailant, revealing a brave Bianca before him. Before she can do any more damage, he casts her away, sending her flying across the quad.

Using the distraction to her advantage, Wednesday crouches and reaches into her waistband. Completely defenseless, she was not. There was one more trick up her sleeve. Your birthday dagger.

As soon as Crackstone turns to face his original opponent, Wednesday drives the dagger into his heart. A pause. A breath. Crackstone is in disbelief. His time was far too short and yet he was so close to achieving his goal. But once again, an Addams ruins everything for him.

Wednesday pulls the dagger from his chest with a twist and a burst of foxfire emits from the wound. This causes Crackstone's body to char, embers appearing as his body begins to crack and crumble. Just as both Bianca and Wednesday think that he's just going to disintegrate into a pile, a magical pulse rushes from his body and explodes outwards, taking everything his magic caused with him.

Bianca joins Wednesday, looking around in disbelief. They share a smile until the click of a gun sounds behind them. Laurel Gates is still there to contend with.

"You brought a gun to a swordfight," Wednesday noticed. "That's probably the first smart decision you've made today."

The former Nevermore teacher stalks forward, gun pointed directly at Wednesday.

"I might not get to kill all the outcasts, but at least I'll get to kill you, Wednesday."

She pulls the trigger, resulting in an echoing bang. Silence follows until a groan breaks it.

You made it in time.

"Ugh... I hate getting shot." Bianca balks at you.

"You've been shot before!?"

"Yeah. Fox. Hunters. You know."

A frustrated growl pulls your attention as Laurel cocks her pistol again. Her aim is still on Wednesday despite your body blocking the way.

"I will get my revenge. My destiny will be fulfil- What?"

Barely noticeable to the rest of you, a bee sits right at the front sight of the pistol. It stalls Laurel enough for everyone to register a loud humming coming towards them. No, not humming.

Buzzing.

Before you know it, a swarm of bees engulf Laurel, stinging her and sending her to her demise. Eugene appears, hands held out as he controls his army.

"That's what you get for messing with Nevermore, bitch."

You have never been more happy to see the bee boy. He looks over at you and Wednesday with a proud smile.

"Hummers stick together, right?" You both reply with a solid nod.

Now that things are over, your knees buckle and you land on your butt, suddenly exhausted. Soon enough, the police arrive and all is well in the school once more.

-----+++++-----

You're sitting in the quad with your fellow dancers. After everything that happened, the school decided to close for the rest of the semester. You were glad for it, but you were going to miss people. One person in particular.

Said person caught your attention and you bid your friends goodbye before making your way over to the pale goth. A tinge of jealousy springs up when you see the item in her hands though.

"I see Xavier gave you his gift. Must be nice to be able to buy people the latest phone on the market like it's nothing," you grumbled.

Wednesday just rolls her eyes before shoving the phone into your hands.

"If I'm going to keep this, I might as well use it. Xavier already put his number in, but it could do with a few more." She looks at you expectantly. It was unnecessary seeing as you were already typing in your number and taking a selfie to set as the contact icon. After calling your phone to get Wednesday's number, you hand the device back.

"There. Contact info exchanged. I hope we keep in touch."

You sit on one of the low walls, leaning against the column it was attached to. While you knew you would keep in touch with the rest of your friend group, Wednesday was an unknown. Even with your growing relationship.

"I'm sure Enid invited you to San Fran," you say with a grin. "You're more than welcome to visit me in New Hampshire. Not too far from here, at least."

Wednesday stares at you and you welcome it. You don't think you ever really found it unnerving. It was a strange comfort whenever her dark eyes were on you. That should've been the first indication of how bad you had it for her.

"... I wouldn't be against you visiting me either."

If your smile got any wider, your face would be split in half. The fact that Wednesday wanted your company sent you over the moon.

"I'd love that. It'd be nice to see my dark soul in her natural habitat." A small chuckle escapes your lips when you're suddenly face to face with Wednesday. This close, you see uncertainty in her eyes as they flicker around, taking in your face. When she speaks though, there's a resolve in her voice.

"When you were upset with me, I didn't know why it affected me so." Her hands come up and cup your cheeks. You weren't sure whether the chill from her hands or the gentle touch sent shivers down your spine.

"When I kissed Tyler, while still pleasant at the time, it felt off." Her thumbs start to caress your cheeks and your eyes flutter slightly.

"I wonder... Will it feel off with you as well?" You're afraid this is a dream. You don't want to break this spell. With the lightest of touches, you reach for Wednesday's waist.

"Well..." You whisper. "There's only one way to find out."

You're not sure who moves first. You just know that as soon as your lips meet hers, nothing else matters. The ruckus and noise around you fade as Wednesday fills your every sense. Every time your lips part, you pull her back for more. Her hands are braced on your neck as she straddles your lap. Your arm holds Wednesday in place as your other hand travels up her back. She fits perfectly in your hands and you wonder if this is why legends of soulmates exist.

As much as you want to suffocate in Wednesday's embrace, oxygen calls to you. The goth leans back and you can see faint colors on pale skin. No doubt you're in the same way. You lean up to press your forehead against hers.

"What's the verdict?"

There's a devilish grin you've never seen on Wednesday before. While it should scare you, it only excites you more.

"Inconclusive. More testing is required, mia volpe."

Music to your ears.

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justwritedreams · 2 years

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To the stars | Jeno

Captain!Jeno x Reader, university au!, fwb au!

Word count:7114 Genre: Smut, fluff Warning: Mentions of alchool, body shots, fingering, hair pulling and sex, language. Minors do not interact please, this is a +18 story!!! You have been warned and the media you consume is your responsibility. Author: Maari Note: You guys asked and I did it, a longer imagine. My first real smut I actually can’t believe i wrote this lol I can't control the anxiety of posting so sorry if there are any mistakes. Request: can i request for fratboy/popular jeno, and yn who know of eo cuz of mutual friends but nvr rly talked but then they fuck at a party after doing body shots or smt and then become fwb -- something like this related to like parties

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“Y/N, are you studying again?!” she heard her roommate, Ava, speak from the door. "It's Saturday." “Scholarship holders never rest.” Y/N shrugged without taking her eyes off the notebook. She had only been at the university for a month, it was true, but if she wanted to keep her scholarship she would have to keep high grades and would only be able to do that if she gave up the fun time that many of her colleagues enjoy on the weekend to study twice as much as studied in their classes. Even if it generated a headache and a pain in the wrists of writing the notes so much, which would be very useful in the exams. "Hey." Ava walked over and stamped her foot until Y/N faced her. “I invited you two other times to frat parties.” "Ava, don't get me wrong but I'm not the party type." she remembered. Y/N doesn't consider herself a geek. She likes to study and make friends, but she also likes silence and especially doesn't like to waste her energy with frivolous frat people. Could she be considered an introvert? Perhaps. “This time it's not a frat party, it's just a date with friends.” Y/N looked at her suspiciously. "Really." "How many friends?" “Five plus the two of us.” Y/N pondered. "Oh come on, Y/N, you owe me." Y/N took a deep breath and dropped the pen on the table, a pang of guilt in her heart making her slowly back away from the books. That was true, she had promised Ava that if she had a more private party, she would. Now she had no excuse. Ava wasn't the party type either and she'd been a great colleague lately. "Fine!" she nodded and Ava jumped on top of her to hug her shoulders tightly as she thanked her with a huge smile on her face. "I'm just going to change." Ava agreed and left the room, saying that she would wait for her roommate outside the dorm.

Y/N sighed before taking off her prescription glasses and rubbing the eyes. Maybe she needed to get out and forget about the subject. She put on comfortable clothes, a salmon hoodie with a cute design of a dinosaur snapping a bone and saying 'delicious', blue jeans and white sneakers, and went downstairs to meet Ava. The two walked a little until they went to another dorm, Y/N just followed her colleague and soon the two were in front of a door and Y/N joined her sweating hands, when the door was opened by a boy with long hair and of two colors, she smiled nervously. Ava hadn't said her friends were so cute. “Y/N, this is Renjun, we attended creative drawing class together.” Ava introduced and Y/N reached out to greet him, receiving a very gentle and quick shake. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Renjun." she spoke sincerely and received a welcoming smile in response. “Likewise, Y/N. Please come in.” he made room for them to do so. “Make yourself comfortable, the boys have arrived.” Y/N turned to face Renjun. Boys in the plural? Did Ava only have boy friends? Y/N wasn't the type to worry about what others thought, she could live well without the expectations of others on her, however she didn't want to make a bad impression on the first guys she met at university. Okay, her focus wasn't on dating or getting involved with anyone, but she also didn't want to be known as Ava's weird friend. The colleague pulled Y/N in with her, both took off their shoes at the entrance while listening to voices and laughter, when they entered the room accompanied by Renjun, the eyes were directed at them. Y/N saw only two boys. One had honey-colored skin with dark hair falling over his eyes that highlighted his round face and heart-shaped lips, the other had slightly lighter skin and hair bleached a platinum blonde, almost white that were slicked back and left his forehead exposed, making him look more serious even though the smile said just the opposite. When he saw the two of them, ran to hug Ava in what felt like a really tight hug. "Jaemin, you're crushing me." she complained, patting his arm. He pulled away with a pout. "I know you like." he winked with one eye and she rolled her eyes, pointing at Y/N. “This is Y/N, my roommate.” Y/N smiled slightly when saw him staring at her and held out her hand, but contrary to what she had thought, Jaemin hugged her as tightly as he did Ava, if not more. Although she was taken aback, she noticed how Jaemin's hug was as welcoming as Renjun's smile. "Welcome to the club." he spoke after walking away and Y/N smiled shyly but thanked him. “This is Donghyuck.” Ava pointed at the other boy as Jaemin moved out of the way. “But you can call me Haechan.” he commented and extended his hand, Y/N shook it with her eyebrows together. "Why?" she asked curiously and he smiled widely. "Oh no." Jaemin complained. "Here we go." Renjun spoke behind them. Haechan approached and Y/N who froze in place, he put his arm around her shoulders and the proximity made her blush violently as Haechan started to walk towards the kitchen. “You know, cutie.” he started talking with a wide smile. “Don’t scare her, Haechan!” Ava asked and Y/N could hear some laughter. “Each group has its stars, but like the sun I’m the biggest of them all.” Haechan shrugged with a funny expression that made her laugh. “So you decided to name yourself full sun.” she guessed and he nodded. "It's a good nickname." he continued and as the two were entering the kitchen, two more guys were leaving. Y/N smiled shyly as she saw a boy with black hair and black eyeglasses, he accompanied another boy who was talking excitedly but both stopped when they saw Haechan with his arm wrapped around the neck of an unknown person. The other boy had gray hair with certain shades of purple and pink that were already faded and fell over his eye and had the prettiest face in the entire university. "Don't talk to those losers, Y/N." Haechan looked serious and Y/N turned to face him and noticed the playful smile, but she didn't even have time to reach out to the guys like she did to Renjun as Haechan took her to the kitchen. "It's the closest you get to a girl anyway." Y/N heard one of the two speak and held back a smile as watched Haechan roll his eyes. "I hope you like eating junk food, because that's all we have in this dorm." He said opening the lockers and Y/N laughed. Y/N and Haechan shared the packages to take to the living room, he wasn't kidding about the food, the most varied sweets and sodas were in their hands and when they got to the living room, put everything on the couch and Renjun got up to organize the snacks and candys. Y/N noticed that the colored haired boy was on his back talking on the phone and Ava approached her with the black haired boy when Haechan started to argue with Renjun about some chocolate that had just magically appeared there. "Sorry I couldn't introduce myself, please don’t listen to 80% of what Haechan says." he was serious but then laughed. "I'm Mark." “Y/N” she greeted him with a quick handshake. "Don't worry about Haechan." "I already warned her that some of my friends were kind of idiots." Ava assured and Mark laughed in a good way, Jaemin called him and he went, leaving the two of them alone. “The boys are going to order pizza, is that okay for you?” "Sure!" Y/N replied, looking back at the boy again. He was the only one she hadn't had a chance to properly greet, not even knew his name. "Who's that?" she asked curiously and Ava looked in the same direction as her. “Jeno, the captain of the football team.” Y/N looked back at her colleague in shock. “Wait, is he the captain?” she kept her voice low and her finger itched to point at him. "You look surprised." Ava chuckled lightly, making Y/N shrug as looked back at the boy. She had been at the university for a month and already knew how popular the football team was, probably one of the most important activities there and that stopped the entire university. When she thought of football players, pictured the typical pick-up-sized beefy bad boy who only mingled with the cheerleading squad. And hearing that the captain of the team was the most handsome guy in the university helped to imagine the American stereotype of the movies and ok, it wasn't right but in high school it was always like that, she imagined that in the university it would be no different. And she was completely wrong. Jeno didn't look like the typical team captain, let's face it he was much more handsome than could have imagined. "And I’m, when I heard about him, I never would have thought he looked so… normal." she commented even more quietly as she saw him get off the phone with a wide smile, approaching Jaemin and Mark. Y/N felt a slight twinge in her stomach, he must have been talking to his girlfriend. Guys too handsome were rarely single or alone. “You will see that nothing they say is really true.” Ava put her hand on Y/N’s shoulder and called her over to the boys. Y/N was still shy, she really didn't expect her roommate's friends to be so beautiful. She had lived with many boys in her classes, after all she was the only girl in the class, but none of them were like that. None of them had Jeno's side smile, not that she was paying too much attention to him. Or maybe she was. “15 minutes for pizza to arrive.” Jeno warned in a soft tone and Y/N blushed. Mostly because Jeno's voice was sweeter than it should have sounded in her ears, even though it was husky enough, and because she'd concluded wrong. He wasn't talking to his girlfriend, he'd just ordered the pizza. That didn't mean he was single, of course. ‘Why do I care if he has somebody?’ she thought. As soon as the pizza arrived, they settled into the living room and started talking as they devoured the first box. “Wait, you study music?” Y/N asked Haechan after the subject of each other's courses took over the room. “I thought you did Theater.” "Because he's a clown, yeah, everybody says that." Renjun spoke and everyone laughed except Haechan. “Talented has changed its name now.” More surprising than that, only to find out that Mark did literature and Jaemin medicine. “What about you, Y/N? Ava said you don't stop studying even though you've been here for a month.” Renjun ignored Haechan. "I do aerospace engineering." she replied, not holding back the huge smile and everyone stared at her. "Do you want to be an astronaut?" Haechan asked, confused and received a slap on the back of the head from Mark. “She said engineering.” “Oh Milk, it hurts.” Haechan complained, holding the back of his head while pouting. “Actually, when I was little, I wanted to travel to the moon.” she laughed lightly. Child dreams. “Now I’m content to build rockets.” she shrugged and received encouraging smiles. Although Jeno so far hadn't directly exchanged a word with her, he was also smiling with his eyes practically closed, which she found extremely cute. Y/N lowered her head shyly. “I wanted to be a firefighter when I was a younger.” Jaemin said and then took a sip of his juice. "Only because of the girls." Ava spoke and Y/N looked up to face her, seeing rolling her eyes. Ava and Jaemin were like siblings, they'd known each other for so long and had teased each other whenever they could. "Hey, they love a man in uniform." he replied, shrugging his shoulders. "And you love a girl who can't be trusted" Haechan remembered and Jaemin looked at him offended. “Says the guy who sneaked into the women's locker rooms so he could see the ballerinas changing clothes.” “Haechan, you did that?” Ava asked, shocked. “I was fifteen!” he defended herself. "Yeah, and he kept doing it until he finished high school." Mark spoke and Y/N put a hand over her mouth to contain the loud, incredulous laugh. As Haechan tried to defend himself and Renjun told that he almost got caught for it, Y/N looked away and noticed that Jeno was still smiling at her, she took the hand away from her mouth but kept her gaze fixed on him. Jeno had the darkest, brightest eyes she'd ever seen, and they were so intense it made a strange feeling fill her stomach. It wasn't the twinge she'd felt earlier on seeing him on the phone, it was a kind of heat. He didn't even blink as looked at her, as if he didn't want to miss any detail of what seemed to be a kind of curiosity, almost as if he wanted to decipher her and Y/N started to feel the palms sweat. Now it wasn't just her cheeks that burned, but her whole body. “And you, Jeno.” the bubble that the eyes were in had been broken by Ava, and Y/N looked away quickly so that no one would notice that they were practically talking through the exchange of glances. Too late, Jaemin watched them with a raised eyebrow. "What's your ideal type?" Y/N felt her heart speed up with the question, mainly because she also wanted to know, trying to look nonchalant she looked back at Jeno who was staring at her roommate and saw him bite his lower lip, before turning back to face Y/N with the same intensity. “Smart and reserved girls.” replied without taking his eyes off her and Y/N had to clench her jaw to keep from dropping. She wasn't the most experienced girl with guys, but she noticed the atmosphere in the room getting different. It was just an impression or maybe her deepest desire, but had Jeno flirted with her in front of everyone?

[...]

Friday had been the football team's debut in the championship and the entire campus seemed to be in the best-known fraternity, and also the biggest. Celebrating the 4x0 victory was the excuse everyone needed to get drunk and make out in the corners of the house. Y/N had just arrived, arranged with Ava to meet at the frat after the game, now that she was more used to the university, could walk around campus without getting lost. She looked around trying to find her roommate’s red hair but couldn't, in fact she didn't know if it had been a good idea to have gone to the party. Yes, she was a student and had watched the game, and celebrated like it was a world cup final. But she wasn't used to that atmosphere, loud music, lots of people, wasn't exactly what she liked to do on a Friday night. However, she had promised herself that would allow herself a day off from study, or else she would go crazy before the semester was even over.

“Lost?” heard a husky voice close to her ear and turned around in shock, finding the smile that hadn't left her head since. She dreamed a few times of that same smile and maybe was embarrassed to look into the same dark and bright eyes. “Oh hi Jeno.” she smiled shyly and fixed her gaze on his face. "I was looking for Ava but I don't think she has arrived yet." "She left the stadium with Billy." he spoke and put his hands inside the pants pocket. “Billy? The goalkeeper?” Y/N asked, curious as she tried not to sound too obvious in analyzing him. Jeno had his hair half wet, must have showered after the game before coming to the party, a white t-shirt under the team's famous red and white jacket. He was plain and yet managed to be the most handsome guy on campus. “Yeah, they have an unfinished business. I think." Jeno shrugged and Y/N nodded in agreement. It wasn't as if she'd asked Ava if she was involved with anyone or that her colleague had felt the need to talk but now realized she was going to be alone at the party. And as much as she wanted to have fun, didn't feel comfortable enough to blend in without Ava's help. "Well, then I'm leaving." Y/N looked into nowhere and started walking towards the front door. "Wait." she felt Jeno's hand gently grip her arm and she turned to face him, he was closer than before. “If you want, you can spend the party with us.” He pointed back to where part of the football team was standing talking and let go of her arm as she was silent for a moment. "I don't want to bother." she replied, shy. "You must want to celebrate the victory." Y/N wasn't faking it, she really didn't want Jeno to call her just out of obligation. She didn't want to disrupt the party for him, even though she realized that Ava not being there wouldn't make a difference anymore. "I can do this with you by my side." he smiled once more and it was enough for Y/N to melt, feeling her whole body heat up like the day they met. "I don't know." she bit her lip uncertainly and noticed that Jeno watched the movement. "I insist." he was serious and kept his gaze fixed on hers, making it clear that he wouldn't take no for an answer. Y/N sighed and smiled in agreement, and then Jeno's eyes lit up and he gave space for her to go ahead, Y/N felt her whole face on fire and pressed her lips together to hide the gigantic smile that wanted to appear. Jeno introduced her to all his teammates and their partners, she didn't know who was a girlfriend and who wasn't, but she wouldn't ask, mainly because Jeno seemed pretty excited to keep her talking and she felt really welcomed. And it was during this conversation that she noticed how Jeno drew attention, and in the way he politely dumped most of the girls who arrived already caressing his arm, this of course increased Y/N's ego as tried to convince herself that it wasn't because of her. He might just not want to be with anyone because was exhausted from the game. Jeno seemed to have his attention fully focused on her, he always made a point of including her in the conversation, asking what she thought and she felt so comfortable that sometimes when she laughed even put her hand on his arm. They were closer, literally. A scream echoed through the whole house and caught the attention of everyone who turned in the direction, before Y/N could understand what was happening a huge circle formed between the dining room and with more screams of excitement. “The party has started now.” one of the team members spoke and pulled his companion to follow him to the circle. Apparently everyone wanted to watch as suddenly the corner they were in started to get too full and made Y/N approach Jeno, the bodies practically touching and she could see from a gap between the students that a girl was leaning on the table and with her blouse lifted to below her breast, her exposed belly was sucked by another student. "What are they doing?" Y/N asked a little louder as the chatter between the students was much more constant than before. “Body shot.” Jeno replied and she stared at him, noting how his jaw was so well defined and seeing that she was staring for too long at him, he turned to do the same. “Why, you never did?” he raised an eyebrow and Y/N shook her head. "No, I mean, I don't usually drink." she admitted and saw Jeno stare at her somewhat shocked. "Anything? Never?" "No." Y/N looked back and suddenly a glass was held in front of her face, she noticed the big hand with the veins standing out and it went up the whole arm, followed by the shoulders, neck and face. "What?" she asked, waiting for Jeno to answer because he had a glass held out to her but all she got was the sight of Jeno turning the other one he was holding in his mouth and gulping it all down. "Let's change that." he nodded towards the glass and Y/N held it, fearfully, but the electricity that passed through her body as touched Jeno's fingers gently as she took the cup from his hand made an instant courage take over. She tipped the glass and felt her throat rip and burn, her eyes watered and she grimaced, then felt Jeno hold her hand and there was just time for her to put the glass on the shelf behind her before he took her with him. “Wait, where are we going Jeno?” "You won't feel like a real student here until you get your first drink." she opened her mouth to ask what he meant but when she saw him make room between the students to get to the table, she understood and didn't have the strength to answer because she didn't really want to. "It's practically a tradition." Y/N felt her heart beat too fast when Jeno stopped her in the middle of the circle and took off his team jacket, leaving it on the table while took a bottle from someone's hands. He looked at her expectantly and she put her hands on her hips, not caring about the looks of the other students who seemed to want her to quickly do what would be proposed. "Are you sure?" she asked and Jeno just blinked, and his free hand went to the hem of the t-shirt he was wearing and bit his lip. With a naughty smile he pulled the shirt from his body and Y/N felt her whole face burn as tried to keep her eyes away from Jeno's abdomen, in vain of course. She heard screams of approval but nothing could make her lose focus from Jeno's exposed skin, he was defined. Very well defined. She didn't know if it was already the effect of the drink she'd had before but this time she looked him up and down without guilt and without being discreet, from the green shoes, the black pants that now showed a part of the underwear he wore, the abs that she managed to count the six-packs, the muscular chest, the strong shoulders and the irresistible neck. Y/N had never felt her mouth water just looking at a shirtless guy, but this was the first time and had to admit, she liked the way her body had reacted. "So." Jeno turned to put his shirt on the table and seeing his back, Y/N bit her lip to control a moan. “Fuckin hot.” she said, muffled between her teeth and saw Jeno turn once more. "What? What did you say?" "Me?" pointed to herself and saw him nod in agreement. "Nothing!" “Okay, hold that.” he handed the bottle to Y/N and did as he said, saw him sit on the table and then lie down. She felt her hand shake at the sight and had to hold the bottle in her other hand. "You throw the drink wherever you want on my body and just..." he pointed at his body and she blinked a few times. “Suck?” Maybe it was part of the alcohol going to her head but Y/N could swear to see Jeno's pupil dilate. “I would say drink, but yeah, that too.” and there was his smirk again, Y/N almost considered drinking the bottle she was holding so her cheeks would stop blushing. "Fine." she spoke, her voice weak and approached. She studied the exposed skin one more time, holding back a sigh and wondering which place would do that. She still didn't believe that she was about to drink from Jeno's body but since she was there, would take the opportunity. She stopped at his neck and didn't have to think twice, her own body made her get closer and spill the liquid from the bottle in the middle of his neck, it slipped backwards and a very small trail followed between his shoulder, Y/N lowered her head enough and closed her eyes before sucking the drink from Jeno's body. With her free hand she leaned on his arm and the moment her tongue found his warm skin, she felt him shiver and boldly followed the drink all the way to his shoulder and back to his neck, leaving no trail and the only wet path left was her own saliva. When opened her eyes and could see the red mark she'd left behind, realized she'd sucked harder than necessary and lifted her head, finding Jeno looking on with such desire that she felt her body shake. The surrounding students shouted encouragement and approval, but none of that made them look away. Y/N could see a flame in Jeno's dark eyes that until then had never noticed in any other boy. Other students arrived to continue the attraction and Jeno pulled on his clothes with one hand while holding Y/N with the other, leaving. They reached the entrance of the fraternity and Jeno left Y/N's hand so he could put on the clothes, the cold of that night had made his hot body shiver and she couldn't look away. Jeno cleared his throat and Y/N stared at him, embarrassed at having been caught drooling over the boy's chest for the second time that night. "I think I'll go home." she didn't know what time it was, only that she was tired. "I accompany you." Jeno assured and she couldn't say no. Mainly because she didn't want the night to end, she'd had the opportunity to meet Jeno and she wanted more. So much more. Y/N walked next to Jeno feeling the world around her spin, she also didn't know why was smiling so much. In fact, her body knew why, but her head already was in the clouds. Feeling like it was a dream. They went to her dorm in a silence that wasn't the least bit awkward. Jeno was more like her than realized. Y/N felt a shiver down her spine when Jeno said that he would walk her to the door, why was she suddenly so anxious? The dorm hallway had never been so quiet and peaceful, the only noise echoed was the Y/N keys that she fiddled with nonstop inside the pocket of the jacket she wore. They stopped in front of the door, she felt her heart thudding so hard that felt it against her ribs and tucked the hair behind the ear, not knowing what to do. Well, she knew what she wanted to do, but even though she had alcohol in her veins, still wasn't so uninhibited as to make it possible. "Do you want-" She didn't even have time to go on, Jeno had already advanced on her and grabbed the back of her neck, bringing her up to collide their mouths. Y/N had the sound of surprise muffled by Jeno's mouth, which opened quickly so that their tongues finally met as she approached his body and gripped his jacket tightly. She felt the other arm wrap around her waist and lost herself in the fast, delicious dance that the tongues provided. Y/N felt her whole body tingle as Jeno bit her lower lip lightly and brought it with him, in response she pulled him by the jacket and although her lungs ached from lack of air, she only bothered to grab his neck from both sides and pull it towards her. She heard Jeno laugh amusedly but when their lips met, he brought her closer and the hand on the back of her head grabbed her hair tightly, making the kiss deeper and started to walk forward, when the loud thud of the bodies slamming against the door Y/N felt her legs give out. Her body was being pressed hard by Jeno and it was heating up way too fast, but felt her body practically erupt as he spread her legs with his own knee and placed it in the middle. The heat he gave off and the force he used to hold her against the door was causing the air to be lost much faster, so they had to move away and Y/N reached into her jacket pocket to grab the key, the task of turning to unlock the door would have been easy if Jeno hadn't kissed down and turned his attention to the back of her neck, his hands gripping either side of her waist. Jeno brought a hand to her stomach and pressed it against his torso as soon as she managed to turn around, the kisses on her neck continued and she had to bite her lip hard as felt Jeno's arousal build against her ass, her hands were shaking and that damn key didn't come in right away, Y/N almost kicked the door but before she did, managed to open it. Jeno pushed her into the dorm with his body still pressed against hers and closed the door as best he could while Y/N turned to look at him. Lips red and parted for the heavy breathing to pass, eyes blinking slowly as he reciprocated the exchange, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. Y/N felt her legs go weak again just watching him. He was the most handsome boy she'd ever seen and been close to, he didn't want to leave with anyone else but her. Jeno, the captain of the football team with the face so beautifully drawn and surreal, was there with her, the girl who swore not to get involved with anyone her freshman year at university. She didn't even believe in her own luck. Y/N put her hand on the back of Jeno's neck and pulled him to start a new kiss, sighing when before closing her eyes saw Jeno completely surrendered, this time the kiss was slower so they could taste each other and discover what they had missed before. Jeno's lips were as warm as his hands that cupped Y/N's face, the thumb slowly caressing her cheek. And she realized right there that could kiss him forever. But they both didn't just want that slow pace, so the kiss became more sensual and Y/N's hands went to his shoulder, feeling the jacket between her fingers, her head didn't have time to suppress the urge to start taking it off. Okay, that piece of cloth was insignificant at the moment and it was getting in the way. Y/N's bold hands tried to take off his jacket in a hurry and that made Jeno laugh against her lips, but that didn't make them pull away. In fact, as soon as Jeno's jacket was lying in some corner of the dorm he pulled her by the waist against his chest and she gasped in surprise at the collision, her hands gripping his shirt tightly as he sucked on her bottom lip and started walking forward. Y/N felt the back of her knee hit a hard surface and Jeno's body forced her to lean back, as soon as felt her back hit the soft mattress, she broke the kiss and sucked in a breath with some difficulty. She opened her eyes the same second Jeno lowered his head to kiss her jaw, she reasoned a little better now and realized that Jeno was propped up on his elbows so his body weight wouldn't crush Y/N. However, had to bite her lip and one hand went to Jeno's bicep and the other between the strands of his hair when she heard the sound of his kisses on her skin, wet kisses that made her whole skin crawl. "How did you know this was my bed?" she asked, surprising herself with such a weak voice. Jeno laughed and Y/N felt the delicious breath hit her skin. "You have a moon lamp." said as he trailed kisses down to her neck. Y/N laughed, stroking his hair. It was too obvious. Pretty predictable. Jeno pulled back enough to look into her eyes. "You taste strawberry with vodka." he spoke, his husky voice sounding a lot sexier than Y/N had expected. And that had an effect on her body. Jeno smiled mischievously before kissing Y/N's neck again, she smiled but closed her eyes when felt him suck her skin a little more willingly. Oh okay, so he would retaliate for what she had done at the party. "Jeno." She whispered, without strength and felt him bite the place lightly, another shiver and she was already fully surrendered, completely at his mercy And then Jeno seemed to get impatient as much as she was starting to get, the jacket was making her back sweat and feeling trapped so she was grateful as Jeno knelt on the bed and pulled the jacket off, tossing it anywhere. "Are you sure?" Jeno asked, so subtly it didn't seem to belong in the moment. Y/N nodded and held the edge of the shirt he was wearing. "I want you, please." her eyes pleaded for Jeno and he smiled the way his eyes practically closed. Too cute for the moment, he didn't look like the same guy who was pressing his thigh against her. Y/N tried to pull the white shirt and Jeno helped, Y/N's fingers left the shirt and started to trail the exposed skin of Jeno, completely hypnotized. God, how wished she'd done that at the party. She ran her fingers gently through the well-defined six-packs, seeing Jeno's skin crawl and she smiled proudly. He was huge and she could only admire him as if he were a sculpture. When she looked up to his face, Jeno was looking at her differently. It wasn't cute anymore, it was carnal. Almost animal. She could practically feel his dark irises burning her face with such desire. Unable to control herself, Y/N placed her hands on Jeno's waist and approached to place a kiss beside his belly button. And another. And another. She started to kiss the exposed skin but suddenly that wasn't enough, not after hearing Jeno sigh. She needed to suck the skin the same way she did at the party, she didn't have a bottle of alcohol there but she didn't need it now because wanted to do it sober, or at least not so drunk as to forget. She wanted to engrave in her memory the texture, the taste, the noises that Jeno was trying to contain. She felt Jeno's hand grab her hair and pull her up, Y/N managed to kneel awkwardly and Jeno didn't make a show of taking Y/N's shirt off quickly, as soon as he passed it over her arm, he grabbed her by the waist and kissed her again. Y/N shivered again as Jeno's fingers trailed down her back and down to her breast, she expected him to grab it but he only teased her by keeping his fingers there in a too slow caress, causing her to throw her hip against his. Jeno broke the kiss and one hand went to Y/N's bra strap and pulled it back far enough to kiss the newly exposed skin, which made her throw her hips against Jeno's again. She needed more. She wanted more. Restless, she grabbed Jeno around the waist and kept their bodies together as she lay on the bed and pulled him along. Y/N took the opportunity to wrap her legs around Jeno's waist and the position made him perfectly fit where her fire was concentrated. And then, with their bodies so close together, everything went faster, neither of them seemed to want to play or tease anymore. Jeno took off Y/N's bra and paid due attention to her tits, with his hands and a few wet kisses that made her throw her head back and the first moan of the night to appear. He liked the reaction, smiling proudly against Y/N's skin but that was quickly interrupted when she rolled against his hip. Jeno was just as excited as she was, the erection against the wet spot in her groin was so hot. Creating the perfect friction, Y/N continued the movement while Jeno kept his face between her breasts, absorbing the heat and enjoying the sensation of feeling her rocking against his hips. Her moans were no longer restrained and Jeno gripped the skin of her waist tightly, the nails practically scratching her before deciding to take off his shoesand socks. He helped Y/N do the same and his fingers went to the button on her pants, he undid it in a hurry. "Shit." He cursed angrily and made Y/N laugh at his despair. However the sound of her laughter stopped when he managed to get her pants off, Y/N didn't know how he hadn't ripped the jeans as his eyes told her that was exactly what he wanted to do. She felt her whole body weaken even lying when Jeno's fingers found her wet spot over her panties firmly. She tried to grab something on the bed as he moved with precision and rolled her eyes in pleasure, calling his name as if it was her favorite song. Goosebumps, electric shocks, real lightning bolts shot through her as he touched her superficially. She was so wet she would have been shy if didn't have alcohol in her veins, but Jeno didn't allow her to feel ashamed, he wanted to make her comfortable and when he removed his fingers from her panties and brought it to his mouth, tasting everything he had collected, she was sure he would devour her right away. Taking a deep breath, she lifted her weak hands to Jeno's belt and took it off, a difficult task as she was shaking with anticipation, so he helped her. She took off his pants and Y/N waited for him to take the condom out of his pocket, lowered his underwear so he could properly protect himself and she just watched him biting her bottom lip. Her body was crying out for Jeno, she retracted inside just imagining what he would do when he was inside her. Jeno brought his fingers to Y/N's panties and in a single movement pulled them off, licking the corner of his mouth at the sight. She waited for Jeno to be on top, grabbing his back as he positioned himself, her breasts tingling as Jeno's torso found hers and he lifted one of her thighs to his waist, without delay entering Y/N right away. They both held their breaths and Jeno leaned his forehead against Y/N's that was biting her lip hard but even though she tried not to moan, he made the task difficult as he left and entered her again. Jeno started to move her very slowly, his hand gripping her thigh so tightly it would probably leave a mark the next morning, and Y/N grabbed the back of his head. Like the tongues when they first met, the bodies also discovered the same sensual and steady rhythm. Jeno with his face buried in Y/N's neck, his breath ragged against her skin once more, and Y/N gripping the short strands at the back of his neck as she felt completely filled. Between moans, sighs and the sound of their sexual dance, Y/N felt her inner muscles contract as the ecstasy built up to come stronger than she'd ever had. With her mouth open and a few more thrusts from Jeno, Y/N's heart beat faster and her apex hit her like lightning. He growled against her ear and she dragged her nails against his skin, feeling that he, too, was getting closer to his own pleasure. And when it came, he moaned so deliciously and let the weight fall on Y/N who already without strength just stroked his hair. Jeno came out of her and Y/N took a deep breath, watching him get out of bed and go to the bathroom. Y/N pulled back the covers and covered herself as a silly smile crept across her face and as much as tried to stop, she couldn't. She felt her cheeks burn as watched Jeno return to bed in his natural form. Irony of her being shy after sleeping with him? Yup. But apparently Jeno found that amusing as he lay down beside her, with his face turned to face her and covered himself too. They stared at each other serenely without saying anything. "That was…" she started to speak after a long time of silence. "Wow." he added, smiling. "Yeah." She smiled widely, feeling her eyelids grow heavy. Jeno came over, his arm wrapped around her waist under the covers, and placed a quick kiss on her lips. "Not to make things awkward, but you’re tasty." Y/N chuckled through her nose as his hand caressed her skin. "In any way." That was quite a compliment. "You know, because you're captain of the team I thought you would be rougher." she confessed and Jeno raised an eyebrow. "I might be next time." he assured and it made her speechless. Next time? Did he want to sleep with her again? Wasn't it just for one night? Jeno brought his face even closer to hers, their noses touching and the mischievous smile reappeared. "Even because I need to show you that you don't have to leave Earth to go to the stars."

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#1 please

that's buddie bachelorette au! context: the show kept the firetruck buck rode in the first night and planted cameras in it to record everything going on between buck and eddie -- they don't know they're being recorded

“I kissed Taylor.”

Buck barely gets the words out in greeting as he enters the fire truck. Eddie raises his eyebrows at that, the SOS text he’d been sent around an hour ago suddenly starting to make a little more sense.

Buck drew the lucky straw tonight and ended up with the one-on-one date tonight with Taylor. He’s still in his suit for the evening. A nice pale blue one that brings out his eyes. Eddie can’t help but appreciate his friend in the outfit, how it’s tailored perfectly on him. The suit doesn’t draw too much attention to his arms and muscles, but just enough to make one want to see more.

“So why are you looking so disappointed? Is she a bad kisser or-”

“No!” Buck’s protest is accompanied by a blush. “No, she was great! Perfect! Exactly like I imagined her to be! It’s just…” Buck slumps against the seat, embarrassment clear in his long frame. “The date went amazing. I cooked for her, we bonded, I told some jokes, she laughed. I felt like we had a really great connection with her.” A small smile makes its way on Buck’s face. “Then when I kissed her, she leans back and says, ‘Hmm.’” He turns back to Eddie as if he could make sense of the phrase.

“‘Hmm’? That’s what she said?”

“Yeah. I mean. Do you think it means I’m a bad kisser? I can’t be, right? I’ve kissed a lot of people. If I was, one of them would’ve said something.”

Eddie’s mouth falls open, yet nothing comes out. His natural, first instinct is to reassure Buck. To tell him that of course he’s not a bad kisser. Yet the only way he would know that is if he kisses Buck himself. The thought surprisingly doesn’t sound unpleasant. In fact, now that the idea is in his head, Eddie finds that he wants to kiss Buck. Finds that he can’t stop staring at those naturally pink lips of his friends. Wanting to know what he’d taste like, how long it would be until Buck’s mouth will open and their tongues will meet and tangle together.

Buck raises an eyebrow at Eddie in question. That’s when he realizes he’s been staring at him for too long. Eddie clears his throat and turns towards the front of the truck. “Well, the analysis so far isn’t looking good for you. Might need more research.”

Buck snorts. “What, you gonna offer to kiss me to see if it was a fluke or something?”

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massivedrickhead · 9 months

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Bechloe Week Day 1: Reunion

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Notes: Well I tried to start Bechloe week with something flirty and fun but naturally I can't help myself and it ended up getting a bit deeper than that. I also think this is a bit of a stretch for a "reunion" prompt...

I'm probably going to be doing 3 of the prompts for this week, but maybe more if I can get time to write them

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“Bec?” Chloe said, wrapping on the door of Beca’s office, one hand absentmindedly rubbing against her stomach. “This is your 30-minute warning, okay? The Bellas are going to be here in an hour.”

“So shouldn’t I get a 60-minute warning?” Beca replied. “They’ll be late anyway.”

“They won’t be late, Aubrey is in charge,” Chloe said, pushing the door open and stepping into her wife’s office. “And you need a 30-minute warning because you’re not greeting our friends - who we haven’t seen in over a year - in your office sweatpants.”

Beca frowned and spun around in her chair. “You love my office sweatpants.”

Chloe cocked her head. “Is that something you imagined I said?”

“I guess I just assumed, since every time I wear them you always want to grab my butt.”

“I think that’s more about your butt than the sweatpants, babe,” Chloe said. “But whether I love the sweats or not, you still need to change.”

“Fine,” Beca said, taking Chloe’s hands and tugging her into her lap. “Well, I don’t need to do any more work, so what should we do with our extra 30 minutes?”

Chloe checked her watch. “It’s more like 27 minutes now.”

“27 minutes? That doesn’t really seem like enough time,” Beca said.

“Well, we could have a little longer if we saved time by showering together,” Chloe said.

“Mrs Mitchell-Beale, I like the way you think.”

Chloe climbed off Beca’s lap and tugged her out of the chair.

“Make the most of this,” Chloe said, pulling her towards the bathroom. “Once the Bellas get here we have to behave for a full week.”

Beca groaned. “Remind me why we have that rule in place again? It seems cruel and unnecessary. It’s not like they don’t know we’re married. They were there. They even saw us kiss.”

“And they still haven’t forgiven us for that time Emily walked in on us in the laundry room,” Chloe said. “Poor girl nearly went blind.”

“In our defence, she didn’t knock first,” Beca replied.

“In her defence, who knocks on the door of a laundry room before they enter?”

“Okay,” Beca said, “fair point.”

They made short work of stripping out of their clothes and were soon stepping into the shower together. As it so often did, Beca’s hand found its way to Chloe’s stomach.

“You’re still sure you want to tell them?” Beca asked.

“Yes,” Chloe said. “When is the next time we will all be together again after this? I want to tell them in person.”

“I know,” Beca said. “I do too.”

“Then why does your face look like that?”

“Genetics?”

“Smart-ass,” Chloe said, rolling her eyes. She put a finger under Beca’s chin and tilted her head up so she would look at her, and not her bump. “Why do you look worried? This is good news.”

“It’s the best news,” Beca said. “It’s just… as soon as we tell them, it stops being our little secret. It… I can’t explain it.”

“You’re scared we’re jinxing it,” Chloe said. Beca’s eyes dropped to Chloe’s stomach again, and Chloe knew she was right. “This isn’t like last time.”

“I know that,” Beca said. “Logically, I know that.”

Chloe pressed a kiss on Beca’s cheek and then pulled her into her arms, and they stayed like that for a little while. The hot water cascaded on and around them, steam rising up to obscure the rest of their bathroom.

Feeling hidden away and protected, Beca spoke again. “Announcing him to our friends, celebrating him, it feels like we’re drawing attention to him. Like we’re asking for something bad to happen. The more excited I get to meet him, the more convinced I am that something is going to take him away.”

“Baby,” Chloe said, softly, holding Beca tighter.

“I know I’m being stupid-”

“-You aren’t being stupid,” Chloe said, cutting her off.

“I know it isn’t logical,” Beca said as if there’d been no interruption. “But then the more I try to convince myself that it isn’t going to happen, the more I feel like it will. If you tell yourself over and over again that everything’s fine, that everything will be fine, then the more likely it is that the universe will want to screw you over.”

Beca’s thoughts were spiralling now, she was working herself into a panic. She took a slightly shuddering breath and opened her mouth, as if to continue before something tapped her on the palm of her hand.

She froze.

During their hug, her hand reached Chloe’s stomach again. One hand was pressed against Chloe’s back, the other resting protectively on the side of her stomach.

She had felt her son kick for the first time.

They hadn’t made it this far last time.

Beca let out a shocked laugh and tears sprang to her eyes before quickly joining the shower water spilling down her cheeks.

“He can hear you,” Chloe said, smiling as tears filled her eyes too. “He’s letting you know that he’s okay.”

Beca laughed again and bent down to press a kiss against Chloe’s stomach.

“Hi buddy,” Beca said. “I can’t wait to meet you.”

“We don’t have to tell the Bellas,” Chloe said. “I can wear my big sweaters.”

“In L.A. in July?” Beca said, straightening back up, an eyebrow raised.

“I’m always cold, they’ll believe it,” Chloe said.

“We should tell them,” Beca said. “They’re our family.”

Chloe smiled. “Good, because they would never have believed the sweater thing.”

Beca laughed and kissed her wife again. “I’m sorry I dumped all that on you. I didn’t mean to, it just came out.”

“Don’t apologise,” Chloe said. “Have you talked to your therapist about it?”

“Yeah, we’re working on it,” Beca said. “I know it’s just my anxiety working overtime. My dumb brain doesn’t like it when I’m happy, apparently.”

“Not dumb,” Chloe corrected. “Just… misguided? It thinks it’s protecting you. It thinks it’s keeping you safe.”

“Po-tay-to, po-tah-to,” Beca said. “I’m sorry I ruined the mood. I was planning on doing my best sex moves and everything.”

“I suppose when everyone’s safe in bed tonight, we could try again,” Chloe said, with a hint of a smirk. “Our door does lock, after all.”

“Do you think you can be quiet enough for that?” Beca asked, grinning as she pulled Chloe in for a kiss.

Chloe pulled away. “We don’t have time right now. I don’t even know what time it is, we’ve been in here for-”

Ding-dong!

“Crap,” Chloe said.

“So greeting them soaking wet and naked is better than my work sweats, how exactly?”

#bechloe week 2023 #bechloe week 23 #bechloe week #bechloe #bechloe fanfiction #fanfic #pitch perfect fanfiction #fanfiction #pitch perfect fanfic #beca mitchell #chloe beale #pitch perfect #beca #chloe #bechloe fanfic #bechloe fic #pitch perfect fic #no matter the timeline

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a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire · 2 months

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Hellow, i just reblogged that post about the cauldron loving elain and I have been seized with a need to figure out what the hell is going on with that so I shall read one (1) chapter if acomaf to bring me closer to my goal. For the record, I did know about the cauldron loving elain and hating nesta because idk, nesta was angry and annoying when she was dunked into it but elain was just so sweet and demure about it probably, i did not think it was. romantic love. but this is a sjm book so I was foolish to assume there would be a male character whos not insanely horny. Actually, is the cauldron even male? He is in the german version but thats just bc the word cauldron is masculine grammatically. Quick someone draw like, a tumblr sexyman humanized version of the cauldron. actually no, tumblrsexymen are traditionally twinks and sjm hates those. Quick someone draw like, a super buff shirtless man with golden hair, or whatever the color of the cauldron is

anyway, PREVIOUSLY ON: THE FLAMES AND DARKNESS LIVEBLOG we had the Court on Nightmares Under The Mountain Reenactment Scene as I like to call it and can we talk about how Feyre has known Rhys for like a year and only liked him for like half a year and yet she was perfectly fine sitting in his lap nacked and letting herself be sexualized by him. Like, I dont even have any kind of sexual trauma, you would still need to build up sooooo many years of friendship and good will for me to do that for you and you would NOT be allowed to jerk me off!! whatever, lets get on with this, its time for chapter 43

I hate that Rhysand is being all like "i shouldnt have brought you, i didnt want you to see this side of me" when its like, buddy you didnt have to do all this shit you couldve just walked in an been like "Im your high lord and demand your orb" and they wouldve given it to you because youre their high lord and youre demanding their orb. And if he thought they wouldnt have given it to him, he couldve easily come up with a different distraction he just went with the one that sexualizes Feyre because hes weirdo. Like, if hes so cruel on every other day then he shouldve acted really nicely, greeted Keir by giving him the biggest hug and being like "uncleeeee!! :D long time no see :)" and Feyre should have been dressed up as like, the embodiment of spring in pastel green soft shades of pink and but Rhysand still treats with the utmost kindness and respect, now that would throw the Hewn City for a loop

Okay so the reason Rhys broke keirs arm is because the word 'whore' triggered him which is understandable but like, Feyre thought of herself as the Highlords Whore in a very deliberate parallel to Rhysand being known as Amarantha's Whore and Im pretty sure she even straightup thought something about being in the position he had for so many years but she was like, horny about it and the narrative just isnt acknowledging it. Like, theyre not talking about it even though their mindlink was presumably open the whole time bc I remember them flirting through the link, and Feyre isnt even like "oh man, I feel bad for thinking that when its so upsetting to him" its so weird

Rhysand basically said "I will never try to protect you by locking you away, instead I will protect you by killing anyone who upsets you, even when they dont actually upset you and they just upset me" like he and Tamlin are not fundamentally any different from each other, its just that Rhysand is a coldblooded murderer. but its fine cuz he wears black leather i guess

I just realized. Rhysand had a boner when Feyre was sitting in his lap. did that go away when he broke Keirs arm or did he walk out of that meeting with his dick fully hard

Listen, maybe its just because its 3am and Im a little sleepdeprived but this conversation barely makes any sense, these bozos are just completely talking past each other at this point

Rhysand just said something about how Tamlin just locked Feyre up and let her waste away and almost die and Feyre was gonna say "He was trying his best" but Rhys interrupted her like "Dont compare me to him, stop comparing us" when she didnt say anything about that ??? my guy is projecting so hard rn he thinks theyre having a conversation that theyre not even having

And like i would argue that Feyre doesnt even compare Rhysand and Tamlin that much, the narrative definitely does it a LOT, but Ive been reading Feyres thoughts throughout this whole ordeal and I feel like she barely even thought about Tamlin since she sent him that letter

This scene is supposed this big turning point for their relationship and its clearly meant to be really emotional but the only emotion i can feel rn is annoyance with Rhysand because its like, he did have genuinely traumatic things that happened to him but not only is he barely affected by any of them, those are not even the things that the narrative brings up whenever its trying to get me to sympathise with him instead its always just "whaaaaaaa everyone thinks Im nasty and evil just because i keep doing nasty and evil things T-T"

Feyre is being very cruel but in a kinda funny way because its directed at Rhysand rn, i would insert the quote but I am in no state to translate anything at the moment but shes basically like "of course you have to hide your true self from your friends, they wouldnt wanna hang out with otherwise, you burden"

Idk why but the prose being like "my arrow struck him too deep" is so funny to me, it has the same energy as the vampire fics i read where the weird gay one gets his heart broken and he goes "it wouldve hurt less if he staked me in the heart"

Feyre is like "i cant believe he was so vulnerable and shared his sorrows with me and just threw all of it in his face" and I could not give less of a shit, but ive been on a big emotional abuse kick lately so now Im thinking about what if Feyre was just faking having feelings for Rhys in order to make him fall in love with her and be vulnerable with her only to then tell him the truth and reject the mating bond and make him completely break down as revenge for UTM. now that would actually be empowering

Now Feyre is thinking about how shes been using Rhysand for a long time now and come onnnnnn there is such a big power difference between them, I genuinely think its basically impossible for her to do that. Like, hes the most powerful guy in the history of guys or whatever, if anything you were doing bothered him that much he could simply make you stop doing it. hm. now Im thinking about what if rhysand was actually a huge masochist. Now that would actually be hot

Feyre is talking about how all the members of the inner circle suffered and are traumatized and theyve all learned to live with it and, not to extend too much sympathy to Rhysand, but all of the ICs major traumatic events happened centuries ago, his traumatic event happened one (1) year ago and it lasted 49 years i think its gonna take a little more time till hes all better

ughhhhhhh dont remind me of Amrens stupid romance subplot im gonna kill myself

Starfall is called Die Nacht der fallenden Sterne [the night of the calling stars] in german which is so much cooler and more whimsical, shoutout to my gal pal Alexandra Ernst for attempting to reinsert atleast a little bit of whimsy into this joyless world

Also, apparently its expected that Rhysand spend the first starfall in fifty years with his people, his people in this case referring to the Verlarians in the city that no one knows exists and not the people living in his courts actual capital. then again, i guess those bozos are all trapped under a mountain and wouldnt be able to watch it anyway so who cares

Amren said "hes not lucky to have us, we're lucky to have him" like yeah, hes paying you all exorbitant salaries just for being his buddies

God, amrens jacking rhys off so hard rn I cant believe she didnt wanna have sex with him when he asked

btw Im not even gonna dignify all that vaguely meta bullshit about how Tamlin is the golden prince and rhysand is the villain in the stories but the villain in stories is the guy who locks maidens away in towers and rhys freed her with anx kind of commentary because its just stupid, its just sjm bashing you over the head with how subversive she is when Tamlin and Rhysand are basically the same guy with different aesthetics at this point, like Feyre is not making a choice between the goodboy hero and the badboy villain, shes making a choice between a Bad Boy with a Heart of Gold (green) and a Bad Boy with a Heart of Gold (black)

#anti acotar #anti acomaf #anti rhysand #anti feysand #flames and darkness liveblog

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Greetings!

Hope you have a wonderful day. Need to admit, for a long time my thoughts have been occupied by some questions, if you don’t mind:

How do Hans and Clara feel about their own bodies? For Hans I mean the human form, for the Nutcracker everything is clear thanks to your comics.

And I don't even mean this in a sexual context.

But when they are alone with themselves, when they take off their clothes to change for bedtime, how do they see themselves? Do they think things like, “Well, I guess I'm pretty good-looking, I'm comfortable with the way I look,” or “I'm self-conscious about my body for one reason or another, I don't think I'm attractive.”

Or maybe those are thoughts like “Yes, I’m not completely perfect, there is something about me that doesn’t suit me (scars, moles, etc.), but I think that I look quite beautiful to others.” Not in the narcissism or self-praise way, but calm recognition and acceptance.

And the following question is: once they have already discovered their feelings for each other, do those thoughts change? Does each tremblingly assume that the other will want to share physical warmth with him/her, or is he/she sad, not finding himself/herself good enough for the beloved to look at?

(I apologize in advance if these are too sensitive questions. Frankly, I’ve been thinking hard for some time now about drawing a short comic about such mental tossing, SFW, of course. But I’m very afraid of making a mistake with the character analysis.)

Oh no problem at all! These are particular questions that you don't get to think of often for characters (me at least) but I'll see what I can cook up.

For the first question... hm, I would say Clara is quite comfortable with her own appearance, which she is also thankful for since she's the daughter of a highly stimated family so she doesn't have to go too out of her way to be a pretty presence in meetings and the such, but she does tend to feel a little "too simple" when she's near other girls and women who look a lot more regal and beautiful than her. Nothing bad mind you, it's just a thought that crosses her mind. As for Hans... in pre-curse he's incredibly nervous about his own appearance. He does look fine, but since he's been raised in the Royal Castle, he has always thought of himself as unworthy, a simpleton. Always surrounded by royalty and highly stimated people made him feel out of place with his appearance, if that makes sense. In post-curse he has scars on his body, and at first he thought they ruined his image even more, other than reminding him of the terrifying Mouse King he had to fight. And still felt out of place in Clara's world, fearing people could tell he's not from their world and questioning him about it. Eventually these opinions get better as time goes on thanks to Clara's company and support and spending time with people who he feels closer to his own status.

As for the second question, well Clara doesn't really have thought about that, but Hans would definitely feel not worthy of her attention, especially when he's a nutcracker (for obvious reasons) and fears that Clara will be disappointed when she will see what he actually looks like.

I hope these answers satisfy your curiosity! I don't get to think about this kind of topics so they may sound off or incomplete, apologies ksjdng

#TheLastNutcracker #TLNask

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tokkias · 10 months

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wait for her ship: natsu dragneel x lucy heartfilia summary: the light you gave to guide me, will never fade away. but moving forward never felt as hard as today. ao3

The gentle jingle of the bell as the door opened signalled the arrival of a customer, drawing out the florist from the back of the store to the counter where she could greet her new customer.

Flowers of every type and colour lined the walls and floors, the likes of which Natsu hadn’t even seen in vast fields of wildflowers on his adventures.

It wasn’t his favourite place; the way the scent of each flower lingered in the air was a bit much for him, but Lucy liked them, so he always made the sacrifice to come in here once a year, if only to see the beaming smile on her face when she saw the bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"Good morning," the florist greeted as Natsu walked up to the counter.

"Mornin’," he replied with a short nod. "I need some roses," Natsu told her. "Red ones."

"How many would you like?" She replied with a smile.

"Nine, please."

She gave him a polite smile, nodding in understanding, before she went to gather the flowers for him.

It was the dead middle of spring, and flowers were blooming all throughout Magnolia. Most often, Natsu would find himself picking flowers on his own for Lucy, a gesture she had always found sweet and romantic, but once every year for their anniversary, he would go out of his way to buy her roses from this sweet little shop two streets down from her apartment.

"Red roses," the florist hummed as she brought them back to the counter. "Are you getting them for someone special?"

"They’re for my girlfriend," Natsu replied. "I think they’re kinda dumb, but she likes them."

The woman cut the stems to length and wrapped them in light pink paper.

"Do you need a gift tag?" She offered.

"Nah, she’ll know who they’re from," Natsu shrugged.

Passing the bouquet over to him, Natsu took it eagerly and counted the amount he was given.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine. All there.

"Thanks," Natsu said as he turned to make his exit.

"I hope she likes them," the florist called out from behind them.

"She will," Natsu assured, opening the door and letting the bell jingle once more.

The walk down to their meeting spot had him feeling almost giddy. He’d given her flowers often enough, but it had been a while since she’d received a full bouquet from him, and he was certain she would be pleased with them. The petals were a vibrant, rich red. They matched the shade that Lucy’s cheeks flushed whenever he gave them to her. She rarely wore red, but he thought it looked nice on her. Red was his colour; seeing it on her made his heart race fast in his chest, reminding him that she was his.

The florist had been kind enough to remove the thorns before organising them into the bouquet, something that Natsu was thankful for considering the grip he held on them, his hands practically shaking with anticipation at the prospect of seeing his Lucy again.

He wanted to see that bright-eyed smile and hear that melodic laugh as she pulled him into a tight hug, ever thankful that he had not only remembered their anniversary but had thought to bring her such gorgeous flowers.

As he walked up the hill, Natsu saw her lying right where she always was, and the sight of it alone was enough for him to increase his pace to almost a jog to reach her. The grass here had grown long and lush since the first time he had brought her flowers, and it softened the thud that he made as he dropped to his knees before her.

Gently, he placed the roses in front of her headstone.

"Hey," Natsu greeted, his voice low, quiet, hoping that somehow she could still hear him.

He was met with silence, just as he was every other time he came to see her.

He didn’t blame her. It wasn’t her fault.

"Sorry, I didn’t bring Happy today," he murmured. "I just wanted it to be us."

It had hurt to tell the poor exceed to stay home; he had wanted to see Lucy just as bad as Natsu, but it had been so long since he’d had the chance to tell her all the things he couldn’t say with Happy here.

He shifted from his knees to a more comfortable position, knowing he was going to be here for a while.

"I got ya the roses you like," he told her, never sure if she could see the gifts he bought her. "I hope they make ya happy."

Knowing the way her eyes glistened with happy tears every time he gave them to her made him confident they would, but the silence she provided clawed at his heart, threatening to rip it out of his chest.

"I miss you," he managed to mumble out, tears threatening to prick at the corner of his eyes.

Nothing.

"I love you," he tried.

Nothing.

His head fell back, looking up at the sky, cloudless and blue, just the way his Lucy liked it.

Part of him wished it wasn’t; he wished that no one else could enjoy the things Lucy loved when she couldn’t; he wished that the world couldn’t still be filled with joy when all of his had been taken away from him.

Natsu clenched his teeth, his hands digging fists into the dirt as he tried to hold back the tears that had already begun to slip down his cheeks. He’d already done so much crying in front of her that she must have thought him pathetic that he still did so all these years later, but it just wasn’t fair.

It wasn’t fucking fair.

His Lucy had been taken from him, somewhere he couldn’t join her, and now he was forced to pick up the pieces as though nothing had happened.

Everyone else had moved on.

Why?

How could they do that when his Lucy was gone?

His Lucy. The most incredible woman to have graced Earth Land.

She was kind, and smart, and pretty, and she had the cutest smile and the prettiest laugh.

And she didn’t deserve this.

He had wanted to see her grow old, to see the smile lines form permanently on her face, to see the stretchmarks across her belly from carrying their children. He had wanted to walk to the ends of the earth and back with her, to make her happy every day for the rest of her life.

He hoped he had, even if that time was shorter than he had wanted.

Wails filled the air, sending the birds fleeing from their nests in fear of his cries, which shattered the once peaceful quiet.

Let them flee.

They knew nothing of the unimaginable grief and sorrow he felt.

He sobbed and gasped, no longer ashamed of letting her see just how broken he was without her. It was like losing her had left a hole in his heart that could never be filled.

He cried, and cried, and cried, until there were no more tears to fall and nothing left for him to give, leaving him heaving for breath.

The tears had left his vision foggy, and he could hardly make out the letters when he looked back down at her headstone, but even through the tears, he could still make out a round yellow bird perched atop it that hadn’t been there before.

With the back of his hand, Natsu wiped away his tears to watch it bounce around, careful not to scare this one off this time.

It seemed it noticed his stare and cocked its head to the side, curiously. Part of him felt compelled to hold his hand out for it and hope it would hop onto it, but instead he was content to sit and observe.

The bird fluttered down from its spot on the headstone to the roses, where it curiously hopped around, poking its head into the petals of the flowers. Once it seemed content with its exploration, it chirped out a series of notes, seemingly expressing its satisfaction with the bouquet.

Natsu sat completely still as it began to bounce around once more, not wanting to scare off the gentle creature. Despite his worries, it seemed as though the bird did not share his fears, hopping over to perch on the toe of his sandal.

He cocked his head to the side slightly, and the bird mimicked his motions before whistling out a gentle tune for him.

He could picture Lucy’s reaction so clearly in his head: the way she’d clutch on to his arm and giggle, ooh-ing and ahh-ing at the creature and its songs, fascinated with how close such a timid creature chose to get to him, and perhaps a little jealous that it had picked him over her. He could almost hear her joyous cries in the song that it sang out for him before it flew back into the sky, never to be seen again.

#nalu #fairy tail #fan fiction #fanfiction #mya writes things #me writing this: die die kill maim etc etc

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agonyaster · 2 years

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mm more depot agent fanfic inspired by the lovely @pigdemonart’s work. one day im gonna write something for all of them i love em too much

ao3 link

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“Gooood morning everyone!” Emmet greets, waltzing into the meeting room five minutes late like nothing’s wrong.

Isadore resists the urge to grind his teeth as his boss sinks down into the chair next to his brother at the head of the table, setting down a cup of coffee for his twin. Ingo doesn’t even respond, hand propping up his head as he snores genty. There’s a sticky note with a frowny face doodled on it stuck to his forehead, and Isadore would bet his entire paycheck that Jackie put it there.

Emmet peels the sticky note off and snaps his fingers under his brother’s nose until he startles awake. He blinks blearily, and after spending a few moments in and out of consciousness, Ingo reaches for the coffee in front of him.

Someone stands and clears their throat, smiling politely at the employees gathered. Isadore recognizes them— Bailey from one of the managerial departments. Good work ethic. Low confidence. Lactose intolerant.

“Well, uhm, now that we’re all here, I do have a few things to say on behalf of the pokémon managerial department before we get started.” They cast a glance towards the bosses. “If that’s alright with you two?”

They give a matching set of thumbs ups.

“Perfect! Okay, as I’m sure some of you know already, checkups for some of the pokémon managed by the station have just wrapped up. Things went really well, but one of our Manectric isn’t permitted to keep battling for health reasons.” Their hands fidget with the cuffs of their shirt. “We’ve already started training an Electrike to take her place and he’s just gotten cleared by the vet, so we’re full steam ahead!”

The twins snicker at that. Furze downright cackles.

“But since Manectric is retiring, she can’t really stay with the station.” From the corner of his eye, Isadore watches as Furze starts to draw a train on Ingo’s discarded sticky note. “So like we do with all other retiring pokémon, we just wanted to put a word out there that if anyone’s interested in taking her in to let us know!”

Bailey clears their throat awkwardly. “No pressure, of course! Miss Indira’s got connections and nice places for her to stay but… you know. Like to keep it local, if we can.

“Caroline’s planning to send out an email with details and everything but, uhm, we’d really appreciate it if you could get the word out to your departments. Our announcements always end up in spam folders and no one’s gotten around to fixing it yet.”

A few moments of silence pass.

“Thanks for listening, I guess I’ll just hand it off to you guys.” Bailey sinks back down into their chair and the twins pop up like a two-headed jack in the box.

The rest of the meeting goes… fine. As well as it can go with such inefficient people at the helm. Furze filled up the entire sticky note— back and front— after five minutes, and had moved onto the backs of his hands.

His shift was tolerable, a few challengers, but none that made it past the bosses. When Cameron came in and heard about the Manectric he started to cry, which was incredibly foolish. Cameron didn’t even use any of the station’s Manectric.

When he clocks out for the night, his eyes linger on the flier someone’s posted in the break room about the whole Manectric situation. When he gets home, all Isadore can think about is the grayed-out icon of Manectric on the storage system.

That night, he dreams of fur sharp as needles and affectionate nuzzles that left his hand numb.

He wakes up early the next morning and begrudgingly fills out the paperwork. It’s better not to fight it. Having to leave for work even earlier than normal is an unwelcome change to his schedule, but it’s tolerable.

“Isadore! It’s great to see you!” Kasey, accounting. Myopic. Bad temper. Youngest of four siblings. “What brings you down here?”

“I need to meet with Caroline.”

“You pass her office so much on your way down to HR, I’m sure you already know the way.”

He ignores the comment and makes his way down the hallway, stopping in front of Caroline’s door and knocking sharply. There’s a muffled sound of movement on the other side, and then someone opens the door.

“Hey there! What can I help you with?” Caroline smiles brightly and waves him in.

Isadore doesn’t bother to sit down. “I’m here to talk about the Manectric. I’m interested in taking her in.”

“Oh! Perfect!” She settles down at her desk and starts rummaging through the drawers of her desk. “There’s a few forms I’m gonna have you fill out but-”

“There’s no need for that.” He sets the completed paperwork down on the desk, and she stares at it with wide eyes.

Caroline reaches out and flips through it, scanning the pages. “Well, you just made my job a whole lot easier.” She drums her fingers on her desk. “It’ll take a few days to go through processing and background checks— it’s policy, as I’m sure you know. But I’ll be sure to contact you once everything is cleared, of course.”

“Thank you. Have a nice day.”

The next time Isadore sees Caroline, she’s grinning from ear to ear and waving a fistful of papers above her head. It doesn’t take long to sign the last form and officially transfer ownership, so he goes home with Manectric’s pokéball tucked into his pocket.

Night one is uneventful; she spends the first half hour wandering around the apartment, smelling everything he owns. Then, after scarfing down dinner, she proceeds to make a beeline for the bathroom and hops into the tub, settling down for a nap.

The next morning, she doesn’t want to do much after having breakfast, so Isadore leaves for work without much worry. He should have worried.

Isadore comes home to an apartment covered in stuffing. Manectric barks at him in greeting, fluff hanging out the corner of her mouth, and goes back to ripping at the couch cushion.

He bends down, screams into one of his (decimated) pillows, composes himself, and starts to pick up the mess.

She’s still bouncing off the walls once he’s finished, and after a walk in which she almost dislocates his shoulder, Isadore’s setting up a baby gate in the kitchen and feeling thoroughly ridiculous.

Turns out, Manectric are very adept at jumping. He learns that when he comes home to Manectric in the middle of the living room and a toasted bedspread. Dragons, he should’ve removed Overheat from her moveset as soon as she came home.

But it’s fine, things are fine. He replaces her more dangerous moves with things like Protect and Thunder Wave before she can take down the power in the whole complex with a Volt Switch, accepts that the bedspread is a lost cause and throws it out, and goes for a walk even longer than the one last night. His shoulder aches, but it’s a small price to pay.

The next morning, Isadore tries his best to shove down his anxiety when he leaves for work. He’s grateful that the trashcan is tucked away into a drawer— he doesn’t think he could stomach having to clean a mess like that up.

A voice in the back of his head that sounds like his inay tells him to just leave Manectric in her pokéball. It’s tempting, but something stops him. It just wouldn’t be fair to leave a pokémon who’s used to battling every day stuck in her pokéball all day.

Isadore spends all of his lunch break reading articles on how to fix these behavioral problems. Every one of them advises battling to get rid of excess energy but she can’t and Jackie makes fun of him for being on his phone and he comes back home to his books all over the floor some of them in multiple pieces—

It’s fine. He’s fine. He’ll make it through this. He didn’t even like Huckleberry Finn that much and this is just an excuse to throw it out without feeling bad. There’s already an HR complaint stewing in the back of his head that he can submit later to get back at Jackie.

Tossing a tennis ball down the hallway, he deliberates on how to handle the whole… situation. Living like this isn’t an option— he won’t have an apartment to come back to at this rate and putting Manectric in her pokéball nearly every day would be cruel.

Manectric trots back over, tennis ball in her mouth, and Isadore’s struck with a thought. It isn’t an idea he particularly likes, but it’s the only option he has.

So the next day at work, he stakes out the break room until Ramses comes in for his morning coffee. When he finally does, Isadore descends upon him.

“Isadore! How have you been?” he greets with a tip of the hat, grabbing a cup from one of the cabinets.

“There’s no need for that.” He pushes a cup into Ramses’ hands. “You took in a station Manectric four years ago.”

“Er, yes I did.”

“I was just wondering, did you have any behavioral issues with them?”

Ramses hums. “A few, yeah. Had to get a whole new set of throw pillows because of him.” He chuckles. “Not that I’m exactly complaining— they look great!”

“I see.”

“Why do you ask?” His eyes sparkle with intrigue. “Wait, did you take in the one that just got retired?”

“I did,” Ramses grins at his words, “and she’s presenting me with a few… unique challenges.”

“You should’ve just said so! It’s a lot harder for pokémon so used to battling to adapt to domestic life than you think it is.” Ramses clicks his tongue. “We were lucky enough to already have a Quagsire that helped him get out excess electricity but he was still as wild as a Zorua in a Torchic coop!”

“Ah…” It’s not looking too good for the few survivors of Manectric’s first pillow mauling. Perhaps he should prepare a funeral.

“You know, why don’t we get the two together? There’s a nice park not too far away, and it’ll be good for them to get out, he can teach her how not to be so wild.”

Immediately, there’s guilt. “You really don’t have to do that, Ramses.”

“Nonsense! How does tomorrow morning sound?”

“It sounds just fine.” He coughs. “Thank you, by the way.”

“Oh, don’t mention it.” Something crackles over the radio and Ramses is off to go face a challenger, coffee still in hand.

Saturday comes faster than he’s prepared for. It’s probably because only the toilet paper was lost in Manectric’s latest attack against everything he owns.

Ramses arrives a few minutes after he does, and while it is a little weird to see him without a hat, Isadore gets over it. Their Manectric greet each other with a few barks, copious amounts of tail wagging and sniffing, but they finish before too long.

They set off through the park and Isadore’s Manectric is weaving every which way, stopping to sniff every bush they pass and sending volts of electricity spiraling towards any Pidove that lands on the path. Ramses’ isn’t so happy about this, howling at the younger Manectric and nipping at her heels.

“Are they supposed to be doing that?” Isadore asks, trying not to let the worry taint his voice too much.

They’ve come to a stop in one of the grassier areas and the Manectric have taken this as a sign to start wrestling with each other. Sparks are flying and tails are getting pulled and he’s starting to get a little concerned.

Ramses waves his hand dismissively. “Won’t worry, they’re just saying hi. It’s been awhile, but they did know one another back at the station. Plus, she’s getting some energy out! This is good.”

“She isn’t supposed to be battling-”

“Just because she shouldn't battle doesn't mean she shouldn't get physical exercise. It's like a walk just with more… teeth.” Ramses chortles. “At least I hope this has more teeth involved than your normal walks.”

“It does.”

“Good, good…” Ramses watches them wrestle for a few moments. “So, is there a reason why Manectric tickled your fancy? There haven’t been many retirees lately but you haven’t shown any interest in any of them.”

Isadore pauses. “Not particularly. When I was growing up, my inay— er, my mother— kept a Jolteon. Maybe that's part of it.”

“Oh, I believe it. There’s just something about being raised alongside a certain type of pokémon that inclines you to em.” Ramses hums to himself. “Maybe that’s why the twins like their bug types so much…”

“Pardon?”

“Oh, their mom had a Beautifly. She passed some years back, but memories like those stay with a kid.”

“How do you know their mother?”

Ramses stares at him in confusion for a few moments before realization dawns on his face. “I always forget, you’re just a little bit too young to have known Sonny!”

“Who?”

“The twins’ dad. Worked at the station for a long time— was one of the first people I met there. He and Ella are retired up in Anville nowadays. I should really go visit…”

“How old are you, exactly?”

Ramses snorts. “That is a secret.”

The rest of their little outing goes surprisingly well. They part ways at the entrance to the park and Manectric trots at his side the whole trip back, only breaking away to chase a Pidove once.

She’s… calm, when they get back home. Rests her head on his lap when Isadore settles down with a book and some tea. They go for another walk and she doesn’t try to rip his arm out.

That night, she falls asleep in the hallway instead of the tub. Isadore finds this out when he walks out of his bedroom and is immediately hit with enough static from the carpet to make his hair stand on end.

He sees Ramses at work that day, and the old man smiles and waves, just like he does with any other coworker. In fact, he doesn’t bring it up until they’re leaving work on Friday.

“Will I be seeing you tomorrow?”

“...Yes. Yes you will.”

They meet up at the entrance of the park, just like they did last week. As they make their way through the park, Ramses just… talks. About anything, about everything. And he doesn’t even expect him to say anything back, so they just walk and he talks and Isadore listens to how brunch with Cloud and her wife went, or how Isaac scared their Quagsire with a Sliggoo watering can the other day, or how his goddaughter would be coming to visit in the next few months.

The weather starts to turn. There’s a coffee cart in the park that recognizes them and starts to give them free scones. Isadore forgets his scarf one day and Ramses marches all the way back to his apartment to give him one. It’s a very nice scarf, warm and hand-knitted and a very pleasing shade of blue, but Isadore’s not too sure he was worth all the rush.

That was the day he met Isaac, who was enjoying an espresso when Ramses came barging in. He was a perfectly pleasant man, but his Quagsire spent the better half of their conversation trying to eat Isadore’s watch.

Floette came bobbing out of the house alongside Ramses and started to pick flowers as soon as she laid eyes on Isadore. She places a ring of flowers atop his head and floats back towards the door, extremely annoyed when she realizes it’s been closed already.

He feels a little foolish walking around like that all day, but it would be rude to take it off. So the flower crown stays.

It doesn’t end up wilting, even with the weather it had to endure, so Isadore keeps it on a shelf in the living room.

He does end up meeting Ramses’ goddaughter, too: a girl named Ruth who wears earrings that make a lot of noise and who always laughs at her godfather’s jokes. She’s studying linguistics in Kalos and owns a Honchkrow that swept the floor with him during her challenge to the battle subway.

“Well you two go have fun, Isaac and I are headed down to one of those fancy stationery stores down in Castelia,” she says, popping her back with an exaggerated stretch. “Need to prove to my parents that I still know how to send a letter.”

“Feel free to pick something up while you’re out, Ruthie and I will probably grab lunch before we come back.” Isaac scratches under the chins of both Manectric, who nuzzle him for more affection. “It was nice seeing you again, Isadore.”

He gives a clipped nod. “Likewise.” He’s not really sure of the last time someone said it was nice to see him.

Each pair goes their separate ways, and guilt starts to gnaw its way through Isadore’s stomach. He can’t keep going on like this.

Manectric doesn’t need these outings anymore, hasn’t for a long time. She’s stopped destroying the apartment, can discharge any excess electricity in the generator at the bottom of the complex, and has figured out how to entertain herself just fine during the day when Isadore’s at work.

He doesn’t need to keep wasting Ramses’ time like this, but a selfish part of him still wants to.

They barely make it five minutes until Isadore breaks down.

“I haven’t been… totally honest with you,” he starts, interrupting Ramses’ talk of Kalosian legends that Ruth had been teaching him about this week.

Ramses tenses up, mouth twisting into a frown.

“Manectric doesn’t need these anymore. She’s doing wonderful at home.”

And then Ramses starts to laugh— to laugh of all things! Isadore can feel the shame rising in him.

He swipes at his eyes. “You had me worried! I thought it was something serious.”

Isadore feels like his brain has been reset. “This isn’t serious to you?”

“Not particularly. Isadore, I knew she was doing just fine months ago. She wouldn’t have even been allowed at the station if she was such a troublemaker.” He snorts, trying to stamp down the last few chuffs of laughter rising in his chest.

“Then why didn’t you stop?”

“Because I enjoy it.” Ramses says it like it’s the most obvious thing on earth. “Do you really think I would have offered to help if I didn’t want to?”

“Well…”

Ramses looks up at him, face sincere. “I appreciate your company, Isadore. I’m sorry if I didn’t make that clear enough before now.”

“You shouldn’t apologize, I’m the one who-”

“No harm no foul, right?” He chuckles and starts walking again, beckoning for Isadore to join him. “Now c’mon, we can’t let those mutts get too far without us. And they’ll probably end up hunting down those Ducklett at the pond, and then there will be some harmed fowl.”

Isadore can’t help but snort at that. Ugh. When did those jokes start being funny?

#writing #pokemon #depot agents #depot agent ramses #depot agent isadore #manectric #my favorite little dorito disaster #dori dori dori dori #and ramses <3 teddybear man #got some cloud n cameron things in thr works #solo jackie too #but we shall see

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