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thegnomelord · 6 months

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For the 500 followers game (congrats btw) 9 with Price, soap, and m!reader???

Thanks anon, I went back and forth between giving reader or Price the piercing, but ended up with reader. I used some of @rodolfoparras old man price stuff as inspiration :Dd, play the game HERE.

Prompt: "You have a piercing where?"

CW: NSFW, M reader, sub bottom Price, sub top Soap, reader has piercings, oral, double penetration, body shots, light feminization of Price.

Like with most stupid ideas, booze was to blame. It had started out with just sharing a few drinks of Price's special whiskey after a mission, but knowing you and knowing Johnny, that quickly developed into taking body shots off each other. Price had been hesitant to do it but your and Soap's quick and loving, if a bit disorganized, kisses had swallowed his usual words— I'm too old, I'm not good at this, I— until he caved.

Whiskey swirls in the little glass, sparkling in the light as you pour it between his ample pecks, cold liquor forcing a shiver down Price's spine and sticking to his chest hair like molasses. Your hands ease the tension in his frame, firmly pushing his pecks together to create a deep valley you could follow with your tongue, the cold of the booze replaced by the little piece of metal piercing your tongue dragging against his skin as you slurped up the whiskey.

Your eyes meet Price's, your tongue sticking out to show off your piercing and the brown booze pooling around it before you swallowed.

"Bloody tease," Price growls, bringing your faces closer with a hand on your chin so he could kiss you. This is new; you have plenty of piercings but your past partners had soured the idea of wearing more 'extreme' piercings around them, but in this moment Price is happy you'd forgotten to take it out. The heat of your mouth contrasting with the cold metal, the 'clack' it makes when clicking against his teeth, the sensation of something foreign swirling around his mouth— it is just such a new sensation. One he is getting addicted to.

"Oi, don't bloody forget me," Soap growls, capturing your attention and your mouth the second you separated from Price, giving you a sloppy kiss.

"Wouldn't dream of it." You chuckle, reclining back on the bed just enough for Soap to pour booze haphazardly on your abdomen just so he could taste your sweat mingling with it. They were all half naked and sticky with spit, alcohol, and sweat, a heavy scent of heat in the air making you flush.

"Fockin' 'ell," Johnny breathes against your skin, collecting the last drops of liquor in his tongue and jerking up to kiss you, sharing the burn the whiskey brings. "That piercing's some'tin' else." He chuckles, suckling on your tongue and the piercing.

"Do you have any more lad?" Price asks, a low flame burning in his belly from watching his sergeants act like that.

"Got my dick pierced." You shrug without thinking.

Price sobers up real quick at your words, glancing at Soap as if to ask if he heard you right. "Repeat that," He says, his eyes narrowed. "You have a piercing where?"

You open your mouth, but Soap beats you to it. "Hold on," He shakes his head, a look in his eyes denoting trouble. "Yea've got a thing in yer knob?" He looks bewildered, then perks up. "Show it."

Your eyes swivel to look at Price to see a familiar look on his face; that uncertainty — same one your previous partners had. "I don't know..."

"Oh come on, I'm begging on me bum knee," Soap whines, tugging on your pants with a desperate whine, turning his attention to Price. "C'mon, back me up here geezer."

Price's eyes narrow at the name, but can't help the way heat flares in his stomach. There's a sort of morbid curiosity in him, wanting to know what your cock would look like with piercings, what they would feel against his tongue, how they'd feel inside him—

"Yeah," He breathes out, leveling his gaze with you, determination hiding the slight trepidation nibling on his bones. "Yeah, we want to see it."

You look unconvinced, but relent. Shuffling off the bed you quickly find your piercings and come back to bed, sitting on the edge. Before you know it Soap's in front of you, "Oh, don't go hiding now." He grumbles, watching your every move like a kid on Christmas.

"He's right," Price sits next to you, a gentle hand on your neck as he kisses you sweetly, "We won't judge you."

You breathe out a short laugh and quickly undo your pants, your hard cock springing free. They watch transfixed as you put your piercings in, a prince albert and an apadravya, the metal shining brightly against your flushed skin.

"Well fock me sideways," Soap laughs in disbelief, falling to his knees and taking hold of your shaft, "It's like yer cock's got horns!"

His words bring a laugh out of you, and Price chuckles along, the light atmosphere helping him gain the courage to sink to his knees next to Johnny, their broad shoulders keeping your legs spread open. "It is something." He hums, licking his lips.

"Stop staring at it." You grumble, not expecting Soap to swallow you balls deep in one go the moment your words leave your mouth. The way your piercings hit the back of his throat has Johnny groaning like a whore, bringing moans from your chest.

"Leave some for me you muppet." Price growls, yanking Johnny by his hair, a wet and lewd 'slurp' ringing across the room, your shaft shining with Johnny's spit. You don't have any time to breathe before Price leans in to experimentally lap at your cockhead, his breath stuttering as he takes you into his mouth.

It's the sensation of the cold steel resting on his tongue and Soap's encouraging but sloppy kiss at the corner of his lip that has him taking a bit more, wrapping his plump lips around your shaft and hollowing his cheeks to swallow around you, his own dick getting harder from your resounding groan.

Johnny joins in soon after, giving wet and messy kisses along the flesh not in Price's mouth, the difference in Price's constant pressure on your cock and the sloppy tongue bath Johnny's giving your balls making heat gather in your stomach. Hell, the sight of them both almost worshiping your cock has your mind fuzzy with desire, your heart fluttering every time you feel Price's inquisitive tongue swirl around your metal piercings.

"Shit," You breathe out, your fingers carding through their hair without trying to push Price down further on your cock. "I'm not gonna last long." This time you grip Price's hair just firm enough to lightly tug him off you, patting your thigh "How about it captain, want us to take care of you?"

A violent and pleasant shiver races down Price's spine, not at all aided by the hungry groan Johnny lets out. The last time you two had 'taken care' of him he'd been fucked within an inch of his life and been walking funny for a week, but fuck, had that felt wonderful. And not to mention that now he was given the chance to feel your piercings inside him.

Price doesn't say anything, only standing up long enough to take off his pants and boxers before sitting in your lap, your cocks hard and flush as they rub against each other. "Yeah," He finally says, his hands wrapping around your neck when you roughly fist both of your cocks, only to jump when Soap's tongue sloppily swipes across his puckered rim.

"Fock, forgot what an ass yae have Capt'n." Johnny groans, blindly passing you the lube before he focuses on eating Price out like he's Johnny's last meal, wetly slurping at his hole, his spit drooling down his chin and cock twitching at the way Price groans.

Price shivers and whines, his head falling to rest on your shoulder the moment your lubed fingers press alongside Johnny's tongue, cock twitching the moment your first finger breathes him. "Yeah? Like that Captain?" You put emphasis on his rank, pushing a second finger in and scissoring, spreading his hole open so Johnny's tongue can push inside unrestrained. "You like it when we use your cunt?"

"Yes," Price groans, mind swimming with arousal, low and husky moans falling from his lips with every brush of your fingers against his prostate, every swipe of Soap's tongue, the way you work him up to four fingers making his body burn with the stretch so pleasantly. "I love it when my Sergeants use me."

You smirk, continuing to stretch him open, uncaring of how much he shifts and tries to wiggle his hips in an attempt to get you to fuck him. "Hear that Soap?" You hum, feeling Soap's groan vibrate against your fingers. "We'll have to fuck him good, pump him full," You continue, knowing how much your dirty talk fuels both of their arousals.

Price is whining soft little 'please, sir fuck me,'s against your ear when you finally pull your fingers out of his spasming hole, even without looking you can tell his hole is clenching around nothing, greedy thing. "You get your wish now." You lift him up to position the head of your cock against his hole, letting gravity do all the work on the way down.

"Fuck-" He moans, head lolling back and heavy chest heaving for breath. You'd stretched him good, but he's unaccustomed to the way the piercings scrap against his walls, precum spurting weakly from his tip the second your piercing presses insistently against his prostate. "-so good,"

"Don't forget about me," Johnny grins, wrapping a rough hand around his waist, his cock nudging against Price's hole as it flutters around your shaft. "Here ah come," He says and pushes. Initially his body tries to resist, clamping down on your shaft you nearly cum there and then, but a few swipes of your thumb against Price's tip has him relaxing just enough for the constant pressure of Johnny's tip to finally slip inside.

A weak sound leaves Price's throat, mouth moving in a silent moan as Johnny pushes inside inch by inch, forcing his body to yield. You all stop to give him a few seconds to catch his breath, your cocks twitching inside his tightly clenching walls. "So good for us captain." You chuckle and buck your hips without warning, drawing a moan and a spurt of precum from him when your piercing brushes against his prostate.

"Aye, good fockin' cocksleeve." Johnny groans in Price's ear, following your movements and bucking harshly into his tight heat. You swallow Price's moans with bruising kisses, letting Johnny rut into him like a bull while you languidly roll your hips, abusing him with sensations that leaves him shaking and moaning, pathetic tears prickling his eyes.

"That's right captain?" You ask, subtly picking up the pace, spit and lube noisily 'squelching' as both of your cocks push and pull inside him, "That's what you're good for, taking us so well,"

"Yes, yes, yes-" Price moans, cock dribbling precum like a tap from the way your cocks stretch him, from the way your piercings rub firmly on his prostate, "-please, give me, I need-" He moans before he can finish, but you understand what he wants, one look at Johnny telling you he won't last long either.

Finally you two cum, and the sensation of your and Johnny's cum flooding his insides pushes him into his own orgasm, painting your front in white, watery cum. The both all but collapse on top of you, your cocks plugging up your mixed cum inside him.

"You alright?" You ask, brushing a sweaty lock of hair out of Price's hair.

"Yeah," He smiles, pleased like a fat cat. "Maybe I should get a piercing too." Price slurs, giving you a lazy kiss.

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Don't Fear The Reaper (Part Four/ Dark!Tommy)

Summary: In attempts to escape the continued teasing about your small mishap the previous day, and the unwarranted grand display of roses sent anonymously to you that morning, you find yourself down by the docks of Small Heath where you would attempt to escape not the playful banter from your colleagues but the heavy footsteps of a man following you, when an unexpected individual conveniently comes to your aid. Your boss, Tommy.

Warnings: Language, supernatural themes, visions, manipulation of time, angst, fluff, smut, stalking, controlling behaviour, dark romance, violence, manipulation, obsessiveness, dark!tommy (This is a dark fic, please read the warnings before continuing)

Word Count: 3577

"Early bird catches the worm" Polly said winking to you as she blew out the matchstick she had just used to light one of the many candles now scattered throughout the room whilst you walked through the offices early the next morning, Intent on making up for your tardiness from the previous day.

" Something like that" you smiled back, taking off the many layers of attire you had dressed yourself in an attempt to keep the bitter frost that had descended on the city from numbing every finger and toe you wished to keep intact. That, and a keen display to every resident of Small Heath you was adamant knew of your little mishap yesterday morning that you wasn't a woman that goes flaunting her bare legs willy-nilly to any Tom, Dick and Harry.

"Ladies" Ada said, walking through with a giggling Ethel and Betsy following behind her. "Save me from them" She whispered to you, thankful for your presence and the diversion you gave from Ethel's ever expanding list of profanities.

" Getting brutal out there already" Ethel commented, rubbing her hands together as everyone turned to face her, pleasantly surprised by the lack of artistic flare in her choice of words. " So cold it would make any fuckers bollocks shrink back up" she said, running over to the burning candle Polly had lit as she hovered her trembling hands over the warm orange flame. Never mind. "What?" Ethel asked, oblivious to everything but the four pairs of eyes now staring back at her.

" Two minutes..." Polly said pointing at Ethel who was now rolling her eyes at the Shelby matriarch and everyone else that was giving her disapproving shakes of their heads. "... I counted" Polly finished, placing a large washed out jar of Robertson's apricot jam on her desk with a thud. " Profanity pot. Has your name written on it, right there. Eth-el" Polly smiled, turning it to show her as Ethel opened her mouth to say something undoubtedly crude before she realised pay day was two weeks away and she'd never make it that far.

"I will be taking a vow of silence from this day forth" Ethel commented with her head held high, slowly pushing the glass jar out of sight behind a flower pot on her desk as Polly arched her brow." In thanks to the almighty, as the brides of Christ do" she said turning the document gracefully in front of her, a small dramatic sigh of reflection leaving her lips at her sudden founded faith, the same devotion that had seen her never step another foot in church since the day she got dunked by the priest on her baptism almost twenty five years ago.

" Bloody hell" Polly said, crossing her arms as Ethel cleared her throat, nodding to the pot that Polly was now wading through her pockets to find a shilling for.

"Oi oi!" John said as he strolled through the offices making a swift beeline for your desk, deliberately sitting on the pile of folders you intended on filing. " No show for us this morning Y/N?" he teased as you pulled the papers from under his rather plump bum. "Ay up" he winked, turning the tooth pick in his mouth as you rolled your eyes exceptionally high in response to his playful remarks.

"Alright darling?" Arthur commented, wrapping his arm around John's shoulders whilst he straightened his moustache out, a small smirk settling on the corner of his lips as you waited for him and everyone else to continue their badgering of you.

"Y/N" Michael sauntered over, cap in hand with a grin on his face like some over-zealous school boy. Oh, for fuck sake. Were they all waiting for you to go into a song and dance and finish off where things had ended the previous day? Diamond encrusted nipple pasties and feathers included?

"Delivery for Miss Y/L/N" came a small voice from behind the three gormless muppets in front of you.

" Yes, here" you said, parting Arthur and John to see a young boy standing with a bouquet of a dozen red roses in his hand, his eyes barely visible above the large arrangement of fresh flowers.

" Are you the girl that..." The young shop boy started to say before John put his hand over his mouth, muffling the rest of his sentence as your eyes narrowed in on the likely culprit behind all the stares you had received that morning on your way to work.

" John boy 'ere's got a big mouth, ain't that right John?" Arthur sniffed, patting his brother's shoulder as he turned to face him.

" That's not all I've got that's big love" the third in line to the Shelby throne said winking to you, a cheeky smile dimpling his rounded cheeks.

" Give over! I've seen your todger" Arthur laughed as an intense argument between them both as to the specifics of when, and if that event had even occurred ensued. Arthurs detailed description of John's preference to being stark naked from an early age solidifying the date said unfortunate event took place, resulting in the third-youngest brother to swear on each of his siblings lives that he was now, sizeably endowed.

"Thank you" you said with a sigh of relief at the welcome end to their bickering as you reached over the desk to take the bouquet from the poor boy whose mouth was still muffled by John's forgetful hand when your eyes shot up to see Tommy leaning against the doorway, a cigarette hanging loosely from the corner of his lips. Shit." No card?" You looked nervously at the boy who simply shook his head in response as Tommy's piercing stare heated your cheeks to an unfortunate shade of red. This was the last thing you needed, an unwarranted gesture sabotaging the understanding you had both come to the previous day in his office.

" Well that's not bloody fair!" Betsy huffed as Ethel bit her bottom lip in an attempt to desperately hold back her own thoughts on the extravagant gift and the vow of silence she was already close to breaking.

" Bit creepy, don't you think? No message, no idea who it's from" you said to the room whilst you abruptly stood up, smoothing down your dress before swiftly turning on your heel and marching over to the bin next to Tommy to discard of the large arrangement of flowers, intent on showing your boss exactly where you stood on the matter.

" Looks like you have a secret admirer love" Tommy smirked as he subtly tilted his head to get a better look at you as you bent down to pick up the scattered petals that had fallen at his feet in your dramatic display of loyalty. " Wonder who?" Tommy quietly mused to you looking over your shoulder, subtly jerking his head up to Michael's direction before strolling off to his office, hands casually placed in his trouser pockets as he winked to the young delivery boy. Michael. You thought to yourself, not missing the small gesture Tommy had sent his way as your head snapped to the man whose name kept coming up, the whole exchange also not going missed by Polly's watchful eye, who's feet found her charging over to Tommy's office to confront him about the little game she knew he was playing, and the flowers that were undoubtedly sent by him.

"Wait, hang on...wait. Who sent them? Fuck..." You said with your hand out to halt the delivery boy as he ran out the door. Your flustered state not quick enough to stop his speedy steps and avoidance of questions as the hustle of the office resumed and you stood there nervously watching the Shelby cousin in the corner of your eye. Was it Michael who sent you those flowers? Michael, who was watching you that night?

"Lucky posy for you me love?" an older lady dressed in ragged clothing asked with a small bouquet of heather bound with twine held out for you to take as you were about to turn the corner onto the docks. Some fresh air from the confines of the office had been your pathetic excuse to not join the others at the Garrison for drinks that afternoon, ultimately leading you to the very spot you were standing in that might as well have been the dodgiest back alley of downtown London after all of its unusual residents you had encountered on your little afternoon detour. In reality, you not only wanted peace from the worries that had begun to weigh heavy on your mind for the third time that week, but also from the constant bombardment of attention Michael had been giving you all that morning.

" No, thank you" you quietly replied as you walked under the bridge, clutching your coat around you from the drop in temperature a gust of wind tunneling through the overpass sent your way.

" Bad luck not to..." she pouted, her comment making you come to a sudden stop. Fuck. With a broken mirror, and a black cat adamant on popping up out of nowhere on a regular basis, you were in need of some good fortune.

" Ta love " she said, polishing the penny you had given her on the sleeve of her woolen coat before quickly pocketing it as her eyes scanned the darkened tunnel suspiciously for any chancers that wished to steal what was now rightfully hers." Good things be heading your way me love, I can feel it!" she called out as she waved you off. Good things. She had best be bloody right, you thought to yourself as you looked down at the small lilac bundle of flowers in your hand, a heavy feeling of unease settling in your stomach as your eyes darted up to the empty path with a row of narrowboats lined up against the embankment. Ten-minute walk max. That's all it would take for you to get to the end and back into the welcome bustle of Small Heath's main street. Why on God's green earth did you pick this bleeding path? You thought to yourself as you started walking dangerously close to the edge when you suddenly heard the distinguishable sound of someone's heavy footsteps behind you.

" Shit" you mumbled under your breath closing your eyes, every part of you wishing you had accepted your colleagues' offer to join them in the Garrison before you slowly turned your head, squinting through the settled fog to see a man in the distance walking your way. " Shit, shit shit!" you cursed yourself as your unhurried steps turned into a brisk, panicked pace.

" Hey!" He shouted, his low voice barely audible through the thick smog as he started to jog after you, you in turn frantically matching his speed as your eyes darted between a passage way mere feet away on your right, and the barge beside you to your left. Ever attentive to your surroundings, or more specifically, anything above eye level, your careless proximity to the water's edge had you tumbling over an iron pilling just as a hand reached out and grabbed hold of your arm before you fell into the icy water and, ultimately, to your death.

" Woah...careful there sweetheart. A bit cold for a swim, eh?"

" Tommy..." You cried, falling into his arms, hiding your head in his coat as your grip tightened at the sight of the man who had been chasing after you distance closed in. Unbeknownst to you, as you buried your head in your savior's chest, the very man you had feared had already come to a stop at the gulley, placing what could have only been your scarf that dreadful gust of wind blew off you as you entered the bridge only five minutes ago on a bricked wall before heading off, something you had yet to realise in your jittery state.

"Y/N? What's going on, eh?" Tommy said, holding you in front of him, the coolness from the leather of his gloved hand gently brushing a lone tear from your cheek." Hey...shhh, come on now" he hushed your sobs away, bringing you back into his strong arms as your cries overtook your mumbling attempts to explain what had you so frightened, the feeling of your body pressed firmly against his own sending a ripple of pleasure under his skin.

" I... I thought he was... Ethel and Betsy, they told me about this man..."

"Ethel and Betsy, eh?" Tommy cut you off with a chuckle as he held you firmly by your arms. " If they told me the sky was blue on a clear summer's day, I wouldn't believe them. Two of the biggest gossipers in the whole of Birmingham, no doubt told you a bunch of fibs, hm?" He said, his own little white lie leaving his lips so naturally, so calculated as you nodded your head in response looking down at the small bouquet in your hand. " Lucky Heather..." Tommy said with a playful smile as his fingers softly brushed over your hand, taking the good luck charm from you. " Not Superstitious are you Y/N?" Tommy questioned cocking a brow, twirling the stems of the flowers between his fingers before handing them back to you.

" Lately...yes" you exhaled as Tommy rested his hand on your lower back, gently gesturing you to walk with him.

" Lately eh?" Tommy said looking down at you as you met his playful stare with a smile. "Seems we've made quite the impression on you here in Small Heath Miss Y/L/N if you're stocking up on lucky posy's already hm?" He chuckled fishing in his pockets for a cigarette. His preferred Sweet Afton's, conveniently no longer his tobacco of choice.

" It's me, I'm just...getting used to it here" you said, reassuring yourself as you pushed your nagging worries away for the umpteenth time that day. " I thought you'd be at the Garrison?" You said changing the subject as you and Tommy came to a stop at the end of the path. Always so curious. Tommy thought to himself, a subtle laugh caught in his throat leaving his lips as he brushed his hand down his mouth.

" I like to come down here, to catch some quiet. Have a boat down here I check up on. "The January" he said coming to a stop, the exhale of smoke from his tobacco following the curves of your body as Tommy looked you over, measuring what it was you were really asking whilst your lips curved into a smile as you looked up at him through your dark lashes. Did you look at every man that way, or was your bashful innocence only his to enjoy? Tommy thought to himself, when his next words suddenly caught his calculated demeanor off guard. " There are plenty of quieter places in Birmingham, could take you there if you'd like. This evening?" He said waiting for your response, his fingers subtly pressing into your back at your unexpected lapse in reaction. Rejection was something Tommy had yet to experience, and in his hearts attempt to do something his mind would never contemplate, he was about to get a lesson in the very thing his dashing charm had evaded him from ever encountering.

" Oh...Perhaps, perhaps another time Tommy" you said, taken aback by his unexpected offer. He was your boss, and as much as he was both devilishly handsome and dazzlingly alluring, you had promised him to keep things professional, assuming that meant being with him too. You thought to yourself sending him a small smile before slowly walking ahead, your arms crossed in front of you as you mentally scolded yourself for refusing his offer. He had been nothing but gentlemanly to you. Had he not?

It had been an hour since you and Tommy had arrived at the Garrison to join the others for the drinks you had originally turned down, and an hour since your close encounter with what you believed to be the man that had been both watching, and following you since your arrival in Small Heath.

"Whisky or Gin?" Ada asked taking your glass as you nodded your head to the bottle of London Dry on the table that Tommy was sat across from, watching you, deciphering your every movement as a cloud of tobacco smoke from his lips briefly haltered the piercing stare he had been giving you since you both arrived. You hadn't lied to him, had you? Keeping a secret boyfriend he didn't know about? Now that would be naughty. Tommy thought to himself as he stubbed out his cigarette, determined to find out why you refused his offer down at the docks, his bitter jealously at the thought of any man being with you accept him making his usually stoic demeanor unnervingly menacing.

" Where have you been? Michael?" Polly asked as her son entered the snug, the bottom of his beige coat damp from the dewy mud-ridden cobblestones Small Heath seemed to permanently possess.

"Leave it mum" Michael responded sharply as he quickly poured himself a whisky, looking at you above the glass. What did have him so late? You thought to yourself as you looked down at the cuffs of his muddied trousers, splattered with soil like your own stockings from your frightening impromptu run along the embankment.

"That'll be my fault, Aunt Pol" Tommy said lighting another cigarette, tossing the box of matches on the chair next to him his cousin was about to sit on, the tension between the two family members heightening with each passing second." Sent Michael here on a little errand for me. Went for a run as well, I see..." Tommy said raising his brow as he looked down at his cousin's grubby dress shoes." Does anybody smell, shit?...Michael?" Tommy lent forward his nose turning up in his cousin's direction as he furrowed his brow in disgust before falling back into his chair taking a drag of cigarette as an amused laugh left his lips, Arthur and John quickly following suit at the blatant dig to the unwelcome newest member to the family.

" Fuck off Tommy. Get a delivery boy next time" Michael huffed, pushing through the crowded space with an irritated pout on his face as he made his way to the empty seat next to you.

"Alright, enough you two" Polly reprimanded them both, undoubtedly trying to diffuse the animosity they felt for one another and the sinister threats Tommy had made the previous day she knew he was capable of executing.

" You alright Y/N?" Michael said, turning to face you as you found yourself putting as much space as possible between you both, now practically sitting in Adas' lap. Why wouldn't he leave you alone? You thought to yourself, feeling increasingly uneasy with his continued attention aimed solely at you at any given moment he could steal. " I was wondering, maybe you and I could, could go out somewhere this weekend?" He said quietly, but not quiet enough as the snugs chatter suddenly diffused at the perfect moment, and everyone's heads snapped to the both of you, their ears pricking up at Michaels' offer.

" Think we've found your secret admirer Y/N" Betsy hiccuped with a giggle, her third glass of gin dulling her usually sensible attitude.

"Give it a rest Betsy" Michael said slouching back into his seat as your nervous fumbling with the hem of your dress caught Ada's attention, her hand coming to rest over your jittery fingers in reassurance.

"Whatever's the matter?" She said quietly turning to face you before sending Tommy a look of concern as the chatter of the room resumed and Michael was left there waiting for your response.

" I'm fine, honest. Too much gin" you said as Ada's brow furrowed, suspicious of her cousin's overly eager display and the clear discomfort it was causing you as you looked up to Tommy who was also waiting on your response to his cousin.

" How about it then?" Michael said, putting his arm around the back of your chair as Tommy's eyes narrowed in, his jaw tightening. Touch her, I dare you. Tommy seethed to himself, Michael's next move sealing his fate if he was willing to take the risk.

" Go on Y/N, go 'av some fun. Even if it is with bloody Michael" Arthur said belching into his drink giggling, so drunk he was seconds away from falling face down onto the hard wooden table as Polly sent her eldest nephew a formidable stare. "Sorry Polly, but..." he said gesturing his hands out laughing as he looked to Tommy who was unable to hold back his own laugh and the scoff hidden within it.

" Ok. I guess..." you said reluctantly, feeling forced to give into his request as Michael's satisfied smirk widened in accomplishment as he looked over to Tommy. Michael's juvenile attempts to get under his cousin's skin going completely ignored by the notorious gangster, whose glare and anger was now aimed directly at you, unforgivably, straight at...you. Tommy's amused smile that graced his face mere minutes ago had fallen into a stare even the Grim Reaper himself would recoil from, his eyes darkening with each burn of the ash forming at the end of his cigarette loosely resting between his fingers as his face kept still and indecipherable from the enragement bubbling furiously like the pits of hell under his skin.

Oh sweetheart, now why did you go and do that?

Next part coming soon!

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mazeruffleposts · 3 months

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Hashira's React! Pt. 2

HAPPY LATE VALENTINES DAY!!! I wanted to do something for the Hashira, especially since I haven't written for them in a hot minute now. I do plan on making a Hashira's React! special for my birthday, even though it's already passed.

Content Warning: Fluff

Word Count: 2031 words

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Hashira's React to Sweetheart!Reader surprising them on Valentine's Day! Reader surprises them with something nice that they have been planning for a while!

Lacuna- A blank space. Used in place of your name

GYOMEI

Gyomei is a simple man, he never would wish for anything fancy or over the top from you, his love. Though to be honest, the holiday still snuck up on him. He had been so busy leading up to it that it had slipped his mind.

Que to him spending most of the day traveling back home after a ridiculously long mission only to find that the house is damn near empty, save for the few attendants cleaning like all is normal. You are nowhere to be found.

He assumes that you were out doing something in the nearby town and didn't think much about it. He goes to the private bathroom you two share to freshen up.

About two hours or so later, he greets you at the door with a big ol' hug.

Insert surprise Pikachu face when you inform him you want him to follow. You lead him down the path leading to a small creek near the house.

There you set up a small picnic with his and your favorite foods. To top it all off you brought out a book that you had been interested in reading for a while, but put it off till you could spend time and read it to him. Knowing that he loves your voice.

"My dear Lacuna, you are a true blessing. There is no better gift you could have given me than your time and affection. I feel loved beyond words."

TENGEN (+ Hina, Suma, And Makio)

Tengen is a sucker for the dramatic! He loves to see what all his partners come up with for special occasions and will go out of his way to help when he can. Though he can't help but feel a little bummed to think you and the other wives haven't planned anything special this year. He took it as his chance to swoop you all up for a surprise trip somewhere. The four of you WERE planning something, and for once you were able to keep him from finding out about it beforehand.

He had recently been so busy with a rather nasty demon's nest a few districts over and hadn't been able to come home for a while. The letters you all sent never spilled anything about the surprise you all had.

After trudging back home over a few days flowers in hand for each of you, he finally stepped through the threshold of the house and was greeted with the sight of all four of his partners dressed in extravagant kimonos, hair done up, and bright smiles.

The Halls and rooms of your home had decorations ranging from hanging lights to written letters proclaiming various reasons why you all love one another. The aroma of the good food you all had been helping to prepare took him by surprise a bit.

"I honestly shouldn't be as surprised as I am to find you all did something so wonderful. My heart is bursting at the seems with how much I love you, thank you."

Que Tengen taking a moment to greet each of you with a hug and a plethora of kisses.

KYOJURO

You and the lovable Flame Pillar have been together for almost a year at this point, and Kyojuro has been counting down the days to do something special for you but ended up being surprised. Coming home after a surprise rescue mission with none of the gifts he planned to shower you in, he found the hallway leading through the house covered in various flower petals.

The savory smell of your cooking, which he swears is better than anything he has had, fills his senses as he follows the path you so obviously made for him.

Doesn't know what to think when he gets to the other side of the house and sees you set up a little date spot in the garden. You in your favorite yukata, surrounded by candles with that soft smile that just melts him.

Poor man's brain shuts off at the sight of you. He was rooted to the spot in pure awe of your beauty, never noticing how your melodic voice had been calling out for him to join till you walked over to him and waved a hand in front of his face.

The blush on his face when he realized he'd been staring made you giggle. He made up for the silence and oogling by swooping you into his embrace and kissing the crown of your head.

"I must truly be a blessed man... Coming home with nothing to give but my love, yet you welcome me with open arms. My dear Lacuna, you warm my heart more than the strongest fire ever could."

OBANAI

Isn't one for the dramatics or anything regarding the holiday, even after making you his. He wouldn't ever want you to do anything for him.

Similar to Sanemi, he's not fond of dramatics in relationships till he's in one with you. Now all of a sudden he finds himself panicking as he walks home late with nothing but a couple bentos with your favorite foods.

The entire walk to your shared estate consists of him kicking himself over waiting till the last minute and trying to convince himself that you won't be upset. He should have gotten you a plush bear or something.

You're waiting on the engawa before he even enters the estate grounds. You are dressed in a yukata to match his Haori, which he blushes profusely over but will never admit, and you hold what looks like a journal and a single red rose in your hands.

When he finally gets up to you, he's panicking, but nonetheless calms down when you greet him with open arms. Suddenly he's questioning why you would have been upset with him.

He does that adorable head tilt as you explain how you know he thought the holiday was stupid, but you still wanted to do something for him. Que handing him the journal and the rose, telling him that for the past few months, you've been writing letters about your daily life while he's away accompanied by small poems just for him.

Yeah, that blush has him feeling completely flustered now. You both eat the bentos on the engawa together as he reads the journal.

"My Lacuna, the love you continue to devote to me is truly special. I hope you know you are truly my everything, even when I don't say it."

MITSURI

Is much like both Kyojuro and Tengen. She's been counting down the days to plan something rather extravagant for you. But sometimes, the simple things mean so much more

Everything however seemed to be going wrong in every possible way. Not only did she burn the food she was trying to make for you ahead of the date she planned, she got called out to a mission the day of.

Now she's walking home late, wrapped up with nothing but herself to give you. Not that you would complain...

When you answer the knocks at the door, you find your girlfriend on the brink of tears. She doesn't even notice you dressed up in a silk Kimono, instead, she flings herself into your arms apologizing.

After a few moments of you comforting her, she finally takes a look down the hallway and into the main room when candles are lit.

Que surprised face when you tell her you had heard about the surprise mission and wanted to give her a good meal and warm bed to come home to. Now she's crying again and spinning you around out of pure joy as she tells you she'll make breakfast for you in the morning and spoil you.

"Lacuna, my love! I can never express how much I truly adore you! But I will try my best to shower you with it~"

SHINOBU

Isn't one for holidays, but was planning on doing something small for you. However, she ended up too busy to go through with it and was rather bummed.

An influx of slayers needing patching up plus a whole solo mission on the edge of her district took up the majority of the day and night for her. She was practically stomping her way up the path to the separate house you two share but was shocked to find you opening the door for her with a cup of warm tea held out.

Telling her that her crow informed you of the chaos and that it was alright. After taking the tea from you, you lead her down the hallways to the large private bathroom where you set up a whole ass spa just for her. To top it off, you said you bought her a new Kimono with Sakura blossoms embroidered on it to match the one you had on. Now her cheeks feel warm

She embraces you with the first genuine smile she's had all day.

"No matter the chaos of the day, there is nothing more that I enjoy than coming home to you. Well, besides your love, my dear Lacuna~"

GIYUU

Never really paid much attention to the holiday in the first place. So it ended up sneaking up on him and now he's panicking.

Spent most of the day training at his estate while you were out. Only remembered the holiday when he went to Kocho's that afternoon to do something.

However, it gave you ample time to set up your surprise for him.

Giyuu unfortunately didn't give you a whole lot of time before he came back, BUT you were able to set up the main room for a cuddle space.

Came in as you were setting up the snack stash and ended up staring at you as you rearranged the literal mountain of blankets and pillows to your liking.

Got spooked by you squealing as you turned around to him staring. Spent the next few minutes mentally banging his head on the wall because he should have said something.

Was genuinely surprised to hear that you had planned spending the night cuddling him and showering him with affection. Was also surprised when you brushed off the fact that he didn't have anything for you. He thought you'd be upset, but was shocked to hear that it wasn't required to gift you something, that all you wanted was him as himself.

"There's very little I could do to properly show how grateful I am to have you in my life, my Lacuna... Trust when I say you are a blessing to me."

SANEMI

Similar to both Giyuu and Obanai, he doesn't care for the holiday until it hits him smack dab in the face and now he's panicking trying to figure out what to do for you.

You were well aware of his dislike for the holiday but still wanted to do something to show your appreciation for the man. For the month leading up to the holiday you'd been sneaking small purchases and hiding them away in your shared home.

He had a feeling you were up to something but never could find anything out of the ordinary.

After a rather disappointing meeting with a few of the Hashira to discuss recent demon activity, he came home socially exhausted.

You met him at the door with a gift basket. Its contents are hidden by colored paper with a note attached. His name is written by your hand on it surrounded by various colored hearts.

Didn't know how to react when you practically shoved it in his hands. After a few minutes of convincing, you got him to read the small letter.

Big, bad, buff Sanemi Shinazugawa was on the verge of tears as he read the heartfelt confession you made him explaining all the things you loved about it. Did in fact shed a tear when you said you couldn't put everything on it that you wanted to say.

Opening the gift he found various homemade sweets, including Ohagi.

"My dove, you continue to shower me with love even when I feel undeserving of it. There is nothing in this world that I wouldn't do for you~"

You still managed to surprise him with matching Kimono's the next morning that he begrudgingly wore just for you.

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Boyfriend Pt 2 (Warren Lipka x Reader)

Summary: Your boyfriend catches Warren being a little too friendly with you, causing a fight to break out. Warren expresses that he wants to be more than a secret booty call.

Word count: 4.4k

Warnings: smut, violence (not really directed at reader), blood, weed

Pt 1 , Pt 3

I wake up to my cell phone buzzing on Dakota’s nightstand. I groan, throwing the unconscious boy off me as I roll over to grab the small rectangle of plastic. I check the digital alarm clock.

2:35 in the morning. Who the fuck is calling me?

My stomach flips when I see Warrens name lighting up on my phone. I run out of the bedroom and into the bathroom.

“Hey,” I whisper. “Warren it’s 2:30 in the morning,” I giggle quietly as I lock the door.

“I know, I know,” he laughs. “I just couldn’t stop thinking about you,” I hear the bong bubbling in the background. My cheeks burn red. “I just got some crazy bud if you wanna come smoke,” I can hear his smirk through the phone. “I can pick you up,” he offers. I smile at his extremely tempting offer.

“I can’t,” I sigh, disappointing both Warren and myself. “I’m at Dakotas. He’ll wake up and I already agreed to drive him to the gaming store first thing in morning,” I explain. He’s silent for a moment.

“Alright,” I can hear frustration in his voice. “Yeah, I’m the side piece, I forgot,” he scoffs. My heart sinks.

“Warren, I’m sorry,” I want to cry.

“No,” he sighs. “I understand I guess. I will see you soon though,” he says calmly.

“Of course,” I sigh in relief that he still wants to see me.

“I’ll see you around, beautiful,” he says, then the line goes dead. I delete the recent call before crawling back into bed, but I’m unable to sleep. I miss Warrens voice so much. I kick myself for not accept his offer as I toss and turn for the rest of the night.

•

The next afternoon, I sit across from Dakota in a small local diner, playing with the spoon sticking out of my coffee mug as he talks on his cellphone to one of his friends about a football game or something, I’m not too sure honestly. I’m not really listening.

A car door slams catching my attention. I look out the condensation covered window next to our booth to see Warren and a guy I’ve never seen before step out of a vehicle. My eyes light up.

“I’m gonna go smoke a cig real quick,” I sputter in one breath, taking my pack of Camels and running out the door before Dakota even responds. I walk up behind warren without him seeing me, as he talks to the other guy getting out of the car.

“Got a light?” I ask, popping a menthol in my mouth as I smile from ear to ear, tapping his shoulder. He turns around with his eyebrows threaded in confusion, but immediately matches my expression as soon as he sees me.

“Y/n,” he pulls me into a hug. “Spencer gimme your lighter,” he demands the other guy. He tosses a blue bic lighter to Warren.

“Who’s-“ Spencer begins to ask.

“Just go get us a seat, man,” Warren cuts him off. The awkward boy walks away quietly. Warren turns back to me, his grin returning as he lights the menthol cigarette between my lips.

“Thanks,” I smile, feeling butterflies in my stomach as he watches me remove the cigarette from my lips, exhaling the smoke.

“Mind if I bum one? Spencer locked mine in his car,” he motions to the pack of Newports trapped on the passenger seat. I giggle, handing him a cig.

“You here by yourself?” he asks as the orange flame from the lighter lights up his face and reflects an auburn glow in his dark eyes.

“Uh, no, actually,” I take another drag, motioning my cigarette towards the window of the dinner. Warren tuns to see Dakota talking on his phone, still unaware of my departure.

“Oh,” his grin faulters.

“I’m, uhm, free after this though,” I offer. Just like that, his dimples have returned.

“I have some stuff to go over with Spencer,” he throws his thumb over his shoulder in reference to the awkward boy in dinner, then ashes his cigarette. “But I’m free tonight,” he stares into my eyes. I can’t contain the huge grin plastered on my face. Warren reaches his free hand out to slowly release some loose strands of my hair that the wind blew into my lip gloss. His hand lingers on my face, we lock gazes as his thumb caresses my cheek, I close my eyes and lean into his touch.

“What the fuck are you doing with my girl, man?” Dakota shouts, quickly approaching Warren. He swiftly turns around to face my angry boyfriend.

“Just calm down man. I wasn’t-“ Warren laughs, tossing his cigarette on the ground, but Dakota cuts him off by shoving his chest, hard. He doesn’t budge, but easily retaliates the gesture, sending Dakota stumbling backwards a foot or two. I know it’s wrong, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say its insanely hot watching Warren get angry.

“Keep your hands off me, douchebag or ill kick your ass right here in front of your girl,” he spits in Dakotas face, literally. Dakota looks at me, wiping Warrens’ saliva off his face, then quickly hits Warren with a right hook. Warren’s head snaps to the side with the loud thud of knuckles on skin. Warren looks back at Dakota in shock, wiping the small trickle of blood from his nose. I watch completely stunned, even though I want to stop them, I can’t move. This all happened so fast.

“You hit like a pussy,” Warren chuckles before uppercutting Dakota so hard that his neck cracks as his head flies backward. I snap out of my haze, running over to Dakota as he steadies himself. I grab his arm in attempt to help him.

“Come on, Dakota let’s just go,” I plead, not wanting to watch him get his ass laid out on the frozen pavement.

“Get off me, bitch!” he screams, back handing me, not taking his eyes off Warren. I grab my cheek, about to cuss him out when Warren takes Dakotas collar into his fists, shoving him against Spencer’s car. Warren grabs his throat, holding his head steady, so his already bruised knuckles can strike as hard as possible against Dakota’s jaw. Blood immediately pours out of his busted lip.

“Don’t fucking talk to y/n like that!” he screams, just inches from my boyfriend’s face. The veins popping out of his neck, his knuckles turning white from how hard he’s gripping onto Dakota. Warren spits the blood that’s dripped from his nose between his lips into Dakota’s face. “Does that make you feel strong, pussy boy? Huh? You feel like man when you bitch slap your girlfriend?” he growls, his fist contacting Dakotas abdomen this time, knocking wind out of him, leaving my boyfriend wheezing.

When Warren screams that last phrase, that’s when I realize; Dakota is fighting for his masculinity, Warren’s fighting for me. I turn on my heels to run inside the dinner, finding the boy that Warren arrived with.

“Spencer, right?” I ask out of breath. He nods his head, confused. “Warrens beating the shit out of my boyfriend, I need you to help me stop him before he kills him,” I explain breathlessly.

“Oh,” Spencer says processing what I’m saying. “Oh my- Oh my god!” He jumps from the seat, running out the door with me.

“Warren, dude come on, you’re gonna get arrested!” Spencer shouts, cautiously approaching the scuffling boys. It seems like this isn’t the first time Spencer has witnessed this. It appears that Dakota managed to get another hit or two in, because Warrens eyebrow appears busted and they’re on the ground now, a small pool of blood forming on the frosted pavement underneath Dakota.

“Fuck off, Spence,” Warren growls about to strike again.

“Please Warren! You’re gonna kill him!” I shriek. Warren pauses, Spencer takes the opportunity to pull Warren off Dakota. I run over to my boyfriend, trying to help him up.

“Get off of me you stupid bitch!” Dakota shouts, slapping me off him as he tries to stand on his shaky legs.

“Hey!” Warren shouts in the background, Spencer holds him back again.

“Dakota, please. You need help,” I plead feeling bad for him.

“This is your fault! If you weren’t out here whoring it up with this clown, this wouldn’t have happened,” he screams in my face, blood dripping from multiple different wounds on his face, his nose already purple.

“Just let me drive you home,” I sigh, feeling less guilty since he had the audacity to call me a whore, when he slept with my cousin in my own car two months ago. Actually, after remembering that, I don’t feel bad for him at all anymore.

“No! I’m walking! Fuck off! And fuck all of you! You too Spencer!” he shouts as he limps away, holding his stomach.

I guess spencer was the mutual friend.

I turn to see Warren leaning against Spencer’s car, smoking one of his Newports.

“What did I do?” I hear spencer ask, I ignore him.

“Warren I’m so-“ my eyes well up with tears, my cheek still stinging as the cold wind blows against the hand print on my face.

“Come here, are you okay?” He pulls me into a quick hug then examines my cheek. Placing a bloody hand on my cheek.

“Of course I’m fine,” I sigh grabbing his face. “Look at you,” I frown, putting a gentle hand on his face. He winces against my touch. His bottom lip and right eyebrow are both busted. There’s blood coming from his nose, flowing over his lips and onto his chin. His right cheek is bright red and swollen.

“You should see the other guy,” he chuckles, popping the cigarette back into his mouth. How can he joke at a time like this. Nevertheless, I laugh lightly, shaking my head.

“Let me get you cleaned up,” I offer.

“I’ll go get your keys and stuff,” he smiles.

“No, Warren, I can get them. Just stay here,” I dash back into the dinner, everyone giving me weird looks. I smile awkwardly, throwing a 10 down on the table, then run back to the boys, the bells on the doors jingling loudly behind me.

“Okay, come on,” I take Warrens hand.

“Should, uh, should I just go home then?” Spencer asks awkwardly with his hands in his pockets.

“Yeah, Spence. Get the fuck out of here,” Warren dismisses him, half joking with the timid boy. I can tell that their friendship has an interesting dynamic.

•

“Thank god my folks ain’t here,” Warren sighs as he unlocks his front door, allowing me to enter the home first.

“Where’s your first aid kit?” I ask looking around the house, which is becoming a familiar scene.

“I’ll grab it, just head down to my room,” he says motioning to the basement door as he walks up the carpet steps. I obey, making my way to his bedroom.

I sit down on his couch, a few moments later, Warren enters with the first aid kit.

“Is the worst of it on your face?” I ask the mangled boy in front of me as I pop the plastic box open. He winces as he pulls his black t-shirt up and over his head. He turns around to reveal a nasty patch of road rash stretching from his spine over to his left shoulder. “Oh, Warren,” I gasp, sadness in my voice. I feel horrible for him. He sits down on the couch next to me.

“He got the best of me for about four seconds, but it was enough to fuck my back up pretty bad,” he laughs. Somehow still smiling even though he’s covered in dried blood-most of it not his- and his lip is busted.

“I’m sorry about that, Warren. I should have just stayed in the diner,” I shake my head as I open a gauze pad and grab the rubbing alcohol.

“But if you’d done that, you wouldn’t be sitting in my room right now,” he grins, but winces a bit. It probably hurts to smile; His cheek is bruised pretty bad.

“Yeah, but at least you wouldn’t be in pain,” I say as I pour the strong smelling alcohol onto the gauze.

“Worth it,” he smirks, resting his busted knuckles on my thigh.

“This is gonna sting,” I say, taking a deep breath. He nods, closing his eyes. I press the alcohol soaked cotton onto his split eyebrow.

“Fucking hell,” he grunts through gritted teeth, squeezing my thigh.

“I know, I know,” I pat the wound a couple more times before removing it. “I’m sorry,” I dampen another gauze pad, moving to his lip. He hisses again but allows me to clean the gash. Finally, I have him stand and turn so I can clean his shoulder. I can’t help but admire his back, running my fingers gently over the undamaged skin, leaving goosebumps behind every trace. The room is quiet, just the faint buzz of the dim overhead lights and Warrens breathing.

“Does it look bad?” he breaks the silence, looking at me over his shoulder.

“No, uh,” I clear my throat. “Sorry just uhm,” I clumsily grab a new cotton pad and the alcohol, naturally spilling it a bit, embarrassed that he caught me staring. “No, it’s not too bad,” I say as I fumble with the cotton.

“Why are you so nervous all the-“ he laughs, then I push the alcohol to his cuts. “Shit! Fuck, Y/n warn me next time!” he shouts. I wince at his loud tone as all the muscles in his back tense. I pull away, tears begin to form in my eyes. The past hour has been so stressful and him raising his voice sent me over the edge. I know he didn’t mean anything by it, that I just caught him off guard, but I can’t help how my body responded.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” he quickly turns around, seemingly forgetting about the pain, bringing me into a tight hug as a couple tears roll down my cheeks. “I didn’t mean-“

“I know,” I smile up at him as he wipes the stray tear from my face. He looks so pretty, even when he’s doused in dried blood and half his face is bruised. “I’m sorry, I’m just stressed… I really need to smoke,” I sigh.

“Ditto,” he agrees, pulling away. “I’m gonna shower real quick. If you could, would you grab me the icepacks out of the freezer in the kitchen? Then I’ll bust out the bong,” he winks as he walks towards the bathroom in just his blood stained jeans. I smile and nod, then turn to walk up the steps.

•

After locating the ice packs, I run to my car to grab my weed. I go back inside, making my way to the steps, hearing a The Offspring cd playing as I descend into the basement. I see Warren already sitting on the couch, wearing nothing but a towel, his damp dark hair stuck to his forehead.

“Hey beautiful, what took so long?” he asks as I take a seat next to him.

“Oh, I ran out to my car to grab my bud so I could match you,” I explain as I set the jar on the table, then I hold an ice pack to his cheek. “You poor thing,” I sigh. He looks much better now that he’s cleaned up, but now I can see the wounds for what they really are.

“Come on y/n, you know I’m not gonna let you match me,” he laughs, continuing to break up the weed.

“Warren, I insist. I already feel bad enough that I got you into a fight,” I open the jar, but he snatches it out of my hand.

“No,” he says sternly, looking into my eyes. “And don’t say that. You had nothing to do with the fight, that dumbass came out swinging and disrespecting you. That’s all on him,” he says seriously. I just nod, a bit intimidated by his stern tone. He grabs the lighter and the bong handing it to me,

“Ladies first,” he winks, the mood much lighter now. He takes the icepack into his own hand so I can hit the bong. He watches me as I take a big hit. The warm smoke filling my lungs quickly. I blow the milky smoke towards the ceiling, as I sink into the couch.

“What?” I giggle when I realize that Warrens still watching me.

“You’re just so pretty, I never want to take my eyes off of you,” he smiles, setting the icepack down to take the glass out of my hand, pulling a huge hit. I see his muscles relax almost instantly.

“You’re pretty too,” I chuckle, taking one more hit. It doesn’t take long to feel the effects, I feel light but heavy at the same time; like I’m floating, but my limbs are too dense to move. This is one of my favorite feelings in the world.

“I was, until I got my face banged up,” he frowns, putting his mouth to the opening of the bong.

“I don’t think it’s a bad look,” I say honestly. “I know you’re in pain, but you do look pretty badass. It’s kinda sexy actually,” I giggle, the THC clouding my brain doesn’t allow me to keep that last thought to myself. Warrens ears perk up at the word ‘sexy’. He sets the bong down, scooching closer to me, the towel wrapped around his toned torso falls a bit, exposing his V-line and a bit of brown hair right below it. The sight makes me moan internally.

“Is that so?” he smirks, his face coming closer to me.

“Mhm,” I smile, bringing my hand up to feel his bare chest. He hovers above me as I lay heavy in between the couch cushions. “Even sexier than normal,” I smile, looking at him through lidded eyes. Warren leans down, pressing his busted lip against mine, I kiss back gently.

“I’ve missed your lips,” he smiles, resting his forehead against mine.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” I ask, cupping his uninjured cheek in my hand.

“Nah, you fixed me up real good Doc,” he chuckles. “Plus, I’m pretty stoned right now. As they say, weed’s the best medicine,” he says bringing me into another kiss. I melt completely into him; This is all I’ve craved in the two weeks it’s been since I’ve seen him last.

“I’ve missed you so much, Warren,” I admit into the kiss.

“Lay down darling, I owe you for fixin’ me up,” he says helping me turn to lay down the couch.

“Warren, you should just take it easy, baby. You’ve been through a lot,” I rub my hand up and down his arm, over his silly tattoo. He smiles at the pet name, reaching for the waistband of my pants.

“I am taking it easy, beautiful. Weed might be the best medicine, but you’re a close second,” he smirks, taking my pants and underwear off in one swoop, making my stomach flip. I’m almost ashamed of how easily I become puddy in his hands. “Mmm, so pretty,” he gently runs his hands up my thighs as I spread my legs for him, he doesn’t even have to ask. I’m always ready for him.

“Warren you really don’t have-“ he places a quick kiss on lips.

“Shh, I don’t wanna hear you speak unless you’re moaning my name, okay, beautiful,” he says gently but sternly, a small smile plastered on his face. I can’t help but giggle as excitement courses through my body. I simply nod my head ‘yes’.

He slides down my body admiring me in all my glory. He gently slides a finger over my heat, watching me intently.

“Sucha pretty girl,” he coos as he settles his head between my legs. He wraps his arms around my thighs, holding them open as he begins licking at my clit, quickly earning a moan of approval from me. He gently sticks a finger inside of me as he continues working on my nub. “Does that feel good baby,” he asks against my core.

“Mhm,” I moan out, bringing a hand to hold onto his damp hair. The amount of weed in my system amplifies the pleasure by 100. He sucks gently on my bundle of nerves as his finger pumps into me, curling perfectly.

“Fuck warren,” I pant, curling my toes, my breath becomes shallow. He continues his steady pace, the pleasure winding in my stomach begging for release. I begin grinding against his face, begging for more contact as his tongue works expertly against me. He moans against my sensitive skin, sending chills down my spine.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” I come undone, gripping hard onto his hair as my hips continue to grind into his face, covering him in my release. He pulls away proudly, licking his fingers as I try to catch my breath.

“You taste just as good as you look,” he winks making me blush. He sighs happily, before grabbing the bong, taking another hit.

“That’s all I get?” I ask as he passes me the glass. He looks at me confused. I take a quick hit- not worried about the weed, I want him inside of me. I reach over, further removing the loosely draped towel covering his torso, revealing his erection.

“I was treating you, baby,” he laughs, “but if you insist,” he lays me back down on the couch once again as he presses a gentle kiss to my lips. He gives himself a couple pumps before lining himself into me, those dark bloodshot eyes gazing into mine makes my heart skip a beat.

“Fuck, I love how you stretch me out,” I moan as he pushes into me, a proud smirk appears on his bruised face.

“You feel so good, beautiful,” he grunts, grabbing my hips as he begins to thrust in and out of me. He’s so deep; I swear I can feel him poking my stomach.

“You fuck me so good warren, faster, please,” I whine, begging for more. I’m defenseless against him, the amount of pleasure he brings me is inhuman. He obeys, fucking me faster and deeper. I wrap my legs around him as he leans down, placing a sloppy kiss to my lips. “I want you to cum in me warren,” I pant against his lips, his eyes go wide. “I’m on the pill,” I giggle. “Please Warren I want to feel you cum inside me, I’ve never let anyone else do it, please,” I beg. His eyes cloud with even more lust, something I didn’t think was possible. He groans, sitting up so he can pull my hips flush against his with every thrust. He brings one hand down to play with my bundle of nerves, I’m unable to contain my noises of pleasure, moaning out his name.

“Fuck,” he groans lowly to himself as he rocks his hips into me. “Who’s pussy is this?” he asks in a deep growl, goosebumps appear on my skin. “Y/n, who’s fucking pussy is this?” he asks again as he thrusts hard hitting my g-spot perfectly.

“Fuck!” I scream. “Yours! It’s all yours Warren,” I pant desperately, my tone that of one you’d hear in a cheesy porno. His possessiveness and the way he’s hitting the deepest parts of me mixed with the weed brings me to my second orgasm of the night.

“That’s fucking right,” he growls, grabbing my face. My walls clench around him as his powerful thrusts become sloppy. I scream out his name, euphoria enveloping me as he shoots his cum deep inside me, I’ve never experienced anything as erotic as him fucking his seed into me as it leaks out of my throbbing cunt onto his couch. Warren pulls out reluctantly, his legs visibly shaking. I lay limp in the same spot, trying to steady my breathing and stop my own legs from shaking.

“Are you okay?” he laughs helping me sit up.

“Yeah,” I giggle. “I’ve just never been fucked like-“ I stop when I see his lip gushing blood. “Warren, baby, your lips bleeding again,” I stand up quickly to find the gauze, I ignore his cum that begins to run down my thigh.

“Leave it” he waves his hand, laying back on the couch. “I feel too good to care,” he laughs. “Come lay with me,” he pats the couch. I pick up an alcohol soaked cotton pad, then sit next to him.

“Let me clean this first,” I say. He nods reluctantly, hissing as the pad hits his lip. The bleeding stops soon. “You need to put some antibacterial ointment on that. Mouth abrasions can get infected really easily,” I begin to explain.

“You should break up with your boyfriend,” he blurts out. I don’t think he was listening to anything I said. He stares at me nervously awaiting my response.

“I know I should,” I sigh, he reaches over to the coffee table handing me my phone. “What? Now?” I ask shocked. He nods his head.

“I want you to be mine, all mine. I can’t go another two weeks without seeing you, having you too busy with that douche to see me, and I sure as fuck don’t want anyone else touching you like I just did,” he pours his heart out, not dropping my gaze once. I look away, biting my lip. He’s right, as always. I belong with him; Anyone can see that.

“Well, at least wait until the morning,” I sigh looking back at him. “I mean you did just beat the shit of the guy and cum in his girlfriend, isn’t that enough for one night,” I smile lightly, not sure how he’ll feel about the idea.

“If you stay with me tonight, and do it very first thing in the morning, then I’ll agree,” he offers with a small smile. I agree, cuddling into his side. He lays a kiss on my forehead.

I should feel guilty, but I don’t, not towards Dakota at least. I feel guilty about getting Warren hurt, but my bitch ass boyfriend had it coming. I’ve finally found someone who cares about me, and I refuse to lose that, even if this is just a fling.

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starsandhughes · 1 year

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Penalty Box— Imagines Edition: Not So Happy Birthday

summary: y/n’s birthday was going perfectly, until it wasn’t. but nothing ever goes wrong normally in y/n’s life. it always has to end up in flames. or rather… in cells.

warnings: getting drunk, unwanted physical touch by a stranger, lots of swearing, vomiting, crying, getting arrested, arguing, punching

word count: 2.5k

a/n ya’ll wanted a sissy and trevor fight! go big or go home, right?

SERIES MASTERLIST

part two

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For your twenty-first birthday, you decided to be casual and cliche and go out to a club with all your friends. If it wasn’t summer, you would have invited some of the wags, but at least you managed to steal Petey!

“Well doesn’t my girlfriend look hot,” Trevor smirked as he slid his hands around your waist from behind and kissed your neck.

“Trev! I’m putting on mascara!” you laughed.

“You can pause to give me a kiss!”

You playfully rolled your eyes and turned to give Trevor a kiss so that you could shew him out to finish getting ready.

You were probably over doing it and felt like things were taking too long, and your thoughts were confirmed by your best friend knocking on the bathroom door frame. You turned around to see Quinn leaning against it with his arms crossed.

“I was voted to come tell you to “hurry the fuck up” and everyone else didn’t know how to politely say it,” Quinn smirked. “They figured I’m the only one that can get away with saying that.”

“I would never yell at Cole!” you feigned offense. Quinn quirked an eyebrow at you. “I would, however, take longer out of spite and I would never spite you.”

“Exactly,” Quinn nodded. “Now come here so I can fix your under eyes.”

The rest of the guys cheered when Quinn led you down the stairs and you played along and took a bow.

The drive there was chaotic at best, but that was standard practice for the clusterfuck that is your friend group. You were in Trevor’s car with Jamie, Quinn, and Petey. Jack’s car had him, Luke, Alex, and Cole.

Trevor seemed a little on edge, which was frankly pissing you off and everybody else in the car knew it. You were hoping that getting a few shots in him at the beginning of the night would loosen him up. But until then, you were just going to have to fake it until you make it by singing along (screaming along) to Taylor Swift.

Trevor eased up a little once we all got into a groove at the club, but he still wasn’t acting like his normal self. He was acting possessive over you; which you’d be enjoying if he wasn’t so angry about it.

“Alright, what is your problem?” you snapped at your boyfriend.

“I don’t have a problem,” he said moodily.

“Right,” you scoffed. “Because that was soooo convincing! If you’re going to be a grouch on my birthday, then I’m going to go dance with Jamie until you get your shit together.”

You didn’t let Trevor protest, but it didn’t seem like he was going to. He let you leave him alone and go off to your group of friends and stole Jamie away from the girl he was talking to.

“Y/N, I love you so much, but why did you just take me from a beautiful girl?” Jamie asked as he lifted his arm up so you could twirl under him.

“Because Trevor’s in a mood! He was bumming me out. Look at him! He looks so angry over there!”

Jamie took one look at his best friend and unfortunately agreed with you. Trevor looked like he could kill a man in the blink of an eye. Jamie sighed, “I’ll go handle it.”

Jamie left you, and before you could slip away to find another one of your friends, you were grabbed by the waist and pulled in close. You laughed and expected it to be Jack (who does that from time to time), but it turned out to be a stranger.

“What are you doing all by yourself, gorgeous?” the man whispered in your ear.

“I’m not,” you muttered as you tried to pull away. “Now, if you’ll excuse me…”

The man was letting go, and the second he did, you heard the sound of a fist colliding with the guy’s face. You gasped and whipped your head around to find Trevor panting and dark eyed.

You were so blind with rage that you didn’t have any time to process what exactly went down, but all you know is that you and Trevor are now outside of the club and you can’t get ahold of anybody.

“Fuck, Trevor!” you yelled and banged your fists against the door. “What is your problem?!”

“That guy was all over you! So excuse me for defending my girl!” Trevor yelled.

You snapped your head around to look at your boyfriend with fumes coming out of your ears, “He let go of me immediately! But you’ve been acting like a dick all night, and then you got us kicked out of the club on my god damn birthday! And I can’t get ahold of anybody!”

Trevor was spewing on about something in response, but you couldn’t hear anything from the sudden intense wave of nausea that just overcame you. You might’ve drunk a little too much in an attempt to drown out your boyfriend. You turned around and immediately threw up all over yourself and the wall. You crouched down and leaned your head against the brick wall, taking deep breaths to compose yourself.

“Did you listen to anything I just said?” Trevor asked you frustrated.

“I just threw up, you asshole, what do you think?” you panted. You stood up to face him, “Is all you care about yourself today? You just want to be this big macho man that protects the damsel in distress?! I’m not a god damn damsel, Zegras!”

“I never said you were!” Trevor shouted. “You’ve been all over every guy in sight!

Then came the police sirens. Apparently, you two have moved your argument into the street and caused a giant scene. And now you two were publicly intoxicated.

You two didn’t even argue at your arrest and got into the back of the cop car calmly. You two sat as close to opposite windows as possible in the uncomfortable hard seats and didn’t mutter a single syllable.

You didn’t know how you were gonna get ahold of anybody for your one phone call. When you got thrown out, you couldn’t get a single one of your friends to answer. It was your birthday, and you were happy that everyone was having fun and going off in pairs and coming back to meet everyone else off and on, and that was great! Until Trevor.

“We’re both calling Quinn,” you stated monotone after every protocol was handled and you two were given a phone call.

“K.”

You glared at Trevor as you dialed at his answer, and he did nothing but glare back. The police got some water and food in the two of you to sober up a bit before allowing you to make a call.

“Hello?” Quinn answered in a panic.

“Hey, Quinny, it’s me,” you said, suddenly feeling really disappointed in yourself and scared of how Quinn was going to react. “Trevor and I got… uh… arrested and we need you to come to the police station.”

Quinn was silent for a long time before responding with, “We’re on our way.”

You hung up the phone and told Trevor to not bother with his phone call. They stuck you both in the same holding cell, and luckily no one else was there.

“Tell me what you were saying when I was throw up,” you told Trevor as you sat down on a bench-like thing.

“What good will that do?” he sighed and sat on the floor across from you.

“We aren’t done fighting and need to get everything out before we explode.”

“Fine. I said I was mad all night because you’re so okay with accepting all an any attention from any male in sight. You bask in it. You dressed hot tonight, and don’t get me wrong I absolutely love it, but the second we walked into the club i could feel all the eyes on you and I knew you were going to enjoy it.”

And there was that rage again.

“I’m sorry, what? You think I dressed like this for the male gaze?!” You stood up to tower over him, and Trevor was quick to get up, too. “No, I dressed for me. Because I felt good in this outfit. And don’t act like I go out of my way for attention! It’s not my fault! Every woman gets unwanted attention, and sometimes I’m just having fun with it! Because you do the same fucking thing, Trevor! You seek it, you thrive in it!”

“I have to act like that, Y/N!” Trevor shouted. “I’m being nice to fans! And yeah, it’s nice to have those interactions of them loving me, but that’s not the case for you! God, you have the biggest victim complex I’ve ever seen! I’m sorry you have trauma and daddy issues, but it’s no excuse to do the things that you do!”

You gasped and tears began to well up in your eyes. Trevor’s eyes widened and his hand flew to his mouth. He knew that he just crossed a line.

“Fuck, Y/N, I didn’t mean that! I am so sorry–”

“Stop talking,” you cut him off.

“Y/N I–”

“I said stop fucking talking, Zegras!” you snapped.

Trevor walked to the bars of the cell and leaned his head against them while you sat back down and tried not to sob. Quinn marched in seconds later, and he was fuming. He heard everything.

“Quinn!” Trevor panicked. His body language was tense, and he immediately knew that Quinn caught what he said at the end of his rant.

“She said to stop fucking talking, and I highly suggest that you listen,” Quinn said, venom laced in his tone. A cop came over to unlock the cell and told you that you both were free to go.

“I’ll pay you back for all of it, Quinn, thank you,” Trevor rushed out.

“No. You’ll be paying me back for your bail. I’m paying for Y/N’s. You’ll also be paying for the hotel that you’ll be staying at tonight because you won’t be stepping into the house until she says it’s okay. You’re damn lucky Jamie had your keys, otherwise you’d be getting yourself an Uber to pick up your car.”

Trevor decided to be smart and kept quiet, only offering a nod to let Quinn know he heard him loud and clear. Quinn wrapped his arm protectively around you and led you out of the police station while Trevor awkwardly walked a safe distance behind. Jack and Jamie were standing outside of the station on a bench waiting for the three of you to walk out and immediately stood up concerned when they saw how you walked out. Jack came up to you and Quinn, and Jamie went to Trevor.

“How bad did you just fuck up?” you heard Jamie whisper.

“Monumentally,” Trevor whispered back. “I’m dropping you all off at the house then getting a hotel.”

Jamie sucked in a breath at that, “I’d say that’s a lot more than monumentally.”

Back to where you were, Quinn caught Jack and took you both to the side to talk without Trevor or Jamie hearing so you could give the two of them a quick run down as to what happened before going into heavy detail at home.

“Luke and I will talk to him at the hotel,” Jack said. “Sissy needs you, and frankly you might kill him.”

“Good call,” Quinn said.

The drive was tense. Jack drove so Quinn could sit in the back with you, and everyone else remained silent as you gently cried into Quinn’s chest to try to not make more of a scene. Once both cars arrived, Quinn told you to go to his room while he briefly spoke to Trevor.

“Don’t take back your permission,” you caught his hand. Quinn sighed and pulled you in for a hug and kissed the top of your head, “wasn’t planning on it.”

Alex met you by the door when you walked in and wrapped you in a hug. This was all that it took for you to let out the wracked sobs that you were holding in the entire car ride. Alex held you tighter and rubbed your back as soon as the tears started to fall.

“Tell me something good about him,” you squeaked.

“He loves you more than you know,” Alex whispered into your hair. “We couldn’t let him drive because he was crying so much.”

Alex held you in the foyer while everyone else stayed silent in the living room and kitchen. Quinn and Jack came in and Alex released his hold to pass you onto Quinn.

“Lukey!” Jack called out. “Let’s go.”

Instead of going to Quinn’s room like he wanted, you decided it would be best if you told everybody at once what happened. Various expressions were made as you recalled every single aspect of the last few hours in detail. Jamie was just about ready to kill his best friend, Alex and Cole came over next to you and each placed a comforting hand on you, and Petey stepped up as a caregiver and brought you some ice water to help you calm down.

“I can’t believe him,” Jamie scoffed. “He told me he fucked up, but that was a whole new level of fucking up.”

“He crossed so many lines,” Cole agreed in disbelief.

“Yeah, well…” you took a deep breath, “I probably did, too. I don’t even remember some of the other awful things I said before I sobered up.”

“He had no right,” Petey piped up.

You nodded and brought your knees close to your chest and leaned more into Quinn, “I don’t want us to go to bed angry.”

“I don’t want him in this house right now, Sissy,” Quinn said.

“I know; I don’t want him either. I just don’t want to go to bed angry. We’ve never done that in our four plus years of dating, and I don’t want to start now.”

“He said the same thing in the car,” Cole admitted.

“He was a real mess,” Jamie admitted. “He couldn’t tell us what happened. He could barely get a word out.”

You nodded and closed your eyes as more tears slipped out. You knew what you had to do– what you wanted to do.

“Cole, can you come sit with me while I call him upstairs?” you asked quietly.

“You don’t want me?” Quinn asked, confused.

“I love you, Quinny, but sometimes best friend number two is better suited for a job,” you slightly smiled at him.

“You got me there,” Quinn breathed out a laugh.

He let go of his hold on you as you accepted Cole’s hand to walk up the stairs with you. He sat down on the edge of the bed and kept your hand in his as you picked up your phone to call your boyfriend. Trevor picked up his phone immediately, “Hello?!”

“Hi,” you said quietly.

“Y/N, I am so sorry. I cannot believe–”

“I’m sorry, too,” you cut him off. “We’ll talk about everything tomorrow. I just didn’t want to go to bed angry.”

“Yeah,” Trevor sighed. “Me either.”

“I love you,” you breathed. You squeezed Cole’s hand in fear that he might not say it back.

“I love you, too,” he finally answered.

“Always?”

“Forever.”

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wordsvomit101 · 2 months

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This will be a short one, with credits to Hikifans (@shyanimeboi), and here is the link: https://twitter.com/shyanimeboi/status/1778300826995335505

I will use metaphors this, a lot of metaphors for the H-scenes if you're curious. Hopefully it Bible friendly.

Ok here we go

I could never be an MC, like I cannot be a player, I do not have the rizz to think of another man while rubbing another dude's abs like this

Well MC isn't wrong, I barely see his abs in his S card. The guy looks broad but I thought he wore baggy clothes the longer I look at him.

So Ppyong slipped into MC's clothes and touched her soft stomach and apparently, it might be MC's weak spot causing her huha be quaking and ya'll:

It might seem normal but think it is the regular Ppyong saying it. MC is stronger than me cause I would already be laughing at the images in my head

I'm so gonna draw this, but it gonna be Minhyeok wearing what he wears in my other fics-

Are we fighting???

"Was always careful with you"... in what??? In WHAT????

... I guess the reason why I like this ship so much is how it could work. It's weird, but it's not as weird as MC's romances. They literally felt like that side couple or ship in drama media that I often like more than the main couple. I'm also a sucker for the friends-to-lovers trope

WOAH OK- Sir you spend too much time with Sitri-

Wait- Hold up- MC has rizz- OMG they have rizz

YO she taco-ed her legs around his thighs and holding his waist and saying all this? Absurd- I could never- The girl got game

You don't have to call me out like that you know?

Idk why but it's kind of wholesome, his smile is so cute that it is hard to focus on the tension. Like that smile is a puppy smile but his hands do be parting MC's rear like Moses parting the Red Sea like- Bro is giving her booty a rubdown treatment

It can be somewhat flattering and comedic in fiction but it would be scary irl, but that's just me

I-🧍- Ihsbhjdabdsjbd- What? What do you mean by that?? *Shaking him on the shoulders* Ayo what do you mean by that??????

I need to calm tf down cause either I'm misreading and misunderstanding his words or the translation sucks but it could mean A FEW THINGS HERE SIR *(¬¬)🙄 bombastic,side eye(¬¬")(◔_◔)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)¬‿¬(ಡ᎔ಡ)( ͡º ꒳ ͡º)* and one of them is how you definitely want to be sandwiched between them-

Ok now this is the cringy smack metaphors territory, don't say I didn't warn you:

Ok so when I said his hands are kneading her double cheeks like dough I mean it, like he could rip both her pants and bum open right there-

Then he went on to ask if Minhyeok had ever seen her making her applesaucy face before and they were sweating because of their sitting marathon session with their hands and Ppyong dead ass told MC to lick his sweat to see if it was the same as Minhyeok.

And MC does what MC does, it doesn't matter if she doesn't know what Minhyeok tastes like, she sucks on Ppyong's face like he is the last ice cream cone in flaming summer. As if his face is a soft serve with zero net carbs, as if he is cannoli gelato, and her tongue is all over it, or in her words "like a dog that stuck his nose in a bowl as soon as the rein is released"

It tastes salty mixing with the sweet scent of flesh if you're wondering and she salivating all over his face. Going full Beelzebub on his face like she is slurping on the finest meal of her life. Hey at least, Ppyong enjoys it👍

Then when Ppyong asked if Minhyeok ever saw her this parched and MC recalled how Minhyeok always came into his room on time after she was done petting the cat, finding Nemo, sexy DIY, etc... you get the gist. MC speculated that Minhyeok was definitely outside waiting for her to be done like a peeping tom, you know, creeper behavior <3/jk

The thought makes MC dripping like a faucet, overflowing like a dam. Then they are back in their hands on investigating shenanigans and we get to the part where it would get the original poster banned on YouTube if they posted there. I also just gonna leave these here, MC is a player istg:

OK that's enough smut for this week bye-

#what in hell is bad #whb #whb mc #whb ppyong #whb juno #minors dni #wordsvomit notes

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infinitegalahad · 10 months

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AMERICAN PROMETHEUS AND HIS ATHENA - CHAPTER 4

Pairing: J. Robert Oppenheimer x Female Indentifying! Reader

Summary: The implication was subtle, yet the weight was felt. Your shoulder tensed as you pursed your lips, dropping your plate into the sink. You knew, and so did Robert. It was blatant.

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Sorta poorly written smut (i'm a virgin guys it's very obvious my expiernece is well..smut) and praise kink and a slight virginity/purity kink.

Notes: Hardest part of posting this? The writing, naw. Finding the perfect hot gif of the father of the atomic bomb? Yah! Oh boy...folks, it's here! Baby's first actual smut. I know I sound like a broken record, but seriously y;all, your support is absolutely amazing thank you so much for it! You keep me not just writing, but happy and afloat. Today has been nuts, so I was glad I could get this out. It's my first smut, so sorry if it's not good. This is the last part of the first part of the series, Ch.5 will move more into Los Almos, the bomb, and Kitty and Jean. Trouble will start brewing in paradise, the drama is en route! As you can tell, cliffhangers are my kind of thing #imunwell

Taglist: @forgottenpeakywriter @queenshelby @kodzuvk

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Dinner is a mostly silent affair.

Minus the clattering of cutlery and soft puffs of cigarette smoke, you and Robert are silent. You notice the furtive gazes from Robert that scan your body. Crossing your legs and crumpling your napkin in your lap, you hope not to be noticed yet, at the same time, be noticed since the attention makes you feel aroused.

You take up your plate, and as you are about to wash it, you feel that Robert is going to speak, which he does.

“Your gift is upstairs in the bedroom if you wish to want it.”

The implication was subtle, yet the weight was felt. Your shoulder tensed as you pursed your lips, dropping your plate into the sink.

You knew, and so did he. It was blatant.

Once you finish washing your hands, you walk by Robert, refusing to look down at him. You want to look, but the heavy sensation in your lower area skips whenever you see him. You can feel his intense stare on your back as you walk by.

“I’ll be in the living room,” He says as if it’s a reminder.

You stop by the kitchen door and turn to look back, but you resist the burning desire.

The house is small enough to navigate, and you find yourself in Robert’s bedroom. It’s mundane and straightforward; a bed, a nightstand with books, and an ashtray, a dresser with cigarette boxes. Minus these menial things, there’s the pink satin bag from earlier on the edge of his bed. You walk over and sit down, grabbing the bag and taking out the paper.

It revealed a box, in which, in your arousal, you nearly tore up. Once you placed the box and bag down on the ground, you gently removed the surprise; lingerie.

It wasn’t really a surprise, but you pretended it to be such for the anticipation of it. The material is silk, and you make sure to be extremely careful with the material. The Lingerie is a satin navy two piece; a a sheer bralettle that would define your nipples and lacey knickers that could looked like they would barley cover your bum. Your thumb plays with the soft satin as your face goes red, knowing what will come between you and Robert.

Sliding into the soft material, you check yourself out in the material. It’s the most skin you have ever shown to a man. The shorts cling to your thighs, and the bralette accentuates your nipples. A close look and your privates were revealed, covered by a sheer sheet of satin. You loosen your hair and fluff in, anxiously rubbing your hands together; you didn’t want to keep for long, knowing that Robert was just as aroused as you were.

You slowly ascend down the stairs to the living room, illuminated by a fire that Robert lit while you were changing. A mesmerizing dance of flickering flames unfolds within the fireplace, casting a warm, comforting glow that envelops the room. You spot Robert on the couch, and he is reading the preface to one of the Greek myths you picked out in Sausalito.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you step into the living room, the captivating ambiance of the dancing flames drawing you in like a moth to a gentle fire. The soft light casts an enchanting aura, accentuating the delicate features of the room and adding a touch of mystique to the moment. Your gaze finds Robert seated on the couch, engrossed on the preface of the Greek myth you had chosen in Sausalito. The flicker of firelight dances across his features, casting intriguing shadows that play upon his countenance.

As you take a cautious step forward, the sound of a closing book reaches your ears, causing a shiver to traverse your spine. The air feels charged with palpable energy as you wrap your arms around yourself, an instinctual gesture that adds to the allure of the scene you're entering.

Your steps are slow, deliberate, every movement conveying a mix of vulnerability and intent. Each footfall on the soft carpet is a rhythm that mirrors the steady beat of your heart, a drumroll leading up to the moment of connection. The distance between you and Robert seems to dissolve, leaving only the sensation of his magnetic pull.

As you draw nearer, the firelight and shadows play upon your form, casting alluring patterns upon your skin. His gaze roams your body, a smoldering intensity that ignites a spark of longing within you. The anticipation becomes a tangible force, binding you both in a shared unspoken understanding. The room seems to hold its breath, the air thick with a mixture of desire and the timeless allure of the moment.

Robert's attention is drawn away from the pages as he puts out his cigarette, acknowledging your presence with a glance that sends a ripple of warmth through your veins. His gaze meets yours, and the intensity within his eyes is like a current that pulls you closer, your heart pounding in response. The weight of his gaze is electrifying, and for a brief moment, he seems to hold his breath in awe, sharing the same desire that lingers in the air.

"My beauty," Robert breathed, his gaze tracing the contours of your form with an intensity that sends a flutter through your chest. His voice, a velvety timbre that seems to wrap around the very atmosphere, spills forth in a cascade of words that hold the power to mesmerize.

With a tender touch that speaks volumes, he gently removes your arms and puts them by your side, presenting your nearly nude body to him. His fingers envelop your skin in a caress that ignites a spark of warmth. As he holds your arms, his touch is both a physical reassurance and a silent proclamation of his admiration.

"Your presence is just as I imagined," he continues, his voice a whispered promise that hangs in the air, "it's like a beacon that draws me in. Raw beauty in his most natural form."

His grasp tightens, in which you bite your lip too. Your hand rest on his chest, unable to form coherent thoughts, lost within a hazy gaze of arousal.

“Oppie,” is all you manage with a soft breath equivalent to a moan, feeling like you could sink into his hold.

Robert holds you and guides you to the couch. Your hand remains in his as he picks up one of the myths to examine it.

“I began to read the preface of Hades and Persephone. I understand this one you were highly fond of,” Robert pronounced as he looked at you. For a brief second, his eyes once again captured your body, and he looked at you like you were an angel.

“Would you like to read this one?”

Gently smacking your lips together, you nod your head, “Yes. Quite frankly, I think it would best suit the current mood.”

Subtle communication is a form of love between you. Only you two can understand it. Despite its actual meaning not being viral, it echoes within the room between you two.

Something flickers in Robert’s eyes as he sits down on the couch, bringing you to sit on his lap. Curling up on his side as you rest on his thigh, you grab the book as he snakes his hands around your stomach. He takes a long breath and throws back his head, savoring your smooth skin. The side of your thigh feels something move within his pelvic part. You were not experienced, but you knew that was an erection. The sheer thought of his made you both nervous and excited. It had hit you that this was no longer a fantasy; it was very much indeed a reality.

You clear your throat and open the book, trying to distract from Robert’s not-so-private erection bumping into the outer part of your thigh. Robert lets out a long sigh and leans forward, his chin resting on your shoulder with his nose in your hair. As he sniffs your perfume, his hands draw those mindless patterns into your stomach, making you slightly shift your feet in excitement.

“Read to me,” He purred into your hair.

Biting your lip to contain a noise you were embarrassed to make, you open the book and begin reading with a slight stutter.

“It was a beautiful day like all the others in this land, the sun shone brightly in the sky, the hills were lush and green, and flowers blossomed from the earth. The lovely young maiden, Persephone, frolicked with her friends upon the hillside, as her mother Demeter sat near by, and her father Zeus peered down from the sky above. Laughter could be heard in between the young girls' whispered secrets, as they gathered handfuls of purple crocuses, royal blue irises and sweet-smelling hyacinths. Persephone thought to bring some to her mother, but was soon distracted by a vision of the most enchanting flower she had ever seen. It was a narcissus, the exact flower her father hoped that she would find. As she reached down to pluck it from its resting place, her feet began to tremble and the earth was split in two. Life for Persephone would never be the same again.”

Robert’s breath hitches against your ear. With one hand you hold the book and the other resting onto of Roberts, stroking his palm.

“From this gaping crevice in the ground emerged the awe-inspiring God of the Underworld, Hades, and before Persephone could even think to utter a word, she was whisked off her feet onto the God's golden chariot. As the crack of the whip upon his majestic horses brought her to her senses, she realized she was about to taken into the black depths from which he'd come. The thought of this brought terror to her heart, yet any screams of protest were soon lost within the darkness, as they descended quickly into the Underworld below.

“While Persephone's cries could not be heard above the ground, the pain in Demeter's heart quickly alerted her to the fact that something was terribly wrong. She searched high and low for her dear daughter, who had vanished from both the heavens and the earth. Consumed by depression over the loss of her child, she soon ceased to remember her worldly duties as Goddess of Grain and Growth. As she watched the plants wither and die all around her, she felt her own hopes begin to fade as well. At the same time, deep down in the realm of the dead, Hades hoped to explain his actions to the sweet Persephone. Professing his love, he told her of the plan her father helped deploy and begged her to stay and be his wife. Yet, Persephone longed for something more, the comforts of her mother's home and a view of the lush green grass and blue sky up above.”

Reading these words, a realization hits you. Something about this myth resonates not just with you, but with Robert. Hades and Persephone are death and regenration embodided. Is that what you and Robert are; death and life drawn together in your ever chaning world. The gifts, the flowers, the poemnegrates, the sweet nicknames, it was all to drag you in. At first you couldn’t bare accept. But now? You didn’t know if you agreed with your past self.

“Yet it didn't take long for Demeter's happiness to be replaced with rage, as she recalled the disappearance of her daughter. She flew to the home of Zeus and demanded that Persephone be found at once. She also questioned every immortal she could find and eventually uncovered Zeus' plot. In an attempt to appease Demeter's growing anger, he dispatched a messenger to retrieve their daughter from the depths.”

“Upon his entry to the Underworld, the messenger Hermes was amazed at what he found. Instead of finding a frail and fearful Persephone, he found a radiant and striking Queen of the Dead. She had adjusted well to her new position, saying she had even found her calling. The Goddess was now in charge of greeting the new arrivals and helping them adapt to their new life. While she wished to see her mother up above, she was torn by her desire to remain Hades' wife.”

Your past thoughts and sudden releevations were proven by the text. Your breath shudders as you feel one of Robert’s hand inch up your chest, similar to last time. Instead of siquriming, you sink within his hold. Your hand topples his as you guide him to your breast, letting his hand protrude on your linergie to gently caress and grasp your breast.

A moan escpaesd your lips as you lean back, feeling Robert squeeze your nipples. He calms his touch as he resorts to stroking the edge of your breast, letting you continue to the climax of the myth.

“Hoping to comfort Persephone in her confusion, Hades came to his Queen's side. He gently kissed her forehead and urged her, "Do not fret, eat instead from this fruit I know you will like." As she pressed the red pomegranate seeds to her lips, she listened to his words. He told her he would miss her very much, but her duties as a daughter mattered too. So, she climbed into the chariot and bid her husband farewell, as Hermes sped them off to the middle realm of mother earth, the home of her devoted mother.

You saw the last two paragraphs of the myth, also seeing Robert’s hand make it’s way down your stomach to your short. Your hand guides him slowly and gently to your womanhood.

“The flowers sang joyfully of her return, while her mother beamed with pride. Yet, the child that she had born and raised had changed while she was gone. She had grown into a goddess, one both beautiful and wise and the more that Demeter inquired about her experiences below, the more she came to worry that the life they knew was gone. She recalled a declaration Zeus had made from the heavens up above: in order for Persephone to return to the home and life she had known, the young goddess must be as pure as the day she left her mother's side. However, the ruby stain upon her lips spoke of the beauty's fate. Persephone had tasted of the fruit of life. It could not be erased.”

Robert buries his nose into your shoulder with his hand stopping at the edge of your pants. He hesitates, afraid to hurt you. But you know, and feel, that Robert would never do such a thing. You push his hand towards the waistband on your knickers, sliding Robert’s hand down your knickers and towards a place that no man was ever touched until now.

“Even so, Zeus loved his daughter too much to send her back to Hades without the hope of returning to her mother's abode above. So, each spring Persephone comes back with the flowers that pave her way, to tell the story of rebirth, hope and harmony. And each fall when she leaves again for the Underworld below, her mother mourns and winter comes, while she waits for her return. Yet, for Persephone there is no remorse. She looks forward to the time she spends as Hades' Queen and wife, and to guiding those who have lost their way to the next phase of their life.”

You let out a sigh and threw the book down. It blocked your view of Robert’s hand down your navy knickers. You hold his arm and go red, goosebumps hovering over your skin with his electric touch.

“Y/n, sweetling,” Robert coles into your ear. His fingers are like a ghost, hovering over the curls of your rapidly moistening vulva, waiting for your approval, “Speak to me. Tell me.”

“Robert,” You arch your head back to plant a peck on his forehead, “Please.”

“It will hurt since it’s your first. If it does, please tell me,” Robert, in his most vulnerable state, begs you.

You hum and bring your foreheads together, giving him the green light. “If it hurts, I rather it is with you, Robert. I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else.”

Your words made Robert choke on his breath as his hand traveled his way through your curls, finding your vulva. He circles the area around your finger, seeing you stretch back, digging a hand into the side of his salt and pepper hair. Placing a kiss on your cheek, his finger enters your clitoris.

Letting out a curse, you arch your back like a cat as you let out a noise you wouldn’t want anyone to hear but Robert.

“You’re so tight,” Robert says into your hair. His finger moves around, causing the nerves from your vaginal wall to give goosebumps of joy. He smirks as his hand on your stomach brings you back closer to him. “You kept it all for me to unwrap. How sweet of you.

“More,” You breath as you softly grind his thigh.

He hums and asks, “More?”

“More, please. Pretty please.”

Your beg makes him chuckle as you feel another finger circling around your clitoris.

“Another? Are you sure?”

Another shockwave rides up your body, making you rapidly nod your head. The second finger circles your hole, but Robert doesn’t insert it yet.

“Words, sweetling.”

“Yes, yes, please. Pleas-”

As the second finger enters your clitoris, you gasp and scrunch your toes and fingers, the ecstasy running through your veins.

“Oppie,” You moan his name, which makes his erection move below you. He fingered you for the next few minutes, a gentle rhythm dancing inside you. It hurts initially, but the pain subsides as Robert’s fingers mold to your insides. A creamy substance leaks from your vagina, covering Roberts’ and. He eventually removes his pale hand covered by a pale substance. You take his hand and bring it to your face, admiring what is your reaction for your desire and love for Robert.

“Can I?” You turn to Robert, looking at his cum over his fingers.

Robert’s breath hitches and he nods and leans back. He watches you suck on his finger, licking and inhaling the cum. He strokes your hair and leans back, soaking in the experience. Once you finish, he grabs your chin to admire you. Your faces and bodies are illuminated by the fire, which shows both of your burning desires for one another.

“You are a beautiful creature, y/n,” He confesses, wiping a bit of cum from your lip, dragging your lip down.

“You’re handsome,” You reply to his compliment by giving one to him. Your hand goes to the collar of his shirt, signaling for him to undress so you can truly get down to business.

The two of you help undress each other. As carefully as you put on the bralette and shorts, Robert slides them off and throws them onto the loveseat. You, too, help him undress; helping unbutton his shirt and unbuckle his belt. He slides down his pants and underwear, revealing his throbbing erection. It was a suprie to you, for such a slender spectre-looking man, his cock was large; fluids running down the tip. He’s got a faint trail of hair that goes up to his stomach, which makes your womanhood feel like a lush paradise.

Robert moves you in front of the far, far enough not to get burned but close enough to be warmed. He handles you with the delicacy of a china doll, resting your body on the carpet. Your arms fall behind you as his hand grabs one of yours, with the other resting on the indent of your waist. Robert climbs onto of you, sitting ontop of your area as he admires your body, a soft and genuine smile on his lips.

“Look at you,” He said in awe, “You are more beautiful than in my dreams. I knew you would be. Your simply perfect.”

“There is no true perfect person, Robert.” You blush and softly giggle.

“I’m afraid that is a lie, y/n. You are.”

His erect cock rest on the inner part of your thigh, edging towards your vagina.

“Are you sure you want this?” Robert asks, his tone still loving but also serious. For the first time this night, he looks hesitant. Scared, even, “Are you sure you want this to be with someone such as me?”

To soothe Robert’s nerves, you bring a hand to cup the side of his cheek. It’s a small physical touch that you known drives Robert mad. He sighs and leans into your touch, closing his eyes as he basks in your sweet touch.

“Of course, Robert. I want it to be you. I’ve wondered for so long of who it would be to do this. And Robert, well, it’s you. It’s always been you. I knew it when I first saw you. And now I want it more then ever. So Robert please, be the one to take me.” You gently confess.

He opens his eyes and covers your hand on his cheek.

“I’ll feed you my seed, Persephone,” Robert purred, a tint of possession to his voice, “And then? You’ll be mine.”

His member neared your wet vagina. He heistated, awaiitng for your nod.

You never had nodded faster in your life; it felt like you were dependent on the touch of his cock. Robert made sure to give you the thing you were most craved and wanted; which was him.

He fucks you infront of the fire. At first, it hurts. He’s very gentle, whispering kind words as you cry in both pleasure and pain. He slowly grinds against you as as you bury your hands into his hair, digging your nails deep through his hair. Robert cooes into your ear, calling you his deity and his Persephone. As he hungirly humps against you all while holding your hand and saying sweet words of pet names and reassurance, it leaves you to think.

Through the humping, moans, and grunts, the myth you could barely read earlier comes to mind. In your story, your Persephone, and he’s Hades. Like how Hades took Persephone from her world, Robert snatched you from your crowd at Berkeley. Not that you felt satisfied within it, but he took you every Friday and weekend into his home and world, keeping you among him and spoiling and adoring you as a way for you to fall in love with him. You did fall for him, but a part of you hesitated. Robert was thirty five and you were freshly eighteen. The age dfiference and power imbalance was more then evident.

But now, you were able to look past that.

Like Hades had done to Persephone, he gave her the seed to keep her to him.

Robert had done the same to you, his warm cum feeling inside of your aching stomach.

With a heavy exhale, Robert fell beside your, gathering you in his arms. He holds you close, and like it’s routine, return the favor and curl into him.

Hatomi was right; the theory of social change perfectly applies to you.

Time passes, and within that tie, you and Robert lay together nude in front of the fire. After cleaning you, he fetches one of your Greek Myths and a cigarette. The two of you share puffs from the cigarette as he reads the tale of Prometheus to you. Robert holds himself up with one arm, the other wrapped around your waist, his hand resting on your stomach. You stare into the fire, stroking his hand that rubs your stomach, listening to his velvety voice read the myth.

“After the Olympian gods emerged victorious, Zeus tasked Prometheus and Epimetheus with creating humans and giving them unique qualities. Epimetheus, meaning "afterthought," began distributing various attributes among the animals, giving each species-specific traits to survive in the world. However, when it came to humans, he had given away all the positive qualities to animals, leaving humans vulnerable and defenseless,” Robert read the paper as he stroked your hair, “Prometheus to intervene. He stole fire from the gods and gave it to humanity, along with other gifts such as knowledge, craftsmanship, and agriculture. Fire symbolized not only warmth and light but also technological advancement and the ability to cook food, which was crucial for human development. Prometheus shaped humanity out of clay or mud–”

A piece of wood falls in the fire, and you curl your knees into your stomach.

“–and Athena breathed life into his clay figures.”

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mysteryshoptls · 10 months

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SR Epel Felmier - Rabbit Wear Vignette

"A little bummed, I guess?"

[Clock Town]

Deuce: Alright, so let's start heading back to Rabbit National Park.

Epel: I'm glad we all found some good souvenirs to bring home.

1. Yeah! 2. That was fun!

Silver: Maybe it's because of the festival, but it was packed with customers everywhere we went.

Deuce: I mean, it is our annual White Rabbit Festival after all. Usually, this town's pretty quiet.

Epel: A quiet town, huh…

Silver: What's the matter, Epel?

Epel: Nah, I was just thinking that the atmosphere here is way different than I thought it'd be.

Deuce: It's different than you thought? Just what kind of place did you think Clock Town was?

Epel: I was expecting a town covered in graffiti, with broken windows everywhere.

Deuce: THAT'S NOWHERE NEAR CLOSE!?

Epel: …Remember how I told you back at the school cafeteria that I have relatives that live close to Clock Town?

Epel: I heard from those relatives that Clock Town was riddled with delinquents.

Epel: That's why I thought that there'd be modded blastcycles racing around the town, or fights between rival gangs, or something.

Deuce: Ah… So that's what you mean.

Deuce: I mean, it's not like we have zero bad actors, but it's not like they're just fighting in the streets all the time.

Silver: I see. That is good.

Epel: I'm… a little bummed, I guess?

Deuce: What, why…?

Epel: I thought if some punk came at us, I'd show 'em what for.

Silver: So you were looking to protect us. You have a good sense of justice.

Ortho: I don't believe I sense any inkling of wanting to protect us in Epel Felmier-san's statement there.

Epel: …Hm? L-Look at that!!

Grim: Funyaa!? What is it? Is it a bad guy!?

Epel: Deuce-kun, there's a blastcycle parked over there! And it's modded out like crazy!

Grim: Oh, is that all. I thought there was gonna be a fight or somethin'.

Deuce: Oh, you're right. Let's go see if we can take a closer look!

Epel: Yeah!

Deuce: It's got a different cowl than the standard makes. It's a lightweight cowl made for racing.

Epel: They have those wide tires to help with friction! And they're semi-slick with shallower grooves!

Epel: The brake and suspension has been swapped out, too! It's been completely race tuned!

Silver: …I have no idea what he's saying.

Grim: …Me neither.

Epel: This is awesome! I can't believe a blastcycle this cool is just sitting here in town like this!

Deuce: I told you that that there's a ton of blastcycle parts shops in Clock Town, right?

Deuce: That's why it's not strange to come across a lot of tuned blastcycles like this.

Epel: So I was right that I'd get to see modded blastcycles here, then. I'm so happy I got to see one in person.

Epel: One day, I'm going to buy my own blastcycle and totally trick it out.

Ortho: Are you going to customize it for racing like this one?

Epel: I mean, it's crucial to try to push the limits of the max possible speed, or increase handling, yeah.

Epel: But before all that, I want to make it look cool!

Epel: I'd change the front cowl into a super flashy and huge rocket cowl, and put on a seat with a real high back…

Ortho: Eh? If you increase your drag, that'll slow you down.

Epel: I'd swap out the handlebars for these super long and bent down ape hangers…

Ortho: That'll lower your maneuverability.

Epel: And I'd paint dragons and tigers on it and really make it stand out!

Ortho: This isn't a practical modification at all… Is this what they call "romanticism"?

Ortho: I can comprehend wanting to focus on the exterior, but I can't understand why you would sacrifice performance for that.

Epel: Hmm… So, I guess it's impossible then.

Deuce: Like hell it is. I think that'd be super cool.

Epel: …Right!?

Deuce: It's be super neat to draw flames on the tank, or paste decals on it, too!

Epel: Yeah, yeah! I knew you'd get me, Deuce-kun!

Grim: …They're really getting fired up about it, huh.

[Clock Town]

Ortho: Oh. There's a blastcycle over there, too.

Epel: You're right! Man, I'm so jealous, there's so many cool blastcycles all over Clock Town.

Epel: Back home in Harveston, I'd never have even laid eyes on a modded blastcycle.

Deuce: Really?

Epel: Yeah. I mean, there's not as much younger folk there, in the first place…

Epel: So there's not many people riding blastcycles anyway, let alone modded ones.

Epel: Back in middle school, there were some tough-lookin' guys, but it's not like they'd ever cause any huge problems, or anything…

Epel: When it comes to blastcycles and delinquent culture, I studied a ton of TV shows, comics, and looked stuff up on the internet.

Epel: I was so surprised that such a world existed… And I was so enamored by how cool it looked.

Deuce: I see. I had a similar sort of phase, so I think I get what you're saying.

Epel: …I have another dream besides modding my own blastcycle.

Silver: What kind of dream is it?

Epel: I WANT TO GO ROARING DOWN THE STREETS ON MY BLASTCYCLE ALONGSIDE MY FRIENDS, ALL IN MATCHING LEATHER JACKETS OR WINDBREAKERS!

Epel: I totally think that it'd be much more fun to ride with friends, rather than just by myself.

Deuce: While flying your crew's colors?

Epel: Yeah, yeah! I bet it'd be so neat to go riding down a winding road at dawn with everyone, too!

Grim/Ortho: …

Silver: ?

1. Cool!

Epel: Right!? You should ride with me one day, too, [Yuu]-san! Epel: If you don't have a blastcycle, then you can ride behind me!

2. I don't know if I get it…

Epel: Eehh!? Really? I thought that'd be super cool, too.

Deuce: That sounds real fun! You gotta invite me when that happens!

Epel: Of course! It'd be a blast riding with everyone!

―After the conflict with the Black Bunnies

[Clock Town – Clock Park]

Everybody: …

Deuce: I'm ain't gonna forgive a single one of those Black Bunnies…

Silver: There is no way we can lose this Rabbit Run Race.

Ortho: Yeah. We're definitely going to win this!

Deuce: Yeah… Everyone, sorry for dragging you into this mess.

Epel: What are you saying, Deuce-kun!? I'm super looking forward to this!

Deuce: You are? Why?

Epel: We're all wearing the same kind of costume and we're going to run together…

Epel: This is the exact kind of situation I've been dreaming about!

Epel: I mean, it's not a blastcycle race, and sure, these outfits don't really scream "cool."

Epel: But these punks are the worst delinquents in this town, right? I'm getting really excited.

Deuce: So, rather than nervous, you're excited? You're making me feel a little better, Epel.

Epel: It would have been perfect if we could run carrying the Night Raven College colors.

Deuce: It's great you're up for it, but… Don't freak out and run from the Black Bunnies at the last second.

Epel: Ahahah. Even if the scariest of all delinquents were to show up, I'd never do something that uncool.

Deuce: I DON'T THINK A DELINQUENT THAT SCARY'LL SHOW UP!

Epel: Really? But even if one was participating in the race, I think we could beat them, don't you?

Deuce: …...Heh, yeah, you're right.

Epel: I DON'T CARE WHO WE'RE UP AGAINST, WE WON'T LOSE! 'KAY, WE'RE GONNA RUN WITH ALL OUR MIGHT!!!

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alice-angel12x · 1 year

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Dragons in Twisted Wonderland

Pt.1 Here

When Y/n opened their eyes they found themselves in darkness. Slowly reaching her hands felt something, it was soft. Yet when they tried to push it was study, but it jiggled, meaning this was a door of sorts.

Y/n at first tried to firmly push on the door but after a while, they began to kick. With a bunch of powerful kicks, the door finally slammed open. Causing them to fall out of the floating Coffin, with their bow and arrows behind them. When they slowly stood, they saw they were in a room with hooded figures. All staring and whispering to each other.

"Honestly, what is the hurry. Coming out of the gate on your own is unheard of," said a man in a crow mask.

"W-who Are You!" Y/n gasped as they grabbed their bow.

"Please calm yourself. Believe me, I'm not a suspicious character," The masked man said.

"Sorry, but I find that hard to believe," Y/n said with a glare. "Where the Heck am I. What in Odin's beard is happening?!"

"You were chosen," The man said simply. "It seems you're not entirely lucid yet."

The man would go on to explain that Y/n was chosen to attend Night Raven Colledge, a magic school. How the mirror of darkness told the black carriage to bring them here, for their magical prowess.

"That makes no sense. I don't have magic," Y/n said as they slowly reached for their arrows. "Send me back, Send Me Back Home!"

"Wh-Wait just a moment! Someone refusing to enroll is unheard of!" The masked man gasped.

Suddenly there was a crash of glass as a black cat with a pitchfork tail, and flaming blue ears appeared. He began to speak and claim he was the best wizard, Grimm. When everyone laughed at his words, Grimm decided to show off his magic, blue fire. And proceeded to spread fire in the mirror chamber.

One of the hooded figures stood up and headed towards the fire. Grimm noticed and blasted a wave of fire at the boy, but Y/n quickly pushed him out of the way. As the fire got closer another sound of broken glass was heard, as a large figure shielded them from the fire.

Y/n looked up with a smile as Sky Crest blocked the flames with her great wings. Sky Crest moved her wings and rose to a proud poster and roared loudly. Everyone stood in awe, shock, and fear as the roar vibrated through the air, and shook their organs.

Grimm was absolutely petrified at the large dragon standing in front of him. And he quickly ran out of the chamber in fear. Y/n was beyond happy to see their dragon friend again as the two friends hugged tightly.

"This is unspeakable! You have turned this ceremony into a circus!" Riddle shouted in anger.

"Sorry, but I don't think it's my fault. And I'm not the idiot who was about to walk into the fire," Y/n commented.

"How Dare You! I Shall Have Your Head!" Riddle shouted.

Sky Crest Roared at Riddle as she raised her back and slowly approached. The power of the dragon's roar knocked Riddle onto his bum. Sky crest opened her jaw as she readied her fire blast, all the while stepping closer to the trembling Riddle. Everyone watched in horror as the dragon was about to deliver a devastating blow. When Y/n quickly got between the Sky and Riddle and began to give their dragon friend a good chin scratch. Everyone backed away from the large dragon as the dragon calmed down and leaned into Y/n's scratches.

"You really scared her. Don't say things like that to people," Y/n scolded the red-haired boy.

"I-I scared her?! She was going to kill me-" "And you threatened to decapitate me!" Y/n cut him off.

"I wasn't going to- Not Literally!" Riddle shouted, his face turning red.

"Then maybe you should think before shouting random phrases," Y/n glared back.

"That's just the name of My Spell," Riddle growled.

"Well that's a very stupid name for a spell," Y/n snapped back, causing Riddle to growl back at them.

"How dare you insult a dorm leader. I'll Have you know That I am the Law, and I do not tolerate rule breakers!" Riddle growled

"Oh, you're the rules, huh. Sounds like you're compensating for something. Maybe the fact you need heels just to be my height," Y/n smirked, seeing as this really annoyed Riddle.

Before Riddle could even shout something, Sky crest lightly smacked him off his feet with her tail.

The mirror soon spoke up and said that Y/n had no magic. Everyone was shocked, how could a magicless human tame such a dangerous being like a dragon? Crowley eventually escorted Y/n and the dragon out.

And sadly with no way to send them home and the dragon home, Crowley simply swept them to Ramshackle. And Crowley could only wonder what happened to the gate they came out of, for when he went back to inspect it. It mysteriously disappeared.

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(Meanwhile back at Ramshackle, the next day)

As Y/n gathered as many cushions and blankets to keep Sky Crest warm. Since there are no boulders around, and this whole house is made of wood. And as much as Y/n is thankful for Crowley not just tossing them to the streets.

Crowley was fast to make them a janitor to earn their keep. Not a problem Y/n would think to themselves, the cleaned-after dragons, and around the blacksmith shop plenty of times.

"Yes, and feel free to use all these cleaning supplies to help," Crowley said as he offered a bunch of cleaning chemicals.

But Y/n stared at the strange concoctions in strange clear bottles. Crowley quickly remembered that Y/n literally came from 1010 AD, none of these things existed yet. So he tried to dumb it down a bit.

"See these colorful liquids? Don't put this in your mouth. Or any colorful and strange-smelling liquids. These bottles with bubble pictures on them. This is to clean with, don't drink it," He said as if he was talking to a 5-year-old.

"And keep your dragon in Ramshackle," Crowley said.

"What!? Why?" Y/n asked as Sky crest growled.

"This is a place of learning, and having a dragon would be a distraction. And we have... Some rowdy...Students and I don't want them to end up as dragon food," Crowley said slowly.

"So are you giving me persimmon to beat up said rowdy students in self-defense?" Y/n asked.

"No," Crowley said simply. "Just ignore them."

Sky Crest glared as the crow man left the door. Y/n sighed as they gathered all the weird cleaning liquids and headed out the door. However Sky crest wasn't going to sit this out, so using her invisibility trick she sneakily followed Y/n to the main entrance.

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Sky Crest stealthily snuck around the school as she silently followed Y/n to the school entrance. As She hides behind the status of the stone people she watched as Two students approached Y/N. Curiosity took over as she stealthily sneaked up behind the boys. Them being none the wiser as Sky Crest looked over their shoulder like she was supposed to be there.

Y/n's eyes widened at the sight but stayed quiet as the two boys fail to notice a large dragon behind them. As Ace began to tease Y/n about the entrance Ceremony, a familiar grey cat appeared. Demanding Y/n leave so he could enroll, but Ace simply turned his teasings to the cat.

"I'll prove I deserve to be in this school, I can take this human no problem," Grim said as he pounced toward Y/n.

Y/n swiftly pulled their bow and gave a good whack on the head.

"Oww!" Grimm groaned. "Why did you do that?!"

"Cause this was a fight and I'm gonna just give you a victory," Y/n said simply.

"And only the chosen can go to this school. And you just didn't make the cut," Ace laughed.

"Hey, you should say stuff like that to people," Deuce said. "Man you've been nothing but a jerk the moment we got here."

"Yeah yeah. I don't need your lectures, I have classes to get to," Ace said as he turned to leave.

When he bumped into something sturdy and scally. When he finally looked up, he saw a very annoyed light fury glaring down at him.

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y2ksnowglobe · 4 months

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*leans against a lamppost outside Will Campos's house, flaming katana fully sheathed, stares at my nails*

Yeah...I mean, I wasn't expecting Birdie at this point really, but like...knowing her whole family is in heaven without her is kinda bumming me out, man. Like, if Henry, Sparrow, and Lark get to see Mercedes and she doesn't, like...think how sad she's gonna be. Like that'd would be a lot of angst and it sure would be a shame if someone...used that for fanfic purposes...

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #dungeons and daddies spoilers #birdie oak #mercedes oak garcia #lark oak #sparrow oak #henry oak

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 8 months

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if we did an ask about carmy getting drunk, imagine him high…

like imagine he ate something that had infused thc at work and he kept eating it. it could marcus trying to tap into a new audience or something LOL

Doughnuts

It's late Sunday. Carmen had put one day per month on the calendar for people to experiment in the kitchen. Kind of make sure they still are keeping their flame, that passion for cooking. He kind of saw it as a free opportunity to ensure that his employees and most importantly friends were satisfied.

So this week it's mostly all about Marcus. He had just returned from Copenhagen. And to say that he was over the moon would have been an understatement. "You saw that?", Carmen asked walking into the office and pointing back at the kitchen. Marcus was quite literally the star of the show. You nodded, "I haven't seen him so excited in ages". Carmen shook his head in disbelief, "He's so just...", Carmen stopped trying to pinpoint the right word. "Just like he was when you first found him? Bubbling with excitement for food?", you said with a light smile. Carmen's eyes drifted back to Marcus, "Yeah, exactly that".

And you all had been stuffed with sweets by that point. The savory dish was almost forgotten by now. As Marcus brought out dessert after dessert. "This is incredible", Sydney chirped, stuffing her mouth with another spoonful of chocolate cake. "I actually will be shitting candy for the rest of the week", Richie leaned back into the chair. You cackled lightly, leaning against Carmen. Marcus emerged out of the kitchen.

"Man, promise me this is the last one. You'll put me in the hospital", Richie stated. Everyone laughed around the table. "If only it was that easy to get rid of you", Sydney murmured, causing Richie to throw his napkin at her. "This is the last one and... it's special", Marcus said, putting the plater of miniature-filled doughnuts. "What's this?", you asked inspecting the sweet treat, sniffing it a couple of times. "Ya'll try it", Marcus said with a grin on his face.

And it was delicious. Almost addictively so. And suddenly lazy grins painted everyone's faces. "Shit... Are you all feeling what I'm feeling?", Richie murmured, Sydney was leaning against his side, laughing. "I feel like I had a bottle of red", Tina replied, resting her head in her hands. You snickered, looking up at Carmen who was already looking at you.

"Wow...", he breathed when he met your eyes. "What?", you gasped. Carmen shook his head, moving to trace his fingers over your jaw. "You're so fucking pretty, baby", you fell into fits of giggles after that. "I'm for real, like your hips, I love holding your hips", Carmy's fingers squeezed your sides, and you dipped your hands beneath his shirt, "Is that the only thing you like?", you leaned closer.

"Right, no. Dick stays in the pant", Richie's voice rang through the room, his eyes barely open as he pointed his fingers at you two. All you could do was stick your tongue at him, as you moved to straddle Carmy. "Come on you two", Richie groaned, Sydney moved to cover his eyes. "Back room", you muttered into Carmen's ear. You felt him moving his arms to hold onto your bum, "Say no more", he started, lifting you. "Disgusting, I'm disgusted. If you get her pregnant, I'll tell your kids how they were made!", Richie shouted, surrounded by laughter as Carmen carried you out. Both were way too high on whatever Marcus had put in those goddamn doughnuts.

#carmen berzatto imagine #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto imagine #carmy berzatto x reader #the bear imagine #the bear x reader #the bear tv show

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majora-x · 1 month

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Guys.... Disheveled Ghost and an even worse, feral, probably autistic reader.... bababammm...

Again, as usual, reader's almost/is the same height as Ghost.

(Readers kind of... like... homeless? Not really!!!!!!!! They kinda just prefer not to live with the people they know and they're too broke to afford their own place so.... I'm not glorifying homelessness I've been there and it's rough)

You drag yourself through the dark alley, your baggy pants picking up dirty rainwater from stale puddles on the ground. The air was heavy and musty and would've suffocated someone with more privilege... but you were used to this. You were used to sitting in this same dark alley, wedged behind the open dumpster and bumming cigarettes and fishing around for any decent food you could get your hands on. You were like an urban legend around this part of the city; wherever you went, bad luck was to follow. That wasn't true, obviously, but you liked it. Made you feel seen. They knew you existed... Yet nobody made any moves to help you. And that hurt.

You continue to trudge along, wincing at the wet squelches that sounded with every step you took. You emerge and step onto the sidewalk, squinting as your eyes try to adjust to the sunlight. That's when you see him- barely, in the corner of your eye, a dark shadow slinking into the alleyway. You try to follow him with your gaze but he blends in so well with the shadows... into your turf. This is your area, your territory, the place no one else would dare to venture in fear of encountering you... and he thinks he can just waltz on in there like it's his?! You follow him, your steps near silent except for the slight slosh of your wet pants. He doesn't seem to notice you- odd, you're quite noisy- or he's choosing to ignore you. Is he scared? Does he not want to come face to face with the (wo)man, the myth, the legend, the mythical-

"You gonna keep following me 'r are you gonna say somethin'?"

... Oh! So he did hear you!

"What are you doing here?! Don't you know- don't you know to stay away from here?!" You rasp and he turns around, staring at you. He looks shocked.

"Who're you?..."

You could hear the slight waiver in his voice, the uncertainty, the fear, he was afraid of you. Just like everyone else, the tiny flame of hope you'd been harboring for so long immediately snuffed out- maybe not everybody was afraid, maybe, just maybe, there was somebody- no, you know better now.

"Get out. Did nobody tell you? Are you new here? When did you move in? Why-"

You feel yourself panicking. This was a public space, you both knew that, but everybody in this part of town knew about you and warned their kids and visitors to not go into that alley because it was your space-

"Was deployed. Don't keep up with the gossip 'round here. M'not here enough." He mumbles. He's a soldier. You hate soldiers. A bunch of stuck-up guys who think they're the best because they've been through shit for the country but you've been through shit for nothing. No reason. You stare at him.

"Well now you know. Get out and don't come back here ever again- aren't you disgusted? You see me, you see how filthy I am- aren't you afraid?"

That quiver in his voice earlier... wasn't fear. He wasn't scared... it was just a crack in his voice. How he speaks. You feel the flame flick back to life, weak, yet igniting everything around it and causing your face to heat up.

"Why would I be? Y'r jus' some bum... Seen plenty. Been one at one point." He scoffs.

".... You haven't heard even one rumor...? About- the bad luck... or the rabies... or- nothing..? You don't know who I am?" This... was refreshing. Somebody not recognizing you. Made you feel a lot better than everybody knowing your name.

"Christ, has nobody here ever seen a homeless gal?" He asks rhetorically. You furrow your eyebrows a bit. Was it that obvious? It had been a while since you properly cleaned yourself off but you tried to avoid making a mess as much as possible..

"Still-... what are you doing here...? I can't think of a single reason why you'd need to be here..." You ask him, still confused. "Takin' a shortcut. Goin' back to my flat.... Wanna come with? Y'could use a shower." He answers. Your eyes widen. Was he a kidnapper or something? Or was he just being polite...? You really didn't want to take that risk but-

".... Sure." You grumble.

#cod x reader #simon riley x reader

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The Prince and I

CHAPTER FIVE: The Prince's New Consort

Featuring Prince Andrew, Duke of York

With details on Prince Andrew allegations emerge from newly unsealed Jeffrey Epstein documents this week. Making him now a virtual recluse, only venturing out to go horse-riding on the Windsor estate twice a week, or for the occasional swim. Watching tv in a tatty old robe, eating crisps and playing the five knuckle shuffle to memories of his "glory days". Wishing mummy could have gotten him out of his latest mistake yet again.

I decided to accelerate my plan to re-make his image to the public and have him come out as bi. Agreeing as the disgraced Prince of York was willing to go to any length possible to worm his way back into public life as a working royal. Even admitting that, but he's still a boobs-and-bum man. Even though he lives with his ex-wife Sarah Ferguson, the Duchess of York, at Royal Lodge, she is not the optimal choice to get Andrew back in good graces with the public. And none of his old “gallery of crumpet” were suitable. Luckily, I was recommended a guy named Ethan Clarke, a flame-headed 28 year old with blue eyes, and a slender body.

When he arrived at Royal Lodge, he was led to the master suite where Andrew and I waited. Now standing in the middle of the room, Ethan was a a good looking man, in line with what you'd expect Andrew to be into in a man.

"Why don't you make yourself more… comfortable." I said as I motioned him towards where Andrew and I sat.

Smiling, Ethan strutted up to us and slowly removed his shirt and laid across a nearby chair. Then he loosened his belt as he took off his shoes by putting the toe of one foot on the heel of the other and pushing them off. Finally, he let his pants fall to his feet as his cock tented out his jockeys. And as he slipped them down, I watched a broad grin appear on Andrew's face staring at his wonderful dick. All six inches of it pointed at the ceiling and was framed by his fire crotch as he spun around, like a dancer, showing off his bubble butt. Andrew was just staring at his beautiful body as I could tell he was overcome with lust that his crotch was tenting out.

"Nice ass."

Ethan grinned as he told Andrew, "It's all yours, Your Highness."

"But how good are you at sucking cock?" Andrew said as Ethan approached the prince. And without waiting for answer, Andrew unzipped his slants and pulled out his cock.

Looking at me, I gave Ethan a nod of approval before he slid to his knees between Andrew's wide spread legs and grabbing the prince's cock in his hands. Then as he looked up into Andrew's blue eyes, pulled back the hood and quickly began sucking Andrew's cock down into his throat.

"Bloody hell, that feels good." The prince called over to me.

He took a sip vodka he was holding in his left hand as young man started swallowing more and more of his dick while looking up into Andrew's blue eyes.

"Take it all. Show me how good a cocksucker you are." The prince said as he put his free hand on the back of Ethan's head and pulled his face against his crotch.

For the next 15 minutes, Ethan deep throated his cock, relishing the feel of his dick as it slid down his throat until his mouth was pressed against the fly of Andrew's slacks. It was amazing to watch Ethan work his skills over Andrew. All while Andrew was being his rude, gauche, insensitive self, making anal sex jokes. It went on and on until I told him to finish Ethan off.

"Yes Your Highness. Fuck me. Fuck me now. Please, Andrew. I need to be fucked." Ethan begged as he lay on his back on the near by couch.

I enjoyed how he manhandled Ethan, lifting his legs up and slapping his ass really hard, groping it firmly. I tossed Andrew some lube, which he smeared all over his cock before smearing it Ethan's opening and slipped his finger in his ass. I grabbed Ethan's legs and held them high as I watched Andrew aim his hard-on at his puckered ass hole. Ethan's chest heaved with lust filled anticipation as the head of Andrew's dick entered his hot passion-tunnel without any resistence.

"Lets see how good your bum can take my fat cock." Andrew said with lust-filled eyes as he began to pull his cock out slowly and then drive it slowly back up Ethan's ass.

His eyes closed and a sigh escaped from his mouth as Andrew's first thrust hit home. Ethan held my gaze and squealed with delight as Andrew leaned really hard over, crushing him under his hairy belly, grinding into him slow and deliberately. I could tell he was in Ethan good and deep. Each time Andrew thrust into him, pre-cum would squirt from the tip of Ethan's cock. Andrew reached down and scooped it up with his finger, brought it to Ethan's mouth as he quickly sucked it in.

After about 20 strokes, Ethan's ass opened up and Andrew began to shuttle faster in and out of his wonderful ass. He was panting and looking at me with a hungry desire, like I was a meal and he was starving. I noticed his body glistening with sweat with the occasional droplet hitting the young man beneath him. Ethan was really moaning now as Andrew fucked him really hard, his moans increasing with each thrust the prince delivered.

"Give it to him Andrew. Fill that tight young ass with all that hot cum." I cheered as Andrew began to really put it to him.

By now the room was steaming and filled with the sounds of Andrew's balls slamming against Ethan's ass, his cries of being fucked, Andrew's groans and my cheers of approval.

Watching the two men going at it caused me to get so excited that my dick popped up. Suddenly I had to join in on the fun. I went the side of the bed and slipped my cock into Ethan's willing mouth as I grabbed Ethan's feet and held them wide open for Andrew's hard pounding. I noticed Andrew began to pound faster and his face began to screw up in lust as he neared his release. In no time, Ethan grabbed the bed sheets, bucking like a untamed horse in orgasm and shot jism onto his belly.

The contraction of Ethan's ass on Andrew's pistoning dick while he went through his orgasm brought prince's own climax. Andrew bellowed like a bull as he dropped his cum deposit deep in Ethan's ass. Just then, I pulled out of Ethan's mouth and shot a big load on his face.

After leaving what must have been a big load in Ethan's ass, Andrew pulled out and I heard his cock make a wet pop as it left my popped cherry.

"He is a good fuck." Andrew said and broke into peals of laughter.

Later after Ethan left and Andrew had cum in him two more times, His Royal Highness told me he'd do nicely before I dropped a few loads into him. But that's for a later story.

#The Prince and I #prince andrew #fan fiction #british royalty #The Prince's New Consort

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chosos-gothica · 1 year

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Gimme a light?

Punk!Choso x reader (18+)

Minors (anyone under 18) and ageless blogs will be blocked. DNI.

Summary: You bartend a show night and one aloof bassist catches your eye.

Features: Oral sex (reader receives), Fem reader, vaginal penetration (reader receives), fingering, face riding, Sub!Choso if you look hard enough.

wc: ~ 2,400

A/N: I’m a bit rusty doing xreaders so I hope this is a good read lol 🖤

Songs queued

Nicotine Stain - Siouxsie and the banshees

Dumb - Nirvana

The Wolf - The Brats

Violet - Hole

The pub is suffocating on Saturday nights. Bodies uncomfortably close as most stood in drunken fervor. The sweat, the alcohol, the humidity, it was all too much. Even for an experienced bar tender such as yourself. The minute the bar area cleared out of the crowd in favor of the stage area, you decide to take a 15 minute smoke break.

You sneak off to the alley behind the establishment. Sitting on a plastic crate, You pull out a cigarette from your shorts and a lighter in kind.

Right as you lit the cheap cig, you hear the door into the bar open to your right. You expect it’s your manager coming out to scold you for breaking without notice but are surprised to see someone you’ve never met. His dark eyes glance at you while exiting the establishment, his face neutral but a hint of annoyance seeing someone else out in the alley.

He leans against the wall on the opposite side of the doorframe. He fixed his gaze forward while sipping a cocktail in a clear plastic cup.

Dressed in mostly black, his silhouette was solid besides the thick sprigs of hair tied into pig tails. A tall wall of a man, but his facial features were delicate. You couldn’t really tell if that was a birth mark or make up that cut across his face. Though the lights were dim in this area, you could tell he was weirdly pretty. Just like you can tell he was now looking straight at you.

“Problem?”

He says quietly.

“None with you.” You lift your hands

“Just never seen you before ‘s all. Small scene in this city.”

He doesn’t respond. Turning his attention back to staring at the dumpster in front of the both of you.

You glance at the red slip he held between his fingers and the cup.

“Drink voucher? You’re in one of the acts tonight?”

“Yeah.”

“New band on the flier I’m assuming?”

“Mhm”

“What instrument?”

“Bass.”

Speaking to this guy was like pulling teeth, short concise answers. It was pissing you off a little bit.

“So what are you doing out here?”

You take a long drag of your cig, watching the smoke swirl as you exhale.

He didn’t reply for a moment, long enough for you to think he wasn’t gonna answer.

“Too loud,” He grumbles before taking one last gulp of his drink. “And hot.”

You chuckle.

“Not much ventilation in there.” He once again doesn’t grace you with a reply.

He began moving towards the dumpster, tossing his cup and voucher away. He undid his updo, slowly letting his mid length hair cascade over his shoulder.

You assumed he was headed back inside once he turned, jumping when he squats directly in front of you.

“Can I bum a cig off you? I promised my brother I’d stop so I don’t have any on me.”

His voice was so smooth, sweet almost, you wouldn’t believe he was a smoker if he didn’t tell you. His long hair curtains his face. He was so close you could smell the alcohol lingering on his tongue.

He’s cute, at least in the back alley lighting. You reach into your pocket and pull out the box of cigarettes.

One last smoke remained, and if you had been a little bit pettier you would have said no.

“Take it. You said a full sentence to ask so you must really need it.”

Red blooms across his pale face at your remark. He took it slowly, slightly embarrassed by his prior attitude.

You offer your light when he sticks the cigarette between his plump lips. He leans closer as you shield the flame from the wind and burn the edge of the borrowed smoke.

Despite how intimate the lack of space between you and him is, he stays still for a moment. longer than what was necessary. His eyes scanned your face, languidly though interested. You clear your throat when you feel your personal space had been invaded for long enough.

He snaps out of his trance, whispering a curt thank you before rising to his full height.

“Names Choso.” He says looking away to his left. His face was still flushed.

“(Y/N), nice to meet you.” You stand up from the crate.

“Its probably been 15 minutes. I better get back to the bar.” You drop the cigarette filter on the ground, and step on it to make sure it was out.

You stretch your arms and head inside. “I think you’re up next, hope your band is worth listening to.”

30 minutes pass while you clean glasses behind the bar. Nodding along to the music and watching people shuffle and dance with the little space they have.

It’s been a while since you’ve been to a show without being at work. Reminded of your job, you busy yourself with stacking glasses and grabbing coasters off the bar while the opening band hustles off the stage. And the next one sets.

“Alright. I know what you’re all thinking ‘who are these dumbasses?’ We just moved into this shithole you call a city.”

The crowds playful jeers make your head snap up.

“But after this set you’re gonna remember The Plasma as the band who made you black out in the pit!” The lead growled into the mic. His pink hair makes him stand out, even glow, in the dark pub. Behind him is Choso, his hair pulled back up into pony tails. His bass hangs low on his body as he looked out into the crowd, with the same vacant expression.

The music started up, climbing in volume instantly.

You watch the pink headed teen thrash on stage, riling up the crowd even more than before. You laugh when someone jumps onto stage, trying to throw punches at the lead. Choso immediately steps between the two, taking off his bass and pushing the drunk heckler off the stage to be caught by the mob under them.

You take notice when he takes off his shirt, already soaking in sweat, and slinging the instrument back across his chest. The stage lights momentarily focus on his position, enhancing the glittering affect his sweat creates on his well built body. His side profile is captures by a back light, almost picture perfect the way his stray hairs cling to his forehead. You are admittedly stunned by his stage presence. You slow your cleaning to a stop, eyes following the black haired musician play so expertly. You catch his gaze for what felt like minutes. It took some time for you register that he was looking directly at you.

Boys in bands are bad luck. Though, after the way Choso looks at you, you’re willing to gamble. You weren’t as done up as some folks were in the crowd right in front of him. Even so his eyes wander, taking in your form, unknowingly darting his tongue out to wet his top lip.

“Fuck. Is he into me?” You think. It really didn’t seem like it outside, though maybe he played aloof to get your attention. You continue to entertain his gaze as he walks about stage until the end of their set. He would, of course, take his eyes off of you for a couple key moments during their performance but always return to you.

As soon as their set finished, you beckon Choso to the bar. After they drag their equipment off stage, he slips through the crowd to the barstools. Once he’s in earshot he begins to speak. “I’m so sorry for staring at you that whole time. Did I creep you out? Fuck I probably did. I’m just more comfortable playing in front of a crowd if I see someone I know-“ He stops mid-ramble when you pass him a dry towel.

“You’re sweating all over the counter, hun.”

“Ah…thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

You look past him when the next band on the list starts warming up. Then to your right to see your coworker bored and scrolling on their phone.

He gives you back the towel after wiping his face dry. You make sure to caress his hand as you take back the towel.

“Do you want to go somewhere a little more private, Choso?”

You say outright, hoping you read the man’s emotions correctly.

He pauses, looking to your chest then back up to your eyes.

“Yeah.” He says.

Your eyes dart to the other bartender once more before you tilt your head in the direction the bathrooms.

You lead the walk to the spot, Choso follows closely behind. You take out the keys to the employee bathroom, making sure not to fumble them a catch anyones attention. Quickly slipping Yourself and Choso through the door when it creeks open.

You turn around after locking the door, face to face with the dark haired man.

His hands hover above your hips.

“Shit. Can I touch…you?”

He looms over you but his eyes plead with the same urgency as a puppy wanting a treat.

“Yes babe you can touch me wherever.” You purr.

He immediately presses you into the tiled wall, gentle yet firm. Your lips lock in kind, you eagerly accept his tongue into your mouth. Throwing your arms around his shoulders, you grind your hips into his, pulling a sigh out of his lungs. His fingers squeeze into the fat of your hips and one of his hands slide up under your thin tank top. You shiver when his string calloused fingers reach your breasts under your lacy bralette. He squeezes and kneads your tits, needly grinding his hips into you with more force.

Your hands reach up and snap off the hair bands keeping his black locks up. With one hand tangled in his hair, the other travels to his chest.

He breaks the sloppy kiss suddenly, looking into your dazed eyes.

“Hm?”

“I wanna eat you out, baby.” He whispers.

You bite your lip, to stop yourself from straight up begging.

“Get on your knees then Choso.”

He nods silently, lowering himself.

You wiggle your shorts past your hips, kicking them off to a corner. You then become self aware of the hair trail on your abdomen once he’s on his knees.

“I haven’t shaved….or trimmed in a while.”

He looks up into your eyes after your admittance.

“All the better,” he says tugging your under wear down to your knees. “I love a good bush.”

Your face turns hot and you give a playful smack to Chosos head. He laughs a little at your sudden shyness, taking the time to look at what was right in front of him.

Your pussy is slightly puffy, damp with arousal. Choso leans forward to kiss your engorged clit. He wastes no time to start licking and sucking on the sensitive nub. Using two fingers to separate the outer folds of your cunt from your clit, which was held snug between his two digits. You groan when he flicks it with his tongue, involuntarily bucking your hips. He very lightly squeezes your clit between his fingers before releasing it and rests his left hand on your plush thigh. You whimper at the loss of pressure before he rest his mouth on your mound once again.

He nurses on it for a bit longer and relieves the suction with a small pop.

His fingers soon wander further into your labia, prodding at you entrance once reached.

You’re wet, embarrassingly sopping wet. Choso flattens his tongue to taste even more of you, licking from where his fingers met your hole to your now extremely sensitive clit. A shiver traveled slowly up your body.

You sharply inhale as one prodding finger is pushed into you with little resistance.

“God, you’re dripping onto the floor.”

You moan as he goes knuckle deep with two thick fingers. He begins to lazily pump his fingers in and out, keeping his tongue flattened on the front of your cunt. He was really fucking good at this.

You notice the hand on your thigh had slipped away. Reaching into his briefs, he pulls out his hard cock. You couldn’t see much of it from this angle. Though in comparison to his large hand in must be thicker than average.

You couldn’t think straight anyways right now, his fingers picked up speed.

“Yes-yes, right there-uuhn!” You slurred your words, feeling that familiar building up of dopamine.

“Chosoooo- I’m about to cum ah! You’re gonna make me cum!”

You couldn’t believe you were about to climax in your jobs restroom with a strangers fingers in your pussy. You whimper when the fingers suddenly left you empty. They are soon replaced by something warm and wet. Looking down you see half his face covered by your pelvis. His eyes glazed over, the motherfucker was really enjoying this.

You grasp his sweat soaked hair, lightly tugging before you began riding his face as best as you could in this position. He moans deeply as you use his face, adding to your mounting pleasure.

“Oh fuck I’m coming- hhhaaaah!” You gushed in his mouth, your cunt squeezing his tongue out. No matter, he Laps up your warm essence dribbling out of your throbbing pussy.

Your hips jerk as you come down from your climax.

“Shit man.” You sigh.

Using his hair you pull his head out from between your trembling thighs.

Chosos lower face glisten with your liquids. He licked his lips slowly, looking at you with the same dazed expression.

“You taste fucking amazing (y/n).”

You stand from your semi squatting position and leaned on the wall. Before either of you could utter another word you hear a voice from the other side.

“Choso! You in there? C’mon bro we gotta leave.”

“Fuck.” Choso spit out.

“Gimme a second Yuji!”

He quickly rose, lifting up his briefs and baggy pants.

Slipping his hard cock back into his underwear in the mean while.

“Oh god you didn’t finish, you want me to-“

“No I’ll take care of that at home, coming isn’t really that important to me anyways.” He whispered.

“But maybe you can give me some material to make that happen later tonight?” He hands you a black and red card.

“It’s our bands merch line, it’s my personal phone number though.”

He jumps over to the sink and quickly washes his face and hands.

You pull up your own underwear while watching him. Scooping up your shorts to don as well. Choso quickly slips out of the room without another word.

While you quietly wash your own hands, you hear his smooth voice.

“Why were you in the employee bathroom?”

“Cleaner.”

“Whatever you say man.”

Their voices get quieter, drowned out by the rest of the pub and dampened by the door.

A/N: Yuji is def the lead singer, noritoshi would be guitar I think, Kechizu would be a drummer and Eso would probably do sound mixing for them or something like that :P

Minors (anyone under 18) and ageless blogs will be blocked. DNI

#jjk smut #choso smut #punk!choso #jjk band au #band au #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu choso #smut #nsft #choso x reader #chosos gothica: Jjk

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jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka · 4 months

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And I give you part 14! We are nearing the end of this series, just a couple of parts left. As always there’s a summary here in part 1.

Pairings: Sam Kiszka x Danny Wagner, Sam Kiszka x fem OC ***slash pairings

Warnings and tags: 18+ only!!! Adult themes including: some kissing and groping, talk of infidelity, angst and lying, smoking and drinking, slash of course, restaurant AU, third person POV Jake, Danny, and Sam

Word count: 7.4k

Kim smirked as she caught his attention even through the narrow window of the kitchen.

“You doing anything after work tonight?” He asked her with suggestive attitude dripping from his simple words.

“Depends” Kim replied as she picked up the couple of plates that were waiting under the heat lamps to be taken out to the early evening diners.

He leaned closer over the stainless steel countertops riddled with half dried sticky drops of reduction that had missed the plates during their final touch ups and cocked a brow encouraging her to say more.

“Depends on what my boyfriend is doing after work” Kim elaborated. She loved saying that word, boyfriend, even if it had been just a few weeks since Jake had made their relationship status the hot topic of the Christmas party gossip.

“Behind!” Jake called as he tried to move past Julian with a pan full of undercooked risotto in an attempt to get it back onto a burner before it cooled off. Julian didn’t hear him though, and he stepped backwards right into Jake’s path, knocking the pan from his grip on the towel around the handle and splattering the contents all over the kitchen floor. “Fuck! I said behind!”

“Sorry, my bad man wasn’t paying attention” Julian tried to genuinely apologize for his mistake but Jake immediately blew up on him.

“Yeah, well maybe if you were paying attention to what was going on in the kitchen instead of constantly flirting with the waitstaff then you wouldn’t need to be sorry” he scoffed, squatting to pick up the pan and shove it into Julian’s hands to take back to the sinks.

Julian immediately rebutted, being the first to talk back to Jake in the kitchen in a long time. “Hey, don’t get mad at me for talking to your girlfriend when she’s over here flirting too”.

“Kim can do whatever the fuck she wants, I’m not the boss of her. I am, however, the boss of you and you’re gonna get your ass back over there and remake that risotto before I get back”.

By this point some of the other cooks had already heard the altercation and came to help, starting to clean up the mess with old kitchen towels while Jake stormed off through the back door.

“The fuck is his problem recently? Been riding everyone’s ass the past week” Julian turned back towards Kim who had stood behind the window with her plates still in hand, frozen in shock by what she just witnessed.

He was right, Jake had been distant and on edge for a while now. She wasn’t sure exactly why, but she figured it had something to do with Sam leaving for those few days since his mood seemed to sour right around then. They had talked a few times about how much he missed his twin, and she’d heard from Danny when Josh left how hard he took it. Now his younger brother was leaving soon too.

She worried about what that meant for Jake still being here considering Nashville wasn’t even his hometown like it was hers. With them gone there would be nothing left to keep him here, to keep him with her.

Jake leaned against the wall outside, cursing himself for not grabbing his jacket before storming out the door. He pulled a crumpled up pack of cigarettes he’d bummed off one of the prep cooks earlier in the week out of his pocket and placed one between his lips.

Smoking hadn’t been something he wanted to do anymore since a couple of years ago when he got really sick. Recently though he’d been itching for something to help calm his incessant nerves and this seemed to be his quick fix.

Cupping his hand around the end that dangled out his mouth to shield the flame of his lighter from the wind, he lit it and took a deep inhale. Holding it in he let the burn overcome him until he couldn’t take it any longer and blew out the smoke with a shaky cough. Fuck, lungs still not what they used to be.

As he took a few smaller puffs he watched as a black car came pulling into the employee lot, parking next to his own car. He immediately recognized the owner of the newer vehicle, and from the direction of the sun beaming down from behind him he could see directly into the windshield.

He watched the two inside as Sam leaned over from the passenger's seat and gave Danny a quick, though not shy, kiss before opening his door and stepping outside.

“Smoke break brother?” Sam called out teasingly because he knew Jake didn’t smoke anymore, and if he was then that meant he was in a mood. Mood or not, Sam was never one to be afraid of poking the bear.

Jake tossed the only half smoked cigarette onto the ground and stomped it out among the pile of countless other butts from all the kitchen staff before him who had used this spot for a quick nicotine break. “Whatsit-to-ya?” He quipped back, keeping his eyes lowered as he heard Sam approaching paired with the sound of the steps of the driver behind him.

“Just wondering” Sam replied, a lot less cocky this time as he stopped just in front of the door. “Don’t have to smoke that shit though. I still have the ones you like stashed behind the bar”.

“Thanks” Jake mumbled out, suddenly feeling a little childish for being quick to be rude to him just now. It seemed like he had a bite with just about everyone recently.

“Fuck, forgot my phone in the car. I’ll see you in there?” Danny spoke up from behind Sam. Jake wasn’t sure if he’d caught the small interaction between them, but if he did he was sure to know why Jake would be acting strange and distant right now.

Sam hesitated for a moment, glancing between Jake who was still avoiding his gaze and Danny who had looked tense since pulling into the parking lot. He reminded himself of the talk he and Danny had a few days ago when he came back from LA and bit his cheek as he went ahead inside.

“Did you really forget your phone?” Jake asked once Sam was gone, looking up to see Danny standing before him with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his black slacks.

“No, just wanted to talk to you for a sec” he admit, pulling his left hand free to tuck a stray coil of hair that had fallen from his clip with the chilly wind behind his right ear.

“So, talk”. Jake’s eyes fell down to the pile of butts at his feet again, kicking a few to bunch them together so he could come back out and sweep them up later since it was clear no one else was going to.

Danny got straight to the point, knowing he didn’t have much time to get into details right now. “Sam said he wants to try and work things out”.

Jake scoffed, of course he did. Sam may be an idiot sometimes but he wasn’t stupid enough to let Danny go that easily. “Does he know?” He asked next without needing to specify about what.

“You said I shouldn’t tell him”.

I know what I said, but that was before you guys got back together. Jake sighed and pulled his bandana off his forehead to smooth back the stray pieces of hair that had been blown from his bun before he got ready to go back inside. “Yeah, no don’t tell him”.

“So we’re good right?” Danny's voice sounded stressed, like it was paining him to have this conversation right now, but he was forcing himself to anyway.

He mustered up the best smile he could, first one in days even if it was fake, and walked a few steps over to place a hand up on his broad shoulder “we’re good Danny”.

It was a simple exchange, not many words at all, but Jake knew Danny meant to imply their morning together still didn’t mean anything. If that was the truth, Jake thought, then neither of them would have to worry about it happening again.

“Did you guys figure it out?” Sam whispered over to Danny when they met back up inside, leaving Jake behind to get back to work in the kitchen.

“Figure what out?” Danny questioned, trying to sound like he had no idea what Sam meant.

“Whatever Jake is pissed about. Did you guys work it out?” Sam clarified in a tone that let Danny know he wasn’t concerned, just wanting to make sure everyone was happy.

“Oh. Yeah he’s fine. Everything’s fine”.

Jake tried not to let seeing Sam and Danny being together again bother him as he worked. Instead he focused on the energy he felt finally being back at it with both of them on shift tonight. The holidays and the new semester starting had made Sam and Danny’s schedule pretty chaotic, not to mention the few days off Sam took to go to LA.

Now things were starting to get back to normal and the kitchen was beginning to feel exhilarating again as the orders rolled through and his commands were echoed back and forth through the different stations.

Plates were flying in and out of the kitchen as the wait staff tried to keep up with the speed of service. Danny was at the forefront of it all, helping expedite plates as they came up to the window by handing them off to the correct waitresses and making the line from warmers to the tables in the dining room seamless. If a mistake was made, no one panicked, because Danny and Jake were communicating with each other from each end. Danny asking for times on orders he knew needed to be prioritized and Jake organizing the line to make sure plates weren’t getting held up at any one station for too long.

This was the busiest rush they’d had since before the holidays. In the past Jake remembered how they would struggle in the kitchen to work seamlessly to piece everything together while the dining room spiraled out of control with hungry angry guests and tired overrun staff. That wasn’t the case tonight, even the bar he’d heard was all caught up in drink orders.

“Excellent work tonight” the director snuck up from behind Jake as the orders died down and he got a chance to catch his breath. Jake hadn’t even noticed he was here tonight. The director usually preferred to come in earlier in the day to get his work done and was gone far before dinner started, but he guessed today was a rare case.

“I’ll be sure to let everyone know, it was their hard work that kept us above water. I just made sure no one lost any fingers”.

The director smiled as he threw his arm over Jake’s shoulder and pulled him away from the monitor where he was putting in the items from the destroyed log to make sure he could close inventory for the day without any discrepancies, at the top of the list forty ounces of risotto.

“Listen, have Julian close up for you tonight. You finish everything you need to do in the next hour and leave so you can come in early tomorrow. I have something I want to show you”.

Jake’s interest peaked. Though he knew he could stay to close tonight and still manage being here early tomorrow, he didn’t try to argue the matter. He just nodded his head with a solid “yes sir” and was left with a pat on his shoulder.

Even if his day had started off a little rocky, he finished it with a smile on his face and the warmth of satisfaction coursing through his veins along with the anticipation of what tomorrow had in store.

Two days ago

Sam sat across from Danny on the couch as he recounted in very animated detail his trip. He’d gotten a tour of the production company he was to work at for the summer along with the two other interns they had hand picked from graduate programs across the country.

“I also found this really nice apartment that’s not too far away. The other guys were talking about all rooming together to save on living expenses, but I told them I’d have to think about it. Figured you’d rather we have an apartment to ourselves. We might have to downgrade to just a one bedroom though, rent in LA is fucking outrageous!”

Danny was excited to hear that Sam had a good time, and by the sound of it he was ready to move as soon as possible after graduation. He couldn’t help but be a little confused though, because last he checked Sam had broken up with him before he left, and now he was talking about moving into a one bedroom together. Things weren’t adding up.

“That’s great Sam, it’s just I didn’t think you’d still want me coming with you?” He replied when Sam paused his storytelling to gauge Danny’s reaction to the apartment situation.

“What? Why?” Sam didn’t seem to follow Danny’s reservation. Sure not having the space to have their own separate rooms would be annoying at first, and he’d have to sell a lot of his furniture, but they were sleeping together in Danny’s room most nights since getting together so he didn’t expect him to really have a problem with it.

“How are we going to share a room if we’re not together anymore?”

The memory of their fight right before he left crept up on Sam as he realized where Danny was coming from. On the plane ride home he had come up with a whole speech about how he was sorry for putting Danny in a difficult position, but as soon as the plane landed and he made his way towards baggage claim all his words were lost to him.

The moment he saw Danny there waiting for him his stomach fluttered and he didn’t want to ruin the moment by bringing up the fight. He just wanted to enjoy seeing him again. Then they got home and things felt slightly awkward, but Sam couldn’t stay mad at Danny, and Danny seemed to tiptoe around Sam like he was afraid of the ball dropping at any moment.

Sam knew now was finally the time to figure out what to say to fix this, so he took a deep breath and began “I know that things have been a little bit less than ideal between us, but there’s still got to be room for us to try and smooth it out right? I did think about it while I was away, and I maybe went a little overboard. I know you and Jake are friends and I’m so glad you guys are, really. I want you to stay friends and I don’t want to get in the way of what you two have. Sometimes I just get jealous and possessive to the point it drives me a bit insane”. Everyone was well aware of his attitude quirks by this point, but somehow Sam seemed to be the last to know this about himself which made him chuckle a bit and shrug his shoulders. “I think it’s a Kiszka thing cause I know damn well Jake is a jealous asshole too”.

“So you’re saying you don’t want to break up then?” Danny’s mind was racing, this was far from what he expected when Sam got home. He had mentally prepared himself for a talk, but what he had prepared in his mind was more along the lines of trying to preserve their friendship, not their relationship.

Sam picked at his nails nervously, it was hard for him to admit that he was in the wrong, but for Danny he would take the hit. “I’m not sure I ever wanted to break up in the first place. I think I just said that to make myself feel like I had some control over the situation”.

That was hard for Danny to hear, because from his perspective Sam had all the control. Literally Sam could ask him to jump and he would respond simply with ‘how high?’ The guilt was also weighing heavily on him too. The guilt of what he’d done when Sam was gone and he was under the impression that Sam didn’t want to be with him like that anymore.

Danny swallowed that guilt down though, and shook his head to clear his thoughts. “Okay, so we’re going to give this another go then?”

“I mean, do you want to?” Sam replied, a bit of trepidation still lingering.

“Yeah,” he replied, but he was surprised by how unconvincing he’d sounded. Danny grabbed one of Sam’s hands and pulled it into his lap as he leaned in and raised his brows to try again, “I want to, if that’s what you want”.

So that’s what they decided, to stay together and try to work things out. Danny only hoped he’d hadn’t already ruined everything before he even got the second chance.

Jake arrived at the restaurant by 9am dressed in the nicest t-shirt he could find that wasn’t all cut up with a pair of jeans and his favorite leather belt. His uniform was stashed safely away in his backpack since he had no idea what the director had in store for them.

“Oh Jake, good morning!” The director seemed surprised to actually see him this early, but then again he also looked somewhat excited for whatever it was he wanted to show him as he jumped up from his seat and grabbed his keys off his desk.

“Morning sir” Jake responded, stepping aside as the director pushed past him out of the office.

“Well son, you coming?” He called back when Jake hesitated to follow him.

Jake turned around and stepped quickly to catch up as they left the restaurant and rounded the corner. “It’s a bit of a walk from here, you don’t mind do you?”

“Where exactly are we going?” Jake asked, trying to take in the street signs from each turn they made. In the handful of years he’d spent in Nashville so far he’d gotten pretty familiar with his directions, but new places and areas still mixed him up.

“Won’t make much sense till we get there, but first of all I guess you should know the rumors are true. I am retiring soon”.

“The rumor I’ve been hearing for years?” Jake chuckled light heartedly, not many people could feel comfortable cracking jokes around the director, but he never really felt that intimidated by him, mostly just open to learn from him.

He shared in the laughter, “yeah, well this time it’s true. Wife will kill me if I don’t go through with it this time. Thing is we’re moving to Costa Rica, selling just about all I have to afford retirement down there”.

“Costa Rica?” Jake raised his brows in disbelief. He’d heard of people retiring to Florida, or even Hawaii, but ever there.

“Ever been?” He asked and Jake shook his head. “God, it’s beautiful. We honeymooned there over twenty years ago. Been back about six times over the years, finally decided on our last trip two years ago that’s where we were going to end up. You know, I don’t have any kids, my brothers got plenty for the both of us, but they’re all a little delinquent. Can’t trust any of them with much let alone running a business”.

He was right, none of this was really making sense to Jake. Why was the director sharing with him of all people his retirement plans and this detailed information about his family? Then his mind started to turn faster and he realized, he’s moving away, he has no family or none that could potentially run the restaurant, and he said he was selling everything. Did that mean the restaurant was going to go under new management? He wasn’t sure how that would work, but the uncertainty of job security wasn't a comfortable thought.

“Well, here we are!”

Jake snapped out of his trailing thoughts to see they had come to a stop in front of a small abandoned shop with big windows and a large glass door facing the quiet street. “What’s this?”

“My first restaurant. Opened in 1996 and closed in 2019 for a total remodel of the kitchen but decided to keep it closed after the pandemic and it’s just been sitting here since. I have a few guys come in to clean it every few months or so, but other than that it’s just brand new appliances wasting away in there”.

Jake took a closer step, looking through the windows into the nearly empty interior, quickly finding what looked like the door to the back and the kitchen tucked away at the end of a long bar. What he’d do to get inside to take a look.

Just then, the director stepped up next to him and pulled his keys out of his pocket. He flipped through a few of them before settling on the right one, placing it inside the deadbolt on the outside of the glass door and twisting until it popped the door open.

He held the door, motioning with his free hand for Jake to enter first and closed the door behind them, latching one of the locks from the inside.

“So you’re selling this place?” Jake asked as he looked around at the few things that were left behind. There wasn’t much at all, but Jake actually preferred seeing it that way, because with an empty slate he couldn’t help but imagine what he would do with the space.

“Was thinking more of a lease to own. Depends on what the buyer can do”. He replied from where he’d stepped back, letting Jake take the lead on exploring.

Jake’s heart dropped, pulling his head out of the clouds for the moment it had drifted up there. “Oh, so you’ve already got a buyer?”

“Not exactly, but I’ve got the perfect person in mind. The only man I’ve ever met who I think could run this place like how I used to. Really make something out of it you know?”

“Can’t wait to see what they do. This place is nice” Jake replied, still letting his wide eyes wander around.

“You think so?” The director smiled fondly then started to walk towards the wall lined with tall mirrors and crystal shelves. “Want to see the kitchen now?”

Jake grinned and followed him again through the door at the end of the bar. “Now I know it’s not like the kitchen you’re used to. It’s smaller, still needs some updates, but it got the trick done for me all those years ago”.

“No, this is perfect” Jake looked around, reaching out to let his fingers trail over the stainless steel appliances. Even with the streaks left over from shotty cleaning he could still tell they were practically new, just waiting to be put to use and hopefully given love from the right person. “Smaller kitchen means you can move around faster. Have to learn to work with just the necessities, get back to the basics. Reminds me of home”. Jake grew up in a kitchen very similar to this. Far from new, but small and homey and a lot of his core memories were formed there learning to cook alongside his dad.

“This can be your new home”.

Jake stopped his exploring, turning to look at the director again with questions riddling his expression. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“Like I said, I’m selling nearly everything, restaurant included. Last night I had dinner there with my financial advisor and a potential buyer. He’s got a lot of really cool ideas in mind that I think you will really like if you want to stay there. After seeing you in action last night he asked if you were coming with the deal. He wants to promote you to kitchen manager and eventually when he expands there would be another promotion in line for you”.

Jake couldn’t help but start to feel shy. He was always more comfortable talking about the technical aspects of his abilities rather than just simply taking compliments. Now here he was hearing from his current boss that his supposed future boss was so impressed with him after one night that he basically wanted to write his future at the restaurant into a buyer's contract.

“That’s option one” he added, smirking and leaning against one of the counters.

“Option one?” Jake replied, mirroring his movement to lean against the opposite counter and crossing his arms.

“Option two,” the director smiled again, clearly he was more excited about this option, “you buy this from me and run your own place”.

Jake stood silent. Of course he wanted to open his own restaurant just like his dad, but did he really have the means to do that right now? He knew from experience running a business, let alone a restaurant took a team, one that he’d have to trust. It seemed like just about everyone he trusted was on a path to leave Nashville soon.

“I don’t want to sell this place. I’m holding onto sentimental value at this point. I’d help you get into your feet, but it’s all yours to do whatever you want with it though. I just want to see it up and running again”.

Jake looked around the kitchen once more. Option one was the safe option, he’d be doing what he already was and with more recognition and authority, but he definitely liked the sound of option two better. “I can do whatever I want?”

“We will go over the details with my financial advisor, and I suggest you take some time to think it over, talk to your family about it. But yes,” he stood up and walked back towards Jake, stopping just in front of him and holding his hand out in an offer to shake on it, “whatever you want”.

Jake bit his lip with nervous excitement, but stood anyway and shook his hand.

“So, what do you think?” Sam questioned as Danny scrolled through the virtual tour of the apartment he’d mentioned in LA. “It’s only about thirty minutes to the beach too”.

“I don’t know Sam” Danny sighed, handing Sam his phone back and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. It was too early to be going back and forth about this, especially after the long shift he’d had last night and another long one scheduled tonight right after classes.

“Well,” Sam reached across Danny to set his phone down on the small night stand, “is there something I can do to help persuade you?” In the same movement he slid his knee between Danny’s legs and pulled half his body on top of Danny’s, trying to test out the waters of their shared physical space.

They’d had very little intimacy besides sleeping next to each other since Sam came back home, except a few kisses here and there. Sam initiated

another kiss. He found it weird that he was consistently the one making the advances this time around, but he figured it was due to the comment he’d made about wanting to feel in control. Maybe Danny was just taking a step back to give him that control.

He experimented by grinding his hips into Danny’s, but his body only went stiff underneath his. “Sorry, we don’t have to…” Sam pulled back, insecurity twisting its way into his mind.

Suddenly hands gripped his hips and his body was being rolled onto his back as Danny pressed on top of him this time and reconnected their lips. Sam let out a hum of content and let his hands roam the expanse of Danny’s bare chest as he kissed him back with more force this time.

“Danny?” Sam spoke again through a quick breath break in the kiss. “If you want to…” his voice trailed off as Danny stared down at him in silent question, “to me, if you want to you know… to me, then that’s okay”.

Sam’s face flushed a delicate tint of red when Danny realized what he was offering. Without a word of response Danny leaned back in to kiss Sam again with focused intention. He hoped he could kiss away his fear, kiss away his guilt, kiss Sam until his heart felt the relief he always thought it would in this moment.

With the intensity starting to slowly return, Sam hooked his leg around Danny’s hips and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. “I think LA will be a fresh start for us. We won’t have anyone but each other for a while, but I don’t” Sam reached one of his hands down and tickled his fingers against the waistband of Danny’s pants, “I don’t need anyone else but you Daniel”.

Danny couldn’t stand it anymore, he pulled off Sam with a choked sigh and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, holding his head in his hands to shield his face for a moment while he gathered his racing thoughts.

He thought he could do this. Forget about that morning and what he’d done, and how good it felt. He’d hardly slept in a week though. Instead he’d stay up all hours of the night staring at Sam next to him and worrying. Worrying how he would repent for his sin, or when Sam would find out- because Sam always found out Danny clearly couldn’t keep a secret from him. He knew if Sam did find out before he told him then it would be so much worse, so he decided he couldn’t keep it in anymore.

“Sam,” Danny began shakily, taking a quick look back to see him sitting up now trying to figure out what was going on. “I need to tell you something. Just please promise me you won’t hate me”.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me” Sam started before Danny could get the words out. With the hesitation from him ever since he got back, and the way he’d nearly recoil away from him any time he got too close, Sam was afraid he already knew what Danny had to say.

“First of all, I thought you’d broken up with me” Danny turned back around, hoping Sam would hear him out without exploding. “I didn’t mean to… do anything. I was just really upset and went to Jake’s. We had a few drinks and-”.

“Stop” Sam demanded. Flinging the blankets off of him he reached over to retrieve his phone and then stood up from Danny’s bed. “I don’t want to hear the rest”.

Danny jumped out the bed as well and ran around to the other side, grabbing Sam’s hand to keep him there for just a moment longer. “Please Sam,” he pleaded again, “if I didn’t think it was over then I wouldn’t have gone over there. I don’t know why I even went to see him. I was just messed up, and it was fucked up for us to do that, but we’re good”. Who was he even trying to convince at this point? Sam? Or himself?

Sam pulled his hand out of Danny’s grip and avoided his gaze by looking down at the time on his phone screen, “got to get ready for class”. He grabbed the shirt and jeans he’d pulled off and dropped onto Danny’s floor last night before crawling tiredly into bed with him and made his way out the door.

Once he was in the hallway, just outside the bedroom, he paused. “Just so you’re clear this time,” he looked over his shoulder to make sure Danny was listening, his eyes betraying the strength in his voice with a red ring forming around the water line, “this is me breaking up with you”.

Sam couldn’t focus on a damn thing in class. All he could think about was how he was right every time he worried about Danny and Jake. To him it was obvious there was something there, but for some reason they were both trying to deny it.

Sam was furious, but he still understood that Danny loved him and had loved him for a long time. But unrequited love had to have an expiration date, and maybe his and Danny’s chance was long past due.

They had planned to get lunch today at their favorite cafe so Danny sat at a table by the window waiting to see if Sam would still show. When he didn’t, Danny headed back home to get ready for work. Sam wasn’t there either, but he could tell he’d been there earlier by his school bag sitting on the counter and a half empty pot of coffee.

He knew he would see him at work tonight, but that certainly wasn’t the place for the two of them to hash out their problems. He’d just have to keep it together the best he could.

Because Sam had skipped lunch, he was starving by the middle of his shift. He could go back to the kitchen to grab something really quick, but he didn’t want to see Jake. Instead he settled with the next best thing.

“Hey April, how are you tonight?” Sam slipped into a fake smile as one of the waitresses waited at the bar for drinks for her table.

“I’ll be good once I get these drinks” she exhaled as she set her tray down defeatedly. “I already messed up their order once, good thing Danny came over to help me because I was already behind”.

Sam’s smile faltered at the sound of Danny’s name, but he pushed on. “Oh, people make mistakes all the time, especially Danny” oops he let that one slip “you’re still a really good waitress”.

“Really?” April straightened up, her face brightening at the compliment coming from Sam.

“Oh yeah, I always thought so” he smiled wider, flashing his teeth and causing her to blush a little. “I bet you just need a little break. You know, I could use one too. My stomach is about to eat itself”.

She looked around, the bar was pretty slow, and all her tables already had their food thanks to the help. All she was waiting on was the drinks, but she still wasn’t sure it would be okay.

“Why don’t you go grab me something from the kitchen while I finish your order, then I’ll ask Danny to take them to your table and keep an eye out for you?” Sam added, trying to persuade her even more.

“You think he’d do that?” She asked, starting to be more convinced by the second.

“Hell yeah he will, he owes me one”. He owes me a lot actually.

“Well, alright then. Is there anything specific you want?”

“Literally anything! Like I said, I’m about to die of starvation over here”.

April giggled and left her tray with him at the bar as she went to gather whatever scraps she could find for him in the kitchen. With his plan accomplished Sam turned to get the drinks made quickly.

“What exactly has gotten into you?” Savanna asked, having seen the whole interaction between him and April just now.

“Whatever do you mean?” He replied with faux-innocence. He set one of the finished drinks onto the tray and started on the next, cursing to himself as he spilled grenadine all over the counter. His hands were shaking.

“You just played your charm on her, and you’ve been mixing shit drinks all night. I had to remake one of them earlier. Why?” She watched as he continued to haphazardly mix the sugary cocktail before sighed and pushing him aside. Grabbing the towel from her shoulder she wiped off the messes he’d made and hadn’t bothered to clean, then took out a few new glasses and started to finish the order for him. “Go, take your break, and when you come back you better have your shit back together”.

“I can’t promise you anything Savy, not tonight” he replied, letting his guard drop a little around her whom he used to be so familiar with.

She looked up from the drink she was mixing at the sound of the nickname he used to call her, surprised to hear him say it again, her own hardened front softening a little with him. “If you need to talk about it Sammy, I'm here for you”.

“Thanks”. He felt a little relief knowing someone still cared about him, someone other than the two who had betrayed him. “Maybe later?”

She nodded her head and pushed him away, letting him run to find April and pretend like everything was alright again as he ate.

The rest of the shift thankfully went by quickly when service picked up as more guests filed inside. Sam saw April more tonight than he usually did, guess Danny was avoiding him too. Now that he started his ruse, he had to keep it up and continued to lightly flirt with her. Even if he had absolutely no intention of doing anything with her, it was at least keeping him entertained and his mind occupied.

“Alright, out with it” Savanna confronted him as they finished up their closing duties.

Sam rolled his eyes. She was always a little pushy and forward, but he was not in the right state of mind to deal with it right now.

“You’re acting like the Sam I met before I got to know you”.

His eyes narrowed as he stopped his cleaning to cross his arms and cock his head. “What Sam is that? Maybe I’d like to get to know him?”

“Fuckboy Sam, and no, you don’t” she grabbed the towel from his hands and tossed it aside. “We’re done for tonight. Want to get a drink and you tell me what the hell happened?”

“Don’t really feel like going out”. Though a drink did sound like a good idea. “Don’t want to go home either”.

“Well,” she didn’t want to be the one to suggest it, but they both knew what the other option was.

“You got anything to drink at your place?”

Are you coming home tonight?

2:34AM

Savanna saw Sam check his phone when the text from Danny came through and watched him ignore it. Even if they had been drinking on her couch for about an hour, he still hadn’t told her what his deal was.

She knew it had to be something with Danny, and she couldn’t help but feel a little thrilled that their relationship wasn’t as perfect as they’d expected it to be when Adam left her for him.

“So,” she started after taking another shot with him, chuckling as he flopped back onto the couch, “are you going home tonight?”

“I can sleep here can’t I?” He asked with a drunken giggle, grabbing one of the throw pillows and pretending to make himself comfortable.

“Not unless you tell me what happened” she bargained with him, pulling his legs up onto her lap and starting to massage one of his feet. His favorite thing for her to do. It felt good to touch him again even like this, and he sighed with satisfaction as she dug her thumb into his heel.

“Why do you want to know so badly? Want to rub it in my face?” He let out a hiss when she dug her thumb even harder into his foot, jerking his leg from her and sitting up.

“Maybe you fucking deserve it Sam, leaving me like that and not even telling me the truth!” Savanna sat up too, turning her body towards him as she raised her voice a little.

“I did tell you the truth! I’m leaving for LA and I’m leaving alone so you can at least be happy about that!” He matched her energy, the alcohol coursing through both their veins and being exhaled through their breath adding to the thick cloud of tension poisoning the air around them.

“That doesn’t make me happy Sam! I don’t want you to be alone, I never wanted you to leave me!”

“Well I’m sorry! I never wanted to leave you either!” Words were spilling from Sam faster than he could think about what he was saying, if he was even capable of thinking about them right now. Faster than he could think about what he was doing either, he was pushing himself forward, meeting Savanna in the middle of the couch and connecting their lips together in a rough kiss.

Her hands wrapped around his shoulders, fingers digging in and clawing at his shirt until he pulled away and ripped it off before diving back in. “Fuck Sammy, I want you” she breathed out against his cheek as he trailed his kisses lower, yanking the top of her shirt down. “I never stopped wanting you”.

He growled when she thread her fingers through his hair next, tugging tightly as he kissed along the top of her breasts. “Stay here with me tonight.” She pleaded, pulling him by his hair back up into another kiss, “in my bed, stay with me in my bed?” The last part was more like a question, a question he answered by standing up and pulling her along with him. He kissed her again and wrapped his hands around her thighs to hoist her up. She crossed her legs around his hips and he carried her down the hallway and to the right into where he knew her bedroom would be.

After tossing her onto the bed, she smiled up at him and he watched as she stripped off her shirt and reached around to unhook her bra.

His eyes grew wide and she made a point to slowly drop the straps then held her breasts together with one arm while the other threw her bra at him. “Did you miss this Sammy?” She asked, spreading her legs and beckoning him to join her, “tell me you missed it”.

Sam crawled onto the bed, slotting his hips between hers and attacking her lips again. His hands, still shaking, reached up to grope her chest and she moaned into his mouth.

She felt good, she felt familiar, the problem was that it was too soon, too fast. That had been part of his problem being with Danny, it was everything happening one after another and now here he was again making the exact same mistake.

“Wait,” Sam pulled away but Savanna only reached for him again, pulling him back to her.

“I can’t!” Sam cried out, pulling away again, this time really getting her attention. “I can’t, I’m too messed up right now to do this”.

“Then why did you come here?” She grabbed a pillow from behind her and hugged it in front of her chest like a shield, waiting for his response.

“I don’t know” he sighed, sitting back as his head started to spin.

“Bullshit. Tell me what happened. Tell me why you came here!” She started yelling again, making his head start to pound.

“To get back at him!” Sam broke and yelled back. “To get back at him for sleeping with Jake while I was gone”. Even if that was the truth, he didn’t expect to actually still feel some way about her like he was. He didn’t want to hurt her again even if he was hurting.

Savanna stared at Sam in utter disbelief. She felt stupid for thinking for a moment that Sam actually still cared about her, instead he was just using her. “Get out! Get the fuck out and don’t ever fucking come back or I swear to God…”

Sam didn’t need to hear the rest of her threat, he got the gist and quickly left her room, stopping only to collect his shirt and shoes from the floor in front of the couch before making his way out of her apartment.

When the cold night air hit him, sobering him just a bit, he realized just how badly he had screwed things up. As frozen tears started to sting the corners of his eyes he pulled his phone out of his pocket as he walked down the street trying to find somewhere to stay warm for a while and sent a text.

Can you come get me? I fucked up.

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