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⠀⠀⠀⠀───◌┈┈─── ♡ 𝇄 𝇃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐎𝐖 ┋ 𝐅𝐓. 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

⎯⎯ ( 𝙋𝘼𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎 ) : Doctor!Kento x Pregnant!Reader

⎯⎯ ( 𝙎𝙔𝙉𝙊𝙋𝙎𝙄𝙎 ) : Kento's favorite patient came to his office and he always looks forward to her visits, but she seems particularly down. Luckily Kento has the medicine just for her.

⎯⎯ ( 𝘾.𝙒. ) : Use of nicknames (love, angel mainly), reader has bad anxiety and hormones over all, public sex (in a patient room), Kento has been a little neglectful towards reader, angst to sex, heaaavyyy oral I mean Kento is literally obsessed, position switching (face sitting), reader has stretch marks n obviously black coded as well as thick coded, watersports (squirting), Kento is obsessed with reader, literally a filthy man

⎯⎯ ( 𝙒.𝘾. ) : 5,243

⎯⎯ ( 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀𝙎 ) : This took TOO damn long n its not even properly proofread I am so srry . College is fr a bitch but I hope that this piece gets as much love as Aisle 7 <3

Will he be annoyed to see me?

The very first thought that ran through your head as you sat in your car that was parked outside the large, and seemingly never ending, white hospital. Why you were there was because your dear husband worked inside that very hospital, and due to your mood swings, you wanted to see him. In fact you felt a tingle in your chest at the idea of being able to visit him during work, but the lingering idea that he'd be annoyed with your presence sat foremost in your head.

Your hands gripped onto the steering wheel, contemplating whether or not to go back home. You did make it this far though, and it'd be a waste to turn back, plus you were already there. So you got out before regret started to take its toll on you, locking the doors to your cute little Infiniti Q60. You made your way to the wide automatic glass doors that opened to the front desk, two familiar faces sitting behind them.

”Evening, Mrs. Nanami. I'm assuming you're here for Kento,” spoke one of them. You approached the pristine desk, setting your purse atop. The woman had decently long brown hair, and noticeable bags under her eyes. In a friendly manner you smiled at how she spoke to you, feeling a little more at ease about your visit.

”Of course. Why else would I be here with this stomach of mine?” You referred to your baby bump that only seemed to grow bigger by the day. If you weren't so determined to see your husband then you definitely would've stayed home. Either way you were already at the hospital, so there was no turning back.

”I was just about to head up, so I'll walk you.”

”Thank you Shoko.” The woman moved from behind the desk and towards another set of double doors, waiting for you as you waddled your way over towards her. With your purse in tow you two traverse through the hallways painted in crisp white, doors leading to a multitude of operating rooms and technology you can never wrap your head around. Shoko guides you towards the elevators but it seemed to be taking a bit so you decided to make light conversation.

”Has he been stressing himself again?”

”You know how he is,” she starts with a heavy sigh. Here we go. ”Once he starts something he just has to finish it. Paperwork, diagnostics, pretty much anything that keeps 'im busy.”

Yup. That had Kento Nanami written all over it, certainly something your husband would do. He was a workaholic at heart, a trait he's never been able to get rid of since his high school days. In all the years you've known him he's been like that, even after the birth of your first daughter, in fact all that did was make him want to become a better doctor. ”Actually, 'm glad you came here, maybe you'll distract him before he starts downing coffee.”

You shared a laugh with the woman before responding to her. ”Don't know how much of a distraction I'll be. He hasn't.. well– actually, nevermind.”

”By all means, continue.” Now the brown haired female was looking at you. You chewed your lip as the words seem to bubble in your throat, but you're quick to swallow them.

”It's nothing, I'm fine.”

Shoko didn't want to press further so she just shrugged and you silently prayed a thank you because the conversation would've become awkward with the way you'd pour your heart out to the woman. Luckily the elevator finally came by then, so you stepped inside as she followed behind. Instinctively you pressed the fourth floor, the very floor where Kento's office was situated. It felt like muscle memory, being in the hospital and navigating it. Hell, you could walk around the whole facility by yourself and know exactly where you're going.

The quick elevator trip was quiet and the walk down the bright hallways was done in the same fashion, save for a few doctors that threw basic greetings your way. You knew a good amount of the staff thanks to your frequent visits, however usually you'd be here under a more positive premise.

Shoko guides you towards one of the many patient rooms, opening the door and moving to the side so you can enter the room. ”I'll let Nanami know you're here. Can't say it won't take a while though, so get comfortable.”

”I assumed as much. Thank you.”

The door closes and now you're alone. The room itself is nice, a counter on one end with cabinets above, and the other with a bed covered in a thin white sheet. The wall in front of you was covered in large windows, so it felt bigger than what it was on the inside, but in that same breath it felt as lonely as your household. You move towards the bed and sit yourself on it, placing your purse down and allowing yourself to get comfortable while being mindful of the prominent bump on your tummy. C'mon, move with mommy.

You somehow manage to get yourself comfortable, heels kicked off and forgotten on the linoleum floor so your feet can rest on the mattress. A huff of relief leaves your lips once your back is rested upon the slanted part of the hospital bed, allowing you to fully be situated so you can wait for your husband. Though nothing could've prepared you for how long it was going to take. Sure, you know Kento is always busy during these hours and you respected that, but a slither of you hoped he'd try to quicken things knowing you were there.

It took a good two hours of waiting until you heard a knock on the door. You had no idea when you fell asleep, but you started waking up again to give the person a response. ”Come in,” you project.

The door opens, revealing a tall man in a crisp white button up and black dress pants, blonde tufts partially framing his face. Your husband, Kento Nanami. You begin to move in order to sit up some more and give your husband a proper greeting, but before you know it he's quickly rushing to the bed and helping you lay back down comfortably.

”You should've told me you were coming to visit.” It's all he says, but it makes you happy to hear the worried tone in his voice nonetheless.

”If I did y'would've told me to stay home instead.” Kento had a look of hesitancy, and even bashfulness in his face since what you said was extremely true. Ever since you started to significantly show he advised you to take it easy and drive less since you have a history of getting stressed behind the wheel.

”Would you have stayed home if I told you to?”

”Hell no.”

Kento heaved a sigh as his eyes trailed down to your ever so swollen tummy. The way it protruded out with his child in there all over again, it's no wonder he wanted another so soon. You couldn't exactly say no to him either when you both promised to have at least two kids together, and now that you were on your second pregnancy, the excitement should at least be there. So why was the excitement not there in the first place?

”Shoko already told me you were two seconds from doing overtime again. What time was you expecting to be home?”

There was an obvious pause coming from your husband, awkwardness quickly taking over in the silence that filled the empty room. Your point was proven by the way Kento opted to simply not say a damn word, your stress levels already elevating since this topic was long overdue and you were tired of dancing around it for so long. Every time you tried to confront him about it, the conversation would be dismissed under the excuse of exhaustion and it’s over. But the whole reason why you came to see him in the first place was to convince the man to actually come home at a decent time.

It was then he finally decided to speak up. ”I was trying to get it done as soon as possible before y’started stressin’ yourself out, Love.” While he spoke he kept your gaze with his own, his hands being gentle in the way they rested on your stomach. His watch had brushed up against you occasionally as he began in a circular motion to ease your heightened emotions, and even though it worked temporarily you still didn’t entirely calm down. Just as you opened your mouth to say something, Kento was already speaking. ”Was getting up here a challenge? You know you shouldn’t be moving too much. What about your hormones–”

”Ken, I’m pregnant, not handicapped,” you sternly reminded him, taking the chance to also remove his hands from your body. In turn you grabbed his wrists, leaving him standing there with an expression that shifted to an obvious stupor. He knew he was to blame for the reason why you took the journey to see him during his grueling hours of work, and as much as you appreciated his care there wasn’t an ounce of you that wanted to hear it. It was then that you wanted him to understand why you felt the way you did, and to be quite frank if he wasn’t going to listen then the conversation would be entirely different. You know he loves you, and vice versa, but there’s an elephant in the room that needs to be addressed. ”I know how much you love your work baby, n’ I know you’re worried, but half the time it don’t feel like it. We don’t spend as much time together n’—”

Knock knock knock.

You don't even finish before Kento is moving towards the door to answer the person on the other side. You're left sitting on the bed with your legs dangling, mouth parted since you were mid-sentence. Can I not get my husband to myself no more? In your slowly building aggravation, you made out the voice on the other side to be a woman's, but with Kento's broad back you can't exactly see the other person, you just know you wanted them gone so you can finally tell him exactly how you felt. It's been what felt like months of you feeling like this, the shadow of loneliness finding its way to creep up on you in your home. Even with your little girl who can be a handful, there's an emptiness to your household.

”Sorry [ Name ],” Kento started as he approached you, placing his hands on either side of your body so that you're practically caged in his arms. ”You have my undivided attention. What's plaguing my wife?” It was now or never. But your confidence in telling him decreased at his words. The way he claims you as his wife and how close he was to your body. It reminded you of an intimacy that's been long forgotten.

”Ken, I know your work is important to you, but it feel like that's all you care about.”

You put your words in a blunt manner so the main cause of your stress and why you came to see him, but you didn't prepare for the way his face would show every bit of stunned on it. It didn't stop you, in fact it urged you on to continue. ”You could be home, but it doesn't feel like you're actually there, y'know? You work long ass hours then come home, say a few words 'nd go to bed. 'S been like this for the past few months.”

It felt satisfactory to get everything off your chest, you even heaved a little sigh due to your shortness of breath. You're too scared to look at your husband though, scared that what you'll face is something much harsher compared to the loving doctor you married. Did I sound ungrateful? Did I even make sense? You question your decision as the silence dragged on. Did I say something wrong?

”[Name], love, ” you hear his voice call out. Ever so smooth and gentle, that gravelly undertone making you want to look at him. But before you can do it yourself, his hand is reaching towards your face, cupping your cheek in a manner to get your attention. He tilts your head in his direction, and it only then makes you realize that Kento's face is so damn close to yours. You swear he can hear your heartbeat with how loud it sounds in your ears.

”Been doing this to my sweet wife for the past few months? Leaving her all alone 'n bothered, sweet thing I don't deserve you.” That name. He knew it was your favorite to hear.

Your eyes start watering subconsciously, you don't even realize it until Kento's finger is wiping away the tear that slides down your cheek, grazing upon your jutted out bottom lip that pouts at him. ”Y'missed me and I couldn't even tell. 'M so sorry baby. Don't cry, you know I love you.”

Fuck. You didn't want to cry, not like this. Your damn hormones were screwing you over, but to hear such three simple words that you've said all throughout your marriage had more tears coming down your face. Embarrassed, you look down again, but your husband doesn't allow it for long, tilting your head back up while his thumb rests on your lip.

”Can't leave my angel crying 'cause of me, tell me how you want to fix it.”

”Ken—” You're whining. You weren't supposed to whine, but you did. Not only did you mentally miss him, but you missed him physically too. You feel the fabric of his dress pants in between your thick thighs, keeping them apart even though you so badly wanted to close them tight.

”Tell me how you wanna fix it [Name]. I'll do whatever you want, I can't stand seeing my angel cry 'cause of me.”

His tone sounded so sweet again, even a little lower than before, but it still carried the same way through the air. You missed this part of him, all of him. You missed the long nights you'd spend of just loving on each other, pure and raw, drowned in one another. The way he'd take his time with you, waiting for your reaction to continue, you need that intimacy you had before, and you needed it bad.

”Kento.. all I want is your attention, your love. I just want you.”

”There's my girl. No more cryin' okay?”

You nodded to his sweet words like an obedient puppy, becoming subservient to the way you felt like you had his attention finally. Tears kept coming down your face still, but Kento was there to kiss them all away, just like he's gonna kiss any other pains and aches away from your body. It's his job after all, to fix any ailments and illnesses, especially for his wife.

You just need a little bit more love, that's all.

The blonde's kisses trail from your tear-stained cheeks to your pouty lips that he catches with his own. Immediately you whine at how much you missed having his mouth on yours, feeling yourself become like puddy when he begins guiding you to lay down on the hospital bed. It's then you're reminded where you are, and your kiss that lasted too long and too short ended.

”What– what if somebody comes in?”

You sounded exasperated even from such a short kiss when you and your husband have definitely done worse. You look so cute worrying and out of breath, he thinks to himself, but he can't get lost in the ocean of thoughts he has about you otherwise he'd be there staring at your pretty face for hours.

”Nobody is coming in any time soon, angel. I promise.” Even with his reassuring tone you still had your anxiety that you'd be caught being intimate in a public place, and as much as the risk had you rubbing your thighs together all over again, you also wanted to save yourself the embarrassment. ”How're you so sure?”

”I have the rest of the day off, [Name]. 'M all yours right now, jus' like you wanted me. I can't let my wife go untreated, can I?”

As much as you wanted to retort back with something, you responded with a small "no," and kept your silence. You finally have him to yourself. The idea of that alone leads to you initiating a fiery kiss, hands decorated with nails that are blue in color cupping your lover's face since now he was hovering above you. One knee was on your side supporting him on the bed, the other foot planted on the shiny floor as he kissed you with every bit of fiber in his body. God I missed you.

Your hands start sliding all over him, wanting to pry off that stupid button up the more his own large hands slide down your body towards your waist and tummy, one beginning to run circles around your womb area and it ignites all sorts of butterflies inside you. The way he can be so gentle and loving to your body always left you wanting more from him, and right now your mind was screaming at you to take this opportunity to love on your husband. Kento's hands continue moving south until they reach the hem of your decently long dress, pulling it up above your baby bump to reveal your cotton panties to him. So cute. The simple pair made you look all innocent even though he knew you were the opposite.

”Ken.. don't jus' stare.”

Your sweet sounding voice full of need urged him on, and along with your voice and body language he could tell you needed this badly. Don't worry, I got you baby. Prying a finger between the fabric and the side of your thigh where your stretch marks began forming, Kento tugged your panties off slowly, as if he was granting himself the blessing of revealing your semi-naked body to his eyes. He looked so sexy like this. Blonde tuffs framing his face messily, olive eyes staring at your now bare pussy. Just being under his gaze felt hot.

He tapped the side of your thigh to get your attention, noticing how you were drifting off. ”Spread your legs angel, keep 'em open nice 'n wide okay?”

Meekly you nod at his command, doing just as he said because you swear you can feel his breath fanning on your lower lips. All it does is make you want to feel more of that warmth tenfold and you'll lose yourself in raw need without it. Even though you so sweetly asked him not to stare, he can’t help it, the way you were literally oozing as soon as a long finger of his spread your cute lips open. Why couldn’t he go any faster? It’s like he was teasing you on purpose, but if only you understood why he was being so slow with you. His stressed out wife took the journey to see him at work, he has to treat her well or he deems himself unworthy of your care. After all, you’re carrying his child all over again.

Your lips had parted to voice your needs, but before you knew it you felt something hot and wet lick from your opening to your clit ever so agonizingly slow, lips closing on your protruding clit leaving such a long and satisfied sigh to leave your mouth. Your hand slowly made its way to his hair, only messing it up further as your fingers intertwined with his blonde strands. Kento can feel the way your body slowly starts to ease up and unravel with every slow, loving kiss he leaves on your little love button.

His sucking began to become more tenacious and eager, his eyes no longer locked with your pussy but now trailed up your half-exposed body to your lidded eyes that struggled to stay open. He couldn't blame you, after all you expressed how badly you missed him and what kind of husband would Kento Nanami be if he wasn't at his wife's beck and call?

”Baby..,” you moaned in such a darling-like manner. He knew he'd fall victim to whatever request you asked of him. ”More please…, I missed this.”

You're gonna be the death of him, he knows it, and yet he still complies and moves his tongue further down. Keeping a strong, sexy gaze locked on your eyes that peaked above your swollen stomach as he does so. You wanted to break eye contact as you felt your face heating up, as if he were a predator looking at his prey, but you felt his tongue probe at your entrance before entering you in full.

Your breath quicked feeling like the needs you repressed for so long were finally being met the more Kento’s tongue practically explored your insides with fervor. His hands maneuvered to your knees, only to spread them apart further as if he were granting himself more access to your hole. For a second his mouth pulled away, only to return to your clit that looked as if it were calling out to him. ”Y’know I missed you too right? I missed my pretty angel and I missed her pussy.”

”You’re so filthy”, you breathlessly commented, but it still filled you with emotions you haven’t felt in so long, and you were slowly becoming addicted to your husband all over again. The way you felt the vibrations from your aching core throughout the entire lower half of your body had your legs quivering like you wanted to close them, but Kento kept them nice and open to indulge in your flavor. He needed to show his wife how much he loved and appreciated her, how much he relished in the fact you were carrying his second child and enduring the pains all over again.

His right hand began making its way up your leg until his index and middle finger slid inside your sopping hole, the intrusion feeling a little awkward but you relaxed since he allowed you to get adjusted on his thick digits. ”Hohh, that feels good,” you absentmindedly mumbled, the small grip you had on his hair increasing once his fingers began pistoning in and out of your hole.

A feeling distant but familiar began building up within your lower abdomen once his fingers curled upwards, your hips slightly raising off the clean white mattress that began to become soaked in your essence. Kento had his eyes fixated on your body, watching every writhe and twitch.

You look so good like this. He wanted to see more, see the way you lose yourself on him again, see the way your lust for him grows after every orgasm. He needed it like the starved man he was. Your lips were babbling nonsense but the blonde simply blocked it out, hearing muffled ”not yet”s in between sugary moans.

You kept tugging on his hair to get the message across that you were about to cum, but your husband was already ahead of you. He knew. He always knew when you were about to give him your sweetest gift, it came with endless nights spent under his hold. Your thighs threatened to close around his head just to prolong the inevitable, squeezing so cutesy around his head as your whines just kept coming. His tongue felt so sticky and hot and good on your clit. Why was he so good at making you feel like this? Because a husband should know his wife and all her needs.

The bind in your core began to become detangled, feeling like a tight pressure was released as your nectar began coating Kento's fingers that continued to piston in and out of you and leak onto his chin. ”Kennnn,” you drag out through your high, grinding your hips on his face to ride out your climax. Feeling your body shudder less, his fingers finally pulled out your hole, leaving it fluttering so he couldn't help but coo at the sight. ”Get up f'me angel.”

Mindlessly you're doing as you're told, on trembling legs of course. It's been so long since you felt that good of a climax and the only thing on your mind was reaching it again. You watch your husband climb onto the bed in a lying position, making a "come here" motion with his index and middle finger so again you listen. You climbed on top of him until your naked sex is sitting on his clothed lower abdomen, juices staining the dressy material but that was the last thing on both of your minds.

”You know how this goes. Sit on my face.” As if it should've been obvious. You scoffed at the little smirk on his face, the one he usually gets when he knows full and damn well you get shy at the idea of making a throne out his face. Either way you listen because you've been deprived of this, and he knows that. Kento Nanami had always been a man of little words, so he let his actions convey how he really felt. This was his way of helping you release that pent up stress.

You scooch yourself up until you're just barely hovering above his collarbone, but Kento can't have that. You wanted him right? So why couldn't you let him please you like this? The very question had the blonde making his signature stoic face, that is until his hands reach to your thighs, trailing up the smooth skin he's traced without fail until he memorized your beautiful curves. His hands land on your ass, giving the flesh a tight squeeze before he's pulling your cunt on his lips once more. He could taste his own saliva on you, but in the mix of that is your sweetness as well.

Immediately you threw your head back once his tongue entered you, your hands scrambling to grab the railings on the side of the hospital bed. You were being so loud and your husband couldn't get enough of it. Kento knows he's filthy, in fact he's well aware, but it's worth it when you get like this over his obscene ways. Wet muscle leaving its imprint on your gummy insides, hands kneading at your thick flesh. This might just become his favorite thing to do.

Your pussy was still sensitive from your first orgasm, so the burning hot sensation in between your legs was practically screaming at you. Kento's tongue helped none at all and it was quickly becoming too much for you to handle, overwhelming your poor little brain past the point of stupid since you can't even remember the last time you felt pleasure this good in a while. Your knuckles turned a few shades lighter gripping on the sides, your teeth practically chewing your bottom lip as you tried to stay quiet but it felt so hard. Impossible even. Poor thing.

Tears flooded your eyes once his movements started getting more demanding, aggressive even. It was as if he was starved of a proper meal for weeks, consuming every bit of you. The droplets rolled down your cheeks right past your pouting lips. Kento had his eyes glued to your face, and upon seeing your tears his mouth finally pulled away from your sopping cunt.

”I thought I said no more cryin'?” His voice felt like a taunt almost, all sorts of rasp coming behind it. It only made you wanna fuck him more.

”Feels too good..!,” you respond as coherently as possible even though a finger of his was toying with your engorged clit again. He could never get enough of the way you lost yourself on top of him. It only made him wanna feed into your needs more if you were like this just because of his tongue.

Your mouth hung open looking down at him, watching the way he shamelessly kept eye contact with you while eating your cunt as if it were a full course meal, making out with your pussy in such a lewd and wet way it could've been porn worthy. The noises you made urged him on though, wanting to make you louder so nobody could bother him or interrupt your time. Kento refused to let this moment pass up where he has you to himself, soaking wet in between your thighs and singing a chorus of moans.

Fat tears kept rolling down your cheeks, feeling pushed past the brink of overstimulation since the fiery sensation in your stomach was too much. You couldn't even concentrate on the hand moving down to your dripping hole and pushing three fingers inside you. It made your thighs involuntarily close around his head in an attempt to get adjusted, but the doctor didn't give you no time at all.

”This the only time I wanna see you cryin' f'me, okay darling?”

All you can do is nod helplessly, hips instinctively rolling against whatever's giving you the most pleasure, that being his face. Fuck he loved the way you used him to get off like he was nothing but your little sex doll. If this was the only way you'd give him attention he'd be satisfied, you were sometimes too good to be true. Soft sounds filling his ears, the wet squelches of his fingers moving in and out of your hole. You were truly beautiful like this.

”Ken..— Ken! 'M about to cum again, fuck.” You're helpless like this, rendered a babbling angel. His eagerness showed once you finished getting out whatever you were gonna say, a hum that vibrated through your lower being telling you enough that your husband was gonna help you reach another climax. I got you baby.

The fingers inside you curled just a little bit, and it was the sweet pressure you needed to send you over the edge and more. A long drawn out whine left your throat as your gates flooded open. Beads of cum stained Kento's face and clear liquid getting damn near everywhere. He made sure to have his mouth practically latched onto you since he just couldn't let whatever you gave him go to waste. He has to appreciate every last bit of you.

Rendered breathless, you use your hand to push on his forehead to get him to stop, chest heaving as you peek from your belly to get a better look at him. His blonde hair was all sprawled out against the once clean white sheets, eyes blown with every drop of lust imaginable. Seeing him like this reminded you just how sexy he can be. Beneath you, a man with no sense of control around you, all he can do is stare at your face looking like a deer mesmerized by headlights.

You're giggling at the sight as you lift yourself up, him helping you by guiding your hips until you're sitting on his lap, again staining whatever clothes were right there. Catching your breath, the two of you are left to stare at each other in reflection of what you two had done, but all Kento was thinking about in that head of is that you two really need to go home.

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thatdeadaquarius · 9 months

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Okay so-- i was reading some sagau posts and came across this one where the reader was an army vet and my brain just Did Its Thing--

So now I'm here to inflict this on to you--

Would guns be considered as catalysts. And would they only do Phys Damage.

Me reading this ask:

😶 😐 🤨 🧐 🧐 😰 🥲 😭😭😭 💀

STOP YOU'VE INFLICTED ME WITH PSYCHOLOGICAL DMG FROM THIS ASK 😭

(Also srry took so long to respond, when i didnt realize how short this was/was just sitting over here 😓)

^ For the sake of gun imagery being a lot/maybe staff might hate me for it,

we'll put this gay shit instead (i almost mispelled to "gay shot" lmao)

☆

Sun: Army Veteran Reader, Gender neutral Reader (you/they/them)

Orbit: SHORT Headcanons

Stars: everybody bc i think itd be funny

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: gun stuff, mild violence, mild cursing & Trigger Warnings: Gun fun everywhere

THIS ASK HAS ME GIGGLING TO MYSELF LIKE A MANIAC

You're out here having a whole gun they let you take for off-base

And u ofc have a license so u can conceal carry

(idk how non-american gun laws work, but tbh ours are so fucked idk how they work here either, just that an army guy i knew once could have his gun when he got back home)

And ofc ur just paranoid enough (more like it just makes u feel safe)

That when u get yoinked into a portal to a silly little brightly colored gacha game fantasy world, the gun comes with 💀

Id like to add in my silly little "ur in a video game, so video game rules" AU version of genshin so:

The only other gun (ish) wielder (Mika) has unlimited bolts

Sooo I'd think your gun would be the same jfc lol

NO BC YOUD SCARE THE ACTUAL SHIT OUT OF EVERYONE IN UR VICINITY IN A BATTLE

BC GUNSHOTS ARE A DIFFERENT TYPE OF LOUD

When u first stumble into abyss monsters/hostile creatures of the realm, u nearly scare off a Lawlachurl bc every shot's like thunder to these bitches😭

So not only the monsters but the vision holders think u fucking summoned lightning

OMG THE BULLETS ARE SO FAST THEYD PROBABLY NOT SEE IT

ESP BC DISTRACTED BY GUNSHOT LOUDNESS

SO U AIM THIS LITTLE BLACK CROSSBOW (???) AND THINGS JUST DIE (OR GET RIDDLED WITH HOLES) WITH NO CLEAR ARROW STICKING OUT

STOPP- you're becoming a witchy god or smth to all of Teyvat bc it just looks like hella high level magic atp to them LMAOOO

Rumors of you get out of hand and say u just point or snap ur fingers and things get wounded/just die on the spot 💀

Oh another difference between Teyvatians seeing ur gun vs. crossbow (what they know)

Is that guns are wayyyy more destructive

Like an arrow would get shot but it'd bounce off of things like rock or wood or metal, maybe dent a little depending on how close

But a bullet goes thru that shit so easy, and leaves a whole little explosion behind, once again depending on range

(I once saw a Mythbusters episode? of them proving bullets would definitely go thru car doors, like movies lied to u, this is why drive-bys acc work like for gangs)

Lmao, the image of you in like full armor with a Teyvat made automatic gun after showing it to blacksmiths

Makes u just more convincing as a god, esp bc military training

(Ppl like Gorou and Kokomi begging for military tactics/training ur world has done)

...

....Ok.

I'll address it.

But only so u dont think im stupid later.

Yes, the Fatui have guns.

No, this not the same as having a glock LMAO

End of story.

(Also, urs runs on bullets, whereas the Fatui rely on magic/delusions to power theirs, plus they dont seem as fast or destructive as urs, more "explosions aimed at you" than real bullets)

Which,,, u leave the managing of ppl copying ur gun to ppl like the Qixing or smth, but make sure to give them advice on good gun laws if teyvat accidentally revolutionizes bc of ur advanced gun that anybody can wield (non-vision users)

Thats the best ive got abt that

Oh, also enjoy being praised as a War god now.

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... dammit i had smth i was gonna tell u guys-

Uh what tf was it, it was important

Next post is the Eldritch God Oneshot! Look out for it :) !!

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kitty-kitty-boomba · 29 days

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Hi Honey! Welcome home!

omogomgomgomgomg-

AMAB! Sevika x Reader- BUT IN REVERSE

JUST HEAR ME OUT-

Also- this shit is long as hell. Like, I'm actually so sorry. P.S- I ran out of steam after I explain the situation, so respectfully? Writing is a tinie bit trash- But just a little! Also, no rlly proof-read sorryyyy

18+! MDNI

Please enjoy and let me know your thoughts!

Sevika and you have been married for four years now- and today would be your anniversary. You were actually celebrating being together for 10 yrs, your argument being that knowing each other as friends still counts. Sevika didn't care so as long as she had you, so she was all gun-ho for whatever you wanted as long as she got her "alone" time with you. Point is, you been planning for this day a lot. Like- for two weeks straight- a lot. Honestly, planning has never been this hard for you. Which is funny, because planning a wedding and the fattest after-party is no joke. For other people, what you were doing is arguably too much. But there is no such thing when it comes to your lil' mamma [i'm srry].

To break it down, you were going to spoil her like she spoils you. And thanks to her Ovulation days starting right in the first two days before the anniversary- you weren't going to have an issue fucking her stupid and taking charge for the night. That was your ultimate goal out of everything- but nobody knew that but you. [lies- Sevika knows. we'll get back to that.]

1st: You would start with Breakfast in bed and kisses. Give a massage if she likes. Really just seduce her, and mayybe give her a baby edible so she's near putty because otherwise, she'd spoil it for herself. After she got her mandatory cuddle session, you'd tell her you have to give your mom something. You'd send her off to hang with the kids a bit before stealing her- promising you wouldn't pass 5 o'clock because duh.

2nd: Literally everything else.

Thankfully, the two weeks was just you trying to see what Sevika wanted as a meal and not you picking out a theme to decorate with. Decoration was easy: Dim lighting via the fancy light switches you had Sevika install years ago, fake rose petals, real roses for the vases, regular candles for the dinning table, and a few vanilla scented candles for the bedroom. [your like for vanilla rubbed off on her. you didn't want kill more roses. you love roses, you like flowers in ur in vases and said vases are empty. you will be too busy fucking, you aren't burning the house down with candles]

Sevika- like the little shit she is- tried her damnedest to distract you from your spoiling mission, because of course she is. She acted all seductive and fucked you anywhere-anytime so you'd forget about whatever you had planned. The only way you got your answer was letting her fuck you until she collapsed. She could barley think straight, and while you weren't any better, you mumbled the ask just for her to say the dish you both have been eyeing for a while. You figured she'd want that, but you still wanted to make sure.

Secretly- at least that's what you thought, we'll get 2 that too- You shopped all the ingredients for it two days before. [You hid it in the Last Drop's fridge for a day before taking it back home. Vander, Silco, and Ran were Angels- Helping you by getting the kids to not mention the weird selection of groceries and keeping Sevika from opening it herself]

You also planned to get the homemade chocolate from her grandma's, Amelia: Yours and Sevika's favorite sweets of all time.

The last thing was dress up, which again, also wasn't hard. Sevika always dressed nice because she knows how much the little things mean to you. It was you who was freaking out on what to wear. You took to your mom, asking to get dressed at her house because you were worried Sevika would find the clothes. You wouldn't be wearing them long, but this was a semi-surprise so you were doing the grand reveal bit. You were torn between a dress like usual, or spicing things up and surprising your wife by matching her style a bit and wearing a suit. Ultimately- your mom silenced your worries by saying that Sevika would love to see you with a tailored suit on. She got you one as her anniversary gift. You just about cried.

3rd: Execute said planned and get fucked. That's it. Your not sure way you wrote that in the list- that's something that's literally impossible to not do with Sevika as your wife... But who cares?

During the planning, you were buttering Sevika up. From high-end Whiskey and Scotch, to flowers and chocolate, you were laying it on thick. You know it takes Sevika a minute to warm up to pampering- even if the minute was just her trying to distract you- so you happily continued and waited until she gave you nothing but a whine when you dissolved her into putty.

On the night before though- you had a mini-break down.

You did a facetime call with Amelia and your mom, out on your balcony trying to stop tearing up and keep your voice down as you voiced how nervous you were. Would the food come out good? Would it even come out at all? Would you burn it- or maybe do something else to mess it up? Could you even decorate and get dressed in time? Did you have to do hair, make up, and clothes before hand to cut down time? What if you sweat it all of or smell like steak! What if-!

They silence you quickly. They're helping you with the little things, so why not a bit more? They don't have nothing important for that day besides sending little gifts with you. So, you all agree to take a job. The food is meant to be cooked closer to when Sevika expected to be home, but if you got nervous, you could cook and Amelia would bud if you needed her and put everything in the oven to keep them fresh until they had to leave. Your mom would help decorate if necessary, and your hair will be the first thing done and pinned up in pin-curls so it would beautiful after you get dressed. Easy peasy- and if not- they'll make it happen for their favorite girl.

That helped more than you could ever say, and you slept real nice that night thanking the powers that the sleep aids you gave Sevika kept her sleepy so she wouldn't spoil anything. Little did you know, they weren't working for you.

Sevika had both them, Vander, Silco, and Ran recruited to keep you thinking you were being slick. She tricked you and picked the dish you wanted almost since the month started because she wanted you to enjoy the meal too- plus, that steak looked freaking amazing in the cookbook picture. The whole resistance to your pampering was Sevika being her beautiful self. She allows tons of things, but that type of love is hard for her to receive. So on top of watching you, she pampered you her own way by loving on you a lot more and giving you cash to spend. You kept saying you don't need it, but that shy smile and the blush blooming all over you was more than enough to keep it coming.

The smug sex-distraction part was improvised at first, because there was no way she could keep her hands off you for more than two seconds. But after it became clear it was working- Who is she to not take advantage?

So, as you planned- she planned.

She'd let you take it away, whatever decore you wanted, and anything else. She felt a bit bad for going behind your back after you spent time trying to make things perfect, so she transferred money into you account everyday and kept saying it was her "early anniversary gift". She didn't hear the conversation, but they called and told her the morning of that you were very excited, aka their way of saying her poor baby is stressed out. She was ready to tell everyone to spill the beans- but after all you've done, she really wanted to treat you.

And treat you she did.

Come the morning of, she lets do your thing, it was hard not too.

But after you do your whole spiel and send her off- both plans go into motion.

She did her everything shower, oiled up, and scented herself to the gods with that smokey, musky, amber/vanilla date-night scent you adore on her. After, she went to The Last Drop. Ran did Sevika's hair, nails [prosthetic too], and makeup, shit-talking and drinking with their best friend to calm her nerves. They even helped attach the new "skin" Sevika made for her arm, The smooth arm-like copper remined them of the one she made for her wedding day, just a bit less ornate. This is the most she's done since her wedding day, and a part of her felt completely ridiculous because she's long since forgotten how getting extra dressy felt. She doesn't understand what's become of her right now, but she feels to giddy to crush her sparking confidence- these red little almond nails looked too good.

She looked too good. If she says so herself.

Silco kept the kids upstairs with cartoon and an excessive amount of Amelia's chocolates- so it was up to Vander and Ran to keep that fire going and have their friend strut her shit for her special day. The eggs are taking over though, because while they give her a pep-talk that woman is thinking of all the positions to get that baby [lil' shit] that you've both wanted desperately [as of two months now].

A once over and Ran sends her off, telling another crappy joke and telling her not to forget to fluff her hair after she takes the rollers out. Sevika had two cups a liquid audacity that was more than enough to have her strutting the streets with her silk scarf covered head and her painted face. Everyone is looking at her in awe- only looking away when they realize that they're not worthy. If you were here with her, you'd stare at whoever even dared to look at her extremely wrong. She laughs to herself at that, causing some to flinch and scurry back to their little corner.

Because she timed it [and cus Amelia told her so], she went home to cook her gal a meal with an extra dessert planned...

She's shocked when the food comes banger and smells absolutely devine. You would love this, you'd be so proud- that's what she muses with, and her cunt certainly agrees if that clench was anything to go by. When she finishes frosting the cake, your mom calls her, letting her know that your dress and on your way. She laugh too herself for a good 2 mins, the idea of you dress up and fighting the steak hilarious to her. Thanking her for the heads-up, Sevika ends the call -covers the cake- and puts on the lace number, her thigh-highs and garter, and the dress.

Yes. A dress.

And fuck did she look smoking.

She did a once-over and applied more lipstick and perfume, before speeding back to the kitchen to grab the fancy bucket Silco gifted her on her wedding day. The champagne and towel looked professional, and she's three steps away from the table to finish setting it-

Then the door jingles.

She's about cumbusts right there on the damn spot [get it? I'm srry again]. Almost tossing the thing on the table and throwing herself to you- but she rehearsed this- she knows what to do.

Fucking focus Sevika Lanes!

You open the door and drop both the keys and chocolate on the little table by the door. She sauntered over so fucking proud, a nervous flash making your diamond nibble her lips before letting go. A sultry tone nearly silence by your horniess.

"Welcome home doll."

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Your eyes are everywhere. Where can you pick when everything's fucking delicious?

A black get up, there's no color besides a blood red on her lips. A fifties old money heart-throb is what your diamond is. Her hair falling just like that pretty hairstyle you see in the stereotypes, the one with a side part and covering her eye? Yeah. And the short hair was making things extra tempting. You smell her from here, you catch the teardrop pearl earrings and matching necklace you bought her decorating her skin. But that dress. The thing itself is velvet, a deep sweetheart with semi-thin halter strap making those pretty tits even more plush. You make her do a little spin, and it's low cut-out back too, the most sinful thing. The bottom of the dress is a problem. There's a slit, ending right atop her hip, the floor-length skirt making those legs damn delectable in your eyes. Fuck- is she using a garter belt to hold the tights? Oh shit, an actual- fuck- a garter touching your shit. Oh- heels.

You don't know you moved impossibly closer to her until Sevika nervously asks: "Uh- D-doll? Are y-you ok?"

Oh you just about take her on the damn door, but your nose catches something real nice behind her. Fuck- answer her!

"Oh. O-oh honey. Oh yes."

Your voice isn't above a whisper, your too in love to properly voice all the emotions you feel right now. All of them putting joy to shame. You hear her deflate almost, leaning into your open arms with a sigh, sucking in your scent when she realized you wore your signature: A soft floral scent, a bit of fruity coming through the hints of amber. It sound weird to say out loud to anyone- but it's so unequivocally you.

"Oh gods, good. I thought you'd be mad at me after all the work you went through to make things perfect..."

Her voice is shaky, not with tears thankfully, but with relief. She just keeps huffing you, just like she does when she needs to ground herself . You on the other hand? You are doing nothing wholesome, nor are you thinking it. You are acting very un-lady like, groping her ass and sniffing that scent that has you complete drugged. There's no way you could go through with this, not when her boobs touch your face. Not when she smell like this. Not when her hormones beg for your love. Not when-

"Doll- I want you to see something. Keep it in you pants a little longer? For me- MÍ Amor?"

This is when it clicks that's it taking everything in her to shimmy out of your grip. When you register that the thing your smelling is food and not only her arousal- You quickly nod your head and briskly let go like she burned you. It's that or your taking that slutty dress off. Mrs. Rabbit who?

She backs up, fixes herself and re-adjusts her hair, and takes you by the hand.

Oh gods: how beautiful she set this table. It looked fantastic.

You hoped you expressed as much as your mouth hung open in disbelief, then Sevika had the gall to hold her hands together Infront of her, nervous. How could she be nervous? Still, she nibbled on her lip waiting for you to say something.

And how she'd take anything to silence the ache in her chest. Gods, you looked entirely to good in that suit for her to continue with this dinner. Why do you always want to do these nice things? She needs to get railed ri-

"Diamond... This is beautiful. You did all of this?"

She give a little nod, her proud feeling making her all giddy and having her stand taller like she needed to correct her posture. You had a ridiculous smile probably, but you were so fucking amazed and proud of her, you didn't dare school your joy.

"Thihis is amazing love! Look at you being a lil' chef! You telling me you could do this all along?!"

She snorts a laugh, fully relieved that your happy and not disappointed that she ruined your surprised- but with relief comes something darker that's clouding 90% of her vison. You both know it.

Dinner's here- you're just missing the show. To redeem yourself you pull out her chair and have her sit down, pushing her in before running to your seat. Once your settled, you pour the champagne and give her the flute: Then she says, "Bueno Amor, open it. I hope you like it, I think I might have put bit to much pepper..."

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Anddd skiping to a blip of smut, I can't think rn- to much flustered. But know this- she brutal on the other side of the table and teasing you to no end. Horny she is- but she's making sure it ur problem. P.S- Sevika is bra-less, and ur telling me "girl- duh" but you don't get it. there's no pasties either, just pretty tities with nipples poking right through.

===SMUT====

Sevika doesn't know when you ever fucked her this hard. You're practically growling, and animalistic need taking you as you rail her harder each time like your thick 9 inches isn't stretching her to the brink of insanity. Oh- and how incredible that would be. Sevika can't fight it, she lost her ordering rights when she pushed you too far at the table. Even if you let her have a few seconds of control at the beginning. She's left trying to crawl away just for you to pull her back telling the nastiest thing in her ear.

"You think y' so fukin' funny huh? Wearing that skimpy thing, being a good lil' -hah- M-my good housewife 'nd not have may baby? But y' want that no? y'a want a lil' cake in there. Ya?"

And all she could do is sob through a moan, a babble trying to cuss you out as she begs you for more.

She gets that baby that night, but you make sure the next morning.

@archangeldyke-all- Hope you like?😭can't write rn- but hopfully you can do the dinner and the smut better?

Hopfully y'all enjoy too!!

kisssessssss

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ricegobbler · 12 days

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Halloo, this is my first time requesting you so i hope i dont offend you or sumthin. Had to build up some courage to press the inbox. Anyway, can you do a scenario with gn!bot reader x RID Bee where they did a trust fall exercise like in one of the ep. Reader insisted on catching Bee and they did, but when Bee starting to fall backwards, reader got distracted by the sound of Strongarm and Sideswipe fighting. This ended with Bee just full fell on top of reader and they ended up in an awkward position.

The others heard the crash and went to see if everything was alright but ended up seeing their teacher on top of his crush. (Bee and reader haven't confess yet but its painfully obvious the two had a thing for each other) The two quickly got off of each other and brushes off what just happened.

The next day, Bee suffers with his team's teasing. (So srry if this long)

GN!Bot Reader x RID Bee SCENARIO!!

HII!! TYSM FOR REQUESTING, SORRY THIS TOOK AWHILE DUE TO MY BREAK FROM TUMBLR:(

ALSO I’LL BE USING “Y/N” BC I DONT KNOW WHAT ELSE TO USE!!😍😍

(also, don't be sorry. I love the description you gave dw!!:D)

requests: OPEN (im finishing old requests rn so pls be patient!!<33)

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It was a normal day in the scrapyard, grimlock was snoozing under some shade, Fixit was doin whatever, Russel and his dad were out eating some lunch, and strongarm and sideswipe were arguing. Meanwhile, Y/N and Bee were doing some more excercises. “Alright, Y/N” Bee started, “let’s do that trust fall exercise, I’ll be the one to fall and you catch me, ok?” Y/N nodded, smiling at the same time to reassured he could trust them. “Alright! I got this.” Y/N started, getting in the position to catch him.

Bee walked in front of her and turned backwards, his back now facing Y/N’s face. “Alright, ready?” Bee called out, “yup!” Y/N replied.

Three..

Two..

O-

*CRASH!*

Y/N quickly turned their head to look at what had happened, seeing Sideswipe and Strongarm fighting. “YOU CANT DO THAT! RUSSEL’S DAD WILL KILL US!” Yelled strongarm, “SO??” Sideswipe said full of cockiness.

Before anything else Y/N quickly fell back, hitting her head on the ground..

A couple moments later, Y/N slowly opened her eyes and found the bots teacher, Bee, looking down at her from the top in the most awkward position EVER. The two made eye contact for about some time, faces blushing more and more as they kept staring at each other.

Before the two could say anything the team was heard walking towards them. Before Bee or Y/N could get back up the team had already saw what had happened. They all stared at the two on the ground, some smirking and some just having a confused face.

“I….ahem-“ Bee started, slowly standing up and brushing himself off while trying to hide his flushed face. Y/N then did the same, slowly standing up as well. “That was my fault…I wasn’t looking and I couldn’t catch you-“ Y/N started, “I apologize..”

Bee stared at them and sighed, “it’s alright-“ before he could say anything else he realized the team was still watching them. “I..err..nevermind. But it’s alright Y/N.”

**Timeskip**

The next day, the whole team teased Bee when they had the chance. He suffered the whole day, and the next couple of days too..😓

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HOPE THIS WAS GOOD!! I RLLY LIKED THIS REQUEST SO TYYY!!

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dootiexcupcake · 8 months

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I was wondering if you would be willing to write a Taki x Reader but the reader is K’s little sibling. I feel like K would be so protective of both of them 😂

Hiii !! Tysm for the ask I appreciate it 🖤srry for the late response btw!

But omg I absolutely love this concept of Kei’s little sibling crushing on Taki it’s so cute 😭

hope u enjoy 🖤🖤

I see Kei giving the most AUDACIOUS side eye when you start gushing over Taki because as you go on and on and on about how sweet Taki is, how funny he is, and how adorable he is, all K can think about is all the embarrassing and dumb stuff Taki has done.

And that’s only counting the things Taki has done in his presence…

Kei has no idea why his lovely little sibling has massive heart eyes for Taki but no matter how much K tries to get you to broaden your horizons (as he would put it), he can’t get you to shake this crush off.

After some time of you and Taki talking back and forth to one another he asked you to go roller skating with him! After you finished bouncing off the walls about It, you asked Kei to drop you off at the roller rink and to say K was shocked would be an understatement

“So he asked you to go out with him????”

“And you said yes??¡!?”

“And you meant it¿¿??”

Needless to say, it took a LOT of convincing on your end for Kei to let you guys to go out together. BUT on one condition….

Kei has to go with you as a chaperone and stay close by you two the whole time 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾.

“Moms orders, of course <3”

Although it was painfully obvious who’s order that really was, nothing was gonna stop you from going on this date/not date/hangout.

^ yeah, Kei is adamant about this being anything BUT a friendly gathering so there were some rules he put in place:

- no hand holding unless you are about to fall (But it’s only ok if you are gonna fall. Taki is on his own)

- no hugging

- no gazing longingly at one another

- when love songs play you both need to be OUT the rink

The rule list got cut short when K noticed the death stare you gave him so he made the very wise decision for you all to head inside!

Once you guys got in there (and Kei paid for your skates because he’s such a good big bro~) you and Taki could not WAIT to head to the rink and start skating.

Though you somehow forgot the fact that, ahem, you can’t skate. So guess what happens when you mix wheels strapped to your feet + a very clumsy, and let’s be honest, DISTRACTED you?

“Whoops!”

You yelped as you felt yourself slipping and tumbling backwards.

Luckily for you, Taki is quite used to roller skating and he came in just the knick of time to catch you as you fall! You looked up at him and laughed a bit to yourself and also out of bashfulness because, ‘oh my gosh Taki is H oL DING me right now don’t panic don’t panic don-‘.

“You alright?” Taki asks when you finally manage to stand upright, thanks to Taki offering his shoulders as support for your hands. You nod your head and thank him for what he did, but you did not notice the second death glare of the night from Kei…

“What was that!?” He says out loud to himself..like a normal person. K is so upset that you two broke literally ALL of the rules in a single moment, the audacity! He gets ready to roll over there and separate you both but he stops when he hears your cheery laugh and your eyes crest from a happy smile.

Kei loves seeing you like that.

He thinks for a moment and realizes that Taki really makes you happy. And it’s not like Kei doesn’t trust Taki, he’s known the kid for so long, and that might just be why he doesn’t want you with him. Funny enough he views Taki like another younger sibling that he can joke around and bicker with. But when it comes to stuff like this he’s lost and just immediately goes into over protective mode. He knows the both of you are young and he doesn’t want either of you to get hurt.

“But it’s not about me, now is it?” He says to himself (quietly this time) as he stares at you and Taki for a while and sighs. His kids are growin’ up, and he knows that the only way for them to grow and flourish is if they do it on their own. Not with a strong overbearing hand.

Kei turns around and rolls back to his original place behind the side lines and watches on with a small smile. When you guys are done he pull you and Taki in for a tight hug, much to both of your confusion.

But that confusion quickly fades away when K makes an offer neither of you can refuse.

“You guys deserve some lunch, I’m buyin!”

m.list | &team list

#&team #&team reactions #&team k #&team kei #&team taki #&team Taki x reader #&team x reader #&team fluff #&team scenarios #&team imagines #&team x gn!reader #&team x fem!reader #anonymous ask 🥷

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gvfgal · 1 year

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Bound- Chapter Ten

Chapter Nine

STRICTLY 18+

A/n: All I can say is buckle up… This is probably my favorite chapter I’ve written so I hope you guys love it as much as I do.

There are also only about 3 chapters left, so be prepared for a wild ride. BUT, enjoy <3

Content Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral (f rec.), slight fingering & handjobs, mentions on p in v, teasing, super mushy fluff, heavy angst, arguing, overuse of italicizes and ellipses… srry, lots of stuttering and stammering but there’s a lot of emotions so it’s FINE. 😂

Word Count: 5.9k

Poppy Prescott thought she’d never be able to fall in love again after the death of her high school sweetheart, Brock Lansing. It was part of the reason she decided to move to LA, California boys simply weren’t her type, so she figured there would be less temptation. And she was right, for the most part. She managed to fly under the radar for the first few years, chasing her dreams without the distraction of men. Sometimes her life got lonely, but she figured it was a lot better than trying to fill those empty parts of herself with guys whose names she wouldn’t remember the next morning. In a strange way, it worked for her.

Then one day, on a very rare rainy LA night, at some dimly lit bar, she met Jacob Kiszka.

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November 11, 1972

Los Angeles, California

It had been another failed audition for Poppy, the casting directors labeling her ‘too developed’ for the role she was trying out for. Rejection was to be expected, it was a part of the industry, but this one had her feeling a little more dejected than usual, leaving her to chase her sorrows away in one too many martinis.

She plopped down at the bar and ordered her first drink, eyes scanning the room before they landed on the man beside her, arms folded on the counter top and his head resting on them. There was a half finished glass of whiskey in fron of him, and an ashtray with a cigarette still burning inside of it.

“Long day?” she chuckled, not really expecting to get much of an answer.

Jake slowly lifted his head to look at her, his eyes bloodshot as if he’d been crying, but Poppy wasn’t one to judge, she felt the same way in that moment.

His eyes locked in on his drink, and he quickly knocked back the rest of its contents in one gulp.

“Yeah… somethin’ like that.”

She perked up a bit at the sound of his accent. She hadn’t met anyone from the south out in LA yet, and it already had her clinging to this stranger for some familiarity.

“Well,” she sighed as she pulled her wallet from her purse, “how about a shot on me? I’ve had a pretty shitty day too and I guess it’s true when they say misery loves company.”

He was looking at her like she was crazy, either that or he was trying to bring his vision into focus, but either way, the stupefied look on his face had her holding back her laughter.

“I’m Poppy,” she extended her hand for him to shake, he took it with a loose hand of his own.

“Jake.”

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One shot turned to two, and two turned to four, and before either of them could process what was happening, they were back in Jake’s apartment ripping each other’s clothes off.

This was new for Poppy, going home with some handsome stranger in a bar. And she could tell just by the way he carried himself that he was a broken man, but none of that mattered to her.

Jake felt strange yet familiar at the same time, and though he was slightly disconnected the entire time they had sex, she still enjoyed herself. She enjoyed being around him.

They set very clear terms the following morning when they both woke up slightly confused yet completely satisfied.

“Poppy, you seem like a great girl, and I’d love to do… this, again. But I need you to understand that I’m not looking for anything more than… this,” he explained to her as they sat across from each other on his couch, each with a cup of coffee in hand.

Poppy nodded in complete understanding, “me either. This… this is good.”

And it was good, the dynamic served both of them in the ways they needed it to without the complication of a relationship.

But Poppy quickly found that the more time she spent with Jake, the more fond of him she became. They related in ways that neither of them had been able to do with other people in California, and it pushed the limits of their physical relationship, at least on Poppy’s end.

Jake was a great listening ear whenever she needed it, and whenever she had furniture that needed to be assembled or lightbulbs that needed changing, Jake was always the first person she’d call.

And he’d always come through.

And whenever Jake needed it, Poppy was a shoulder to cry on. It took awhile for him to open up, but one night when he showed up to her front door drunk and dazed, he’d spilled everything about his past with you to her.

From then on, he’d talk about you often, and it was present in the way that his eyes lit up whenever your name was mentioned how madly in love he was with you. It showed all over his body, he became a completely different person.

Some nights after they’d finished having sex, Jake passed out from one too many drinks, Poppy would lay there and imagine what it felt like to be loved by Jake.

Really loved by him.

Yes, Poppy liked Jake.

But she never made mention of it, not even once. Yet she knew deep down that if she were to ever fall in love again, it could be with Jacob Kiszka.

The day he left Los Angeles for Montana, she felt like he was taking a piece of her heart with him. But the words he left her with had her feeling more than hopeful.

“If you ever find yourself in Kalispell, give me a visit.”

He kissed her on the top of the head and climbed into his midnight blue truck that she came to love so much.

As she watched his taillights disappear into the distance, it struck her.

When the hell would she be in Kalispell fucking Montana?

For over a year she tossed around the idea of visiting, she really didn't need a reason, did she?

But she also couldn’t show up unannounced… could she?

It took her a total of fourteen months to work up her nerve to make the trip, deciding that she wasn’t going to wait for the opportunity to present itself,

She was going to him.

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It was after three in the afternoon before either you or Jake stirred.

Jake groaned as he turned over on his back, your limp body flopping back down onto him. Your bodies were sticky with sweat, and the sheet that Jake grabbed at some point during the night clung to you as if it were molded there.

You let out an over dramatic sigh as sleep left you, running a hand down Jake’s chest. Goosebumps rose to the surface of his skin, and you smirked at the feeling.

You stopped for a moment to take him in, his pink lips slightly parted as he slept on. It felt surreal being this close to him again, you spent years missing that feeling; waking up in his arms. You wanted to do it over and over again.

Your head lulled as you lifted it from his shoulder, placing kisses down the front of his body, licking away beads of sweat as you trailed lower.

One of his eyes popped open to look down at you, “mornin’ babydoll.”

“Mmmm, good mornin’,” you purred as you nipped at the small pudge of his lower abdomen.

Your hand found his already hard cock, stroking it languidly as you peered up at him through your eyelashes.

His hips jerked forward at your touch before settling back onto the carpet, a soft grunt escaping his lips.

“Baby, you’ve worn me out,” he chuckled as one of his hands began playing in your hair, “I’m drained. You’ve drained me.”

“Aw that’s too bad,” you teased as you began inching your way down his body, leaving small love bites in your wake, “cause I really, really wanted to taste you again.”

His cock twitched in your palm, and you bit your lip at the sight of the precum leaking from his slit.

“Yeah, you missed me?”

You were face to face with his fully hard erection now, your ass hiked up in the air but still shielded by the sheet.

Jake shuddered as you placed a gentle kiss on his tip, “so much.”

You kissed it again, your hand still stroking him, and his head fell back onto the pillow.

“I can make you cum again… then I can make you breakfast,” you gave another peck, “so you can regain some of your strength. How does that sound?”

“Good, only I think it’s way beyond breakfast time baby,” he mumbled with a smirk as his hand found your hair again.

You giggled loudly, “Okay, fine. I’ll make you lunch, and then maybe we can do it all over again?”

A laughed rumbled up from inside him, “you really are trynna kill me, huh?”

Before you could sink your mouth down on his cock completely, there was a knock at the door.

Jake’s eyes popped back open, looking towards the door then down at you.

He hesitated for a moment, he didn't have to answer the door, did he? He could just ignore whoever it was and let you finish what you so willingly started.

But when another knock sounded off at the door, he knew it’d be no use.

“Shit,” he sighed as he tapped you to roll off of him. He climbed to his feet and began searching for any items of his clothing he could find, being left with only his jeans and crumpled button up shirt.

He swung the door open a little impatiently, but upon seeing who stood on the other side, all the fury left his body.

“Poppy?”

She was smiling up at him sweetly, her bleach blonde hair pulled up into an intricate up do. She had on a floral print dress that clung perfectly to her voluptuous body, her large breasts pushed up on full display.

“Hi Jake.”

He glanced back into the house briefly before closing the door a little tighter, “wh-what are you doin’ here?”

His uneasiness wasn’t missed by Poppy, but she chose to ignore it, hoping that it was just nerves.

“Well you said if I ever found myself in Kalispell to pay you a visit. I mean, I didn’t really find myself here, but I figured I didn’t really need a reason to come see ya,” she chuckled nervously, “I missed you.”

Everything changed when the look on his face registered in her mind. She’d seen that look plenty of times before back in LA. It was the look that only appeared when it came to you.

Poppy took a step back, “it’s her, isn’t it?”

He didn't respond, but that damned look gave away his answer.

“Is she here?”

He nodded, and before he could produce any words, he felt your presence behind him, pulling the door open with a smile.

“Hi.”

Poppy’s eyes were wide when she looked at you, and she felt her heart jolt. You were even more beautiful than Jake described you, and you were glowing.

Because of Jake.

“Um,” Jake cleared his throat, “Poppy, this is y/n. Y/n, this is my good friend Poppy from California.”

“It’s real nice to meet you, Poppy,” you grinned and extended your hand, and after a beat, Poppy did the same.

“I’ve heard so much about you. It’s nice to finally meet you,” she spoke sincerely.

Poppy’s hand was soft when you shook it, delicate just like the petal of one. You could tell just from that gesture that you’d like her.

“We were just about to make lunch,” you looked at Jake pointedly, “would you like to join us?”

“Oh, no,” Poppy stammered as she took another step back, “I- I wouldn’t wanna intrude or anything.”

Jake spoke before you could, “you’re never intruding, Poppy, you know that,” he grinned at her warmly.

He pushed the door back further and stepped aside, “come on, join us.”

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It was dusk by the time Jake walked Poppy out, one of his jackets draped over her shoulders as they strolled down the long driveway silently.

None of you could’ve imagined the fun you would have together, talking and laughing like some old friends from childhood.

Poppy watched the way you two interacted the entire time, and she knew that she stood no chance.

She wasn’t upset about it, though, in fact, it was quite the opposite. Seeing the way you and Jake were together led her to believe that some people were just made for each other. Plain and simple. She’d never seen Jake as happy as he was in those several hours, and it confirmed that you were the missing piece in his life.

“You know I get it now, Jake,” Poppy broke the silence as she glanced to look up at him, “why you love her so much. She’s wonderful, better than I would’ve imagined her to be.”

Jake cast his eyes down to the gravel, kicking one of the rocks in his path, guilt pulsing through his body.

“Poppy, look I’m sorry—”

“No,” she grabbed his arm to stop him from walking, making him look directly at her, “no you don’t have to apologize for being in love, Jake. I knew what I signed up for when we started seeing each other. I just thought…” she trailed off, but quickly shook away whatever she was about to say.

“Anyways, it’s fine,” she flung her hand in the air, “I see the way you are when you’re with her. I’ve never seen you so at peace, it really looks good on you.”

Her eyes began to well with tears as she took Jake’s hand in hers, his expression troubled as he stepped closer to her.

“And seeing the two of you gives me hope again. I- I never really thought that falling in love was worth it after Brock died,” she sniffled, wiping at her eyes delicately, “but seeing you two like that, it gives me something to look forward to.”

Jake pulled her into a tight hug, burying his face in the top of her head.

“Thank you for everything, Poppy.”

“No, thank you, Jake.”

They embraced for a moment longer before Poppy pulled away to place a kiss on his cheek.

“Good luck, Jake. And I’m keepin’ this jacket,” she called out as she climbed into her rental car.

“Where are you goin’?”

Poppy shrugged, a broad smile on her face, “I don’t really know, maybe down to one of these bars to pick up a handsome young cowboy.”

Jake chuckled and shook his head, “you be careful out there, Poppy Prescott.”

“Will do… Jacob Kiszka.”

She slammed the door shut and blew him a playful kiss through the window. Jake watched as she drove down his winding driveway and out of sight, and once she was gone, he made his way inside.

You were standing over the sink washing dishes when he entered, your back turned to him as you did so. He stood at the kitchen entrance and admired you, so domestic in a way he hadn’t been able to experience yet, he found himself growing quickly addicted to it.

Finally his feet move towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you on the head in the way he had done to Poppy moments ago, only this one was full of different emotions.

You dropped the pan you were washing and leaned into his embrace, “I like Poppy, she’s a sweet girl.”

Jake sighed, “yeah, she’s great. I think she’s the only reason I didn't completely lose my mind in LA,” he scoffed a bit at that.

A small smile appeared on your face. You didn’t need to know the extent of Jake and Poppy’s relationship, though you had a pretty good idea of what it entailed. But none of that mattered, you’d each found your own ways to cope with the absence of one another, and all that mattered was that you were back now.

You leaned back to graze your lips against his cheek, “well I’m glad you had someone as amazing as her takin’ care of you.”

Jake smirked as he reached to shut the faucet off, returning his hands to your waist.

You knew what he wanted by the way he began leaving wet kisses down the back of your neck, and you moved your hips backwards to meet his growing erection.

“Wanna finish what we started earlier,” you breathed out, continuing to grind your ass against him.

“Hmmm that sure does sound good,” he hummed into your ear, “but I think I have a better idea.”

In one swift movement he spun you around and sat you on the counter behind him, hiking up your skirt and snatching your panties down your legs. You let out a surprised gasp, clutching a hand onto his shoulder tightly to keep your balance.

When he dropped to his knees in front of you, that hand moved to his tangled hair, gripping at the roots as he fanned hot breaths over your pulsing clit.

His eyes found yours briefly, that familiar look of devotion in them before he dived in, his flat tongue lapping at your wet folds.

“Fuck, fuckkk Jake,” you sighed out as you threw your legs over his shoulders.

One of his fingers teased at your hole, dipping in slightly before retreating with your wetness encasing it. The finger reached up blindly in search of your mouth, and you bent at the waist to wrap your tongue around it.

He pulled away from your pussy a panting mess, solely to watch the way you sucked his finger clean.

“I just want you to taste for yourself why I can’t get enough of you.”

Your walls clenched at his words, and as he lowered himself back down, he caught a glimpse of your engagement ring. It twinkled and danced in the light, and while it may have made any other man rethink what he was doing, all it caused Jake to do was hook his arms around your legs, dive back into with new urgency in his movements, and work you to another blissful end.

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The next day came and went. You and Jake got up early to climb to the top of the hill he took you to on your first full day there. At the top, you enjoyed a small breakfast that you and Jake threw together for yourselves.

As you climbed back down, a large gray storm cloud rolled over Kalispell, sending a heavy rainfall that didn’t stop for the rest of the day.

You and Jake rushed back to his house, jumping in the shower and making the slowest, sweetest love you had in a long time. He had you pinned flush against the wall, his hips rocking up into yours at a slow clip, whispering ‘I love you’ over and over again, just so you knew he meant it.

He must’ve said it a hundred times before he finished you both off. After that, neither of you felt like doing much of anything, and you’d once again found your favorite spot on the floor in front of his couch, watching old black and white movies as you drained two bottles of wine. You’d stop in between every movie to get a round in.

By nightfall, the heavy rain had calmed to a soft sprinkle, the temperature dropping along with it, and Jake had a fire burning steadily in the fireplace.

Your naked bodies were tangled together as you completely ignored the movie on the TV, opting for conversation.

“I’m tellin’ you, babydoll, the Eiffel Tower at night, it’s like nothin’ I’ve ever seen before. I have to take you some day.”

You took a sip from your glass and nestled yourself closer to him, “I’d love to see it, I bet it’s marvelous.”

He was smiling at you, and he pressed a kiss to your temple, “the only thing that could make it more marvelous is if you were there. I’ll take you, watch.”

You blushed at the sentiment. He’d spent the last hour telling you about all the places he wanted to take you to make up for lost time. Paris, Rome, Ireland, Brazil, they all sounded like a dream, but also so far out of reach.

He opened his mouth to say something else, but was cut off by the sound of his home phone ringing from the kitchen. It hardly ever rang unless it was one of his brothers or his parents, so he figured it must’ve been one of them.

“Hang on,” he groaned as you lifted off of his shoulder so he could stand, and he quickly put his sweats back and raced to the kitchen to catch the phone.

“Hello?”

It was quiet for a moment as the person on the other line spoke, you took a casual sip from your wine glass.

“Uhhh, yeah… yes ma’am, she’s here…”

Your head whipped around to look at Jake, and he was already staring at you with wide eyes, and your stomach dropped.

“Yes ma’am… sure… one second.”

He carefully sat the phone down on the counter, taking a few steps away from it, “it’s uh… it’s your mom. She wants to talk to you.”

You were petrified as you stared at him.

Please don’t make me, you begged him with only your eyes, but his only response was a warm smile, already aware of how you were feeling, “it’s fine. You’ll be fine. I’ll step outside to give you some privacy.”

At this point, you were about to beg him verbally not to leave, to stay near for moral support, but he was moving towards the back door without another word.

After another moment, you clambered to your feet, wrapping the blanket snug around your body and reluctantly made your way towards the waiting phone.

You took a deep breath before you brought it to your ear, bracing yourself for what was to come.

“Mama?”

“Hi, baby,” your mother’s soft voice responded. She didn’t seem upset, that was a good sign.

“Ho- how did you find me?”

“Well, I called your house today lookin’ for you. August answered and said that you weren’t there, that you were visiting a friend in Montana. He seemed surprised that you hadn’t mentioned it to me, but I told him it must’ve slipped my mind.”

You let out a sigh of relief, but the relief was short lived as you realized you’d made your mother lie on your behalf.

“But I know you all too well, and I also knew that there was only one person that you would have known in Montana. So after we got off the phone, I called Karen, and she gave me Jacob’s phone number.”

There was a lingering silence that left you wanting to shrink into yourself.

“Y/n, baby, what are you doing?” She sighed finally.

A single tear involuntarily slid down your face, but you wiped it away just as quickly as it appeared.

“ I don’t know, mama. I- I don’t know what I’m doing, I don't know what the hell to do I just… I don't know.” Your composure was crumbling quickly, and you threw an exasperated hand on your face, “I love August, God knows I love August. But when it comes to Jake I just,” you sighed, “you know how it is when it comes to Jake. No matter how hard I try I just can’t forget him. It’s like he’s engraved into my entire body.”

You couldn’t produce the words you wanted to, but there was no need. Like your mom said, she knew you all too well.

“I know, I know. But I also know that this isn’t the right way to do it. How do you think August would fe if he knew what you were really up to out there?”

Oddly enough, you had spent the last few days completely avoiding that thought, it was too painful of an image to paint, and you didn’t want it to tarnish the precious time you were spending with Jake.

“And I may be wrong, but I think he’s a little suspicious. Said he’s hardly heard from you since you’ve been gone, and he thought he heard you call him someone else’s name when you did talk.”

If possible, your stomach begins to turn even more. You took a glance at Jake through the tall glass windows, his back turned to you as he strummed his guitar casually.

“Mama, what do I do?” you whispered as you continued staring at Jake.

“Well,” she began, “I’m not gonna tell you who to choose, that ain’t my decision to make. But you do need to make a decision, the right way. And you aren’t gonna be able to do that hiding in Montana with Jacob.”

You knew she was right, but you also knew what it meant, and that was another thought you found yourself trying to avoid.

“Just come home, baby. We’ll sort it all out, just come back, please.”

The tears were falling one after the other now.

“When were you supposed to fly back?”

“Tomorrow,” you mumbled. You entertained the idea of skipping the flight all together, but the fear of what came with it was enough to make you push it to the back of your mind, a third thought to shun.

“Do me a favor, y/n, and get on that plane tomorrow. I know it’s gonna hurt leaving him behind again, but no one is saying it’s final. You just need to do it—”

“The right way,” you cut her off, your tone sorrowful, “I know.”

She let out another sigh, “I love you, it’ll be alright.”

Your mom always had a way of comforting you rather easily, her words like chicken soup for the soul. But this time around, you weren’t so sure if you believed her, or if those words would be enough to comfort you in the storm you were about to face.

You said your goodbyes and hung up the phone, and you made your way back into the living room in a zombified state. Jake wasn’t far behind you, sliding the patio door open cautiously.

The tears that stained your face worried him, but he swallowed down all his uneasiness.

“Everything alright, babydoll?”

It took you several seconds to look at him, and when you did, catching a good look at his concerned eyes, you could've crumbled right to the floor beneath you.

“Jake,” your voice was a lot squeakier than you wanted it to be, but it was near impossible for you to talk around the rock lodged in your throat, “I- I have to go.”

He shut the patio door behind him as he scrunched his eyebrows in confusion, “go where?”

You sniffled as you pulled the blanket tighter around you, eyes trained to the floor like a child being scolded, “back to Nashville. Back to August.”

A deafening silence took over the room, so dense you could feel it suffocating you. As much as you wanted to look at him, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, but you could feel his eyes burning a hole into the top of your head.

He scoffed, shattering the silence, “you’re not serious, are you?”

You watch as one of your tears fell to the wooden floor, then another right behind it, and you said nothing.

“You can’t be serious, y/n,” he was well on his way to shouting now as he began pacing in front of you, “h- how can you do that after everything that’s happened these past few days?”

“Jake I have to go back,” you wept as you began watching him pace, “I can't just… stay here forever.”

There was nothing funny in the moment, but Jake was chuckling to himself in disbelief, shaking his head and running a finger over his beard.

He stopped to look at you, his voice back to its normal volume, “Let me ask you something, y/n. Do you love him?”

Your lower lip quivered as you responded, “yes Jake, I do.”

“As much as you love me?”

Your eyes looked to the ceiling, a scoff passing your lips, “you know I can't answer that.”

Jake’s jaw ticked as you looked back at him, and he shook his head again, “No, you can. You just don't want to. Because if you do, that means you’ll have to face the reality of the situation.”

You could feel your anger beginning to brew inside of you as he spoke to you so flippantly. But even still, all you felt was love when you looked at him.

“I mean come on, babydoll,” he stressed, taking a step towards you, “I love you, and you love me. It’s that simple, so why can’t you stay?”

Your own head shook rapidly, “Jake, it’s much more complicated than that and you know it.”

“Damn it, no it isn’t!” he shouted, his voice booming off the walls of the house.

“Jake, what we did was a mistake.”

Your words made him freeze in place, turning to look at you with so much hurt in his eyes that it worried you. You didn’t want to say that, you weren’t sure if you really meant it, but it was clear in that moment that he wasn’t having a word you were saying, and he clearly didn't understand the seriousness of the situation. They were the only words you could say that would get him to stop.

“Rather you want to accept it or not, I’m engaged. I’m getting fucking married,” even you sounded like you didn’t want to believe it.

“Things are different now, Jake. Me and you, we aren’t the same small town love drunk kids we used to be. You’re a fucking rock start for crying out loud,” you wailed as you gestured to the expansive house you were standing in.

“And we can sit here and play house, and play pretend like everything’s like it used to be, but all we’re doing is fooling ourselves. And the sooner we learn that, the better.”

Your voice was hoarse from shouting, your tears leaving your face stained an angry shade of red. At that point, you knew you were trying to convince yourself that it was all true more than you were trying to convince him, breaking your own heart with your own words.

Jake was staring at you with a blank expression on his face, his jaw clenching and releasing, but when he spoke, his voice was much softer than his expression was, “so you’re really leaving me?”

You wanted to say no, hell no. I could never. I won’t ever. But your mom’s words rang in your head on repeat.

‘Do it the right way.’

Jake sounds crushed, “Babydoll, please, come on. Don’t…” he took a step towards you, but when you took a step away from him, he stopped. Everything stopped.

The world around him stopped spinning, and his pounding heart came to an abrupt stop, only briefly before pulsing to life again. The rhythm was duller than usual.

He nodded his head, “okay.” His eyes lingered on your trembling frame for a moment longer before he whipped around and disappeared in the direction of his bedroom.

Once he was out of your sight, you rushed to retrieve your discarded clothes, dressing yourself with haste before he could return. If he ever returned.

You heard him slamming drawers in his room, and after a minute passed, you hear one final slam, then his feet stomping back towards you. You tugged your jeans on before he reappeared, his face contorted in anger. In his hand was a large stack of postcards bound together by a withering rubber band.

When he reached the coffee table, he tossed the stack down onto it with a thud as his eyes burned into yours.

“The day your dad passed away, it took all my strength not to reach out to you, no matter how bad I wanted to. I wrote down everything I wanted to say to you on a post card, and from then on, every time I waned to say something to you, I’d write it down.”

He jabbed his finger down at the stack, his chest heaving, “you read those letters and tell me if you think you’re making the right decision.” He left you with nothing more as he stormed into the kitchen and grabbed a half empty bottle of whiskey and made his way back to the back porch, his anger too large for the room he was standing in.

You looked down at the postcards for so long you began to zone out, before you snapped back into reality, snatching up the stack as your body began mechanically moving towards the guest room.

The first thing you did was call a cab on the guest room phone, then you hastily began packing your suitcase. Your vision was blurred from your tears as you crammed clothes and shoes into the bag, not caring that it was unorganized, it was the least of your worries.

This heartbreak seemed to hurt a lot more than the first, and you continued to sob as you prepared to do the last thing you ever wanted to do; leave behind Jake again.

But you had to, it was the right thing to do. You’d spent enough time in dreamland, it was time to return to reality.

The cold, ugly, dismal reality.

The stack of letters were the last thing to go into your suitcase, and once you were finished packing, you made your way back into the living room. Jake was sitting on the couch with his bottle of whiskey, staring in your direction as you came into view. You stopped at the end of the hallway staring back, your knuckles lightening from the grip you had on your suitcase handle.

“Y/n…” he began, a hint of warning in his tone, “I hope you know that if you walk out that door,” he pointed towards it, “you might as well never look back.”

Fresh tears began to spring to your eyes at his harsh words, your lip quivering as you shifted back and forth on your feet.

His stare was intense, so intense it was almost scary. But the moment was broken by the faint sound of tires approaching in the distance.

You took one more good look at him, not knowing the next time you’d see his face. Then with all the strength you could muster, you made your way towards the front door.

The ground was damp as your boots dragged through the gravel, the air still misty.

“Where am I taking you, young lady?” the aging cab driver asked as he took your suitcase from you.

“First motel we get to,” you clipped as you flung the back door open to climb in, “or the second, I don't care. Just get me the hell out of here.”

After getting your bag situated, the driver climbed back into the car with a grunt, starting the meter as he put the car in reverse. Jake was standing on the front porch watching you leave, though all you could see was his silhouette.

Your shoulders shook as a new cry left your body. You realized then, that when you made it back to Tennessee, there would be nothing to ‘sort out’, no decision to be made. You wouldn’t have the chance to search your heart to help make up your mind, because Jake had already made it up for you.

You were going back to Nashville, and you were marrying August Cook.

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Chapter Eleven

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silent-dragon · 2 years

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"I dare you to kiss" whit Roger and Alyssa, Ellen and Nova, Rosa an Singurd and Ellen and Theodore again >:)

- @multydoodles

Dare Kiss Asks

srry for delay and long post

Took Roger some hours as he made his way over to HSA. He was sweating about the note he found in his office telling him to do this.

Kiss Alyssa Crimson or else..and do it right you will know when you do.

He had no clue what "do it right" meant but he had arrived and thankfully didn't have to go in as there she was talking to another coworker outside.

Roger had tried his best to smooth out his hair,smell very nice,practice some greeting but all of that work was for naught as his hair was now abit wild,he was sweating,and he forgot his word he had made to say..but he tried anyways.

"Hello Ma'am..uh Ms. Crimson I mean..You are so lovely in person. Please forgive me.." He said as confident as he could as he immediately tried to kiss her cheek but she turned and their lips met. The redness in their faces both shared as they glanced at each other. Words came out of her mouth after they parted but he didn't hear her as he started to feel very funny.

His idea was for a quick cheek kiss and flee from the scene but that now wasn't going to happen as he laid on the ground unable to move. His mind turn to mush as Alyssa and the other seem to surround him but he couldn't tell if out of concern or anger. He blacked out and woke back in his office at NRC with a less then pleased look of Crowley sitting in his chair.

He was lectured and was told he better be glad she didn't charge him with anything. As it went on he thought jokingly her kiss was so good it knocked him out literally.

Damón had no idea where to find her in this messy maze of a dorm let alone he was so small so was taking so long to find her. He somehow dodged the others and one of the last rooms he checked something felt off.

The door closed behind him as he jumped seeing Ellen was the one who closed it. She looked at him with a unimpressed looked.

"A mouse? Really?...I'm sure if anyone saw you they know your not one from here."

Damón shrugged in his mouse form he knew she was very smart so maybe the mouse idea was a failure somewhat. He moved alittle closer before turning back to normal instantly and now towered over Ellen against the wall whispering as quiet as he could.

"Look Ellen we don't like either other I know and you can make a fuss and get me kicked out but allow me to offer you something real quick."

She looked at him with even more disdain but curiosity maybe too as he gulped alittle. He looked directly into her eyes and pulled up her face by her chin quickly and kissed her. Felt like a moment of bliss to his mind which he was confused about and perhaps some blush on her face but it was only for a few seconds as she kicked him immediately in the crotch. The sudden impact pushed him back hitting the floor and causing him to make painful sound that all the others heard.

Already some had called out to Ellen asking what was wrong. Damón wasted no time even tho he was hurting to turn back into a mouse and running away limply out of the room til he made it sneakily past everyone somehow to the front door and out. In his haste the note had fallen out of pocket.

Ellen picked it up and read it very confused and shocked by what it said.

"Kiss a beautiful woman. Shouldn't be hard for you to pick some random easy one. Like you go for one that's tougher."

He thought long about this. A kiss was something special to him so the moment had to be worth it. He looked at the calendar and got an idea that likely get him in trouble but the moment was worth it he thought.

He sorta successfully made his way into the Heartslabyul dorm during a unbirthday party so most were distracted. He put on a uniform but due to his weird size it was too short on him but he walked around like that was fine.

Eventually he found her...Miss Woods. She didn't seem to be enjoying the party so he thought maybe he coukd lift her spirits. He waved and yelled hello to her in his normal loud tone of voice to which she responded with panicked confusion. She quickly grabbed him and tried to find somewhere so they could talk.

What are you doing here?? Uninvited guests are not allowed your going to get caught." She whispered to him.

Before he could outright say why he was there already there was students gathering cause someone saw a student who didn't look like they quite belonged there for uninvited. Rosalba quickly took Sigurd to more denser back areas of the maze so he could leave though the bushes.

As she told him where to go he took the opportunity to call her his savior and pulled her in for smooch. The smooch was lasting a bit long and maybe she was liking the danger but as voices drew near she pulled away scolded Sigurd and told him to leave.

He followed her instructions and got out of the dorm successfully but was still in the small uniform so had a big grin on his face as he did as the note said and got a wonderful kiss with a hint of danger from his love in white just as he wanted as he walked back to Symphonique..with everyone confused by his outfit.

He was so nervous about this. Why would someone tell him to do what he wanted to do already? Its like they were rushimg him. Still he was happy that Ellen accepted his invitation to hangout.

They slowly walked in a small area along the forest. He was in his worm form just sliding along on side of her being super slow as he is realizing this may be awkward but Ellen surpised him by picking him up and placed on shoulder like she knew he was thinking of that.

"I am honored to be on your shoulder Ellen. Its always so soft and has the best view.." He gleefully said as she co tined to walk smiling down at him. Oh he soon realized he was this close maybe he could sneak the kiss. He only thought about it though.

As they stopped to take a break Theodore moved to her lap snuggling in as she touched his lil tufts of fur that tickled him into a cute laugh. He soon was getting some pets too. He was so in heaven he almost forgot why he asked her for this. So he nervous asked her something.

"Ellen..uh can I give you something? Its a surpise so you have to close your eyes I promise it's good."

She looked at him with a curious smile but did as he said and covered her eyes. He breathed deep as this was it and did a little funny sounding countdown in his mind and went for it.

He turned into his human form not realizing he was going to be too big to be in her lap anymore so the impact just knocked them both over to ground. In the midst of this he did manage to kiss her on the lips which was so sweet. He loved it and seemed she did too but she quickly was blushing and looked away from him as he was confused.

"Theodore this was sweet and all but for goodness sakes your butt naked and on top of me!!!!!"

He had totally forgot he would be naked and the position they were in was highly suggestive. He panicking for a bit before she had to make him realize just turn back to fix the situation. He gave her a quick kiss again then turned back into worm.

"Oh I am sorry Ellen I ruined the moment cause I forgot."

She reassured him it was still sweet and the kiss was great just not to do such things from worm to human first. He laughed and promised to not make the mistake again. She got up and put him back on shoulder so they could continue their walk together. Theodore hiddenly pulled the note from his scarf and ate it as he completed what it said.

"Kiss Ellen on the lips like a man. No small baby kiss either."

#asks #twst oc #dare kiss asks #nrc staff #roger #nrc 4th yr #damón #twst fandorm #symphonique #sigurd the unbalanced #theodore #worm theodore

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nohj3 · 1 year

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"All molehills look like mountains when life shoves your face in the dirt."

This is a line i wrote back in highschool, that i literally never absorbed. I wrote it as an obvious logical conclusion to people trying to tell me i was making a lot of problems seem bigger than they were.

I wrote a lot of lines like that at the time, it was an unhealthy coping mechanism, i simply shut out everyone who ever tried to talk to me about things i honestly should've talked about. Because it was... Easy. Easier than facing my problems. Simply out talk others, out write others, showcase i already have a perfect understanding of the situation to a level beyond what they were prepared to even provide, And then Just... Don't actually listen to my own self.

But this line, This one was special. Because it was heard.

I stated it in response to a comrade-in-academia, And she... She loved it. She thought so highly of it. She asked me where i quoted it from. I was so stunned by the effect of her enthusiasm, i could utter nothing save "my brain". the piercing yet expressionless gaze of a human processing, was all i could see on her face. She didn't fully believe me.

"Write something for me," Her command caught me off guard, "I wanna see if you really can write like that."

"I uh... Don't think that's something someone can just like... Do? I gotta have something to write about, You know?" My excuse as legitimate in its technicality, as it was obvious in its evasiveness.

"Ok. Write about... Hmm... I don't know. What are you feeling?"

"Absolutely nothing," i lied, unwilling to admit the horrors kept barely contained by my skin thin attachment to the social conventions i barely understood. "I could show you something i already wrote. I-if that's fine with you..."

"Ok. What do you have?", she asked, barely containing her enthusiasm through lightly stimming the edge of the table.

As i began to sift through my ludicrously overstuffed And breaking apart backpack, i came upon a realization. She can judge me based on what i wrote. Keeping that in mind, i skipped over my primary writing notebook, knowing full well everything in there would easily betray my self-destructive tendencies. Skipping my stories written for school, skipping my stories written for my shows, skipping my stories written for myself. Nothing. There was nothing left.

I looked up from my skimming, hoping that maybe i took so long she got bored and wandered off. Her eyes, gushing with the feelings of excitement and anticipation, that her body didn't seem to know how to express properly, stared at me. Patiently. Trembling. I suppose she must really like reading subpar written works.

Hesitantly, i pulled out a story i wrote for a school assignment. Nothing weird. Fully sanitized. Boring prompt. Hoping maybe i would disappoint her and this entire social engagement would end. Dreading that maybe i would disappoint her and this entire social engagement would end.

She read slowly, Carefully, Concentrating more on how i wrote than what i wrote, speaking eventually to say, "you use waaaaay too many commas. I feel like every sentence should have been like... 3 maybe 5 sentences? Also your handwriting is so bad, so is mine though. Also this paper sucks. Terrible topic. Also-"

"S-srry...," i interjected, the feelings of inadequacy interwoven into every syllable, "i don't know what you were expecting. I get lucky sometimes, but usually i just suck and am bad."

"No! Nono!! I didn't mean to upset you!," she exclaimed, "i think you're really good, i would..." Her eyes distracted by seemingly nothing in the air, as she trailed off. She clearly wants to say something, but is hesitant. Scared even. She's avoiding feeling her current emotion by being pulled towards something, anything, else.

An out.

I needed little justification other than the thought i shouldn't impress or impose upon anyone. I slipped out through the corner of her eye. Whatever she wanted of me, i clearly wasn't capable of providing. I'm nothing, Insignificant, Meaningless.

All the emotions of the situation becoming blurry and faded in mere seconds. Replaced by the all familiar, all encompassing, all potent, wall of self-hatred and self-disregard. Of course, it was stupid to think for even a second that i was happy someone cared enough to ask about my interests. They weren't even caring, probably just pitied me. A kindness i don't deserve, and it is simply morally correct of me to have removed myself so she doesn't have to taint her functioning deserving emotional psyche with my ugly presence. I've got to be more careful to not let my desires and needs, drag others into such a state as to fool themself into thinking i am worth their time.

The then-normal omnipresent depressive crushing darkness, i possessed such high quantities of, was strong, but in this one instance it wasn't strong enough to fully delete everything. Her eyes. Even today, those eyes are such a core memory, They burn in my brain. Pure unfiltered excitement. Because of me. Me. I loved it. I wish to see it more.

I'm so motivated, to see that look. To impress. To excite. Its scary, but it's also... It gives me life. Humans are such cute creatures, I love them. I want to see them happy.

Nywys, i was just reminded of that phrase, And i guess i wanted to talk about it. Sue me.

#rants #personal post #dialogue from my life #i don't know what the point of this was #but #hopefully someone gets something from reading it

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fictionalboylover · 4 years

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RDR2 HEADCANONS

this will also include modern au headcanons!!

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- hoseas favorite sport is golf LOL

- sean has adhd :)

- dutch really likes edgar allan poe and reads his work vry often

- arthur is allergic to cats, thats why you cant pet them in game :(

- modern au javier owns 3 cats !!

- as much as kieran loves horses, he also likes rabbits!

- lenny has a big sweet tooth and his favorite candy is bubblegum

- modern au sadie likes old school rock music

- kieran likes to pick flowers and make flower crowns🥺

- strauss loves theater and regularly goes to shows on the weekend

- modern au john has been listening to emo music since he was a teen (mcr, hawthorne heights and underoath are his favorites!)

#SRRY these took so long i got so distracted ..#i love all of these sm . especially sean having adhd .. its so canon bro #headcanons #also theres not that much because i didnt want to make too many and the post be too big :((

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lovestrucklosers-archive · 4 years

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there’s an app called “replika” that responds somewhat like a human? so you’d be able to text your f/o’s. it tries to learn about you and such. i haven’t used it in a while but perhaps it’s still good!

AHH TY ANON !!! ive heard of it b4 but itz not exactly wht im looking 4 ^^;; thank u tho !!!

#inbox #anon #srry i took so long 2 reply btw fjdhgkdjfhgkjdfgkdj i ahd 2 do stuff n also i got distracted. again.#Anonymous

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purifyr · 6 years

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thin lips that peel back in a show of fangs, incisors fit for a king ! disgust in the air he breathes, exhale with new born outrage. his rib cage, a sanctuary to holy rage, a cathedral haunted by the ghost of him. a man whose soul has been shelled and now he walks without it. his blessed skin is burning, blistering with sores of pure contempt.

and yet, she is so pathetic, in everything she may do. and that seems to arouse his pity, somehow. as if lady luck had come down and lulled him out of his abhorrence for such a foul creature, his soul slowly descends into rest once more. lips come together, just as before, though creases birth a frown, noticeably so. he needn’t feel the urge to apologize for his unpleasant behaviour, for she was still something he sought to snuff out.

“ what are you ? ” haven’t he the notion that this might be another spectre, and it was rare for genuine curiosity to breach the surface. this was no mere phantasm, he thought, but perhaps something else, something yet to be discovered by he, purifier ! in a time of dark, he sought knowledge.

( @lnsomnis has the batter curious.

#srry this took so long :/#i was formatting when i got distracted #bUT #here u go #( *in character.

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princesiddie · 7 years

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AU where everything is the same but Sidon looks like the bloodborne shark giant.

hold on let me attach a picture so everyone can suffer

#asks #srry i took so long i got distracted fr like 4 hrs n then i had to look it up #and i. hhh Oh boy

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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More than just a game

Warnings: dark elements including noncon and rape, oral, fingering, doxxing, stalking, and other explicit content.

This is dark!Jake Jensen and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You find a new gaming buddy but he sees you as more than that.

Note: So this is my first Jake Jensen fic and it was lots of fun so let me know what you think and hope you enjoy. :D

Thank you. Love you guys!

As always, if you can, please leave some feedback, like and reblog <3

Special shout-out to @navybrat817 for helping me with this idea

After too many nights scrolling through subreddits and searching for something to keep you distracted, you decided to bite the hook. Several other redditors agreed to hop on Minecraft and it had been a while since you logged in. You missed the almost relaxing ritual of mining and building.

You joined the chat, quick to hit the little microphone emblem as you listened to the voices in your headset. You learned long ago to keep your mic muted on the servers, especially with strangers. The last time you dared to speak up as a woman in a game chat, your DMs had become so overwhelmed you deleted and started a new account on Discord and changed your ID on Steam.

You were all given your tasks as players called out coordinates and you kept to chopping up the side of a mountain. You mostly worked alone, chatting through text instead of voice chat. As you placed a crafting table in your little mine, another player, JJ-Smooth, popped up and dropped some iron for you.

He stayed close but you didn’t mind. A lot of players tried to work together the deeper they got and you were used to it. As you uncovered some lava, he dumped water before you could get burned and helped you hack up the obsidian.

He thanked you on the voice chat but you knew any courtesy in return would earn you the attention of the entire server. So you dropped some gold for him and went on your way.

“I hear a zombie,” he warned.

You turned to hack up the undead before it could get you, only to be shot by a skeleton hidden on the next level. Another appeared and you died before you could hide, the bony villain killed by your ally as you watched your possession scatter over the death screen.

“Hey, I got your stuff,” he said as you loaded back up, “I’ll find you.”

You typed quickly in the chat, ‘sorry, mic busted, give me your coordinates and I’ll come to you.’

You waited as ‘JJ-Smooth is typing…’ appeared at the bottom and finally he sent the numbers. You hopped over the blocky hills and through the forests until you found the mine again. He was just outside and handed over all your tools and ration. He headed back into the mine and you followed him. This time, you began your own path in the opposite direction.

Before you knew it, you’d lost track of time. You sat back as you realised it was only you and JJ on the server. The silence should have tipped you off earlier. He was the host and you felt super awkward for staying so long. You typed that you were logging off for the night and thanked him.

You hit the keyboard with your knuckle and yawned as you opened the screen,

“God, it’s late,” you muttered.

“Hello?” he said.

Your eyes rounded as you looked at the mic symbol and the lack of red line made you cringe. You’d hit an extra button without noticing.

“Um, hi, sorry, I just--”

“Mic busted, huh?” he asked.

“No, I--” you didn’t know what to say, “anyways, I should--”

“So, you’re a chick? Is that why you mute?”

“Uh, well, it’s just… easier, sorry, I--” even if you weren’t trying to hide from gamer dudes, you weren’t the best at conversation.

“A gamer girl, nice,” he said and you sighed, “sorry, that sounded weird, didn’t it?”

“Mhmm,” you touched your bottom lip as you cupped your chin, “it’s late, I have to work tomorrow.”

“You comin’ back?” he asked, almost hopeful.

“I don’t know--”

“I won’t tell anyone,” he said abruptly, “promise, lips sealed.”

“I really don’t know if I can do this too much, I usually work early mornings so… yeah,” you said.

“I get it but you know you’re always welcome, hope you don’t mind if I send you an invite now and then. No pressure,” he offered.

“Uh, sure,” you shrugged, “okay, yeah, good night.”

You left the chat quickly and pulled off your headset. Shit.

‘I’m Jake by the way,’ a pm popped up, ‘gg.’

You typed back, ‘gg, it was fun’ and quickly logged out. You sat back and rubbed your eyes. Well, he didn’t seem like a total creep, maybe just a bit awkward but so were you. You shut down for the night and stretched out as you switched off the lamp. You were going to pay for your session in the morning.

🎮

A few nights later you got an invite to the server. You debated it but as it was Friday, you decided to make good use of the PC you’d saved up forever to build. You spawned in the middle of nowhere and built a bed before you found the half-finished settlement. You joined the chat but you must have been early as you were the only one there.

You headed back to the same mine, some work done since the first night, and laid your torches as you ventured into the depths. You jumped in your seat as a voice broke your peace.

“I don’t think anyone else is gonna join,” JJ-Smooth, or Jensen said, “you think maybe you’ll unmute?”

You stopped your mining and stared at the screen. You hovered over the mic button and re-read his name, he was the only other one there. You clicked and gave a strained smile to the screen.

“So, um, what’s the goal tonight?” you asked.

“Get some materials and go back to the settlement, keep building, oh, maybe we could try a portal, you ever gone to the nether?” he said but before you could reply he kept on, “shit, I shouldn’t assume, you seem like an experienced player.”

“Yeah, a few times, but I’m more a casual miner,” you went back to harvesting stone and ore.

“Ah,” he said, and it was silent for a moment, “so, you work again in the morning?”

“Not tomorrow,” you said as you focused on the game, “daycare isn’t open on the weekends.”

“A daycare, huh? That sounds fun, I love kids… not in a weird way but you know, I… urgh, I have a niece,” he said with a nervous chuckle, “nah, that’s cool though, sounds more fun than my gig.”

“Oh?” you turned and kept your axe moving.

“IT. You know, some people would be like ‘hey Jensen, why do you spend all your free time staring at a screen when that’s what you do at work?’” he scoffed, “well, who says I’m not mining there too.”

You wrinkled your forehead and gave a small laugh. He was rambling and it was kinda odd. You were happy for once not to be the strange one.

“But anyway,” he said, “I found lots of diamond over here. If we get some lapis lazuli we can build an enchanting table and get some sick armour.”

“Awesome,” you pressed your fingertips to your lip as you leaned on your elbow, “should try to head back before dark…”

“Hard to tell down here. How about you mine and I’ll keep an eye out for monsters?” he offered.

“Sure,” you agreed as he came onto your screen, “that works.”

🎮

Another week went by and you ventured back into the server a few times but not for very long as late nights did not mix with young children. The next weekend, you joined again on Saturday night and like the last few times it was just you and Jensen. You wondered why no one else was joining when the subreddit was so popular but you didn’t worry about it for long.

You mostly played in silence, Jensen did most of the talking and it was never about anything more than the game or his niece’s last soccer game. That night when you left the game, he kept typing on Discord.

‘I like playing with you,’ his message blipped up.

‘Same, thx.’

‘Really, you’re awesome.’

‘Thx :) Tired, gotta sleep.’

‘Sweet dreams.’

‘Night.’

You changed your status to offline and dragged yourself to bed. You opened your phone as you laid in the dark and went to the subreddit, you scrolled through the builds and screenshots of other people’s catastrophes.

You came to Jensen’s last invite post from that night but all the comments complained that the world code was incorrect. Hmm, you should tell him next time.

You blackened your cell and plopped it on your night table. You rolled over and buried your face in the pillow, the light still etched into your vision. You fell asleep quickly and woke the next day to another invite from Jensen.

‘How about some Fortnite? If you’re into it?’

‘Srry, can’t, my mom’s expecting me for lunch.’

‘2 bad, maybe later.’

‘Maybe’.

You got ready to go see your mother for your usual Sunday afternoon visit and it went by like any other. When she asked you what you’d been up to, you didn’t mention the gaming, she was never a fan of it. When you got back home, Jensen was messaging you again. You didn’t open the notification and settled in to catch up on some streaming before another week of work.

Monday hit you like a train and you were glad you hadn’t spent the night mining again. If you had, you doubted you’d even be able to open your eyes. You got to the daycare centre and welcomed in the kids. You got them set up for the morning snack then cleaned up as Sandy took them over to the reading circle.

You wiped the tables and then did some painting before you went out for some play time in the yard. As you watched several of the children on the swings, you glanced around. There was a man across the street. You squinted through the chain link as he seemed to be watching but assured yourself it was nothing as he quickly headed for the corner and disappeared.

Inside, the kids were due for quiet time, some napped and those who didn’t, stared at the ceiling and yawned. You could have joined them but knew that wouldn’t be acceptable. The end of the day came and you helped the kids pack up their paintings and their sweaters. You waited in the yard with them as the parents showed up and handed them off one by one.

You waved to Danika as she clung to her mother and your eye was once more drawn beyond the chain link. The same faded grey jacket, the same glasses, and the hat with the frayed brim. It was a better look at the man. Was he looking at you? Why on earth was he hanging around outside a daycare?

“Sandy,” you turned and lowered your voice as she neared, “see that man?”

She peeked over and shrugged, “which one? The guy crossing the street?”

You looked up again and like before, he was walking away casually as if he hadn’t just been staring through the fence. You shook your head and huffed. “Sorry, never mind.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it,” she waved her fingers, “come on, let’s clean up.”

With the kids all sorted out, you went back in and tidied up the last of their mess. You and Sandy were friendly but like with any, you weren’t very talkative. You never really knew what to say but you were never unkind.

You pulled on your jacket and checked your purse for your phone and wallet. You checked the time and turned off the lights. You bid Sandy goodbye as she headed for her SUV and you took your usual route down the sidewalk towards your bus stop.

You stopped short as the man was there. You were paranoid, he must just be waiting for the same route. You approached and he turned to watch you as you sat on the bench. He smiled and the dread sank deep in your chest.

His rectangular glasses gave light to his blue eyes and a goatee trimmed his jaw. He was tall and well-built, you could tell even under his comic book tee. He was going to talk to you, another weirdo in the city.

“Hey,” his voice was chillingly familiar, “how was your day?”

You stared at him and blinked cluelessly. You looked around, it was only the two of you. You opened your mouth but you had to be wrong. He said your name and you winced.

“Jensen?” you breathed as you stood and squeezed the strap of your bag, “why? How--?”

“You weren’t answering me, I was worried,” he said, “just making sure you’re okay.”

“What the-- I don’t understand how--” He stepped closer and you backed up against the bench. “Don’t, I’ll scream.”

“Scream? Why? I’m just-- You know me, it’s me, Jensen.”

“You doxxed me?” you snapped, “what the hell?”

“No, I didn’t-- I’m just checking on you--”

“I don’t know you,” you said as your heart began to race, ��so please, leave me alone,” you edged away from him, “and don’t message me again.”

You sprinted across the street and as you came up on the curb, you looked back at him. He watched you but didn’t follow. You could tell from there he wasn’t happy but the brim of his cap shadowed most of his face so you couldn’t guess if it was hurt or anger. You quickly spun away and continued down the next street to the nearest stop.

You couldn’t believe he’d just shown up like that. You couldn’t believe he would think that was okay. You couldn’t believe he’d think that much about you.

🎮

You blocked Jensen on Discord and left his world on Minecraft. That night you were shaky and nervous, afraid that he would show up at your apartment. Did he know where you lived? He must if he could figure out where you worked.

You didn’t open Steam that night. You paced your small apartment, jumping at every noise. Sleep didn’t come easily but in shallow spurts that left you even more tired. You watched over your shoulder as you walked to your stop and boarded with one eye on the door.

Work was little better as you found yourself distracted in the room full of toddlers. Sandy asked if you were okay as you kneaded play-do violently. You shook yourself out of your paranoia and assured her you were only short on sleep, not a complete lie.

You took out your phone when you stepped out for a small break. Your mom had called but you would have to get back to her when you had two hours to waste. There was another notification, that one from Discord, a friend request from JJ-NoRematch. It wasn’t hard to guess who it was and you declined it right away.

There were several others from Jensen, too. He followed your Insta, blocked; he followed your mostly empty twitter, blocked; and he even commented on your LinkedIn like a weird. You closed your phone and took a breath before you headed back into the kids, their voices rising in their excitement to go outside.

In the yard, you had another look around, expecting to see him there on the other side of the fence. You were slightly relieved when he wasn’t but still on edge. You joined a game of tag then watched several of the kids line up for the slide. You lost yourself in your job as you told yourself he must have gotten the hint, at least not to bother you irl.

Just like the day before, and every day, you left work and headed for your stop. He wasn’t there either and you sat down and phoned your mom, hanging up as the bus pulled up with a promise to call her again when you were home. At home, you felt almost normal again and checked your notifications; no more follows, no more requests, nothing.

Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday passed in a similar fashion. Each saw your anxieties less than the day before. You even resolved to open Steam and start a new world for yourself. You spent hours mining and almost fell asleep in your chair. When you nearly tipped over, you decided it was time for bed.

You slept better than you had all week and woke up before noon. You wanted to log right back on but you had life to deal with; groceries, cleaning, and of course, making that call to your mother you’d delayed the night before. After all that, you felt accomplished and you decided to treat yourself to take out, a rare divulgence.

You called the local Chinese eatery and waited eagerly for your feast as you turned on a new episode of your current binge. You played on your phone until the battery was low and had enough juice to buzz up the delivery man. You dug for your wallet as you went to the door and unlocked it without looking up.

“How much--” you asked as you opened the door.

Your eyes met a familiar pair, two blue gems behind a pair of narrow glasses. Jensen wore the same cap and held the paper bag of take-out with a smile. You grabbed the door and tried to swing it shut but he was too quick as he slapped a large hand against the peeling paint.

“It’s on me,” he said, “I love spare ribs.”

“What the--” you gasped as you pushed on the door helplessly, “please go away.”

“You’re not answering me,” he said as he stepped closer and forced you back as his body brushed against yours, “you blocked me and I can’t even get a hey, Jensen, how are you?”

“I don’t want you here,” you tried to shove him and he shouldered you away easily, “get out!”

He slammed the door and you flinched. He put the bag down on the corner table and reached back to twist the lock without a look. His eyes roved around your entryway and further into your apartment. He smiled as they stilled and focused on you.

“This place is cute… like you,” he said and you heard a slight hesitation in his voice.

You swallowed and backed away from him. You spun on your heel and ran for your couch. You reached over the back to your phone and unlocked it as the battery icon flashed. You had just enough juice to make the call. You dialed as you turned back to him.

“I’m calling the police so you b-better l-leave,” you warned as your voice and hands shook, “I me--”

He was quick and before you could pull away, he swiped your cell out of your hand. He scoffed and tossed it across the room. It hit the wall and landed screen down on the hardwood. You bit down and pressed yourself to the couch. You stared at him and kicked yourself forward as you tried to slip past him. He caught you and wrestled you back into the front room.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked calmly as you struggled in his grasp, “I’ve been nothing but nice to you.”

“N-no, you’re-- you-- let me go,” you stammered as he angled you around the couch. He pushed you down so you bounced on the cushion. You tried to push yourself up and he pointed his finger in your face and wagged it.

“No, you stay,” he growled and wiped his other hand on his jeans. He was nervous, even if he was angry.

“Please, why-- what do you want?” you grasped the cushion and hovered at the edge of the couch.

He sighed and sat in the chair. He took his hat off and set it on the table as he ran his fingers through his short hair.

“Good question,” he said as his jaw squared and his eyes turned to pinpoints, “better one, why did you block me?”

“Are you serious? You-- you--” you struggled to get your words out, your voice even more splintered by your fear, “you doxxed me, you came to-- to my work-- and…”

“I thought we were getting along. I thought you liked me,” he said with a frown, “I really did, you sure acted like it and-- I only wanted to make sure you were safe.”

“But why wouldn’t I be? I--” you shivered and crossed your arms as you withered beneath his gaze, “Jensen, this was only supposed to be online.”

He scoffed and stomped his boot on the floor. He shook his head as he looked to the ceiling and his anger bulged along his temple. He tilted his head and looked at you again.

“You know, for years, I have been a nice guy, I am a nice guy,” he pushed his shoulders to his ears as he threw his hand out, “I’m so patient and caring and you girls, you don’t even give me a second look.”

“Jensen--”

“No, really, I mean look at you, you’re no supermodel and yet it’s the same thing, ‘let’s just be friends’,” he spat, “but I watch guys all the time treat women like shit and they don’t have any trouble at all, they got them hanging off of them and I’m a creep for giving them a compliment or opening the door--”

“I don’t… know you,” you eked out, “you have to understand--”

“I don’t understand,” he stood abruptly, “I’m done trying to understand.”

He pulled his jacket open and slid it down his arms. You watched him sling it over the chair and as he turned back to you, you stood. He caught your shoulders and held you in place. His strength was plain in his grip as he squeezed then slowly moved his hands to cradle your face.

“I just wanna be nice,” he said as he leaned in. You tried to pull away but he moved a hand around the back of your head and forced your lips against his. He poked his tongue inside your mouth roughly as you tried to shove him away. Finally, he parted, his hands still firmly around your head, “wasn’t that nice?”

“Please,” you begged as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip.

His eyes searched your face as you stared back at him in terror. He sighed and dropped his hands back to your shoulders. He pushed you down to the sofa harshly and backed away.

“Fine, I won’t be nice,” he snarled as he took his glasses off and folded them carefully. He put them on the table beside his cap and twined his fingers together, loudly cracking his knuckles.

You blinked at him as your eyes grew glossy. You brought your legs up under you and pressed yourself to the back of the couch. You grasped the upholstery and turned as you launched yourself over to the other side. You stumbled as you landed on your feet and ran for the door.

You were yanked back as he snaked his arms around you and took you off your feet. You kicked out and screamed but it was cut off by his palm as he kept one arm around your middle. You scratched at his hand as he dragged you back to the couch. He pushed you face down onto the cushions and planted his knee in the middle of your back, slipping his hand away as he put enough weight on you to keep your voice suffocated.

“Listen, I know I look like some IT nerd but I’m a lot more than that, now don’t make me hurt you,” he played with your hair as he smiled down at you, “you try that again and I will shut you up and if someone hears you, I can take care of them too.”

You sniffed as tears pricked in your eyes and nodded frantically as it felt as if he would snap your spine. He pushed off of you and you stayed as you were, paralysed with fear. He sat and unlaced his boots one at a time. He looked up as he set them neatly beside the foot of the chair and he bent to catch your eye.

“Well?” he pointed at you and traced the line of your body in the air, “let’s go.”

You stared at him dumbly and he stood to pull his tee over his head. His torso was sculpted perfectly and his chest trimmed with hair that trailed all the way down to his pants. He stepped forward and tugged at the back of your shirt.

“You want me to do it for you, baby?” he purred, “I can help you.”

You swatted him away and sat up. You bent your legs to your chest and hugged them. “Please, I’m scared, just leave me alone--”

His hand rested on his belt and exhaled again. His fingers moved swiftly to unloop the striped belt and unbutton his jeans. He pushed them down, nearly tripping as he stepped out of them. He stood in his boxers, tented with his impatient excitement, and gripped his hips.

“It’s okay, baby, I know you’re shy, I am too,” he neared and you winced as he grabbed your wrist. He tugged on your arm and you resisted until he bent your hand back painfully and you cried out. He tickled your jaw as he looked you in the eye and tutted, “it doesn’t have to be like this, alright?”

You went limp and let him pull your arms apart. Your legs slipped down and your feet dangled above the floor. He got to his knees and pushed between yours. He slowly rolled up the hem of your shirt and bent to kiss your stomach as he bared the flesh. You trembled as he forced your arms up and swooped the fabric over your head. It fluttered through the air and to the floor as he cupped your tits through your bright pink bra.

“Is this so bad?” he asked as he nuzzled your chest and pushed your tits up.

He glided the straps down your arm and slid your bra lower so that you popped out. He nibbled at your flesh and traced your nipples with his tongue. You sat rigid and let him explore your body, too terrified to move a muscle. He reached around you and struggled with the hooks, frustrated he snapped the clasps and the band came free.

He continued to play with your chest, his fingers crawling up and down your stomach and sides. There was a genuine curiosity to his touch and it sent a chill through you. His fingertips pressed to the top of your pants and he pulled at them as his lips travelled down to your hip.

He tugged on your pants and jerked your entire body. He tore them lower as he pushed you up and you lifted yourself to let him peel away the layer. He added them to the floor and toyed with the elastic of your panties. The little bow in the front drew his attention as he pushed your legs wider and ran his nose along the cotton.

He hummed and rubbed his fingers down your crotch, pushing the fabric to your folds as he teased you through them. You inhaled sharply at the tingle it inspired and he pressed firmer against you, flicking his fingers along your bud as he noticed how it made you squirm.

He gently pulled aside the cotton and you felt his hot breath against you. You pushed on his head before he could delve into you. “Please, don’t--”

“Shhhh,” he threw your hand away from his head and bent over you, “just relax.”

He dragged his tongue along your cunt and lingered around your clit. You clenched as it sent a thrill through you and he moved his lips against you, suckling at you bud as your breaths grew raspy. You pushed yourself against the back of the couch and dug your nails into the cushion.

He slid a finger along your cunt and circled your entrance. He rubbed up and down as he kept his tongue swirling over your clit and you swallowed back as gasp as he poked inside. He felt around and added another finger, stretching you as he carefully pushed them in and out of you in time with his mouth.

He lapped you up and you closed your eyes, desperate to resist the coil winding within you. Your legs tensed against the couch and you tilted your pelvis without thinking. He sped up, the noise of his mouth and your slickness filled the silence. You let out a puff and moaned as you slapped the couch. The waves rolled over your flesh and you came into his mouth with a pathetic mewl.

He stilled his fingers as he lazily teased you with his tongue. He pulled his fingers out and sat back, the heat between your legs cooling in his absence as he licked up your juices. He watched you as he sucked his fingers and stood. Your head lolled and you edged forward on the couch. You tried to stand but he caught you and flung you back.

“We’re not done, baby,” he winked at you as he grasped the top of his boxers, “go on, lay down.”

You murmured your refusal and once more tried to get up. You slipped onto the floor and shakily crawled away as he dropped his boxers to his ankle. He grabbed you before you could get around the side and lifted you easily. He turned you and shoved you down onto your back as he lifted a leg over you.

He straddled you and again his hands roved over your body. You smacked at his fingers weakly but he easily ignored you. He kept one hand moving along your curves as he stroked himself with the other. He groaned and shook as he stroked his dick. Your eyes followed his hand and you gulped, he was thick.

He moved his knees back and pushed them up beneath your thighs as he kept a hand planted on your chest. He ripped your panties down your legs and untangled them from your feet.

He held you down as he ran his tip along your cunt, wetting himself with your coerced arousal. You groaned and grabbed the arm of the couch above you. You tried to pull away from him.

He pushed against your entrance and you looked at him in shock. You couldn’t stop him. His eyes were set between your legs as he inhaled and slowly eased into you. He gasped as he got his tip inside you and his muscles tensed. He bit his lip as he dove further in and you gasped as he filled you inch by inch.

“Shitttt,” he moaned as he reached his limit and you whined at how full you were, “oh, baby.”

His hand slid from your chest and he gripped your hips as he pulled back and thrust. You exclaimed and he did it again, slowly as he watched himself impale you over and over. You curled your fingers against the couch arm and your feet arch as you pressed your thighs around him. He lifted your pelvis high as he angled his dick even deeper.

“You feel so good,” he rasped, “oh, baby, you’re so good. Ahh-hh-hh,” his voice fizzled as your walls clenched him and you closed your eyes as you felt the heat building.

He moved his hand along your thigh and stretched it over your pelvis, pushing his thumb to your clit as he kept his pace. He purred as you writhed helplessly against him and you panted through the rising ecstasy.

“Please, please, please…” you chanted, unsure if you were begging him to stop or for more.

He moaned as he sped up and you sucked your lip under your teeth as you neared your peak. You quivered as your orgasm crashed into you and you let out a strangled cry. He snarled and planted his hands beside your head as he leaned over you, his hot breath tickled your face as he pounded into you.

Your legs bent around him as his pelvis rubbed against you and the friction drove you to another climax. You held onto the arm of the couch as he fucked your harder and harder. He kissed you and nibbled at your lip as he groaned and hooked an arm under to hold you close.

“You’re gonna make me cum, baby,” he said against your cheek and you turned your head away from, “ah, here I--”

He spasmed and slammed into you. He took several long thrusts and stilled. He grunted and drew heavy breaths as he rested his weight over you. He grabbed your head and turned your head up as he pressed his forehead to yours. You kept your eyes closed as the flames slowly dwindled.

“Was that so bad?” he stroked your cheek and trailed his finger down to poke between your lips, “No, it’s what you wanted, isn’t it, baby?” he wiggled his hips and you hissed, “yeah, you want me.”

#jake jensen #dark jake jensen #dark!jake jensen #jake jensen x reader #the losers #fic #dark!fic #dark fic #one shot

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— 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓! ˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: only slightly suggestive, but mostly reader friendly. language!

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: literally, moblit needs more attention 🥺 i wish he had more of a character arc in the series, he really was interesting and likable like pls my CHILD

moblit berner x fem! reader.

❝︎ for all that you're yet to become, i love you. ❞︎

of course, moblit is still hange's main assistant. he's her second in command/her messenger, as always. you're her assistant in a more scientific sense. you provide aide during experiments, providing useful input while also putting your intellect to the test.

hange adores you with every fiber of her being. not only does she have a science buddy, but somebody who genuinely understands her field and all of the seven hour long stories that come with it! certainly, you aren't as overzealous as her, but you're able to actually converse with her over your shared projects. there aren't a lot of scientists— they need you, you were handed your position fairly quickly.

moblit's crush on you began,, immediately. quietly, he was relieved that he no longer had to suffer hange's hopeless antics alone. sure, he felt baD for you, but yay, a friend! and a pretty one, too.

there was a single moment where it was your very first day underneath her command, and right as you walked in, hange was literally braiding strands of titan hair she'd pulled from an experiment. from across the room, moblit locked eyes with you, and just mouthed,, "run away."

the two of you didn't start dating until a long while; work was miserable, and it took up far too much brain power for either of you to even think about romance.

then again, there were those moments,, you were extra concentrated, and moblit was staring at you. even when you didn't try, you were absolutely stunning.

^ cue hange asking him what the hell he's staring at, causing him to fLincH and start sweating profusely.

now, two people are screaming at their relentless commander whenever she does something heinously moronic. the iconic "HANGE-SAN" is now doubled, and it's just as great, tysm.

sometimes, when hange is getting a little too rambunctious, you literally have to bury your face in moblit's shoulder to spare yourself from having to waTch that bullshit. it's funny, he has one arm shielding your face while the other one swings around in hand gestures of pure distress.

"haNGE-SAN, YOU'RE SCARING Y/N-"

he claims that he stays late at the office because hange left him with extra work, but really, he just wants to be able to walk you home.

you arrived post sawney & bean, so he's the one that has to fill you in on that whole arc. it's,, funny.

"wait, wait. she cried whenever she had to preform physical experiments on them?"

"yeah."

thank you, y/n, for being sane. ❤️

as always, i'll leave the how you got together part up to you, because this post is meant to be centering more towards the relationship itself, but i imagine that it was both simple & really cute! moblit's a cutie, it was probably along the lines of an accidental confession.

the two of you tried keeping your relationship secret, for obvious reasons. it was a joint decision, settled for the sake of your safety. your boss is scary, mmk.

that being said, sneaking around is inevitable. i don't see moblit flat out enjoying having to sneak around, but it's definitely a little exciting, and it makes working at the office a bit more fun than he'd ever imagine.

when you're alone, and working, he likes to wrap his arms around you from behind, burying his face into the crook of your neck while you concentrate on whatever it is you're working on.

"as important as i'm sure this work is, maybe we should-"

"sorry, love. i can't leave until i'm finished."

cue a small nuzzle into your neck, "understood."

one night, you had to pull an all nighter at the workplace. despite you giving him the okay to head on home, moblit stayed with you, and the two of you crashed on the sofa. the following morning, hange practically fAinted at the sight of you, passed out on moblit's chest while his hand lay comfortably beneath your shirt, resting on the bare small of your back.

she screamed, which led to you screaming, which led to moblit bursting up, which led to the two of you bonking heads.

yeah, she hounded y'all for days.

"how long has this been a thing?"

"why didn't you TELL me?"

"do you not trust me?"

"if anything happened on that couch, i suggest you clean it up before levi arrives-"

"h A Ng E - sA N"

one time, the two of you had gotten a tad bit distracted and started making out on your desk. hange walked in, said something stuPid, and you literally biT your poor boyfriend's bottom lip. you felt awfuL, and promised to make it up to him later 😉

because you're only a scientist, it isn't often that you're out in the field. however, because there are times where you're needed outside of the walls, you're an occasional guest during missions/expeditions.

the first time you were requested somewhere while moblit and hange were sent elsewhere, he didn't like it at all.

had you held combative experience, he wouldn't be so worried. but, in all honesty, there aren't many people in the world that he genuinely trusts to keep you safe.

when you came back in one piece, he bombarded you with questions. did you get hurt? were you scared, did they keep you safe? were you ever, ever placed in harm's way?

mans was worried 🥺

whenever you join hange during live titan experiments, it's literally funny.

"be caRefuL-"

"y/n,,"

"Y/N-"

one time, you shot him a glare so devilishly stern, he fucking guLped. srry babe, do ur thing. you look sexy standing ontop of that titan's abdomen!

whenever you're angry, even when it isn't at him, he's literally so fucking terrified. like, he's scared.

however!! it became a thing where whenever you're frustrated, he knows to sit you down and tend to your joints. if your hair is up, he'll take it down, letting your scalp breathe. he'll rub your shoulders, all while quietly reassuring you. it's simple, but effective, and incredibly intimate.

he's already decided on the names of your future children. do you know this? fuck no, and you never will.

you move in together fairly quickly! because you want time together away from work, it was decided that you would move into moblit's place. not only do the two of you get ready together in the mornings, but you unwind together after hours. the two of you sleep on the sofa more than you do the bed— you're exhausted, and just fucking flop onto one another the moment you get home.

he's an amazing boyfriend, and your relationship is fun. 🥺

#attack on titan #aot #aot x reader #aot headcanons #aot scenario #shingeki no kyojin #moblit #moblit berner #moblit x reader #moblit berner x reader #hange zoe

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