#They smoothed out the girls faces. Will not lie it sometimes looks like they just copied Ruby’s base four times

[uncaught-coolfish]

unpopular opinion the Maya models don’t look bad at all. But at the same time the only ones that look good to me are the ones in darker clothing, with darker skin, etc etc because YOU CANT TELL THERES NO FUCKING TEXTURING!!!!!!!!!

#rwde #also mostly talking about how the Maya models looked in v4-5 and somewhat 6 because #Wow the moment they put in that really chunky shading that looks ugly. IT LOOKED UGLY #characters like ilia looked good to me. no im not saying that cuz im her bff bestie forever friendship bracelet im genuine #adams design fucking sucked but I will not lie he looked good. and he looked fucking stellar in the short with his old design. #though again. that short had bloom lighting. and bloom lighting clutches all #they made his horns look like horns! yes we lost the mask texturing in the war but also WE GAVE HIS ASS ACTUAL HORN LOOKING HORNS!!!!! #ok enough stroking the only two characters I talk about on this account. #nora looked good! she wore bright colors yes but she also had that blacker jacket. #Ruby’s design also sucked but imo i feel it translated decently into Maya! #but then we get to v7 and you can noticeably tell stuff starts looking shitty outside of the backgrounds. #They smoothed out the girls faces. Will not lie it sometimes looks like they just copied Ruby’s base four times #and only editted the busy size or height to make the girls. The shading makes stuff look bad. The bloom lighting is gone. #Obviously I’m not wanting to blame the animators or modelers as they are for sure overworked to make this. #And as A 3D animator and modeler myself I do genuinely hope these people can be treated well. #But sadly just…. the models after v7 ain’t it for me

[bonewreath]

in which ellie shows you exactly who you belong to.

18+ minors dni!

You and Ellie aren’t together. 

You’re not a couple. You’d both agreed to keep things casual. You’re just roommates who mess around sometimes; simple as that. 

So why do you feel so guilty for going on a date with someone else?

You’re dressed and ready, adding the final touches to your makeup in the mirror, and you should be feeling excited - your date is a total dreamboat. Perfect on paper and so, so hot. But instead of that giddy, fluttery feeling in your stomach, all you feel is guilt. 

You and Ellie aren’t together, you keep reminding yourself. You repeat it like a mantra in your head. There’s nothing wrong with going on a date, right? Because you’re single… Right?

On your way out, you run into Ellie, because of course you do. She’s sprawled out on the couch, head propped on a pillow, playing her Switch with a determined look on her face. Your stomach clenches when you see her. She looks up when she hears you walk to the front door, her eyes following you as you slip into your shoes. 

“You look nice,” Ellie says from the couch. You look over and see that she’s paused her game; she’s sitting up and drinking in the sight of you, eyes lingering over your frame. You pretend not to notice. 

“Thank you, Ellie.” You grin and look down at your outfit, palms smoothing over the fabric of your skirt. You do look nice. 

“Where are you going?” 

Your cheeks go hot at the question, and your first instinct is to lie - to tell Ellie that you’re going to see a friend. Just catching up with someone from college over dinner. But it’d be stupid to lie - you’re single. You’re allowed to go out.

“I’m, um, going on a date.”

You don’t look at her when you say it - you know you’d feel guilty, even if the two of you are just friends with benefits. Or… Roommates with benefits?

“Oh,” Ellie says, as you busy yourself picking off nonexistent lint from your shirt. Anything to avoid her gaze. “Okay. Have fun, then.”

There’s no bitterness in her voice, which you had expected. You glance at her face, and she’s back to that determined expression, focused on her Switch again. 

You clear your throat. “Thanks. I’ll, um… See you later.” 

Naturally, you spend the entire date thinking about Ellie. Her eyes, green and dotted with flecks of brown. Her hair, which falls in her face just right. Her mouth, and the way it feels against the supple flesh of your throat, Ellie’s lips soft and wet as she trails kisses down your neck. 

And her hands - her strong hands. You can almost feel them on your hips, on your chest, between your legs. 

God, this date was a mistake.  

Still, you have the common decency to see it through. You pretend to be interested in your date’s job, their hobbies, their five year plan. They drone on for hours, only asking you a few pointed questions about yourself, and when the dinner’s finally over and they’ve signed the check, you’re itching to leave.

Not long after you’ve made it back home, you’re face-down on Ellie’s bed, moaning into the mattress as her tongue circles your clit. 

She’d asked you about your date between heated kisses, her lips flushed and swollen. You hadn’t given her much details aside from it was boring and I just wanted to come home and do this. That seemed to give Ellie some sort of complex, because now, as she pumps her fingers into your cunt with one hand and lands a stinging smack on your ass with the other, she pulls back from mouthing at your clit to rasp, “That’s it, moan for me.” 

And she’s always been talkative in bed, all slurred curses and dirty comments, but there’s something different this time. You arch your back deeper, giving her more access to pound her fingers into you, and she groans in approval. 

“Good fucking girl,” she breathes, using her free hand to dig her blunt nails into the flesh of your ass. She gives it another spank for good measure. “Wanna tell me whose pussy this is?”

There it is - something she’s never said before. You can feel yourself getting wetter, tightening around her fingers as your hips involuntarily push backwards against her palm. You forget to respond entirely, every thought in your head smooth and shapeless, disappearing as quickly as it came. But Ellie won’t let you off so easily. 

“Flip over,” she orders, the rasp in her voice sending a thrill up your spine. You obey wordlessly, and when you’re on your back, you see it: a possessive glint in her gaze, a sharp edge to her expression. You gush impossibly wetter, cunt clenching around nothing - the absence of Ellie’s fingers makes you want to sob. 

“Ellie,” you whisper, brows knitting together. Her gaze softens. “Please make me come.”

A smile tugs at her lips and she nods, her palm rubbing over your stomach in soothing circles. 

“I will, princess,” she assures you, “but I need you to tell me who you belong to. Think you might’ve forgotten.”

Guilt twists in your gut. “You, Ellie.” 

“What about me?”

There’s a challenge in the teasing lilt of her voice. You swallow. “I… Belong to you.”

“Mm, that’s right.” Ellie’s hands travel upward from your abdomen to your chest, closing around each of your tits. You suck in a shaky breath when her thumbs stroke over your pert nipples, making them draw even more taut. “These are mine?”

“Yours,” you gasp, chest rising and falling quickly. Ellie’s bangs fall in her eyes as she leans over to suck a nipple into her mouth, tongue swirling over the bud until you go cross-eyed, hips canting upward. She repeats the same torture with your other breast, leaving both of your nipples swollen and sensitive. 

“What about this?” Ellie asks when she pulls back, her hand moving to the heat between your legs. You whine, a desperate, pathetic little sound that makes Ellie want to eat you whole. 

“Yours, Ellie, it’s yours,” you say, voice betraying how needy you are. She dips a finger into your wetness, your folds silky with arousal, and you almost miss the way her eyes flicker back into her skull for a moment. She’s enjoying this just as much as you are. 

“This is mine?” She drags her fingers up to your clit, drawing torturously wide circles around it - close, but not close enough. You could start crying right there. You nod, frantic.

Ellie clicks her tongue, tuts in disapproval. “No, baby, I need to hear you say it. Whose pussy is this?”

And it’s not so hard to admit - Ellie’s had you under her spell long before you went on that stupid date tonight. You realize it now, cheeks warming at the obscene sounds of Ellie’s fingers playing in your cunt, unable to look her in the eye without squirming. 

“My pussy’s yours,” you pant, “s’all yours. Nobody fucks me like you, Els.” 

You’re pushing your hips towards her touch, your tits in your own hands now, pulling at your nipples like it’ll relieve the growing need in your belly. Ellie eyes you with half-lidded eyes, lust heavy in her gaze, and it’s like you can see the remnants of her resolve break. She sinks between your legs and finally, finally laps at your desperate cunt, drinking in the taste of you as you whine and writhe above her. 

When you come, it’s with Ellie’s name on your lips. And you know it’s true - you’re entirely hers.

#a lil blurb for yall on this fine friday #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams fanfic #ellie tlou2 #ellie williams #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie fic #ellie smut #ellie x reader #ellie x reader smut #my writing #possessive!ellie #kira writes

[cupid-styles]

Oh fuck tattoorry piercing his girl’s nipples would be so hot specially with how much she loves humiliation that entire interaction would be so sexually charged

this took me FOREVER but I hope you enjoy!!!!

part of the tattoorry/plugrry world

word count: 3k

content warnings: piercings (mentions of needles), spicy but no smut

masterlist | talk to me

. . .

"Wait, you're being serious?"

Harry huffs out a laugh, sticking his chopsticks in the to-go container of veggie lo mein. "Of course I'm being serious. Why would I lie about that, dovie?"

His response, though not meant to make her feel bad, makes her shrug, a warm blush blooming over the expanse of her cheeks. She stuffs another bite of dumpling in her mouth, chewing it thoughtfully to save her from further embarrassment in front of her boyfriend. 

"Don't feel bad," he murmurs, his large palm finding the space between her shoulders, rubbing her sweatshirt-clad skin comfortingly. Her eyes stay glued to the television in front of them, where they're watching the newest episode of Ru-Paul's Drag Race per Y/N's request. (She's never watched it before and Jo, the receptionist at St. Mark's Social, told her she had to. Y/N's been steadily binging it for weeks. Harry pretends like he doesn't love it, but he's secretly just as invested.)

"Dove, look at me," he sighs, placing his food on the coffee table. She does, positioning herself to face him and flittering her eyes up to his face. He looks tired, but they both are. It's been a long week of work and school — however, Y/N was able to get an interview for the bookstore on campus, which ended up causing her a lot of stress and anxiety. It ultimately went well and they said they'd be getting back to her soon. Even if it wasn't the bookstore she wanted to work at, it was still a source of income that would hopefully replenish some of her savings and help her pay rent and bills. 

"I shouldn't have laughed, I'm sorry I did that," he says softly, "It's just a given to me, because of my work. Nipple piercings aren't otherworldly, like they probably are for you."

She shouldn't be nitpicking, but somehow that hurts just as badly. Sometimes, she feels like a child around Harry. It's as if he's lived a thousand lives in the adult world and she's just recently gotten to have a smidgen of those experiences. 

"It's not otherworldly," she says the word like it's an insult, and Harry has to press his lips into a line so he doesn't laugh, "I just didn't know people got them."

Clearing his throat, he forces himself to put on his professional piercer-and-tattooer face, "Yeah. It's something that anyone can get and I've done a fair amount of them. Semi-painful in the moment with a long healing time. They can look good on the right person, though."

That causes her eyebrows to nearly shoot up to her forehead. 

"What do you mean, the right person?"

"You're just a nosy little thing tonight, aren't you?" Harry fires back with a smirk. She goes to cower with deflated shoulders but he instantly makes a tsk-ing noise with his mouth, grabbing her hands to keep her close, "I just mean, like any piercing, it doesn't always look right on the person. Sometimes people get nose or eyebrow piercings and it's like, oh, that's fine. But sometimes it's as if their anatomy looks complete with the piercing — almost like it's meant to be there, if that makes sense."

It doesn't, but it only continues to pique her curiosity even more. 

"What about me?" 

"What about you?" Harry chuckles, using a hand to smooth her hair down. 

"What piercings would look good on me?"

He smirks at her little game. She plays this sometimes, and he assumes it only comes from a place of true wonder. When they talked about the drugs he's done before, she asked which ones he think she'd like. (None, except maybe for weed, but she has to get her anxiety under control before she tries it.) They went over different styles of tattoos when Y/N was interested in his work, especially when he explained that his are just a hodgepodge of designs, some with meaning, some without. (He said she can get whatever she wants if she decides on something one day, but he's particularly partial to a little "H" on her bum.) And now, she wants to know what piercings would fit her. 

"You can get whatever you'd like, dovie," he replies, "Just as long as I'm the one doing it."

She rolls her eyes and leans her shoulder against the plush of the couch cushion. "Yeah, but you're the professional, Harry! You know what would look best on me."

"Anything would, you're gorgeous."

"That's a cop-out answer and you know it!"

Harry laughs loudly and places his hands atop her shoulders, "Okay, okay. Let me think, dovie. I need to assess my client."

"Oh, you're being a professional now?"

"Shhhh!" he exclaims, and it only makes her laugh harder. He's already gone to that focused place, though, with wandering but fixated eyes and that small crinkle between his eyebrows. She feels bashful beneath his gaze, blinking her eyes as he analyzes her facial features. She's watched him work before, but for some reason, this in particular reminds her of the first time they met, when she sat in on him tattooing Mai. She remembers the way her stomach warmed and her core throbbed at his attuned facial expression, similar to how it is now.

"Okay," he murmurs. Slowly, he reaches up to gently tap at the side of her nose. "I think you'd look very pretty with a small nose piercing."

"Really?"

He nods. "Yes, but you're beautiful with or without, so it doesn't matter. Plus, I can't have my girlfriend looking cooler than me."

She's not surprised at the way he instantly returns to his teasing self, even if it's not exactly the answer she was fishing for. She watches as he leans forward to grab his carton of noodles. With her tongue peeking out to moisten her lips, she attempts to grab his attention again.

"What about...?" she glances down at her chest. Harry looks at her with a quirked eyebrow. Her form is currently swallowed up in a sweatshirt that's a few sizes too large, so she realizes she's not being entirely specific about what she's asking. "Like...?"

"Huh?"

She sighs frustratedly, "My boobs!"

"Oh," Harry's eyes widen, flickering down to her covered breasts, "You wanna know if you'd look good with nipple piercings?"

She nods, nibbling on her bottom lip. She watches at the cogs turn in his brain, his gaze meeting hers a moment later. 

"Need to see 'em." he says decidedly. 

She huffs out a chuckle as he helps her peel her sweatshirt off, leaving her in a comfortable bralette. It's pale pink and sheer, but with Harry's hands splayed across her ribs, he still pulls the fabric down. In an instant, her nipples are stiff and peaked from the cold air, and she's attempting not to feel sheepish underneath his intense eyes as they flicker between her breasts. 

"I don't know why I'm even contemplating it," he says, though it's mainly to himself, "Of course you'd look hot with them. You're you."

He looks up at her with a goofy grin before pressing a kiss between them. She blushes.

"You think so?" she asks as her hand finds the back of his neck. He nods, eyes flickering closed when her fingertips play with the shorter, curly tendrils. 

"Of course."

"Would you do it, then?"

Harry's eyes shoot open. "Wait, what? I thought we were just... talking, I didn't think you were being serious."

Y/N shrugs, "I dunno, I kind of like the idea of it."

"Dovie... you only have your ears pierced," he mumbles, sitting up and reaching to gently touch her ear lobes, "If this is something you'd seriously want, I'd want you to think about it for at least, maybe, a few days, not just 10 minutes."

"I've never done anything impulsive, though," Y/N says through a whine. He understands it, and his face crinkles some at her request. "You've gotten tattoos while you were drunk! O-or given stupid ones to yourself!"

"I know, baby," Harry coos, "But those were stupid decisions and I don't want you to make the same ones. You're so much better than that."

She sighs dejectedly. He presses a kiss to each of her cheeks, then to her nose. 

"I get it, dove, really. And by all means, I'd rather you get an impulsive piercing than a tattoo. But the healing time is really long, and it is painful. I just don't want you to regret it or... or get mad at me, either."

Y/N's heart softens a bit, nodding her head as she worries her bottom lip between her teeth. "No, I understand." 

"If you still want them in a few weeks or months, I'm more than happy to be the one to do it," he says softly, reaching down to give her hand a small squeeze. She perks up a little at that, and he smiles. "Just give it some more thought, okay?"

. . .

Harry really, truly thought Y/N would never mention the whole nipple piercing thing again.

It turns out, his girl is way more stubborn than he could have ever anticipated, because it's been four weeks since then and she still wants them. 

In fact, she's currently sitting in his little work zone, where he tattoos and pierces other clients. Not his girlfriend.

"Are you sure?" he asks for the thousandth time. In the time since she first brought it up, she's done tons of research, including asking Harry just short of a million questions. He appreciated her enthusiasm towards education, but talking about nipple piercings as soon as he finished up work wasn't always ideal. Still, though, he made sure to entertain anything she had to ask, even catching her looking up different jewelry styles and what it looked like on different people. 

And, as soon as Jo accidentally overheard Y/N talking to him about it, of course she offered to show her own. Harry wanted to bang his head into a wall as he listened to them excitedly chatter in the corner, right after one of his employees bared her entire chest to his girlfriend. It had to be some type of workplace violation, only Harry served as the closest thing to Human Resources at the shop — and, considering they sold weed on the side, he didn't think he had much of a case against Jo.

It just so happened that Y/N got out of classes early on Wednesday and Harry hung around the shop those days, making deals and doing boring business administration things. When she asked if she could come by to get her piercings done, he reluctantly said yes. 

It wasn't that he didn't absolutely love the idea of it — he did, actually, and his mouth nearly watered at the imagery it created in his brain. What he did hate was the thought of causing his girl any kind of pain. He was still in the camp of being fearful that she'd get angry at him if she didn't end up liking it. But her excitement towards it never wavered, and he would never be one to tell her no.

"Yes, I'm sure," Y/N replies, wringing her hands together in her lap. "I'm nervous, though."

"That's normal, dovie. Just try your best to relax, it's only me."

She nods as he shuts the door to give them some privacy. He never does that with clients, but he wants to make sure he's making it as comfortable as a process as possible — and, maybe he's keen on ensuring no one else gets a peek. 

He busies himself with sanitizing his tools, washing his hands, and eventually pulling a pair of latex gloves on. He wishes he could make it a more fun experience for her, but the whole thing is quite medical.

"You already picked your jewelry out, right?" he asks lowly. She nods her head as she watches on. 

"Mhm. I sent you a picture of it last week."

"Right, these simple pink barbels, hm?" 

The piercing jewelry she'd chosen were pretty spot on to Y/N's aesthetic of being uncomplicated and feminine. When he saw what she picked, he immediately told her that it would fit her perfectly. 

"Alright, I'm gonna clean them and then we can get started. Still feeling good?"

She nods again. 

"You gonna tell me if you're gonna pass out again, baby?"

She scowls, remembering back to fainting from her first ear piercing. The sour, twisted frown on her face makes him laugh. 

"That's still so embarrassing." she mumbles. On the newly cleaned workspace, Harry shakes his head, placing the sanitized jewelry and piercing supples down on it. 

"Not embarrassing. Cute, actually," he corrects, peeling his gloves off. "Okay. I'm gonna help position you, is that okay?"

"Do you do that for every client?"

He narrows his eyes at her playfully, "No, you jealous little fiend."

She pulls her sweater off, revealing a pale blue baby tee. He swallows as she lays back on the extended table, taking a deep breath to surely calm her nerves. He gently squeezes her wrist, hovering over her form as she gets comfortable. When she shoots him a small nod, he smiles, flipping her shirt up. 

"Okay, baby," he says, smoothing his hand over her stomach, "I'm sure you read this in your... insane amount of research—"

"Not insane."

He nods curtly, "Right, not insane," he quickly corrects. "Anyway, your nipples have to be hard for this. It helps with the placement."

She issues another silent nod his way but doesn't move to do anything. With a small smile, he gently cups her breast. 

"Do you want me to?" he asks, his tone dropping lowly. She's not quite sure what he's even asking to do, but she still provides an affirmative answer. It's not a second more before he's latched his lips around her nipple, her eyes fluttering back from the sucking sensation. It's messy, the way he alternates between each one so they're swollen with his spit, and her fingers find his long curls, tugging at them gently to press him closer to her chest. 

It feels like he's gone far too quickly, plushy, wet lips pressing a quick kiss to the valley between her breasts as he examines his work. Her mouth parts as she watches him bite his lip. 

"You're good," he pants out, though he takes a moment to adjust the growing bulge in his pants, "Need to... put gloves back on."

They're both a bit lust-driven now, but Harry's quick to meld back into his professional persona after snapping a clean pair of gloves on his hands. Y/N swallows as he analyzes her, feeling squeamish beneath his eyes. Wordlessly, he grabs a marker and places two dots on either of her nipples. 

"That's just for the placement," he explains, grabbing a mirror so she can look at where the jewelry would sit, "What do you think?"

Truthfully, they could have been completely wonky and Y/N wouldn't have noticed, let alone say anything. She trusts Harry implicitly, even if she still feels a bit hazy from the welcomed assault on her stiffened breasts.

"Good." she says with a nod, glancing up at him, "Looks good."

"Alright, baby," he replies. He turns to get the clean piercing needle from his rolling tray. "I'm gonna count down from three. I want you to close your eyes and inhale on three, then exhale on one. We'll take a short break after the first one, and then I'll do the second. Does that sound okay?"

"Mhm," she mumbles, nervously biting her lip. "Just do it, please. 'm gonna lose my nerve."

He chuckles and nods, instructing her to keep her eyes closed as he situates himself over her. 

"Okay. Three— there you go, dovie, big, deep breath— two, one."

She immediately winces from the sharp bite of pain, a noisy gasp falling from her lips. Harry silently cringes to himself — not because the piercing isn't perfect, but because he absolutely hates knowing he's the reason why she's in pain right now. 

"Keep your eyes closed, baby," he murmurs as he fits the jewelry through the first piercing, "Good girl. You're doing so good for me, hm? My strong baby."

She swallows harshly, hands balled into fists at her side. It's painful, that much is true, and she's beyond grateful when he finally finishes screwing the jewelry into place. She lets out a shaky breath and Harry coos, taking one of his gloves off to thumb her tears away. 

"Was that okay, dovie?" he asks worriedly, "We can always save the second for another day."

Y/N quickly shakes her head, "No, no. Just do the other one now, otherwise I'll never have you do it."

Harry repeats the process on the other side. The pain is just as bad, tears continuing to cloud Y/N's vision and roll down her cheeks despite her keeping her eyes squeezed close. He shushes her softly throughout it, his heart tugging. Once he's finished, he's quick to wash his hands, listening to her quiet sniffles. 

"I know baby, I know," he mumbles. He crosses the room as soon as he's done, sitting down next to her and brushing her hair back, "You did so good, you know that? 's all done, dovie, you're done."

She sniffs, batting her wet eyelashes up at him. "'s done?"

"Yeah, sweetheart." he says with a small, crooked smile. "You were so good. Took it like a champ."

"I didn't, I cried the whole time."

He chuckles and leans down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Do you wanna see them?"

She nods, nibbling on her bottom lip as he stands to grab the handheld mirror. He helps her slowly sit up, hinging at the waist. He holds it up to her chest, both pairs of their eyes staring at her swollen breasts. His eyes flitter to her face to gauge her expression, scared that she hates them. 

"Wait," she mutters, cocking her head to the side, "Wait... they're kind of hot."

Relief floods Harry's system and he smirks. "You think so?" 

"Yeah," she nods, sitting up on her knees, "I know they're kinda puffy right now but... I think I like them. A lot."

Harry swallows harshly, dropping the mirror on his chair. Suddenly, he's surging towards her and taking her cheeks between his large palms, smushing their lips together like his life depends on it. It takes her entirely by surprise, and it's hurried and hot and desperate, so much so that she's panting into his mouth and gripping at his black tee-shirt. 

When he finally breaks their kiss, strings of spit still connecting their mouths, he keeps his forehead pressed against hers. Again, he glances down to get another look at her chest. 

"I love you so fucking much," are the only words he can utter out before he's pulling her jeans down to bury his head between her legs. 

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[peachesofteal]

That nurse au? Devoured it and it lives in my brain rent free. If Simon and Johnny notice the bruises on Nurse do they share looks? Maybe Johnny tries to gently ask about them? I loved this so much.

Anon is referencing this. The way nurse x ghoap has spread through my brain like a flesh eating bacteria is insane. And I can't actually answer this ask because I'm writing it as a fic but I'm happy to give you a little possible snippet/glimpse/ramble down below:

The tablet in your hand chimes, drawing your attention away from the vending machine and to it's far-too-bright-for-this-ungodly-hour screen, to where it displays a status change in red.

268: 38.5 degrees.

Fuck. You abandon your sub par dinner options for nearly sprinting to the room, slowing to a walk to take long, deep breaths before your knuckles are rapping on the glass. Get control of yourself. Simon is too perceptive. He will panic. It could be nothing.

You don't even bother acknowledging your thought process there, the truth that is starting to bleed from your heart, through your body like a disease. The reason why you check on them so often, the reason why you can't stop thinking about them, even when you're off shift. The reason why, when you go home in the morning to go to bed, you drift off thinking about Johnny's sleepy smile, or Simon's voice, humming in your ears.

"Hi." You whisper when you slip inside. He straightens a bit in the armchair, but you're happy to see he's using it as a recliner now, progress from last week when he wouldn't even let himself lean backwards, or fall asleep willingly.

His brow furrows above the black mask.

"Hey, everything alright?" Shit. You're not surprised, you were just in here, after all. Spending too much time sitting in the chair opposite him, next to Johnny, on your break before your patient fell asleep.

"Yeah, I ah... have to draw some blood." You really do not want to wake him up, or alarm Simon, but you also refuse to lie to either of them. You fire off a text to the attending on call, just to advise him of Johnny's temperature and the impending labs that he can expect, before sliding a drawer open as softly as possible and pulling out everything you'll need. You can feel his gaze burning a hole in your scrubs, his ever present scrutiny impossible to escape. Sometimes you think he might be reading your fucking mind.

"He just fell asleep." He protests, and you think, you imagine, that he's frowning behind the mask. You think you almost know what it looks like, strong mouth pulled downwards in consternation, wide jaw gnashed tight.

"I know, but he's running just a bit of a fever." He jolts, and you hold up a hand in caution. "It's not too high, so I'm not super worried, but we'll need to check his white cell count, just in case okay? And then we'll go from there."

"Post op fever is common." He repeats the words you told him last week, after Johnny's second surgery, the one where they went in for the pneumothorax complication, and you nod to reassure him.

"Right. So, just going to do a quick blood draw and get it downstairs so we can find out what's going on." Simon shifts uncomfortably, but nods. You squeeze Johnny's shoulder softly, before swabbing the spot on the inside of his elbow.

He blinks, eyes opening slowly, confused brow smoothing when he looks from his partner, over to you.

"There's our girl." He mumbles softly, and your face heats, eyes widening in surprise before you regulate your reaction. Simon coughs, loudly, and you shake your head with a nervous smile.

"Such a flirt, MacTavish." You tie him fast, fingers a little more clumsy than usual, off balance from hearing him say 'our girl', like you mean something to them. "I just need to get some blood and then I'll leave you in peace." He shrugs, but Simon grabs for his hand and squeezes it.

"Ah come on, Si." He slurs, but reaches to cup Simon's cheek over the mask, rubbing a thumb over the fabric.

"You're runnin’ a fever, Johnny."

"Ach. 's nothing." He brushes it off, but you watch how his eyes are slow to track Simon's movements. You casually glance at the monitor, noting his blood pressure.

"Could be." You assure him. "But can't be too sure, so we're going to check a few labs, alright?" He nods, sleepy, already falling back under, and you pull the needle, taping a small patch of gauze over the puncture in one fell swoop. “Alright. Let me run these down, and I’ll be back up to check on you in a bit.” You turn, stripping your gloves off into the trash.

“We’ll miss ye.” He whispers, and you roll your eyes playfully, even as your stomach clenches.

Simon’s eyes don’t leave you for a single second, not until the door is shut and you’re out of sight.

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[kteezy997]

can i please request a shy bf!timmy with needy and unhinged reader

he‘s just overall really shy, always nervous when he tries to initiate intimacy. reader on the other hand is open about everything, her desire, her masturbation habits and her dirty dirty thoughts. she’s not afraid to let him know the effect he has on her. she’d use it against him, telling him how she‘s going to get herself off when he‘s busy. maybe even nudes, lewd pictures and videos she takes just for him.

Shy Boyfriend-Part One//t.c.

A/N: I’m not going to include specific warnings right now, if you read the anon request, you know that this is filled with smut. It’s quite explicit, so 18+ readers only. Thank you!

Timmy was so sweet, hot, and such a doting boyfriend. But, he was always nervous when it came to sex.

You, on the other hand, wanted it all the time. So, you thought of ways to get him to feel more confident. You wanted him to know that you desired him madly and thought about him day and night. You wanted to do all the dirty things with him. You decided to be completely open and honest with him about your sexual aptitudes.

"I masturbate every day thinking about you." you told him quietly at dinner one night.

Timmy's eyes nearly popped out of his skull, and he looked around, hopeful that no one else in the rather crowded restaurant didn't hear what you had said. "Re-really?" he squeaked.

"Yeah, sometimes multiple times a day." you leaned forward, your elbows on the table, your cleavage in plain view for him. "Sometimes I do it while on breaks at work."

"Jesus." his eyes meandered down to your tits. "You're serious?" he asked, returning his gaze to your eyes.

"Of course. I never lie to you, Timothee." You leaned back in your chair, and picked up your glass of champagne, taking a sip. "I wish this was your cum." you said, raising the glass to him.

Your waitress came over just then, hearing what you had to say. Timmy let out a fake cough to distract from your dirty words.

The waitress set down your plates, not saying anything, but you did get to exchange a knowing, mischievous look with her. You watched as she eyed your handsome boyfriend. Timmy was the type of beauty that made people look at him a little longer than usual. You couldn't blame the girl as she scanned him up and down in passing.

You often wondered if Timmy actually knew how others found him so desirable. It was kind of hot how oblivious he acted to extra attention and kindness he got from people he didn't even know. Everyone loved him, women, men, young, old, it didn't matter. Even now you caught some of the fellow diners in the restaurant cutting their eyes at him.

The next day was long and boring as Timmy was at work for like 16 hours straight. You knew that work was important to him, of course, but you missed your man. You found yourself scrolling through your camera roll, which consisted almost exclusively of Timmy pictures.

Some photos were innocent selfies of your two together, some were candid shots you took because you couldn't resist. Then there were the NSFW ones that he and you both took during sex. You flipped through them, getting turned on looking at him naked. His skin was light, smooth, and beautiful, his hair a mess, his lips curved into a cheeky grin in one instance.

You came across a video of him fucking you doggystyle. It was your favorite position, so he fucked you that way often. You could hear his soft moans, his heavy breathing, and you could see the little beads of sweat on his hairline as he pushed his curls out of his face. Your pussy started to ache and throb the more you delved into the album.

You needed to talk to him; you needed him to know what he was doing to you. He didn’t even need to be near you to drive you crazy.

You decided to text him to start out: I've been thinking about you

aw, I've been thinking about you too. He replied a few minutes later.

I can't stop thinking about last night, baby. The nipple you bit still hurts. Did you know you left a mark? You smirked, thinking that definitely should get him flustered.

Oh?

yeah, wanna see?

yes. his response was quick on that one.

You giggled, and tugged the front of your top down, letting your boob plop out. You weren't lying, his teeth had marked the circumference of your nipple. You snapped a photo and sent it to him.

Fuck. his response was simple.

Will you kiss it when you get home, to make it feel better?

You could just picture him trying to keep his cool while opening the text at work. His throat drying, trying to swallow, biting his lip as he looked around to make sure no one else could see the photo you sent. You imagined him getting hard, but having to tuck his cock into his belt so his boner wouldn't show.

yes.

I want you to suck them for me, will you do that?

of course. he sent back, immediately.

You wanted to take it up a notch. You had to be bolder. I want you to send me a photo of your dick.

no way, baby, I can't do that.

You were quite disappointed, but horny, so you had to work harder for what you wanted. you sent him pouty face emojis and texted: but why?

because I'm at work, silly girl. you'll see me later. I promise I'll take care of you and make up for biting too hard.

His promise turned you on even more. How dare he! You were feeling especially bratty and needy, so you responded: no! I want to see your cock now

baby, I told you I can't. I'm working, princess.

You loved how endearing he was and how he used little pet names for you. But you were getting frustrated.

fine, but maybe I can send something to get you change your mind?

something… like what?

You proceeded to leaving your boyfriend hanging for a while. You removed all of your clothes, set up your phone to frame the scene perfectly, and spread your legs for the camera. You were soaking wet already, and your fingers glided along your pussy easily.

"Mm, Timmy." you purred his name, imagining his fingers were in place of yours. You used your fingertips to rub your swelling clit. The wet sounds pierced your ear drums and you knew that they would be audible through the video you were recording.

You palmed your breasts, cried his name again, and pinched your nipples. "I want you to fuck me, baby. Please, please, give me that big cock. I need it." you whimpered. You spread your labia with one hand and with the other, you tapped your clit. You giggled at the feeling.

With both hands, you stimulated your clit, and pushed a finger into your hole. "Ughhh." you moaned. You leaned your head back, licking your lips. Your fingers were no match for Timmy's cock, but it was the best you were going to get right now.

You picked up the pace, fingering yourself harder and faster. You moaned and whimpered his name over and over. You pumped your fingers as fast as you could, and you trembled, your body shaking as you came. You panted softly as you came down from the high, and you grinned at the camera.

You sent the video to Timmy, and you felt much better after an orgasm. You were able to relax and watch some TV as you waited for him to respond.

It was maybe an hour later, and you received a video from Timmy.

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[lisbeth-kk]

Sherlock fandom

I Can’t Stand It

Rosie’s tantrum in the park, reminds Sherlock of his own childhood. It’s strange that so much of what the little girl says and does resonates with him.

“She’s not yours,” several voices inside his head tells him.

Still, he can’t shake off the feeling of being something more to her than just…what is he exactly to her? She calls him Lock; he calls her Watson. He desperately wants her to call him something else, which he only allows himself to think about when he’s alone.

“I can’t stand it, daddy!” Rosie exclaims and stomps her feet.

“But, sweetheart,” John tries to reason with his four-year-old daughter. “You were perfectly fine eating this last week.”

Rosie rolls her eyes and throws her arms in the air. Sherlock can see that John’s mouth twitches slightly as he’s supressing a smile. Sherlock hears his mother’s voice filled with delight in his mind.

“She’s so much like you sometimes, darling.”

“There are big pieces in it,” Rosie explains to John. “I want smooth ice cream.”

John looks over at Sherlock for help, but Sherlock has long ago decided to never lie to John again. He shrugs apologetically at mutters something under his breath.

“What was that, Sherlock?” John inquires, his tone exasperated now.

“It’s quite normal for children her age to change tastes and react to new textures. I was the same.”

“Yeah, well, she’s not…”

“I know, John!” Sherlock snaps. “You and everyone we know keeps telling me that.”

He turns on his heel and walks briskly out of the park. Behind him the two Watsons call after him, begging him to come back but he can’t. Sherlock can live with everyone else claiming that he’s not Rosie’s father, but it hurts when John joins the choir. Of course, Sherlock knows he has no biological connection to her, but he’s raising her together with John, isn’t he? She comes just as willingly to him as to John. 

“Protect your heart, brother mine,” Mycroft told him after John and Rosie moved to Baker Street, and not for the first time. His brother knew that Sherlock’s heart belonged to John and had for a very long time.

***

Where are you? I’m sorry, Sherlock. We need to talk. Are you coming home soon?

Sherlock’s heart races in his chest when he reads John’s text. He barely registers the apology. All his brain is capable of is trying to deduce what John wants to talk about.

Are they moving out? Does John want him to spend less time with Rosie? Won’t he be allowed to do children safe experiments with her anymore?

He pulls his hair in frustration. Why is it so hard to figure out what John wants? Sherlock’s able to read anyone but John. Why?

“Hi, Sherlock. I didn’t know you were here,” Molly says when she walks into the lab at Barts.

“I’m leaving,” Sherlock tells her and walks rapidly out of the room.

***

Sherlock stands and watches the Thames float by. The London Eye is coloured in pink in the far distance. It’s getting dark and he’s got no recollection of the last hours. His phone buzzes in his pocket and he suddenly remembers that he’s forgotten to answer John’s text.

“A bit not good, Sherlock,” John’s voice scolds him.

Can I call you? Rosie wants to say goodnight.

Sherlock feels his face soften. The Watsons are probably still at Baker Street then. He doesn’t hesitate but calls John’s number.

John’s voice sounds relieved when he picks up, but it’s tinted with worry.

“Hi. You alright?” he asks.

“Fine,” Sherlock says, and it comes out more clipped than he intended.

John sighs and apparently gives the phone to Rosie.

“Lock!” the little girl exclaims.

“Hello, Watson. Ready for bed?” Sherlock inquires softly.

“Yes. Tired,” she tells him and yawns.

Sherlock feels his throat thicken, and he must swallow hard and close his eyes to keep his tears at bay. Without thinking he uses the endearment only Rosie has heard.

“Goodnight, my heart.”

“Night, Lock. See you tomorrow,” Rosie slurs, clearly almost asleep.

Sherlock ends the call before John gets a chance to ask him humiliating questions. The sharp intake of breath from John when Sherlock bid Rosie goodnight didn’t go unnoticed.

“You’ve ruined it now, Holmes,” he tells himself.

***

Aldi is still open, and Sherlock buys two boxes of ice cream for Rosie without any pieces of fruit, berries, crunch, chocolate or other abominations.

He takes a deep breath before locking himself into Baker Street, and he ascends the stairs silently. John sits in his chair, reading one of his medical journals. Sherlock just nods and walks to the kitchen with his purchases. He places the boxes in the freezer before walking to the bathroom.

“Sherlock?” John calls after him.

“Shower,” Sherlock answers.

The shower does wonders, and Sherlock feels quite refreshed and relaxed when he puts on a t-shirt, pyjamas bottoms and his maroon dressing gown. John stands just outside Sherlock’s bedroom and Sherlock startles a bit.

“Everything alright?” he asks. “Watson?”

“She’s fine, Sherlock. Soundly asleep. I just want to apologise properly to you. I was way out of line earlier. No, Sherlock, listen. I need to say this. Please.”

John’s expression is pained, and Sherlock doesn’t know what’s to come next. Nothing could have prepared him for this.

“I know it’s no excuse that I was exhausted and sleep deprived, but that’s the defence I have, and it’s appalling to say the least. Rosie…she is…just as much yours as she is mine. You care for her just like any parent. She loves you, we both do, and…”

“John?” 

Sherlock’s voice is trembling, and he feels his balance is about to fail him. Warm and steady hands are placed on his upper arms and when John speaks again, his voice is warm with affection.

“Forgive me. Please?”

Sherlock just nods and lets himself melt in John’s embrace.

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[firesunflamed]

thinking about Frank and mirror sex with an insecure partner

(nsfw, chubby fem!reader, internalized fatphobia?, degradation kink. smut with angst and a little bit of fluff and an attempt at exorcising some personal demons)

maybe he gets the idea when he sees you looking at your naked body in the mirror one day, the way you try to suck in your stomach, smooth out the curves he loves. maybe he even asks about it, and maybe you even admit to it—knowing that you’re not ugly, but you’re not beautiful, not like him. knowing that you get looks when you go out together, and the only way you can make sense of them is that people can’t believe someone who looks like him would be dating someone that looks like you.

and he hates it, because how could you think that, think about yourself like that? they’re looking at his ugly mug, not you. and maybe you smile weakly, try to change the subject, and he lets you then, already thinking about how to fix it.

and then when you have sex later that day he asks to try something different. you end up sitting on the edge of the bed, the floor length mirror moved to reflect your body, your spread legs as he plays with your clit. his face peeks over your shoulder and you’re leaning against his chest, and he’s telling you how beautiful you look, one hand holding the curve of your lower stomach. His thumb strokes the skin there and then he’s moving up to hold your waist, hand spread wide over the folds of fat above and below it. and you know this is a kindness, know he means well, know he’s trying to make you feel better. but it feels fake, feels like a lie, like he’s saying what he’s supposed to say because it’s not true, you aren’t beautiful, you know you’re not, why is he lying to you? And if he’s lying to you about this then, logically, maybe he’s lying to you about wanting you at all. maybe he’s lying about his love. maybe he’s with you because you know who he is and he’s worried about being turned into the police and maybe—

and you’re burying your head in your hands and then it’s “c’mon sweet girl, look at yourself, c’mon— fuck you’re beautiful, look at you- fuck-” and you’re shaking your head because if you open your eyes you will see nothing but every single flaw on your body, and if this is a kindness shouldn’t it feel good? but it doesn’t it doesn’t it doesn’t, and you don’t want it, and he’s asking now, softly, as his fingers move from your clit to push inside you and find your g-spot, asking you to look at how beautiful you are taking him. and there’s pleasure there, but it seems very far away, like it’s happening to someone else because he couldn’t possibly be talking to you. and he keeps asking, keeps praising, keeps using that terrible awful attempted kindness of a lie and you can feel him hard against your back but you know neither of you are going to come like this. you call yellow. he stills, slipping his fingers out of your cunt.

“What is it, sweet girl? what do you need?”

and you keep your head buried in your hands, trying not to cry, and ask if you can do something else. “I know you’re trying to be nice, but Frank, this… this isn’t making me feel better. I don’t feel that way about myself and you just insisting I should isn’t going to make me feel that way.”

It’s a long moment of silence before he says, “I’m gonna move us so we’re facing away from the mirror, yeah?”

“Okay,” you agree.

he moves his legs so they’re no longer on either side of yours before grabbing your waist and laying you down on your sides, facing each other. Your hands fall away from your face, even though your eyes stay closed, and he kissed your forehead, once, gently. “Tell me what you’re thinking about, yeah? don’t like seeing you like this.”

you take a breath, try to put your emotions into words. “I can’t— I can’t be told that you think I’m beautiful like that. It feels like a lie.”

“S’not a lie,” he says, with barely concealed fury. “You’re so fucking gorgeous sometimes I don’t even know how I got you.”

and you shake your head because he’s just making it worse and worse. “I know you think that and it’s very nice of you-" he scoffs at that description but you keep going “but I don’t feel that way. If you’re telling me that then I need it in a…. a different way. A way that doesn’t feel like it’s for me.”

it takes him another second to say, “alright sweet girl. alright.” he presses another kiss to your forehead. “you want something else right now, or do you just want this?” and you don’t want sex anymore, haven’t really wanted it since he started with the “beautiful”s, and you hesitate, because you feel bad that your insecurities mean he’s not getting to come, but you realize that he’s only half hard now. You’ve already ruined the mood.

“Just this,” you say, and you stay like that, wrapped up in each other for a long while.

he lets it go, doesn’t bring it up again. acts like he never realized your insecurities in the first place, except for how he’ll drape an arm over the largest part of your stomach instead of your waist when you cuddle, or the way he’ll sometimes grope your flat ass like it’s big enough to bother when you kiss or fuck. And you forget about the conversation altogether.

and then it’s a couple of months later, and he’s spent the last hour making you come over and over and over until you’re overstimulated, legs shaking. thoughts are hard and words are harder and all you know is that you’re his good little slut, and you take him so well. you’re trying to beg for mercy, but you think it’s coming out more as a collection of mumbled syllables that might form “please”, if one’s being generous.

“C’mon, you got one more for me, sweet girl. one more for me.”

you whine because you can’t take it you can’t take it how can you take it when you’re already this wrecked?

“shshsh… c’mon sweet girl, c’mon.” your back is to his front, the head of his cock teasing your entrance. “open your eyes. open your eyes.” you can’t you can’t you can’t— “be a good whore, and open your eyes,” he orders lowly, and you gasp and you do, finding your reflection staring back at you. it might’ve caught you off guard but you’re already so fucked out that it only just registers.

“there she is.” He pulls your leg out to the side, the mess he’s made of your folds on display. He places a finger on top of your clit, but offers no additional pressure. “Look at you. So fucking beautiful covered in my cum.”

You whine, because the barely-there touch on your clit and the brush of his cock against your entrance are cruel cruel cruel. You try moving your hips, try to sink onto him, but his hand moves from your leg to your hip, holding you in place.

“Don’t,” he warns, and you have no choice but to obey the easy power in his voice. “Wanna look at you like this. Fuck you’re gorgeous. Think I could keep you like this all the time. You want that, huh? Want me to keep you like this, ready to be fucked like a good whore whenever I want.”

You don’t even try to answer, mesmerized by the sight of your swollen pussy painted with white, his thick cock visible below.

“You’re so beautiful. Jesus Christ, sweetheart, you’re beautiful,” he says, more softly this time, and the words start to break through your fucked-out headspace. Then he’s thrusting into you, rough and deep, and any thoughts you might’ve had are lost as he hits your g-spot with each thrust, fingers busy on your clit. Your eyes slip closed, and he orders you to open them again. “Watch as I fuck you,” he says, speeding up his pace, and you’re begging, pleading, but for what you don’t know. For more, for less? It doesn’t matter. Your entire purpose has narrowed down pleasing him. “Tell me how beautiful you are taking me.”

You know he knows you lost your words a while ago. You manage a high sound of pleasure, watching his cock split you open with each thrust. “Say it,” he orders again. “Need my girl’s pretty voice in my ear when I come inside her again. ” You’re stuttering now, mumbling, trying to form the words. “Say it.”

“ ‘M so- pretty- taking your- your cock. Frank!” You eventually manage, rolling your hips, watching him disappear inside you. The sight is so erotic, you think you could come from that alone.

“Keep goin’ sweet girl, c’mon-” and his voice is lower and lower in your ear, the way it always is when he gets close.

“ ‘M beautiful- covered- in your cum-! Please please please, Frank, please-”

“Once more for me sweetheart, need it to come, need to hear you say it-”

“ ‘M beautiful- I’m - I’m - beautiful-” and the hand on your hip moves to band around your waist as he moves faster, until you are nothing but sensation, nothing but his beautiful little slut, so good for him, so good for him. “I’m- I’m- I’m-“

Still in his thrall, you come again, writhing on his cock, watching your bodies as you do. You can see the flushed skin of your cheeks and neck and chest, see the taut muscles of his thighs and arms as he fucks you. From here, you can’t see the small flaws of your body just the shapes and the colors. Then he comes with a low noise in your ear, and you keep your eyes open, watching as his face goes loose, soothed in a way you rarely see. It’s beautiful.

He rests his head against your shoulder and you sigh happily, still not quite back to yourself. He uses his grip on you to fall backwards into the mattress, tipping onto your sides as he slips out of your cunt. You both make a small sound at the loss, but you’re not back to yourself enough to ask him to stay inside you.

You stay there for a long moment, wrapped up in each other. But eventually the adrenaline starts to fade, and you realize what that last part of the scene was. Your request, from months ago.

As if he can sense that you’ve come back to yourself, he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Too much?”

“Was that for me, or for you?” you blurt, instead of an answer. The intense pleasure you had just been made to feel seems now to have returned as grief, the warning of tears thick in your voice.

It takes him a second to respond, and then he’s shifting on the mattress. “Hey. Look at me.”

Trying to blink back the tears, you roll over to face him. He’s propped up on an elbow, looking at you with such love and care and concern in his dark eyes the tears become that much harder to stop. You press the heels of your hands into your eyes. His hands reach out to wrap around your wrists, and pull them away from your face, and you give up trying to stop them.

Frank wipes the tears from your cheeks. “Was for both of us, yeah? You’re so goddamn beautiful, and I get to see it every day but you don’t. Watching us like that, together? Never would of thought of it, but it was… fuck, yeah, it was for both of us.”

And that’s an answer you can accept, can appreciate. Maybe the only one. But the tears don’t stop, and he kisses your forehead. “How ‘bout we go shower, huh? That was… I pushed you hard. Let’s go shower.”

You nod, and he pulls you towards the en-suite, warms up the water and then helps you in, stepping in afterwards before beginning to wash your skin from the mess he'd made on you. You stand there, trying to stop yourself from crying, not entirely sure where the tears came from in the first place. But when you try to stifle your quiet noises, Frank tips your chin up, forces you to look at him.

"Don't pull that. Let it out, sweet girl. Let it out." It's the same thing you say to him when he comes home from a bad night, or when the nightmares chase him out of sleep. You let yourself sob for something you can't quite put words to. Frank holds you up through it all, massaging your scalp and washing your skin, whispering sweet words in your ear.

he gets out only when your tears have finally stopped, a few minutes before you to change the sheets, then comes back to turn off the water and bundle you in a towel. he dries you off before pulling you back to the bedroom, helping you underneath the covers and turning off the light.

You're both on your sides, facing each other in the dark. You can feel him hesitate, trying to decide if he should reach for you. You move closer, burying your face in juncture between his neck and his shoulder, breathing in his scent. His arm wraps around your back and brings you closer.

"You're not lying to me." Your words are quiet, little more than a mumble against his skin.

He doesn't have to ask about what. "Haven't lied to you since I told you my name. Won't start now."

You hum. "This won't be... enough to fix it."

"Yeah, but I'm gonna keep telling you. Gonna tell you whenever you let me. As many times as you need before you stop asking, yeah?"

You sigh happily. "Frank?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you. I really, really, love you."

He kisses the top of your head. "Love you too."

#frank castle x reader #frank castle x you #frank castle smut #this was supposed to be a little blurb i wrote on my phone and then it got out of hand!!!!!! #anyway i feel like a lot of mirror sex i see is kind of sweet and cute #and i know that would Not work on me lmao #i should probably go to therapy #frank castle #fic

[chrollohearttags]

stretch you out • jean kirschtein

the fact I’ve never written about jean over here..is insane! but I’m just imagining him with a size kink, trying to prep you to take his dick and I 😵‍💫

themes: black!fem reader (thick descriptors), established relationship, choking, fingering, spit play, lots of praise, him talking you through the nut (cause he’s a lover boy fr) 🥴, .2 seconds of aggression, daddy’s used a couple times, hair pulling, creampie, squirting

you knew he’d be a problem the day you met him…that there was something special about that fine ass boy with the dirty blonde hair always stealing glances of you from afar in the classroom. He had a certain charm; one that you rarely saw around your college campus from a lot of these dudes. kind, sweet, laid back but still popular all the same and a true gentlemen in every essence of the word.

jean kirschtein: played on the soccer team, pledged to a frat and even worked at the local coffee shop. Which is where your paths first came to cross. During a crunch for midterms and in the midst of pulling an all nighter, you decided to pay a little visit to this cafe, hoping for a little liquid boost of energy to get through this hellish study session. He was friendly, took your order and even brought it over so you didn’t have to interrupt your concentration. Such a sweetheart and it set the tone for how the rest of your relationship would develop..

“(y/n) was it? Now I can finally put a name to that pretty face. It’s nice to formally meet you.” The first true words he spoke to you outside of your order he had just taken. With only one sentence, he had you swooning..swayed by his words and his actions even more. Offering to walk you back to your dorm once he closed up for the evening as it had gotten late.

so naturally, it came as no surprise when only six months would pass before he’d end up making you his. Smooth talking his way into your heart and did it work. Bagging that beautiful, quiet girl that always wore the wired rim glasses, dressing so cutely like a quintessential school girl in those little skirts and crop tops that made your ass and tits sit up so amply and your thighs look godly. (those were his favorites). Or even on your casual days, with your hair wrapped up in a headscarf and a sundress on that perfect body; mocha brown skin just glistening in the sunlight. That plump backside bouncing with each step. It drove him crazy sometimes how fine his woman was. They could have their stick figure cheerleaders or sorority girls, everything he needed was right here. He loved a girl that had more to grab.

which explained why he was over in your dorm at damn near midnight, laid up in your bed..pressed skin to skin with a hand around your throat. His gold wristwatch grazing your jugular as he held you close. The stubble of his beard grazing the side of your face as he fed you kisses. The opposite hand? Sank two fingers deep into your soaking heat. Legs spread wide and one even draped across his left hip as he lie on his right one, moving those digits in and out..your perky tits sitting upright as he pulled them out of that tank top and sucked on the nipples..leaving you a pathetic, panting mess..

“Jeannn…I’m gonna come, baby..” (y/n) cried out but he’d only soothe your cries with gentle kisses to your cheek and temple. “Shhh..not yet, princess. You’re not ready. I’ll let you know when to let it out, okay?” cooing so sweetly; you couldn’t think of a time when he didn’t handle you gently. But tonight, he required a little more care, as it had been some time since the two of you last made love. An entire month and a half to be exact. With sports and clubs taking up all of his time and scholastic meetings stealing yours away, it was hard to get together. But he cleared his schedule just to have you and he wanted to make it unforgettable.

up and down, you’d glide on his perfectly manicured hands, taking them to the knuckled hilt as he pushed them back and forth. Your silky cream slathered all over it and his palm but he loved the mess. Especially the slight trail of drool spilling from between your plump, gloss stained lips that he’d swipe up to lube your already dripping sex. Eyes glazed over in a haze of ecstasy from being finger-fucked. He loved seeing you go completely dumb like this. It wasn’t meant to torture you..honestly. But he had to be certain you could handle his cock after all those weeks had passed. The last thing he wanted was to ever cause his baby any pain so he’d take all steps necessary. Even if it meant stimulating you to the point of tears..

“I know you want this dick, sweetheart. I know you want me to fuck you but this little pussy’s so tight..she’s closed up on me and I don’t want to hurt you. So can you wait for me, hmm? Can you let daddy stretch it out for just a little bit longer?” sweet talking with his thumb sliding over your clit. when he put it like that, he could get whatever the hell he wanted! So you’d just keep moaning, rolling your hips to meet his thrusting and even pulled him into a kiss to muffle the sounds.

he wasn’t exaggerating though..his shit was indeed big. Thick and curvy but long in length; pushing every bit of nine inches. You recalled the very first time you two had sex and he couldn’t fit it past the tip. Squirming and shaking, trying to take the dick but to him, training you for it was half the fun. Sometimes making you wear controller vibrators as you walked around campus, instructing you over FaceTime what to do with your dildo as he stroked himself in the camera..just so he could have you creaming on him later. Patience was a virtue with this man and he’d take all the time necessary to ensure that you were ready to live in his skin when he finished.

but with your smaller hand grasping for his sheathed member, shielded behind those grey sweats, he knew he better had hurried up. Placing a gentle peck to your temple once more, Jean just chuckled and sped up those movements. It was only a matter of time before you soaked your own bedsheets and he wanted to feel that for himself so he’d move those lips over to your ear, whispering so sweetly.. “pull it out for me, baby..”

urging you to stroke it in your palm once you did. It was already standing at attention with only being semi-hard..so once you began to massage it, that precum seeped out and it grew larger. Feeling you clamp down on his fingers, spasming for more to fill that needy hole, he’d tug the digits out, placing them between your lips to be sucked clean. With pitiful tears streaming down your face, Jean made certain you felt at ease before he went any further. “Good girl..so pretty sucking on these fingers.” Doting on his beautiful little slut as he tapped that tip against the opening of your slit. He’d readjust so that he was in position to fuck you from the side.

stirring up that sticky mess and smacking noises in the process. Even laying it flat across your tummy so you could get a visual of how deep he’d be. “God, it’s been too long, baby. I can’t wait to give you this dick…it’s gonna feel so fucking good.” Bringing that hand on your throat to the back of your neck, he’d make certain that you could see every bit of his movements; tilting your head downward “Now..I’m gonna start putting it in. You let me know if it’s too much, okay?” His message received loud and clear..and like that, he’d start easing it in, slowly puncturing that entrance with his cock head.

in all honesty, you weren’t much in the mood to be teased after waiting so long but the foreplay was just what you needed because he slid it in as if it were nothing. It was only when he reached the halfway mark, did (y/n)’s toes begin to curl and you’d clutch his tattooed forearm. “What’s wrong, mama? Are you alright?…can I keep moving?”

trembling, you’d nod your head, assuring that you were just fine..that he just felt so fucking good. “Mmhm, I’m fine..” With that, he’d proceed and keep pushing until seven and a half inches filled your throbbing cunt; splitting those plump pussy lips open to press through those walls.

“Fuuuck..right there.” The words leaving both of your mouths simultaneously, a sign of just how incredible it felt. Tight as you were warm and slippery, the initial sensation was reminiscent of the first time. Reminding of how you made him feel like a new man every time he was in it. And you, quivering and chewing that lower lip, longing for him to start moving. But first, you’d find your hand moved to the center of your belly; your coffin shaped acrylics and charm bracelet resting on your skin as a placeholder of sorts for him. “Hold that there for me, m’kay?” smirking before he marked your temple with another kiss. An indicator of what was to come. Seconds later, he’d begin moving..

in and out, he’d start with slow and gentle pace..just trying to get his feel and gain a rhythm. Soft popping sounds, followed by squishing rang out and you’d look over to see Jean’s eyes closed with his head tilted back. Whatever you were doing to him, it was like bliss. Being inside of you was every bit of heaven..and he never wanted to go this long without it. Meanwhile, he’d bring his cupped hand back around your throat and thrust up into you at a steady pace..

“Just like that, baby..oh, you feel so amazing.” crying out and declaring as he got deeper. Shoving that large, pale hued cock through those tight walls. It’s making him harder to watch that wetness glisten on his tip and shaft and those pretty pink folds grip him with each movement. Pretty soon, he’ll be touching the inner corner of your cervix and prompting you to squirt if he’s not careful! But that’s exactly what he’s hoping for when he grasps you by the top of your head and tugs it downward. He wants you to see just what he’s capable of..and trust, you’re feeling it when those deep strokes had reached full force. Making the bed and your legs shake in the process.

“Look down, baby..look how good you’re taking this fucking dick..got me putting it in your stomach and shit. Don’t ever keep it away from me this long, you hear me?!” The slightest hint of aggression beaming through as he clutched your wrapped up butterfly locs underneath the silk material of your bonnet. With your hand pressed to your lower abdomen, you could see and feel that hard on trying to come through your skin. Flesh colliding in a loud, thunderous clap. A sure fire sign that he was fucking the hell out of you.

but he needed his own vindication..from your own admission that it felt incredible. “Yes daddy, I promise! Just don’t stop..” single tears falling from each of your eyes in pure pleasure of what he was doing to you. With him bulging through your tummy and you clamping down so fiercely, there was only one inevitable ending: you making a mess and that was apparent by the tiny spurts and splashing against his base. He could tell that you were incredibly close, only mere minutes..if that, away from a climax. You needed to come and quite frankly, so did he.

both of you would burst at any minute so Jean would dial it back with gentler strokes and even softer kisses, preparing to get you to your peak. “Don’t worry, we’re gonna come together..just listen to me and I’ll make sure you get there..that alright with you?..” hanging on his every whim and word, waiting for the moment that you could finally release as one. His voice sounding like sex within itself. Turned you on every time..

but you’d give him a reassuring nod and like that, he’d start taking you through the last stride. Peppering your jawline and cheek with sloppy pecks, Jean began whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Telling you how good you had been and he was so proud of you for opening up so nicely. He was constantly doting and giving you encouragement to keep going. Because before long, you were going to let it out for him and vice versa. “M’baby ready to come? Ready to make a mess on this dick? How about take my nut..you want it?”

questioning rhetorically in the sweetest, high pitched tone and seconds later, you felt that thumb pressing to your clit and rolling around to create friction. Equally at his limit, his thrusts became sporadic and he could no longer stay in it consistently. “Oh yessss, that’s it..right there. Hold it and when I tell you, come for me, okay?”

and before you could take another deep, hard stroke, he’d grit his teeth and urge you on with that rapid rubbing before grimacing in your ear to let go. And you did disappoint! Flailing about, (y/n) cried to the top of your lungs, grasping the sheets, his arm and anything you could find as his coated cock was forcefully pushed out by a heavy stream of squirt; coaxed out by the light taps against your cunt. That was a sight that would never get old.. “good girl…squirting on my dick, making a mess. That’s what I need..”

but even after that little display of waterworks, your hole still spasming in response..Jean filled it to the brim once more once he was done aiding you, in hopes to release his own load. Placing his palm back on your stomach, he’d hold you in place, pinning you to the mattress so that he could stuff you with his cum. It was the last bit of energy he had left and you obviously couldn’t take anymore so with it, he’d pump profusely until you heard his breath catch..eyes widening and a loud gasp follow. Suddenly, your womb began to feel warm and full..

“OHHH! Take it, take this nut, baby. Take it all from meee.” That needy and vulnerable cry struggling from the back of his throat whilst he spilled every single drop of his seed into that beautiful body of yours. Neither of you were of coherent mind; just trapped in the glory that was afterglow and reveling in it. A cloud you didn’t want to come down from..

as you did though, he’d slowly pull out, dragging strings of semen along with him and pulling your frame even closer to his than it was. Meeting for a loving, passionate and lengthy kiss, your tongue collided and danced in harmony as magic had been made in that room tonight. Your hot, sweat slicker bodies finally feel the cool air and lying in one another’s arms for warmth. He’d flip you over to cradle yourself in his grasp and nuzzle your face into his neck.

“I love you, (y/n). Don’t forget that, no matter how much time has passed.” affirming with a peck to your forehead. And you’d do the same, leaving a trail of them on his neck, just enjoying the feeling of being embraced by your baby yet again..hoping it didn’t end anytime soon.

“I love you too, baby. Always..”

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An Endless Mission [J/Birch]

Judd Birch x Leah's BFF reader

Summary

Leah is your best friend and she knows your dirty little secret... she knows that- YOU HAVE A BIG FAT CRUSH ON HER OLDER BROTHER JUDD!

You've had this crush on him for years and for years she has made it her mission to get you two together!

A/n - Writing this just cause he was my favorite Character in the show lol. I don't know... He just gave off that kind of vibe where he's sweet but psycho. Anyways I feel like he deserves more love. 😘

Warning! *SPOILER SEASON 1 Cussing, alcohol, mentions of boobs, boob touching, slight drowning, degrading, depression, anxiety, slight physical abuse

Word Count: 6,067

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/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

***Narrator's Pov***

"Leah! You said this was a pool party!?" You whined, trying to cover up your bikini body with your hands, but miserably failed. All your clothes were inside your bag, too, so you couldn't just grab them and change right then and there.

Though it would be a lie to say that you didn't want to try...

When you saw that familiar black hair with blue highlights, walk into the living room- You. Wanted. To. Die.

Right then and there... Your crush... Standing just a few feet away from you- just looking at you as if you were a maniac.

"Why are you in a bikini?" He asked. His voice was as deep as ever.

"Um... Uh..." You were dying out there. Your heart was beating, and your face was flushed red. You looked like you took a dip in a pool with all the sweat you were accumulating- meanwhile, your 'best friend' just stood there giggling.

You were so embarrassed...

"So, Judd- what do you think of Y/n's bikini she's going to wear tomorrow for the pool party?" She said with a teasing voice.

He stood there for a moment and then grunted. Giving you a slight nod, then left. His face never changed. He didn't even give you a little smirk...

"Wha- what's that supposed to mean?!" I said to Leah once he was fully gone.

She snorted. "You're hot. That's what it means." She giggles even more.

"Leah!!!" Your face turned an even brighter shade of red.

Back then, when you were a kid, most people never saw you. They never acknowledged you. You were practically invisible... Until you hit puberty. Nobody expected anything from you- in fact, you were a late bloomer. You were the last person in your class to get your period, and your boobs didn't start growing until the beginning of high school...

But look at you now. You were going into junior year with a hot body. Your hips grew in, and so did your boobs. You had what most girls wanted- an hourglass body. Silky smooth skin and a bubbly butt to top it off.

Though, because of how you were raised, you were always self-conscious. You made sure nothing showed, as hard as it was... You genuinely didn't like the attention. You were so used to the shadows, and quite frankly, you enjoyed it too.

Small Time Skip!~

"I can't believe you did this to me!!" You covered your face with your hands, feeling completely embarrassed.

"Oh, come on, Y/n! It wasn't that bad! You have the hottest body In. Our. Grade!! Use it~!" She said with a huge smile on her face. "I mean, I know it can feel like Judd doesn't have a di*k to get a boner sometimes, BUT if anyone CAN give him a boner, it's YOUUU!" She shook your shoulder lightly.

"God, seriously, Leah..." You uncovered your face to reveal a deep frown. "I love that you care, but I don't think I can survive another embarrassing moment like that..."

"Oh, don't be ridiculous-" Leah said, cutting you off. "You've survived all the other times!" She said as she started to braid your hair.

"For example, remember the first time we meant?!" Her smile grew even bigger.

"Oh god..." You muttered.

"We were in 6 grade meanwhile my brother was in 8th grade..."

"Please- end me." You muttered as Leah continues.

"It was the first time you came to my house. I was grabbing drinks, and I simply told you to go upstairs to the right... Where my room should be..."

"Please! STOP!" You covered your face one again out of pure embarrassment.

Leah giggled. "You ended up walking into my brother's room thinking it was mine-"

"You said to the right!" You interjected, trying to defend yourself.

"Well, I'm sorry, but I didn't know my rights and lefts at the time, and quite frankly, I still don't." She said, shrugging her shoulders as she continued. "But do you remember the face my brother made when he saw you there! Sitting on his bed...!" She started cackling.

"Oh, how can I forget." You said, rolling your eyes.

"H-his face- wa-was sooo red!!!" She laughed even more.

"Yeah, red with anger!"

Leah whipped a tear away- "No, silly. Red with embarrassment."

"Oh, please. He wasn't embarrassed- he yelled at me, Leah! That's not how normal people react when they're embarrassed."

"Oh, please. You should know by now- my brother isn't normal. Plus, he likes you!! How many times do I have to say it to convince you?!"

"Leah, stop! He has never once shown any positive sign-!"

Leah grabbed your shoulders, interrupting you completely. "How many times do I have to tell you?! My. Brother. Isn't. Normal!!!" She said shacking you.

"And besides, there ARE signs!" She said as she grabbed something from under her bed.

"Oh god... Not that again..." You said crunching up your face.

"Oh yes. It's this again!" Leah giggled, shoving the book in your face.

The title said-

Leah's Proof Book!!!

"I'm still so happy how I thought of this!"

This was a book that Leah made when she was little. It only took a few days of your friendship for her to realize you had a crush on her brother, Judd. This book contained-

The conversation, word for word, when you confessed to her the first time about having a crush on her brother.

Along with how you fell for him... When you first spoke to him- ON YOUR OWN! And along with all the times when Leah tried hooking you up with him.

To you- that book contained all the embarrassing fails you had with Judd; meanwhile, Leah saw the book as progress, Progress, PROGRESS~!

She REALLY wanted you and Judd to work out. She was literally your biggest ship fan ever. She just thought that it would be really cool to have you literally a part of her family. You are her best friend, after all, and even though her brother was scary and can come off as mean- she knows he would treat you right.

"What are you writing down now..." You said with a dreading undertone...

"Uhh, duh? That beautiful moment earlier when your body made Judd completely speechless~" She was completely overtaken by the giggles by this point... And all you did was lay flat on her bed sighing in defeat.

Time skip!~

"GIRLS DINNER TIME!"

"COMING!" Leah yelled.

"So, like I said earlier, Judd will be at the pool party." She said as she walked down the stairs with you.

"Right... Leah, I don't know- I don't think pretending to drown is a safe idea. Plus, you said it yourself: your brother is a bit- uhh, you know. I-I don't really want to die tomorrow." You said, rubbing your neck.

"Talking about Judd again, I, see?" Leah's dad Elliot said.

Oh, did I forget to mention- LEAH'S ENTIRE FAMILY KNOWS ABOUT YOUR CRUSH... and sadly, you weren't entirely sure if Judd knows. I mean, he is a very intuitive person. He practically knows everything, so you wouldn't be surprised if he knew about your long-time crush on him, and he simply chose to not say anything about it.

"Oh, stop it, Dad," Leah said. "No offense, but this is girl talk!" Leah grabbed your shoulders, pushing you away from her father.

"Yeah, Elliot. It's girl talk." Said Diana- Leah's mom. "Now, did you add any new entries to that book of your Leah? It's been a hot minute since..."

"Mom! How many times do I have to tell you! STOP SNEAKING IN MY ROOM-! And also- don't read my book! That's weird!" Leah yelled.

"What book?" Everything instantly froze when they heard that voice.

You stood there; your face turned completely red as you prayed it wasn't who you knew it was.

"You mean that dumb proof-book?" He said as he leaned on a counter, swinging a knife as he spoke.

"Y-you were in my room!" Leah stuttered. Her face was now red too- but not from embarrassment, no. But from anger.

"Relax butt-face. I didn't read your stupid book." He said as he shoved pass her.

As you just sighed in releaf.

Small Time Skip!~

***Leah's Pov***

Finally, it was dinner time! As I sat down, I gave Nick a little head nod, and he returned the gesture. Little did Y/n know this wasn't going to be an ordinary dinner...

A few minutes have passed, and not much was said...

"Uhh- Y/n, can you pass me the salt?"

"Uh, sure." She leaned in towards Judd's direction... That poor girl. I couldn't help but giggle a little. She may be sixteen, but she sure doesn't understand what I got her to do with that simple pled.

To put it into simple terms... I just got her to show her cleavage to my brother. I made sure to pay extra attention to his reaction, too. Most people would have missed it, especially since he was taking a sip of his drink, but I swear he smirked while looking at it.

"Um here." She said plainly, then went back to eating.

Step one of the dinner execution is complete. On to step too- touchy touch!

Knowing my brother- he can't resist spices, especially now! I made sure to get my mom to make his favorite. Every time she makes it, he'd always put hot sauce and a whole load of spices into it. I personally don't understand why. The meal is already spicey enough as it is...

I winked towards my dad- oh, did you think it was just me and Nick executing this? Oh, my dear, no... MY ENTIRE FAMILY is in this- my mom made the food, and now the rest is up to us three!

Once my dad saw Judd grab the spice shaker, he cleared his throat, waiting for the perfect time... And then BANG!

"Y/n deary, can you pass the spice shaker, please?" He smiled.

"Uhh, sure." She looked at Judd, who was still holding it. He meant her eyes, and she blushed. Then he gave our dad a glare as he passed the shaker to Y/n.

It was small, but It was still successful. Her index and middle finger touched his...

"Thank you, deary-"

"Okay, what's going on?" He said out of the blue.

"Oh my. But what do you mean, Juddy buddy?" Elliot smiled.

"You hate spices." He said plainly.

Crap...

"Oh... well... Hate is a strong word..." He said, trying to buy time to escalate the backup procedure.

I took a sip of my drink as I looked off to the corner. I placed my arm on the table and carefully angled my elbow towards Y/n's drink. Then I looked towards Nick; he, too, was drinking his cup.

And at the same time, we strike!

"Ughh! Hey!?" Y/n got up. Her drink spilled all over her white top... As Nick pretended to sneeze all over Judd. He got up, clearly pissed. He slammed Nick's head onto the table as a result, which gave my little brother a bloody nose..., and of course, my mother had to interject. Meanwhile, our father ran towards the bathroom with the excuse of-

"Ohh... Your right, Judd spices are NOT my friend." As he ran, he held his stomach to make it look more believable...

And with that, Nick pulled it off- he ran towards his 'so-called room.' When in reality, he ran towards Judd's room and locked it. Hopefully, he got out in time.

Meanwhile, Y/n walked towards our second and only bathroom that wasn't being used... Do you see the picture now?

I smirked evilly as they both walked away from the dining room.

Once they were gone, I saw something fall outside... OH MY GOD, it was Nick!

"I'm okay!" He said, then he fell back down. "Still- Oh-Kay... Huh..."

It seems that he did manage to escape in time. Good for him. I thought as I drank the rest of my drink.

And then... I heard it! A scream erupted from the upstairs bathroom. It sounded just like Y/n.

I quickly rushed along with my mother.

And there it was... Y/n had her shirt dangled in her arms... Her bra was pushed up a bit, so her boob fat poked out a little... She was on the ground- probably due to the shock of the door being opened on her. Meanwhile, my brother held the doorknob... He said nothing. His mouth was slightly gaped open...

Then, when he saw me and Mom, he made a tch sound, closed the door, and left with his usual grumpy self. Though I could have sworn I saw a blush on his face.

It was working... My plan was working... I was finally cracking him- I hid a smile as I tried to help my friend.

Time Skip!~

***Maurice's Pov***

"Holy shit, I can't believe that happened!" I was currently sitting on Judd's bed, feeling all tingly from the moment before. "You practically saw her nipples- No. WE practically saw her nipples!!"

"Shut it!" Judd says through gritted teeth as he continues to lift his weight bar once again.

"Ugghhh, but Judd! You have a fine hottie under your own house!!! She's going to be here for a whole night! Don't you at least want to fantasize about her?" I asked as I wiggled a sexy magazine in front of him.

All he replied with was a 'tch' as he continued lifting weights.

I sighed as I continued on with the next person on my list...

"Man, you're no fun..." I say as I got ready to leave. "Welp, wiggle your di*k if you need me." Then I left.

And all he said was "tch."

"In my opinion... I found that quite offensive. I mean, he didn't even say goodbye!" I said with the 'what's-wrong-with-this-kid' face. "It's like he's immune to horniness... wait, no- that's stupid, ha. I should write that down-"

Time Skip!~

***Leah's Pov***

"Okay, so I know dinner didn't go exactly as planned, but at least it ended well in the end," I said, trying to keep quiet.

It was currently midnight. Judd and Y/n were supposedly sleeping. Meanwhile, me and the rest of my family were holding a secret mission.

"So, mom. Do you still have that spare key to Judd's room?"

"Oh, sweety." She pulls out the keys. "I never leave home without it." She smiles.

"Great!" I whispered. "Now, Dad- are you ready?"

"Absolutely, sweety."

"Great! Let's get this show started!" I cheered lightly.

Small time skip!

I know you may think this is a little far fetch, but when I say they're meant to be, they are!!!

Okay! They don't really know it, but they actually have lots of things in common. Like Y/n loves horror movies, so does he. She absolutely loves raccoons... I don't know why, but that's her... Anyways, you get the idea.

Right now, me and my dad are currently carrying Y/n's sleeping body while my mom slowly opens Judd's door...

It was kind of scary, to be honest. No one ever really goes in here, so we didn't really know what to expect. All we did was pray he was asleep, and thankfully he was.

I know this might be wrong since it can go wrong sooo quickly, but like... There's a chance where he might not stab y/n the moment he wakes up... Right? Haha... Ha...

Anyways, we placed her under his sheets quietly. Thankfully, she's a deep sleeper... Now, all there was to do was head to bed and wait till morning!

Time Skip!

***Y/n's Pov***

I was rudely awakened by a hand covering my mouth. At first, I tried screaming but then froze when I realized I wasn't in Leah's room anymore... Dear God, no...

That's right... I was in Judd's bed... Wearing nothing but panties and a tank top... I looked up at him, and he had his fingers to his lips.

"H-how did I get here..." I stared the door down for dear life. I was too scared to face him.

"Leah and the others. They placed you here when you were sleeping. I saw it all happened."

"Uh...Oh." I looked down, completely embarrassed.

Judd just stood there looking at me... It was an awkward silence. I wasn't sure what to do. I kind of just sat there, completely frozen... Until he spoke.

"You can sleep there for the night."

I looked at him in shock. His facial structure stayed the same as always.

"I'm not sure what they're trying to do, but clearly, they really want you around me..."

There again... A moment of silence. I looked towards the ground. I couldn't help but feel ashamed for what I was wearing...

"I won't stop them." He muttered as he lifted up his window. I couldn't really hear that first part but then he said- "You can sleep here for the night. It's not like I ever use my bed anyways." Then he left through the window.

I quickly got up in fear that he might have hurt himself, but he was gone. He wasn't on the ground... He was nowhere to be found. I sighed, closing his window. Then I returned to his bed and cuddled up close to his blankets.

I know it was a little wrong, but I couldn't help but enjoy this... The blankets smelled exactly like him! And they were really warm too! His bed was so comfy that I fell asleep again quite quickly.

Time skip!~ MORNING!

***Leah's Pov***

When I saw Y/n and Judd walk downstairs towards the kitchen- where everyone was... I couldn't help but make the comment- "So, how did y'all sleep last night?" I looked directly at them both, trying to hide my growing smirk and giggles.

Before Y/n could say anything- Judd spat- "Wouldn't you like to know?" He smirked... He SMIRKED!

Does that actually mean... NO WAY...! Did my baby bird finally popped her cherry?!

I mentally screamed with joy. As Y/n groggily walked over. Her hair was a mess... She clearly had an 'intense' night. I laughed in my head.

I nudged her with my elbow... Teasing her, she just rolled her eyes as she took another sip of her coffee.

Time Skip!~

"Wait, what? You didn't actually lose your V-card?" I was somewhat disappointed as I slipped on my bikini bottoms. We had about thirty minutes left till the party started.

"You make it sound like a bad thing?"

"Well... It's just- you were in his room practically naked..."

She blushes. Hitting me playfully as I giggled. "Leah!" She whined.

I giggled harder- "Don't worry, Y/n. I promised he'll take your virginity at some point today!"

"LEAH!"

I laughed harder.

Small Time Skip!~

Not even thirty minutes into the party, the house was already packed... which would have been fine if my stupid brother, Nick, hadn't invited all his stupid friends. I rolled my eyes for what felt like the fifth time that night...

What's worse is that Judd still hasn't shown... God, this sucks. If he doesn't show up, then my ultimate bestie hook-up plan won't work. I sighed, taking a long sip of the wine Judd got for the party.

Small Time Skip!~

10 more minutes passed by, and I was still leaning against the wall... just waiting for him. Meanwhile, Y/n was just sitting by the edge of the pool... GOD, this would be THE PERFECT time for Me to EXECUTE my PLAN!! I whined.

And then- FINALLY! He shows up... He wasn't even in a swimsuit- which was slightly disappointing. I was kind of hoping to see my girly have that cute, embarrassing, stutter moment most movies make when they make situations similar to this.

But that's not the point... I'm just glad he showed up; otherwise, I would have had to get my other brother, Nick, to go and get one of his raccoons... There's a fifty percent chance they don't know how to swim, and knowing Judd, he'd kill anyone if it meant they'd live.

I walked towards Judd, who was currently drinking the last of his Jack... "Hey, so-" He smashed the glass bottle on the fool, making me jump. "Seriously?"

"Where's my fifty bucks?" He said with one hand whipping his lips while the other was extended towards me.

I rolled my eyes. "You'll get your fifty soon, but first-" I shoved him perfectly behind Y/n. Who didn't even know he was here- let alone coming...

He stumbled a little bit. "What the hell- Oof?!"

"Eek!"

'SPLASH!'

I know- he's going to kill me... BUT IT WAS SO WORTH IT! When they both came to the surface- he was holding her as she was coughing. Her wet bangs covered her eyes, so she didn't even know... AHHHAHAHAH! I couldn't help but fangirl over the scene.

***Y/n's Pov***

I didn't even know what happened... One moment, I was sitting on the edge of the pool. My legs were dangling in the water, and I was just chilling- then the next thing I knew, something- or in this case, someone pushed me...

"Tch."

That was all I heard when I came to the surface. Something was holding me up... which was great cause I didn't really know how to swim. However, the sound of that voice sounded a little too familiar... which honestly terrified me.

I took a moment before brushing away my bangs... Then there he was- Judd Birch... his shirt was sticking to his skin, outlining the curves of his muscles... Oh god-

I looked towards Leah, clearly annoyed and very embarrassed. Meanwhile, Judd carried me to shore.

He seemed a little more adjugated than usual... He placed me down and walked directly towards Leah, who was slowly backing up. Then she started running, shrieking while doing so as he chased her. "LEAHHH! YOU FUCK FACE, GET BACK HERE!" He yelled, causing a crowd to start forming.

Then suddenly Leah ran towards me- before I could even react, she grabbed my shoulders and used me as a shield- "Hey!"

"Sorry, girly- But unlike me, he won't kill you!" She had her eyes closed tightly as if I would actually work as a descent shield... Her head was turned away, too-

I rolled my eyes, but then two seconds later, I felt something. I froze... Judd Birch... was touching my-my-my bo-bo-boobs! My face turned completely red as I just stared at him. His eyes were slightly bigger, and his face was a little flushed, but then he quickly composed himself- pulling his hands away.

People obviously took advantage of that entire scene... they took videos and pictures. God, I'm going to hate myself once I see how many views it'll get...

Leah finally loosened her grip on me. She opened her eyes and looked at her brother. "Umm... did I miss something?"

He just 'tched' and left. He was clearly blushing... I guess he, too, was capable of feeling embarrassment.

***Marice's Pov***

"WHAT WAS THAT! You had the opportunity to squeeze them, but you just let them go!"

I yelled as we both walked away from that fiasco. "Y/n was in your grasp, man! WASN'T THAT WHAT YOU DREAMED OF- what you wanted!" I whined.

I couldn't help but feel upset. It's like he was ignoring me... he barely jerks off- and now, when he likes someone, he does nothing! LETERALLY NOTHING!

***Judd's Pov***

"Shut the h*ll up, Mori. That was an accident." I said to that 'thing' that constantly follows me.

"Yeah! And besides- didn't you see her face! She was mortified!" Tito said. "Her face alone PROVED that she didn't like you!"

Great- that stupid mosquito's here now. I slammed my bedroom door shut.

"Oww- Don't feel bad, Judd. I'm sure she understands. It was an accident, after all. And don't believe a word that filthy mosquito says-" The stupid love bug grabbed my shoulder. "I'm sure she loves you too."

I felt the heat rise up to my cheeks. My grip on the edge of my bed tightened as I stared at nothing... I hate this.

My heart was pounding, and my chest tightened... Maybe that stupid mosquito was right-

***Y/n's Pov***

Leah finally released my shoulders. I just sat there on my knees.

"Soo~ How did it feel!" She smiled.

"Wha-" I scrunched my eyebrows, turning to face her. I was clearly lost...

"His hand, Y/n! His hand touched your boob!" She smiled, shacking me when she said that last sentence.

"Wait- did you plan this!" I said, clearly upset. "Leah! How many times do I have to tell you!" My eyes started watering as I got up.

"I didn't want your hel- uh... I-huh..." I rubbed my eyes, trying to wipe away the tears. I couldn't even look at her. "I-ha... I just-" I kept hiccupping, which irritated me.

"Y/n..."

I took a deep breath. "I just wished you left it alone! I wished you stopped putting me- in these embarrassing moments!" I cried out. "I'm not like you, Leah! I don't see everything like it's a movie!" I said, and then I ran off.

"Y/n wait-!" She yelled, trying to get up, but she lost me in the crowd.

God, I seriously hope that group of kids won't post that video of me crying... I already embarrassed myself enough today.

I was currently curled up on the bathroom floor. My tears stopped, but I didn't feel like moving. I just sat there... I didn't even bother whipping away the tear stains on my cheeks. I just quivered there pathetically.

"Oh, Y/n- it's okay." Connie said as she rubbed my back, clearly trying to comfort me.

"Okay- OKAY! That was a DISASTER! The ENTIRE GRADE saw Y/n CRY!" Tito yelled as they buzzed all around my head. Connie tried swatting it away but failed. "What's worse was that people were videoing her! No- wait! What if Judd sees that video! He's going to think we're a CRYBABY!!!" Tito multiplied even more.

"Oh, who CARES!" Yelled the hate worm. "Right now, we should be focusing on the one person who caused this he*l for us!"

"Oh, please!" Connie rolled her eyes. "Leah was only trying to help!"

Meanwhile, I just sat there. I held onto my knees as I hid my face.

"Shush now! All of you.~" Said the big fat cat... She wrapped around my body and purred. "Oh, Y/n. I told you to give up early on- it's a shame you didn't listen..." She continued to purr...

I didn't bother moving at all. I didn't say anything or do anything as they all rambled on.

"Oh dear..." Connie muttered.

***Leah's Pov***

Oh god- oh god! This is my fault! I got up as Y/n was completely out of my sight now... "WHAT THE HE*L ARE YOU ALL STILL DOING HERE!" I screamed out my frustration. After that, people started scrambling.

I quickly ran in the direction Y/n went. I tried looking for her everywhere, but I couldn't find her... and then I heard some muffling. It was coming from the end of the hallway- through that bathroom door.

I walked up to it slowly. "Y/n? Are you in there?" I knocked gently.

-No response-

"Okay- you don't have to respond. But if that's you in there- I. Am. So. Sorry." I said in a breathy tone. "I didn't mean for this to happen- I just..." I took a breath.

"Look. You were right. I should have just dropped it. I don't know what came over me... I'm. So. Sorry."

I closed my eyes and rested my forehead on the door. "I'm sorry for being such a sh*ty friend... I just really wanted for you and my brother to end up together- and now that I'm saying it out loud, it sounds wrong."

I turned around and leaned my back against the door- slowly slipping down to the floor. "You don't have to forgive me right away... But I really. Really! Hope we can stay friends." My eyes started watering at that point. "I promise... I'll- I'll back off." I started struggling with my words as the tears started falling down my cheek.

Then suddenly, the door behind me opened, causing me to fall. I looked up to see Y/n. My heart aches to see her in that state. I got up on my fours and crawled my way towards her, cuddling her as she went back to her sitting position.

We sat like that for a while until someone interrupted us.

***Judd's Pov***

"Yo dipshits. Got out of the bathroom, I gotta take a piss-" I stopped talking the moment I realized it was my little sister and her best friend. They both looked like they were crying.

What a shi*ty day.

"The he*l's wrong?" I said with a softer tone- hey, don't look at me like that! I'm not a monster...

I kneeled down towards them. I pushed my sister's bangs out of her eyes. I looked towards her in hopes she would get the cue and start explaining. She just shook her head lightly, then closed her eyes again, tightening her grip on Y/n.

"Tch." I got up and left.

"What the he*l are you doing! Y/n clearly needs you right now!"

Great... That stupid love bug appeared... What better timing. I thought sarcastically. I tightened my fists as I 'walked' downstairs.

"Dame Judd, what's wrong with yo-" Before that mistake named 'Nick' could finish his sentence, I pushed his ugly face out of my way.

"Get out of my way, disabled fu*k."

He ended up stubbing down the stairs. I just laughed. I heard his whining through the first-floor bathroom walls- it made me feel a little better.

Then my stupid parents showed up.

"What- happened here?" My mom said.

"Ughhh." Nick couldn't even walk straight... He must have drank too much of that pink baby sh*t. Tch- reminds me of my first time when I got drunk... Oh- good times- good times.

I then walked upstairs towards my room. I figured thoughts two would be done sulking by now... But nope, they were still there. It... Kinda sucked.

I sighed. I walked towards them.

"Hey- get up," I demanded.

-no response-

I rolled my eyes, grabbing them both. My heart ached when I saw Y/n's face... "Look, you both can't stay in here forever..." A moment of silence passed as they both just stared at the ground.

"Tch. Come on."

Leah looked up at me. "Where are we going?"

"Someplace, where you shi*s would stop feeling so- shi*ty..."

***Leah's Pov***

I smiled a little... It was nice to know that my brother cared... But then I looked at Y/n... She didn't even react. I don't even think she heard what he said.

He just dragged us both to his car, but when we got to the front door, I stopped him.

He looked back at me as he still held Y/n's wrist.

I looked down. "I'm fine... If anything- you should take Y/n."

"Yeah, well-" He paused for a moment. "Isn't that kind of your job- yeah, now. As her best friend and sh*t?"

"Trust me... She'll feel better with you..." I rubbed my arm.

"Whatever." The he left with her.

***Mori's Pov***

"Alright, man! Maybe we can turn this day around by having a wicked night with Y/n, yeah!?" I said, trying to cheer my buddy up. "You could even pretend it's a date! Like you always wanted-"

"Tch."

I stopped. If you were his hormone monster for as long as I was... You'd understand what that meant.

Time skip!~

***Y/n's Pov***

I looked up to see that he stopped in front of an abandoned building... Not creepy at all...

"Get out of the car," Judd said.

I did as he said and got out. My head still hanging low.

"Ohh god- he's gonna leave you here..." Said Tito. "He's- he's- HE'S GONNA LEAVE YOU HEAR TO DIE!"

My eyes started watering at the thought.

"Hey." Judd pulled my chin up so I'd face him. "Quite crying." He said in a softer tone.

Then he grabbed me and started walking inside.

We went a little deeper into the building, climbing a few stairs and going under this hole... Then there it was.

It was an okay-sized room... There were pillows and blankets everywhere. There was a bowl of raccoon food on the side and a lot of pictures... They looked like they were hand-drawn. I smiled at the one with- what I think was a raccoon? Surprisingly enough, this room was quite colorful due to the hanging blankets- acting like a roof so the actual roof wouldn't drop nasty dirt at us. And the fairy light... I didn't think he was the type of guy to use fairy lights to light up a room... Candles, at least.

"Wha-" I whipped my eyes. "What is this place?" I asked.

Judd sat down on what I assumed was a mattress. He was touching the wall... It looked like it had a lot of stab marks on it. "It's where I go when I feel like sh*t." He said, then he got up to grab a bottle of Jack out of the mini-fridge. "Don't say anything to Leah or your friends. I don't need any of them knowing about this place." He said with a slightly more threatening voice.

I simply nodded as he sat back down on the mattress and he pushed his knees closer to his chest. He cocked his head to the side, indicating me to sit next to him- I did.

"Want some?" He offered in a calming tone. I just nodded. No thanks. I thought.

"Suit yourself." He said, swinging his drink around lightly then proceeding to take a sip. We sat there in silence like that for a few good minutes.

It wasn't even uncomfortable. Until he broke the silence.

"So." He said, swinging his drink around lightly once again. "Do you- like... Like me or something?"

My heart started pounding once again. I looked at him- he wasn't looking at me. He simply just took another sip...... More like- he drank it all in one gulp...

He whipped his mouth. "Well?" He asked, looking down at his now empty bottle of Jack.

"I- uh..." I stuttered. "I- um..." My face felt like it was on fire. I didn't know what to do. I was too scared to say anything.

He sighed. Then he turned around to stare at the beaten wall... "I like you... You know."

My eyes widened at what he just said... Could I be hearing things or something!?!? I mean... I must be right!?!?

My heart was pounding way faster now. Then he turned around a little too quick. I scoot back a little.

He looked at me- "Say something, dipsh*t!"

Oh right... Well, here goes- well, everything.

"I-" I took a moment and to inhale some air. "I like you too!" I said as I shut my eyes as tightly as I could...

-no response-

For a moment, I started to think that he might have left, but then, suddenly, I felt something warm touching my cheek... His hands. It felt like his hands... He was pulling my face, and when I opened my eyes- his face was so close! His eyes were closed, and he kept pulling. I completely froze as he, Judd Birch, KISSED ME ON. THE. LIPPPPSS!

My mind was going haywire! As my love bug was flying everywhere, giggling and smiling, glowing as bright as the sun.

I didn't even realize that Judd pulled away- "What's wrong?" He muttered.

Sh*t. I didn't even realize I wasn't kissing him back- "N-nothing."

"Don't lie-" He said, but I interrupted him by kissing him.

"Don't overthink it." I smiled slightly at him. "I feel better now. Thank you." I spoke as I hugged him, resting my head on his shoulder. He placed a hand around me- hugging me back.

A/n

Oops- I didn't mean to make it this long- lol 😅 Not going to lie though; it was really fun writing this. I might actually make more fanfics for him too... 🤔😊 Anyway, sorry if some of the characters were out of character- overall, I hope you guys enjoyed it!

#judd birch #big mouth #leah birch #nick birch #judd birch x reader #big mouth fandom #big mouth fanfiction #judd birch x shy reader #judd birch x female reader #fanfic #oneshot #drama #alcohol #teenage love #crush #crush imagines #teasing #kissing #mutual feelings #bff

[gojosnympho]

f*ck around, find out - k.hj

pairing: hongjoong x black!fem!reader

genre: smut, non-idol!au

word count: 1.2k

content warnings: established relationship, use of the n word (i was feeling spicy), allusions to cheating (but nobody’s cheating), manhandling, degradation (fem receiving), name calling, unprotected sex (don’t), the slightest bit of praise, possessive joong (bc i’m mentally ill), squirting, he’s a little mean i won’t lie

synopsis: a little joke you tell your boyfriend goes south.

author’s note: this one is definitely not my best work but i hope you enjoy it anyway! 🥰

he walked by the bedroom to see you sitting in front of your vanity all done up. makeup done. hair done. outfit showing off that body. he entered the room, leaning against the wall opposite of you, arms crossed over his chest. he watched as you put the finishing touches on your outfit, your earrings and the gold cartier love bracelet he got you for christmas. you spritzed some perfume on yourself which finally had hongjoong asking you the burning question.

“where are you going?”

“to my other nigga’s house.” you replied and he couldn’t help it when a scoff left his mouth.

“excuse me?” he asked you

“to my other nigga’s house.” you repeated as you buckled your shoes. you turned to look at him and the look on his face had you laughing. a deep belly laugh that you had you hunched over. “god joong i’m fucking with you! i’m going out with my girls.”

“that shit’s not funny, ____.” he said and you pouted at him. he was such a big baby sometimes.

“i’m sorry, baby. you know you’re the only man i’d ever let fuck me.” you told him, looking at him through your lashes that he paid for earlier this week.

“i’m the only one?” he asked, stalking toward you. you were still sat at your vanity, one of your smooth brown legs crossed over the other. you had your hands folded in your lap when he came to kneel in front of you.

“you’re the only one, joong. i promise.” you pushed his bangs away from his face to look at him. that look of lust in his eyes.

“i’m the only one?” he repeated when his hand trailed up your thigh.

“i have to leave soon.” you said and hongjoong scoffed again, pulling you up from your vanity’s stool and manhandling you to where you were sitting on top of your vanity; not caring that you still had makeup products scattered on it. your back was pressed against the cold mirror, it made you shiver.

both of your breaths were ragged and quick. he grabbed both of your thick thighs in his hands and pulled your legs apart. he situated himself between them and smiled at the way you watched him in anticipation. he hooked his finger under your chin, tilting your head up so you were staring directly into his eyes.

“you think you can just fuck with me and leave? have me thinking some other asshole is fucking you?” he said and when you dared to look away from him he gripped your chin tighter. “answer me.”

“i said i was sorry, joong.” you said and joong tsked at you.

he pulled your skirt up to see the wet patch on your panties. you would never admit it but you loved when he got all angry and when he manhandled you and had his way with you. but what’s understood doesn’t need to be explained.

“you like this?” he asked and you didn’t answer him so he grabbed your face in his hand. “i think you do. i think you like it when i treat you like a bitch.”

you couldn’t deny the way your pussy gushed in arousal. hongjoong let your face go and you sighed in relief. your heart was beating out of your chest now as you awaited his next move.

“before i go any further, do you wanna stop?” he asked you, and you shook your head no so vigorously hongjoong couldn’t help but to laugh. he pulled his sweats and his briefs down in one go and then pulled your underwear to the side. he ran his fingers through your wet folds earning a moan from you.

“i don’t even have to prep you.” he teased you pulling his fingers from between your legs and showing you the way they glistened in the light. he brought the two digits to his lips to lick your juices off of them.

he kissed you so deeply and so gently, letting you taste yourself on his lips. he pulled you to the edge of the vanity and spread your legs as far as they could go.

“don’t make a mess.” you told him as he lined himself up.

“shut up.” he replied, that angry demeanor returning just as quickly as it went away. he stuffed all of himself inside of you in one go. you cried out, fisting his black t-shirt in your hands. he pulled all the way back out and rammed back into you making some of your makeup fall to the wooden floor beneath you.

from there hongjoong set a nasty pace, knocking your vanity against the wall with each thrust and making your makeup fall to the ground.

“ohhh shit!” you cried out when you felt him push against your g-spot over and over again. your eyes were rolled into the back of your head while he used you and you loved every second of it.

hongjoong gripped your face in his hand again, forcing you to look at him while he pounded into you. “you gonna give my pussy away?” he asked and you shook your head no as much as you could. “that’s a good girl. you’re mine, right?”

“y-yes joong. i’m yours i promise. ‘m sorry. ‘m so sorry.” you babbled out. tears were spilling down your cheeks and ruining everything you did to get ready to go out with your friends. but hongjoong didn’t care.

“are you gonna fuck with me again?” he asked you hand still squeezing your cheeks together, punctuating every word with a hard thrust that almost made you cum all over him. you shook your head again. hongjoong gave you a sadistic smile. “you fuck with me again and i’ll make sure your little ass can’t walk for a week.”

you threw your head back with a loud gasp while he continued to fuck you like an animal.

“fuck i’m gonna—!” it happened before you could say anything. you clenched around him and arched your back as you squirted all over him with a soundless scream. it was so unexpected and so sudden even hongjoong had to stop for a second, his grip on your face loosened.

“did you just fucking squirt?” he asked you in disbelief looking at the puddle left on your vanity and the way both of your clothes were soaked in your juices.

“yes. felt so good.” you said, hazy from your sudden orgasm. hongjoong leaned down to place a deep kiss on your lips. he was so fucking depraved when it came to you. with his lips still on yours he started to fuck you again and you whimpered against his lips.

“you’re such a dirty little bitch. squirting all over me, letting me fuck you like this.” he said to you, his lips still against yours. you could feel his dick pulsing inside of you almost close to cumming.

“i’m yours, remember?” you asked him breathlessly half completely fucked out and half teasing. that’s all it took for hongjoong to spill inside of you, kissing you while he did.

“looks like i made a mess.” he said looking at you with his own hazy eyes. your hair was fucked and your makeup was even worse. your makeup products were all scattered on the floor from your little sexscapade. you glared at him, poking him in the chest until he pulled out of you.

“you’re an asshole.” you said to the man who was tucking himself back in his briefs and sweats.

“you started it, baby. next time you’ll know not to fuck with me.”

#ten writes 🧚🏾‍♀️ #kpop x black reader #hongjoong smut #ateez smut #ateez x black reader #hongjoong x black reader #kim hongjoong smut #kim hongjoong x black reader #hongjoong x reader #kim hongjoong x reader #ateez x reader #khj smut

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐁*𝐓𝐂𝐇 ; 𝐆𝐔𝐍-𝐖𝐎𝐎 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐕. 𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 '𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑.

summary: sometimes it's hard to deal with how fast the night changes... and how memories are used and coming back again and again.

wordcount: 5.096k (i got carried away, but it felt right to write this much uwu)

tw: swearing, angst (bad memories), crying, anxiety (attack?), badly written anxiety rambling, blood, otherwise than that it's fluff and comfort

author's note: nothing, just enjoy it girlies <3

part 1 part 2 part 3 playlist!!

on the way to the bookstore, the trio was silent. woo-jin sat beside gun-woo, y/n sat opposite them. whenever the girl looked at one of them, they looked away. fiddling with her fingers, she also looked out the bus’ window. were they really bad for intervening when yang jae-myeong and his gang beat that man? yeah, because they fucked up the plan. but at the same time… y/n didn’t feel actual guilt. everytime she got into danger when she was little, her father didn’t beat her and said that if she ever gets into trouble like that, he’ll beat her. he always said that it’s alright if someone’s alive. that’s what's important. they can think about the other problems later. 

tonight, they saved a man’s life. sure, the plan was blown, but they can always make new ones. 

otherwise, should they let the homeless man die? maybe hyeon-ju is good at stalking and good with the stuff she did until now, but she never got into this situation. 

getting off of the bus, they only looked at each other. before they could go down to the bookstore, y/n stopped them, taking off the mask. 

“listen, guys… maybe it wasn’t a good idea to do this. and since the two of you are in need of money, and i’m the new one, if hyeon-ju wants to kick you two out, i’m gonna say that this was my idea.”

“you can’t do this. this is your purpose just the same as ours!” woo-jin protested. y/n shrugged her shoulders. 

“i will find another way. it was too good to be true anyways. your jobs are more important.” 

“we’ll figure it out, don’t worry.” gun-woo replied, as they get in. 

before they stepped in on the door, y/n muttered. 

“let things be as they should be.” 

hyeon-ju was fuming, as she thought. she tried not to become pissed too fast, but she didn’t know what the other girl’s first words would be. as she sat on the couch, she didn’t even let them get into place. 

“don’t sit. this will be quick.” she said as woo-jin tried to pull out the chair. y/n gulped. “did you fight him?” 

“it was unavoidable.” woo-jin replied. 

“we can’t work together. what? isn’t it obvious?” she continued, when the three looked at each other. 

“we gave you a sincere apology.” 

“i don’t need an apology!” hyeon-ju snapped. 

“but that man needed an ambulance.” said y/n, leaning on one of the shelves. hyeon-ju looked at her, then at the boys again. she stood up. 

“yang jae-myeong saw your faces, didn’t he? my plan was to tail him and gather evidence quietly. now, that he knows someone is following his tail, he’ll lie low. therefore, my plan is ruined!” 

“we wore caps and masks, he couldn't have seen our faces.” 

“right, since you covered your face, there’s no way he’d recognize you.” hyeon-ju’s tone was sneaking higher and higher with malice. “since this shitty hair was covered, he wouldn't recognize you!” hyeon-ju touched woo-jin’s hair. okay, his hair was a little unruly, but it fitted him well. “and y/n’s unusual hair! fuck, i’d recognize you from a mile away!” 

y/n scratched her eyebrows, trying to smooth the wrinkles on her forehead. 

“what are you doing? get out.” 

hearing these words, she pushed herself away from the wood. “listen, hyeon-ju, it was my idea. you can kick me out, but not them.” 

“oh, so you’re protecting them now? or what the fuck?” 

“i’m saying… that when the gang was beating that guy, it was my idea that we should protect him. i was the one who said that we would go there, and i was the one who kicked out the knife from yang jae-myeong’s hand.” she pursued, as she walked in front of the girl. her expressions held no anger, no hatred. it just held simplicity. 

“and what should i do with this information?” hyeon-ju growled. 

“seriously, i don’t know. do what you want, i don’t want to tell you, because you probably wouldn’t listen to me. but you also can’t forget that this was our first mission. at every mission, mistakes are almost common. we can always make other plans. not to mention that gun-woo, woo-jin and i never did shit like this, and you weren’t there, so you can’t judge the situation just because you think we are losers.” 

there was silence for a couple of seconds. y/n tried to hope that she would think about what she said, but the response was simply cruel. 

“the loss of your father, or your hope for revenge did this with you to say this?” 

the air in her throat stopped. her pupils dilated, and felt like those words got her heart into a fist. licking her lips, she didn’t know what to say. this was her biggest secret, and this girl just bragged about it like it was some simple topic like the weather. she didn’t want to look at woo-jin, especially not gun-woo, and felt like the ceiling of the bookstore’s gonna fall on her. she tried not to breath heavily, tried not to get tears into her eyes. and she didn’t want anyone to know about this. hell, nobody even knows this except for sir choi and his father’s friends. breathing in, trying to calm herself, she didn’t want to be here anymore. she didn’t want to be in a place where the biggest loss of her life was turned against her. smiling sadly and in the way disgraced people did it, she bit her lip, then let it go. 

“you know what, hyeon-ju? you have no right to dig into my past, under any circumstances. i tried to be kind and helpful to you, but i’m not gonna mince words, so it’s good for you if you know that after this, you deserve everything if your plan doesn’t work out.” 

when she was done, she threw onto the couch the hat that was given to her. storming out, gun-woo tried to stop her, but she softly pulled his hand away. 

y/n walked out hurriedly, wiping the tears away, not giving them the chance to run out. how could she do this? how could she use this against her? her memories were coming back to her. blood. fear. slicing sounds through meat. through organs. through the heart. through the mattress she lied under, the edge of the sword stopped right above her chest. gathering wetness of the blood, dark red pools crossing each other, becoming one big puddle. some of the blood dropping on her nose, her face, her eyelids. 

“no… no, no, no, no…” she whispered, holding her face in the hope that there won’t be more and more new ones. she had no right to do this. she had no right. she was cruel, she was evil, she wanted to get under her skin and she let her! but how could she not? 

[ 𝐆𝐔𝐍-𝐖𝐎𝐎'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ]

after telling hyeon-ju what he wanted to say, he and woo-jin stepped out of the door. he worried about his job, the hundred million won loan that he took, and how he’s gonna pay it back, his mother, and the whole smile capital thing. he was tired and hungry, and y/n was there too beside his concerns. her words echoed in his head. 

“i’ll find some other place. don’t worry too much.” woo-jin’s words were loud in the silent hallway. 

“i’m sorry… i couldn’t hold back.” he said as woo-jin hugged him with one arm. 

“you held back better than i did. and how y/n did. nevertheless, maybe i'd have lashed out too if hyeon-ju pointed out the vulnerable parts of my life.” 

“i don’t know why she had to do this. y/n even assumed that she was the one who ruined the plan. she lied for us…”

“i don’t know man, i don’t understand girls. but y/n were harsh too. even if you can save our job, hyeon-ju is sure as hell won’t call y/n back.” 

“you think?” gun-woo asked. woo-jin tiredly sighed. 

“i guess so. are you hungry? let’s go to this hangover soup place i know. oh, wait a second” he took of his arm from gun-woo’s shoulder. “, it’s probably closed because of covid. it’s past ten.” 

gun-woo’s stomach churned. it hurt damn much. it was afternoon when they ate, but so much has happened since then. 

“that just made me more hungry.” he said, bending a little bit to ease the ache in his tummy. 

“i forgot.” 

“my stomach hurts,” he told woo-jin. 

“hey, it’s not my fault they’re closed because of covid.”

“but it’s your fault for bringing it up.” 

“you couldn’t hold yourself back with hyeon-ju just now!”

“you said that i did a good job.” gun-woo disagreed. 

“i said that because you were moping like a loser!” 

“i wasn't moping like a loser!” 

woo-jin’s expression began to crease. 

“i wasn’t moping like a loser”, he babbled. clearly wanted to imitate gun-woo. 

“what are you doing now?” 

i’m imitating you, loser.” woo-jin replied as he continued to babble. “man, i’m hungry. my stomach hurts.” it hurt gun-woo more than hunger. 

“wow… you’re so ugly.” 

“how could you joke like that?” 

“what? i wasn’t joking. i’m being serious.” 

before woo-jin could argue longer, they heard soft sniffles. 

“did you hear that too?” gun-woo asked. woo-jin nodded, as they tried to look into the direction of the noise. it was dark, and they saw nobody. “what if it’s y/n?” 

“let’s get a look.” woo-jin muttered, as they began to follow the sound. it was truly y/n, sitting on a bench, her shoulders shaking, hugging herself. every cry was louder than the other. gun-woo looked at woo-jin, and without a word, they understood each other. stepping slowly closer to her, when gun-woo was at the other end of the bench, he softly asked. 

“is everything okay, y/n?” 

“idiot, she just cries out her soul!” woo-jin scolded him, and y/n slowly shook her head. she seemed so vulnerable. nothing like he know before this. she wasn’t the girl who stood proudly, she wasn’t the cool bartender, she wasn’t the girl who wanted to punch woo-jin the first time they met. she was little and hurt. it was hard to miss that her whole body was quivering, her hands before her face. sitting beside her, he tried to touch her, but didn’t know where to do it. hands? she would be too scared. back? it’s pressed to the back of the bench. it was easier to hug her body. gun-woo gulped, and at a slow pace, he reached his arm around her, pulling her into his embrace. without a word, y/n leaned into his chest, laying her hands on his chest beside her face, trying to wipe her tears. she was warm, and her hair softly brushed to gun-woo’s chin. her soft, but fast breaths fanned against his jacket. 

“i’m… i’m so sorry, i’m sorry… i fucked up, i’m the cause of your failure… i, i didn’t want that, i’m so sorry, i didn’t want to mess up…” she hyperventilated, sometimes pressing her lips together to suppress the whines that escaped her mouth. 

“it’s okay, y/n. it’s okay. don’t worry.” 

“no, it’s not… it’s not okay… i’m sorry i got angry, i’m sorry for what i said and what i did… i…” y/n’s voice got hoarse, she was repeating the same sentences again. “...i just got scared that she knows about it, i was scared that she’s gonna use it against me… i just felt so horrible, i’m so sorry…” 

gun-woo peered at woo-jin. what to do now? 

“you don’t have to be sorry about anything. you said those things because… you felt like you had to say them. i don’t know what happened to you, but me and woo-jin gonna help you. right, woo-jin?” 

“yes, absolutely.” woo-jin seemed to be a little bit… scared? for a couple of minutes, they sat in silence. y/n’s fast breaths began to slow down, and her body wasn’t trembling that hard now.

“i’m sorry for everything i said… you just wanted to help.”

“y/n, don’t worry about this. really. we’re gonna figure out something. i am sure about it, and i know that you are too.”

the girl slowly breathed in, looking up at him. some tears were dried on her face, the mascara was running low to her lips; even down to her neck. her lips were chapped from the bites, some locks of her hair were sticking to her face. wiping her eyes to see clear, she nodded. 

“thank you, gun-woo. i’m sorry but i have to go now… work doesn’t make an exception for girls who chase criminals at night.” 

when she stood up, gun-woo knew that he didn’t want her to go home alone. sure she was a good fighter, but in this state, even a hit on the head could knock her out. not to say that they were far away from yeongsan. 

“can we escort you home? it’s dangerous to go alone, and you sure are hungry.” 

y/n nodded, and when she held gun-woo’s hand to pull him up, the boy’s stomach grumbled. 

“are you two hungry? we can go to mine, i have some instant noodles.” 

“no, we don’t… we wanted to eat somewhere anyway.”

looking at her phone, y/n huffed. 

“everything’s closed, gun-woo. it’s past ten.” 

“that’s what i was telling him too!” woo-jin said, y/n let out a little giggle. 

“let’s go to mine. come on, i’m hungry, you’re hungry, we’re all hungry.” 

[ 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏 ]

arriving to y/n’s rent, it was peaceful. she lived on the eighth floor, the highest level of the row house. it had a little terrace, only to place some plants on the floor and to smoke a cigarette while standing. the living room was smaller than in gun-woo’s apartment, there was only two doors, one for the restroom, one for the bedroom. the walls were filled with photos and plants, and some weird clocks. 

“your house is very cool, y/n!” woo-jin said as y/n locked the door. 

“thanks. it was a pain in the ass to convince my landlord to have some plants here. sit down, watch some tv while i make the food, okay? make yourself comfortable!” she replied as she took off her shoes, going to the kitchen. picking out leftover kimchi from the fridge, she searched for the ramen in the lower drawer on the left. 

“can i help?” gun-woo asked from aside, while y/n picked out four packs of noodles. 

“only if you want. do you prefer not spicy, medium spicy or very spicy?” she asked, as she showed them the flavors. 

“it doesn’t matter. but i like medium spicy most.” he said, making y/n smile. 

“then medium spicy it is. can you give me the wooden spoon? it’s on the right side, above the bigger drawers.” 

“sure,” gun-woo said as he placed it on the counter. 

“do you want anything? go back and watch tv! it will be ready in minutes.” y/n said to him. gun-woo leaned to the counter. 

“i just want to help you. it’s you, inviting us dinner after all.”

“it’s nothing. i don’t have guests that often. it’s good to have someone here, to fill up the rooms with life. salt, please, above you.” 

“i don’t have many friends either. i mean, i don’t know how many friends you have… but i’m not a wordsmith.”

“you don’t have to talk much to have friends. friendships aren’t about talking. it’s about trust and the peaceful understanding of each other. it doesn’t have to be loud. my love for my parents wasn't loud either.” the girl replied as she began to stir the noodles. 

just as holding her hand, gun-woo found comfort in her words. only if she knew that he thinks the same way. maybe that’s why he wasn’t good with his ex-girlfriend. she always wanted loud confessions and high volume dates and occasions, and he couldn’t give it to her. for a long time, he thought that he was wrong for not stepping out from his shell. he already felt these things that y/n said, but never could form it into words so good like her. 

“you are too good with words.” he said, getting y/n knitted eyebrows. 

“me? how so?” 

“you don’t talk too much, but you always say something that has a meaning. of course i like woo-jin, he talks a lot and makes good jokes. i feel like he can speak on my behalf too, and this makes things easier.” 

“did you get to know him in the marine?” 

“no, after a championship. he lost against me, and i invited him to eat. then it turned out that we both served in the marine. it was before my mother assumed the loan.”

“i get it.” y/n said, then tilting her head, she leaned to the counter. “you don’t have to answer this question, but what is that band-aid on your face?” 

“oh, this?” gun-woo asked, and maybe, he blushed a little bit. “it’s… an injury that the boss of the smile capital gave me.” he began to uncover the scar. y/n’s lips tightened. 

“oh my sweet jesus… how did he do this?” she muttered as she looked at it.  

“at one night, i was talking to my mother on the phone. i wanted to help her close the coffee shop she owns, but when she called me, her voice was frightened and scared. she asked me where i am, and that some strange men were standing outside. when she tried to say something, the glass of the coffee shop was broken with a brick, and she began to scream. she was so scared… i’ve never seen her so scared. i ran to her, and fought the guys who destroyed the place. then… that man came, and another… he was stronger than anybody else i ever knew. he was like a mountain, stronger, taller. he beat me up real bad. and then, the president of smile capital crouched over me, and… well, he did this to my face. he has one, too.”

“one what?” 

“a scar like this.” 

“oh, yeah, i get it… it’s horrible. it’s so fucked up they beat up little men to get stronger. they should make a pass with the same weighted groups as them.” y/n whispered. “does it hurt?” she looked from closer, reaching out her fingers to imagine how it could feel under her touch. gun-woo gulped and shook his head. 

“no. only a little, when i touch it.” y/n pulled back her hand. the boiled water behind them almost ran out from the pot, making y/n jump back, turning around. “oh, shit, the noodles! okay, they’re not so spongy… woo-jin, come! dinner is ready!” 

after setting the table, during dinner, the trio barely talked to each other, mostly complimenting the food y/n made. she told them again and again that it’s just instant food, but the guys ate like they haven't been eating for three days. boys, y/n thought as she saw gun-woo pushing another big bite into his mouth. his cheeks puffed out as he chewed the noodle. y/n smiled, and got back to eating. after finishing the food, they helped to clean the table and packed the dirty bowls into the washing machine. 

gun-woo stepped to the door to put on his shoes. he looked on the clock, it was almost midnight. oh no… the buses weren’t working anymore today, the earliest time is three a.m. how could he ask y/n to sleep here? and woo-jin? they only agreed about dinner, not sleeping here! 

“oh, shit! look at the time!” thanks, woo-jin, he thought as he stepped beside him. “i live over the bridge, it’s at least an hour to get home…”

“woo-jin, we can’t take advantage of y/n’s hospitality. you’ll survive the little walk.” 

“but i’m soooo tired…” he yawned, and this time, he was right. gun-woo also had to suppress a yawn several times as he ate. 

“yeah, me too… but it’s not that we agreed on.” he whispered, as he continued to pick up his other shoe. when he wanted to open the door, y/n appeared beside the hallway wall. 

“what are you doing?” she asked, and she yawned too. 

“going home…?” gun-woo said, looking and woo-jin. y/n shook her head. 

“but the buses aren’t working today anymore… shit, it’s almost midnight?” she almost repeated woo-jin’s words. 

“yeah… but we’re gonna walk a little bit.” 

“if you walk home, you’re not gonna get home even at two in the morning.” y/n told them, scratching her neck. “i don’t want to tell you what to do, but… if you're just the same as me, then sleep here. i won’t mind.” 

woo-jin looked at gun-woo, smiling a little bit. 

“okay, then… we’re sleeping here, if you really, really don’t mind.” 

y/n shook her head. 

“i’ll get you two towels. i’m showering first!” 

getting out from his shoes again, gun-woo looked at woo-jin. 

“the couch is mine.” the other stated, making gun-woo protest immediately. 

“no, no! we’re both sleeping on the couch!” woo-jin sighed, and made gun-woo sit down on the couch. he looked like he’s gonna give a speech to him, like a proud father. 

“listen, gun-woo… i think you haven’t been in situations like these. when you get to know a girl, you gon dates with her, doing cute things, speaking about things she likes, or you just listen to her. because girls like to brag about anything! they love to hear their own voice.” 

“but y/n doesn’t brag. and she’s not into me, and… i don’t want to take advantage of her. she does it because she has a good heart. she could easily kick us out to the streets.” 

“no, no, no! you don’t get what i talk about! y/n wants us… wants you to stay because she likes you!” 

“okay, but that doesn’t mean that we gotta do anything. she’s also vulnerable, don’t you remember how she cried? i don’t want to disturb her feelings with this.”

“i didn’t say that you have to have sex with her! i just said, that… maybe if you said some reassuring words to her… and give her comfort… she’d feel that you are the one for him.” 

“i did this too earlier, without any secret motive.” gun-woo replied. he was confused, does anyone have to do this in the favor of getting something? gross. woo-jin rolled his eyes. 

“damn, you are too good with people. just don’t be a nice guy, but you have an awesome face, so it won’t be a problem. then just do the same things you did before, and everything will be fine. not to mention that it was so sloppy when you held hands, like in some movie!” 

“i don’t know why i did it! but i surely wouldn't hold your hand, if you sleep calmer with this information.” gun-woo replied. 

“okay, i’m relieved. but still, if things are going the right way… y/n sure has protection. and don’t do it too loud!” woo-jin laughed as he slapped gun-woo’s shoulder. 

“did i tell you that you are sloppy and cheeky sometimes? or do you already know it?” he asked with a bored face. 

“it hurt a little bit. but you were savage now! i liked it. keep it up! fighting!” 

yeah, fighting. fighting for not getting a heart attack from sleeping near to y/n. 

[ 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏 ]

after showering, gun-woo wore the same clothes he wore today. he waited for y/n to turn up, and she did, with a headband on his hair. she jumped a little bit when she noticed him. 

“oh, gun-woo, you almost scared me! what’s up?” she asked as she hung her towel, picking out a tube from the top of her drawer. sitting to the mirror, she began to cream her face. 

“woo-jin… said that he doesn’t like to sleep with somebody else beside him. so… if you could give me some blankets, then i’d sleep on the floor in the living room.” 

y/n looked at him, half of her was white. gun-woo imagined that what if that’s what he could see every night… if they lived together. he slapped himself in his mind, don’t do this now! she’s just a good friend. and she’s still vulnerable. 

“are you crazy?” 

“no… i’m not. why?” 

“sleeping on the floor will give you sore muscles. uhm, i don’t know… maybe we could sleep together in my bed?” she offered. gun-woo hoped that his face wasn’t as red as a tomato. 

“no, i… i just sleep on the floor… don’t worry, you are already so kind for letting us sleep here.” 

“gun-woo, i don’t want to press you into anything, but after this day, i think we all deserve to sleep somewhere comfy. and look, my bed is big enough!” she said as she pointed to the bed. gun-woo looked around the room; there were pictures on the wall as in the hallway and the living room, and some personal stuff like her brush, some make-up stuff or a couple of little mirrors stood on the drawer. her bed was really big, it almost covered the rear side of the room, with a window on the side. it was lovely. 

“okay, if that’s really alright with you… but wake me up anytime at night if you don’t want me to sleep here.” 

y/n smiled and nodded. 

“okay.” 

getting into bed, gun-woo offered to sleep on the inner side, just in case if y/n wanted to get some water or anything else. as they laid down, y/n’s face was in front of him. his heart was hammering in his chest. he didn’t even remember when he was this close to somebody, and y/n was beautiful. simply beautiful, without makeup too. her face was calm, and she was softly breathing. in the dark, he only could make out the lines of her expressions. 

“y/n?” 

“yeah?” 

“i’m sorry for what hyeon-ju said today. and i hope that you are okay now.” 

“don’t worry, i’m fine. sometimes memories come back, but i’m kinda used to it. it was good when you hugged me. it calmed me down much earlier. thank you.” 

“you don’t need to thank me.” 

“but i have to. i’m glad that i’ve met you and woo-jin. it’s the best thing that has happened to me in a long time.” 

“seriously? you seemed so cool when we first saw you. like you didn’t need anybody to live your life.” 

“just because i don’t express emotions… well, i think i needed some new things. but that’s my problem, sometimes i don’t even know what i feel. it’s easier to feel nothing than to be overwhelmed by ignorance. but wait, what did you think about me when we first met?” 

“why do you ask that?” 

“i don’t know. it’s interesting to me what people think about me first.” 

“okay… well, you seemed to be the coolest girl i’ve ever known. you seemed powerful, and though. somebody who i wanted to know but if i didn’t have the motivation or the cause, i’ve never dared to accost. and you seemed mysterious. i don’t know why, but when you talked about the things you live through everyday, i knew that you know more than me or woo-jin, or anybody else in our generation about life. you see people wither, you see their pain… and you continue to work there. i know you surely could get another job if you wanted, but… i think you need this pain.” 

“for what?”

“to suppress another one. i’m sorry, i didn’t want to bring it up again. it’s just a guess.” 

“that’s fine, i won’t cry anymore tonight. it was just weird for me, to hear these things from a mere stranger.” 

“i know. it would be hard for anyone. and… what was i like when you first saw me?” 

“oh, so you’re curious now… i like this. well, well… where to begin… i thought you were loyal and brave. braver than anyone. and the way you talked or bent in front of me showed me that you had respect for everyone. and a good heart. the way you talked, it was calm, but on the other side, you seemed digressive and someone who was riddled with desire to act. to do something, to solve problems. you have a kind of fire in your heart, and that fire burns through everything. that makes you unstoppable. and i see these attributes in you now too.” 

gun-woo smiled with full lips, he hoped that y/n smiled too. the compliments shoot to his heart, overflowing it with something that was beyond happiness or wholeness. he heard how she delicately yawned, her soft breath fanning his neck. was she that close to him? he didn’t mind it anyway. he felt happy, happier than ever in the last few weeks and days. and thinking about the whole father-thing, maybe it was bizarre, however, they each lost their father… but they gained a new person in their lives. someone who could fill the gaping holes in their hearts. 

“i am very tired now, gun-woo. good night. and thanks for everything. i hope you sleep well.” 

“good night to you too, y/n.”

when he closed his eyes, he felt a little movement, and then heard a creak. what– something warm on his cheek. something warm and soft, feeling like… lips? 

did y/n just kiss his cheek? 

[ 𝐘/𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ]

maybe it was rash and random, and maybe that’s why she turned away from him. this day was so weird, and a lot of things happened… but having gun-woo here felt like she was at a safe place again. 

like she was at home again. in her mother’s embrace, under the blankets, with the heating bottle, in utter peace. 

she didn’t know why she did this. and she didn’t want to know what could be gun-woo’s reaction. she just wanted to sleep. 

and maybe it was too rushed, she only knew him for two days, and gun-woo was too good for her… but maybe she fell a little in love with him. 

𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃.

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Poor!reader desperate for money stumbles upon a hot cowboy but also recognizes he’s a wanted criminal with a high bounty so she tries to turn him in. Billy the kid is not having it…

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You knew that you shouldn’t be out at this time of night but you couldn’t face the idea of sleeping on someone’s porch again. And maybe, you thought, that if you kept walking, it would make the night go faster and you’d be distracted from the pain in your stomach from not eating over the past couple of days.

You weren’t paying attention when you walked right into a broad chest. Two hands came out to settle on your waist, keeping you upright as your head lifted up to see who you had walked into. You couldn’t help your first thought be that this man was incredibly attractive. He was tall with dark hair that you could just make out underneath the hat he was wearing and, even in the moonlight, you could see how bright his eyes were. Whilst you were admiring him, you couldn’t help but notice that there was something familiar with him.

‘Sorry, ma’am, wasn’t looking where I was going,’ the man said, his voice deep, sending a shiver down your spine.

‘No, it was me who wasn’t looking where I was going,’ you protested, stepping out of his grip and smoothing your skirt down, trying anything to improve your appearance.

‘A beautiful girl like you shouldn’t be walking around here this late at night, I can walk you home, stop you bumping into anyone else?’ he teased, rubbing at the back of his neck nervously.

‘Oh, I, um, I don’t really have anywhere to go,’ you replied, your cheeks flushing slightly from embarrassment.

‘I’m staying in a boarding house just up there for a couple of nights, you can always crash in my room for the night. I don’t bite, promise,’ he offered, holding his hands up in mock surrender. You blamed it on the thought of having a roof over your head for the night but you agreed and the two of you set off in the direction of the boarding house.

However, your blood ran cold when you passed the Police Station and you glanced at the board with all of the wanting posters, the man you were withs face covering most of them; you were with Billy the Kid. You tried not to give a visible reaction, figuring that you could wait until he was asleep or something and then sneak out back to the Police Station, give him up and receive the $50,000 reward.

The two of you walked in silence for the rest of the way, the sound of the door closing when you reached his room sounding like a gunshot to you and it took everything you had not to flinch at the sound. ‘Thank you, again, for letting me stay here tonight,’ you said, trying to appear as normal as possible.

‘No problem, when I was younger we sometimes struggled to find some place to live,’ he replied and you couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that this guy who seemed so nice was one of the most wanted criminals in town. ‘You can take the bed and I can sleep on the floor.’

‘You don’t have to do that,’ you said as he turned around, taking his hat off and placing it on a small table in the corner of the room. You saw that as your opportunity to leave. As soon as your hand touched the doorknob, his hand came to rest against the door. You could feel his chest against your back and his breath was tickling the hair at the back of your head.

‘You saw the posters we walked past,’ he said, more as a statement than a question, confirming that he knew that you knew who he was.

‘I don’t know what you’re,’ you began only to freeze when you felt Billy’s other hand gently sweep your hair away from your neck, leaning down slightly until you could feel his breath brush against your skin.

‘Don’t lie.’

‘Please don’t hurt me,’ you said quietly, squeezing your eyes shut when his hand left the door. All of a sudden you found yourself spun around to face him. Without the hat, you couldn’t help but notice he looked more boyish and you hated how endearing you found him.

‘I’m not going to hurt you,’ he said softly, placing his hands on your waist, pulling you into him gently. ‘But I can’t have you going to the police and telling them where I am.’

‘I need to,’ you protested, trying to escape his hold but failing. ‘The reward is,’

‘Is that really why you want to turn me in,’ Billy said softly, brining one of his hands up to run his thumb along your cheekbone, ‘just for the reward? Because if that’s it, I can take you with me somewhere, where you won’t have to worry about money again. Then you wouldn’t turn me in, would you?’

You were surprised at the flash of hope that ran through your body at his words, the idea that you wouldn’t have to worry anymore sounding incredibly appealing to you. ‘What do you mean?’

‘You can always come with me, we never have to stay in one place and I can make sure that you’re safe,’ he said, leaning down to brush his lips gently across your cheek.

‘Become a cowboy?’ you asked, confused.

‘No. Become a cowboy’s girl.’

You sucked in a deep breath as you looked at him and you felt every part of you want to go with him, want to trust him. With nothing to keep you in town you decided to blow caution to the wind and go with him. Walking past him over to the table, you felt his eyes on you as you picked up his hat and put it on your head, turning back around to look at him. ‘Where are we going?’

Billy grinned at you, his grin turning into a smirk at your clear obliviousness at the meaning of you wearing his hat. ‘Wherever you want.’

#billy the kid #billy the kid imagine #billy the kid x reader #tom blyth

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🌸✨After the Appointment✨🌸

Commission for @lencilenlen 🤗💗 hope you enjoy this one! Thank you dear💐

Requested July 12 uploaded July 15💗

Word Count: 8156

Pairing: Naruto x Reader

Summary: Based off of Konoha 12 Dick Appointments, this story goes into depth on the relationship between reader x Naruto. What are their appointments like ?👀 Can reader handle the type of d*ck Naruto has to offer? And how long exactly can they keep this up for?…at least before one of them slips up.

Warnings: 18+, Overstimulation, nsfw, really explicit smut✨

Please do enjoy💗

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“So are you coming tonight or what?”, Temari yelled from the bathroom, having turned off the dryer she held in her hand, her brows furrowing as she impatiently waited for your answer. “Girl!”, she yelled again, popping her head out the bathroom to repeat herself, “Are you coming to the fucking party?”, “Damn, relax babe”, you said with a mouth full of cereal, pausing The Simpsons that played on the tv in front of you. “No I don’t think so”, you yelled back, pressing play again, munching down the last of your cereal, Temari walking into the tv room while you chugged the remainder of the milk down. Placing the bowl down, you looked up at her, standing in front of the tv in just her towel and her half wet hair, the bored expression she wore on her face already communicating her disappointment.

“Why?”

“I don’t know, I think I wanna spend the day finishing up those assignments”, you replied, burying your hand under your bonnet to scratch your hair, yawning as you stared right back at Temari. “But you have all day, the party’s at nine pm?” She questioned, raising her eyebrow sceptically. “Yeah but knowing I have somewhere to be is gonna make me rush so I make it in time to get ready, so no, I’ll pass thanks”

“You’re fucking lying”, Temari quickly spat, making you lift up your hands in confusion, “Now why would I lie?”, “Because you probably just wanna fuck Naruto again right?”, she said, her statement making you gasp in shock. “If i wanted to fuck Naruto I could’ve just did that after the party, there’s literally no classes tomorrow. I just wanna chill this weekend without stressin about assignments damn”, you said in defence, standing up with your bowl to place it the sink. ‘Sure”, she said sarcastically, watching you walk past her. “Ino always has those parties anyway, can i just ski—”, you tried to say, your phone ringing loudly on the coffee table in front of the couch, both your heads immediately turning towards it. Of course it just had to be Naruto. “Woooooow”, Temari began, “Shut the fuck up”, you quickly said, rolling your eyes as you picked up the phone, watching Temari huff and clap her hands before turning on her heels and walking back to the bathroom.

“Naruto”, you answered, “Y/N…good morning sunshine”, he said, his voice so smooth and deep, you couldn’t help but smile, thankful that Temari was no longer in the room with you. “Hiii”, you squeaked, Naruto smiling to himself on the other end. “I’ve been thinking about you, how you doin princess?”. “Awww I’m okay thanks…how are you?”, “Hmmm, I’m not sure, I think I’ll be better once I see you though”. Damn Naruto, he could be so smooth sometimes, biting your lip to the thought of seeing him again. A faint arousal already forming at the pit of your tummy. “I’m actually busy today…”, you said, hating yourself for turning him down. “Awww, all day?”, he grumbled, “Well…maybe”. “Maybe what?, he quickly asked, hopeful for a change of mind. “I’m not sure…depends how long it takes me to complete my assignments”, “Oh, I see,”, Naruto responded, “Well, if you do finish them on time I’ll reward you”, he teased, his voice extra deep, that arousal now spreading down to your legs, the sheer memory of him making them feel like jelly. “Uhm”, you swallowed, the sound of Naruto chuckling calming your nerves. “Don’t worry princess, I promise I’ll be gentle this time”, he added, your entire body instantly heating up, a dull ache between your legs as you tried to think of something to say. Sensing that he scrambled your pretty little head up, he decided to help you out. “I’m guessing you wont be at Ino’s party tonight?”, he asked, and you quickly responded, feeling embarrassed for being speechless, “Yes!, yea…I wont be there…well, because i'll be focusing on my assignments.”, “That’s my girl”, he replied. “Well then, finish those assignments, i'll check up on you later on okay?”, “Okay..”

“Oh my god?”, Temari laughed behind you, making you jump where you stood, turning around to see her eyeing you from the kitchen counter, “He always leaves you speechless huh?”, “Shut up”, you said, speed walking to the bathroom to hide the smile slowly creeping up on your face. “It’s okay baby, I can only imagine how good that dick is!”, she yelled, laughing as she placed her bowl of milk in the microwave.

You shut the door behind you, leaning against the counter as you finally released the breath you’d been holding in since the phone call. Naruto really had a demonic hold on you. But even so, Temari was impressed with how you still managed to discipline yourself with your school work despite that, because she had a hard time thinking about anything other than Shikamaru when they first started out.

Your entire body was still a little numb from the phone call, and thinking about the “gentle reward”, Naruto promised you wasn’t helping. How the hell were you supposed to focus now? “Fuck”, you sighed, rummaging through one of your drawers for your rose toy. You need to free yourself from this horniness if you’re going to get anything done today. When was the last time you’d even seen Naruto, you thought to yourself, the warm water running down your body as you reached for a bar of soap and your loofah, quickly lathering it so you could get washing yourself over and done with. You needed to touch yourself or else you’d die, enjoying the high pressure of the water hitting your shoulders, scrubbing yourself down, your fingers grazing your nipple, making you freeze. You ran your finger over your nipple again, and again, lightly flicking it, trying to imitate the manor in which Naruto would tweak them, closing your eyes to let the memories play out. It was last week Saturday that you’d last seen him. He wasn’t his usual self. Something happened between him and Sasuke, so he came over to spend the night with you.

As much as he was there for you when you needed him, you tried your best to return the favour, even though Naruto’s stress was on a different level than yours. It was the second time he came to you for some stress relief and you’d quickly learned that he could be overwhelmingly rough and aggressive when he wasn’t in a good mood, even though you could tell he would try to take it easier on you. You took note of how highly irritable he was like this. Usually, he would talk you through your orgasms, especially when he was overstimulating you, and would always give you a break when you needed one, but last Saturday he almost didn’t give a fuck about you. It was all about him, you weren’t exactly sure how long it was, but he fingered you for a solid amount of time, holding your thighs apart with just one arm, rubbing fast circles on your clit whenever you started squirting, before shoving his two fingers right back inside of you.

You probably came five times from that alone, nevermind how he continued to finger fuck you in between thrusting into you with his dick. You cried like a baby that night, your body shuddering as you finally came, trying your best to hold the rose toy in place, once again trying to imitate how Naruto would force you to endure longer rounds of stimulation, hoping you’d reach an orgasm similar to the ones he gives you. “Fuuck”, you softly moan, cupping yourself after dropping your toy, unable to to last any longer. It was so much easier to last longer when Naruto was holding you down. He’s so freakishly strong that no mattter how intense things were for you, you could never break out of his hold. You misssed him, truly, panting in the now steamy shower as you calmed down from your orgasm…it was satisfying enough to get things off your mind a little, shutting the water off before stepping out.

Looking over at the time, you thought you deserved a break now, halfway through your second assignment, with two more to go. The time read 13:14pm, you were really in the zone, moaning as you stretched, the chair you sat on rolling behind you while you stood up. “Damn, let me get something to eat”, you yawned again, enjoying the quiet of your apartment since Temari was out running errands for the party, some soft music playing on your speaker. Reaching for your phone, you decided to turn it on and a few messages from Naruto immediately caught your attention. The text reading:

Princess, I can’t wait to see you again ;), how far along are you with those assignments?, along with an image of himself without a shirt on, a video game controller resting on his thigh next to a very prominent print, his arm stretched behind his head, his blond hair messy as he sat on his gaming chair. You couldn’t help but lick your lips, remembering how soft his blond locks feel between your fingers whenever you pull on his hair. The print in his sweats made you gulp, you needed to mentally prepare yourself for another night with him, the ache between your legs building up enough that you needed to move around a bit, unable to shake away the thoughts of Naruto slowly penetrating you.

As much as the two of you made a habit of fucking every now and then, he was just so big he always needed to slowly guide himself inside of you, encouraging you to let him in, his large girth too much for you to take all at once, never mind his length. “Oh my gosh…”, you sighed, deciding to stop fantasising over the image he sent you and simply text him back: I’m excited to see you! :), I’m halfway done, but how am I supposed to stay focused with you sending me such slutty images? Are you partying tonight?

Hoping he would say yes. You needed some motivation to get your work done, and knowing he’d be home all alone would be too much of a distraction. As soon as you put your phone down it buzzed, Naruto responding rather quickly. You picked up the phone, biting your finger.

I wanna see you this weekend, finish and come stay with me, we have a lot to catch up on, I’ll be really disappointed if I have to wait any longer…you know how I get when I’m in a bad mood, unless you want me in one on purpose?

You felt your heartbeat inside your pussy, your entire body warm again, the ache in your pussy now uncomfortable. You quickly responded: Okay, I think I’ll be able to finish by tonight…I’ll call you later.

Turning your phone off, you placed it in the back pocket of your pants, taking in a deep breath to calm your nerves. As much as you refused to admit it, deep down, it was pretty obvious Naruto knew how to make you submit. His sex was so intense the idea of him “punishing you”, frightened you in the most arousing way. You wanted to avoid it…but you also loved the idea of that happening. Well…let me finish my work then, you swallowed, returning to your desk completely having forgotten to eat, your arousal ruining your appetite.

Focusing on your schoolwork sometimes helped with getting your mind off of things. You were almost done referencing your last assignment when your tummy began rumbling. Fuck…I really need to eat, you thought, gasping when you realized how late it was. No fucking ways its already nine pm, it was still a bit bright outside…what the fuck. Laying down on your bed, you continued watching The Simpsons , eating some of the leftover pizza Temari had ordered last night. It was almost eleven pm, Temari probably went straight to the party after running her errands, the sky a dark orange as the sun set. Your phone buzzed where it was charging on the nightstand, your heart skipping a beat wondering if it was Naruto, and of course it was, who else would it be. “Hey Naruto…”, your soft voice like music to his ears. “Heyyy princess, what’s up?” And for the life of you, you just couldn’t get over how sexy his voice was, wondering what he was doing while on the phone with you. “I just finished eating, I lost track of time and only got to eat now at like 9:30..”, you said, rolling over to lay on your back. “Damn, were you focusing on your work?”. “Yeah, exactly haha”. “That’s my girl, I see you’re serious…so you’re done with that I’m assuming?”, he asked, his tone a little more serious.

You were thankful that your last two assignments were quick and easy, curious about how he’d react if you never got to finish. “Yea! I’m all done”, you replied. “That’s awesome, I’m glad you got it done, good girl”, he said, his praise making your stomach jump. You missed hearing him say those words. “Thank you…”, you squeaked, thankful that he wasn’t there to witness your blushing. “Sooo, sounds like you’re at home tonight?”. “Yea, I didn’t feel like going, Sasuke went though, since Sakura would be there”. “And you stayed in since I stayed in too…you copycat”, you teased. “That’s not true, I wanted to try out this new game, you know I barely have time to play with training and missions”, he quickly defended himself, “Haha sure thing babe…so is that all you’re doing tonight?”, you asked. “Well maybe if the gods favour me tonight, I can pick you up…and you can sit on my lap and watch something with me?”, he asked…a silence lingering for a few seconds. “I’ll try my best to behave”, he added, crossing his fingers in hopes to hear you say yes. “Okay that sounds good then…but when do you ever behave Uzumaki”, you teased. “Yes! Well, I’m coming to get you in a few minutes, be ready okay?”. “Okay!”

Overcome with excitement you immediately jumped up to grab your duffel bag, rummaging through your wardrobe to pack two pretty outfits, you already had some clothes you had left at his place that you’d just wear again, throwing in two pairs of pyjamas, packing your toiletries in a separate toiletry bag and a pair of sneakers as well as some slippers, already wearing a different pair of sneakers for the road. By the time you finished taking a shower and getting dressed, you heard a knock at the door, grabbing your stuff and placing them down before opening it. “Hey”, you blushed, trying to play it cool. “Hey”, he smiled, his taller, bulky frame crowding yours to lean in for a hug, wrapping his arms around your waist, easily lifting you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. “Are these all your bags?”, he asked, looking over your shoulder to see them lying beside his feet. “Yep!”, you squeaked, lifting your head up to look at him, he smelled so delicious, like sleep and vanilla, your mouth watering at the thought of licking him. Without placing you down, he lifted up your two bags in his free hand and had you shut the door for him before carrying you to his hellcat parked in your driveway.

Gently placing you down, he opened the door for you, placing his large hand on your head as you went in to keep you from bumping your head against the top. You bumped your head there once trying to enter the car too quickly and he made sure to never let that happen again. “Thank you”, you smiled, Naruto winking at you before shutting the door. After packing your things in the back, he came around to join you inside the car, your minute of silence over as he stepped in, shutting his door, resting his elbow on the arm rest as he reached his free hand to gently grab the back of your neck, his fingers slipping in between your braids while his thumb caressed the side of your face, drawing you in close to kiss you, his lips much softer than you remember against yours, his hand on your neck keeping you in place as he prolonged the kiss, pulling a moan from you as his lips meshed with yours.

For a solid two minutes, he made out with you, refraining from using his tongue even when you tried your luck with your own, a soft whimper of frustration leaving your lips when he still didn’t give in. Unable to hold your breath in any longer, you placed your hand on his chest softly pushing at him, Naruto finally breaking the kiss, his warm breath against your lips from the little space he left between the two of you, his hand still on your neck, moving to palm your cheek, a small smile decorating his handsome face, dimly lit by the light in the car. “Hey”, he said. “Hey”, you smiled, genuinely happy to see him. “I missed you '', you couldn’t help but admit, worry filling your eyes when he didn’t respond. “I missed you too princess”, he finally spoke, making you release a breath you didn’t realise you held in.

There was something different about the atmosphere tonight, Naruto finally pulling away from you to fasten his seatbelt. “You ready?”, he smiled, his usual warm nature easing the anxiety that sparked up in your chest. “Yeah!”, you replied, Naruto putting his hand out for you to hold…as usual. He was always so sweet, but still, something about tonight felt different.

Laying down on him with your cheek pressed against his chest was exactly what you needed, Naruto’s big hands caressing your arm, back and occasionally rubbing over your butt, had all the built up stress from the week slowly melting away, your eyes droopy as you fell deeper into relaxation. Naruto had put on a really good action movie, one that you’d recommended for y’all to end the night, even though he knew you wouldn’t last throughout it. Your day alone seemed busy enough that he wondered if you needed rest, still chatting with you about your week to help you stay up. It seemed like you really wanted to.

“Yeah so I was just so annoyed with how she spoke to me, like I’m literally paying money out of my own pocket to be there, fuck her!”, you complained, venting about how bitchy your literature lecturer was towards you for being late on Tuesday morning. “Nah, fuck her seriously. If you need me to back you up I always can, you know that '', he said, hyping you up. “Yeah I know that, thank you”, you replied, the two of you barely concentrating on the movie. “So Sakura and Sasuke were really fucking loud enough that you cloudn’t sleep?”, you laughed, “They were so fucking loud I had my headphones on and I could still hear them”, Naruto whined, totally pissed off about the whole situation. Sasuke was his roommate, and they’d made a rule about loud fucking, which he clearly broke two times in a row.

The two of them just hadn’t been getting along lately. “That’s crazy haha, you can always come crash with me if it gets too noisy”, you suggested, “So Sasuke can think he won?” , Naruto asked you, making you giggle. “Maybe you can come over and we can show them how it's really done”, he said, a rush of heat flowing through your body as you tried to giggle his comment away, his hand brushing over your ass again, but this time stopping to firmly squeeze it, silencing you. “You know…I couldn’t stop thinking about you this past week”, he mentioned, his hand now finding its way into your pants, the thong you wore leaving your ass cheeks bare for him to squeeze, making him grunt in approval. “Really?”, you asked, “Even while you were kicking ass, protecting the village and stuff?”, you teased.

“I literally got hard in the middle of a meeting with Kakashi Sensei ”, he admitted. “No ways!”, you laughed, Naruto’s hand squeezing you hard enough your laugh quickly turned into a whimper. “Yes ways…it's getting bad y/n…you need to cure me”, he said almost helplessly, like this was life threatening. “Why are you wearing these in this weather anyway?”, he asked, a frown of disapproval on his face as he tried to tug on your sweats. You lifted your hips up to help him get them off of you, left in a pair of socks, your thong and your white mini tee. “Such a hassle huh?”, he teased, but you were too hot and bothered to acknowledge his comment, quickly growing shy and quiet as Naruto easily scooped you up to sit you on his lap, shifting up the bed so he could rest against some propped up pillows, shifting you so you sat in between his legs, your back resting against his chest and his hands began creeping up your shirt, cupping both your covered breasts in his hands giving them a gentle squeeze as he examined the weight of them in his hands.

Taking turns to gently squeeze and knead each soft mound as he spoke in your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin, goosebumps appearing on your arms. “Hmm, it's bad enough that I might need you for more than just one night at a time”, he said, “What do you mean?”, you asked, trying to not whimper so easily, but you were melting under his touches. His hands just held a roughness that you’d grown addicted to, desperately wanting to feel the flesh of his calloused palms against your bare breasts. “I mean…I barely got enough of you last weekend. I want to take my time with you…until I’m thoroughly satisfied”, he spoke, squeezing both of your breasts especially rough at the end of his sentence, unintentionally grinding his pelvis up into your lower back, his erection poking you hard enough that it felt a bit uncomfortable. As much as you wanted to speak, you were so hot you wondered if your voice would come out right. Swallowing before opening your mouth, “Thoroughly satisfied?”, you asked in the softest voice, one he wouldn’t have heard if he wasn’t so close to you, curious as to what that meant, is he trying to imply that you don’t satisfy him enough? What more could you possibly do for this man. You can barely handle things as they are already.

“Yea, but don’t worry about it too much, of course I’ll teach you how to satisfy me…if you’re willing to learn”, he said his thumbs flicking back and forth over your nipples, making you bite your lip to suppress any sounds, embarrassed to be moaning so early in the game. “What do you want me to do?”, you asked breathlessly, trying to control your tone so you didn’t whimper, but you couldn’t help but gasp loudly when he gave both your nips a firm pinch, your back arching at the sudden stimulation. You could no longer hold back your moans when he began tweaking them, the fabric of your shirt coupled with the pressure of his fingers too good to resist.

“Well, I can’t get over how responsive you are, just look at you”, he whispered, licking your earlobe and softly nibbling on it as he began tweaking your nipples a little harder, your body shuddering as you tried to adjust to the constant stimulation, rubbing your feet against the bed as you kept on arching into him, wanting more of this, the shirt you had on irritating you enough that you brought your hand up to attempt to lift it up, Naruto temporarily stopping his pleasurable actions to help you.

Cupping your bare, supple mounds and kneading them once again. They were impossibly soft, Naruto very faintly moaning in the crook of your neck as he fondled them to his heart's content. “Will you do me a really big favour princess?”, he asks, tweaking your nipples once again, a bit harder than before, softly nibbling your neck when you moaned loud enough for him to hear you. “I love how easy it is to have you making those sweet sounds princess”. “Okayy”, you whimper, biting your lip to try to tame the noises you wanted to make.

“You know what else I love, making you cum, listening to your screaming and the feel of you pulling tugging on my hair and scratching me, even when I’m working, I can’t shake away the way you beg and plead for me”, he confessed, increasing the pressure he put on your nipples, leaving you barely able to stop constantly whimpering. This was just too easy for him. “ Just like that princess. Do you want to satisfy me?”, he asked, your eyes connecting with his, the neediest look in your face as you nodded your head. “Yes”, you whispered, Naruto smiling, leaning down to take you in for a kiss, his tongue finally penetrating your mouth, one hand leaving you nipple to wrap itself around your neck, keeping you in place as he wrestled your tongue with his, softly moaning with you when you began sucking on it, breaking away from you to gently nibble on your lips, tugging on your bottom lip before sucking it, you could seriously kiss him forever, you thought to yourself.

Breaking the kiss, always sucked, keeping your eyes closed in hopes that he’d lean back in to continue, but instead, he placed both his hands under your arms, swiftly scooting you up so you sat up a bit more, Naruto pulling you down with him as he leaned further into the pillows, his hands now working on removing your thong, easily slipping them off of you, one of his hands on your thigh, holding you open for him. Spitting on his fingers, he lowered them to begin rubbing circles on your clit, sliding his middle finger further down your folds only to realise how much of a soaking puddle you already were.

Lubing up his fingers with your slick, he began making those circles with just the pad of middle finger against your clit, managing to kiss you once again, his mouth never leaving yours this time, his middle finger working those circles before alternating to flicking your bud, quickly making you crumble, your body jerking in his hold as began to feel your first orgasm creep up on you, softly moaning into the kiss, his finger unceasing its actions on your now sensitive bean. You knew what was coming, breaking the kiss to look at Naruto. This part right after one orgasm subsided was always the hardest to take, but it was just your first orgasm, you could easily handle this. “Ohhh”, you moaned, trying to keep your eyes on his as the pleasure began to build up again, feeling your second orgasm quickly gain on you, Naruto never faltering from the slow circles then fast flicks, his eyes never leaving yours as your oragsm finally caught up with you, your hand rubbing his arm, trying to handle the pleasure you wanted to endure for him. To satisfy him.

Before your orgasm was even over, his middle finger penetrated you, quickly followed by his ring finger, making you scream in surprise, his fingers immediately working your g spot, a pleasure way different from what you felt on your clit building up deep inside of you, Naruto simply watching all the desperate facial expressions you made, thinking to himself…cute.

It didn’t take long for you to feel like you’d cum again, this orgasm much more intense than the first two, your hand grabbing his forearm. You wanted him to stop because you couldn’t bear the pressure, but you were also aware of the kind of pleasure you’d succumb to if he didn’t stop, but the closer you got to orgasm the harder it was for you to not push him away, deciding to grip onto his shirt instead, uncontrolled whimpers leaving your mouth when you orgasm finally hit you, small spurts erupting from your pussy as Naruto continued working his fingers against your gspot, making you scream, the pleasure now unbearable.

Even though you’ve been through more than this, it was still tough to take, screaming a little louder at his onslaught. You couldn’t control how much you gushed as Naruto continued to finger you, “There you go princess, just like that, good girl”, he praised you. You were physically unable to control yourself, jerking in his hold so much that he had to readjust you to hold you closer to him, his fingers never stopping even for a second. “Oh fuck!”, you cried out, screaming again when you came once more, Naruto’s pants growing wetter with each passing moment, only focusing on your beautiful face as you rode out every orgasm so well.

“Good girl, you’re doing such a good job princess”, Naruto said above your whimpers, finally removing his fingers from your pussy to slip out from under you, placing you on your back against the pillows, repositioning himself in between your legs, kissing and nibbling on your thighs as you got comfortable, enjoying the sounds of your soft whimpers as your slowly came down from that intense orgasm. “You doin okay?”, he asks, his lips spreading into a grin tamer than his usual wild one, reminding you that there really was nothing to be anxious about. As intimidating as it was to watch him prepare to make you cry, like he did the last time, his aura still held a bit if compassion. But last time he was really mean, you thought, your heart skipping a beat at the memory of those soul draining orgasms, biting your lip when he planted small kisses on your clit, patiently waiting for your answer.

“Yea…”, you answered softly, your brows furrowing in worry as he parted your lips with his thumbs. “Mmmhmm!”, you involuntarily moaned as he began flicking your overly exposed clit, the pad of his thumb rapidly moving back and forth, over the swollen little bean, your mouth hanging open as you immediately began panting hard, Naruto’s eye’s the darkest blue you’d ever seen them as he observed your beautiful face. “You’re too cute to resist princess, I could play around with you forever”, he casually spoke, that same grin still dressing his handsome face, making you feel all too vulnerable as the pleasure quickly built up.

Without thinking, you brought your hand in between your legs to grab his thumb, your clit so sensitive you wondered if you could actually go through with such direct stimulation. Gently grabbing your wrist, Nauto raised a brow at you, “Why are you stopping me?”, he asked, planting another kiss right on your clit. “Mmm! Nooo..it's a bit much”, you spoke ever so sweetly, hoping he’d understand. “Princess, do you wanna satisfy me?”, he asked, casually darting his tongue out to lick a trail between your folds, your hips slightly jerking. “Yeaa!”, you whined, tears stinging your eyes from the sheer intensity of the atmosphere. Naruto could tell you were already overwhelmed, smiling at just how adorable you were, the mere thought of him eating you out was too much for your head to handle. He wanted you bad.

“Then don’t stop me again”, he said, his face suddenly serious as he guided your hand to his head, the feel of his soft hair gracing your fingers once again, “Or else I’ll just have to tie you up, and devour you to my heart's content”, he said as he winked, your tummy twisting at the sight of the predatory way he eyed your clit, spreading your folds apart with this fingers once again, his warm mouth instantly sucking on the little bean, quickly letting go with a soft pop, his thumb returning to continue torturing your clit, the loud cry leaving your mouth encouraging him to alternating with his actions, the heat of his mouth sucking your clit and the rapid flicking of his thumb resulting in another instantaneous orgasm. Slamming your head back into the pillows, the pleasure was incredible, your brain short circuiting when he decided to keep his mouth on you, his hot tongue circling your clit while he sucked. How could you be aware of how hard you yanked on his hair or how hard you accidentally kicked the heel of your foot into his shoulder as he forced you to this level of pleasure.

One second you were screaming and the next you were breathless, returning to your screams as you zoned out for god knows how long, bringing your other hand to his head to pull his hair hard, hoping you could get a break, unable to utter a word through your loud moans. How the hell were you supposed to satisfy Naruto if all your orgasm were gonna be like this intense. “Naruto!”, you cried, your voice cracking as tears began flooding your eyes again. “Fuuuck!”

Naruto simply couldn't get enough, the pain of your fingers nearly ripping his hair out his head not phasing him one second as he continued to suck and lick on your clit, your entire body spasming and you weren’t sure if you were cumming again or if this was the same orgasm, Naruto finally letting go when your squirting almost drowned him, spraying all over his face before he quickly moved his head to the side, your opportunity to quickly shut your legs, cupping your pussy as your body still violently shook.

Naruto let you be, backing away to stand up and pull his sweats off, freeing his raging hard before crawling back to you, easily separating your legs apart to lay in between them. “Haha”, he chuckled, grabbing your wrists in each hand to pin them on the pillows on either side of you. “Hey, hey princess”, he softly called, planting kisses against your warm face, hushing you. “Shhh, baby, you did so well, its okay.”

Wiping the tears off your cheeks, he wouldn’t stop kissing you, letting go of your wrists to wrap his arms around you, forcing your arms as weak as they were to wrap around his neck, slowly but surely catching your breath again, your clit so sensitive you decided you’d bite him if he touched it again. “There you go princess…are you okay?”, he asked, his question muffled as he nuzzled your neck, but you could still hear him, slowly gaining all your senses again, your legs numb and your tummy tingling as the pleasure still deliciously embraced you. “Holy fuck”, you whimpered, your fingers running through Naruto’s hair once again, gently scratching his scalp to sooth yourself too, the heat of his naked body pressed against yours comforting.

“Damn…that was intense huh?”, he said, “Are you okay princess?”.

“Naruto”, you whispered, your throat tender from the screaming session you’d just endured. “I can’t handle that at all…fuck!”. “What?”, he asked, slightly lifting himself up to look at you. “But you took that like a champ baby? That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen…you were fucking amazing, I can tell you’re gonna get used to this in no time, or how else will you keep up with me?”, he spoke, brushing a braid out of your face before planting a kiss on your lips, moaning at how soft they were, melting between his own, only able to enjoy the kiss for a little while before breaking away,

“Shhh baby, you’re fine, you’re okay I promise”, he reassured you. He could still feel your body slightly shivering beneath him and you couldn’t help but whimper every now and then. Maybe he went too far. “God…Naruto you promised you’d be gentle”, you whined. If you had the strength to slap him on his arm you would, but you were totally spent. “Princess I was being gentle…and you did a really great job taking it…thank you, I’m really impressed…but I’m not quite satisfied”, he said, rubbing the tip of his dick between your folds, your pussy so messy he was confident he’d slip right in…even if it had been a week.

He knew it could be a bit of a squeeze sometimes, but with how drenched you already were, tonight might go smoother than other nights. “Naruto!”, you whimpered, “Yes princess?”, he said, his dick twitching at how needy you sounded, not sure if you were begging or whining. “Ohh my fuck!”, you gasped, moaning at the stretch of his tip slowly digging inside of you.Your hand quickly crawled under his arm to place your hand on his hip. Naruto knew you could barely handle him, excited to wipe away all your incoming tears. With how slippery and tight you felt around him, he was sure he was going to wreck you tonight. “Shit”, he moaned, pulling back to try again, eager to go a little deeper but he needed to take your comfort into consideration.

Penetrating you again, he managed to go halfway, quickly kissing you to swallow the sharp scream that followed, repeating the action, refraining from going any deeper than he already was, waiting for you to loosen up a bit more. You couldn’t help the stream of cuss words and moans that fell from your lips while Naruto slowly fucked you, steadily pumping himself in and out of you, careful to only go halfway, the curve of his dick allowing the tip to massage your g spot in the worst way for you, your fingers digging into his side to manage the electrical pulses of pleasure running though you with every stroke. “Goood!!”, you whimpered, Naruto’s blue eyes lost in yours as he kept to his sinister rhythm, smiling every time your eyes rolled or you swore, breathlessly panting his name.

It took everything in him to not go feral as he took in your every reaction, thrusting a little deeper with every passing second. You could barely breathe, Naruto’s hand reaching for your lower back to pull you closer, groaning into your neck as he tried to go deeper, your pussy clenching him so well it was his turn to start panting. He was so deep inside of you, you couldn’t help but push his hips with your hands, wondering when you’d finally go insane, squeezing your eyes shut and opening them again, throwing your head back into the pillows moaning so loud Naruto knew you were close, your thighs squeezing him tight, but that didn’t stop him from moving his hips in circles, alternating between pounding you and rotating his hips, your moans now desperate, needy cries as he purposefully kept you on edge, thrusting deep inside of you and holding it there when he thought you were about to bust.

“Narutooo! Please! Fuck”, you begged, chocking on your words as tears fell down the corner of your eyes. “Okay princess, should I go faster?”, he asked, the sound of his hips clapping against yours growing louder as he picked up the pace, his face only a few inches from you, whispering words that definitely pushed you over the edge. “I’m gonna make you cum so fuckin hard do you understand princess?”, he said, his voice so low and deep, seductive enough to speed up the process, his hips moving faster, his thrust a little harder as he drilled you.

He wasn’t sure if you were begging or pleading, your words incoherent as you got closer to where he wanted you, your legs shivering on either side of him. “Yea, I’ll fuckin make a mess out of my little princess huh?”, he teased, grinning to himself when you finally came, your cries so intense he felt like god for a minute, you made him feel so powerful, so wanted, your pussy pushing him out as you continued to gush all over him, Naruto quickly grabbing his dick to rub on it, trying to shove it back inside of you, but you came so hard he needed to wait a while, opting to lower himself and spread your legs open, his muscles flexing as he held your shaky self down, drinking up some of the liquid pouring out of you, slurping your poor little clit while at it, “noooo!”, you cried, Naruto greedily sucking on your clit, keeping you on this mind numbing high.

There wasn’t much you could do to stop it, your entire body involuntarily convulsing as your brain attempted to handle the pleasure. Finally leaving your clit alone, he came up with a satisfied sigh, as though he had just drank from the fountain of life, wiping his mouth before nestling himself between your legs once again, bring each shaky leg on top of his shoulder, lining himself with your sopping puss, biting his lip as he sunk most of length inside of you with a single thrust, his thumbs wiping the tears now freely falling down your cheeks.

“That was amazing princess, again okay?”, he softly said. “N-nooo Na- naruto, br-b-break!”, you begged, choking on your tears, as he continued to thrust inside of you. “Uh uh…not yet, but I promise I’ll give you your break, sweet thing, I’m so proud of you”, he said, amused by your current state. He was seriously having so much fun, his hips smacking yours as he went a little harder. “Na-Naruto!”, you begged, only stroking his ego as he took pleasure in fucking your limp body to his hearts content. “Yes baby, look at how pretty you are'', he said, wiping the drool from your mouth away, your moans ragged and choked, screaming when he changed his angle just a bit, hitting a spot inside of you that caused a reaction that even surprised him. “Damnit princess, you’re fucking squirting, its so good huh? It’s okay pretty girl, cum as much as you want, I'll help you, there you go”

Your eyes fluttered open in the dimly lit room. You didn’t remember falling asleep, shutting your eyes tight to gather your memories, the intense ache between your legs instantly reminding you of the fucking down you endured. Attempting to shift, you couldn’t at all, a heavy weight keeping you pinned down to the bed, the feel of hot kisses pressing against your cheek reminded you of Naruto’s presence. “Naruto”, you whispered. “Oh hey princess! Welcome back!”, he happily spoke. You remembered that Naruto had the best mattress your body had ever laid on, feeling like you were sinking into a cloud with his weight pressing into you. “What happened?”, you asked, your body so numb and relaxed, you knew you’d be getting the most heavenly sleep of your life soon. “You passed out on me princess…”. “What?”, you asked, and you remembered. Naruto was fucking you hard enough that the orgasm you had ended you, moaning at the memory, your pussy aching as though it missed housing him.

“Yea…it might of been a little too much for you to handle baby. But I’m still so proud of you…even though you kind of left me behind there hehe”. “You didn’t cum?’, you gasped. “Oh…I’m sorry baby”, you yawned, enjoying the warm kisses he bathed you in. “I’d offer you a blowjob but i don’t think I can actually move haha”. You’d never felt so sleepy, excited to finally call it a night. “Oh no princess, you don’t have to move at all, but you are going to come one more time for me”. You’re eyes shot open. “What!”, you gasped, was it even possible for you to cum again. “Well babe I’d still like to cum too…”, he said. “Oh my god Naruto”, you whimpered at the feel of his dick pressing into your entrance, your gasp turning into a moan, the stretch a bit more intense despite the previous fucking. You lay on your front now, your thighs press together as Naruto dived deep inside of you, one of his arms wrapped around your torso, his other hand wrapped around your neck, his mouth right beside your ear. “You can surely handle another orgasm for me yes?”. His question came across as a challenge. Will you ever get used to this? “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of my princess very well, but you need to take care of me too. Fair?”. “Yea”, you whimpered, his hips moving slowly, Naruto’s dick now sensitive, he felt like he would come quick, wondering if he should just go fast and hard to speed up his orgasm, and spare you any more of this. He immediately set to a fast pace, thrusting his hips hard at the feel of your walls kissing every inch of his dick, the hand around your neck now covering your mouth to silence your screams.

You couldn’t do much to alleviate yourself of the pleasure, having to take it head on with Naruto’s weight pinning you down. “Princess”, he moaned loud, sinking his teeth into your neck as he increased the pace, your stomach dropping as you felt yourself reach your peak, screaming into Naruto’s palm, your throat hurt. “Fuck baby, you’re so close, i can feel it, wait for me im almost there!”, he moaned, whimpering your name as his thighs began shivering. All you could do was continue to helplessly moan, Naruto letting go of your mouth to grip the pillow beside your head, and you honestly wondered if you could handle this pleasure any longer, your entire body growing tingly as you also neared your peak, the two of you screaming each others names in ecstasy as you both came hard, Naruto panting hard against your neck, “I fucking love you”, he said, so in the zone he didn’t realize what he had just said, and you were too flustered to think about it too much, whimpering into the pillow your face rested on. Pulling out of you, he decided to lay on top of you for a while, both your bodies still twitching as you calmed down. “You’re the fucking best y/n”, Naruto confessed, rubbing his cheek against yours as he wrapped his arms tighter around you. You couldn't help but giggle at how mushy Naruto was, deciding to join in this silly moment. Why not after all. “I missed you so much, thank you Naruto”, you smiled, Naruto showering your face with more warm kisses. “This might be too much to ask, but do you think you can stay up for a shower? I don't want this night to end so soon”, he asked, making you giggle. “I’m spending the night silly”, you reminded him. “Yeah but still, I wanna spend more time with you before we sleep…pretty please?”. “Okay then”, you sighed sarcastically. “Yass!!”, you heard Naruto exclaim, giggling once again before he began seriously attacking you with kisses. “Naruto!”, you laughed, unable to push him off of you because of your position. “Okay haha, i just can’t get enough of those giggles, I’ll go run the shower then”.

You didn't think it was possible but you felt even heavier after your shower, Naruto literally did all the work for both of you. You simply had zero energy left to do anything. “You need to recharge '', he said, recommending none other than ramen, which you couldn't say no to. You really only ate ramen when you were with him, so why not.

“So uhm…”, you began to speak, clearing your throat, “You said some stuff back then”. “Oh..yeah..that”, Naruto blushed, his cheeks turning pink when he remembered all the sweet talk from earlier on. “I meant it though”, he said, scratching the back of his head, a soft smile on his face while he held eye contact with you. “I've fallen for you princess…what do you think about that?”. “Well, I’d be lying if I told you I didn't feel the same way…I’m falling for you too”, you shyly responded, playing with the boiled egg in your ramen. “Well, I'm happier being around you”, Naruto added. “Maybe we can spend a little more time together you know…engaging in more than just sex”. “What do you mean?”, you wondered, not sure if he was asking you out or not. “I’d like to be your boyfriend”, he said, casually scarfing down some ramen, looking over at you when you didn't respond. “Please?”, he added, smiling when you giggled into your hand. “Yes, that sounds good…be my boyfriend”.

The confession of love between the two of you did not alter your relationship all that much, apart from how often the two of you spent time together, your friends nothing but happy for the two of you…

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[meatonfork]

A Change

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pairings: platonic 141 x grim; grim x oc

warnings: none

summary: maybe visiting your apartment actually had some benefits aside from the impending loneliness

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they’d noticed a change.

you had finally decided to go home after a mission. there was no point in you even renting the apartment out if you never even went to it.

it was dusty and cold. the heat was off due to you never stepping foot in the place for months. the bare minimum of furniture accompanied by a lack of items that claimed someone did in fact live there.

setting grocery bags on the counter, you huffed out a sigh. your eyes drifted over the liminal space, feet trudging to the light switch. spoon sat on the counter, gnawing at the plastic bags.

a buzz on the counter called your attention to your phone sat face down on the smooth surface.

opening it, you were met with a message.

you doin good kid?

soap.

yeah! all good, bud. thanks xx

and you left it at that.

you could lie over text; it was easier. they couldn’t see your tells, or the way you tensed a bit before throwing on your best smile.

it was hard. coming back to an empty apartment when your squad, aside from simon, all had someone to go home to. you felt guilty for leaving ghost there alone, but you knew you needed to tend to your own apartment.

you leaned your elbows on the counter, head in your hands. it felt wrong. tears welled in your eyes, the sting being all too familiar. you could feel your cheeks heating up. you missed having someone to go home to. you missed your siblings. sometimes, you even missed your awful parents, because at least they were there.

maybe i should’ve asked price to go home with him instead.

the tears traveled down the apple of your cheeks and down your neck, getting lost beneath the fabric of your shirt.

shaking your head as if to push away the thought, you wiped the tears and you started unpacking the grocery bags. you didn’t buy much, just enough to make due on your leave. you probably wouldn’t be back in a few months anyway, it didn’t really matter. but, when you inevitably did come back, you didn’t want rotting food in your pantry.

putting the plastics bags into a little cubby, a knock sounded at the door. it was soft, but it had purpose behind it.

your back tensed, no one knew where you lived. none of your boys knew, and it was for a reason. you feared they would hover. and that was the last thing you’d needed. sometimes, you needed time alone.

on high alert, you moved towards the door. slow steps lead you to the frame, and you shifted to look through the peephole.

confusion clouded your mind as you saw a girl on the other side. she wasn’t particularly tall, but she was still taller than you. dark hair with curtains bangs hiding a bit of her face, and round glasses sat upon her nose.

with your head cocked to the side, you opened the door a crack.

“uh.. hi? can i help you?” you cleared your throat. she was pretty. dark brown, peach blossom shaped eyes looked back at you.

“yeah! i just moved in a couple months ago, and i’ve never seen you before. do you live here?” she offered a small smile, shifting on both feet.

it clicked. you actually had neighbors. you always assumed you did, but never went out of your way to meet them.

hiding your shock, you answered, “oh! uh, yes. i do. i’ve just been at work. i haven’t really had the time to come back i guess. i kinda just stay there instead of coming back.”

“well, that seems like a tough job. it’s nice to meet my absent neighbor. i’m mei, by the way!” she smiled and stuck her hand out.

grasping her hand in your smaller one, you gave it light but firm shake.

“you too, mei. don’t get used to seeing me around.” you offered a sad smile, eyes during just a tad bit down. “i’ll be gone again soon.”

“oh! uh, okay! i better get back. my cat is probably wondering where i went. see you around, neighbor!”

“yeah. see you around, mei.”

and with that, you shut the door softly.

a soft meow from behind you pulled a small gasp from your mouth.

“spoon! you scared me.” you laughed out.

spoon sat there, staring you down.

“what? i didn’t even do anything. i just told her the truth.” an exasperated sigh left your lips at the realization of talking to you kitten. “whatever, man.”

———

it was two days later, lounging on your couch and finishing off a report you had to drop off in a few days, that another soft yet firm knock at your door sounded through the apartment.

you opened the door quicker this time, assuming it was maintenance or an odd solicitor.

“oh! hey, mei.” you smiled.

“hey! i know this is weird, but i was wondering if i could use your bathroom? they shut the water off to my apartment because a pipe broke in the kitchen.” she was in comfy clothes. sweats, a t-shirt, and a pair of converse.

“oh. um, sure. come on in. sorry, it’s pretty boring. again, i’m never really here.” you side stepped, and let her in.

“it’s okay. i don’t mind. thanks so much!” she shuffled passed you, and you pointed out the bathroom to her. thank god you stocked the bathroom, or that would’ve been awkward.

you followed behind her when she stopped.

“you okay?” your head tilted as your eyes focused on the back of her hair that was thrown up in a bun, similarly to yours.

“what’s this?” she pointed out the report splayed across the coffee table.

“oh, just work stuff.” you chuckled before turning to put it all in the manila folder.

“still working on your time off? man, your job sucks.” she laughed before making her way to the bathroom.

you sighed, looking to spoon who now sat in your seat.

you decided to make some tea while waiting for mei to come out of the bathroom.

a squeal behind you made you jump, twirling to look back.

“what!” your heart was racing. being on edge constantly was not helping you in the slightest.

“your cat is so cute! oh my goodness!” you watched as she reached her hand out to the small void sitting in your couch.

“oh, spoon? yeah, she’s something else haha.” your heart calmed, a hand over it as if it to still it.

“she’s very cute. i like the name too.” she peered over at you while still petting the kitten.

“i found her at work, decided to keep her with me. everyone back there loves her.”

“i can see why. very, very cute.” she smiled up at you from her crouched stance, before standing and making her way to the door. “thanks for letting me use the bathroom, i’ll be out of your hair now.”

“yeah, not a problem. have a good day, mei!”

“you too, neighbor.”

and she was gone.

as the rest of the month dragged on, you found that either of you would invite the other over for a movie night almost every other night.

you didn’t like to be alone in an empty apartment, and mei enjoyed having you around.

in time, you found that you enjoyed having mei around too.

she helped you redecorate your apartment. a nicer couch, a new rug, a cat tree for spoon. even wall art, which you never even thought to buy- because why? but what mei said was set in stone, and you put it up anyway.

telling mei you had to go back to work for a while was bittersweet. you missed your boys, they were your family. but, god, you would miss mei.

she was a breath of fresh air when you desperately needed it. like when you go swimming in the deep end of the pool, but you didn’t take a deep enough breath.

———

they noticed the change. the month you were gone had changed you. it wasn’t very noticeable, unless they knew that they were supposed to be looking for it.

ghost noticed first. but seeing as he was your best friend, it was expected.

gaz and price fell in quickly, noticing the slight pep in your step.

and finally, soap was queued in when you laughed lighter and you smiled more.

it was a nice change.

you had also become more careful during missions.

it’s not that you weren’t alert and on edge before, but now it was heightened. you were constantly checking over your shoulder. even on base. you made sure to get hurt less often.

you would still take a bullet or a stab wound for your boys, no hesitation. but, it was almost as if you had a new push for a will to live. to be okay.

that was, until a particular mission where you almost lost your life.

laswell had put your team on a human trafficking task.

“take them all down.” was all she said. and you were damned if you didn’t.

that was how you found yourself watching your lieutenant in a knife fight, his gun thrown to the ground. you were across the street, lining up for the shot, but ghost’s back was to you. you couldn’t get the target without shooting your best friend first. and you absolutely were not doing that.

you were about to inform your captain of your predicament, moments frantic, when i red dot appearing on ghost’s back paused your movements.

you didn’t even think, mind going a million miles an hour. you just ran.

a gun shot rang out, your body falling to the ground as a cry left your mouth. a blinding white pain burst through your chest.

you groaned as you fell in the dirt, blood pooling around your body.

“oh, fuck.”

“grim! what the fuck, kid. we need medical!” your body was flipped around and a pressure was put on your chest, just below your heart.

opening your eyes, you saw a skull staring back at you.

“hey, kid. keep your eyes open for me, yeah? why the fuck did you do that?” he grunted as he put more pressure on your chest.

you groaned, quickly sucking in breath as he applied more pressure, “couldn’t let you get shot, l.t.”

“i was fine. we need medical, now!”

you couldn’t hear very well, the blood loss making you tired. you wanted to take a nap.

“kid. hey, grim. eyes open. c’mon, kid.” he lightly slapped your face, but you could barely register the dull pats on your cheek.

———

a beeping to your left slowly got louder as you gained consciousness.

your eyes started to softly flutter open, only for them to close upon bright lights blinding you.

soft groans left your lips as your finally opened your eyes, squinting until you adjusted.

“what the fuck was that.”

you startled, looking at the giant sitting to your left.

“what? what was what?” your throat was dry, voice strained. water was thrust into your view and you took it shakily. gulping down the water, you looked back to the lieutenant.

“i was fine, grim. why the fuck did you do that.” he crossed his arms, eyes boring into yours.

“you were going to get shot! on top of that, there was someone right next to you. what the hell was i supposed to do? just let you die? i can’t just sit and let that happen to my best friend.” you glared right back at him, not daring to move your upper body in anticipation of the pain that would follow.

“and now you’re shot.”

“yeah, but i ain’t dead. you would’ve been. i’d do it again, l.t.”

“don’t. don’t do it again. you’re being sent home for a bit to rest. not my decision, by the way. it’s price’s.” he sighed as he lent forward, elbows resting on your bed.

you picked at the fabric of the blanket that sat on your hips.

“i figured. taking a bullet to the chest isn’t prime condition to continue, yeah?” you looked back up to him.

he nodded and leaned back, “yeah, kid. glad you’re alright.” he stood and ruffled your hair.

“me too, simon.”

———

being home wasn’t as fun as you remembered.

the reason?

the guys had found your address. someone had to drive you home. that someone being soap. lovely, soap. he was now your number one enemy.

they were hovering, and you’d yet to see mei.

your lack of quiet time was taking a toll on you.

the four men currently sat in your living room, taking up the floor as you sat on the couch with your feet in simon’s lap, his hands holding onto your shins.

“you guys, i’m fine. i really don’t need you all here.” you rolled your eyes as they all turned to look at you.

“kid, you can barely walk, hmm?” price looked down at you, setting a cup of tea in your hands.

“yeah. and you look like shit, someone needs ta take care of ya.” soap chuckled, looking up at you from the floor. gaz chuckled as soap looked at him.

“no. no, i really don’t. you just wanted to know where i live and pester me. don’t act like the hero here, suds.”

“suds?? you just call me suds? yeah, i ain’t leavin’ for a bit.”

a groan sounded from you as you leaned your head back into the arm of the couch.

you were about to retaliate, when a knock sounded from the door. a soft, yet firm knock. mei.

everyone froze before you sat up, slowly making your way to your feet.

“no, i’ll get it. sit your ass down, and don’t move.” gaz jumped from the floor, pointing you down.

you threw your hands up in surrender and shook your head.

the click of the door opening sounded before gaz spoke out, “hello? can i help you?”

“oh my gosh, hello! um, is q here? they told me they were home, but i can come back at another time…” mei’s voice drifted through the room.

“you’re good! let her in, kyle!” you yelled back.

you heard shuffling before mei stood in front of you.

“hey, q! oh my god, what happened to you? and who are these men?” her eyes drifted over your small figure, wearing only a sports bra, showing off the gauze that had small blotches of blood on your chest.

“i’m okay! these are my coworkers. i won’t be going back to work for a bit.” you laughed a bit.

mei never knew what you did, but she’s already meeting your team. and it was 100% out of your control.

“q? what does ‘q’ mean, grim?” soap tilted his head as he looked to you.

“what the hell does ‘grim’ mean, love?” mei looked to you from next to simon.

you groaned, sitting up a bit. simon helping by reaching over and placing a hand on your arm. you nodded at him in thanks.

“i’m in the military, hun. grim is a callsign. these are the guys in my squad. i, uh, got shot.” you looked to her. she didn’t move, letting it sink in. the guys had gone quiet.

you hadn’t told her? who even is she?

“and ‘q’ is what mei calls me.” you looked over to soap.

“who is mei?” price looked between you and the asian girl standing at the end of your couch.

“mei is my girlfriend.”

it was silent. an awkward smile over took your face, “surprise!”

“mei, this is simon, john, kyle, and johnny. guys, this is mei.” you pointed everyone out. small waves and smiles was exchanged.

“how did you get shot?” mei questioned as she shuffled her feet.

“oh… um, simon was about to get shot. i took the bullet for him.” you looked between the two.

mei and simon looked at each other before she smacked him upside the head.

“oh my god! mei, what the fuck?” your eyes widened as you leaned forward.

“you’re supposed to be watching them! you’re their team!” she raised her voice at your lieutenant.

everyone’s widened, watching the exchange. until gaz burst out with laughter.

simon cleared his throat, “mm yeah. i am. cant really do that when they push me out the way of a bullet, though. can i?” his stare moved to you.

a blush rose on your cheeks, “that was definitely, 100% my fault, mei. i already got my ass chewed for it, too. don’t worry. i’m fine. and i’ll continue to be fine.”

“you better. move over, hulk.” mei stepped over simon’s legs, making to sit between you two. her arm wound around your back, pulling you to her side.

“oh my god, i love her already.” soap howled with laughter as simon sat still. stunned from mei’s shove.

“me too.”

———

it took a few days, but everyone left. and you only had mei looking over you. you two hadn’t talked too much about your profession and injuries since the team were looming around.

“hey, q? can we talk about this?” you paused the movie as she pointed to the gauze wrapped around your chest. her eyes were watering, and her hands held a slight shake.

“hmm? hun, im okay, really!” you held your hands out for her. she moved forward, head resting on your stomach.

“i’m okay, i promise.” you ran your hands through her long brown hair. she squeezed your stomach as she sniffled, spoon sitting on the back of her legs.

tears welled in your own eyes. a sniffle left your nose and mei looked up.

“babe, why are you crying?”

“i’m sorry.” you whispered back.

“don’t be, hun. it’s okay. like you said, you’re okay. hmm?” she settled back in your lap, fingers running up and down your thighs.

maybe coming home really wasn’t that bad. you finally had someone to come home to. you could leave the heat on, and mei would watch spoon for you- if you didn’t take her back to base. you could grocery shop for more than one person now.

and she may not be your blood family, who missed so much, but she was found family. just like your boys, who loved you unconditionally. no longer having to feel guilty for moving on, and doing it on your own.

the place you called home finally had a purpose, and warmed your heart.

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a/n: i did it! it’s done :) i really hope you enjoyed it!!

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[sunnyhvnny]

Jaces wife having a handmaiden she loves and invites her into her and Jaces bed. Jace likes watching his wife kiss the pretty handmaid girl but his wife loves watching him fuck the pretty handmaid.

But why does this have me feeling things for Jace?

No Shortage of Sordid, No Protest From Me || Jace Velaryon x wife!oc x handmaid!oc

A/N: This got so long that I ended up making it a one shot. It seems like I’ve been waiting to write for Jace because this is just straight up filth.

Word Count: 2,611

Trigger Warnings: None that I can think of (that’s a first for me)

Jace is a dutiful man and an attentive husband. He takes his role as prince and heir to the throne seriously and tries to never let a pretty face turn his head from his duties. He knows his wife, of course, would boast and tease that she was the only one that could pull him away from his responsibilities. She was right. His restraint had nothing on his desire for her. It never has.

His wife, on the other hand, is just as attentive and loving as he is but she doesn't stop herself from looking at the handsome men and beautiful women that she sees. Whether they are of high or low birth, his wife will appreciate their beauty.

She had never snuck behind Jace’s back. Instead, she would take his chin between her fingers and turn his head to whoever had caught her eye. Sometimes Jace would simply hum in agreement but kiss his wife and tell her that “while they were pretty to look at they would never hold a candle to the woman who held his heart in her hands.”

His wife would giggle at that and her attention would leave the stranger. Other times he would look and see a certain flicker in his beloved’s eyes. That made the flames of his desire burn hotter than any other person possibly could. He would suggest they bring the pretty thing to their bed that night and his wife always agreed.

It didn’t happen often, but it happened enough for him to not be surprised when his wife’s new handmaiden caught her eye. It would be a lie to say she hadn’t caught his. She was truly a sight to behold and he knew that his wife had caught him staring a few times.

Other wives may send the handmaiden away or ignore their husband's wandering eye. His darling wife, though, would do no such thing.

No, his wife had brought her handmaiden to their chambers and lay bare on their bed as she kissed the gorgeous woman. Jace came to a halt after he shut the doors to their chambers. He and his wife had always talked about things before they invited someone into their bed but he hadn’t been told about any of this before he stumbled upon the scene.

He stood frozen as he watched his beautiful wife lay kisses upon the handmaid’s skin. The first was on her collarbone followed by one on her chest and then one peck on her supple and smooth breast before his wife kissed her on her swollen lips.

Neither of the women looks over at him when he gets beckoned over to the mattress by his wife. It feels as though his wife has strings around her fingers that are tied to him and Jace can’t do anything but follow her every move like a marionette puppet.

His wife pulls back slowly from the deep kiss and the handmaid follows after her, earning a little giggle from his wife. She kisses the handmaid on the cheek instead and turns to look up at her husband with her pupils blown wide.

“Taste her, my love, she’s delicious.”

Jace can’t think of anything to say, he only does as his wife commands. He stays standing next to the bed but leans over and captures the handmaid’s lips with his own. Her lips are swollen and wet and she returns his kiss eagerly. Just as she slips her own tongue into his mouth, Jace feels his trousers being untied.

With reluctance, he pulls away from the eager woman and grips her jaw with his hand as he looks down. His wife smirks up at him as she goes about undressing him. Jace only chuckles at her antics before pulling the panting handmaid back to his lips.

When his trousers are pulled down he feels his hard cock practically jump out. He groans into the open lips attached to his own when his wife grips his leaking cock. Jace has always considered himself a man with a strong will and patience. His weeping member is a different matter entirely.

This time when the kiss is broken, neither Jace nor the handmaiden is the one to do it. Instead, when he opens his eyes reluctantly he sees that his beloved has grabbed the handmaid by the back of the hair and has pulled her away.

The handmaid, for her part, goes willingly with a heaving chest and a flush that covers her from chest to cheek.

“Why don’t you have a taste of your prince,” his wife says and Jace groans at the words. He watched as she leads the handmaiden down to his cock that is standing hard and eager, waiting for someone to pay it some attention. The handmaid nods eagerly and with his wife’s hand still in her hair, she wraps her wet lips around the head of his cock.

Jace closes his eyes and groans as she licks the white beads that drip from his head. He can’t open his eyes. He knows that if he looks down at her and watches as she takes her time with him he’d lose control. He’d grab her hair and fuck into her mouth without restraint, or worse, he’d finish too soon like a green boy who has just seen his first pair of tits.

No, instead he just stands rigidly by the bed as she takes more and more of his cock into her warm mouth.

He feels a quick peck on his lips before his wife presses her face to his neck and giggles. He smiles at her laugh and reaches out to grab the back of her neck and bring her in for a proper kiss.

She pulls away much too soon for his liking but she whispers as she places another kiss just below his ear, “are you enjoying yourself, my husband?”

He can’t help but let out an incredulous laugh at that. He feels as though he’s died and gone to heaven and he knows that she is aware of that.

“I think you know that I am, my wife,” he says. Another moan rips through him as the handmaid swirls her tongue around the head of his cock before swallowing him completely. Her hands find his balls that tighten when she caresses them. “Tell me, are you enjoying yourself?”

His wife looks down at her pretty handmaid, taking her husband’s cock in her mouth so well, and then looks at her husband who looks as though it’s taking everything in him to restrain himself. She frowns when she realizes that he is the only one still clothed and pulls off his tunic before nodding her head. She is enjoying the show very much.

She doesn’t answer Jace’s question. She only rubs her thighs together to get some type of friction for her soaking cunt. Her ever-observant husband notices though and brings his hand that isn’t holding her hip to her wet folds and lazily feels her wetness.

She grabs for something to steady herself when Jace dips a finger into her heat and curls it just the way she likes it. It takes her a moment to notice that she has grabbed ahold of the handmaid who was sucking on her husband’s cock. When she realizes, her husband has thrust another finger inside of her. Even if she wanted to she couldn’t hold in her moans as he pulls them from her. Attempting to get more (of what she isn’t sure she just wants more of something) she grinds against his hand. Her husband, who has bent down to take her nipple in his mouth, chuckles against her nipple and allows it.

When he rubs at her clit and she starts to feel the sparks and warmness of an approaching climax she pushes the handmaid down on Jace’s cock. The sound of her gagging around his thick member makes her clench around his fingers and throw her head back. She can’t take her eyes off of the scene below her as she pushes the handmaid’s head up and down and feels her throat with her other hand.

At the last moment, she pulls the handmaid away who whines at being pulled away from her task. She also, with reluctance, wiggles away from her husband’s fingers and lays down on the mattress.

Jace looks down at the two women on the bed and thinks he has never been this hard in his life. His wife is laying with her head on the soft pillows with her legs wide open and her glistening cunt on display. He wants to climb onto the bed and devour his wife until she’s moaning so loud the whole of King’s Landing can hear how he pleasures her but he waits. Instead, he grabs the handmaid softly by the throat and pulls her up onto her knees. He bends down slightly and wastes no time shoving his tongue in her mouth. She tastes of him and in an effort to restrain himself, he squeezes her throat lightly.

The action, however, causes the beautiful woman to moan quietly. Jace pulls away slightly (a rope of spit still connecting the two) and looks at her. He takes in her hooded eyes and dilated pupils. Her mouth is slightly open and she’s panting.

“Why don’t you give my wife a kiss with me still on your lips,” he says quietly, against her lips and she nods eagerly.

When she turns around to face his wife, who is smiling slyly up at him, Jace doesn’t think twice about it before he slaps the pretty handmaid’s bottom. He takes himself into his hand and begins to fist his cock when he watches the handmaid lean down and kiss his beloved. His wife traces her tongue along the other woman’s swollen lips and he can’t tell if it’s for show, for his benefit or to truly capture what she has left of him on the other woman’s lips.

“She’s a lucky girl,” his wife says without looking at him, the handmaid nuzzles against her breasts, and his wife pets her hair.

“Maybe you can be so nice as to let her get a taste of you, my love,” Jace says and at that, his wife meets his eyes and he sees her eyes clouded with lust.

She leads the handmaid between her open legs and raises her eyebrow until the woman starts to lick at the wetness.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea,” his wife sighs as she starts to grind her hips against the mouth licking and sucking at her.

The sounds of slurping fill the room and Jace moves his hand from his cock to play with his balls. His wife moans suddenly and he stops himself from swallowing her moans with his mouth.

“Honey, I think she needs to be fucked,” it’s said in a needy and breathless voice. “She’s been such a good girl. Let me watch you fuck her.”

Jace does as his wife commands and finally kneels on the bed. The handmaid has already pushed her rear up for him to take and he palms one of her fleshy cheeks. His cock aches the closer and closer he gets but he waits a moment. He grabs both of her cheeks and pulls them apart and sees the wet stickiness on her folds and thighs. Somehow, she’s even wetter than his wife.

He lines his cock up to her entrance and before he can thrust into her, she slips back while still devouring his wife. He doesn’t move as she takes him into her by herself. Jace grabs her hips to stop her from moving. The warmth and tightness around his cock fill him with such a primal wanting that he’s momentarily frozen.

He opens his eyes, not realizing that he’s closed them, and sees his wife smiling up at him. Despite the moans escaping her and her flushed and sweaty face, she looks like a cat that’s got the cream. It’s that expression that makes Jace pull out of the handmaid’s cunt and thrust into her. Hard.

He sets a hard and fast pace. His hips meeting her ass makes her cheeks bounce and when his cock meets a sweet spot inside of her, her moans cause his wife to arch her back.

She watches as Jace loses his control and fucks the handmaid that is between her legs wildly. The moaning of the other woman sends vibrations through her throbbing pussy as she licks at her clit. The handmaid, despite being fucked within an inch of her life by her mistresses husband, manages to bring her hand to her cunt and slip her fingers into her heat.

She can’t do anything other than grind against the hand and the mouth that works between her legs. She watches as Jace leans forward and grabs the back of the other woman’s neck and pushes her more into her cunt as he starts to rut into her.

She can’t tell if her moans are caused by the pleasure the handmaid is giving her or by the sight of her husband losing control as he roughly fucks into the handmaid who can only moan and grind her hips back.

Jace watches his wife when the woman around him clenches down on his cock. He’s certain there is nothing more arousing than watching his wife moan like a whore with her legs spread wide open for another woman. It’s the most erotic scene he’s ever seen and just watching it makes brings forth a familiar warmth and coil in his abdomen.

He squeezes the fleshy hips in front of him to rein himself in. He refuses to finish now but he’s not going to stop. The sounds of their skin slapping together and the moans of the women and his groans fill the room.

He watches as his wife grips tightly to the hair of the other woman. Her moans have started getting higher in pitch and he knows that means she’s on the verge of her release. One thrust from him and a deep moan from the handmaid into her spasm if cunt has his wife rolling her eyes and finishing loudly.

He stops his thrusting for a moment. Just until she opens her eyes again and blinks lazily up at both of them. It doesn’t take her long to shimmy out from under the handmaid and pull her into a kiss. At that, Jace brings his hand around to the handmaid’s front and finds her bud, and rubs it in time with his thrusts. It’s not long until she follows his wife and is arching against him, her walls clenching around him as she moans loudly into his wife’s mouth.

Jace doesn’t pull out of her. Not yet. Her fluttering walls are pulling him closer to his own release. He thrusts hard into her a few more times before the coil in him snaps. He pulls out quickly and fists his cock with one hand. Before he can move, his wife pushes the handmaid to face his weeping cock again. She opens her mouth willingly and bats her eyes up at Jace.

With a groan, he spills his seed in her mouth, on her tongue, and on her lips. When his own release leaves his body, he tries to get his breathing back to normal but his wife has already grabbed the handmaid and has brought her in for a messy kiss.

It’s sloppy and messy and he knows it’s for him as he watches his wife lick his seed out of the handmaid’s mouth.

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[cilliansdove]

SHOUTING || tommy shelby fanfic ( part 2 )

pairings : tommy shelby x fem/reader

warnings : angst

rating : 16+

a/n: This is my writing and I take full credit for it so please do not copy x paste/rewrite the writing. You may repost/like/comment etc. Enjoy reading!!

part1 finalpart

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A day had passed since I had spoken to Frances. And it seemed that recently, it was only her and Polly that I could trust.

“You look different, Love,” Polly greeted, “Get your hair done, did ya’?”

I smiled at her and nodded, “Does it look alright? I was worried I got it done too short,” I shrugged.

Polly had always been there for me. Through everything. No matter the situation she always had something to say.

“It looks perfect on you, my girl,” Polly frowned, “Now don’t lie to me, Y/n, what’s happened? Your eyes are all puffy.”

Fuck sakes, Polly.

The tears began to pool in my eyes and she pulled me into her chest, “I don’t know what to do?” I questioned myself.

“Are you pregnant?” She queried.

“No, no, not pregnant,” I paused, trying to find the right words, “He…Tommy doesn’t love me anymore,” I sniffed.

It felt almost embarrassing to admit it. Especially to the woman who was like a mother. She knew everything about everyone. In particular, she knew a lot about Tommy and I.

Polly cradled me into her chest, “My dear girl, Tommy will always love you. In order to know that he does, I think leaving may be the best decision for you. Not forever. Just for awhile,” Polly stroked the back of my head, smoothing down my hair, “And when he calls, to say he misses your absence and calls to tell you he still loves you and needs you. Then. And only then. Do you come back.”

The fact Polly had to tell me this, broke my heart. I should of never fallen for Tommy. No.

He used to be so kind, so sweet. But within the days and weeks of business, he slowly became a bitter man. And whilst his face held such coldness, it was clear his insides didn’t. Sometimes I wish they did though.

My tears had dropped and smudged onto Polly’s clothing, “I don’t wanna leave you, Pol,” I cried.

I had no other family around. Everyone had gone. Or, was gone, at least. I didn’t have a single clue as to where they were.

“Stay here then. In secret. Nobody will be able to know though, Y/n, else none of this will work,” she lifted my chin up to look at her, “Do you understand?”

Nodding, I pressed my head to her shoulder and cried.

That’s all I remember doing for a week onwards. I cried, and cried, and cried.

The phone didn’t ring once. The house was silent whilst Polly was out. And I stayed at home, alone. Isolated myself in a confined room. Curtains, closed. Bed, messy. I hadn’t even brushed my hair once.

It felt as though I’d never get myself out. I hadn’t seen the sunrise or the sunset in a week. An entire seven days of pure darkness.

He didn’t care. It was obvious. So much for a husband.

Polly slammed into my room, “Y/n, it’s Tommy.”

My breathing increased at the sound of his name, “What about him? Why should I care?” I shrugged. Tears had fallen for a good seven days. Non-stop. I couldn’t even feel them anymore.

And those tears became silent too.

“No, no, Y/n. He’s not here,” Polly sighed, “He’s in hospital. And he really isn’t doing well, Love.”

I shook my head. I didn’t care a minute ago, why would I care now, “I don’t care, Polly! He doesn’t care about me so why should I just because he got himself stuck in hospital, ay?!”

I didn’t mean to shout. Guess that’s what seven days in darkness does to you.

“Besides, I’d probably bring him to the brink of death if I ever saw him again. I regret not hurting him the same way he hurt me.”

Polly rolled her tongue around her mouth, “You may not think it’s serious, Y/n. But the entire family is worried,” I stared at her. Silently.

“For fuck sakes, Y/n! Would you just-”

My telephone rang.

“You answer it.”

Polly shook her head, “You know who that is, you need to do it.”

I waited for Polly to leave the room, and picked up the phone, just to lay almost dead on the floor.

“Y/n? You there, Love?”

Tommy.

“I don’t want to speak with you.” I fought back the tears, angry tears, that were ready to fall.

“It’s not up for discussion,” he coughed, “I need to see you. Come.”

I laughed down the line, “Why the fuck should I come and see you, Tom?! You have done nothing but hurt me and yet I’m meant to continue to support you? Fuck off.”

I scoffed and hung up before I got the chance to hear what he said.

Tommy rang for me another three times before he gave up.

Polly had left again. Probably to see that beast of a man.

My bedroom door was flung open again. With Polly and someone else?

No.

“I told you we needed to speak,” Tommy approached me and I crawled backwards till my back hit the bed. So much for the hospital. Maybe I was lied to about him being hurt, again.

His presence itself was making me panic, “Stop coming closer.”

“Stop fighting me.”

He picked me up so I could stand. But then tried to embrace me.

“No, no, no! No, Thomas! You do not get to come here and try make amends. I don’t want you anymore,” I sobbed out. I couldn’t possibly love someone like him anymore. He was disloyal, lied, cheated, fucking everything, “Just get out.”

His face stayed cold. As per usual.

“I’m not leaving. Why would I? You’re my wife and you’re pushing me away.”

I gasped at his views, “Me? Pushing you away? I’m not the one who didn’t notice my new hair, or new anything. Or the fact I was drained and tired of your bullshit, Thomas! That’s all on you not me. So don’t come here to blame me for the shit that’s your fault.”

“I had busine-”

I cut him off sick of the crap, “Yeah, business! That’s all you ever have. Or is it? I’m pretty sure you have the barmaid all to yourself too. Maybe she should be your wife instead as I’m sure you’d much rather prefer that.”

He stared at me with an open mouth not knowing what else to say, “What?” I laughed, “You really thought I would never find out.”

“Y/n, that, it- I don’t know what to say to you.”

I pushed him slowly away by his chest, “You don’t have to say anything to me, Shelby. You can just leave.”

He didn’t turn his back. He just took two steps. Two fucking steps out the door. And left.

I was numb. I stared at the blank space where he was stood just mere seconds ago and suddenly ran to the doorway and down the stairs.

But my body was weak. It wasn’t used to walking let alone running. And so I collapsed.

Collapsed into the wall of the bend of the stairs. And hit my head, clearly.

Tommy hadn’t left when it happened, so all I can guess is that it was him who helped. But I don’t know. I only heard a few words before I passed out.

“You lay a single finger on that girl, and I’ll blind you myself, Thomas.”

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