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pairing: gojo, geto, nanami, choso, and toji x fem!reader (separate)
summary: when you catch them using a suggestive piece of clothing from your wardrobe...
content: kinda suggestive, established relationships, toji has no shame at all, allusions to sexual themes, jerking off, pillow humping(?), roommates to lovers (for geto's) pet names, cursing. lmk if I missed anything.
wc: 2.5k
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The house was awfully quiet when you arrived home with your shopping bags in hand. "Satoru?" You call out setting all of your stuff down. Nothing. No over dramatic gasps, no 'babyyyyyy you're back!!!!!!" Absolutely nothing.
Satoru hadn't told you he was going anywhere, had he? Sometimes the man talks so much that you drown out his voice, so you can focus on whatever you need to get done. Which means you could have missed something.
Or maybe he's asleep? Only, Satoru doesn't nap if it isn't with you. So... where could he be?
Before going deeper into your home, you remove your shoes and place them neatly on the wobbly shoe rack he built. He insisted he could build anything, when he'd never even picked up a screwdriver in his life. That's kind of what happens when you belong to a wealthy family, but you didn't want to hurt his pride, so you let him build it.
You tread quietly toward your bedroom in hopes of finding him there. The door is cracked open suspiciously, with caution you slowly push the door open, "Satoru are you- uhhh what are you doing?"
The man in question tenses up when he hears your voice. As if you hadn't seen him he hides your lace panties behind his back.
"I was uh," He does that little coughing thing to make him look less suspicious, but if anything it makes him even more suspicious .
"You were 'uh' what?" Satoru thinks you look like a mother scolding a child the way you stand with your hands on your hips.
"I- I was hah- are you really gonna make me say it, baby?" He looks so red, cute.
"Yeah, go ahead and tell me what you were doing snooping through my underwear drawer." He sighs, but it's soon replaced with a sneaky smile.
"Ineedednewjerkmaterial." He says all jumbled up and quietly.
"Speak up, 'Toru." A whine leaves his lips. What a little baby he is.
"I needed something to help me when I think about you while jerking off." He spoke clearly this time, so you stop teasing him.
"Well you can't use those ones, 'cuz those are my favorites. Let me find you a different pair." He's in shock the whole time while watching you dig through the dresser.
"Really? You're just gonna give me a pair?"
"Why not? All you had to do was ask. I'm sure you'll buy me more anyway, knowing you." He snorts at that. It's true, Satoru likes to buy you anything and everything, sexy underwear is no exception.
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You've noticed that some of your favorite bras have gone missing since you asked your roommate, Geto, to do your laundry when you get too busy. It was a little suspicious when he seemed more than happy to do your laundry, but who were you to think anything of it when he was making one less chore for you?
Sweet, little, and innocent you, didn't suspect that Geto could be the one stealing your bras, though. He's too much of a gentleman, you think. He always opens doors for you, lets you use the bathroom before he does, and when you aren't up to make something, he'll cook you dinner.
He's a picture perfect roommate so there's no way he could be the one. You'll still ask him his opinion on the matter though, because your bras are not cheap, and if they keep going missing you'll have to buy more.
It's Wednesday, which is the day Geto usually washes your laundry for you. There is a very important job interview you have to leave for in ten minutes so you rush to get your hamper to him.
"Suguru- I um I need your help with something." Geto cannot help but stare you down. You're dressed in a black blazer with a white dress shirt underneath, and a pencil skirt that should reach around to your knees, but because you had bend down earlier to pick something up, the skirt hiked up just a little bit.
"What's up, princess?" The first time he had called you 'princess' you just about had a meltdown. He told you not to think too much of it, it was just a nickname.
The smell of his lotion fills your nostrils and his hair is still wet from his shower. There's also no shirt covering his perfectly built body.
"Well.. uh. Some of my bras are going missing. Can you keep an eye out to make sure there's no pervert at the laundromat stealing my bras?" A chuckle almost leaves his throat. You are too cute for him, of course you wouldn't blame him for the disappearance of your bras.
"Of course, I'll keep watch." Since you are running short on time you give him a tight lipped smile and quickly make a run out of your apartment.
"Cute." Slips from his lips, although no one hears it.
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There's hope. The interview had seemed to go great, the woman interviewing you said she'd give you a call letting you know if you got the job or not.
To celebrate the potential job, you bought yourself a pint of ice cream on the way home.
When you unlocked the door you didn't even announce yourself, assuming he might have been out or napping.
Before going to your room, you grab a spoon from the kitchen in order to eat the deliciously sweet treat you bought for yourself.
Your room was at the end of the hallway so you would have to pass Geto's room to get to yours. As you walk past his room, you almost drop your spoon in shock when you hear your supposed goody two shoes roommate moan out your name.
A series of grunts and 'fucks' leave his lips after the sudden call of your name. Curiosity killed the cat, huh? Well you don't care enough to let that stop you. It's rude not to knock but when Geto's calling out your name like that you think you have plenty of reason to barge in.
"Suguru what are you-" You should have just went to your room. The sight you walked in on had you dropping your ice cream and spoon on the floor. Geto is not as innocent as you thought he was, not when he's got your favorite laced bra attached to his pillow while he fucks it like they're your tits.
You would think he'd have the decency to stop when you caught him, but you catching him only made him speed up, his hips snapping at an extraordinary pace.
"Fuck, princess. Didn't want you to find out like this. Shit- need your tits so bad." He cums with no shame over the part of the pillow that would be the crevice of your breasts.
You can't even be mad at him, it's hot, but you'll still give him a peace of your mind.
"Suguru! That's- that's my bra! And you- gosh you are so perverted!!!! I never would have thought-" It takes him a minute, but when he comes down from his high, he apologizes sincerely for taking your bras.
And now that you know he wants you just as much as you want him, you indulge in his fantasies of fucking your pretty tits.
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He was going on a business trip for a few weeks and took a pair or two with him so he wouldn't have to bother you.
It doesn't even register that any are missing either, because he picks the pairs that you don't care too much about. They don't have to be sexy, Nanami loves anything you wear.
The only reason he does get caught is because he allows it to happen.
It's the second week, day two of his business trip and he decided to have a drink with his coworker, which he never does, but he misses you and a drink would help, even if only for a little while.
Nanami's toleration is high, so one drink turns into seven and he starts to feel the effects around the 8th one, which his coworker cuts him off after that.
"Dude, that's a lot, even for you." He says to Nanami, which he has to agree with, but his drunk mind doesn't want to.
"'s not nearly the 'mount I drink when 'm at home." His coworker chuckles and pays his tab along with Nanami's. (nanami will pay him back in the morning when he's in his right mind)
Said coworker drops him off at his hotel room and makes sure he gets in okay, he also reminds him to, "Call your wife, she might get worried if she doesn't hear from you."
He will. He'll call you as soon as this boner goes away... just thinking about you along with the alcohol in his body has him hard.
He stumbles through his suit case looking for the panties he'd packed in there. A smile graces his face when he finds them, they aren't cute, at all by any means.
He chose them not because they're sexy but because they're just normal, meaning you wear them a lot more often.
His steps are heavy as he about marches to the bed he's been sleeping in for the past two weeks. His conscious starts screaming at him not to jerk off with your panties but in the end, his dick wins.
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It's about 11:43 pm when you receive a face time call from your husband. He called you earlier, telling you about his day, so you find it a little unusual for him to be calling at this hour.
When you slide the accept button, you're met with your husband's dick and your panties covering his tip. For a second your eyes widen trying to register what exactly is going on, once you do, arousal pools in your gut.
"What's this honey?" He strokes his dick faster when he hears your voice.
"Keep talking, pretty." He's completely gone, you notice. His cheeks flushed a pretty pink and his eyes rolled back.
"I see you have my panties, what's that about?" A low groan leaves his throat but it's cut off by his words.
"Knew I would miss you. Packed them in my suitcase." The chances of him remembering any of this in the morning was low. Nanami usually has a hard time remembering anything from when he was drunk.
So, being the tease you are, you take a screenshot of him in this state.
"Fuck fuck fuck, gonna cum, please keep talking, Honey." You do as he wishes, saying random little things to help him reach his orgasm. It happens so fast and he's got you rubbing yourself through your shorts.
"You still with me baby?" You ask after he goes quiet for a few seconds. It doesn't take a genius to realize that he was knocked out.
You
[image attached]
pervert π
sent 11:58 pm
My love π
I'm not going to drink anymore on this trip.
sent 7:39 am
You
You should, it's hot when I get phone calls from my needy husband π
sent 7:40 am
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He can't hide it. In fact, he gets caught before he even makes it anywhere with them.
Last night was another night shift so you got home at the dawn hours of the night. A shower and a hot pocket later you were in bed. You made the assumption that Choso had gone out to see his brother, since you didn't see him anywhere in the apartment.
The sound of rustling around awakes you from your sleep.
"Cho? Is that you, baby?" It didn't sound concerned or anything, just a sleepy mumble.
"Oh uh- yes. Hi, good morning." His words are rushed like a kid who's trying not to get into trouble for something they did.
Your pretty eyes peek open to see Choso digging through your drawer for something.
"What are you looking for, babe?" He starts to stutter and try to come up with something you'll believe.
"You were picking out a shirt for me in my bra drawer?" His cheeks turn a bright red as he tries to explain himself.
"It's not what you think-! Okay it is what you think... but I haven't been seeing you much, since you always work late so I wanted to take one of your bras..." He's so cute. Gosh how could you not give him one.
"Okay, pick one out and I'll tell you if you can take it or not. You have to bring it back later though, it's not for you to keep.
He shakes his head furiously fast like a bobble head, and you can't help but laugh.
Choso is the most adorable thing to walk this earth.
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He doesn't even try to hide it, AT ALL. Today was the day of your once a week girls night with your friends. It was usually just some karaoke and dinner and on the occasion; shopping.
Instead of the usual your girls had taken you partying at a club. It was fun to dance around with your friends and scream song lyrics while being slightly intoxicated. Luckily, you aren't the designated driver.
When you had clumsily slipped your shoes off in your drunken stupor you realized that it was quiet in the house.
Too quiet, even for your husband. Toji's definitely up to something, because he'd usually be waiting on the couch for you to return home, and he's not.
"Oh baby~" It's slurred tremendously but you still get it out. Silence returns your call, so you take it upon yourself to find him.
The first and most obvious place to look is the bedroom; you'll start there and keep going. The door was closed but you could still hear him. Upon contrary belief Toji is loud during sex. He probably couldn't shut up to save his life.
His loud groans and moans start to cut off meaning he must be close. Is he watching a video he's recorded of you? Potentially.
Most would probably leave their boyfriend alone to finish so he doesn't get embarrassed, but this Toji Fushiguro we are talking about; he does not care.
You slowly pull the door open only to find out that your husband is not in fact watching a video, but getting off to your panties around his dick.
"Tojiiii, without me?" It doesn't even click that he's using your underwear at the moment.
"Fuck- I thought you weren't gonna be back until-" You must have shocked the shit out of him, because he stops touching himself to check his phone.
"Oh. You're home on time." He throws his phone down onto the bed and sighs.
"Waita' minute," It finally registers that those are your panties he's jerking off too.
"Toji, why do you have my panties? Pervert." And to nobody's surprise, Toji gets off to that kind of stuff. He likes when you call him out.
"Hah- shit. Don't ask such stupid questions... are you gonna come over here and help me finish?" A little smirk covers your face as you walk over to the bed.
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note: lmaoooo geto's got a little bit out of control
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do you think Falin's chimerism would affect her lifespan and behaviors? or just her body? maybe she can make more animalistic noises or has vague dragon-like instincts?
thatβs a really good question! I think we could probably figure this out by taking a look at what we know about Falin, what we know about red dragons, whether these things would apply to Falin, and go from there.
The obvious external changes Falin has are: her eyes, her teeth, and her feathers.
Itβs hard to pin down what Falin is like! Throughout the duration of the manga, she wasnβt really a character so much as a plot device. We have almost nothing told from her point of view, and the majority of her unbiased (as in, weβre seeing her through a neutral lens and not another characterβs perception of her) characterization is from the post-canon omake.
Even Falin believes that her wanderlust might come from her dragon side, but she's not sure. Personally, I think itβd make a lot of sense if it kind of does, in the sense that she has 20/20 vision now, haha! For most of her life, she could probably only see clearly within a relatively small sphere surrounding her, and now she can see everything. She can look up and around freely in a way she couldnβt before. Fuck man, if I had magic lasik Iβd probably go out more too.
Some other quirks that are really unclear whether itβs typical for Falin or chimera-influenced:
she enters rooms through windows, sometimes. And given the leaves in her hair, I think itβs reasonable to assume this is not the first floor π But who knows! Maybe thatβs not new for Falin.
She points out that Laiosβs scent could deter monsters. Maybe she has enhanced smell. But again, it isnβt unreasonable to think this is something she would have said before. (I think even Chilchuck and Izutsumi, whose senses of smell are enhanced, canβt identify scents well. Kuro, however, can.)
VIOLENCE! But again, weβve seen her beat shit with her staff before, and she also used to wield a flail. It IS a trait for red dragons to fight any large threat, so if anything, sheβs got even better monster fighting instincts than before. I don't think this would carry over to people. Falin has always been better with people, and I'm personally not a fan of seeing her depicted as territorial or possessive. Marcille is already the possessive one, and didn't need dragon blood to be like that.
Ultimately, I don't think her dragon traits extend much farther beyond this. Especially when you consider How Little the dragon is represented as in her conscience.
it's not like it's a 50/50 split. She's like a person with a dragon ratatouille. I don't think she'd be able to make dragon noises. I don't think her body is built for that. I know there's like, a set list of tropey characteristics that are given to almost every non-human character in fiction. and sure that's FINE but they tend not to be especially personalized to the character, and tend to just be an excuse to write them OOC. Like, sure, dragons may have instincts regarding sleep habits, hunting, courting, raising young, etc etc, but so do humans! And we don't compulsively act on every instinctual whim we have. I don't see why it'd be any harder for her new dragon instincts.
If anything, I think she'd feel more affected by the fact that she has part of the demon in her.
I don't think Falin's in any sort of trouble. All the demon was was a way to communicate with people. Here, it's representing Falin's tether to the infinite realm, to mana itself. The winged lion no longer has the desire to consume anymore because, yknow, Laios has that now. This is very likely why she no longer needs to chant to cast magic.
But what else does this mean for her? She already had unusually high reserves of mana + an innate connection with spirits, but is her mana essentially limitless now? How would that affect her lifespan? I'm leaning towards, it wouldn't really?? But is she immune to mana sickness now? Is it more like her magic is just sort of amplified like it would be in a dungeon?
We can infer that having more mana doesn't increase your lifespan, because-- while elves and gnomes have both naturally high levels of mana and longer lifespans-- dwarves live longer but have lowest levels of mana of all.
So to answer your question! Maybe a little bit?? But I don't think she'd change a whole lot.
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pairing: charles leclerc x fashionista!reader.
warnings: nothing! just reader being a bad bitch.
faceclaim: rihanna.
summary: charles keeps trying to tell everyone heβs in a relationship with you, the it girl of the fashion world. yet, no one believes him. heβs very keen on changing that.
β part two of my 500 followers celebration β‘ β
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yourcompanyname: our boss y/n l/n at the cfda gala last night where she was awarded the fashion icon award. pictures of her arriving to, during and after the event.
ynswife: βdo my tits bother you? they're COVEREDβ¦ in swarovski crystals girl!β
-> user1: oh she ate this look up so bad.
user7: i remember when she was still interning for vogue and now sheβs one of the biggest makeup and clothing moguls in the world π₯Ί
-> yourcompanyname: thanks for being with us since the beginning!! check your dms for a surprise! π
user5: thatβs my favourite fashion designer!
user6: did yβall see the post-award interview? she was giggling saying she was going to celebrate with someone after getting the awardβ¦. i wonder who it was.
-> user9: probably just her best friend. theyβre really close and she helps her get ready for events like this.
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β phone conversation between CHARLES LECLERC and Y/N L/N.
CHARLES LECLERC: they donβt believe it! they donβt believe iβm dating you!
Y/N L/N: theyβre probably joking babe-
LECLERC: they called me a french twink! iβm not even french!
L/N: i know babe.
LECLERC: we need to ramp it up. can i wear one of your designs? maybe theyβll understand when iβm dressed in your fashion.
L/N: i have the perfect outfits for you. iβll send them tomorrow!
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gqmens: charles leclerc is our new cover boy, dressed in yourcompanynameβs menswear from head to toe.
landonorris: can you get me some clothes π©
-> user6: BUY EM π€¨
user2: idc if heβs a stalker, heβs sooooo fine iβm sorry.
-> dumbass1: he can stalk me deadass. go all joe goldberg on me ππ©
user89: heβs really trying to make us believe that heβs dating herβ¦. weβre not that gullible dumbass!
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y/nsfanpage: last night y/n was seen at the movie premiere of βmaterial girlβ, the second film that sheβs produced under her production company!
user3: queen!! donβt know what looks better, her or the movie!
user8: some vroom vroom guy is saying heβs dating herβ¦.
-> user9: imagine π
user7: heβs even buying clothes to pretend heβs sponsored by her thatβs crazy ππππ
-> user5: she needs a restraining order iβm so serious.
user6: she looks so good!! π
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β phone conversation between CHARLES LECLERC and Y/N L/N.
LECLERC: we need to pull out the big guns.
L/N: if youβre sureβ¦
LECLERC: i just want people to understand and believe iβm dating you. i donβt want people to believe iβm a weird stalker.
L/N: oh babe, iβm so sorry. you know what? iβll take the day off tomorrow, we can go out and spend all day doing what youβd like to do.
LECLERC: all i want to do is be with you.
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user7: HE STOLE MY WIFE!!!!!! BOOOO
user6: i apologise mr leclerc i was unfamiliar with your game.
-> user7: donβt ever doubt the game of a peculiar white dude.
user78: she looks so good even blurry.
user67: that outfit is crazy he looks like a mime.
-> user23: heβs never beating the french allegations.
user12: first pic is actually so cute!!
user34: i still think itβs photoshopped.
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βGIDDY UP & GO!!... β
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warnings: subbot! male reader, domtop! boothill, genitals are not explicitly mentioned, grinding, no actual penetration, unnecessary descriptions how much there is of spit (sorry if ur not into that), predator/prey if u squint, nd gunplay if u squint really really hard (is implied), lots of pentnames, praise, save a horse ride a cowboy but I change a factor, cowboy hat rule because RRGHGHGRHRGHHGHGHG
prompt: boothill has made it his life mission to cash in the money he gets when he lands you behind bars. however, when it becomes apparent as to why you let him pursue you, he begins to chase you for an entirely different reason
notes: lost 50/50 to yanqing (he's still my kid nd I love him regardless YANQING HATERS LEAVE!!!!) when wishing for aventurine. now I'm pulling for boothill if I don't get my little gambler (if Sunday is playable and better than boothill then im sorry to my fav cowboy yeehaw) not beta read
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βOh, my.β
Boothill hates your guts. Thatβs a given.
He hates the way you carry yourself, the sly remarks youβll make if you spot even one hint of insecurity, the slight draw on certain syllables to give a mocking tone- you, in general. Although heβs more on the bothering side than the bothered, youβre just so much more annoying than he thought even possible. Guess thatβs why youβre known as a high-end bandit.
Heβs been on your tail for weeks, chasing any leads (a lot of them, like you wanted the chase) he could get his hands on. Heβs even seen you slinking around taverns, poker tables, run-down hotels- for fucksβ sake, even on horseback racing down a dirt path while attempting to rob a moving train. To feel the satisfaction of seeing the credits Boothill would obtain after putting you behind bars is all he wants to experience because this is just getting ridiculous.
So, why the hell now, is he bound up to the ceiling with chains thicker than his own ankle after finding your base?
The amused smile finds its way upon your lips and Boothill wants to do nothing more than to kick it right off. You were in a vulnerable position before he decided to sneak in, with your chair tipped as your feet were kicked up on a busted wooden table, a bandana resting over your eyes to block out the sunlight that dared to drift into the room. Boothill made the dumbest mistake by alerting you of his presence through triggering a well hidden trip-wire. Perking you up, you began to rise from your seat, swiftly removing the bandana from your eyes and fingers instinctively on the handle of your revolver that sat on the gun holster strapped to your thigh. The trap triggered so fast, Boothillβs sensors barely had time to react to it before the βsnap!βs and βcrack!βs echoed throughout the room and he was pressed against the ceiling within seconds.
Sharp glares were stabbing through your form as your hand rested on your hip as you whistled, looking up at the ranger in slight surprise and smugness. Aeons, he hated you.
βWow, such a reckless move to jusβ prance yer way in here, no? Hey, aren't cha a Galaxy Ranger or somethinβ?β You tease, swiveling your chair so that you could sit backwards on it, crossing your arms atop of the back rest so you could rest your chin on your forearms, βSurely, ya coulda suspected that I woulda set up a trap. But why waste all yer precious time on someone as measly as me? I ainβt nothinβ but a lilβ olβ bandit.β
βYou better seal yer pretty lilβ lips, doll.β Boothill hisses at you, his voicebank glitching to censor the words he so desperately wanted to say, βMy bullets donβt take too kindly to sweet talkers nβ foxes.β
A laugh echoes throughout the falling apart structure then settles into a hum as you stand up and kick the chair against the wall, βYa sure like to talk big. Kinda fits ya, though.β The chair slams right under Boothill and you slowly make your way towards it, the clinking of spurs on your boots highlighting every step you take.
Looking up at the suspended robot, your left foot raises and rests on the seat, leaning in to provoke the cyborg even further, βItβs kinda cute how ya keep pursuinβ me despite all these failed attempts. How βbout I give ya more of a reason to keep chasinβ me than only doinβ it for jusβ the credits?β
Boothillβs eyebrows creased in suspicion as your hand raises up to his face, contemplating just biting your fingers straight off until he hears the click of the safety and a metal barrel against the human skin of his jaw. His teeth clench in anger as you nearly laugh at his compliance, reaching above his head and snatching his hat right off.
Oh, he was going to kill you for sure-
The hat plops onto your head and you wink at him while sticking your tongue out.
What.
There wasnβt-
There was no way.
βCatch me if ya can, cowboy.β You say dismissively, briskly turning around and walking out of the rundown hideout. However, before you could get out of his line of sight, your head turned to face him and you said, βIβll be waitinβ. As always.β
Dumbfounded and a half an hour later collapsed on the floor from the wooden boards snapping- which loosened the chains, he replays that minute over and over again. He didnβt want to believe that had actually happened but his memory told him otherwise.
There was no way that you...
Whatever. Heβll think about it later. He needs to get his damn hat back.
The first time Boothill finds you, itβs in a more forest-y area. Youβre on your trusty steed, talking to some other criminals with little interest. The cowboy watches the interaction, paying special attention to your reactions to see if youβve noticed his presence. From what he could tell, you didnβt seem to see that he was watching while using the shrubbery to cover him and the horse he was on. The people you were talking to he recognized from some wanted posters, only worth some credits. Not as much as your bounty, though.
...
...Youβre still wearing his hat.
βLook, partner,β Your voice dips into an exhausted, low, sigh, βI need that shipment as soon as possible, ya hear? I ainβt got too much time left before sheβs reached her time. Ion care how ya get it, I need it in at least a week! Otherwise sheβll get real snappy and Iβm gonna hafta put some lead in some poor person's head.β
One of the bandits flashes a worried look to another, βBoss, ya donβt understand! The Xianshou Luofuβs been havinβ sum sorta delay! We ainβt gonna get those packages βtil some long period of time!β
Boothillβs interest peaks as you begin to snap, βDid ya not hear me? I said, βIon care how ya get them!β Find a way! Talk to that Trailblazer everyoneβs been praisinβ about or somethinβ! Jusβ get me my stuff before βm gonna start blowinβ some brains out-β
A rustle causes you to pause your sentence as you draw your weapon immediately, the barrel facing his direction and bullets fly. Boothillβs horse had begun to munch on the bush, which gave away his position, but thankfully he moved quick enough to get out of the way.
You decided to book it when you caught sight of the familiar white and black hair, spurs hitting the sides of your horse as you begin to get out of the area to leave nothing but a trail of dust. Boothill doesnβt hesitate to race after you, whipping the reins of his horse to get her going.
Branches and twigs tug at Boothillβs hair as he chases you through the forest, lowering his torso so that he could lessen the wind resistance as his horseβs hooves slam against the ground. Youβre quite the distance away, mostly because your horse is pretty speedy. Itβs how you get away from crime scenes so fast. However, Nellie, the horse Boothill is riding currently, is also quite fast.
Although, not fast enough because in the end, he still loses you.
The curses he spits all get censored immediately as he slows into a stop, head turning in every direction to see if you left any trail behind. Only to see none. Didnβt expect as much from a skilled criminal.
The second time he spots you is in the tavern, playing a game of poker with people that had their pockets stuffed full of cash. βRich folk,β Boothill grimaces as he could see them tilt their chin up like the world owes them something. If you rob them, he wonβt feel even a sliver of remorse.
He knows that you can see him as he leans against the wall to watch the match, some of the rich getting intensively frustrated as they begin to fold after betting so high. Judging by the scheming smile on your face, he could tell you have a winning hand. Then again, when are you never smiling like you have something up your sleeve?
Finally, in the showdown, you and the person youβre going up against reveal your cards and you win with a four of a kind. Lucky.
The people at the table groan and push their chips in your direction, getting up to leave as their attitudes have just been soured over that singular match. Boothill takes the opportunity to walk over to you and remove the gun from his holster and press it right up against your lower back, hand coming up to snatch his hat that rests atop your head.
βI wouldnβt do that if I were you.β
A window shatters behind him and he could hear flames begin to roar but he doesnβt dare tear his eyes away from you. Only when he feels cold metal press against the nape of his neck does his actions falter and his eyes turn to face whoever decided to draw their weapon.
He blinks in shock to see a figure completely made of water, his gaze returning to you and seeing you sitting on the edge of the table with your gun pressed against his forehead. Shit. Heβs lost again.
The tavern completely surrenders to the flames as people scream at the sight of fire, swallowing up the alcohol and wood. Boothill can hear his fans whirring to prevent himself from overheating but the attempt is futile as the room begins to get unbearably hot. Heβs not sure if itβs just the fire thatβs causing him to overheat or itβs because you look insanely good with all this red and orange light.
...
What is he even thinking right now?
βYβknow, itβs gettinβ real fun toyinβ with ya, cowboy.β You speak, completely unbothered by all the heat in the building. He canβt even see a single drop of sweat on your face. Even so, you continue, βBut I think ya can do a little better than this.β
The rangerβs lips purse in offense, glaring at you as best as he could. The gun you had pointed lazily at his forehead falls to the floor and Boothill isnβt sure how long he can last in this heat. Before his system could finally shut down because of overheating, he could feel your lips press against the area where your gun was pressed up against. Then, he falls over as his system forcibly turns him off.
The third time Boothill sees you, heβs lying on a metal workbench with cold water floating above him and fans blowing in his direction. Heβs confused, obviously, and on his toes as he realizes heβs not in an area heβs not familiar with. He attempts to sit up to find a way to escape only to realize that he canβt move his arm. Now, heβs terrified.
βRelax, cowboy.β Your voice coos from behind a computer, typing away at something as you're taking a tip from a glass. Presumably water. βIβm cooling ya off. Youβre welcome... You should be able to move now.β
Boothill shoots up from his spot and rips off the cables that are attached to his left arm, head darting around to look for his gun. He hears a click and once again finds himself with a gun pressed up against his jaw.
βLookinβ for this?β
The crosshair that replaces his once human pupils flit over to your direction, noticing that you were holding his revolver in your dominant hand. Boothill swears that you must like pointing a barrel in his direction for how many times this has been done. He also sees that youβre wearing his very cropped jacket over your usual attire. ... And youβre still wearing his hat.
βThatβs mine, pretty boy.β The ranger gives you a half-assed growl as his censor kicks in once more, already getting annoyed at your sly behaviour, βYa really got a knack for takinβ stuff thatβs not yours, huh? No wonder yer a criminal.β
You giggle at his words, tossing his gun on the metal workbench, βItβs not loaded, neither is your little gun hand.β You tell him, like he was going to start unloading mags into your skin. Turning around, you walk back to your computer and open up a drawer on the desk it sits on, βWell?β You ask after a momentary silence, leaning on one of your legs as you crack open a bottle of whiskey and begin to pour it into your empty glass.
ββWellβ, what?β Boothill narrows his eyes at you, picking up his revolver and shoving it back into his thigh holster. Heβll just have to go to the nearest mechant and buy more bullets.
βAinβt ya gonna, I donβt know, take yer hat back?β You ask him, taking a sip of the alcohol that gives a slight burn down your throat, βWeβre in an enclosed space, barely any room tβmove around, exitβs right behind ya βn all. Perfect chance tβarrest me, if I dare so say mβself.β
He blinks. Thereβs got to be some sort of trap if the setup is this perfect. Heβs not going to make the same mistake he did before, not again. So, his sensors scan the room quickly, which leaves you unamused, and he sees that there are in fact no traps in this room. Boothill almost doesnβt want to believe it.
βAre ya playinβ some sort of game with me?β Boothillβs eyes begin to squint in suspicion, carefully trying to think of a situation you might pull that puts him on the losing end of the stick, βYer jusβ gonna let yourself get arrested? Jusβ like that?β
βWhat? Ya donβt wanna do it? Too scared?β You taunt him again, causing the cowboyβs circuits to boil in animosity.
βYa know what?β Boothill smiles a tense one, taking long, menacing steps in your direction, βIβve βbout had it with your attitude, pretty boy. Seems like ya didnβt have anybody ta teach ya proper manners.β All of a sudden, you felt yourself being slammed up against the wall behind you with a grunt, Boothillβs right hand keeping your wrists together and his left hand tilting your chin up to look at him, his eyes glowing a dangerous red, βI mean, after that stunt ya pulled in yer lilβ base, it seems like ya wanna be caught by me.β
βHah.. guilty as charged.β You laugh, attempting to keep your smooth facade up, only for it to crack once you could feel his metal knee nudge between your thighs. A whine rips through your throat as he keeps his knee still, not bothering to give you the pleasure you oh so wanted from the day you saw him.
βHow βbout it, doll?β Boothill sneers at your pathetic expression, lips getting dangerously close to yours, βI can give ya a better punishment than jail could.β
One thingβs for sure: Boothillβs mechanical body does not have any built in... pleasure devices, heβs nearly as smooth as a doll. However, there is a slightly large bump on his pelvis in the shape of an oval that if you were to grind just right up against, youβll-
βO-oh!β
Boothillβs lips curve up into a smirk as he sees you push down hard against his metallic form, trying to settle your trembles by wrapping your arms tightly around his neck to stabilize yourself. Itβs cute, he thinks, seeing you all desperate for sexual relief. The way you hopelessly cling to him like heβs the last thing keeping you alive. He canβt believe he actually thought about putting you behind bars if getting you wrapped around his finger was this satisfying.Β
βHowβs it feel, pretty boy?β Boothill whispers in your ear, causing a shiver to rack your spine as his grip adjusts to settle on your lower waist, pushing you even further against him, βFeel like yer gonna explode yet?β
Whimpering in response, your shaky fingertips grip onto his shoulders as your forehead now presses against his. Soft pants fill the room and Boothill can practically see the hearts in your eyes as your hips continue to move against his. You both still have your clothes on but this all still feels so intimate, probably better than actual penetration.
The rangerβs hand reaches up to tug his hat that still rests on your head, fixing it back from its tilted state, βYa look like ya wanna kiss, doll.β He teases, bringing your chin closer to the point where your noses brushed up against one another.
βPl-please..β You say breathily, gently tugging at his hair.
βAttaboy.β Boothill snickers in response, βLooks like yer finally learning.β His freakishly long tongue slithers past his lips as soon as they press against yours, slipping into your mouth as saliva begins to spill down your chin. Aeons, youβre just so cute.
Soft moans are swallowed up by Boothillβs greedy mouth, his thumb coming up to pull against your bottom lip before he pulls away and the only thing that connects your mouths is the thin trail of spit. His robotic thumb pushes into your mouth, pressing against your tongue as drool continues to spill down your pretty lips. He could get used to this.
He notices how much faster your hips move, calculating that you were close as whines and whimpers flood the room. The smile on Boothillβs face only widens even further, bumping his hips up to catch you off guard. He knows he succeeds when he hears a shaky squeak come from your mouth.
βWhatβs wrong, pretty boy? Ya gonna bust?β The ranger sneers, the thumb in your mouth shifting so he widens your lips by pushing at the sides, βYβknow, I could easily deny ya of that relief. Ya kinda deserve it for teasinβ me this whole time.β
You shake your head violently, already too close to be pulled away now. Boothill snickers in response, βNo? What makes ya think you can tell me what to do?β A pleading look flashes across your features and Boothill has half the decency to make you beg for release. He decides to have mercy on you, though, βMmmn, I mean, I guess ya have been pretty obedient. Go on and blow yer load fβme, pretty.β
With a shudder and a slight bite on Boothillβs metal thumb, your pants get soaked in your fluids, staining the fabric. Your hips jerk a couple of times to ride out your orgasm then you started slumping onto his chest in exhaustion. Boothillβs other hand rubs at your hip to soothe you, letting you rest in place to calm the trembles that still cause your body to twitch in overstimulation.
βGood boy.β He says softly, pulling his thumb out of your mouth, watching as it dripped since it was slick with your spit. Letting you catch your breath for a moment, he waits before he decides to ask, βSo, what package were ya waitinβ for?β
βBaby stuff.β You sigh, face burying into Boothillβs neck, βMy sisterβs expecting βnd her wifeβs been tellinβ me to get that stuff as soon as possible. The Luofu has been delaying their packages for a bit, somethinβ about shippinβ difficulties. Canβt believe yaβd remember something like that, though.β
The cowboy huffs in response, βBeinβ a cyborgβs got some perks. The only bad part is that ion got a dick to fuck ya with. Woulda been nice to see ya unable to walk for a few days.β
You sit up and give him a weird look, hands resting on his shoulders, βYa do know strap-ons exist, right?β The way you said that made him feel much stupider, like you were pointing out the obvious to him.
β...Oh.β Boothillβs face flushes embarrassingly hot as his fans kick in once more.
Aeons, he hated you.
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Can I request a aventurine x reader where the reader is an emotional person. Very expressive but not really much in words. (Trust issues showing π)
EMOTIONAL - aventurine x reader
- in which you are a very emotional person, but you don't express your feelings with words.
- hiii anonnnn! i'm sorry if i get this wrong lollll i tried to make it in the way i interpreted it but if u want me to change it then i will π anyways i hope you enjoy!
- crying and breaking down is rlly all there is to warn here lolll.... soft aventurine I love soft aventurine wc 535
At first, Aventurine probably didnβt really realize what was wrong until it hit him that youβve never really verbally expressed your feelings to him before.
Heβs seen you cry, fidget with your hands, his own hands, a keychain on your purse, but heβs never actually heard you verbalize your emotions.
So, heβs gotten used to letting you cry into his shoulder whenever you have a random little outburst. He doesnβt know why, and he knows you have a really hard time stressing your worries to him, so he sits there and lets you do your thing.
Heβs learned to give you his hands to hold and toy with whenever you need to calm down as well. He shows you his little coin tricks to keep you occupied sometimes, knowing that it helps to ground you and make you calm down.
When it comes down to sudden bursts of happiness, it always makes Aventurines heart bloom. He enjoys seeing you happy, even if he doesnβt necessarily understand why youβre happy (you usually tell him little things about why youβre happy. Itβs not as hard when it comes down to that!)Β
When youβre angry, he lets you have your moment. He might argue back if youβre yelling at him though, because he didnβt even do anything! But heβll leave it alone if you start to back down, because he believes there is not really any sense in fighting.
For example, there was one time he was preparing dinner, due to your request. You didnβt feel too much like doing it tonight, and he got off of work really early. All of the sudden, he hears tiny sniffles from out of nowhere. You were in the middle of watching a tv show, but it wasnβt even all that sad. He turned around when he heard it, and halted his movements for a few seconds.
He heard it again, and continued to chop the cucumber for the salad you two were going to have that night. He hollered over to you in the middle of his movements.
βHey, y/n, you alright?β He asks, not looking back. He could sense your eyes on his back, likely filled to the brim with tears waiting to spill.Β
You sigh and then start crying. He finishes what heβs doing and then walks over to you, putting a hand on the small of your back, proceeding in his movements to rub up and down while you cry into the top of the couch.Β
He eventually decides it would be best to sit down next to you, carefully trying to pull your arms away from your face and bring you into his chest. When heβs successful, he leans against a pillow on the armrest of the couch and start kissing your temples, moving down to your chin, and then laying soft kisses on your neck. You eventually calm down, and dinner has been long forgotten.
You rest in his arms, his head perched on top of yours. Youβre so comfortable, but you feel like you want to apologize and run, but you didnβt. You knew he didnβt mind these tiny outbursts, and that was the huge reason why you love him so much <3
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Unreserved
Feyd x gn!reader
Warnings: 18+, MDNI; penetration, oral sex (reader receiving), not really soft but maybe - maybe soft!dom Feyd?, spit as lube, kinda rough sex
Summary: Feyd can be himself with you and vents his frustration, no plot, just smut. no beta, appx. 1.8k words.
a/n: no physical description of reader; reader is not shocked by violence, very similar to Feyd himself was my goal anyway.
Feyd swept everything off the table with one stroke. His yell almost vibrated the walls. He was cool, calculated, stoic even, when he was in public. Here, however, just the two of you, he could let the emotions out. The only other place this was possible for him was in the arena. He stood, fists holding his weight on the tabletop, breathing heavily. His brow was furrowed, but began to soften.
You rose from your chair, barely rattled by his outburst. It wasnβt directed at you. As you walked toward him you assessed his state. He was angrier than you had seen in a while. The move from Giedi Prime had been a difficult one. He was honored to be named governor, but there was more here. Something new, perhaps.
You stood next to him, trailed your fingers up his forearm. The muscles and tendons were straining with his anger, like a bow string pulled taught. But at your touch he let his head droop forward just a little. It was enough encouragement that you continued to stroke up his bicep. You let your hand rest on his shoulder for a moment, watching, reading his body. His breathing had slowed but his fists still pressed hard against the table.
βMy darling,β you smiled at him. You tilted your head to try to read his face. βWhat has happened?β He didnβt look up at you, but closed his eyes and growled. He straightened so swiftly that you snatched your hand away.
βMy brother,β he finally turned to look at you. βRabban is useless and has wasted so much time on theseβ¦ Fremen.β He spat the final word.
You took a step closer to him. You held his gaze as you reached to stroke his perfectly smooth neck, your thumb caressing the back of his jaw, just below his ear. His brow began to relax but his jaw was still clenched tight with rage and frustration.
βYou can make up for lost time,β you spoke low and soft. βYou can correct his mistakes.β
βI have already taken steps to do so. We have begun preparations to burn them out of their rat holes.β His jaw relaxed slightly. You moved your hand further up his neck, fingers stroking the back of his head. He nearly closed his eyes as he pressed his head lightly into your palm.
Feyd exhaled and looked at you. His black teeth glinted as his lips parted, not in a smile, in something more like a sneer. You knew that look. He narrowed his eyes. Suddenly his hand was on your throat, his thumb pushing your chin up slightly. You smiled at him. He held you this way, not squeezing, for a moment before he leaned in and kissed you. It wasnβt a passionate kiss. Feyd was hungry, needy, searching for control.
You gave it to him. You slid your other hand up his chest to his neck and pressed your body against his. You let his tongue rove in your mouth as you moaned quietly. Feydβs hand slid from your throat to your neck. His other hand gripped your waist firmly. When he pulled away you were more than a little breathless and lightheaded. He grinned at you. He moved your hands off his body and surprised you when he knelt.
He began to slide your pants off your hips and chills spread over your body. He guided you to step out of them. Then he slid his hands up the back of your thighs and cupped your ass in his hands. He flicked his eyes up to you briefly. You licked your lips.
Feyd placed his lips against you, his tongue flicking out lightly to taste you. You grasped the edge of the table as you felt a shiver run up your spine. You tried to watch him, watch his perfect lips on you, but your eyelids were heavy. He licked again. His breath was hot on your skin. When he took you into his mouth you did close your eyes. Your legs shook as he sucked and licked every part of you. He made the most lewd sounds, moaning and growling between your thighs.
You instinctively placed your free hand on his head as the tension in your core tightened. You felt his silent laugh vibrate through you. You were nearly panting with pleasure. Feydβs hands roamed across your backside, fingers dipping under, between, anywhere he wanted. The sloppy, obscene sounds he made combined with the deft movements of his tongue fueled the heat in your belly. You felt muscles start to clench and relax, clench and relax. He held you steady with one hand on your ass and moved the other to explore where his lips and tongue could not reach. He stroked rhythmically against the exact spot he knew would unravel you.
βOh Feyd,β you groaned. You stroked his head, trying not to press him hard against you. βIβm so close. Shit. Iβm close.β He hummed in response. The feeling of that sound was almost enough to finish you. Then he stopped, leaned back, and looked up at you. You opened your eyes as you dropped your hand from his head. The sudden loss of his mouth from your skin was agony. But the look on his self-satisfied face, those glistening wet lips, his tongue languidly licking themβ¦ you had never seen anything as beautiful in your life. He raked his hand across his lips, wiping off the mess. You grinned.
He stood without speaking. His eyes glinted with something almost mischievous and you could see his erection straining against his pants. You swallowed dryly. Then he grabbed you by the hips and turned you to face the table. The force of the movement made you slap your palms on the tableβs surface.
βGood,β Feyd growled from behind you. You grinned and shuddered. You could feel his eyes appreciating your exposed position. Then you heard him unfasten his pants. You leaned forward and placed your forearms on the table, giving him a better view. He groaned quietly as he watched. Then he spit on his hand and you could hear him stroking his cock.
Feyd took one step toward you and grabbed your hip. He stroked a few more times then positioned himself at your entrance. He moved his hand to your other hip as he slid in. So very slowly. He exhaled a sound that wasnβt quite a sigh. It was a sound of immense pleasure and familiarity. He pulled out slightly and then slid in just a bit deeper, once, twice more, until he was balls deep inside you. He stayed there for a moment. Your eyes were closed, forehead almost resting on the tabletop. You had been murmuring his name and obscenities until he paused.
He pulled almost all the way out and then pushed back into you fully with one stroke. You moaned, open-mouthed. He slid one hand up your back as he repeated the motion. Then he leaned forward just enough to grasp your shoulder for leverage. His cock went further than you thought possible as he pulled you back into his hips. You breathed his name.
At the sound of his name, Feyd began to pound into you. You gasped with almost every stroke. They were deep and long. He began to quicken the pace and you managed to glance over your shoulder. His eyes were focused intently on his cock disappearing inside you. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth. He liked what he saw immensely. You groaned and clenched around his cock. He fucked you harder for that and you let your head drop between your shoulders. The movement of your bodies and the sound of skin against skin were overwhelming. Your panting moans and Feydβs quick breaths made the heat in your core build and twist. Like the tightening of a spring, you felt your climax building.
He slid his hand from your hip, up your side, and around to your chest. He all but slumped against your back, leaving no space between your bodies, as he pumped harder, faster into you. He tapped a booted foot at the inside of your ankle, signaling you to spread your legs wider. You did. He adjusted his hips and you made an unintelligible sound with his next stroke. It may have been his name, it didnβt matter, his cock hit a spot that made you feel as if you might lose your mind if you didnβt come soon.
Feyd growled with approval at the sounds he brought from you. He made his own delicious noises as he sped up. His grunts pushed you closer to the edge. You felt the coiling, tugging beginnings of your climax. Feyd also felt it, from deep inside you.
βCome for me,β just above a whisper, his voice full of gravel. βCome on my cock for me.β His words broke the dam holding you back. You gasped and cursed. He thrust his cock through the tightening of your muscles as you came. He was relentless. Your mind went blank and you squeezed your eyes closed.
βFuck!β you yelled as your climax shook you. You leaned heavily against the table for support. Feyd didnβt hesitate or slow. He chased his climax as fiercely as he had brought about yours. The force of his thrusts pushed you closer to the table. You tried to brace yourself but could barely muster the strength.
Feyd barely pulled out at all; short, quick, deep thrusts were what he needed. His fingers dug into your flesh for purchase, leverage, in order to achieve the release he was so close to. You were nearly delirious listening to his muttering and groaning. Then you felt the rhythm falter. His strokes were barely strokes at all, his cocked stayed buried almost completely inside you. On one last thrust he stayed deep in you, his cum spilling out, warm between you.
You gasped as he said your name and ground his hips against you. You were panting, slightly dizzy from overstimulation. His breathing was loud from behind you, but slowing. You dreaded the inevitable: he would pull away from you and the empty feeling would seem, momentarily, stronger than the aftershocks of your climax. You didnβt whimper as he pulled out of you. You bit down on your lip and let your head drop back to the table.
Feyd chuckled. You looked at him as you slowly straightened up. He was tucking his cock back in his pants. You shot him a playfully suspicious glance.
βThoroughly ruining you always improves my mood.β He grinned as he watched you stand shakily. He took your chin in his hand, between thumb and forefinger, and kissed you quickly and deeply. He pulled back and looked in your eyes. You smiled at him. His face was relaxed, all of his frustrations spent inside you.
Masterlist (with more Feyd)
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I recently found ur page and omfg I spent hours yesterday reading all ur work!!!! What a lil fic of Sirius and reader but like pre relationship where she's in the hospital (u can pick reason) and she refuses to see anyone and just asks for Sirius
Thanks for requesting my love!
cw: hospital, mention of stitches
Sirius Black x fem!reader β‘ 906 words
Sirius feels awkward and stiff as he pulls back the curtain, though for all he knows youβre too hopped up on pain meds to even know itβs him. Really, thatβs the only reasonable explanation for the directions the nurse had just delivered: βShe said sheβll only see Sirius right now.βΒ
He has no clue why youβd ask for him. Heβs probably the least comforting of your roommates, and as soon as he catches sight of you, knees tented in front of your chest and hands clasped around your ankles, his worry for your choice deepens.Β
Someoneβs tried to clean you up, but theyβve done a shit job of it. Thereβs still blood crusted on your chin, and your face is blotchy, your cheeks smeared with dark gray like youβd wiped across them with your hands only to spread your makeup off to the sides. James had said youβd cried the whole car ride to A&E, but Sirius still wasnβt prepared to see you like this. His chest feels hollow and achy.Β
βHey,β you say, voice scratchy. If hearts have strings, youβre playing his like a fiddle.Β
βHey, doll.β He goes for a smile as he sits on the edge of your little cot, managing to sound halfway normal. βCome here often?βΒ
You start to grin, then stop like it hurts. Sirius stops, too.Β
βYeah, you know,β you say, βnow and then.βΒ
βDonβt see why.β He makes a show of looking about him, at the papery blue curtain and beige-ish linoleum floors. βPlace is sorta depressing.βΒ
You roll your eyes, and Siriusβ heart lightens to see you in a better humor. βYeah, I think Iβve judged my hangout poorly. Iβm dying to get out of here.βΒ
Heβll bet. Youβve been here hours longer than him. James had been the only one home with you when youβd tripped on the stairs and bitten through your lip, and Sirius and Remus had only found out when theyβd gotten home and seen the note James left, his already scribbly handwriting worsened by haste and panic. By the time theyβd arrived theyβd missed most of the action (Sirius was secretly thankful for that) and James had filled them in before the nurse had come out to inform them that youβd gotten three stitches in your lip and summoned Sirius back.Β
βI can understand that.β He gives you his best approximation of Jamesβ easygoing grin. βYou ready to go home then, gorgeous?βΒ
The shift is slight, but Sirius sees your bravado fade, a shyness entering your expression. βThatβs actually why I wanted to see you,β you say.
βYeah?β He doesnβt bother to hide his curiosity. βWhyβs that?βΒ
βBecause I know youβll be honest with me.βΒ
He feels his eyebrows go up. βAbout what, doll?βΒ
You shrink a bit, knees drawing closer to your chest. Your voice is small when you ask, βIs it awful? I mean, do I look awful?βΒ
Ah. Sirius can see why youβd want him for this, but youβre wrong in your assumption. Heβd absolutely lie to you if he needed to, just like Remus or James would in his place. But youβve asked for him, so Sirius tries to do right by you.Β
βYou could never look awful, dollface. Be sensible.β He squints his eyes teasingly, reaching for your ankle and giving it a reprimanding little shake. βItβs just a couple of stitches, you havenβt been warped unrecognizable.βΒ
You frown, and itβs even more upsetting than usual. Your eyes look heart-breakingly insecure. βAre you sure?β you ask softly.Β
βYeah, Iβm fucking sure.β Sirius scoffs like youβre unbelievable. βYou said it yourself, babe, I wouldnβt lie to you.β He definitely would, but thereβll never be an occasion for that. He canβt imagine you genuinely looking bad. βI can clean you up a bit, though, if youβd like.βΒ
You blink. βUm, yeah. If you think it would help.βΒ
βBrilliant. Sit tight.β Sirius gets up and starts going through drawers, sifting through medical supplies for something he can use.Β
βFairly sure youβre not supposed to do that.β You sound like youβre trying not to smile.Β
βFairly certain my taxes pay for this place, and theyβve left my best-looking roommate with a dirty face.β He finds a box of mini-wipes, turning back to you. βDonβt tell James Iβve said that.βΒ
βOh, Iβm definitely tattling on you,β you tease, and Sirius is caught between feeling triumphant and worried that you look very near to grinning. He has no clue how easy it is to tear your stitches.Β
βWhat, you want us to match? Thatβs cruel, sweetheart.βΒ
You roll your eyes. βHe wonβt punch you.βΒ
Sirius huffs a laugh, holding you still with a hand on your jaw as he wipes gently at your chin. βYou havenβt known him as long as I have.βΒ
Your brows flick up as you meet his eyes, disbelieving. βOur James? You really think our James would hit you for saying heβs not the best looking roommate?βΒ
βWell, not if youβre in front of me,β he muses. He throws out the first wipe, ripping open another. βHe already feels bad for you, so maybe that can work in my favor. If you are going to tell him, lean on me as we walk out, okay, doll? Give me a fighting chance.βΒ
The corner of your lips twist as you close your eyes and Sirius wipes sideways across your cheek. βYeah, fair enough. Iβll do my best for you.β
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long reaction to the update
ok. so they put out an update video! since i've been commentating for the last three days i might as well subject you all to more of my thoughts today.
main takeaway: this was a good apology video. i mean it. short and to the point, no overproduction, heartfelt and honest (and not a ukelele to be seen. thank god.) they took ownership of the situation, apologized, and restated how much they value their relationship with the fandom.
their solution is to make the watcher tv platform into kind of an iteration of patreon where content is available for early access before it is released onto youtube later. this is clearly a better option than paywalling everything for everyone. i'm not sure what the relative breakdown of costs turns out to be when you compare how much they were making on patreon after the platform took their cut VS how much it costs in overhead to run and maintain their own platform (how much it costs annually to contract via Vimeo, essentially). but i'm sure that's part of the calculation.
all things considered, that does seem like the best option out of all the alternatives. it allows them to not completely abandon any of the pans they have simmering over the fire for the time being. i don't think i ever thought they were going to just say "oops, forget about the streaming thing! let's pretend that never happened!" because at this point they've invested quite a lot of time and money into it, and i don't disagree that keeping it in some iteration may help them make up some of the funds they're lacking.
i would say, it's fine to keep the streamer. this is one of the ok outcomes, all things considered-- but if they're going to do it, they've GOT to do it smart from this point forward. listen to both the fans and the consultants intimately. both are going to have valid points, and both are going to be right. listening to too much of either side will sink this thing because each has motives and expertise that the other doesn't. if the fans say $6 is too much, listen to them-- but have conversations with business consultants about how much you realistically need to charge to make things work.
also, i'd use this whole situation as a learning experience. watcher is a young company, and it's literally inevitable that mistakes will happen. what's different is that the watcher crew haven't really been in a position before where they've been on the receiving end of the internet-angry-justice-hammer to this extent. it's one thing to watch it happen to others, but it's a position of extreme privilege (and a bit of hubris) to think "but that won't happen to me, because i'm built different." naw, man-- two things in life are inevitable: death and fuckups. the callout posts get us all in the end.
what's really important is that they use this as a wakeup call that even the most loyal fandoms will only follow you so far to the cliff's edge, and you don't want to push that. you have to strike a balance between the passion projects that you think are worthy and the stuff that maybe doesn't excite you as much anymore but the people want to see. a little fanservice keeps the lights on, as unfair as that might seem. i'm gonna make 50 markiplier choccy milk memes just so i can make one niche political joke once and a while for 6 likes. it is what it is.
i'd also use this as a chance to take a very careful look at company structure and finances. it's not fun to do and nobody likes it. trust me-- this is hard whether you're a single adult trying to pay the bills or the freaking US government (speaking from experience on both-- i have to read the president's budget for work frequently). but you all have to ask hard questions about the ratio of creative staff you take on VS staff for administrative and other business roles, as well as the costs and benefits of everything you spend money on. how many staff members are essential to location shoots? can this video be shot with 2 cameras instead of 3 and thus you don't need another cameraperson? you might even have to come to the decision that instead of pitching a new show it makes more sense to use those funds to hire your essential non-creative roles or contract firms or freelancers.
paying staff a fair wage with benefits speaks highly of what watcher wants their values to be. it's hard to find such a position in a creative role and still actually get to work on things you care about. but it would be much worse if watcher didn't make realistic decisions about finances and it lead to the death of the company and everyone losing their jobs. the whole watcher company can work, in my opinion, but not without some sacrifices. they're going to have to run it more like a business and less like a youtube-channel-turned-business in the future if they want to survive.
last thing i'll add is that while i do think this was a good apology video, i still think they hurt themselves by not putting out some sort of statement on Friday or Saturday just to say that they were formulating a response. As i've said in other posts, it's ok and in fact beneficial to not make a kneejerk reaction, but it's also very important to communicate that you SEE what's happening. you SEE what people are saying and THAT'S why you need more time to respond. saying nothing and leaving the angry public to wonder if you dropped your phone off the Hoover Dam or just don't care? that's a fumble. it's a common mistake companies make in a crisis, but that doesn't mean it doesn't erode trust fast.
this could have been handled better in many ways. we see that, and i'm glad watcher says they see that too. crucial going forward is taking all this and patching the errors that caused all this to fall apart and learning from the experience.
tbh at this point what i'm most sad about is that the watcher crew have probably been too stressed out and upset to appreciate some of the absolute bangers people have been laying down to clown on them. i think if it wasn't about them they might be touched by the collective attitude and creative spirit. /j
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in the far corner of the forest V
Pairing: Orc!Bucky Barnes x human!f!reader
Word Count: 7,790 (you love me)
Summary: For the longest time, the kingdom has used Bucky as their number one fighter, forcing him to win their wars for them. The only thing he asked for in return after he was done was that they give him a wife, and they did. They handed him the orphan he picked on a silver platter; it wasn't like anyone would miss her. It would've been perfect if she actually wanted to be there though.
Warnings: 18+ content, mentions of bruised skin, idiots in love, feels, a little crying, a little angst, smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v (don't do that), multiple orgasms. I think that's all.
A/N: this is the longest part so far and no condolences to the jealous (iykyk) i love and appreciate you guys with my whole heart. also i suck at smut so please pretend to be aroused as you wait for the next part, thank you. please enjoy xxππ
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She wiped her tears away, remembering Buckyβs words as she tried to calm down.
She bit her lip as her chest tightened at the pain she had heard in his voice, deeply regretting her part of the fight.
Did he really think she thought he was without feelings?
She might have seen him as a monster before, but that was in the very beginning when she didnβt know him at all, and she soon came to realize that she was wrong. Very wrong.
Her orc wasnβt a monster by any means. Not even close. If anything, it was the complete opposite. She saw him as a resilient soldier and admired the way he never lost the good things about him at war. To her, Bucky was a warrior; a hero.
Human or not, of course she treasured and cared about his feelings!
Bucky took care of her, brought her gifts without her ever asking, made her feel seen and heard and most of all liked. Loved even. He made her feel like she was some awesome friend worth laughing with and talking to.
She wanted to make sure that she made him feel the same way too. She couldnβt let him continue to believe the words he had said to her.
She opened the door of the cottage and looked outside, but Bucky was nowhere to be found. She sighed, shutting the door again and pressing her back to it as she thought about her next steps.
Life with Bucky was what she wanted, and she wasnβt going to let anything get in the way of that truth.
She fetched the cloth she had tossed away before moving back to the kitchen.
She had only known real happiness alongside Bucky and she was going to let him know that. She was going to whip the cream for that cake even if they had to do without berries.
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She was almost done smoothing the whipped cream over the cake when she heard the door to the cottage open and close.
She quickly rinsed her hands, ready to go out and make things right.
When she stepped out of the kitchen, however, she was met by the most endearing view she could have ever been met with and it rendered her speechless.
Her large snow orc was standing before her with a blush on his cheeks and a tiny fruit basket between his giant arms.
It was full of mixed berries.
She couldnβt hide her happy surprise as she stared at the sight before her, her mouth opening and closing a few times.
βBucky?β She finally whispered his name, breaking the silence, her voice soft and laced with love.
Damn, that orc could steal hearts.
βIβ Β uhhβ Β borrowed the basket from Sarah,β Bucky muttered, pushing the basket forward for her to take as he avoided eye contact.
He really sucked at this and he knew it, but he was trying. He desperately wanted to make everything better. He knew he couldnβt take the yelling or the bruising back, but he badly needed to fix what he had so stupidly ruined, and the berries were his best bet.
She appreciatively took the basket out of his hand, hugging it to her chest.
βIβm sorry if theyβre not as good as the ones you picked. Itβsβ itβs my first time uhmβ picking berries,β Bucky admitted lowly, gesturing with his hands as his eyes wandered anywhere but on her, afraid of meeting her eyes and finding them disappointed or fearful still.
It was true. It was his first time doing any of this. Bucky was a rough orc. He did hunting, not foraging.
βTheyβre perfect,β she replied without even looking at the fruits, the gesture itself enough for her as she realized that under all this beef, her orc had hid a heart of gold and a softness to die for.
Bucky only nodded awkwardly, still unable to meet her eyes. He didnβt know how to act or what to say.
He was a soldier. He used to give orders and expect results, he didnβt do apologies or pluck raspberries as gently as possible in order not to squish them between his huge fingers.
She silently took the basket to the kitchen, a smile covering her face as her heart jumped.
Bucky walked in after her, leaning on the door frame and watching as she emptied the berries in a bowl and washed them.
For a moment, neither of them spoke, the weight of their earlier argument hanging heavy in the air.
βHowβs your arm?β Bucky asked softly, swallowing in the fear of having left some serious damage on her.
Her smile faltered for a second when she remembered the way he had so harshly grabbed and held her, βitβs gonna be okay. Just a tiny bruise.β She reassured still, not wanting him to feel bad anymore.
Buckyβs fingers trembled as he ran a rough hand through his unkempt hair, the weight of his actions weighing heavily on his conscience.
βI hurt you,β he said, his voice thick with remorse. βI shouldn't have grabbed you like that. I really am sorry, little human.β Bucky sincerely apologized again.
Before she could reply, he stepped closer, taking hold of her hand before lowering his lips to her forearm.
The feeling of Buckyβs tusks ever so softly digging into her skin as Bucky left tender kisses all over the abused area made her shiver.
βIβm sorry; Iβm a fool,β Bucky said into her skin as he pressed another kiss, βIβm an idiot. Iβm so sorry.β He pressed one final kiss before letting her arm go, βI will never doubt you again, sweet thing. Please forgive me.β
He stood there with the bluest puppy eyes, silently begging for her clemency as his hands hugged hers.
βI forgive you, Bucky.β She nodded with a shy smile, her own guilt gnawing at her insides as the fire that had rose on her skin in the wake of Buckyβs lips dissipated.
βIt scared me when I came home and didnβt find you. Iβ I thought you were leaving me again.β He confessed lowly, βI didnβt know what to think.β
βI know. I shouldβve at least left a note,β she thought out loud, her head down in regret, βI thought I would be home before you arrived so I didnβt feel the need to write one. Iβm sorry, Bucky.β She gave his hand a desperate squeeze, βI really didnβt mean to scare you or make you feel like I was running away.β
βItβs okay.β Bucky smiled softly, regretting how poorly he had reacted as he brought her hand to his lips.
She was amazing. His nightβs firefly.
βI donβt think of you as someone who doesnβt have feelings, Bucky,β she blurted out, her voice quivering with sincerity. βThe kindness you show me... it's unlike anything I've ever known from humans. It's genuine, and real, and it's the reason I wanna be with you.β
Bucky listened in silence, an appreciative smile breaking on his handsome face.
βI care about you, Bucky, and I respect your feelings more than you know. Iβm sorry if I made you feel like I didnβt.β
βI didnβt want to keep you when you didnβt want to stay, but it still hurt every time you left,β Bucky finally voiced his thoughts, sharing a part of his feelings and fears with her.
βWhoββ She stopped to clear her throat, βwho said I donβt wanna stay?β
βSo you wanna be here for good? With me?β Buckyβs eyes lit up with hope as he intently watched her.
βWell, I made a cake, didnβt I?β She wouldnβt let her eyes meet his as she placed the berries on top of the smooth cake, her heart drumming in her chest.
βLet me hear it, sweet thing,β Bucky begged, unable to believe what he was hearing from her despite everything that has happened.
βI thought Iβve said it before,β she tried to tease, βand Iβm wearing your ring, Bucky,β she chuckled shyly, her face hot.
Bucky kept waiting, wordlessly pleading her to tell him the words he so badly needed to hear.
She looked at him and saw passion drawn all over his face and she could only imagine she looked the same.
βIβ¦ wanna be hereβ¦ with you, Bucky, for good,β she said before biting her lip, her own admittance sending a shudder down the back of her hot neck.
The simple sentence hit Bucky like a warm cup of cocoa on a stormy evening as he smiled.
He grabbed her hand and gave the palm of it a long kiss, getting berry residue on his cheek.
Thankfully, she didnβt take her hand away, giggling softly as her orc got his skin stained.
She smiled timidly when he pulled away, wiping his cheek clean with her other thumb.
βI know I havenβt made it easy for you, Bucky, but youβve got to trust me. I donβt wanna leave you, not now, not ever.β
Bucky nodded, his heart soaring at the reassurance, βI trust you, little human.β
βLetβs eat our cake?β She asked, biting her lip.
Our. It was the first time she has ever used that word.
Bucky nodded with a grateful smile of his own, carefully carrying the cake out to the table outside.
She grabbed plates, forks and a knife and followed him.
Her heart was beating like crazy, yet it was the most relieved it had ever been now that they have made up.
She handed Bucky the knife and he cut through the cake.
She took the chance that he was busy and leaned forward to kiss his cheek, her lips lingering against his warm skin for a fleeting moment, βwelcome homeβ.
Bucky could feel his chest burning up with the love it held for her.
For years, he had believed himself unworthy of love, of kindness, of anything resembling happiness. But in that short second with her lips on his cheek, he felt a twinkle of hope ignite within him, dispersing the darkness that had cloaked his heart for years.
The commotion that happened earlier had made him forget all about his kiss, but she didnβt.
She kissed him and with a smile too.
Bucky was love-sick, her gentle features stirring unparalleled emotions inside of him, softening his rough edges without even trying.
With a hesitant hand, he reached out to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing against the smooth skin in a silent promise of devotion. And as she leaned into his touch, cupping his hand with her tiny one, Bucky took an oath to cherish her, to protect her, and to love her with every fiber of his being for as long as he lived.
βIs there anyone around left from your tribe that I can meet?β She asked after Bucky had filled their plates with cake, interested to know more about her husbandβs life as she handed him his fork.
She couldnβt help her curiosity anymore. She cared about Bucky and she needed to know why he was out here on his own. Where was his clan? Did he even have one? Do they know about her?
βNo, just the two very close human friends,β Bucky sighed his answer before slipping a raspberry in his mouth, his thoughts running to his clan; the clan that had rejected and abandoned him years ago.
Okay, but where were the orcs? Now she was more curious and confused.
βWhat about your family?β
βYouβre my family,β Bucky answered without hesitancy and she felt her heart flood with love as she speechlessly stared at his face.
βWhere did you see me?β She wondered aloud, her tone hushed as she ached to know how and when he got to choose her.
βAt the orphanage,β he started, a smile already spreading on his face as he recalled the memory, βme and Sam were delivering chairs and a few beds for the new rooms they had built.β
She listened, knowing exactly what he was talking about. She was part of the group that was instructed to clean the new building.
βI had just taken a bed down from the truck when I felt something drop on my head and before I knew it, it was raining. I was wiping the raindrops off my forehead.β Buckyβs fork played around with the berries on his plate before he looked up and into her eyes, βand I let my arm down and there you were, breathtaking as a daydream, laughing with another girl as you both ran inside before the rain could catch you.β
βHow did I not see you?β She whispered, eyes welling up at the adoration she could see in his gaze.
βYou were too busy being scared of the rain,β Bucky teased, βbut I saw you.β Buckyβs thumb stroke drown her cheek, βI saw you and I knew I just had to see you again.β
βSo that was when you asked the manager if I could be your wife?β She bit her lip, the thought now flattering to her rather than appalling as it used to be.
βNo, that was when I intentionally slammed a chair down on the concrete and broke it to pieces so we could be one chair short and I could come again and hopefully sneak another peek at you.β Bucky laughed, remembering Samβs reaction as he watched the chair he had so carefully put together get smashed down, βSam wasnβt so happy about me destroying his workβ.
βOh my gods,β she laughed with him, feeling bad for poor Sam.
βYeah, he didnβt believe me when I said I dropped it, swore he wasnβt coming with me that next time and everything. It was a whole thing.β Bucky shook his head as his laughter faded into a soft smile.
βCanβt blame him.β She shrugged with a grin.
βHe was fine.β Bucky waved his hand in the air, βI honestly only cared that Iβd secured myself a chance to come back.β He admitted unapologetically.
βAnd did you see me when you came back?β She asked, her elbow on the table and her cheek resting on her hand, cake long forgotten.
βYeah, I had to sneak to the back to see you, but I did. You were even more beautiful that day,β Bucky told her, making her blush under his affectionate gaze, βyou had a messy flower crown on top of your head and you were taking laundry down from the clothesline. You were so focused as you tried to pull the clothes down without getting on your tiptoes,β he chuckled, recalling how cute she was as she struggled to reach the peg clips.
βHey! They hung that clothesline way too high! No one could reach it!β She shook her head.
βYeah, Iβm sure they couldnβt,β Bucky teased, laughing at her defensive reply.
βThey couldnβt, I swear! Not just me!β
βI believe you,β Bucky said with a provocative smile.
βYouβre annoying.β She pouted, digging her fork in her cake slice.
βNah, youβre just too little, little human.β Bucky teased again and she couldnβt help her smile.
It was all making sense now as she admired his gorgeous grin: the yearning for Buckyβs touch when he wasnβt there, the longing for his presence that had replaced her previous fear or repulsion, and the way she so desperately looked forward to the weekends so they could hold hands as they walked and talked could only mean one thing.
She was in love. She was in love with Bucky and she didnβt want to run from that feeling.
βIβ I think Iβm in love with you,β she admitted in a tiny whisper.
A smile lit Buckyβs face up before he gave her forehead a long kiss, trying to convey his adoration for her as he held her close to him, βI know Iβm in love with you, little human.β He sighed in her hair.
He couldnβt believe she said it and he couldnβt believe she said it first. He couldnβt believe how far they have come and how beautiful life could be.
But he knew now and he wouldnβt trade it for the world.
Bucky finally had someone who loved him and cared about him; someone he could trust and surrender his heart to.
She stood on her tiptoes, making him chuckle as she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him so close that he could feel her heartbeat.
βThey renounced me a long time ago,β Bucky whispered in her hair, feeling brave enough to open up to her about his past.
Her heart sank at the gut-wrenching piece of information.
βWhat?β She pulled away in shock, βwhy?β
Her mind couldnβt wrap itself around the idea of a clan having Bucky and willingly letting him go.
βMy mother was a human; wanted to name me James, but she died during my birth, heart condition,β he started, closing his eyes to stop his tears from forming, βthey eventually did name me James, but I think I never liked it. My grandma gave me the name Bucky, from my middle name βBuchananβ. She was the one who raised me because me and my father werenβt close. He could never forgive me for taking my mother away from him, I guess.β Bucky shrugged, swallowing his emotions.
She listened silently, her own tears brimming. What kind of father does that? Bucky had already lost his mother and instead of being there for him, his father made him lose him too?!
βBefore I knew it, Iβm a teenager and my father had passed away and my grandma before himβ¦ I had no one left and my cousins werenβt about to let the half-orc with the human mother become chief.β Bucky sighed as he recalled the events of his youth.
She stayed in his arms, hands on his chest as she listened closely, her heart breaking at the expression on her orcβs face.
βAnd when I started βworking with the humansβ, they found the perfect reason to kick me out of the clan for good.β He finished with a sad smile, shaking his head as if to shake the memories away.
βThat was when you started fighting for the kingdom?β She asked, softly running the back of her fingers down Buckyβs cheek as a tear rolled down her own.
βHad nowhere else to go.β Bucky shrugged with a teary smile, trying to pull himself together.
βBut that was where you met Sam, right?β She reminded with a tender smile, her thumb tracing his stubbly chin.
Bucky nodded with a chuckle, βyeah, used to drive me crazy at first, but he was a good soldier; an even better friend.β
βAnd then you opened your shop.β She tilted her head, her fingers catching the tips of Buckyβs soft hair by his shoulder.
βYeah.β He closed his eyes, reminiscing at how things have turned out.
βAnd you started making beautiful furniture that you needed to deliver to the orphanage, where you saw me.β She grinned fondly, a fingertip tracing the orcβs nose.
βYes.β Bucky sighed, his love pouring out of his dewy eyes as he enjoyed the light touches.
βAnd now Iβm here with you, in our home,β she brought both palms to Buckyβs cheeks, βand I will never leave you, Bucky,β she told him seriously before getting on her tiptoes to hug him again, βIβm your family and youβre mine.β She whispered into his neck.
βI love you,β Bucky whispered into her shoulder, his arm squeezing her to him as if he wanted to meld himself to her.
βCopycat,β she joked, instantly feeling her orcs chest vibrate with a chuckle, βI love you too, Bucky.β
With her in his arms, hers wrapped around him as tight as she could, Bucky could then understand the meaning of safety, of love and family.
And she finally came to realize that she and Bucky werenβt all that different after all. They had both been abandoned by the ones who were supposed to have their backs before and more than anyone. But they have got each other now. She wasnβt going to let Bucky go and she trusted him not to let her go either.
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As she leaned in to give Bucky his goodnight kiss that night, a different thought occupied her mind.
Sitting up against the pillows, she crossed her legs, her heart pounding with anticipation as Bucky looked at her with a quizzical tilt of his head.
She slowly got closer to his face, locking eyes with him to gain more courage, but it only made her more nervous.
She took a deep breath and when she pressed her lips, she pressed them to her orcβs mouth instead of his cheek, ever so tentatively getting a much needed taste of his full lips. They were so soft, so perfect.
She had no idea if she was doing this right, but she didnβt care.
Bucky's eyes widened in disbelief, wondering if he was dreaming.
She pulled away after a short second, scared that she might have crossed a line, βIβm sorry. Do orcs not do thatββ
Before she could apologize or question her actions further, Bucky silenced her with a kiss of his own, swiftly bringing her down to lay on her back as he hovered over her, his kisses eager and desperate as he tried his best to watch his tusks.
βI donβt care what orcs do. Weβre doing it,β he mumbled against her sweet lips.
Bucky allowed her one loud laugh before devouring her lips again, stealing her heart and breath with another tender, yet deep kiss.
In that very moment, time seemed to stand still for Bucky. All he could feel was the warmth of her cheek against his palm, all he could taste was the sweetness of her lips mingled with the faint flavor of berries, and he never wanted it to end.
As she allowed his tongue to gently explore her mouth, a promise of eternity passed between them in a moan, sealing their bond with a promise of a lifetime of love and devotion.
She has never had a real friendship. Rarely had anything to say. She would rather stay silent if she thought she didnβt have anything to contribute to the conversation. She was always afraid that others might find her boring, and was even more afraid that that may be her truth. So she always hid. She hid from others, from herself and her feelings. She hid from problems and fights. She hid from anything that could get her hurt.
But with Bucky it was different.
She didnβt have to hide anymore, didnβt have to be scared because in Bucky she had everything. She had a true friend, a loyal lover and a great husband.
And as she let herself drown in the feeling of his lips, she couldnβt be more grateful for the gods above for drawing her fate exactly how it was.
It felt so good to belong to Bucky and she could all but want more.
She let her instincts run wild, her body hot with need as she hesitantly slipped her hands under Buckyβs sweater, eager to feel his scarred skin under her fingers.
Bucky pulled away from her lips to look her in the eyes, his breath stuttering at her tender touch, βwhat are you doing, sweet thing?β
βIβm sorry. Was that too far?β She hurriedly tried to pull her hands out of his clothes, but Bucky was faster as he sat back and held his hands on top of hers, keeping them inside his sweater, right on his ribs.
βIβm your husband,β Bucky reminded with a sweet smile.
βI knowβ I justβ Iβve neverββ She struggled with her words as heat rose to her face, βI donβt wanna make you uncomfortableβ¦ but I think I wanna do this.β She confessed shyly, her indexes caressing up and down his abdomen.
βThis this?β Bucky tilted his head suggestively, already feeling his cock jump at the thought alone.
βThis this.β She smiled, biting her lip shyly as she gave a nod.
βLittle human, you better not be playing right now.β Bucky warned, his eyes growing the slightest bit darker.
βIβm notββ
βBecause if I start, I wonβt be able to stop myself, sweet thing.β
βThen donβt.β
Her newfound courage took over as she brought Bucky back to her with her hands tangled in his pullover.
Bucky kissed her with fervor, savoring the angelic sounds she was making as his tongue tasted hers.
He carefully ran a large hand up her hip, exploring as his lips trailed down her cheek and to her neck.
He could feel her pulse again and was about to stop, dΓ©jΓ vu from their wedding night attacking him, but then she said his name in the softest, sexiest and neediest tone as she squirmed underneath him, his covered cock fitting just right between her legs.
Bucky could all but put his lips back on her, his tusks grazing the sensitive skin as he nibbled on it.
βCan I see you?β He breathed, his eyes on hers as his fingers found way under the skirt of her dress.
She nodded, her face and neck flushed as she sat up and gave the orc her back.
Bucky wasted no time working the zipper down, revealing the back of her bralette to his hungry eyes.
She twisted herself back, seeking Buckyβs blue orbs for reassurance as she pushed her dress down her shoulders. Her heart pounded in her chest when she saw Bucky literally lick his lips at the sight of her.
It felt like it was the first time Bucky was seeing her naked to both of them.
He saw her hesitate with pushing the dress down further and so with a smile, Bucky pulled his own pullover up and off his head, βI got you.β He promised.
She bit her lower lip, pushing the dress down her thighs.
Bucky pulled the piece of clothing all the way down, throwing it behind his back with his discarded sweater. He kept his calloused palms on her shins, caressing the smooth skin while he watched her hands go behind her back to unhook her bralette.
She let it fall from her body, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breaths as she watched Buckyβs gaze switch from admiration to sheer desire.
βYouβre so beautiful,β he whispered, gently bringing her on her back, taking the bralette all the way down her arms as he pressed his mouth to hers again.
Buckyβs lips traced down the hot skin of her throat in open-mouthed kisses, moving to her collarbones, βcan I touch you, sweet thing?β
βYes.β She nodded and goosebumps instantly rose on her skin as Buckyβs palms cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing her hardening nipples.
βBucky,β she moaned, her back involuntarily curving as she pushed herself further into her orcβs touch.
βOh, you sensitive on here, little human?β Bucky asked, biting back his smirk as his calloused flesh thumb rubbed over her nipple again, ββs my touch making your little nipples hard?β
βBucky,β she whined at the dirty talk, her hands coming up to cover her hot face in embarrassment.
βHey.β Bucky gently took her hands away from her face, βdonβt hide from me, sweet thing. I love that your body is reacting to me.β
Before she could whine again, her husband was bringing her right hand down and between his legs, pressing her open palm to his hard cock, βthis is my body reacting to you, my love.β
She gasped, the feeling foreign to her as she felt how big and hard Bucky was.
βThis is what you do to me, little human.β Bucky wrapped her smaller hand around his clothed cock, giving himself a squeeze, making wetness pool in her panties at the sound that left him afterwards.
Knowing that she wasnβt the only one whose body was on fire, made her the tiniest bit more confident and she found herself giving Buckyβs cock another squeeze, making his head drop to her shoulder.
βOh, fuck, you tryna kill me, sweet thing?β Bucky breathed a chuckle on her neck.
βDidβ did I hurt you?β She asked insecurely, wanting to remove her hand and bury herself under the bed.
βGods, youβre an angel.β Bucky shook his head and she didnβt understand until he said, βyou have no idea how much your touch drives me mad, do you?β
She shook her head innocently and Bucky only smiled, moving his mouth to her chest, his tusks softly grazing everywhere his lips went.
βItβs something like this.β
βOhhhh, Bucky!β She arched her back again as her orc wrapped one of her nipples in his lips, softly suckling at the tender nub, making her hand give a tighter pump to his cock.
She really was sensitive there.
Bucky groaned, moving to her other nipple, the vibration driving her crazy, making her squirm harder as her hand massaged around his cock, sliding up his back to unconsciously wrap in his long hair as she pushed her breast into his mouth.
She could feel herself clenching like crazy down there, her whole body aflame with lust from all the new sensations Bucky was introducing her to.
The way the tip of his tongue flicked against her nipples made her crave more.
Buckyβs kisses trailed down her ribs to her abdomen, worshipping every inch until they settled on top of her pubic bone, dark blue eyes looking up at her for permission to go further.
She nodded, aching for her orcβs touch to provide any kind of relief.
A little nervous about not finding her wet once again, Bucky moved closer to her center.
Bucky let his lips kiss her on top of her underwear first, inhaling the saturated fabric as he pressed a long kiss to her clothed core. He swallowed hard, her scent filling his nostrils and making him dizzy with desire.
She smelled so good.
βBucky, please,β she pleaded before she could stop herself, desperate for him to do anything to help the throbbing between her legs.
βI got you, sweet thing,β Bucky told her again, quickly pushing the tiny underwear down her legs and getting himself comfortable between her legs.
He took a second to look at her, all naked and all his, writhing from and for his touch and his touch alone.
βWhβ what are you gonna do?β She asked uncertainly, not really getting why Bucky was bringing himself lower between her open thighs, eye to eye with her pussy, the position making her cheeks burn up.
βIβm gonna get a taste, little human. Would you let me? Can I get a taste of you, sweet thing?β Bucky asked as he pressed loving kisses to the delicate flesh of her inner thigh.
βYouβreβ¦ gonna put your mouth there?β She whispered her question shyly, the thought making her want to close her legs and hide.
Bucky just smiled lovingly at her innocence; his untouched, pure little human, βif you let me.β
βIs it gonna feel good?β She asked curiously.
Bucky nodded, relieved she wasnβt scared of his tusks coming close to where she was the most sensitive, βIβll make sure of it.β
βYβyes. Okay.β She nodded, swallowing her nervousness as she laid her head back.
Bucky knew what he was doing and she trusted him to take care of her.
Her permission was all Bucky needed to put his mouth on her, pressing a longing kiss to her lower lips, glad to find her soaking wet, making her gasp above him. The feeling of his blunt tusks framing her pussy set her heart racing.
He then locked eyes with her as he let his tongue out, licking a slow, deliberate stripe up from her dripping hole to her pulsing clit before wrapping his full lips around it and she couldnβt help the tiny squeal that escaped her as her head fell back on the pillow, her hips pushing down against him
Bucky smirked on her heat before moaning himself. She tasted so good, better than anything he has ever put his mouth on.
He had fucked humans before and he knew exactly what to do, but she was different. Every breath she released, every moan, was making Bucky wild with desire. He has never cared about making someone feel good as he did in that moment with her thighs around his head.
Her delicate hands flew to her orcβs hair and she tugged hard, losing herself in the feeling of Buckyβs mouth on her pussy as she arched her back and pushed herself closer to his lips. Her orcβs touch was reducing her to a moaning, babbling mess in mere seconds.
Bucky decided to test the waters a little, slipping his tongue inside her hole a few times, tasting her sweetness from the source before bringing his flesh finger between her legs. He gently prodded the tip of his thick finger at her entrance, feeling her tense above him with a gasp.
βItβs okay, sweet thing, I got you. Just relax for me.β He reassured and she tried her best to relax her muscles, allowing Bucky to ease the tip of his finger insider of her.
Fuck, she was so tight; the tightest he has ever felt and it made him rut into the mattress when he thought about how tight she was going to feel around his cock.
Her mouth hung open as Bucky worked the thick digit into her pussy knuckle by knuckle, his lips sucking on her clit.
βI gotta open you up for my cock, little human.β Bucky couldnβt help but tease her, smirking when she whined, getting wetter on his finger.
Bucky started moving his finger in and out of her, his movements slow and deep as he tried to explore as much of her as his finger would go.
Her body was feverish with arousal and her mind was drunk on the feeling of being filled for the first time in her life as sighs and whimpers slipped from her lips without her permission.
It was just one finger pushing in and out of her cunt and she was feeling full already, clenching hard with her juices drenching her thighs and the sheets. She clenched harder around Buckyβs thick finger at the thought of how big his cock would feel and how full it would make her feel, the way he was suckling on her clit making a knot tighten in her lower stomach.
She has never felt anything like this before and was starting to panic at the sensation spreading from her pussy to the rest of her.
βBucky, Iβ I feel weird,β she whined, yet ground harder on her orcβs thick finger.
βAre you in pain, little human?β Bucky asked worriedly, taking his touch and mouth away from her at once.
βNo, no, no, why would you stop?β She whined louder, her glossy eyes opening and pleading him to give her her pleasure back.
βOh.β Bucky smirked when he looked from her eyes to her pussy and saw her clamp around nothing, βoh, sweet thing, you were gonna cum?β He asked lowly, his index rubbing up and down her sopping hole without going in.
βIβ I donβt know.β She writhed, her hips pushing down as she tried to take Buckyβs finger back inside her, βBucky, please.β She begged despite not really knowing what she was begging for.
But Bucky knew. He knew and he was going to give it to her.
βI got you,β Bucky said as he pushed his finger back into her pussy with ease, βyou think you can take another one, little human?β
βYes.β She nodded, her answer breathy and desperate as she automatically opened her thighs wider.
βGods, youβre perfect. So good for me, sweet thing.β Bucky took his index out before coupling it with his middle and pushing both fingers into her, stretching her once more.
She whimpered at the careful intrusion, her hand bringing Buckyβs face to her pulsing clit, making him smirk proudly at how needy she was being for him.
If she thought she felt full before, this made her realize she was wrong.
Buckyβs fingers were so thick, so skilled as they massaged and curled against her upper walls, making her squeal when they nudged a specific spot deep inside her.
βOh, there you go,β Bucky groaned into her clit, knowing exactly what he was doing to her as he kept curling his fingers inside of her, harshly stimulating the spot that was making her thrash.
He could feel her walls contracting harder around his fingers and he wanted to watch as he brought her to her first orgasm ever.
Keeping his eyes on her blissed out face, Bucky replaced his mouth with the heel of his left hand, circling her clit tightly with his cooler palm.
She wailed at the new stimulation, the pressure from Buckyβs hand strong enough to rub both her clit and her lower abdomen.
Her loud whimpers were making Buckyβs cock leak in his pants as her fingers dug into his shoulders.
βI got you, sweet thing. Give it to me, my love. Shake on your orcβs fingers.β
Buckyβs words did it for her.
She felt the knot in her tummy tighten once more and before she could tell him about it this time, her toes were curling and her body was trembling as her pussy clenched and pulsated around the orcβs beefy digits.
Bucky watched with an open mouth, his lips shimmering with the remnants of her arousal as he almost finished in his pants like a teenager at the mere sight of her losing it on his fingers, βthere you go, my love. Good job, sweet thing.β
He slowed down the curling of his fingers but kept his palm circling her clit, wanting to keep her convulsing for as long as he could before she gently tried pushing his touch off.
βSensitive,β she panted and Bucky decided to have mercy on her.
She laid down on the bed, her tired body limp despite the ongoing throbbing of her pussy, trying to catch her breath.
A smile automatically formed on her lips as she felt Bucky climb up the bed again, mapping his way up her body in wet kisses.
βHi,β she whispered, opening her eyes when she felt him kissing the corner of her lips.
βHi.β Bucky smiled, more than satisfied with himself at the state he had managed to bring her to as he kissed her lips, making her taste herself on his tongue, βdid you like that, sweet thing?β
She nodded coyly, βcan Iβ¦ make you feel like that too? With my mouth?β Her face was flushed, heat spreading on her skin as if she hadnβt just come on Buckyβs fingers.
The orc could barely hold his orgasm back at the innocence in her voice as she asked if she could suck his cock in the purest way possible. He wasnβt about to cum untouched during his first time with his human. Get it together dammit.
βLater, sweet thing. Right now, I need to be inside your pussy or I think I might die.β
βBucky,β she whined shyly, covering her face with her hands.
He laughed at her bashfulness before removing the rest of his clothes, βlook at me, little human.β Bucky urged gently, his touch soft as his thumb stroked her lower belly.
She removed her hands, eyes instantly landing on his huge cock as it stood proudly, leaking pearls of pre-cum down his length.
βAre you ready, little human?β Bucky asked, wanting to make sure she wanted this.
She remained wordless for a second, taking in Buckyβs cock with an open mouth, wondering if it was going to fit.
βYou can say no, sweet thing. We donβt have to do it tonighββ
βYes,β she interrupted with a nod, βmake me yours, Bucky.β
Bucky bit his lip, stifling a groan, trying to stop himself from sliding home and pounding her into the mattress.
βI thought you were already mine, little human.β He growled lowly, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down her soaking cunt, tapping her clit teasingly just to see her shiver.
βI am. But I wanna be yours like this too.β She mumbled, her eyes mesmerized as she watched Bucky lube his cock up in her wetness, βwanna be yours in every way possible.β
βCanβt say no to that,β Bucky growled before carefully popping the tip of his fat cock inside her aching pussy.
Her breaths were coming out in short pants, cunt already clenching around him and he almost doubled over, his knees weak as pleasure engulfed his senses, βfuck, sweet thing, youβre so tight. Pussyβs tryna kill me.β He moaned, unintentionally making her clench down harder.
She looked like she had already been fucked stupid when Bucky proceeded to push half of his fat cock inside her, letting out tiny mewls and whines as she felt every ridge and vein on her orcβs cock, holding onto his arms for dear life.
βOh, you feel so good, my love. So wet for me,β Bucky sighed as he kept fucking her with half of his cock, wanting her to get used to the stretch before he could give her all of him, βso tightβ.
βPlease, Bucky,β she moaned, her heart and pussy simultaneously fluttering at Bucky calling her his love yet again, βI can take it.β She promised, opening her thighs as far as they would go for him.
Bucky could all but snarl hungrily as he leaned forward, burying his face in her soft neck before gradually pushing the rest of his cock inside her tight throbbing cunt inch by inch until he had bottomed out.
He took a second to calm himself down, not wanting to burst so fast. Then he was pulling out just enough for his bulbous tip alone to remain inside of her before sliding back into her cunt, gasping into her neck at the sensation of being totally wrapped up in her snug warmth.
She couldnβt help but cry out at the pleasure as he orc fucked her deeply, reaching places inside of her she never knew existed.
She thought it would take longer for her body to get used to Buckyβs girth, but it was like she was made for him, her pussy effortlessly accepting him every time he pressed back home.
The tip of Buckyβs cock easily found her special spot, ramming into it over and over every time he drove himself back into her heat.
βOh, Bucky!β She squealed, her back already bowing once more as her vision got blurrier and Bucky knew he wasnβt going to last much longer when her nails dug into his skin again.
His breath was labored when he raised his head, wanting a taste of her lips as his thrusts became faster, more desperate. He swallowed her loud moans, leaving the only sound in the empty cottage to be the sound of skin slapping against skin as he fucked her faster.
βBucky, itβs gonna happen again,β she whined and Bucky brought his hand down to her clit at once, wanting to see and feel her crumble on his cock.
βYeah? You gonna cum on my fat cock, little human?β
She nodded frantically, her legs wrapping around Buckyβs waist.
βCum for me, sweet thing. Let me feel your tight little pussy cum on my cock.β
Buckyβs dirty whispers in her ear, his deep thrusts and his frantic rubbing on her sensitive clit were making her lose control; making her lightheaded with desire as she let herself go again, full body tensing before shaking in her orcβs arms.
Bucky could no longer hold back, his guttural growl making her clench hard. He gave a few more thrusts before pushing his cock as deep as it would go inside her quivering pussy, keeping his assault on her clit going to keep her clenching around him. He felt his cock twitch as he emptied his balls inside her. His cock wouldnβt stop throbbing as he filled his little human up with his hot cum.
Before any of them could comprehend it, she was cumming again just at the feeling of Bucky cumming inside of her, making him groan as her walls squeezed his cock, milking him for all that he was worth.
He let himself collapse on top of her for just a minute before feeling the need to pull out because she wouldnβt stop pulsating and shuddering around his sensitive cock.
Bucky didnβt think he had ever cum so hard in his entire life.
A smile spread on his lips as he flipped on his side, watching her chest rise and fall with her slowing breaths.
He trailed a finger up her still slightly trembling thigh, making her open her tired eyes to look at him.
She gave him a sweet smile, biting her lip as she squirmed, timidly closing her thighs and Bucky could see the exact moment she realized that his cum was leaking out of her abused hole, smirking at how bashful she got straightaway.
βAre you okay, little human?β Bucky asked, his finger tracing up her abdomen, around the curve of her breast and up under her chin, keeping her gaze on his.
She nodded, her expression cock-drunk despite the shyness, βwhenβ when can we do that again?β
Her question pulled an astonished laugh out of Bucky as he wrapped a hair strand around his finger, βany time you want, my love.β He brought her forehead to his lips, kissing her adoringly.
Gods, he was so in love that his heart felt like it would burst.
She smiled bigger, satisfied with the answer as she moved closer, settling on her orcβs broad chest and snuggling close to his warmth, βI love you, Bucky.β
βI love you, sweet thing.β Bucky gave her lips a deep kiss.
βSo orcs do do that.β She mumbled with a sleepy smile against his lips, making him laugh into her mouth.
She giggled a little before pushing her nose further into Buckyβs neck, gracefully falling asleep to his scent.
As she laid in his arms, vulnerable and exposed, Bucky felt a surge of protectiveness wash over him as he pulled the heavy blanket up her naked form, holding her closer to him.
He pressed a gentle kiss to her hairline, vowing to always be there for her. She was his, and he was hers, destined together through a love that defied all odds.
And as they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, Bucky knew that he had found his home, his safe haven, in the embrace of this one girl who had so easily stolen his heart.
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Not That Kind of Guy
Part Ten: Stalker!Anakin Skywalker Γ femme reader series
Warnings: stalking, weirdo behavior, psychotic/delusional behavior, possessive/protective, sexism/misogyny, sexual content/fantasizing, pervy behavior, panty/scent kink, mask kink (Ghostface), gaslighting/manipulation, spitting, cumplay, nude vids/pics, oral, dick piercing, spit, back shots, GEN. SMUT[Be sure to pay attention to future warnings in the series]
Info: Anakin is so annoyed with his mother. He discovers something and Ghost has plans for it. [diary entries from Ani] extremely not proofread. MDNI 18+
Diary Entry
I thought for sure youβd kick me to the curb. But just like always, you never fail to amaze me. You like the side of me that no one else does, you like both of me, thatβs a miracle if Iβve ever seen one.
I donβt even like both of me.
You chose me, for whatever reasons you might have, pure curiosity or genuine care and interestβ¦ I donβt really care. All I care about is that you chose me. You want me. Me. All of me.
Youβre choosing both of me. Separately. But soon youβll love both sides of me, youβll love me as a whole. Thatβs something no one has ever given to me. No one has ever wholly loved me, partially because Iβve never shown anyone all of me, partially because I used to fail miserably at balancing the black and white of my being.
Anakin the perfect boyfriend and future husband deserves your daylight love. Ghost the purposely imperfect and probably less than sane guy deserves your midnight curiosities.
I like this. Separating myself this way, itβs more manageable. Iβve tried for years and years to just be Anakin who is always pretending to be the man of the year, but is still just a tad tooβ¦ off putting.
To everyone back home, Iβll always be the strange guy who only had two friends, himself and the neighbor kid who was only such good friends with him because they grew up in close proximity.
Anakin, the weird kid who didnβt know how to smile properly.
Anakin, the creep who stared too much, not at anything inappropriate. I wasnβt leering at women or anything, itβs just creepy for people to be looked at by someone who has βdead eyesβ and βdoesnβt blink enoughβ.
Anakin, the βwell heβs tryingβ boy. The poor little guy who brought Brianna a handful of nettles on the playground, tied together with worms. βHe meant well! Heβs trying to be nice sweetie.β
Anakin, the βturn out your pockets before you come insideβ kid. You come home with a dead squirrel in your hoodie pocket once and your mother will never trust you not to have another stashed somewhere.
βhey, itβs not that I donβt think youβre great! I do! Youβre just notβ¦ great for me.β
βplease donβt look at me like that, it makes me uncomfortableβ
βGet away from my yard, I know what youβre doing!β
βWhoβs cat is that? Anakin! Where did you get this?β
βAni, you canβt keep doing this. I canβt protect you forever!β
βDonβt you want to have friends? A girlfriend? To grow up and have a family? Donβt you want that?β
I was always Anakin-weird as hell, psycho, town freak-Skywalker.
In your daylight love I can be Anakin-nice guy, perfect smile, warm hugs-Skywalker.
I can shove everything else into The Pit until Iβm ready to put on that Ghostface mask and take off my mask of normalcy. Weird isnβt it? Putting on a mask just to take off another one?
I like it though. I really like it.
I can be normal for you. I can. I can be normal. As long as Ghost can be let out of The Pit sometimes. No more balancing on the edge for Anakin. No more hiding and pretending and suffocating myself with the act of being a person.
If I can flood Anakin with all the things Iβve learned over the years, all the knowledge Iβve stored away in my mindβs filing cabinetsβ¦ then you can have the man you deserve.
Youβll just have to come to terms with the fact that once Ghost makes his appearance, your Anakin is gone until further notice.
I think youβll do well with that. Youβre already handling it swimmingly.
Diary Entry
You left me a note of your own this morning, a question I wasnβt expecting in the slightest. When I walked into the kitchen and finally cracked open the diary youβd left laying there for me I was shocked. Absolutely and completely shocked.
βWhen are you coming home?β
Youβre asking Ghost to visit you? For real? I donβt even know how to react, I never thought youβd be the one requesting the company of my masked presence. I guess giving you an option, proving your feelings and your well-being mattered most to me was the right move.
Now I just have to figure out what Iβm going to do. Iβll have to plan. I need to think.
I have to be so much more careful now.
Date
This is the first time Ghost hasnβt responded when youβve contacted him. Itβs been three days of nothing. Heβs not been inside your house at all, no gifts, nothing has been moved, your catβs bowl is empty when you get home.
His absence is more unsettling that his presence.
Youβre beginning to wonder if youβve angered him by asking about his next visit, was that the wrong thing to do? Did it freak him out? Asking about his plansβ¦ did it make him uncomfortable? Or is he tired of the chase now? Now that youβre interestedβ¦ is it possible heβs lost the adrenaline rush of it all and he wonβt be back at all?
Thereβs no time to ponder or worry right now, yet here you are staring into the foggy mirror in your bathroom post-shower.
βHey sweetheart?β Anakinβs cheery voice floated to you from under the door.
βIn here!β You called out, opening the door up and wiping off the mirror, grateful to have been pulled out of your mind.
βWant help picking something out?β He asked, wrapping his arms around your middle, pressing his nose to the crown of your head to smell your freshly washed hair.
βMmm yeah if you want.β You nodded, smiling at him in the mirror.
βYou excited?β He grinned, poking your sides to hear you giggle.
βYeahβ¦ a little bit nervous though to be honest.β You confessed.
βWhat? Why? Theyβll like you, I have no doubts.β He said with a reassuring squeeze to your shoulders.
βI know, itβs justβ¦ what if they donβt?β You asked nervously, looking away from his intense gaze in the mirror.
βThey will.β He whispered kissing your temple.
βBut what if they donβt?β
βThey will, but, if for some reason they donβt then theyβre stupid.β He shrugged his shoulders. βBut I know they will okay?β
βBut Ani Iβm worr-β
βHey.β He said sharply, catching the words before they could leave your lips. βThatβs enough.β He said in a softer tone.
He sighed, grabbing the hair brush from the sink countertop. He started brushing through your wet tangles, starting at the ends and working his way up.
βYouβre important to me. They know that.β Anakin whispered, kissing your shoulder. βThey know youβre something special, trust me. Iβve never brought anyone to meet them before.β
βSeriously?β You whipped your head around with a horrified expression on your face.
βYeah seriously.β He nodded. βIβve never felt like this for anyone else.β He gently directed your head back to face the mirror so he could continue brushing your hair.
βThat makes it even worse!β You squeaked, slumping over against the sink, your arms crossed on the cold Formica top with your forehead rested on them.
βWhy?β He asked as he sat the brush aside and placed his hand on your back, rubbing up and down the soft fabric of the towel around you.
βIβm the first girl youβre bringing home!β You said exasperatedly, βtheyβre gonna be expecting someone likeβ¦ like super great and amazing.β
βYou are super great and amazing.β He laughed, squeezing your hip and patting it gently.
βBut-β
βBaby stop.β He said softly. βYouβre gonna work yourself up all over nothinβ. Please, just trust me okay? Theyβre gonna think youβre perfect.β
βOkay.β You sighed, standing back up and turning around to hug him tightly. βAlright. Letβs get ready then.β
βIβm ready.β He said gesturing to his tight grey crewneck and ripped black jeans. βAll fancy and shit.β
βI wouldnβt say fancy, but I would say hot.β You grinned.
βStop.β He chuckled, βshould I go change? I canβt have you drooling over me at the dinner table with my parents.β
βNo, no donβt change.β You shook your head with a giggle. βI can wait.β
βYou can wait?β He gave you a devilishly toothy smile. βWait for what darlinβ? Does baby need some attention?β
He picked you up and sat you on the sink counter, giving your ass a firm squeeze. Immediately bringing one hand to your cheek, his thumb on your chin, he tilted your head to the side and hovered his lips just over your skin. Barely grazing the softness of his lips up the length of your neck to the dip beneath your ear. His free hand rubbing up and down your side, as he finally pressed a hot, open mouthed kiss to your sensitive flesh.
βMy girl only waits when I say so.β He whispered, nipping your earlobe.
He nuzzled into your neck, bringing your ass to the edge of the sink with one arm, using the same hand to slip beneath your towel and travel up your abdomen. The towel fell from where it was tightly tucked at your chest, Anakinβs hand cupping your breast gently as he thumbed at your nipple.
His lips soldered to yours in a passionate caress of lips and tongues, you could taste the minty flavor of the gum he constantly chewed, the forever lingering ghost of cigarettes and the delicious savory flavor that was uniquely him.
He was so good at distracting you with his mouth on yours that he could get away with just about anything and youβd never know until it was too late. Just like now, when you heard his belt buckle clank against the bathroom tiles. You couldnβt help but smile, it was something so simple, but it was one of your favorite things.
The sound will forever be associated with every kiss, every touch, every gasp and breath heβd given you and every intimate moment to come. The jangle of his belt buckle coming loose meant falling apart in his arms, it meant love without saying it aloud.
Anakin snickered as he teased your opening with one finger, swirling it around the outside, never fully dipping inside.
βGreedy little pussy.β His deep bedroom voice never failed to conjure up a gush of slick to your already drenched cunt. βSo fucking wet already.β
βMhm.β You nodded, wiggling your hips closer to his hand or at least you tried to, Anakin held you firmly in place, tsking at your attempt.
βSee? Greedy.β He chuckled but gave in anyway, finally pushing in one digit to twirl around your gummy walls while he pumped in and out slowly.
βCanβt help it.β You panted, breathing heavily despite the relief of getting what you wanted, you needed more. βMissed you Ani.β
βOh poor thing, I missed you too.β He cooed, adding a second finger while he rolled his wrist as he thrusted his fingers deeper.
Just as you were about to speak again, the shrill sound of your phone alarm blared next to you on the counter top, making you both jump.
βJesus! what the fuck.β He snorted, βpause baby.β He said as he reached over to turn it off and check the time.
βIβm so glad you set shit like that or else weβd never get anywhere on time.β He said with a smile. βNow, hop down and let me bend you over.β
βWhat weβre doing a quickie?β You teased as you did as requested, sliding off the sink and obediently bending at the waist for him.
βAs much as I hate it, yes.β He sighed. βYou know I like to take my time.β
He said as he rubbed his rough palm over the swell of your ass, tugging his boxers down with his other hand. He shoved his palm under your chin and tapped your cheek.
βSpit.β His voice was rough and gritty, like he he was straining, fighting not to ram himself into you right that very second.
You spit into his hand, earning a mumbled: βAtta girl.β
He slicked his cock with your saliva, stroking himself quickly with the head of his cock pressed to your entrance, pleasuring himself but just torturing you with the heat of his length.
βAni!β You whined, pushing your hips back against him.
Youβd done exactly what he wanted. The second you pushed back he rammed his cock deep inside your pulsing heat. He set a brutal pace, wrapping one arm around your chest. Your hands instinctively flew up to hold onto his muscled forearm, his grip tightened and you gasped in surprise.
βChrist Anakin.β You breathed out, your eyes wide with shock at this sudden change of pace.
He was a slow and sensual lover, he liked to take his sweet time and caress every curve and kiss every centimeter of flesh that he could reach. But this was completely different, this was pure hunger, hips snapping against your ass at a punishing pace.
His other arm came down your stomach and spread your pussy lips apart to press and pinch the little hard nub that would have you shaking beneath him.
The way he was breathing so heavily in your ear, the hot air fanning over your cheek, it only heightened the feeling. Sending goosebumps down your skin and perking up your nipples again. The sound of your wetness was loud enough to hear with each and every plunge of his cock.
βYou like it like this baby?β He chuckled, βsounds like you like it.β
βUh huh.β You nodded rapidly, gripping his arm tightly as a particularly sharp streak of lightning shot through you.
Your pussy clenched down around his cock and you closed your eyes to concentrate on the feeling the metal jewelry at the tip of his cock gave you as it stroked your insides roughly.
βMaking such pretty noises,β he moaned, tilting your head back and to the side using your hair, to properly reach your mouth so he could ravage you with his tongue just as he was with his dick.
βCβmon baby, let me hear it.β He panted, sucking your lip between his teeth.
βThatβs it, yeah thereβs my girl.β He laughed, watching your eyes roll back until just the whites were visible. Your eyes fluttered shut as your cunt pulsed around him.
βFuckβ¦ Fuck thatβs- right thereβ¦ please?β You whined, trapping his hand right where it was with your fingers digging into his wrist.
βGood manners.β He praised, licking along the length of your jaw. βGood manners baby, so proud.β
βJust like this huh?β He questioned teasingly, a smirk on his lips caught your attention in the foggy mirror. βYou like the piercing donβt you baby? Feels good doesnβt it?β
βFuck yeah.β You moaned, squeezing your eyes shut tight while you waited for him to push you over the edge. βL-love it. Donβt ever fucking take it out again.β
βSure thing baby.β He snickered. βYou ready sweetheart? Getting close arenβt you?β
βYou can cum.β He said as you nodded, his forehead now resting on your shoulder as he drilled into you, rolling your clit between his finger and thumb.
The coil that had been wound tightly in your core snapped with his permission, a high pitched groan eeked out from between your gritted teeth, your cunt leaking down his shaft as he fucked you through the high.
βLean down.β He said as he pulled out abruptly, leaving you gaping and gasping for breath.
βPerfect.β He groaned, one hand on your waist as you pressed your torso against the sink counter.
He stroked his cock wildly, his fingers digging into the plush of your waist, squeezing soothingly when his chin dropped to his chest and he stiffened up, holding his breath. All you could hear was the sound of his slick hand pumping his swollen length over your ass.
Until finally you felt the warm spurts of cum splatter on your skin, the viscous fluid dribbling down your lower spine until it slid over your ass hole.
βFuck, that looks so damn pretty.β He breathed heavily, standing back to take in his art work.
βI should take a picture.β He whispered, kneeling behind you with a hand under each ass cheek, he licked up his own cum with a satisfied hum.
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Approximately an hour after Anakin defiled you in the steamy confines of your bathroom, you were walking hand in hand into one of the nicer restaurants on the outer circle of the city. Meeting his mother terrified you, his stepfather not so much. Anakin didnβt grow up with him, he wasnβt a staple of his childhood.
But his mother was. She was a single parent, worked so incredibly hard to provide for herself and her son. She made sure he had everything he needed and then some, she was truly a saint.
βChill out.β Anakin whispered, squeezing your hand gently. βYouβre okay.β
You nodded and silently let Anakin pull you along behind the host who was leading you to the table where his mother and stepdad waited for you both.
You laid eyes on his mother first and the smile that spread across your lips was genuine. As soon as you saw her your worries started to slip into the backseat of your mind. She exuded a calming atmosphere, she seemed so serene and unbothered. What youβd give to live life like that.
You could see where Anakin got his comforting nature from, especially as she stood up and extended her hand to you. The gentle smile and warmth in the crinkle of her eyes was enough to melt your heart.
βIβm Shmi.β She introduced herself in a soft tone, looking to her side where her husband sat. βThis is Cliegg, Anakinβs stepfather.β He gave you a nod and warm smile after clapping Anakin on the back in an awkward side hug.
βItβs great to meet you guys!β You chirped, introducing yourself quickly.
βYou too sweetie.β Shmi smiled, moving to envelope her son in a hug.
βHey momma.β Anakin chuckled, squishing her shorter frame in a big bear hug. βMiss ya.β
βMissed you too hon.β She said quietly, patting his chest before returning to her seat.
She gave Anakin a little smile of approval when he pulled your chair out for you to slide into, you wanted to gush about how grateful you were that sheβd raised him to be such a gentleman but you got the feeling that she already knew.
The four of you engaged in a bit of small talk while looking over the menu options, you refrained from even picking up the menu, getting an odd look from Cliegg who just chuckled and shrugged his shoulders as if to say βsuit yourselfβ. The waiter returned with ice water for everyone and a bottle of wine for the table, getting ready to take orders with their pad and pen at the ready.
After Anakinβs mother and her husband ordered, Shmi looked at you expectantly but you just gave her a small smile as Anakin ordered for the both of you.
βAnakin.β She chided him after the waiter left. βSheβs perfectly capable of speaking for herself.β
βI know she is.β He said firmly. βBut she shouldnβt have to when Iβm perfectly capable of doing it for her.β
βShmi itβs okay really.β You laughed light, knocking Anakinβs foot with your own as a warning. βI prefer it honestly. I think itβs sweet.β
She gave you an odd look, her face was soft just as it had been the whole night so far, but her eyes conveyed something that you couldnβt quite place.
βAlright sweetie.β She conceded and nodded, the look passing over her eyes just as quickly as it appeared.
Anakinβs arm slid around your waist momentarily to offer some comfort, gently squeezing your hip and tapping his thumb rhythmically while he jumped straight back into the conversation he was having with his stepdad.
βSo, Anakinβs told me quite a bit about you.β Shmi said warmly. βHe said youβre a waitress and youβre taking classes at the college?β
βYeah, thatβs right.β You nodded happily. βThe Bluebird Diner, itβs a real great place. Anakinβs a big fan of the butterscotch pie.β You smiled.
βThe collegeβ¦ yes Iβm taking classes. Theyβre all going well but Iβm not set on a major yet and itβs getting to be the time that I decide.β You sucked in an anxious breath, giving her a nervous look.
βWell thatβs perfectly fine.β She said, surprising you with her acceptance of your unplanned career. βI dropped out after my freshman year and didnβt complete my degree until Anakin was in highschool.β She explained.
βOh really?β You raised an eyebrow, glancing at Anakinβs side profile while he spoke to his stepfather. βDo you mind if I ask why?β
βWhy I dropped out?β She asked, leaning back in her chair. βWell it was for a few reasons. Mostly because itβs difficult to work, educate yourself and raise a child alone.β
βI can imagine it would be.β You agreed with a humored smile, expecting to be met with a similar expression by Shmi.
Though you werenβt, instead she had a strange sort of reminiscent look about her. Not the fuzzy feeling of nostalgic reminiscing, more of a moment of remembering something unpleasant.
βYes.β She nodded, βAnakin didnβt make it any easier.β
βOhβ¦β you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at her sudden shift in demeanor.
It seems she noticed your body language change and she quickly corrected herself by breaking out into a smile, sitting back up straighter in her seat.
βBut what kid doesnβt?β She laughed lightly, reaching out to pat your hand affectionately.
βRight,β you nodded, chalking up her strange switch up as a mother remembering her rowdy son. It must be hard, seeing him grown up and finally bringing a girl to meet her.
βSo how did you two meet?β Shmi asked, turning in her seat to face you fully, giving you her full attention. βAnakin said youβre neighbors?β
βYeah! Yeah thatβs how we met officially.β You nodded.
βOfficially?β
βWell we found out after weβd talked a few times that we actually met at the bar he works at.β You explained, βhe made a drink for me. I thought he looked likeβ¦ semi-familiar, you know itβs hard to miss the tattoos.β You smiled.
βOh thatβs very true.β Shmi laughed. βDefinitely stands out.β
βYeah, so we officially met the day he was moving in across the hall from me.β
βOh youβre telling her about move in day?β Anakin cut in with a big grin on his face.
βMhm.β You nodded happily, gazing at him with a hint of adoration in your eyes. βAnakin had his stuff strewn out in the hallway and I knocked over a stack of his books.β You laughed and he squeezed your shoulder lightly.
βYeah, then we chatted for a bit and she noticed a book of mine that sheβd lost her copy of, so I gave it to her. Thatβs how I snatched her up.β He said proudly, gesturing to you with both hands like he was presenting a trophy.
βHuh, who knew you had a little romantic streak?β Cliegg laughed.
βOh he definitely does!β You agreed eagerly.
βWell Anakin I have to say: Iβm extremely impressed youβve found such a lovely girl.β Shmi said softly, glancing at you with those warm eyes.
βTook you long enough.β His stepdad smacked his upper arm with the back of his hand with a deep laugh.
βHey, I was holding out for the right one.β Anakin said with a satisfied smile. βI wanted my forever girl and I found her.β
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The rest of the night went smoothly, no hiccups, no awkward moments, nothing youβd worried about came to fruition. His mother was as sweet as could be and her husband definitely suited her well. All in all, you were happy to have had the opportunity to get to know them. You were proud to be the first girl worthy of meeting them and you were thrilled that they seemed to like you as much as you liked them.
βSee? Told you.β Anakin whispered, walking beside you out of the restaurant.
βYou were right.β You sighed. βNothing to worry about.β
βI was what?β He fake gasped, one hand coming up to cover his mouth dramatically.
βYou heard me and Iβm not repeating it.β You giggled, bumping him with your shoulder.
βGood enough for me princess, Iβll take it.β He smiled, pulling you close and pressing a chaste kiss to your hair.
You said your goodbyes to Anakinβs parents just outside the entrance, a full, loving hug from Shmi and a βyouβre great but weβre not there yetβ double hand squeeze on one of yours from his stepdad.
Youβd just started walk to the car when Shmi called out to Anakin, causing you both to swivel around.
βAni, sweetheart can you come talk for just a second?β She asked sweetly.
βOhβ¦ yeah okay.β He nodded, handing you the car keys.
βIβll go see whatβs up baby.β He said with a soft tone, βgo ahead to the car.β
You followed instructions and did exactly as he asked, climbing into the passenger seat of his car and starting it so you could listen to the radio while Anakin was gone. You didnβt think much of it, it was probably just a bit of an after dinner debrief.
Anakin jogged over to his mom and leaned against Clieggβs truck while he climbed in, leaving just Shmi and Anakin to speak alone.
βAni sheβs a wonderful girl.β Shmi said, squeezing his arm gently.
βYeah she is, sheβs perfect isnβt she?β He gushed, his pupils widened at just the thought of you.
βYes-β
βSheβs justβ¦ everything. Sheβs everything to me.β He continued, picking up his mothers hand.
βJust w-β
βI mean I really believe sheβs the one mom.β He squeezed her hand, running his thumb over her knuckles in an affectionate way. βReally I do, sheβs perfect. I- Iβm so glad you guys like her, I knew you would of course but she was just so nervous and-β
βAnakin!β Shmi said sternly, her voice quickly going back to a calm tone after getting his attention.
βAnakin, sweetie, Iβm so glad youβve found your person.β She started slowy, holding eye contact with her sonβs intense gaze. βIβm proud of you, you know that donβt you?β
βYeah of course-β
βIβm proud of you. Youβre a good boy honey.β She said quietly, βsheβs a sweet girl, she deserves the best.β
βWell yeah she does, of course she does and-β
βAre you being your best?β Shmi asked him, her voice turning hard, alittle sharp. βSwear to me, Anakin. Swear you are?β
βYes mom.β He sighed as though he were expecting this conversation.
βAre you still taking your medicine? Seeing your doctor?β She asked worriedly.
βReally?β He scoffed. βPlease, letβs just drop it. This was a good day, please donβt ruin it by worrying over nothing.β
βAre you though?β
βYes!β He hissed, clenching his teeth tightly. βYes Iβm still seeing the doctor and taking the stupid pills, yes.β
βGood. Very good.β She breathed a sigh of relief at his compliance.
βDonβt ask me if she knows.β Anakin said sternly. βShe doesnβt.β
βYou canβt just keep that from her, she has a right to know Anakin!β
βItβs not the right time for that.β He raised his voice slightly. βShe doesnβt need to know yet. Iβll tell her on my own terms.β
βBut you canβt-β
βI said: Iβll tell her on my own terms.β He breathed deeply, keeping his temper in check. βPlease mom, justβ¦ just be happy for me okay? Iβm doing really good, Iβm happy. Please just let me be happy.β
βAlright.β She sighed, nodding slowly. βYouβre right. Iβm sorry sweetie, I shouldnβt have questioned you like that.β
βItβs okay. I know you worry.β He mumbled, pulling her into a hug, his hand rubbing between her shoulder blades.
βI- I just so badly want you to be happy.β She said quietly. βI want you to be safe, happy, and loved. You deserve to be loved.β
βI am loved.β Anakin whispered, his voice rough, βYou love me. Cliegg loves me. Owen probably loves me. I think she might love me too.β
βYou think so?β She asked in a brighter tone.
βYeah, I do.β He nodded, pulling back with a soft smile.
Diary Entry
I love my mother, but she worries too much. Talking to me like Iβm some child to be coddled and babysat. I donβt need her or anyone else to tell me what I should or shouldnβt do, especially when it comes to you, my little doe.
I know whatβs best for you, for our relationship, and itβs my opinion that you donβt need to burden yourself with my past transgressions. Iβm a changed man, what I did as a teenager, as a kid, has no reflection on who I am today.
Telling you about it is out of the question. At least for nowβ¦ but, itβd probably be for the best to never, ever speak of it. I just donβt see the point in sharing something like that with you when it would cause your pretty little head to worry over something so irrelevant to the present.
Not to mention the stupid fucking doctor. It was ridiculous, asking me such a personal question when she knows very well that it upsets me when she interrogates me like that. Itβs none of her business anymore, Iβm not a child, I can take care of myself.
If anything, her questioning and distrust makes me want to do it even less just to prove that I can live without it.
I donβt need to see a fucking shrink if Iβm taking the pills right? Itβs overkill to do both. I donβt need to talk about my feelings, I donβt need to tell a stranger all about my past and the questionable things Iβve done. Thatβs why I have a journal and I think it suits me just fine.
Just another reason why I love you so much. Youβve helped me by getting me into writing stuff down instead of keeping it bottled up. Youβre responsible for the thing that helps keep me from spiraling, you should be so proud of yourself, showing me this A+ coping skill.
Itβs way better than: βBreathe inβ¦ breathe outβ¦ focus on your surroundings and count the things you can see and feel.β
Like what the hell is that? Whatβs that supposed to do? Distract me? Yeah right.
It canβt distract me from whatβs going on in my head. Not when itβs so much all at once, all the time. It was exhausting to pretend that something like that was working for me. Journaling is so much better. So much easier.
Itβs real and itβs tangible. I can flip through the pages and return to the good things, or I can skip over the bad stuff but take comfort in knowing that I was able to write it down.
So fuck the shrink, Iβm not going back. I havenβt been in months and Iβm doing perfectly fine.
Diary Entry
I cannot for the life of me figure out what the hell Iβm going to do. Iβm grasping at straws here, trying to figure out how to handle the Ghost situation.
I can tell youβre getting annoyed.
How am I supposed to respond? I know itβs been days but I canβt bring myself to answer the texts, the notes, the questions shouted into your otherwise empty home.
Hopefully youβll understand, though I acknowledge that you have every reason to be upset with me. Iβm assuming youβre feeling some sort of betrayal after the letterβ¦ I hate that. I really hate it. But itβs unavoidable.
You responded extremely well to my offer and the opportunity for a choice. So Iβll just do that again. That sounds reasonable, Iβll give a bit of an explanation, little apology and then Iβll let you choose what happens next.
This is what happens when I donβt fully plan ahead. I fuck things up and then itβs just a gommed up mess.
Then the whole situation with my mother really threw me off. It just added another layer of βwhat the hellβ to my already high stack of self imposed problems.
I want to do something. I need to do something. I have shit to get off my chest.
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Finally, finally Ghost has gotten back in contact with you.
Now that the little grey envelope is sitting on your nightstandβ¦ you almost donβt want to open it. After all the silence on his end itβs impossible to guess what he has to say. Though as youβre convincing yourself not to open it, itβs found itβs way into your hand.
LETTER
Little Doe,
My absence was unexpected for you as well as myself, for that I apologize. I would go into detail if I could but unfortunately we both know that I canβt do that.
Letβs just say that my life got a bit complicated and I had to take a moment to iron things out. Now that everything is starched and pressed itβll be back to business as usual.
While I was gone I took some time to consider your question as well. So Iβll match you with a question of my own.
Iβve beenβ¦ stressed to say the very least. I donβt like to be destructive, Iβm not that kind of guy. So I was wondering if youβd help me out, give me a bit of an alternative rage release?
Donβt lie, I know youβre curious. I know you want me just as badly as I want you. I bet youβre wet just reading this, arenβt you? I think itβs high time for you to be conscious enough to really enjoy everything Iβm giving you. Donβt you agree?
I heard you like it rough. Is that true princess? Iβll give you rough, just say the word and Iβll make sure youβve got marks thatβll last for weeks.
Next half of the question: here or elsewhere?
You sure do love to show off that little body of yours. I wonder if that would translate over into your sex life if youβd let it.
Your choice little doe.
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βHe did not just ask me thatβ¦ did he?β
You stared at the letter in your hands, your mind going well over the speed limit on the road to rational thinking. It was tempting, oh so very tempting. Heβs right of course, he always is, you are curious. You do want him, maybe even need him.
Itβs obvious heβs more than capable of giving you what you needed, what you wanted. The man had you feigning for him for weeks with no relief, all from teasing you, all while you were unaware.
It would beβ¦ interesting to see for yourself in the waking world what heβs done to you in dreamland. Itβs alright if itβs for research purposes isnβt it? Is it really cheating if you donβt know the person at all, his identity is a complete mystery; that should count for something right?
Just a smidgen of a mitigating factor would be enough to sway you to say yes.
βHey.β You called out, waving your hand as if he were there with you and you were trying to get his attention. βYou listening?β
*Ping* a text came through almost immediately: βAlways.β
βYouβre serious about this?β You asked, holding the stationary in one hand, gesturing to it with your other.
βIβm always serious.β
βRight.β You sighed, pulling your legs up to sit cross-legged. βI donβt think this would be very kind of me to do. I just met Anakinβs mother, our relationship is getting serious.β
βCongrats. What does that have to do with my need to fuck you?β
βUh everything.β You scoffed. βThatβs cheating. I donβt want to cheat on him!β
βDefensive are we?β
βYes,β you hissed, scrubbing your forehead with the palm of your hand, βvery defensive for good reason.β
βI admire your loyalty, but be honest with yourself little doe.β
βI am being honest! I donβt want to cheat on him!β You shouted back.
βYou didnβt say that you didnβt want me to fuck your though.β
βChrist.β You mumbled, pinching the bridge of your nose.
βI didnβt say that. Youβre right.β You conceded.
βThen itβs a yes?β
βNot necessarily.β You snapped, the true answer was right there, clawing away in the cage of your teeth.
βSo no then.β
βThatβs not what I said.β You said hastily, alittle too eager to correct him.
βI see.β
βWhat?β You scoffed, staring at the message thatβd popped up.
Another followed, this time a voice message. You hesitated before pressing play, holding your phon up to your ear to hear it clearly. His gravely distorted voice washed over you in all its unholy temptation.
βDonβt worry little doe. I know just what you need.β He paused for a moment as if considering something, βItβs been a while since youβve had a night out. Go have some fun, Iβll catch up with you.β
βOh no. Absolutely not. Youβre not knocking me out cold again.β You said angrily.
βOf course not. I want you to be awake for this.β
βThenβ¦ then why do you want me to go to the bar?β You asked suspiciously.
βSurprise :)β
βFuck.β You muttered, rubbing your temples before picking up your phone to message Luke and Han, as well as your good friend from book club.
βJust to be perfectly clear: Iβm not saying yes!β You said, looking around the room with a red tint to your cheeks.
βNot a no either.β
You could practically hear his voice, that teasing tone you knew all too well. What an ass, a stupid sexy ass.
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βOh look at you princess.β Anakin whistled wrapping his arms around your waist when you walked out of your bedroom in a sweet little pink dress.
βPretty, pretty girl.β He mumbled and he nuzzled into your hair, taking a deep breath to smell the scent of your shampoo.
βOh hush,β you giggled, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. βcanβt be saying stuff like that, youβre gonna get me all flustered.β
βWhat if I want you to be all flustered?β He chuckled, tipping your head back to capture your lips and invade your mouth with a gentle caress of his tongue.
βMmm taste as good as you look baby.β He whispered, his words fanning over your bottom lip and straight down to your core.
βAnakinβ¦β you whined, looking up at him and wishing for mercy.
βShhh donβt whine.β He laughed, pinching your chin between his forefinger and thumb. βIβll quit teasinββ¦ for now.β
βBut you do look gorgeous you know?β He said sincerely, very lightly touching your cheek so as not to mess up your makeup.
βThank you Ani.β You said shyly, leaning up on your tip toes to kiss his nose.
βSo whatβs the plan again? Dinner at that one Thai place you like? Then youβre going to the bar?β He asked, leaning back against the kitchen counter, his hands resting on the countertop at his sides.
βYep thatβs the plan.β You nodded, checking your bag to ensure you had everything you needed.
βCall me when you get there? Youβre walking arenβt you?β He asked, looking at you with a gaze of concern that warmed your heart.
βYes Iβm walking and yes I will call when I get to the restaurant and Iβll text when Iβm leaving.β You promised, tossing your mini backpack over your shoulder and giving him a hug and soft kiss.
βAlright sweetheart, Iβll see you at the bar.β He said in a low tone, smoothing out your hair as he held you close for a moment longer.
You left your home and Anakin behind, trotting down the steps to the city streets below. A walk would be good for you, plenty of time to think and plenty of time to clear your head of those thoughts before you reach your destination.
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Diary Entry
Iβm so excited. I donβt think Iβve ever been this excited to do something for you.
I know itβs a bit presumptuous, but I think I know you fairly well and if youβre reading those nasty, raunchy books on your bookshelfβ¦ well I think itβs safe to say you might be interested in some of it for yourself right? You already think a man in a Ghostface mask with a knife is sexy.
Iβm gonna give you what I think you like. I know I will love it. Iβve been wanting to do this for a long time but I was always alittle too chicken to do it. Even before we started dating, before you knew about Ghost. Itβs been a fantasy of mine that Iβve thought of way more often than Iβll ever admit.
But now I have your unspoken permission, well at least your non-denial of it. Which isnβt technically consent but who cares; itβs been so blurred between us already.
Honestly its super comforting the way that you so vehemently defend our relationship. Iβve never had someone go to bat for me like that before, itβs endearing. It makes me feel cared for, loved, needed.
I know itβs hypocritical, trust me I know that; but it does kind of get on my nerves as well. I want you to say yes and say it enthusiastically to Ghost. At the same time I want you to scream and kick and tell him to fuck off.
Being jealous of both sides of myself is frankly quite exhausting. I donβt know what I want other than you. I just want you. I want you to want both of me and you do, but thatβs also a problem.
You think Iβm two separate people and that makes me a tad worried.
The only comfort it brings me is that you arenβt enthusiastically saying yes. Youβre denying the truth of course, we both know that. But youβre also keeping some loyalty to our relationship and for that I am so eternally grateful.
I love the way you love me even if you havenβt said it aloud just yet. You will soon.
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Your group of friends were gathered outside the restaurant, as the last one to arrive, you of course received a light dose of good natured insults and chiding.
βThere she is!β Your best girl friend Sam yelled, pointing you out to Luke and Han as you walked up the sidewalk.
βFinally! Iβm starving!β Luke sighed liked heβd been waiting hours, according to your phone you were still two minutes early.
βShut up and letβs get some food.β You snorted, pushing him through the door and into the yummy little Thai place.
After getting settled into your cozy corner booth you placed your orders and slipping into the familiar routine of gossiping and story swapping.
βHow did meeting the parents go?β Luke asked, propping his chin up on the heel of his hand, his fingers drumming along his cheek.
βIt went so smooth and oh my god his mom is so sweet.β You said, leaning forward in your seat.
βI was so worried they wouldnβt like me, but I think they did. Anakin said they did, I mean they really seemed to at least.β You nodded.
βOh Iβm sure they loved you. Youβre the perfect girl to bring home to the parents. Youβre the whole package.β Sam smiled warmly.
βYouβre too sweet, giving me way too much credit.β You sighed, your smile faltering slightly.
βAnywayβ¦ yeah his mom was great. I think she was just alittle worried you know? Iβm the first girl heβs brought to meet them so I feel like there was a bit of worry there at the beginning.β You explained, talking with your hands.
βShe was talking about him as a kid and she just looked soβ¦ sad I guess?β You sighed, trying to find a better word to describe it but came up short. βSo I think maybe she was just sad about him growing up, finally finding someone he wants to be serious with.β
βThatβs so sweet.β Sam said, squeezing your hand. βI didnβt realize you were the first girl heβd brought them.β
βYeah,β you nodded proudly. βHe said he was waiting for the right one.β
βEw thatβs so gross.β Luke gagged.
βFuck off.β You tossed a good natured insult at him, rolling your eyes despite feeling an immense sense of accomplishmentβ¦ maybe a hint of guilt there too.
After the meal was finished, you all walked together out of the restaurant and set out on foot toward The Cerulean. A leisurely pace was set by Han and Luke who were happily at the head of the group while you and Sam hung back just a few steps behind.
βSo heβs gonna be here tonight?β Sam asked curiously.
βOh, yeah but heβs working though.β You said.
βWait really?β She asked in surprise. βThat doesnβt bother you?β
βWhy would that bother me? If anything itβs comforting.β You scoffed.
βWell heβs likeβ¦ heβs just there you know? Not participating heβs just gonna be watching.β She made a displeased face.
βTrust me, I have no qualms with beingβ¦ looked out for.β You smirked.
βSo you donβt mind that heβs going to be watching you the whole night?β
βNo, I donβt.β You shrugged, walking the through the door as Luke held it open for the two of you to enter.
You broke off from your friends in search of Anakin, you spotted him behind the bar, animatedly speaking with a coworker that you vaguely remember Anakin referring to as βTrevβ.
It was like you had some sort of homing beacon, Anakin immediately whipped his head toward you and beckoned you over with two fingers. He trotted around the bar to meet you halfway, sliding his arms around your waist to pull you flush against his chest, pressing his lips to the top of your head.
βHow was dinner, pretty girl?β He asked, his voice low and smooth.
βIt was good!β You chirped, squeezing him tightly again before he let you go. βTold them allllll about meeting your parents.β
βGood things only I hope?β He laughed.
βOf course. Good things only, always.β You nodded with a big smile.
βItβs not nearly as busy in here as usual.β You observed, scanning the large space and noticing a much lower head count than the times youβve been here before.
βOh I know,β Anakin nodded, βthereβs some kind of opening anniversary for a pub downtown. Free beer or something like that.β He shrugged.
βHuh, well Iβll have to tell Han.β You said.
βMhm yeah Iβm sure heβd enjoy it.β He agreed, βyou going too?β
βNo, Iβm going home when I leave here.β You shook your head.
βAlright baby, listen, I gotta go back.β He nodded toward the bar. βYou know where to find me.β
With that he gave you a chaste kiss to the forehead and quickly walked back behind the counter, stealing a drink order right from under Trevorβs nose as he slid in front of him, you heard him snicker and the *thwap* of a towel snapping against his leg in retaliation as you walked back to your friends.
You spotted them off to the corner, Sam speaking with a shorter man youβd never seen before. You snuck behind her with a cheeky grin and tugged a lock of her hair gently as you passed by, she was unfazed, simply giving you a pink cheeked smile.
βHey Han,β you called out to get his attention as you drew closer, his head following the sound until he saw you. βYou know thereβs a bar even going on downtown tonight?β You asked, coming to a stop just in front of him.
βYeah, itβs at The Drunken Horseman.β He nodded, βI think a few of the guys were headed out there actually. Free beer.β
βW-well why didnβt you go?β You asked in confusion, knowing he wouldnβt have just passed it up for no reason.
βCause a little lady I know likes it better here.β He grinned, tapping your forehead with his pointer finger.
βAw, you didnβt have to do that Han.β You said, feeling a bit guilty. βYou shouldβve said something!β
βWhoa, donβt get all riled up. I donβt mind it at all.β He reassured you. βI can still do plenty of people watching from right here.β He said, knocking his knuckles against the table top he leaned against.
He waved his hand over to the left, your eyes following the gesture until your gaze was met with a younger guy, unapologetically and unsuccessfully trying to speak to a group of girls despite being seemingly incredibly wasted.
βI guess thatβs true.β You laughed lightly, the pull of guilt still tugging at your guts.
βListen, after weβre done here you should go!β You encouraged, βI donβt want to be the reason you donβt get to do something that you wanna do.β
βBabes itβs no big deal.β Luke said, popping out from his seat behind Hanβs massive frame. βI think we planned on skipping out a bit early to do exactly that.β
βReally?β You sighed in relief. βGood, Iβm glad.β
βWe did?β Han asked, looking over his shoulder.
βUh yes, we had a whole conversation about this yesterday you oaf.β Luke scoffed.
βOaf?β Han let out a loud, bellowing laugh at Lukeβs poor attempt at an insult, making a little smile creep up the corner of your lips as well.
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You decided collectively to call it a night just a little before 11:00pm so that Luke and Han could still catch Hanβs group of friends at The Drunken Horseman. You said your goodbyes to them at the door and turned to face Sam after watching them leave.
βAre you positive youβre okay with walking home alone?β She asked you worriedly, βlike absolutely positive?β
βYes, Iβm absolutely positive.β You said with an appreciative smile. βIβll be fine. Iβll text you when I get home.β
βOkay.β She nodded, satisfied with your answer.
βYou better do the same.β You said, catching her arm as she started to leave with the man sheβd been chatting with all night.
βI will,β she signaled for him to wait while she got up close to whisper to you, βI looked him up when I went to the bathroom earlier. Arrest records and everything.β
βGood.β You grinned. βHave fun then.β
You spun on your heel to find Anakin and tell him goodbye, heading straight to the bar and catching him in another conversation. This time with a female patron that youβd seen before.
βI donβt understand.β She scoffed.
βWhat donβt you understand?β He scowled.
βI just donβt get why youβre mean to me!β She huffed. βI come in here all the time and Iβm always nice to you, yet youβre an ass every time I speak to you!β
βThen stop speaking to me.β He said flatly, pretending to inspect a glass that he was drying.
βI should report you to management.β
βPlease do.β Anakin shot back.
βTheyβll fire you, for being rude to customers.β She threatened, crossing her arms.
βTheyβll ban you, for harassing employees.β He snorted.
βGod. Youβre ridiculous, I asked you out one time-β
βYeah and it was one time too many.β He snapped at her.
βI have a beautiful, wonderful, amazing girlfriend.β He said sternly. βShe is my everything and you, are nothing.β
βLike sheβs-β
βListen. Even if I didnβt have a girlfriend I wouldnβt go after a whore with loud ass mouth like you.β He snarled. βLeave. Iβm banning you myself.β
βYou canβt do that!β She yelled
βHe canβt do what?β His coworker Trevor came over quickly after hearing her shout at Anakin.
βHe- heβs trying to ban me.β She said angrily.
βWhat did you do?β Trevor asked the girl and looked over at Anakin.
βNothing! I was just trying to order a drink and he called me a whore!β
βI did call her a whore.β Anakin willingly admitted with zero remorse.
βWait is this the one?β Trevor asked.
βYeah, sheβs been bugging me, Jason and Stevie for the last few weeks. Comes in every now and again and wonβt take a fucking hint from any of us.β Anakin grunted as he glanced over at her.
βThatβs not true I w-β
βNope. Thatβs enough.β Trevor said, obviously irritated, he pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of her.
βHey you canβt do that!β She shouted trying to grab his phone.
βYouβre going on the wall honey.β He said, thumbing over his shoulder at a cork board of banned patrons.
βYouβre serious?β She scoffed, βyou canβt be serious.β
βDeadly. Now get out.β Trevor barked, following her angry path across the bar to ensure that she did in fact leave.
βBaby?β Anakinβs voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you realized youβd been standing there with your mouth open as he tapped the underside of your chin.
βAnakin you didnβt tell me it was that bad.β You said, eyebrows furrowed as you looked up at him, now standing in front of you.
βAh.β He grumbled.
βI didnβt want to worry you sweetheart.β He said softly, taking both your hands in his. βSheβs not coming back now so nothinβ to worry yourself over.β He said with a reassuring smile.
βThatβs just awful though. She was doing that to three of you?β You asked in disgust.
βYeah.β He sighed. βDoesnβt happen often. Usually itβs April and Jess who get the creeps but every now and again thereβs a girl who does it.β
βHow much did you hear baby?β He asked, pushing hair from your face and holding your cheek.
βJust the tail end of it.β You lied.
βYou know Iβd never even entertain something like that donβt you, princess?β He asked, lines of worry etching into his forehead, βNever, Iβd never even breathe in the direction of another woman.β
βI know.β You said with a small smile, you were being truthful. There wasnβt a doubt in your mind about his faithfulness, especially now after witnessing him tear into a girl over it.
βI know I have nothing to worry about.β You said, giving his hands a squeeze.
You might not, but Anakin does. Anakin does have to worry about your faithfulness whether he knows it or not; thereβs a Ghost haunting every corner of your life that has no plans on leaving anytime soon.
βGood.β He said with a warm smile, pulling you into a hug. βAre you leaving?β He asked, pulling g back slightly.
βYeah Iβm headed home now.β You nodded.
βAlright pretty girl.β He said, kissing your forehead. βBe good. Iβll see you tomorrow. Text me when you get home?β
βOf course.β You nodded with a big smile that faded as soon as you turned around to leave.
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βI saw your girl leaving, you headed out now?β Trevor asked Anakin as he was untying his apron.
βYep, Iβm leaving too.β Anakin nodded, folding the apron and tucking it under the counter. βUnless you need me to stay?β
βThanks for coming in to help out man.β Trevor said, clapping him on the back. βWe got it from here.β
βNo problem, you know I donβt mind.β Anakin said, grabbing his wallet and keys. βSee ya.β
Anakin left hastily stopping at his car in the back parking lot to grab his essentials. He checked his phone and saw that youβd made an unexpected stop at the little corner store for what he assumed was a snack.
βPerfect.β He grinned, tossing his hoodie over his head and switching out his shoes.
He tucked his mask under his arm and hopped into his car, parking it up the road a bit closer to where you were, just to get it out of his work parking lot. He jumped out, locked it and slipped into the nearest alley. He grumbled but hopped the fence at the end and continued down until he hit the opposite street, running parallel to the one youβd be taking.
βOneβ¦ twoβ¦ threeβ¦ fourβ¦ there.β He mumbled to himself as he passed by alleys between buildings until he found the one he was looking for.
This particular place was perfect for his purposes, no cameras, no foot traffic, no dumpster, a brick wall on one end and a recessed entrance to the building on the left. A building that was currently up for lease, leaving it tenant free. He scaled the short brick wall on his side of the alley, using the dumpster there as a boost.
Anakinβs sneakers hit the pavement with a satisfying noise when he dropped down from above. He tugged on his gloves and mask, hitting the side button on the voice box while he walked up the alleyway, his phone in his hand.
Your little blue dot was quickly approaching and his adrenaline was running high. His body practically vibrating in anticipation of what he was about to do, with your footsteps in audible range he tucked his phone away and bunched up a black handkerchief in the palm of his leather glove.
Your long shadow came into view, the lamppost casting it down on the side walk below. It shortened with each step you took. Seeing no shadow behind you, no other footsteps, Anakin knew it was safe to enact his plan.
The very second you came into view he lunged forward, clapping his hand with the bandanna in it over your mouth. Instinctively you parted your lips to scream, allowing him to shove the fabric in your mouth as he dragged you by waist and under your arms as you kicked and thrashed.
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Happy birthday, Untamed Bruised fruit, please!
a continuation ofΒ 1Β 2Β 3Β 4 5
Wen Qing doesn't know why she bothers to doubt him, other than that if someone doesn't then he'll stop being at all tethered to reality.
Everyone else arrives, and seeing Nie Mingjue in her village is enough to send her blood pressure up, but Nie Huaisang seems to have leashed his brother for at least one evening, and is fluttering around everyone and loudly complimenting the architecture. Really, the only attendants besides Jiang Yanli and Jin Zixuan who don't get her hackles up are Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen, who who calls her niece with spark of humor she didn't know he had.
The Lan arrival sends everyone into a tizzy. A-Yuan attaches himself to Lan Wangji, who doesn't seem to mind, and he and Wuxian fall instantly into conversation, like they hadn't spent their teen years at each other's throats and most of the war not much better. Wuxian really can make friends with anyone.
Then, just as he predicted, the Jiang are the last to arrive.
Jiang Cheng appears up the lit path, what looks like almost the whole Jiang clan behind him and not doing a very good job to contain their excitement - even from here she can whispers about Senior Brother Wei, despite the very public break Wuxian was supposed to have from their clan.
Wuxian is holding Suyin when Jiang Chen storms up to him. Everyone goes quiet, watching, as lightning arcs up his hand and he sets his face into a scowl that had been the last thing a lot of people had seen on the battlefield.
Wuxian is so still, not even breathing, because Jiang Cheng has always been the one who could break him and the one he never thought would, but the war changed a lot of things.
"Well?" Jiang Cheng snaps.
Wuxian stares.
He holds out his impatiently, still what that same scowl.
Wuxian grins, carefully placing their daughter in Jiang Cheng hands, who holds her easily and competently, probably due to his experience with Jin Ling.
Jiang Cheng looks down at his niece and his face softens. When he looks back up at Wuxian, the sneer isn't nearly as believable. "Well, it looks like you finally managed to do something right."
"Hey!" Wuxian shouts, crossing his arms and pouting, and the rest of Jiang are surging forward, pushing forward to get a look at Suyin, and Wen Qing sighs and goes to find Jin Zixuan.
Maybe he has tips on dealing with in-laws.
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Happy (late) 420! I tried to get this out yesterday, but that didn't happen. Anyways, here's some Dealer!Coryo x Reader in honor of 420.
Weed, drugs, guns, cussing, Coriolanus Snow being Coriolanus Snow, p in v, slight degradation?, um that's bout it
βYour brother's drunk again?β Coryo, your weed dealer and fuck buddy, asked as he flung the door to his section 8 apartment open as soon as he saw you thru the peephole.Β
He knew what was wrong with you just by the sullen look on your face. Anytime you had that look on your face it was because your brother was either drunk and fighting with you or your ex (who Coryo nearly beat to death after the last time he cheated on you- which if you ask the dealer shouldn't have happened cause only a fucking idiot would stick their cock in a skeezy cunt when they've got your perfect, tight cunt to fuck on the regular) did something (like cheat) to upset you.Β
After getting beat within an inch of his life, your ex skipped town. Rumor has it that he went to California. So, Coriolanus knows that there's only one reason you're on his doorstep looking like an anxious mess: your brother, Rein.
βYep.β You popped your tongue.
βCome in.β Coriolanus ordered, moving aside to make room for you to enter his shithole. As you walked by him and into the apartment that smells heavily of cigarettes, weed, incense, and rose scented glade plug-ins, your favorite drug dealer announced with a lopsided smirk, βI was just βbout to roll a joint.β, while shutting and bolting the door.
βIt's been a while since I smoked. I could use a few hits to calm down.β You admitted, making a beeline to the lumpy couch and in extension the glass coffee table nestled right in front of it.
A glass coffee table with chipped corners that was cluttered so much that the glass could barely be seen. It was a cluttered mess of magazines, rolling papers, plastic sandwich baggies, large bags of weed, a scale, a few empty beer bottles, an empty chip bag, a red solo cup, zippo, and a cheap ashtray.
Sometimes you wonder about Coryo, who could be a dead ringer for Eminem. Hell, his looks got him the nickname of Paneminem. You know, cause he's the Slim Shady of your small bumfuck Colorado town of Panem.Β
A town that both you and Coriolanus Snow, known to a very small select few as Coryo, hate with a passion.Β
But, anyways, sometimes you wonder about the dealer with the platinum buzzcut (which you were shocked to find out was his natural hair color) that lives alone. He doesn't have a lot of friends and the only family he's got is a cousin, Tigris, that's a stripper at Pluribusβ club. But they had some kind of falling out after he got a dishonorable discharge from the army and barely talk anymore.
And you only know about Tigris and his brief stint in the military cause you curiously asked him about his dog tags, chewing on the corner of them during a half-high afterglow while cuddling with him.
βWhat dumb shit did Rein do this time, baby girl?β The hardened drug dealer asked, following you over to the sofa. A sofa that has a board under it to level and prop up the saggy seat cushions.
βHeβs pissed that I got laid off and can't find another job.β You told Coryo as the two of you sat down on the couch, making it dip under your combined weight.
βSo, does that mean you're gonna start helping your favorite dealer sling shit for cash?β Coriolanus slightly chuckled, slipping his hand underneath the hem of his oversized white T-shirt and pulling his gun out of the waistband of his baggy jeans; placing it down on the coffee table.
You've seen the black Glock so many times, gosh it must be at least 50 by now, since you started buying weed and hooking up with Coryo. Him handling the weapon around you doesn't even phase you anymore. It should. It really should, especially since you weren't raised around guns or violence- but apparently the more time you spend around Snow (Coryo's surname and one of his street names- the other being Snowball) the more you're being corrupted by him.
Unknown to you, Coryo doesn't want you to become corrupted by him. He thinks you're a really sweet girl that had some shit luck of being abandoned by your mom and raised hovering above the poverty line by your much older half-brother and his girlfriend. Despite your crappy conditions, youβre as sweet as honey. Or at least to Coriolanus you are.
For some reason, the hardened drug dealer that's a couple of years older than you wants to keep you safe from any and all dangers in the world. Hell, Snow's not supposed to have feelings for you, a girl that occasionally buys weed from him; comes over to his place to vent about her life, but he does.
And that's not good because feelings are dangerous in his world. The drug underworld. The side of town, hell life, that decent people don't see.Β
Coryo's got people that would love to put a bullet in him; the cops also want to lock him up for at least half his life too. Having you around him so much, getting wrapped up in shit isn't good at all. It's not good for you or for him. It'll only end up bad and in heartbreak.
And Snow can't have that. Oh, he has to protect you from his world. The world of drugs and all other illicit activities that transpire in the criminal underworld. You're just too sweet to have as a permanent fixture in his life, which is why he doesn't hang with you unless you're buying weed from him. He won't actively seek you out, despite the fact that you always bring a smile to face and warm his cold, black, dead, frostbitten heart.
βCoryo, you're my only dealer.β You dryly remind him, watching as he perches on the edge of his couch; leaning forward to grab the items he needs from his chipped coffee table to roll the joint with. βAnd no, I'm not gonna help you deal.β
βOnly dealer, favorite dealer: same thing from how I look at it.β Coriolanus retorts while his long fingers nimbly work to fill and roll a joint for the two of you to share. βIt was a joke, baby. I wasn't serious.β Your dealer dryly told you before giving out a lecture of, βMy line of workβs dangerous, babe. I'd never send you out into that shit just to make a buck.β Waggling a long weed scented finger in your face, he added in, βAnd I would've fucked some goddamn sense into you if youβd agreed to my fake offer.β
Youβre not stupid, you know that Coryoβs not just a weed dealer, but that he sells some hard shit and it makes his job- hell his life- dangerous. But you don't care. You accept him as he is. You're not trying to fix him; you're fine with him the way he is. You're also fine with being his customer/sorta friends with benefits.
You know that Coryo has a lockbox full of various pills and coke that he deals. The box is shoved in the side table, that looks like a weird ass octagon, caddy cornered between his sofa and a heavily duct taped easy chair. You saw it once when you were over, crying about being cheated on by your ex and needing some weed (and maybe some big dick) pronto to make you feel better and calm you down.Β
Coryo had a customer he needed to meet and sell some powder to, so he prepared the crap right in front of you. After cutting the white powder finely with a credit card (that you're sure he stole from somebody) and portioning it up in a baggie, he made you swear to never touch the hard shit. He even said that he'd shoot whoever dares to give you the shit right between the eyes if he ever found out that you dabbled in the hard shit.
And then he sent you on your way with a few joints and a promise that he'd stop by to check up on you; see if you need anymore post getting cheated on weed to help feel better with. He kept good on that promise, he stopped by and took you out for a ride. A ride that ended with you desperately riding his cock in the backseat of his car- which was parked in some alleyway in a seedy part of town.
βCalm down, Coryo. God, donβt pop a vein over there.β You sarcastically tell the platinum blonde while he finishes rolling the joint. Watching him pick up his zippo off the table, you assure him.βYou don't need to worry about me being in danger from the big bag drug dealers; I'll only make my money legally.β
βY/Nβ¦β Snow mumbled warningly, slipping the joint between his lush lips and lighting up. Taking his first hit, he sighs, βThe more you hang βround here, baby girl, the more you might be putting your sweet lil ass in danger.βΒ
βIβm a big girl, Snowball. I can take care of myself, plus I trust you and know that you'd never hurt me.β You said, watching him take his second hit.Β
Passing the joint over to you, he dead ass says, βI got enemies; if they think we're a thing they'll fuck you up to get to me.β Shaking his head, he leans his elbows on his knees (of course he was manspreading- he always does when sitting on the sofa). βCops would haul you in; jam you up just to try and catch my ass.β
Your brows furrow at his words. At their implications.
βSo, what, you don't want me coming βround anymore?β You asked, brushing your fingertips against his rough, calloused ones as you took the joint from him. βWant me to find somebody new to buy weed from?β You took your first hit, coughing slightly. βMaybe I'll drive a couple hours to Denver and buy from a regulated dealer: from the man.β You threatened, taking your second hit and passing the joint to the broad shouldered man next to you.
βYou're not driving down there for weed. You hear me?β Coryo sternly ordered before taking a deep hit off the joint.
βThen don't say you don't want me around, Coryo.β You countered, watching your dealer sexily blow a large billowing cloud of smoke from his perfect O shaped mouth.
βI didn't say that, babe.β Coryo snapped, his voice a bit hoarse from smoking weed all day (or at least you think he's been smoking all day). βI don't wanna have a heavy talk while smoking. Let's table this for now, yea?β He told you before taking a second, even longer hit from the joint perfectly pinched between his thumb and forefinger.
βYea, my life's stressful enough.β You agreed, taking the offered joint from Coriolanus as soon as he exhaled a lungful of smoke.
Coryo didn't say a word, just leaned back into his couch and snaked an arm to rest behind you. He gave you a lazy thin lipped smile as you took your hit. His icy eyes, usually void of emotions, were shinning with fondness as he watched you instead of whatever bullshit was on his tv.Β
A very nice large flatscreen that somebody gave him for payment. Fuck, the damn thing was worth nearly a grand since it was some top of the line Samsung smart tv. Snow knew it must've fallen out the back of a truck, but he didn't give a shit. Meant he didn't have to use he crappy tablet to watch stuff anymore.
But instead of watching tv, his attention was on you. God, Coriolanus loves watching you smoke. He thinks you're so sexy when you smoke. This cute, lil sweetheart taking in a large burning lungful and letting it waft out of your mouth expertly.Β
It turned him on.
βIt's not polite to stare, Coryo.β You remind the menacing man next to you, your tone a bit teasing, while passing him the joint after finishing your hits.
βI'm not staring, so don't know what your talking about.β He firmly denied, acting like he wasn't just caught ogling your gloss coated lips, while taking the joint.
You're starting to feel a bit hazy from the weed, unlike Coryo you don't smoke around the clock so a few hits mellows you out quickly, and lean your head against his shoulder.
βYour such a fucking lightweight.β The platinum blonde chuckles, shaking his head with a hint of an taunting smirk on his lips.Β
βNot everyone can smoke and fuck all day, Snowball.β
βI don't smoke and fuck all day. I'll let you know that if I don't sling my shit then I ain't making any bank.β Coryo sneered, sounding a bit insulted by your remark, before taking a quick hit and holding the joint out to you.
Your fingertips brush over his, sending shockwaves through both of your buzzed bodies, as you take his offering. βYou know, I'm still having a dry spell.β You reluctantly sigh between taking your two puffs and passing him back the joint.
Coryo's not stupid, he knows why you've been having problems finding somebody to hookup with let alone date. Word on the street is that he's sweet on you. That youβre Snowball's baby. Or at least Plinth and Creed, his only friends that are also dealers, told him that's the word.
Been the word since somebody saw you and him at some house party few weeks back- disappearing into a bathroom together for a good 15 minutes or so (yea, long enough to fuck).
βMaybe I can do something βbout it then, yea?β
βMaybe.β You coyly shrugged.
Even tho both you and Coryo knew that as soon as the joint turned into a roach; was snubbed into the ash trash, you'd be making out and undressing each other on his sofa.
βHmmmβ¦Coryo, that feels so goodβ¦β You loudly moan, feeling your cunt twitch and grow wetter, as you ride Coryo's cock.
Coryo's sucking on one of your titties while roughly squeezing the other in his large, calloused hand. His other hand is holding onto your ass like it's the most prized jewel into the entire world.Β
βGod, Coryo, I needed your cock so bad.β You admit to him, your voice nothing more than a pathetic mewl, as your wrap your arms around his neck- one hand pressing into the back of his platinum buzzcut while the other holds the back of his neck- while you leverage yourself to bounce faster on his dick.
His cock, very long and thick with veins that catch every velvety piece of your walls, fills your cunt up perfectly; turns you into a whinny mess. His tip hits against your cervix, causing the coil to begin to tighten inside of your lower body with every move. And the way his cock presses into your g-spot just right- oh fuck he's completely ruined you for men.
Whether you want to admit it or not, you're addicted to Coryo's cock. He's the only man that can fuck you just right. God, you would be all hot and bothered over your dealer.
Your nipple falls from Coryo's mouth with a loud, wet pop. He looks up at you, baby blues smoldering midnight with lust, and slaps your ass. βFuck, baby. Ride my cock, ride my cock like the lil slut you are.β His hand slides over your chest, leaving one tit and going to kneed the other, as he lands two quick slaps to your ass. βBaby, your cunt feels so tight and good. Ride me, baby, ride me.β
βFuckβ¦Coryoβ¦think I'm gonna cum.β You breathing tell him, forehead pressing down against his; hair curtains around your faces, as you grind your hips faster against his.
βYea?β He asks, his voice heavy from lust and hoarse from smoking weed, as he places his hands on either of your hips. βHold on, baby. I'll make ya cum.β Coryo tilts his chin up, sloppily kissing you, before digging his fingers into the meat of your hips and thrusting fast and hard up into you.
βFuck!β You scream, feeling your insides literally getting rearranged, as Coriolanusβ cock plunges deep inside of you. Deeper then youβve ever felt it before (and that's saying something since the manβs cock always leaves an imprint in your lower stomach everytime you fuck) and it's making you see stars.Β
Your arms are tightly wrapped around Coryo's neck in a vice grip as he pounds up into your cunt at such a strong, punishing pace. He's fucking you so hard and good that you can feel the rubber band inside of you get ready to snap. βCoryoβ¦I'm gonna cum.βΒ
βCum, baby. Be my good lil slut and cum on my cock.β Coryo orders, his baritone rough and raw, as he presses you against his chest while bucking his hips at lightning speed.
And you do. You cum hard, moaning a string of curses mixed with Coryo's name, before leaning limply against him and panting to catch your breath. Your head's pressed into the crook of his neck and he's now holding holding your back to keep you afloat while chasing his own high. Coryo pistons his cock in and out of you quickly before groaning a couple fucks and your name while shooting his hot load of thick pearly ropes of cum deep into your cunt.
βDamnβ¦β Coryo trailed off, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.
Your head's still resting in the crook of his neck as you unwrap one of your arms from around his neck. Running your hand up and down his toned chest, you blurt out, βI'm hungry.β
βOf course, you get the munchies now.β Coryo scoffs, shaking his head. βI got some pizza rolls in the freezer, I'll nuke us some in a lil bit. Okay, babe?β He offered while trying to enjoy his blazed out afterglow moment with you.Β
Honestly, he just wanted you to cockwarm him for a while because he didn't know when you'd be in that position again.Β
And Coryo knows that he's going to have to cut you loose eventually. You're a liability in his line of work. Snow, the cold hearted drug dealer that doesn't think twice about popping a cap in somebody's ass, has a soft spot for you. Hell, to be honest he cares for you.
He cares a lot.
And that's dangerous. Feelings are a weakness that he can't afford in his life. The thought of you being used against him makes him sick.
And Coriolanus will never forgive himself if something bad happened to you because of him.
He knows that he'll have to cut you loose soon. Put his combat boot covered foot down; lay down some rules for the two of you to abide by. Something like he'll drop your weed off at your house then leave type of deal.
But right now, for a few minutes, he just wants to bask in your warmth.
And for right now, you're Snowball's baby.
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(Alastor x Angel Dustβs Sister!Reader) pt. 2
It really has been a long time, huh?
( previous ) -> ( next )
I have never seen Anthony look at me like that, as though Iβm the villain destroying his life. But, last I checked, he was the one going by the real villain that actually did take his life. It was purely distasteful with his choice of name, let alone the fact that was his porno name. What was so wrong with his actual name?
βListen toots, I didnβt want to ask you for help. We didnβt have any other choice.β The venom spat back at me made my eyes narrow at him. What the fuck is his problem? All of this attitude is not how Anthony would talk to me. It felt like this whole new persona was taking over who he really is. I wanted to rip him apart, but not in front of these people. I canβt let everyone know my weaknesses, even if they pretty much all knew tiny parts.
βI get that. So Iβll ask again, what did you need help with?β I seethed through my teeth, feeling the watching eyes of all his friends. I only tensed up at my own attitude when I remembered Alastor and Lucifer were here too. I rolled my eyes closed and took a deep breath in and out before having an eerily calm aura surrounding me. Knowing I wasnβt going to get an answer out of the pissed off porn star brother, I looked towards Charlie. I could tell I made her nervous, shivers running down her spine before she straightened herself out and answered me.
βWell, Iβm sure youβve heard that we- uh-β She glanced back at Lucifer who was wide eyed back, shrugging slightly as a response.
βThat you,β pointing at Niffty with a smug smile, βkilled the great and Holy Adam? Yeah, hard to miss when itβs being broadcasted on every device in hell.β I crossed my arms, smiling. It was really amusing to see Lucifer step in with his slip up of phrasing. Alastor also put on a good show by standing against Adam. I never expected him to actually take on such a powerful Heaven icon.
βYeah, well, we need help with reinforcement in case the angels decide to retaliate.β She nervously fidgeted with her fingers, Lucifer watching me with anticipation. They all were, really. I was honored they considered me for help against heaven. Pretending to be debating it, I took long strides between Lucifer and Alastor.
βWith all things considered, thatβs a lot of my members being potentially killed for you. What do you have to offer me to make it worthwhile?β My hand started to glow pink, flexing my fingers and watching Charlie. Lucifer couldnβt make a deal with me or thatβll make more problems, only leaving Charlie and Alastor. Not like Luci would ever make the trust between us obvious. It would be a poor move if he wants to keep his weaknesses unknown. Alastor would rather drop dead than to be on a leash of someone else, though I have a sneaky suspicion itβs because heβs already on a leash. I should ask him about it next time we have one of our talks. Also, I already knew what they were going to sell to me but I canβt just make an assumption with it.
βWe will make sure Angel Dust gets redeemed.β My eyes light up pink, turning around to look at Alastor. He held his hand out casually, opposite of how Charlie held hers against her chest. What a bland, and predictable, deal offer.
βAlastor, baby, I already knew that. We both knew that.β I winked at him. βSo, what else?β His smile strained, despite it appearing to become more entertained. I read him like a book. It wasnβt very hard since he loves to hide behind a smile, saying it made things more intimidating. Iβd like to think itβs more so the idea of being able to bottle those emotions he loves to hide.
βWhat else? Darling, I think itβs more than reasonable for that to be a big deal.β He smiled his sharp teeth, my eyes watched them carefully. A sneaky feeling crawling up my spine as my eyes stuck like a magnet to him. Thatβs when Lucifer pushed Alastorβs arm down, rolling his sleeves up, walking towards me. He stuck his hand outstretched towards me, trying to intimidate me with a hard stare. I just smiled in response, awaiting for his deal. I guess they really are desperate if Luci wonβt even let Alastor and I pretend to hash out this deal. It was already mutually understood what he was going to offer was more than just that. He was just toying with the rest.
βWe will get your brother into heaven, and you.β My smile froze on my face. I couldnβt get into Heaven. No matter how hard any of us tries, Iβll always be stuck here in hell. That fate was sealed long ago. My hands have been permanently stained red and black from how many lives I selfishly took after the death of my two siblings. My hands crossed tightly behind my back as I pondered harder over what he was promising.
I donβt think I want to go to Heaven. I couldnβt place why but something small was trying to tug me to decide to stay in hell.
Something small. The idea of being in heaven with my two younger siblings was bigger. Hell, maybe even the forgotten sibling will be there too.
βCan you even make deals, Luci?β I purred out the nickname in a taunting manner, giving a small moment of silence between us. Since he wanted to air out dirty laundry, Iβll give more hints to how close we actually are. But, he definitely didnβt think he could make a deal either. Charlie tried reasoning with him while Alastor watched from the sidelines, an odd look in his eyes. They flickered to Lucifer before narrowing with displeasure. I guess someone doesnβt like sharing friends.
βI guess we will see, wonβt we La Morte.β He was struggling to remain professional. Neither of us wanted to act like this. This was all just a show for our professional standpoints, but I hated it. Iβve had to act professional and put together all my life, no matter how hard I fought against my father to create a life for myself and my siblings who wanted out. Thatβs all any of us wanted. Lucifer was a good guy despite the title he carries. His daughter is also an amazing girl. I would have agreed to do this either way. But, too many eyes were watching in this moment, too many windows and vulnerability to be spotted for our soft realities of each other. My hand gripped his as pink and gold clashed together.
βYou got a deal, Satan.β My smile turned poisonous as I gripped his hand. My magic branded his palm with a pink heart, healing itself just as quickly into a scar. I felt the searing pain of a tally mark etch into my back, ignoring the feeling and refusing to let it slip out that it even happened.
βAnyways, enough with the professional talk. If we are going to be a team, call me by my name. Iβm (Y/n).β Whether they could tell or not, my smile was genuine when I reached to shake hands with Charlie, Lucifer still rubbing his hand where the heart was branded onto him. Alastor watched heavily, something else pulling the weight of his stare on me. Thereβs no way he knows about the reciprocating brand mark. What can he notice that I donβt have hidden?
βYour name is really beautiful! Iβm glad I donβt have to call you Death every time I refer to you now.β Charlie smiled genuinely back. Trying his best to make it sound like he has never called me by my name before. My eyes raked over his figure, understanding itβs a secret he wants to keep.
βWell of course, any friend of Anth- I mean Angel Dust, is a friend of mine.β The sibling sense kicked in before I even had to turn around. Anthony just rolled his eyes at me. Quick movements led to my shoe being thrown at Anthonyβs head, smacking him hard enough in the face to send him backwards.
βChe cazzo!β (What the fuck!) My head snapped 180 with my body facing Charlie still. Through a clenched jaw and wide wild eyes, I lectured Anthony under my breath.
βSchialla, stronzo.β (Chill out, Asshole.) He immediately stopped, slouching against the wall. Anthony muttered under his breath but at least it wasnβt as disrespectful and obvious. Husk found it amusing enough to stifle a laugh with Vaggie.
βSo, whatβs the war plans?β I beamed, excited to get murderous for a good cause. Those exorcists killed a lot of my people, pissing off my whole team and myself tremendously. That was our family they were murdering brutally, just so they could have their sick fun and somehow remain in the sky. That was something Charlie and I could get along with.
βAbout thatβ¦β Lucifer awkwardly smiled. Youβve got to be joking. They have nothing? My eyes glanced at Alastor, who was still staring at me. I narrowed my eyes on him, silently asking βyou serious right now?β to which he looked amused and shrugged. Bastardo, itβs your skin also being risked here.
βOkay, what do I have to work with here?β Charlie reappeared with a stack of papers and dropped them into my hands. I blinked a couple times, gazing through the words scribbled on the papers. These were lousy attempts at battle plans or any sort of war plans.
βIβll revise these and have them back to you soon. I do request to have somewhere nearby for me to stay, along with my members. Fifteen minutes away isnβt a good distance, doll.β Observing Charlieβs timid behavior. Lucifer peered behind his daughter, gauging my reaction to everything. I had my work cut out for me but any excuse to be involved in Anthonyβs life again was something I was willing to risk everything for.
βConsider it done. Letβs take a stroll so I can show you where itβs at.β Lucifer snapped his fingers and excitedly held his arm out for me to take to walk with him. He was always trying his best to put on a front, but I know heβs still struggling. I mean we still meet and talk about ways for him to mend the broken relationship with Charlie. But, it feels like another negative energy was coming from where my other ally stood. When I turned to Alastor, his eyes were still locked onto my figure, wide and slightly terrifying. The look alone ran a chill down my spine. Why did it feel more exciting than terrifying?
βYou coming?β Lucifer glanced backwards towards me, forcing me to peel my eyes away from the enticing ruby set still locked on me. Instead, my eyes met the pale yellow and glowing red set. The tension felt high, pushing me to leave immediately.
βYeah, of course. Just taking the place in since Iβll be staying here, and potentially dying here.β I laughed sadistically as Lucifer frowned and elbowed me.
βNot funny. There is no way myself, or any of us, will let something happen to you. Unless you get redeemed, too.β He winked trying to sell the confidence he could get me into heaven with my brother. I doubt it, but no harm in trying.
Following down the hall, around back, there was a warehouse building directly behind it. It mirrored the looks of my warehouses that have been distributed in my territories. I could easily move a little over half of my people within this building, comfortably. The smile slowly dragged across my face before I could stop it. Lucifer was smiling back at me, satisfied.
βChe belloβ¦β (How beautifulβ¦) My whole body relaxed, feeling almost unnatural. I didnβt know how to handle how I was feeling at all. All this weight thatβs been pushing down on my shoulders just lifted enough for me to breathe, to relax. No one has ever done something this tremendous for me. I could feel tears brimming my eyes, ripping me out of that relaxed feeling. Instead, it was replaced with a sense of dread and need to feel that relaxed again. Lucifer was smiling softly, hand snaked around my waist as he waited.
βYou want to go see the inside, (Y/n).β A small smile remained as I allowed his arm to remain, feeling natural and familiar, but so wrong.
βWe canβt keep doing this, Angel. We both know that!β Lucifer was having one of his episodes again. The thoughts of Lilith coming back any second, just to see him fucking some other girl and actually leave him type of thoughts. Not that I could ever understand what heβs going through and show sympathy, but rather Iβm getting tired of fixing what I didnβt break.
βListen, Luci, I know.β He stopped. In the poorly lit room, I could see his eyes glowing and a faint outline of his body shape standing on the opposite side of the bed. He knows whatβs coming.
βWhat do you mean?β His eyes pierced mine. A hard stare swimming with all sorts of emotions. Panic was in the center of the tornado.
βLuci, we canβt keep having the same conversation every other day.β I sighed as he remained frozen in fear. One wrong move and I can destroy everything.
βI know you still love her. Nothing could ever change that. You have spent all of eternity together, created a beautiful daughter, ruled over hell. Itβs not something you can just fix in seven years, and I never expected you to.β His eye twitched as his black hands started to curl in, making fists. I watched carefully how his breathing was now heavier. I didnβt want to make a bigger mess but I canβt mindlessly try and heal him again, no matter how badly I wanted to.
βWhat I did expect was some sort of progress to prove that you were learning to let go and love me.β It felt selfish how I was wording it, but my own abandonment issues were strangling me. It hurt to breathe and my vision was blurring. He huffed out, about to deny everything Iβm saying.
βI know you love me, but not as much as Lilith.β My eyes froze on Lucifer in panic. Merda. (Shit.) I said her name.
βDonβt you ever say her name. Especially not like that. If she loved me, she wouldnβt have disappeared, abandoned me or Charlie. You donβt know anything.β I knew he didnβt mean it at the moment but my mom taught me one thing, never let a man tell you twice he doesnβt want you.
βItβs over, Lucifer.β I moved slowly to the door, refusing to turn my back to him and his eerie glowing eyes in the dark room, shutting the door quietly and carefully behind me.
During my walk back, it felt like a walk of shame. Opening and closing my door as quietly as possible to my office, sliding my back down the door. There is where I sobbed for hours, grieving a relationship where I actually felt loved, relaxed, and free from the impact my father has held on me all my life. This is where I vowed to never allow myself to get emotionally attached again.
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Hi! im in love with your Lucifer fics. You newest one has me gripped and i cant wait for the next part.
You got me brainstorming more Lucifer fics ideas
I was thinking of one where the reader has been helping/supporting Charlie at the Hotel and is almost like a mother/parental figure to her, and when Lucifer arrives he acts cold/mean no matter how much she tries to be polite. But then he warm up to her after see how much the reader really cares about Charlie and then he finally realises hes in love with her.
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Thank you! I literally could write about him for hours (kinda have already) and I really liked this prompt, so here's just a lil' something for ya, anon β‘
Honey | Lucifer x Reader
No smut, just some cute fluff here-
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As soon as you arrived in Hell, your eyes were drawn to the drab-looking hotel just up the hill. And you flew to it like a moth to a TV screen. That being said, you've known Charlie and the other residents for as long as you've been dead. They've all seen you at your worst, having to be the unlucky few to explain your death. Although, Charlie's comfort really made the whole being dead thing much more palatable. During this time, while she's supported you, you've seen her through thick and thin as well. Pretty soon, you became an important part of her life, offering a more parental influence when she needed one. You didn't really die at an old age, but a lot went on in your lifetime to give you the maturity to comfort people that way and you were always happy to do it.
Considering your skill set, some of the residents went to you in the same fashion. A little task you took to, just to help out, was fixing up some articles of clothing for people. It was a great mindless task for you to do, considering Alastor wasn't a fan of having phones and TVs in the hotel. So you simply sat, humming a little tune as you fixed up something from Angel's wardrobe.
Your trance was broken, seeing a pair of slender legs in front of you. Following them up, you finally meet eyes with a nervous-looking Charlie. She's fidgeting with her fingers, still trying to find the courage to say whatever she came to you for.
"You need something, hun? You can talk to me, c'mere." With a sweet voice, you patted the cushion on the couch next to you and kept on working. She let out a heavy breath you didn't realize she was holding.
"Soooo... my dad is coming to visit and I - uh.." she still struggled to find her words. Considering you've barely been outside the hotel, you really didn't question how big of a deal Lucifer was. But to see Charlie getting flustered about a little visit from her own father did make you feel uneasy.
"I guess - I don't know, I'm just nervous, is all! It's not that big a deal, I mean, he's my dad, but also.. he's... my dad..?" You nodded your head.
"Seems like a big deal. He's the king of Hell, so it makes sense that you're nervous. Can I help with anything?" Acknowledging her feelings and making sure to keep your tone smooth, you finally set aside the mini skirt you were fixing up to face her.
"Oh! Um - I was wondering if you could bake something for everyone! Niffty's making cookies, but I think dad might enjoy something a little more.." You both thought back on the disturbing display of desserts Niffty had made for everyone in the past, it sent a chill down your spine. You nodded your head fast, taking a hold of her hands.
βYeah, I'd love to! I'll make sure it's something your dad would like, too! How's that sound?" You absolutely loved to bake, and doing it for other people always made it even better. There was some pressure on you, considering who you were catering to, but remembering that this is for Charlie, kept any nerves at bay. Charlie, who just happened to be shedding a tear or two of relief, gave you a hug that would've snapped you in two if it had gone on any longer. You were used to those at this point.
The day went by fast, Charlie preparing and stressing over little decisions for her dad's visit. You got the OK to bake an apple pie. A specialty you would make when you were alive, you went all out. You'd always make the dough from scratch, soak the apples in a homemade cinnamon butter, and somehow managed to spiffy it up to a commercial extent. You were batting off Pentious and Niffy as best you could until he arrived.
You saw a side of Charlie during that visit that you haven't really seen before. She was nervous, sure, but it was clear she felt so defeated. Each little quip on sinners being hopeless or how Charlie shouldn't even bother in this "whole redemption deal" made you understand her paranoia more and more.
As Charlie introduced each of the staff and residents, Lucifer got distracted by the still steaming pie sitting on the table in front of everyone. He definitely wasn't the only one whose mouth was watering just by staring at it, but he was the one who bit the bullet, taking the first piece.Β
"And this is -" a loud hum of satisfaction interrupted Charlie's introduction to Sir Pentious, who looked deflated at the change in topic.
"Charlie! Good golly - This is great!" With another bite and hum, you watched his eyes flutter shut for a moment. A little boost of confidence immediately making you giddy.
"Oh! Well, that's good! Because this is our other guest! She made it herself -" Charlie took a hold of your shoulders and dragged you to face Lucifer. You could feel the nervous tremble coming from her hands. You looked up at her for a moment and smiled, placing a hand over top of hers. It really did seem to calm her nerves. And for some reason, he didn't seem to like that.Β
"Well - I'll eat anything with apples since they're obviously my favorite. Itβs not that special." He tossed the half-finished plate back onto the table and wiped his hands clean. He ignored you.
"U-Uhm.. yeah, that's - that's everyone, I guess!" Charlie stammered, not expecting him to turn such a cold shoulder to you. He spent his time examining you. Considering he didn't even care enough to learn your name at that moment, he sure was taking his time looking you up and down.
"Well then!" He clasped his hands together after finally tearing his eyes off you. "How about a little tour?" He suggested, clearly not invested in the other sinners now. Charlie looked down at you and you nodded, starting to clean up some little things around you. It was a nervous habit you had, but it helped to keep your hands busy and your mind off the insulting interaction you just had to endure.
Charlie took Vaggie's hand and went on to give the tour. Once they were out of sight around the corner, you slumped your shoulders letting out a groan.
"Short king's givin' you the cold shoulder, huh?" Angel leaned on the back of the couch, crossing one leg over the other.
"Right? Okay, glad I'm not the only one who noticed that. Is something wrong with the pie..?" Looking over to Sir Pentious, who was licking the already empty pie tin clean, he quickly shook his head.
"Maybe's got a thing for ya." Angel teased, jabbing you with his elbow. You rolled your eyes, finally taking the pie tin from Pentious.
"He didn't even get my name, I'm sure that's not it. Whatever.. " you grumbled, taking any dishes you could to the kitchen to keep your mind from exploring that option.
The extermination day battle was here. You followed the armies who attacked the hoards of exorcists when they finally arrived. As the battle went on, you hated to admit it, you found yourself in awe watching Lucifer kick Adam's ass. The sight of his wings and the little V thing - and obviously his immense power, somehow managed to make you blush as you were attacking angels. Definitely a new sensation for you, with the bloodlust muddling your other senses, but it was easy to forget about it once the new hotel was renovated and everyone was finally settled in.
As everything went back to normal, you went back to helping Charlie with anything you could, drinking at the bar with everyone and generally things went back to the way they were. There was only one difference. Lucifer made the decision to stay at the hotel. It was commendable for sure, his change of heart to support Charlie through this change, but it only left you feeling conscious about everything you'd do when he was around. The underlying crush didn't help much. Or Angel's teasing about said crush.
You really did try, when you'd pass him the hallway, you'd always send him your most sincere smile. Or when you spotted him reading or working on anything, you'd try and spark any kind of conversation or ask if he needed help. He never needed help. He was always too busy to chat. You honestly couldn't remember a time he looked you in the eyes before. You bit your tongue. No need to worry Charlie, or anyone really, about some feud you possibly made up in your mind.
It was especially important to you to not stress Charlie right now. Starting the hotel back up was a big task alone, but the loss of Sir Pentious weighed on everyone. And Charlie took full blame for it. A late night, where she most likely stayed up to try and find any kind of hope for redemption, any speck of proof to bring sinners in, she found herself burnt out. Approaching the memorial for Pentious, you stood beside Charlie. You found her visiting it every now and then, and when you did, you knew she needed a check in. And you were right. Without a word, Charlie suddenly clung to you. She went on about how it was all her fault. How he was gone because of her. How nothing seems to be working and she's terrified that it's all for nothing.
It took a while for her to calm down, but you would never leave her like this. By now, the two of you had fallen to the ground, sitting on your knees.
"Charlie, you are doing your absolute best. It's okay to cry, you know that. Think of everything you've done for everyone else, I mean - Pen would've never sacrificed himself if it wasn't for his friends." You brushed a tear from her still wet and puffy eyes. "You did that. You gave him something worth dying for." It was a hard truth, but you hoped it was enough for her. She's done more for you than she'd ever know, and you'd do anything to give it back. You didn't realize, but before approaching Charlie, Lucifer was pacing a nearby corridor, battling the decision to go up to her himself. He hadn't said much to her since extermination day, and he had always been nervous about saying something wrong, making things worse. Before he had the chance to muster up the courage, you had swooped in. It confused him. He should've been jealous or hurt, that he wasn't able to calm her down himself. That you beat him to the punch. But he didn't really feel that way, no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise. Was it admiration? Sitting in the shadows until he assured Charlie was taken care of, he went back up to his workshop, flustered for a number of reasons.
There was one moment, where things started to look good. It was a regular night at the bar, you, Angel and Husk had gotten on the topic of your lives, looking at the positives which was a rarity. Charlie and Lucifer were nearby, Charlie enthralled in the discussions of what Earth was like.
"My homelife? It wasn't anything fancy, but.. um.. - oh I had a farm, actually! I ran it with my parents, it was.. nice." You hold onto your arms, a bittersweet smile on your face. With a light bulb going off in Charlie's head, she nudged you with her elbow.
"You didn't happen to have any birds or chickens or ducks - did you?" She hummed. She noticed the wedge between you and her dad, and it hurt her just as much as it hurt you. She's little miss "everyone should get along", of course, this hurt her. You didn't notice, but Lucifer peaked up at you for a split second before distracting himself by swaying the drink in his glass.
"Oh..? Oh! Yeah! Yes, actually! We raised a few ducklings that a neighbor gave us - we got them as eggs, so we got to see them grow up and everything!" Going on, telling a story about how you snuck one into your room to keep it as a pet, only to be scolded for it. You had the whole group in the palm of your hand. Including Lucifer. You met his eyes for just a moment, the twinkle in them immediately drawing you in. With a quick smile, he became flustered. He scoffed, pushing himself away from the bar and leaving. As much as that should've infuriated you, seeing those eyes and the growing redness across the apple of his cheeks felt like a win.
Since the hotel was newer, and word hadn't gotten out about Pentious's redemption yet, it was still vacant beside you, Angel, and occasionally Cherry Bomb. That gave the whole group a lot of time to enjoy the large space in the meantime.
Certain nights, Alastor would play the large, golden, piano that Lucifer had so generously created. This led to Charlie singing along to whatever he was playing, of course, and when Lucifer was in a good mood - or drunk - he would even pitch in. He'd sit atop the piano, his legs crossed, as he hiked the matching golden fiddle to his shoulder and played along. It was truly a sight to see. His skills were unmatched, but it still seemed to melt into the rest of the contributions. It was as if he invented the damn thing (He did).
This sort of became a tradition, when everyone was in a good mood and Alastor wasn't getting on Lucifer's nerves too much, everyone would join in, singing and dancing. It was rare, but Damn was it fun when it did happen. One of these nights, Alastor started off with a song that you knew, and had actually introduced to Charlie. She gasped as soon as she recognized the tune, pulling you close by both your hands to sing along. You had as good of a voice as anyone did, in a musical rendition of Hell, but you mainly stuck to harmonizing little things with Charlie. Swinging around with each other, until you were dizzy and laughing, you noticed that the room seemed a little empty.
Lucifer was seated where he usually was, on his phone. His fiddle was placed carefully at his side, and he was scrolling through his goddamn phone.Β
"Don't feel like joining us, Your Highness?" You kept to titles since it was obvious he wasn't warmed up to you just yet. Even after living with you for a month or so.
"Mm. Don't know the song. It's not my cup of tea, just can't seem to get into it." He says bluntly, never looking up to you.
βOh, come on! Just play along, itβs just for fun!β You slurred your words a bit, whatever you had been sipping throughout the night causing, what you would call, an outburst.
βHm! Well, Iβm not exactly here for your entertainment, am I? God forbid a sinner doesn't have fun in their eternal punishment.β The room went silent. You felt so defeated. You've been trying since the day you met him to try and at least get on good terms with him, but it seemed like he would even prefer a night with Alastor over you. Things like this never bugged you much, you tried so hard to not let it bug you, but when Charlie looked over to you, with those worried eyes, it was hard to keep back the bottled-up disappointment.
With a little sniffle and a quick wipe of your eyes with your sleeve, you start heading back up the newly decorated grand staircase, without a word to anyone.
"Heyyy - Dad..! I think you maybe.. might've... I don't know - hurt her feelings..? Would you wanna - " Charlie carefully approached her father, who immediately lit up and placed his device down when she spoke. "Could you talk to her? Maybe just check up on her..?" She was speaking barely above a whisper.
βYou have to apologize. Um.. sir.β Vaggie finally blurted out. His smile was nervous, his eye twitching a bit at the concept. Taking in a deep breath, he rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a sad little laugh.
"Well, uh.. I don't know, Kiddo, maybe she's just tired." He muttered, obviously hesitant at the idea.
"Sounds like the king can't handle a little damsel in distress to me. Would you like me to comfort her, my dear?" Alastor was quick to chime in from the piano bench, offering a sympathetic smile to Charlie. Why did the concept of that make Luciferβs blood boil?
"Oh fuck you, bambi, I can handle it." With a quick hop off of the piano top, he almost stormed up the stairs to find you. Definitely not what Charlie was hoping to motivate him, but she wasn't an idiot. She knew Alastor had his reasoning for that. She mouthed a little thank you to him, once Lucifer turned his back.
You were ecstatic to learn that Charlie worked an extensive library into the hotel. Walking into its large double doors, you almost struggled to see the back of the room with how full it was. You had a little corner you claimed as your own, leaving one of your blankets draped on the little loveseat there, and setting aside a pile of books you were still working through. It was a great place to calm yourself down after what had just happened.
Hearing heels click against the tile, you wrapped yourself tighter in your blanket as you pulled your legs up to your chest.Β
"I'm fine Charlie, it's fine.. I just need a second, go back to the lobby." You shooed off the figure with one hand, wiping your face with the other.
"Ahha- Nope! Try again -" with a nervous chuckle, Lucifer greeted you with an awkward wave. Interrupting the silence by clearing his throat, he gestured to the seat next to you. With a quick nod, finally snapping out of your surprised state, you shifted your position to sit beside him. It wasn't exactly a two-person couch. Not for two people who might hate each other, at least. I mean it was a loveseat. He struggled to keep his distance, leaving your legs barely brushing together.
"Soooo.. you, uh- like.. reading..?" He asked after a long silence. You were mainly confused by his words, but simply nodded in response.
βYeah it's - I-I love it in here.. There wasnβt anything like this on Earth, so this is nice." You managed to speak out, between sniffles. He agreed with a little hum, fidgeting with the ring on his finger.
βGlad you like it. It's uhh - just happens to be my personal collection.β He puffed out his chest, looking at his clawed nails with a little smirk on his face. He had no idea why he thought that would help, but it actually did a bit. when he looked your direction, you were slack-jawed in awe. The sight made him turn a bit red in the cheeks, quickly looking away, he patted the top of his legs to fill the silence.
βThat's really cool! I guess it makes sense - considering you're older than the dawn of time- but, still. Thank you, I suppose. For letting me - I mean - us use it.β You rambled on for a moment your words became quieter the more you gushed.
βIs that supposed to be an insult?β He asked between laughter. You made him laugh. You hoped he didn't see the sparkle in your eyes at the notion. You stalled, lost in thought, before quickly shaking your head.
The two of you sat there for a moment, the awkward silence sitting a little more comfortably than before. Finally, Lucifer let out a sigh of defeat.Β
"Itβs my fault, right?" He asked, already knowing the answer.
"Oh, uh.. I guess so, but.. I mean, I'm kind of drunk so it might be something with that - but I'm fine, I swear." You waved your hands in an attempt to soothe the serious discussion. But Lucifer knew better than anyone what someone holding their true intentions back looks like.
"You're really good for Charlie. I.. I wish I could take care of her. Like you do." He admitted. It surprised you for a moment. Was that why he's been so cold to you? Was there some form of jealousy in there? Or was he really concerned that you would replace him in some fashion?
"C'mon, you're just saying that to make me feel better. I saw you on extermination day, none of this would even be here without that little pep talk, youβve done more for her than you know, I think. Charlie.. she loves you." The words made him perk up a little. Maybe even a king needs reassurance sometimes.
"Oh- Um.. I guess she does, huh..?" You could hear his smile. The two of you sat in silence for a moment. You didn't even realize you had the smallest smile on your own face. But he did. With another nervous laugh, he hesitates before planting a hand on your leg, just above your knee. No time like the present, you suppose.
"Iβm sorry. I really am. For.. everything. You're actually amazing. I-I mean it.." Without a response from you yet, he lets his gentle touch linger a moment longer. You leaned in towards him, the smile on your face turning sly.
"Yeah? You think so? I almost thought you hated me." You were teasing him. He's been so cold to you this whole time, you just had to take advantage of the moment. He turns a bit red, covering his mouth with his free hand as he clears his throat into his fist.
"Of course I don't.." He muttered.
"Soo, would you say you like me?" You drew out your words, walking your fingers up his arm.
"W-What? How - " He clamped his hand over his mouth before desperately trying to rationalize his thoughts, " Of course I do! I just said you're great with Charlie and I -ahh.. I love Charlie, so I like - " He coughs up his words, " - I liked your pie, that you made! And you have a good voice, too, and your little duck story was cute, so - " God bless this man's tendency to overshare when he's nervous. The alcohol definitely gave you the little boost of confidence you needed to question him like this, but you would be lying if you said you didn't notice his reactions to you whenever you weren't paying attention. Or whenever he thought you weren't paying attention. It finally dawned on you that some of those glares might have had some other motivations.
You knew when to reel it in, but considering his hand was still on your leg, he moved it up a bit even, you assumed he was okay with the teasing. Maybe even enjoying it. Delicately drawing your fingers across his jaw, to his chin, you pulled his gaze to meet yours. You could feel his hand tense at every little touch.
"You have really nice eyes, Luci-" He audibly gulped, tugging at his bowtie. "Youβve been avoiding looking at me for months.. I wish you'd look at me more." You almost pouted, your fingers still lingering under his chin. With the slightest movement, he followed your hand towards your face. He took his hand off your thigh for a moment, only for you to take a hold of it and place it on your back. He was the one who pulled you closer at this point.
βY-you can't just say things like that.. itβs embarrassing..β He muttered, trying his best to not close the gap between your bodies.Β
βEmbarrassing? Iβm not embarrassed, your highness. Are you? Do I.. make you nervous? Hmm?β You placed your hands just above his knees, leaning closer through your chest. Sucking in his lips, he did his best to stay silent, knowing heβd dig his own grave no matter how he answered.
βI just think youβre so pretty, Luci, I can't help myself.β Before he could properly react, you leaned in close enough for him to feel your breath against his ear. Damn, what did you drink? You could feel his hand on your back clenching, either to bring you closer or just out of sheer nerves. With a little hum against his ear, he let out the quietest whimper. It apparently took both of you by surprise, you leaned back to get a look at his face with wide eyes. Meeting his eyes this time sent you both into a blushing, nervous state.
With a deep breath, you cupped his face after brushing some of his golden locks back into place, then gave him the lightest kiss on his lips. You didn't even linger long enough for him to return it, and he was clearly distraught by it. You unwrapped yourself from your blanket, giving a dumbstruck Lucifer another quick peck on his forehead, before standing.
βIβm going back downstairs. Take your time, Hun!β You called out so sweetly as if you hadn't just left him a heated mess.Β
Finally returning to the lobby, you walked with your chest puffed out, beckoning for another drink from Husk.
"Did.. did Dad check in on you? Are you okay?" Charlie carefully approached you, and was immediately disarmed by your grin.
"Yup! I feel much better now. He apologized and we had a little.. Discussion. Thanks, hun." You said sweetly, taking a sip of the drink Husk slid into your hand. Angel gave you a dirty glare, and after meeting his eyes you quickly looked away.
"Well great! Where is he? Maybe we can pick back up where we left off!" Charlie clasped her hands together enthusiastically.
"Here! I-I'm here! Great idea, honey, let's keep playing!" He tripped over himself, rushing into the room and hoping nobody saw him re-fastening his tie. Sending him another quick smile, his face clearly hadn't cooled from the past events. He nearly dropped his fiddle, but as soon as he prepared he picked up the same song that was left unfinished moments before.
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nct dreamβs reaction to you in lingerie? ππΌ
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β‘ scenario: you order lingerie online and want to see your boyfriendβs reaction when you try it on.
β‘ genre: fluff, suggestive
β‘ minors do not interact
β‘ 'art' and' jump' by tyla and 'slow it down' by benson boone
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mark
the minute that you step out of the bathroom, mark's eyes bulge, and his jaw drops in complete awe. mark already believes that you are a goddess walking among humans, but to see you in such revealing and gorgeous attire pushes his belief further. his eyes are already scanning your body shamelessly as you let out laughs at his state. when you turn around to look in the mirror, mark almost moans at the sight of you from behind. i mean, come on, we all know mark is an ass guy.
you step closer to him, a smile on your face as you stand right in front of him. his hands fidget to touch you, looking between your body and your eyes as if asking for permission. your smile widens as you nod, resting your hands on his shoulders before you feel warm palms enclosing your waist. i don't see mark being horny at first, more in awe of your beauty. it's only later that he will come to you and ask to wear it later that night, leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck.
renjun
although you and renjun are quite vulnerable with each other, he still goes red in the face when seeing you in lingerie for the first time. you can visibly see him gulp from the other side of the room, his hands in his lap to hide his visible problem. his eyes never leave your body, hoping to burn the memory of your angelic body in his mind. he is speechless, trying to find the perfect way to tell you that you're beautiful, but no words can describe the feeling. his eyes will venture your body, taking in everything.
he will stand immediately, moving across the bedroom to stand in front of you. his hands find your hips as his eyes trace each detail of the lingerie, his hands moving down your thighs and then back up your waist. once he has admired every part of your body, he leans in to capture your lips in a kiss, hoping to portray how he feels in the simple action. he feels successful once you push him towards the bed, kneeling down with a smirk on your lips.
jeno
within the first few seconds of jeno seeing you, he would be amazed with his famous puppy eyes, his lips parting slightly to let out an inaudible gasp. though, it wouldn't take long for a smirk to appear on his face, eyeing you up and down hungrily. it was actually jeno's idea to try on lingerie, as it was obvious he had a thing for it. he just really loves seeing you all pretty for him. jeno doesn't need to say anything when he wants you closer to him, leaning back on his elbows and spreading his legs which has you drooling (i mean come on, we've all seen the jeans)
he will ask for you to spin for him slowly, running his tongue over his lips as you do so. he pats his lap as his smirk grows because he knows he got you worked up just from his gaze. once you're in his lap, he isn't holding back, pressing his lips to yours and hands exploring your body. he will definitely be throwing praises left and right, wanting you to feel more confident in the lingerie as he wants to see it more often.
haechan
haechan is excited long before you come out. he is another one who worships the ground you walk on, so when you said you got new lingerie, and you wanted to show him, he was shaking from excitement. a boner had already formed in his shorts, even if he was only picturing you; that's the effect you had on him. once you walk out, he feels like he came on the spot. you looked way more beautiful than he could have ever imagined. he doesn't bother hiding the effect you have, jaw-dropping dramatically and his eyes scanning over your body.
of course, haechan being haechan, starts whining that he can't see you properly and wants you closer to him. the minute you step closer, his arms are around your waist and pulling you until you're standing between his legs. his fingers trace along the details of your outfit, his eyes meeting yours as you gasp at the contact. he traces his fingers along the hem of your underwear until you let out a whine, begging him to do something. there is no way it was coming off anytime soon.
jaemin
very much like mark, jaemin would not look at it in a sexual way immediately. as soon as you step out, he smiles widely, admiring how elegant and stunning you look. his eyes are all over you, especially your own face. as much he loved this, he knew it was a vulnerable state to be in and he didn't want you to be uncomfortable. once he sees that you're comfortable, he doesn't stop himself from looking everywhere. he loves the contrast of your skin and the lingerie, highlighting some of his favourite parts about you.
another one who would be proud to be your boyfriend because, in all seriousness, no one else could come close to comparing to your beauty. he stands from the end of the bed and makes his way to you, taking your hands in his as he presses kisses to your cheek. he lifts one hand, spinning you slowly as praises leave his lips. he spins you to face the mirror, standing behind you and pressing a kiss to your shoulder. i feel like he is one to want to make love afterwards, and did I say praise? yeah.
chenle
this man is already smirking when you walk out, although his cheeks are the brightest shade of red. the type who will pretend it doesn't have an effect on him, but it really does. the only thing he doesn't hide is the boner growing in his pants, adjusting himself so you can see it clearly. he's in complete awe, obviously not showing it (but actually is) as your eyes meet his. he looks down at his lap, gesturing to his problem, and you make your way towards him with a smile on your face.
he thinks you don't notice his shaking hands or the red on his cheeks as he pulls you to him but you definitely do, letting out a giggle as you poke his cheeks. he doesn't let you do much more as he pulls you to the bed and hovers over you, getting straight to the point. he wants to see the lingerie from every angle so it's safe to say that the lingerie will be staying on.
jisung
jisung would turn red the minute he sees you in revealing lingerie. he would be giving you glimpses but he wouldn't have the confidence to keep his eyes on you. he laughs nervously and covers his face, looking down at the floor as he feels himself become hard in his shorts. this would make his face even more red, using a pillow to cover himself. you would have to be the one to make the first move, walking over to him and lifting his chin to make eye contact with you. once you give him a nod, jisung slowly scans your body and takes in his view of you.
he would be so nervous to touch you, his hands fidgeting on the pillow in his lap. you reach forward and grab his hands, placing them on your hips. you move the pillow from his lap, blushing a little when you notice how hard he is before sitting in his lap. i feel like jisung would like seeing you in lingerie, so i can see him asking you to wear it more often once he gets more comfortable. not without stuttering though.
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Hello there, βtis I again! Soo happy you enjoyed the boxer!jason request!! I know, i love him too :)))
Today i bring forth another boxer!Jason ask, maybe you introduce him to your friends and they canβt see past the fact he kinda looks like a brute (even tho heβs such a big softie, i truly believe this man reads romeo and Juliet while waiting to get on the ring), and so at the end of the night heβs feeling insecure cause he could see how your friends looked at him and he starts wondering if they are right and you deserve someone whoβs softer and more approachable. And obviously reader shows him just how amazing he is!!
Today i yearn for some good hurt/comfort, if you couldnβt tell lol
Hope you have fun writing this one!! Marvellous works π©·π©·
Everything goes right before the two of you get there. Thats how Jason knows something is gonna go wrong at this hang out. You told him all week that if he felt like not going, you could cancel. But he didn't want it to seem like he was blowing your friends off. So he trudged through.
He trudged through and is sitting side by side with you in a booth. And three of your friends are crowded into the other side of it. They've had a couple of drinks before you came. You weren't really in the mood to play catch up so you stick to your one while Jason goes dry because he's driving.
They have conversations about the recent news, the latest gossip, and then they ask about your life. Particularly your life with Jason. You start gushing about him, as if he isn't there, and tell them about how you met and how he treats you.
"This guy? This six foot tall, three hundred pounded brick wall?" one of them asks.
You scoff, "How he looks has nothing to do with how he treats me."
"Yeah, but doesn't he-don't you box?" another one of them asks him.
Jason clears his throat and sits up straight. But you notice it. You notice how he is trying to make himself smaller. He did it at the very beginning of your relationship, to make you less scared. You talked to him about it when the two of you got closer, and you haven't seen him do it since. Until now.
"I'm a boxer, yes. But I don't bring any of that home with me." Jason answers.
"Isn't it hard though? When you're angry? I mean who's to say you won't-" the third friend starts.
Hell. This has to stop.
"Enough." you speak.
They all look at you, at a loss for words. While it's true the four of you grew up looking like people who were afraid to tell others no, and looked like doormats, you were far from that person. Those days are over.
"I'm not gonna let you speak to him like that. He has been nothing but kind and open with me, and not that it's any of your business, but he has never laid his hands on me, or raised his voice." you say.
Then you're getting up from the booth, holding your hand out for Jason. He looks between you and your friends and then he's getting up from his seat. He takes your hand in his.
"He's my boyfriend. I want him in my life and I wanna be a part of his. So either you get that or you get lost." You put finally.
You turn around and walk right out the door with Jason. Jason who hasn't said a word yet. Jason who is holding onto your hand in a way that tells you he's not completely paying attention.
When the two of you cross the threshold of the doors, you squeeze his hand.
"Baby?" you ask him.
Jason looks at you then. Like everything is coming back into focus for him. He has a sad smile on his face.
"I'm sorry." He says.
"Don't ever be sorry for being you. If my so called 'friends' couldn't see past what you look like and what you do for a living then they don't need to be my friends." you explain to him.
Jason shakes his head, "You've known them longer than me. It's not fair that-"
"Jason Todd, I am not willing to give you up. For anyone. Ever. You got that?"
Jason lets out a small sigh. "Okay."
You let go of his hand to hold out your arms. He pouts a bit before stepping closer to you and wrapping his arms around you completely. You nuzzle into him more.
"I'll spend the rest of my life proving it to you. I hope you know that." you add on.
"Yeah?" he asks.
"I swear it." you answer.
a/n: thank you so so much for sending this in! <333 I love some good hurt/comfort too!! I hope you like it!!
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