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apocalypse-shuffle · 1 year

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MOTHER’S MILK | MARVIN•T (the boys)

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“For Forgetting” (Mother’s Milk x Fem!Reader)

| You’ve been separated for months and yet he still comes back to you.

| SFW, getting back together, -stripper!reader

| 1k+ words

While walking to the pole after you’re introduced you let your eyes rome over the crowd. Thursday crowds were always a mixed bag, but tonight the turnout was scarce. Good news for the lazy and disgruntled part of you, but not amazing for your pocket. If this was your regular shift you’d be sucking your teeth right now, but as it was you were working over-time, and any cash you made today would be extra.

You reach the pole and swing around it simply. You said you were feeling lazy today, and you kind of meant it. You swing your body again and then jump up on the pole. The routine you pull out is simple enough that you can actively watch the crowd for most of it while still keeping their attention.

In spite of your reservations about today specifically, you really did enjoy being up on the stage and getting to show off your body to men with big mouths who let you know when you were pleasing them.

It was fun knowing they were breaking their necks for you without even getting to touch a single inch of your melanated skin.

- - -

It’s around your fourth set that things begin to switch up. A man in a hoodie walks in, easy gait, seems to have a simple enough interaction with the barkeep when he orders a drink, and flags down a floor manager right after taking a seat at the back corner.

He’s managed to catch your attention mostly because he’s a harsh shift from the shifty eyed white business men that are scared their wives will somehow pop out of the floorboards at any second. But how long he spent by the door was also a pretty good eye catcher, the man walked in and out of that shit three times before finally coming all the way in, though he was otherwise cool after that.

You do an upside down move on the pole, arms shaking with the exertion as your breath huffs past your lips, but delighting somewhat at the pinpricks of new dollars raining down on your skin as you go spreadeagle. He’s talking to the manager, Thomás, for a while before you see the man glance up at you. It’s not until the other follows Thomás’s gaze that you make out he’s black himself.

Hmm.

The back of your mind sizzles with the prospect of getting called in for a private session as Thomás inevitably starts pointing out the other free dancers but the man continues looking at you.

Maybe tonight wouldn’t be so slow after all.

You incrementally make your way down the pole, doing a Cupid and then bending yourself into a cross leg release until you can get your hands on the ground and slip yourself into the cool down part of your routine.

The floor routine you finish with is simple and met with even more pinpricks as you get more intimate with the customers. Regardless of how fleeting the intimacy.

There’s claps as the DJ announces your set is up and introduces the next dancer but you barely pay attention to any of it as you gather your gains and track Thomás as he follows you backstage.

Seems the odds of you being mystery guys’ pick were pretty high.

You were living it up as Thomás talked to you and as you were led to a private room up until you really weren’t.

Oh, absolutely not.

“Marvin?”

He takes his hood down and the look on his face is too reminiscent of a kicked puppy for the emotions clambering for attention to get any concrete hold of you.

“Yeah.” He waves. “Hey, Y/n.”

“I thought you didn’t want to see me any more,” you raise your eyebrow at him as your lips purse.

“It’s healthy to switch things up.”

“Don’t patronize me, Marvin. Why’d you ask for me?”

He shrugs.

“Just to check in.”

You squint at him before scoffing.

“Last time you spoke to me you said we had to stop seeing each other. I’m pretty sure ‘check-ins' count as seeing each other.”

“You know it wasn’t safe.”

“Oh and it’s safe now?” You wave your hands around. “You not still running around on your Supe Scavenger Hunt?”

“Not no more. I’m tryna turn over a new leaf in my life. Supe free.”

You squint at him.

“And this has to do with me, how..?”

“I missed you.”

You stare at him. He missed you. A sigh leaves your mouth. Of course the motherfucker would break your heart and then pull this shit less than two months later.

Marvin drops his head into his hands and then peaks up at you from between his fingers.

“What’s that look for? What’s going on in your head right now?”

You shake your head, “A lot of shit, Marvin.”

The upturn of his lips is jagged. “Tell me something, then.”

“Why now,” a frown pulls at your face. “Why me? You got a perfectly good nuclear family waiting for you. If you’re fixing things, why not go back to them?”

“Why do you always have to be like this?”

You shrug before making a gesture for him to get on with it. He rises up and leans back into the seat to meet your eyes fully.

“I’m not going back because we’re done, Y/n. Monique ended things with me and after everything I’m lucky she even let me back into Janine’s life.”

His hands clasp together in a way that looks painful as his sigh shutters out of him.

“I’m not trying to get back with my ex wife. She’ll always take up a place in my heart but that doesn’t mean there isn’t room for you.”

As you’re looking at him there’s a part of you kicking and screaming to snatch up this chance that you’ve been entertaining for weeks, but actually having that chance go from fantasy to reality has you rethinking your eagerness.

“And I’m not trying to diminish that, but we just had some really good sex and that’s it-”

“You gon just down play us like that?”

“Yes,” you nod. “Exactly like that. We had a good run while it lasted and yeah okay maybe it wasn’t just great sex and being with you felt…amazing…”

You sigh, avoiding his eyes as you work through your reasoning.

You shrug weakly and force the rest of your words out, “But maybe let’s just stop while we’re ahead.”

“Y/n, baby, you make me happy! I don’t want to stop.” He watches the way you glance up at him, words lodged halfway up your throat, and reaches out to squeeze your knee. “Listen, you tell me to leave and I’m gone for good but don’t do this because of what you think I want when I’m telling you it’s you. And not just because of the sex.”

He gestures around the room at the sour look you give him.

“I might’ve bought this room but that don’t mean we have to have sex, I want our relationship to be more than that.”

Your teeth grind together. His eyes were so goddamn earnest.

“We don’t have to have sex-” you nod your head at the obvious bulge in his jeans. “-but you’re hard right now.”

Marvin shrugs, “You know how it is seeing you up there.”

The false levity and his tired smile makes crackles run through your soul. Something slow and coy pulls at your lips and your eyes go half lidded as you lean forward on the mini stage.

“No, I don’t know, maybe you could describe it to me.” You watch as those earnest eyes flicker up and down your form. “Though I imagine it has something to do with the fact that you came all the way down here instead of to my house to catch me.”

“You could call the cops on me at your house.”

“Mhm.” you point to the door. “And Raheem is outside right now, like he always is, and I think if you try something I don’t like he’d have a way faster response time than the police.”

“I’m not winning right now, am I?”

You shake your head as satisfaction shifts the upturn of your lips and your teeth flash at him before you chuckle.

“Oh yeah, I’m eating your ass up right now. Just be fucking honest.”

Marvin stops meeting your eyes as his gaze flutters around the private room and you watch him hard before sitting back. You wait him out as his eyes inevitably find something that worries him and he starts shuffling things around. Everything in ascending order by size, from wipes to massage oil.

“I’ll admit the line of thinking that brought me here wasn’t…the best.”

“You didn’t want me to tell you no.”

He shakes his head, “I didn’t want you to feel unsafe. And yeah -hell yeah- I didn’t want you to tell me no, but if I’d caught you off guard you’d have felt intruded upon-”

“And I wouldn’t have talked to you. Not this well anyway.”

You give him a small smile and he gives you a wider one back.

“See. I know you.”

The only thing you respond with is a bitten back laugh before nodding at his active hands.

“I know that when we broke it off you weren’t this bad.”

He nods at the soft note in your voice but still shrugs it off.

“It’s just hard doing all of this shit without structure.” He finds the cleansing caddy beside him to shuffle around to his satisfaction. You don’t stop him. “Last time I slowed down, before Butcher got back on his bullshit and carried me along for the ride, I had the girls. Then after everything I had you and then nothing because things got crazy again, and I don’t know what I’d do if any of you got hurt.”

You swallow hard, “Marvin-”

From where he’s stacking the wipe packets he shakes his head and intermittently meets your eyes through his movements.

“Let me finish, baby.” He waits for your nod to continue. “I want to get back with you. To make us work cause I know I didn’t hallucinate all the good times we had, and I didn’t memorize your smile from lack of practice. Please Y/n.”

He made a hard case to go against.

“Okay…one more go.”

“That’s all I need.”

The eager lines of his own smile break down the paper thin borders of your resolve even more. It takes a couple more minutes of you basking in one another’s presence in silence before Marvin’s satisfied enough to give you his full attention. Whatever crisis he feels is gonna happen temporarily averted.

When he gets closer you shiver at the feel of his arms finally back around you. You accept his kiss with a little noise he matches with his own and your hands come up to cradle his face. Yeah, you could make this work.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed! I’ve been sitting in this one, so here y’all go. Mind any typos I’ll get to them eventually.

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mlmxreader · 1 year

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After All Is Said and Done | Mother's Milk x m!reader

anonymous asked: Hey Jack! Can you please write a Marvin Milk (MM) x m!reader with the prompts “i wish you would have stayed” and "You think we would've learned from the past" like, maybe they broke up a long time ago and then Billy tracked reader down to help with the soldier boy & homelander situation and Maybe Marvin and Reader rekindles their old romance?

summary: Butcher is a cruel man for bringing you back into the team, and although you know that you hurt the man you loved, you couldn't deny it - you still have some sort of feelings for him.

tws: swearing, mentions of smoking

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Oh, Butcher was a fucking cunt and a half for pulling this stunt; you were happy, you had moved on from The Boys and you had had time to think it through, you never wanted to return. You had a good job, good friends, you didn't worry about Supes anymore, you were estranged from the man that you used to be; and Butcher went and fucked it all up.

You resented him. He had pulled you away from everything and everyone in your life, he had destroyed it and picked it apart and talked you back into his little group, and you resented him for it; you didn't want to be there, didn't want to be near him, but you couldn't bring yourself to run off. You couldn't, when you were sitting opposite a man you used to love so dearly.

Maybe if you turned back time, maybe if things had come out a different way, maybe if you didn't hurt him; maybe if you hadn't done and said what you did, then you wouldn't be looking at Marvin like it pained you. Like it was a sword in your chest. You didn't mean to hurt him, didn't mean to make him cry and to leave; but you couldn't turn back time, and you couldn't take back the way that you had hurt him.

Yet, Marvin didn't act any differently towards you; he still offered you his lap to rest your legs on, he still scratched that spot on your back that he remembered used to itch, he still made your coffee the way you liked it. He remembered what biscuits you liked and that you liked to have a cup of coffee with your morning cigarette; he remembered everything, and it pained you that he did.

The thing that hurt you most was that he even remembered that you used to love sitting down with him and watching nature documentaries, and from the second you had arrived, he always had one playing; like he was just waiting for you to sit next to him with your head on his shoulder and your arm around his waist. Your legs stretched out and using his soft skin to warm your hands when you dipped them under his shirt; it fucking killed you.

But you weren't there to rekindle a lost romance, you were there to do a job; you were Butcher's most trusted tracker, you could find a man quicker than anyone else, and he needed you. He needed you to find Soldier Boy and to keep tabs on Homelander; that's what you were there to do, hunched over your laptop all day and night.

When, at last, Butcher was around, he decided to take over watching the screen, and before you could head out, Marvin offered to go with you; you weren't strong enough to say no, to shake your head and tell him that you were just going to grab a cup of coffee and wander around for an hour to stretch your legs. So you shrugged, and you allowed him to go with you; Butcher and Frenchie's teasing comments didn't mean shit, you shrugged them off.

Marvin payed for the coffee, even when you said you would do it; something about him owing you for agreeing to rejoin the boys. You didn't pay much attention to it. Oh, but he looked so good.

That brown leather jacket, the Wu Tang Clan T-Shirt, the faded and scuffed jeans, the trainers with soft stains on the sides of the soles, the chain hanging around his neck; he smelled of coffee and freshly sawed timber, and his beard had recently been trimmed, all neat and tidy. You wanted to swoon, to let your legs go weak and break beneath you.

Just one look, and you forgot that you had ever hurt him in the first place; you couldn't resist him, you missed him more than you cared to think, you weren't strong enough to admit that you still felt for him. The dozens of apologies you had sent over the years, the hundreds of text threads, suddenly all meant nothing; you had hurt him, and even though he had accepted your apology and promised that you would always be friends, you knew there was never a chance of being together again.

Nudging you gently, Marvin raised a brow. "You're doing it again."

"What?"

"That thing where you're trying to hide that you're worried," he pointed out. How did he know you so well even after all the time away?

"I'm not worried about anything," you murmured, shaking your head.

He scoffed, daring to drape his arm across your shoulders and pull you into his side. He was so warm, his embrace so welcoming. "Please don't lie to me."

"I'm fine," you grumbled. "What's it to you, anyway? It's not like-"

"Because I'm a motherfucker with a heart," Marvin sighed. "And I do still care about you... and I wish you would have stayed."

"I couldn't," you shook your head. "I know I hurt you, Marv, but-"

"You didn't hurt me that much," he admitted. "But you didn't need to disappear... it just cut deep, our hearts were still fucking attached. Janine still asks about you, and Monique... hurt them like Hell that you left."

"I never meant to hurt them," you admitted, shaking your head.

"I know," he nodded slowly. "But it hurts."

"Yeah," you scoffed. "No kidding."

Of course it hurt. The empty feeling in your stomach, the tight knot in the middle of your throat slowly suffocating you, the gaping wound in your chest where your heart used to be; of course it hurt. But you had no right to feel pain, not when you were the one that had caused them so much more and when you were-

"But, they understood," Marvin told you quietly. "They miss you, though... so did I."

"You missed me?"

"Yeah," he nodded again, licking his lips. "I missed you... and I mean it - I still care."

You sighed, chewing at the inside of your lip, tugging at the soft and wet flesh as you started to taste the faintest prickle of copper on your tongue. "I'm so sorry I hurt you."

"It's water under the bridge," he shrugged. "You did what you had to, even if... fuck, even if I did want you to stay."

"What if I stay this time?" You asked quietly, nearly mumbling. "What if I stayed?"

"I'd be happy," he shrugged, pursing his lips for a moment, contemplating whether or not he wanted to say the things he should have before you left. To tell you one last time that he did love you, really.

Would he, though? Would he actually be happy if you decided to stay? Or would he just be waiting for you to hurt him again? Would he just be on edge, waiting for you to abandon him again?

Marvin tugged you a little closer, daring to gently run his hand up and down his arm the way that he always used to when he knew you were thinking too much. "You're doing it again."

"I just... you think we would've learned from the past."

"Nah," he chuckled. "Not much to learn from this time."

You huffed, chewing at the inside of your lip. "Marv... do you actually wanna give it a go?"

"Yeah... do you?"

"I'm not sure," you admitted, shaking your head. "Can we... can I think about it?"

"You got all the time in the world," he agreed. "I'll wait."