pain-in-the-butler · 2 years ago
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Someone very special is on the way !!!!!
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minus-plus-zer0 · 1 month ago
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While You're Gone
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♡ Genre: Fluff, not as sad as the title sounds ♡ Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader ♡ Tags: Aged up, established relationships, clingy/pining/dorky/needy/loser Bakugou (aka regular Bakugou)
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You abandoned Bakugou at home to buy groceries alone, you traitor.
Bakugou couldn't forgive this. Currently, he laid flat on the couch, face down. Once you got back, he wouldn't let you rest your weary feet on such a comfy spot. You'd have to deal with him, whether you liked it or not.
He couldn't believe how truly callous you were on the inside. It went against everything he knew of you. Bakugou had dated you for a few years now, and had been in love with you even prior to that. He was dead set on marrying you at this point. And yet... you betrayed him.
He easily recalled the moment, like it was only five minutes ago (it was).
"It won't be long, Katsuki!" you said, while opening your apartment front door. "I promise I'll get you a nice, tasty snack!"
"I'm not a dog, I don't need treats." Bakugou's hands were shoved deep into his pockets as he approached you. "I need my fucking girlfriend. It's our day off!"
"You have your girlfriend every single night," you said, patting his cheek. "You live with your girlfriend every single day of your life. And you kiss your girlfriend every morning before work. You are too needy if you want more than that."
He scowled but did not fight back against your intrusive hand. "A girlfriend is supposed to love me, not leave. Why can't I just go with you?"
"Because if we go together, we'll get distracted again, or you might start another argument with an elderly shopper, or you might even prevent me from making bad purchases! That's why you can't go!"
"But that's--"
"Goodbye, Katsuki! I will see you in a few hours!"
You shut the door behind you. He still couldn't believe it, even now.
As you left, you wondered to yourself one question that had always been on your mind, "What does Bakugou do while you are gone?" If you had a pet camera installed, you would've seen the antics your boyfriend got up to in the following moments...
Time passed by while Bakugou held down the fort. Although Bakugou tried to continue defending the couch, his boredom overwhelmed his spitefulness towards you and it forced him to do something productive.
While you were gone, Bakugou entered argument after argument with anyone he could to blow off some steam. His texts were filled with jabs at Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, and more. It wasn't long until they correctly guessed that Bakugou's bad mood was due to your absence. Bakugou swiftly blocked them.
When he couldn't complain to other people, Bakugou sometimes grumbled to himself, speaking to nobody as he vented about his day.
"Stupid couch..."
"Stupid food..."
"Stupid bills! Fuck you!"
Occasionally, Bakugou thought you came home early. He would then poke his head around the house, checking to see if you were home. But more often than not it was just the sound of his neighbors' doors opening and closing, and he grew even more irritated than before. You weren't answering your texts either.
What's worse, there were little reminders of you all around the house. It was only natural, seeing as how you two lived here together. Every time Bakugou started focusing on something negative, he'd be reminded of you and how you'd scold him for thinking that way. It felt like you were still scolding him, even now. He missed it already.
Without you around, Bakugou persisted in his negativity. He would walk down to the ground floor of the apartment complex you lived in to get mail and still managed to yell at a minimum of one person during the trip. Bakugou wouldn't stray far from home knowing that you could be back at any minute, and returned soon enough to double-check if you arrived while he wasn't looking. You didn't.
While cleaning up, Bakugou found some clothes that you stole from him in your dresser. He stole them right back and replaced them with other clothes he owned that he thought would look even better on you, hoping you would surprise him one day by wearing them. He thought of himself as quite clever for doing so, and couldn't wait to see when his masterful plots came to fruition.
After cleaning the house, prepping dinner, and fulfilling his daily quota of pissing off a certain number of innocent individuals, Bakugou was exhausted. He had nothing productive left to do. He couldn't get involved in his normal hobbies like working out or hiking because it would take too much time and the day was almost over. He needed you home.
Finally, you opened the door while lugging around heavy groceries. "Katsuki! I'm here!"
"Dammit, text first!" Bakugou rose from the couch to take a bag from your arms.
"Thank you," you said, as you both set the groceries down on the kitchen counter. You kissed him on the lips quickly, but he retaliated with a much stronger kiss that pushed you back a step.
"Your welcome," Bakugou said, teasingly. "Got so bored without ya here. There's only reminders of you around the house."
"Well, it's probably 'cause I live here." You laughed a little and hugged him. Obviously he hugged back. "You can think of me all the time all you want. I give you my full permission."
"So you're haunting my head now, are ya?" Bakugou kissed the top of your head.
"I've always haunted you!" You kissed his chin. "Even before we were together! And I'll haunt you long after I'm gone..."
"Don't say that. I don't want ya gone." He harshly kissed your sweet lips again to prove he was telling the truth. He held your precious face in his hands. "We'll always be together."
"Always. So, what did you do while I was gone?"
"Tch. Why don't you stay home next time? Then you'd know."
You really needed to install that pet camera one of these days...
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(Inspired by videos of "what does your cat do while you're away?", only instead of a cat it's your boyfriend! I think the clingy separation anxiety of these cats left at home perfectly matches Bakugou 110%!)
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retroellie · 9 months ago
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Summary: After a long day of work, Spencer comes home and fucks his stresses away.
A/N: This was written in literally 45 minutes but I had this idea and I couldn't make it into a full fic, my mind could only think of the smut part lmao. Enjoy!!! :)
Warnings: NSFW, slapping, degradation, squirting, unprotected sex, mean!spencer
Word count: 1.9K
Prison changed Spencer Reid, plain and simple. This is not the man you came to love. He was cruel, possessive, completely and utterly damaged. You hoped that prison wouldn't taint Spencer too much, you hoped that he would continue to be sweet little Dr. Spencer Reid. But you knew what prison could do to a person, for you locked people up daily. You knew that the system would take Spencer's old soul and soft heart into its muddy hands, squeezing them until they became one. Although sometimes in the right lighting, in the right moment, you can see a hint of Spencer in his light brown eyes.
You can't say that you hated the change in Spencer, obviously there was much work to be done before Spencer could truly be himself again. However, you could live with this change. He was hungry, feeling as though your body was the only thing that could fill that hunger. It was extremely attractive to you, his sudden hunger for you. Spencer was always using you, using your body or your mouth or your hands... just you. There was always an excuse for him to be inside of you in his mind. A man thought of looking at you? He bent you over the kitchen table. You wore a shirt that showed a bit of your chest? He dragged you into the bathroom and forced you onto your knees. You smiled at him? He would shove his face between your thighs until you couldn't even see straight.
Even on the way back home after he had gotten out of prison, he bent you over the backseat on the side of the road and fucked you roughly. It felt like you were stepping on eggshells every time around him because you never know what can set him off... it was oddly scandalous, almost arousing as the thought of how he'd fuck you next was always on your mind. A big plus was that spencer dug himself into your brain, pulling out your deepest and darkest kinks, and using them to give you earth-shattering, mind-blowing, life-changing orgasms. Now you don't think you two could ever go back to just plain sex. He had ruined you, ruined your body so much that only the thought of being hurt could get you off now.
"Fucking bitch..." Spencer spat out, his hand spreading your legs further open as his cock drilled into your soaked cunt. "That bitch looked at me like I was fucking stupid..."
His words came out breathy and jagged as he fucked into you at an animalistic pace. Spencer came home today upset, his tie being ripped off and thrown down as soon as he got into the door. You knew something was up by this action, but also the look on his face. He seemed to have a frown sewn onto his face, something that he wore most days. You asked what was wrong but you were met with him ripping off your clothes, hinting that he didn't want to talk but to fuck his frustrations into you. Now here you were, panties ripped off, legs wide open, Spencer deep inside you with his hand placed on your neck.
You couldn't tell how many times you came just in this position alone, you couldn't keep count. His hand gripped your through, affecting the way your brain functioned. You felt with every thrust of Spencer's hips you would lose brain cells... creating the dumb cock whore that Spencer ached to achieve. Spencer's hand applied more pressure to your throat as he thought of what happened at work, how while section chief Erin Strauss critiqued his work, people were being murdered.
"As if my 187 IQ wasn't enough for her." He started, his hand on your thigh being slammed down past your face and into the wooden table he was drilling you into. " I mean, I've been at this place for over 10 years... I know what I'm fucking doing"
You came again, not able to keep yourself from unraveling now. His hand on your throat was constricting your moans, completely silencing them as the only thing that could come out of your mouth was soft gurgles. You loved this feeling, knowing that at any moment if you didn't like it you could alert Spencer and he'd stop immediately. I guess you could say that Spencer's care for you never disappeared after prison, he would go on to say that it strengthened his love for you. He had this picture of you that you had sent him in one of your many letters, he kept it with him everywhere he went for it was the only thing that kept him sane.
One time a fellow inmate saw it, snatched it from him, and digested every single inch of you. He went on to explain the disgusting things he would do to you if he got the chance, that is exactly why Spencer came home to fuck you nice and good every night. Because if he wasn't the one to do it, he knew that other people would take you for granted, they would spend only minutes with you... ignoring what you needed and taking what they wanted. You would feel incomplete, unsatisfied, and completely in denial that love existed. You would assume love was only made for books and movies, that no one could show you the love you deserved. This is the love you deserve. You deserve a love that could have you coming undone over and over again, a harsh and mean kind of love but that always ended with soft kisses and a nice hot bath. A love that was sour at first but ended sweet, making sure that the words "i love you" were carved onto your skin.
"You wouldn't do that would you?" He whispered into your ear, his grip on your throat as he waited for your response. " You don't think I'm stupid ...hmm?"
His cock was too deep inside you, it was deep enough to have you going cross-eyed and unable to speak. Your moans became audible now, no longer being stuck in your throat due to his pressure being released. His pace was still inhumanly fast, not stopping even for a second. The table had started to shit forward, being scrapped across the floor and probably worrying the downstairs neighbors. You were on the verge of cumming again, your mind not even able to comprehend his question until you felt a harsh sting on your cheek. Spencer had slapped you across the face, growing impatient while waiting for your answer.
"Answer me...." He hissed out, leaning down and taking his lips to yours. He bit down on your lip, creating a pain that shot through your body. "Or I'm going to make you cum over and over and over again until you can't think of anything else besides my cock deep inside your tight little pussy..."
You could taste blood now, your lip bleeding and seeping into your mouth. His words created this deep, rough knot in your stomach. It wasn't like the rest of the orgasms you had tonight, no it was more intense. It hurt, painful with every thrust of his cock. It created a deep pain and pleasure dynamic in your body but felt like something was trying to claw itself out of your body.
"Fuck..." You screamed out, grabbing onto him and digging your fingernails into his back. "No I wouldn't! Fuck... I wouldn't! I won't!"
You finally replied, hoping with those words he would deepen his thrust if that was even possible. Spencer just grinned down at you, placing his head in between your shoulder blade and your neck. He set soft kisses to the skin, his warm lips against your burning skin. Spencer was close, your words pushing him further to the edge. The feeling inside your stomach didn't stop or dull, it only got worse. You were screaming now, Spencer's hand lingering on your neck but sitting gently on your skin. Spencer picked up his speed, the table scraping against the floor even harder.
You couldn't handle it, everything around you becoming so far away yet being so close. The feeling got to a point of feeling terrifyingly painful but also so potent of pleasure and so bewitching that you didn't want it to end now. A couple more of Spencer's deep and harsh thrusts sent you over the edge, the painful knot in your stomach snapping and shooting liquid out of your body. It was the first time you had ever squirted, the feeling so glorious that you wished it would happen every time. Your vision went out, only seeing light and hearing Spencer's soft moans as he finished inside of you. The world felt like it ended, nothing to be seen or to be experienced... just emptiness but complete fullness all at the same time.
"Good girl..." You heard Spencer's words echo through your now-empty mind. You couldn't tell if your eyes were closed or not. "You did so good for me honey... I'm so proud of you."
Those single words were all you needed to hear as you floated back to earth and into your body, you blinked a couple times... forgetting where and who you were for a split second. You came back to see Spencer brushing your hair back from your sweaty face, his face inches from yours as his face filled with concern that maybe he had broken you finally.
"There she is..." He chuckled softly, kissing your lips softly. " There's my girl..."
You gave him a weak smile, raise your hand to rest on his cheek. You rubbed it softly, feeling the growing stubble on his face. He was just as sweaty as you, his body hot to the touch. You two probably looked insane, one of you barely able to walk looking beat the hell up and the other one scratched up and drenched with liquids. Spencer gently slid himself out of you, watching you wince softly as it felt like he was connected to you at this point.
"Sorry..." He whispered, taking your hand in his as he rubbed your thigh gently "I was too rough huh?"
Rough was not even close to what Spencer was. He was brutal, sadistic, barbaric but you couldn't deny that you would choose it over compassion any day. You began to think that maybe prison was the best thing that could've happened to Spencer Reid, not only was he a genius but he now had a powerful glow to him. Shy kisses and longing gazes were a thing of the past for you two, Spencer knew what he wanted and he was going to get it.
"You were just rough enough..." I chuckled, feeling nothing but content and at peace in this moment.
Spencer laughed with you, pecking your lips one last time before pulling away from you. He looked around, his eyes landing on the couch. He smiled, walking over and leaving you but only for a second. He came back with a blanket, wrapping it around you then picking you up bridal style. You thanked him silently because you knew there was no way you were getting off the table without some kind of help.
"To the bath you go..." He joked, holding you close to him as he walked you to your shared bathroom. 
You looked into his eyes and at the right lighting, the right moment, you looked into his light brown eyes... realizing that this is Spencer Reid. This is Spencer Reid damaged, polluted, and bruised... but it was still the man you fell in love with all those years ago.
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bunnys-kisses · 17 days ago
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How I have loved going to the Bakery. Have a small order myself, that I hope you will make happen 😍
Swiss roll, shortbread squares, savory pastry mocha coffee with a tonic water on the side. But where the girl is the older one. With Lando
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want to submit an order? then hit up the menu! thank you for all of those who submitted orders, i am a really happy to be working with them! the prompts have been amazing, so thank you!! and for the lovely anon who submitted this order, i love your vision! while the age gap isn't massive between reader and lando, i do think it is interesting and thank you for specifying that, hahah. i hope you enjoy! <3
swiss roll: "everything you own, everything you wear i paid for. so i guess that means i own you." + savory pastry: "let your brother find out." + mocha coffee: breeding kink + tonic water: age gap served by lando norris (formula one)!!
cw: smut/pwp, age gap (3 years), piastri!reader, cowgirl position, breeding kink, quiet sex, semi-public sex, couch sex
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lando norris with an 'older girl' how scandalous. the age gap was just shy of three years and barely anything compared to some of the age gaps that happened in formula one. but, the press loved to make a scene of things that simply didn't exist.
you honestly thought they would've latched onto the fact that you were oscar piastri's older sister, but you guessed the tension between them would make that fact less of fuss in the media. so despite being twenty seven and working on your post-graduate degree, everyone had to be in your business about your relationship with the formula one driver.
when lando saw you on the track, he was all smiles as he practically raced to you, almost pushing your brother out of the way. you laughed and kissed lando on the lips when he got close enough. even though you were the oldest piastri, with oscar being second, you all looked around the same age. you once joked that you got that all from your mother and you were forever grateful for that.
you pecked your boyfriend on the lips before you slung an arm around your younger brother, you pulled him close and were all smiles. maybe you weren't the most demure of the wags/family of formula one, but the excitement of the track still coursed through you.
and when lando won, it was hard to decide if you wanted to be with your brother with his second place victory, or your winner of a boyfriend. you didn't didn't get much time to think it over, because very quickly, lando was pulling you into his driver's room.
"we can't do this here." you squeaked when he pressed you up against the door with his hands up your mclaren branded t-shirt. you moaned into the kiss he gave you, but tried to be quiet about it.
not everyone needed to know, even if it was implied that you two were intimate and quite often. the hickey-gate from the beginning of the season was still fresh in your mind.
"let your brother find out." he grinned against your lips, "hell, even your mom and sister too." he yanked the shirt off over your head and you bit your lip to keep quiet.
when he pulled away, he brought you with him and soon you ended up on the couch with your skirt hiked up. he had a hungry look in his eyes as he gazed down at you. you felt the quickening in your pulse as he got your skirt up over your hips and left your pink panties exposed.
"lando."
he looked at you with a stupid grin on his face. he could tell that you looked divine. beautiful in a way that it left him cock throbbing in his shorts, "i remember when i bought you this skirt. i thought i tore it right down the seam when we got home." he recalled.
you replied, "you've done that to about four of my skirts." the pouted at him.
"and i'll do it to four more." he grabbed at his clothed cock and beamed, "everything you own, everything you wear i paid for. so i guess that means i own you. which means i can rip what i want. when i want." and you felt the heat in your face.
"lando."
he laughed a little, for a moment he was loud before he quieted himself. as much as he would talk about letting your family know how good he fucked you. he was slightly afraid of mrs. piastri. a woman that nice would easily have lando's head on a plate and his balls as a side dish.
he got your panties off, "can you be quiet for me, babygirl?" his tone, quiet but still seductive enough to leave you feeling the heat from your head to your feet.
you nodded, "of course." then straddled his waist once he got onto the couch beside you and his cock was out of his jeans. little time to undress, you two could becoming more intimate with your nudes bodies at the hotel room. you sank down on him and arched your back a little from the feeling. you hated to admit it, but it felt very, very good. a stretch in the right way, not enough to leave you achy for days on end. but rather achy where your body yearned for it. till you had every last inch.
it was an erotic feeling. the sort of feeling that made the blood pump faster in your brain. lando had that kind of effect on you, he knew exactly how to make you feel good. after all, you only deserved the best.
'you like that, angel?" he asked quietly, "you like how i make you feel?" his voice was quiet and a bit strain from the shock of pleasure to the brain. he licked his top lip and beamed at you, "so pretty."
"lando. fuck."
"sounds like you love it." he chuckled. as the pleasure coursed through his body, the more erotic side of him took over. his lips became more loose and the words made your skin burn, "ah, like that, angel? like how i fuck you... next time, i'm gonna breed you." he panted a little bit, his eyes slightly hooded as the pleasure thumped in his brain.
"lan-"
"shh. shh." he said, "think about it. you, me, baby. you'd look really good with my kid. then our families will be together. oscar as my brother in law and uncle to our little peanut." he laughed a little bit.
you held onto his shoulders and kept moving your hips, "lando. fuck." the idea sounded nice, even when removed from the sexual context. but, not until you finished your masters. regardless you still worked yourself against his cock.
"you and i making a baby. make it a night you could never forget." he said with a big smile before you leaned in and kissed him deeply on the lips. he moaned against the kiss and you felt the pleasure criss cross up your back with an intense heat.
lando always made you feel good. you shifted a little to get a better pace as you rode him. you took him beautifully in lando's (less than) humble opinion. he wished he could hear your noises at that moment, but right now you two had to quiet. rutting against one another like animals.
"baby."
"i love you."
"not as much as i love you. fuck, angel." he groaned as he really continued to work your pussy. he could describe himself as drunk off the feeling of you. you came quickly and bit your inner cheek as you tensed up. you couldn't be too loud. the scandal that created.
"shit." you squeaked out, "lando."
he chuckled as he kissed your sweaty temple. his hands on your ass as he guided you up and down his cock. you gasped against him. the pleasure reverberated through you.
"i guess you can keep up with a young guy like me." he chuckled, "you start to slow down in your mid-twenties." his words were cheeky.
you took him by the shoulders and stared into his eyes, you replied quietly, "shut up." then kissed his lips, "i love you, but shut up." and lando pulled you into another kiss as he bucked his hips a few more times and came inside of you.
the moan rolled off his tongue while he kissed you as you both slowed your pace down. you remained in his lap for a moment, softly kissing as he leaned over to grab your panties.
when you broke away, you looked at him and smiled a little. you cupped his face, "i know what you're going to say. you get one last joke about my age, norris." you tapped his nose.
"you did so good for a woman your age." he beamed.
"that's it, couch tonight." you grabbed your panties, "i'm celebrating the rest of the evening with my brother." and when you tried to get away on shaky legs lando only pulled you back into his lap.
he smiled at you and said, "you know i like my women older." he held you tight and you kicked your legs. you panties tumbled out of your hand and onto the floor once more as lando pulled you onto the couch, "especially when they're so beautiful."
you flushed a little, and let your boyfriend grope your near bare breasts once more. you could hit him over the head, but quickly you melted into his kisses <3
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runningfrom2am · 11 months ago
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leveling the playing field XI
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summary: with nowhere else to go after getting caught cheating to help lucy gray, you both make some desperately stupid decisions.
pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader
wc: 3.3k
tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. do they love each other or hate each other? who knows (we do, kind of). implications and mentions of abuse, so read with caution!! also a little bit of swearing but that's neither here nor there
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a/n: nothing much to say other than thank you guys and i hope you like it :)
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"You can't call me that here!" You hiss, taking the final steps out into the summer nights breeze.
"Never mind that, what are you doing here?" Coriolanus asks as soon as the door to the back of the building shuts behind you, leaving the two of you alone in the quiet alley behind the Hob.
You groan, dragging your hands over your face. "I had nowhere to go."
"Well, I... what happened?"
"Does it really matter?" You just shake your head looking up at him now, face red with anger. "If we're gonna talk, how about we talk about how you tried to drag me down to hell with you, huh? How about we talk about you showing up after trying to ruin my life and kissing me like I'm some kind of object to you! After all this time! Let's talk about that!"
Coryo takes a sharp breath in, chewing on the inside of his cheek. "You're not an object." He says, a hint of disgust in his voice, upset that you would even imply that he felt that way.
"Funnily enough, that is the bottom of my list of concerns right now!" You laugh dryly. "I thought we were friends! I thought you cared! And maybe that was stupid of me but don't come back now saying that you do." Your narrowed eyes are rimmed with tears now, and he can see that you're hurt despite you trying to shield it in anger.
"We are friends, I-"
"No, Coriolanus, we aren't, because friends don't do that!"
"Will you stop fucking interrupting me!" He shouts, making you jump. He's fed up with you always having to have the last word. "For once, just one time, will you let me explain?"
You just stare at him, jaw grit as you look up at him. You've never looked softer, your clothes and your hair are so loose and freeing and unlike you and you've somehow never looked more like yourself.
"I'm sorry. Okay?" He says, taking a hesitant step closer to you.
"Is that all you've got?" You scoff, nodding to yourself and pushing past him to walk back inside.
He can't let you go again, he just can't. He grabs your arm, stopping you in your tracks.
"Y/N, listen, I'm sorry. I regretted it the moment I said it, I shouldn't have pulled you into that but they already knew and I just wanted to be able to help you." Internally you roll your eyes, relaxing your arm so he knows you won't run. You'll hear him out. "All I wanted was for you to come with me, I thought they would ship us off together."
"Me? As a peacekeeper? Un-fucking-likely." You reply bitterly. "Did you think that through for even a second before you decided that I would be better off with you? Or were you just scared of being alone?"
The question makes him pause, which was enough hesitation for you to pull your arm away and start walking off toward the street. "Tigris wanted me to tell you they love you, by the way!" You call back over your shoulder, turning the corner and disappearing out of his view.
You walk around the building and back to the front entrance, hoping you could lose him in the crowd if he decides to follow you. You were no longer in any mood to dance, that's for sure, so you would just wait for the show to end in the back where you first talked to Lucy Gray again. You push through the abundance of people dancing, the music blaring in your ears. You make it to the desolate hallway, attempting to gather yourself before you really start to cry.
"Y/N?" You hear someone call from behind you, and you turn at the use of your real name. It didn't sound like Coryo, or any of the Covey band.
"Sejanus!" You squeal, running back toward him and tackling him in a hug. "God, I have never been happier to see your face in my life." You sigh, resting your chin on his shoulder.
"Likewise." He chuckles, rubbing your back. "I'm so glad you're okay."
"Yeah, yeah. I'm great." You grin, taking a step back to talk to him face-to-face instead.
"We have to find Coriolanus, he'll be thrilled to see you." He says, looking over his shoulder to see if he could spot the blonde anywhere in the crowd.
"Ugh." You groan, rolling your eyes. "No, I saw him."
He snaps his head back, looking at you confused. "You don't seem happy." He observes, stating the obvious.
"Tell me, Sejanus," You muse, resting a hand on your hip as you shift your weight. "If you had someone you perceived as more than a friend take the liberty of framing you for something that could cost you your whole life when they knew you were innocent, would you forgive them if their only apology was a kiss?" You ask, raising an eyebrow at him. You knew you were stretching the truth, but Coriolanus had done the same thing, clearly, so what was the harm in wanting Sejanus on your side?
"I... what? No, he didn't- he didn't tell me that." He looks shocked, looking back again to see if he could see him.
"Well. That's what just happened, weirdly enough." You laugh, shrugging to try and portray that you don't really care much more than that.
"I- um... We were told you were sick." He changes the subject now, something you're happy about because one more thought about Coryo and you might be in tears; or you might start throwing things.
"Sick? No." You shake your head. "I ran because if I hadn't, I'd be six feet under in the Capitol cemetery by now, no doubt. That or I'd be lacking a tongue."
"Oh, wow." He doesn't know what to say, so you just hum in agreement. "Coriolanus almost convinced me you were dead, but I knew better. They couldn't kill you if they tried, I don't think."
You chuckle, shrugging slightly. "Well, yeah. So that's been my life recently. Now I'm staying with Lucy Gray." You explain. "But what about you? You follow out here Coryo too?"
"More or less." He nods, a slight smile on his face. "Hey, uh, I've got to go, got some business to take care of but we'll get together again soon, okay? I'm really glad you're alive."
You nod, hugging him again. "Yeah, of course. I'm staying at this ugly, old grey house at the edge of the seam, past the end of the road. There's goats out back, you can't miss it. You'd think there's nothing out there, but trust me, we'll be there. Come by sometime when you're free, okay?"
"Will do." He agrees, hugging you back for just a moment. "I'll see you soon, Miss Sage." He teases, giving you a polite bow before turning to return to the party. You furrow your brow a bit as he almost directly approaches Billy Taupe, Lucy Gray's ex alongside one of his scummy friends, but you decide to mind your business. Sejanus was always too nice to everyone for his own good, anyway.
"Y/N's here." Coriolanus states, both him and Sejanus helping to carry their intoxicated bunkmates back to the barracks. "You see her?"
"I did, yeah, I talked to her." He nods, eyes straight ahead as their shoes crunch over the gravel.
"You talked to her? When?"
"A little after her performance, she was heading to this back room. Seemed awfully upset."
Coryo sighs. "What did she tell you?"
"That you betrayed her." Sejanus answers simply, adjusting his friend's arm over his shoulder. "That she was going to be killed or worse if she stayed."
"That's not-" Coryo thinks it over. "I didn't betray her, Sejanus. We know one baseline thing about Y/N Y/L/N and it's that she is, if nothing else, dramatic."
"Really? I wouldn't describe her that way." Sejanus argues subtly. "She's outspoken, maybe slightly obnoxious at times, but I feel like I am too. The one thing I know for sure about her is that she's not a liar, Coriolanus."
Coryo doesn't know if he's more angry about Sejanus calling you 'obnoxious' or framing it so nicely that you don't keep your mouth shut when you probably should. You were his girl, his. No one should talk about you like that but him- praise you or critique you all the same. You didn't know it yet, necessarily, but you were his to protect and to fix, if need be. You were rough around the edges, that's for certain, but you would mellow out eventually if you ever forgave him. "She wouldn't let me explain."
"Oh, was this before or after you kissed her as an apology?" Sejanus matches the heavy statement with a laugh and Coryo rolls his eyes at his response.
"I just, I needed her to know I did it because I care. I thought she was dead."
"Okay, well, she told me where she's staying. Told me to stop by on a day off." Sejanus admits. "Maybe you should come with me."
"Maybe." He agrees.
It was another week of torturous loneliness before Coriolanus was graced with a day off, and not even so much graced as he had to trade with one of his bunkmates to have the same day off as Sejanus. As soon as they ate they grabbed a couple bags of ice to bring with them to help you and your new friends beat the heat- a peace offering, of sorts.
The early August sun beat down on their backs as they walked through the Seam, a decrepit and rundown residential area that Coryo had no doubt had never seen a single air conditioner in all its days. There's no way you were happy here. Even with the lightness of his t-shirt and the early hour, he still had to fight the urge to remove it and instead drape it over his head to shade his skin from the sun.
"There's nothing down here. She lied to you." Coryo mutters as the already crumbled road falls into nothing more than a trail.
"Y/N said we had to keep going past the road." Sejanus says, looking back at him over his shoulder. "You want to hate her so bad, but you can't."
"I certainly can." Coryo grumbles in denial. "She's giving me the runaround. Obviously, she gave you fake directions-"
"Are you sure about that?" His friend replies smugly, looking through the overgrown trees ahead at a small grey house circled in by a white fence that hadn't seen a wash in years.
Coriolanus doesn't say anything, mentally rolling his eyes at being proven wrong. "Alright, go knock, then." He gestures for his friend to go ahead.
"This is your big plan to win her over? Hide in the bushes while I go in?"
"No. I'm just sure she lied and a local drunk is about to open the door with a gun pointed at your head."
"Suit yourself." Sejanus replies lightheartedly, practically skipping up to the door and giving it a few gentle knocks before taking a step back.
It's only a few moments and lots of chatter from inside before the door is swung open. "Hello there, what can we do ya' for?" Lucy Gray grins, and Sejanus looks pointedly over his shoulder at Coryo.
"Hi, I'm Sejanus, I'm a friend of Y/N's from back home." He explains and she smiles.
"Of course! I thought I recognized you, come on in, she's out in the back but you can just pass right through." She lets him in, looking at Coryo standing just outside of the fence line.
"You coming, Coriolanus?" She asks, raising an eyebrow as she holds the door, leaning against the frame.
He plasters on a smile, nodding and walking up to her on the porch that he's shocked doesn't collapse under his feet. "How are you?" She grins at him. "It's good to see you."
"You too." He nods. "I'm glad to see you made it home safe."
"Hey, well, welcome to the club." She chuckles, closing the door behind him. "Y/N's just out back." She points toward the back door. "But she's not too keen about seeing you, you know."
"So I've heard." Coryo sighs. "The feeling is mutual."
"Then why are you here?" She asks her previous mentor calmly. He's stumped by this, unsure how to respond. "Well, if it helps, I'm real glad you're here. I missed you." Lucy Gray promises, leading him to the back door and swinging it open.
Your head turns at the appearance of Coryo's silhouette on the back stairs. You internally groan, of course Sejanus would bring him. "And you brought Coriolanus." You smile bitterly at your friend, sliding an ice cube from the bag across your bare collarbones over the shirt you had now cut the sleeves off completely to turn into a tube top.
"Yeah, well, I figured you might want to actually talk." Sejanus offers, raising an eyebrow at you.
"We wanted to make sure you were doing okay here. Living up to your high standards." Coryo replies for you.
"Do I look uncomfortable to you?" You ask, placing a hand on your hip. "Well, now you've seen it all. Thanks for coming, Coriolanus, but I'm clearly happy here, so you can be on your way. Don't you have a rebel to shoot at?"
"Hey, woah-" Sejanus chuckles, holding his hands out to you in mock surrender. "Y/N, we just wanted to visit. I know I speak for both of us when I say that we've missed you."
You sigh, rolling your eyes slightly. You were nothing if not polite, raised to be a flawless hostess in your own home. "Alright. Sit." You gesture to the patch of grass next to you, by the little garden you're digging into to start some fall flowers. You've always wanted to try a garden, but your family paid people to do that and you didn't have the time, so why would you?
Lucy Gray and Sejanus do most of the talking, and you try to avoid looking up much from the dirt you're digging up and the small seeds you're planting. Coriolanus is sitting too close to Lucy Gray for your comfort, but you've been working on your temper, and until he showed back up it was going really well.
"Lucy Gray!" Billy Taupe calls from the front of the house, drawing all of your attention. You'd seen more of him than you have cared to since you've been here, he just won't leave her alone.
"Oh lord, here we go." She huffs, standing up and brushing off her skirt.
"I'll come with you." Sejanus offers quickly, standing as well. You're reminded of how, apparently, he and Billy Taupe know each other but you still can't understand why. The two of them disappear around the side of the house, and you're left alone with Coriolanus.
You keep a straight face, continuing with your cycle. Dig a hole, move the dirt, bury the seed, water it, repeat.
"What are you planting?" He decides to break the silence, moving a little closer to you and leaning back on his palms.
"Flowers, some fruit." You mumble back, keeping your focus on your hands.
"Isn't it a bit late in the season?" He asks, head tilted as he watches you.
"Raspberries are perennials." You reply plainly. "And roses bloom until late fall, do they not?"
"They do." He nods in confirmation, smiling a little to himself. Raspberries and roses together. He wonders if you even know what you're doing, or if this was a subconscious yearning you didn't know you had; to be with him in every form.
"Then there's no harm in planting them now." You say, stopping to take a quick break. You lean back on your calves where you were kneeling, grabbing the ice bag that is now mostly melted to drink out of. You hold it out to Coryo when you're done, shaking it when he hesitates to take it from your hand. "Drink. It's hot, you'll get dehydrated quickly even just sitting out here."
Coryo takes it at that, looking away quickly when he catches that glimpse of pity in your eyes, the same look that plagued him in the weeks leading up the the games and after he thought you died. He hated it until then, but now, maybe it wasn't so bad. At least you were looking at him, and it seemed like it was some kind of inherent need you had to take care of him. The thought of that made his stomach flip.
"I'm sorry I snapped at you." You say suddenly, catching him so off guard he almost spits out his water. District life really must have been changing you, and it was worse than he imagined. It wasn't just the loose-fitting clothes that were one stitch away from falling off of your frame, however breathtaking they may somehow look. Now, Y/N Y/L/N was in the business of issuing apologies? Someone call a doctor. "I shouldn't have said... that. It was cruel."
Coryo nods slightly, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "I figured you didn't mean it."
"You were lucky they had already decided my guilt. I would have torn your head off by now, otherwise." That's the Y/N I know.
"Sejanus told me they were going to execute you."
"Well, not necessarily." You sigh, pulling your skirt back out of the way before digging your hands back into the dirt. "It wasn't stated, but it was service that was suggested. Possibly nursing, probably under my father back home. When I climbed out my window, they were discussing the possibility of having me turned into an Avox. Highbottom said I knew too much, but I know my father would rather shamelessly bury me than have his oldest turned into a symbol of rebellion." You explain, now seeing no harm in telling him the full story.
"What do you know, anyway?" Coriolanus asks. It had been bothering him for a long time, and up until a week ago, he thought you took those secrets to the grave.
"That he and my father are proprietors of the largest drug ring Panem has ever seen." You answer simply, a smug smile taking over your features as you press some dirt carefully over a planted seed. "The main storage is in a secret room in our wine cellar, an old bunker from the war. I stumbled into it when I was thirteen-ish. I mean, you wouldn't believe everything they had down there. I haven't seen anything like it. Actual gallons upon gallons of morphling, other addictive crap that'll ruin your life, even weed." You giggle, sitting back again to gesture with your hand how big everything is.
Coriolanus can feel his eyes going wide at your confession, and he stammers. "I- wow, uh..."
"Come on," You chuckle, tilting your head at him like it was obvious. "Doctors don't have that much power unless they're a game maker Like Gaul, or have that money to start. They make money, sure, but not like that."
"Well," He swallows, nodding slightly at the intake of information. "That explains you being able to walk all over Highbottom for so long." He chuckles. It all makes so much sense now, how both you and Highbottom have a seemingly endless supply of morphling on you, and your father had a decently sized sought-after medical practice, but nothing that could add up to the amount of power and influence he possessed back home. "And the weed you brought to Livia's seventeenth birthday party."
You laugh. "No one even knew what to do with it- we were all so damn sheltered." You hum, matching his smile. "Still, don't tell anyone, okay?"
"Wouldn't dream of it." He shakes his head.
"You sure? Because last I recall, you did snitch on me, Snow. And frame me, if I’m remembering correctly…"
Coryo sighs. "I know, I know... But I did mean what I said. I just- it was stupid, but I thought I could protect you. Genuinely."
You don't seem mad anymore, just smiling at him. "I know." You say, voice so sickly sweet and soft in a way he had only ever heard from you once before; when he was on the verge of a panic attack in the arena. You had told him that soon it would all be over, simultaneously you were right but you also couldn't have been more wrong.
You needed him to believe all was forgiven, and the small look of satisfaction on his face proves to you that it has worked. From here, the games were back on.
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bad-and-drawn-that-way · 8 months ago
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First of all, very in love with the digital reader fic you put out <3
But since reader expressed not knowing why they were in hell I just couldn't help myself from thinking about this-
Reader: I don't even know why I'm here, the hell did I ever do?
Lucifer: Didn't you crash over half of all the systems on earth when you were alive?
Reader: That was an accident! I was only trying to crash like...ten!
Just a goofy thought that popped into my head- destructive characters that are chaotic on accident my beloved lmao-
Kisses darling <3
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Sweet silly little Lucifer with his ducks. I feel like everyone thinks he's completely aware of everything happening in Hell at all times. Meanwhile, he's just making ducks and missing his daughter and can't remember the last time he ate.
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Digital Pet [Vox x Reader, but this is a Lucifer interaction]
What Do You Mean You Don't Know
You'd been surfing through the digital plane like any other day. Vox had his schedule completely full, so you were on your own the pass the time. You hopped between windows that led into various devices all around Hell.
It was hard to tell where you were most of the time, but a part of you was convinced that you could slip into the devices of demons outside the Pride Ring. You'd once seen hellhounds and succubi at a party when you'd peeked into a large screen behind a DJ on stage. The large venue was covered in honeycombs and you saw some sort of lava lamp-looking furry doing shots in the middle of the energized crowd. While the aesthetic was similar enough to what you'd seen in the sinner's little slice of Hell, it felt... different.
It was precious information you decided to hold close to your chest. Maybe you'd tell Vox one day but from everything you'd seen about his power-hungry reputation, you decided it may be best not to play your card too soon. For all you know, it was just an exclusive club with different vibes. It wasn't unheard of for demons from the other rings to come to the clubs in Pride.
You were floating through an endless hall of screens and lights, looking between the different windows into the world you couldn't hope to touch when you saw a face that made you double-take.
"Is that..." You float back and gasp as you get a closer look that confirms your suspicions. "Oh, you motherfucker!"
Lucifer let out a startled yelp, dropping the duck he'd been painting as he fell out of his chair. He'd just been minding his own business, listening to some light jazz while he made duckie replicas of his daughter and all her little friends at the hotel when a loud voice suddenly blasted over the music on his laptop.
He frowned as he looked down and saw his white pants splatted with the fresh red paint of Alastor's duck. He was on his ninth attempt at replicating the cocky jerk and had finally been on the verge of getting his stupid grin right when you startled him.
"Oh great," Lucifer grumbled as he pulled himself off of the ground. "It's already bad enough I have a growing pile of ducks dedicated to this prick, now he's ruining my clothes too."
Lucifer leaned over his desk, trying to see what sort of pop-up advertisement or virus had gotten on his system when he suddenly saw you watching him with crossed arms. Your small form glared at him from where you sat atop of his video player.
"A sinner...?" Lucifer blinked slowly before looking at you in awe. He could see your soul and recognized you as a person immediately. "What on Earth are you doing in there?"
"You tell me!" you point at him angrily. "You're the guy in charge of this shit, aren't you? What did I ever do to you?! I didn't do anything to deserve a worse Hell than everyone else."
"How should I know?" Lucifer squawked as he threw up his arms in defense... "I haven't gone outside in... wait, what day is it?"
"How do you not know?" You ask, the two of you amping each other up in your confusion. "You're Lucifer! This is literally your entire thing!"
"Uh, excuse you," Lucifer tsked as he placed a hand on his chest. "I'll have you know I am a man of ducks and dadness. Not keeping track of every soul that drops into Hell. Do you have any idea just how many of you die a day? A lot. Too many. Just. Please get better at staying alive, I beg you."
You deadpan at him before shaking your head with a sigh. "Well, do you at least know how to get me out of the digital plane? I'd like to actually eat food or let my feet touch the ground o-or sleep in a bed!"
"Uhh," Lucifer laughed nervously. "Yeaaaah, no. Nope. Sorry uh, no. Technology isn't something I really know anything about. I'd love to help but uh, yeah... no."
You groan, obviously disappointed in his answer as you flop over to the side and let your frustration win in the moment. You run a hand down your face and look up at the great devil of Hell with a sigh.
"Do you at least have any idea why I'm in Hell and not Heaven?"
Lucifer hummed, squinting at you as he ran a history check on your soul. It took a lot longer to find a reason than he expected, but then he finally landed on it.
"Ah, there it is," he muttered. "Looks like you ate the last slice of birthday cake in the fridge back in your college days."
Your jaw drops, for a couple of reasons. The top reason should have been that such a little thing damned your soul for eternity. However, your priorities were a bit skewed. Which became transparently obvious as you exclaimed, "Excuse me?! It was MY birthday cake!"
"Yeah, but they called dibs," Lucifer shook his head with a sigh. "Heaven takes dibs very seriously. And as you should know by now, I don't make the rules."
The powerful demon grumbled like a child as you recovered from the absolute bullshit that was your afterlife. It wasn't until you'd sat back up that you looked past Lucifer and finally noticed his room.
"Why the fuck are there so many ducks?"
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konigsblog · 2 years ago
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ghost nsfw alphabet
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warnings: smut, knife play, size kink, degrading, praising, underwear stealing, public sex, teasing, toys
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a- aftercare, what's their aftercare like?: i think it would depend, if you felt too weak and just wanted to cuddle up and go to bed he'd let you do that, but not before you've ate and drank and have been cleaned off. if you wanted aftercare, he'd run a hot bubbly bath for you both, he'd wash your hair for you and clean you off whilst you laid up against him, you head in his shoulder.
b- bodypart, whats their favourite bodypart and yours too?:
his: either your thighs or hair (i know it's not really a body part). he'd love to play with your hair, or braid it and brush it for you after sex, but he loves to thigh fuck you as well, or massage and feel you up whilst you're sat in his lap.
yours: his thighs too. your bare cunt rubbing against his thighs. you love it, so hungry fot him.
c- cum, anything to do with cum: he loves to cum in your mouth, and face. this doesn't mean he doesn't like cumming inside you aswell, he loves to watch it drip out of you.
d-dirty secret, what's their dirtiest secret?:
he loves to steal your underwear, it's always a lace one and he takes it right out of the laundy so it smells like you. he likes to use it to stuff his mouth to muffle his moans or to collect his cum with it.
e- experience, how many times have they had sex?:
before ghost met you, he used to have one night stands every now and then, he just wanted to feel something, to feel loved. which these one night stands never brought to him, he later gave up on one night stands and soon after he met you.
f- favourite position, whats their favourite positions?: call him boring, vanilla or whatever you want, but he likes missionary. seeing you whimper and squirm in pleasure underneath him. he loves to see your face and reactions, he pays close attention so next time he knows what you don't like and do like.
g- goofy, do they make jokes?: for ghost, no. hes very serious in the bed and believes that there's no time for jokes whilst making love to eachother.
h- hair, is he trimmed? does the carpet match the drapes?: he keeps himself fairly trimmed when he's on leave, otherwise when hes away on missions he doesn't bother to trim down there. it takes up time that could be used training.
i- intimacy, how intimate are they?: he likes romace, and especially romancing you. tease you in public by grinding up against you or slapping your ass. a few candles here and there.
j- jack off, how often are they jacking off?: i can imagine him to have a high sex drive. he'd send you videos of him jerking off and moaning your name. at this point he can't even keep you a secret because everyone has heard him scream your name before.
k- kink, what are their kinks?: size kink, knife kink, degrading+praising kink. he loves seeing your reaction when he puts his knife by your throat or inches it up your thigh to your cunt. never enough to make you bleed. he'd cut your clothes of you, and he loves your reactions to his words. it seems like you could get off on his words alone. "that's it, baby." while he ruts into you. "stupid fucking slut." as he drags his blade across your body.
l- location, where would he take you? public person or private?: he'd fuck you almost anywhere, as long as he was positive on not getting cought. you're at a restaurant and he sees you rub your thighs together in arousal? his fingers are sliding underneath your skirt and in your panties.
m- motivation: teasing gets him started but honestly he doesn't need that, but if your showing a little too much skin one night at a club you can expect to have fingers in your mouth as you try stifle your whimpers.
n- no, what wouldn't they do?: ghost would never do anything you hadn't agreed beforehand. he'd ask later instead of putting you on the spot. as well as piss and scat, he'd never do stuff that would gross either you or him out.
o- oral: when you tease him by sucking the tip, he might thrust up into your mouth, he loves hearing you gag on his dick. his hands will always be pushing you further unless you actually didn't want to. you best believe he gives the best head too. his tongue works wonders on your tight wet cunt.
p- pace, how fast do they go? slow, fast?: he goes fast and rough, pushing deep inside you. the cries you let out from overstimulation and pleasure drive him wild. you'll be able to feel him for a week.
q- quickies, are they a fan?: he doesn't mind them, every once and a while but he prefers to take his time with you. before he thrusts hard inside of you, he likes to overstimulate you. he wants to see you beg.
r- risk, are they a risk taker?: i said earlier, and he doesn't mind anywhere as long as he won't get caught.
s- stamina, can they go for multiple rounds?: due to his job, he has great stamina. he could go for multiple rounds. once hes worn you out he'll use your hand or his own to get off himself. bruises will be on your ass for a long period of time.
t- toys, do they experiment with toys?: ghost likes to use toys on you, and when hes away you get off using a dildo.
u- unfair, how much will he tease you?: he teases a lot, you will be begging him and crying from overstimulation like i said before. but, your whimpers and moans from him turn him on seeing you like that.
v- volume, are they loud?: ghost isn't very loud, he will grunt and pant so you know he's also enjoying himself.
x-ray, lets see what's going on under those clothes: since he's 193cm (6’4”) i think he'd be 6.2 inches flacid, 7.1 inches hard. it curves to the left and has a prominent vein on his shaft.
y- yearning: he's horny for you all the time, since he has a high sex drive.
z- zzz, do they fall asleep immediately?: no, because ghost needs to make sure you're okay. if you're needing/wanting aftercare he'll be up for 2 hours before the two of you fall asleep cuddled up against eachother.
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gingerparker · 1 year ago
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PULL ON MY THONG
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Pairing: College!Peter Parker X Reader
Summary: Peter needs a vacation. So, naturally, he goes to Vegas during his summer break. He's thin on cash and finds a job at a water park! The hot girl behind the bikini bar is a great bonus to his biweekly paycheck.
Warning: Fluff, sexual tension, teasing, slight body worship, drinking (both reader and Peter are 21+)
Word Count: 7158
A/N: let's pretend this wasn't a summer writing challenge... life happened HARD for it to be posted now.. but i hope y'all enjoy anyway ajsjjs DISCLAIMER!! i know the hotel i used here doesn't have a water park but i was too lazy to use a real one sooo it's an invented one!
It's too warm as soon as Peter exits the airport. It's a sticky and dry kind of warmth, no wind of any kind can be felt around him. His small luggage feels like it weighs 5 tons more than it did mere seconds ago and he realizes how stupid it is to have worn dark clothes.
Travellers push past him to find a cab of any kind to get out of the intense heat. Families get into larger Ubers and some are crazy enough to be walking out. Peter is not that determined.
He has to shuffle through the crowd to find a free cab, they are being filled much quicker than he would have thought. Thank god for his faster pace.
Inside the car, he's blasted with cool air, the sweat on his forehead seemingly evaporating.
The drive to his hotel is smooth. He chugs the rest of his water bottle minutes into the ride. Queen's weather didn't prepare him for this.
In only a few minutes he's on the strip. Billboards of all kinds flash around the cab. It's day outside yet he feels blinded by the colourful lights. He sees half-naked men posing with tourists for money as well as showgirls doing the same. He doesn't let his eyes linger too long. The sidewalk is full of people; after all, it's tourist season.
A bright pink flamingo catches his eye, his hotel seemingly calling out to him! Come, Peter! There's some air con in me maybe you could go to my bar or even check out my casin-
"Sir!" he's startled by the harsh voice that calls him, the cab driver.
"Yes?"
"We're here? I've taken you to your hotel" he gestures to the building they are parked next to.
"Oh! How much do I owe you?"
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"Y/N, I need you to do the night shift today! Bebe is stuck in St-George, you know how horrible the construction traffic is" Your boss, Xiomara, pleads over the phone. "And I can't come in I have an appointment with my OB"
"What about Charlize?" you ask.
Your phone is on speaker on your bed and you're already looking through the clean bikinis you have ready.
"I haven't been able to reach her, please please please!" she sounds so desperate that you laugh a little.
"Should I wear the blue holo set or go for the pink and red tie-dye one?" Mars squeals loudly, her voice cracks through the speaker on your phone.
"Tie-dye!! You're a lifesaver Y/N/N, I owe you"
"No worries babes, nothing exciting was happening with me tonight" You'll just have to reschedule your date with your vibrator for another day.
"I'll buy you breakfast on your next opening shift! Wait, that's tomorrow, oh god you're gonna be so tired. I can still try and reach Char-"
"Mars! Don't worry so much, keep it going and the baby will just shoot right out of you" you laugh as you pack your bag for the evening.
"I mean I wouldn't complain. I'm very much over pregnancy" she sighs and you only hum as an answer.
You both say your goodbyes and you're quickly doing a makeup look to match your uniform for the night.
Deep red lipstick, a thick black liner that frames your eyes just the way you like and a light amount of everything else. It heats up like crazy in the small bar so you don't want to be sweating it off in seconds. The finishing touch is some body shimmer, that's for the extra tips.
You live in a resort-like rental near the Vegas Strip. Your university funds top students from other states to live in these apartments. When you'd been accepted and offered to house you; you couldn't turn it down. Leaving New York was easy enough, your parents were always travelling for their jobs and your friends were leaving for other schools so it was an easy decision.
A big bonus was that it was only 10 minutes away by foot from your job in a hotel's adult pool.
You gathered all your things and made your way out.
Tuesday nights are the slowest nights. The restricted pool access you work in usually has a long cue to be let in but currently, there are only 5 people. 7 if you count the obviously underage girls that nervously fiddle with their fake IDS.
You've only made 50$ in tips so far which is pretty disheartening. Did you waste your best body shimmer for this?
After cleaning the bar for the third time in the last 10 minutes you give up pretending to be busy. Maybe you should make yourself a drink... A nice cranberry, vodka and watermelon purée slushy... You could even try the new bubblegum gin you received...
As you're trying to figure out what to mix the new alcohol with you spot a guy. A hot guy to be precise. He looks lost as he enters the area and pockets his wallet. His eyes are wide and they seem to be full of awe. First time in Vegas probably. His abs are what make your eyes follow him. For such a soft face the body he has is a pleasant surprise, muscles that don't look too bulky and that highlight the fact that he probably takes very good care of himself.
He looks like a Long Island ice tea type of guy, who likes alcohol but doesn't like tasting it all that much. You almost want to whistle at him or do anything to catch his eye.
He'd be a better date than your vibrator that's for sure.
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It's Peter's fifth day in Las Vegas and he just learned about his hotel's private pool. They only let people 21 years old and older in. All he knew was that there was a small water park, and the kids' screaming could be heard throughout the day.
There are more palm trees to cover up this part of the hotel's grounds, giving more privacy to whatever happens here. There's a large DJ booth elevated at the end of the pool and at least 3 different bars. The DJ obviously pressed shuffle on a Spotify playlist and decided to scroll through his phone. The 3 bartenders he sees look bored out of their minds and are seemingly playing a card game. Only about 20 other guests are enjoying the privacy of this section.
He chooses to go buy himself a drink, there's nothing much to do besides that and swim right now.
Right as he's about to go and disturb the guys playing cards he sees a little hut next to the jacuzzi. It's pure white and only has a sign on the front where it's written "Cheeky Chicks" with a bright pink bikini painted on.
His brows furrow before he steps back to look inside.
His eyes widen and his breath hitches. There stands a girl. A half-naked girl. A very very pretty half-naked girl. A girl that's already looking at him. Peter's knees might just give out under him. A smirk forms on your lips when you realised cute hot chiselled guy noticed you. This is going to be so much fun.
"Hi," you say while leaning forward on your bar a little. The guy's face heats up instantly. Red creeps up his chest and onto his face. Peter is incredibly weak for pretty girls.
"Hi," he manages to breathe out.
"Come over here," you say with a wink. No one can tell you that you aren't good at your job.
Peter nods and makes his way over to her. His steps are quicker than he initially wanted, he did want to look cool and nonchalant. Too late now!
"What's your name?" you ask when he reaches your hut.
"Um... I'm not sure" his brain is screaming the answer at him but all he can hear is "her eyes are up there, her eyes are up there, her eyes ar-"
"Mh that's unfortunate, guess I'll have to stick with sexy stranger" your smirk grows when his tongue comes out to lick his lips.
"Right, um, I'm Peter?"
"You sure about that babes?" his eyes get as wide as saucers, nicknames are appreciated... You make a mental note of this.
"Peter Parker," he says "That's my name" he nods to himself. Probably feeling very proud that he's remembered it. God, he's adorable your practically melting.
"Hi Peter Parker, I'm Y/N, it's nice to meet you hot stuff" You lean back to your normal position, he's been working very hard to keep his eyes in respectful eye contact.
"What can I get you, Pete?"
"Huh?"
"You walked up to my bar, don't you want a drink?" you gesture to all the alcohol you have around you.
"Oh! Um what's your favourite?" he looks at the numerous bottles around you.
"Anything turned into a slush" you answer honestly.
"Ok... Something with cherry?" he suggests with a tilt of his head. You nod and get to work.
If you mix your shaker more than usual who could fault you? It keeps his eyes on you as silence settles over. After adding a cherry and coconut slush to the alcohol mix you top it off with maraschino cherries and a bright pink swirly straw.
You hand it over to him, purposefully making contact with his hand. He takes a big sip and your stare falls to his neck. Thick but lean, muscular and so soft looking. He'd look so good with hickeys littered all over it. You could even trail some down, down, down... just under where his swimming trucks start. God, you really need to get off.
"So what do you think, babes?" you ask him as he brings his straw away from his lips. He nods excitedly as a smile spreads on his face. How can you want him to rearrange your insides and bake him a cake all at once?
"It's delicious! I can't even taste the alcohol you put in here" he nods seemingly approvingly and you smile smugly.
"That's how you know it's a dangerous drink" you wink, turning around to quickly put away the things you used to prepare Peter's drink.
"So how much do I owe you?" he takes his wallet out and opens it up with one hand.
Maybe this is your chance to be bold. Get a date out of this incredibly slow day?
"Mh it'll only cost you your phone number" you shrug with a smirk on your face. Peter sputters on the sip he'd taken and flushes from head to toe. He shakes his head quickly and puts down his cup.
"I have to pay you" he goes through the bills he has in his wallet, instantly paling. He counts them again to then meet your eyes anxiously. "Um, any luck this cost under 6$?" he laughs awkwardly taking out the six 1$ bill he had. You cringe and shake your head. Why must you go for the broke cutie? He sighs and shoves the bills into your tip jar.
"I'm sorry, my aunt always tells me to budget better but this trip has got me much shorter on cash than usual..." Peter puts his wallet away, already knowing it's best if leaves as fast as he can.
"How long are you staying in Vegas for?" your question surprises even yourself. You both expect to have him just walk away and forget this interaction happened... but alas you're incredibly weak.
"I don't know really... I bought a one-way ticket so... I'll probably try and get a ticket to leave at the end of summer" which is currently two and a half months away.
"And you already have no cash left??" you gasp. How is that even possible? "Do you have a job? Or a sugar daddy?" you add in a rushed tone, shocked at his quite reckless planning.
"Think I'd look good in a bikini?" he teases. Joking at a time like this? He might just be your soulmate.
"You'd look amazing in a bikini but this is a woman owed and woman run" You sigh dreamily at the thought of Peter in a bikini. New kink unlocked? Or are you just incredibly horny... "Although... one of the lifeguards at the water park quit! Maybe I could get a good word in for you" You start shutting off the lights in your little hut and locking up the coolers and stands around you.
"Now?" Peter exclaims. You ignore his shock and turn back to him. You spot his unfinished slushy and hand it back to him.
"Drink it at least, I'm not doing charity for you not to enjoy it" you tease him before making your way out, locking the side door and hanging up the "Closed" sign.
"Oh and I'm still expecting your phone number"
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That's how Peter Parker got himself a job at his hotel's water park. The man running it barely asked him what his name was before he was hired. They made sure that he had the right certification for a lifeguard job and the next day he was on the schedule. Well, they wrote him in with a Sharpie and they spelt his name wrong but he had a job!
The kids were... tolerable, the pay was ok and the conditions were bearable. His favourite part, however, is the hottie that always put extra cherries on his alcoholic slushes.
It's been three weeks now since he was able to pay back the first one, and it's also been three weeks since you've exchanged numbers.
You've been texting back and forth like crazy. Just facts about your days when you aren't working at the same time or you even like to have him pick out your bikini. He gets exceptionally shy and takes forever to answer but, surprisingly, he's got impeccable taste. Peter knows it's because of how attracted to you he is. Getting to know you has only deepened how doomed he is, how quickly his feelings have shifted from plain lust.
"So you haven't fucked yet?" Ned's voice is loud out of his phone speaker and it scares the shit out of Peter. He's on his lunch break and it's his weekly bro date with Ned. They have lately been full of your name.
"No, women and men can be friends. You know this" Peter knows full well that he'd ditch the friendship in a heartbeat for something more. He'll keep this act up tho, more gentlemanly... right?
"Not when they obviously wanna bone Pete... You're telling me not even a steamy make-out session?" Peter is glad they decided not to FaceTime because he knows what face Ned would be making right now and he doesn't want to see it.
"No" He wishes. He wishes so badly. Like it's actually starting to concern him how much he just wants you to sit on his lap, put your hands in his hair, maybe pull a little, definitely call him babes like you alw- See? He's going insane.
"That's sad Petey, get a move on! If Y/N is as hot as you say then you can't waste any time!" Ned's voice is so diplomatic it's weird but comforting.
"Oh. My. God. Babes you talk about me?" your chipper voice almost startles Peter off his seat and onto the suspiciously green floors.
Peter looks at you with a terrified expression on his face, like you've caught him mid-murder. Damn, his Peter Tingle for not warning him of your arrival!
"Is that her? Y/N! PETER WANTS TO FU-"
His phone is thrown across the room at record-breaking speed, destroying it. You barely seem surprised.
The silence that takes over the room gives Peter time to look you over. What you're wearing today has to be lingerie... just enough is left to the imagination and it's hypnotising. The way the slightest movement makes you look, the up and down of your chest as you breathe, how you look walking closer to him. Wait, walking closer??
His eyes snap up to meet yours as you walk over to him.
"Take me out tonight" You lean down to his eye level. The eye contact you hold is intense. So much is communicated through facial expressions. Peter's mind repeats your statement over and over, making sure he actually heard the right thing.
"Where?"
"Anywhere near an Apple Store so we can get you a new phone" you wink.
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Smoking hot date, check.
Carefully picked out outfit, check.
Cute but comfortable makeup, check.
Get Peter a new phone before the date actually starts, check.
You and Peter are now slowly making your way down the Vegas Strip. With the ending goal in mind to find someplace interesting to eat. You walked past many many different restaurants but nothing that made you stop walking.
Peter's hand holds yours loosely, the hot weather unsuitable for real hand-holding. He's wearing a light pink shirt with flamingos and flowers patterned around it, obviously, he hadn't packed a "date shirt" before leaving New York and bought it at his hotel. His legs are barely hidden away by his short jeans short that have numerous rips in them... God you want to bite his thighs.
"You're staring at my legs again" You can hear him smirking through the tone of his voice.
"Oh shut up!" you knock your shoulder onto his arm with a laugh.
"It's fine this most likely compensates for the number of times I've at your boobs... or your ass... or anything really when you have a bikini on" he gestures with his free hand to you. Most likely visualising a bikini on you now.
"Mh, that's true... I'll keep staring then!" you smile proudly winking at him. His face and neck flush pink as he ducks his head. He's so fun to tease always so responsive.
Conversation is easy. It always is. Your personalities mesh together perfectly which makes hanging out with him so fun.
This being more officially a date has put weight on both of your shoulders. Somehow, it's made a sliver of anxiety surround the both of you. It must mean you both want this date to go well; to have many more after.
"Oh! How about hot dogs?" Peter points to a small restaurant to his left.
"Those are probably, like funky hot dogs... I'm down, let's go!" you tug him towards Haute Doggery.
You're both greeted by a woman behind the counter when you walk in. The place is small, with four two-person tables and a high counter along one of the only bare walls. That said it's cosy and inviting so you're immediately excited.
"Wow! A foot-long hog dog??" Peter gasps as he reads the menu. You giggle at his reaction now reading the menu yourself. So many options to choose from... "Want to share two regular-sized speciality ones?"
"Only if we get fries" you nod seriously, now choosing a hot dog to share with him.
"I definitely want to try the mac and cheese one" Peter looks away from the menu to meet your eyes.
"Good choice! I saw we get that one and the breakfast one, I can never say no to hash browns"
Once you receive your order you make your way to one of the tables, ready to absolutely dig in. Peter takes the time to precisely cut in half both hot dogs and gives you your pieces.
"Cheers!" you say knocking your half with his before taking a generous bite of the breakfast delight.
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"So this is my room!" Peter shuffles inside his hotel room before holding the door open for you.
The room is nothing crazy. One queen bed in. the middle, a dresser with a tv on top of it, grey carpet flooring, pinkish walls, a bathroom and a balcony overlooking the pools and the waterpark.
You make your way over to his freshly made bed: thank you housekeeping. You sit down on it beckoning Peter over to you. He toes off his shoes in a hurry before practically lunging at the spot next to you. Cute.
"Had fun, cutie?" you look at him with seductive eyes and a warm smile. You want him to be putty in your hands.
Peter reacts immediately to the name you call him, blushing and wide-eyed.
"Yeah, you're easy to talk to and really sex- I mean smart. Really smart." his words seem to be tumbling out of his mouth in a panic.
"Babes, calm down!! You can compliment me. Physically too" you smack his chest feeling the firm muscle of his peck.
He only nods as an answer but keeps his eyes locked with yours. You're the one to break the eye contact to glance at his lips. You want to kiss him so bad...
"Can I kiss you?" Peter might be a mind reader.
"Please" is what you answer.
Kissing Peter is immediately addicting. He's so enthusiastic, kisses like his life depends on it. His left hand goes to your back and his right cradles your jaw. Your own move around his body. Gripping his muscles, tangling in his hair, slipping under his shirt. You're having a great time exploring his body.
You bite his bottom lip playfully, tugging it towards you and it makes Peter moan in delight.
"You're so hot, I'm going insane" he mumbles between desperate kisses.
You only hum in answer wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down above you. His body is so warm against yours like he's on fire. You tug off his shirt, to help him cool down is what you tell yourself.
"I know I see you without a shirt more than with one but this is so much sexier" you trail your fingers all. over. him.
Peter turns you onto your side to unzip your romper. His lips never leave yours, the contact staying feverish and fast. It's like he wants to eat you whole. Maybe he does, you'd let him.
The shrill sound of your ringtone startles you, causing you to knock your chin into Peter's nose as you look up.
He groans as you reach to silence the (incredibly rude) device. Unfortunately, your index has other plans and presses the accept call button.
"Y/N?" Xiomara... This can only mean bad news.
"I know you're on a date and I'm so incredibly sorry to be doing this. I just went into labour and you're literally in the hotel somewhere..." Her voice is strained and you breathe out in exasperation.
Peter's head drops into the crook of your neck. His hands don't start roaming, they travel, map your body out. Every single inch of skin he can reach. Inside the romper, your face, legs, arms... Anything and everything.
"I... I don't have a bikini" you manage to say.
"I really don't care what you wear. Actually, you know what I don't care about the bar right now never mind" She hangs up immediately.
"Thank fuck for that" Peter exclaims dragging the rest of your romper off.
You laugh as he readily gets back to what he was doing. His lips on yours, guided your hands into his hair and hips bucking into yours.
Yeah, this is so much better than taking over "Cheeky Chicks" for the evening.
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itsmebytch001 · 1 year ago
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The Final Straw:
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Note: You ever see Mommy Dearest? That's Diana 100%
As like every Friday afternoon in the billowing NYC winter Aaron would escort you to the designated Deli round 11th street trecking through the snow in your giant furry coat wait with you for about half an hour before Diana turned up and then wave you goodbye as you both dissapeard round the corner. Then when he was lone he would tidy the house, catch up on his mechanics and catch up with Miles, but once the quite set in and Aaron was remined how alone he was in the house he would usually go out night walking until early hours once his hands went blue, but this weekend was different.
With each passing weak you seemed more and more reluctant to go see Diana, you would cry and beg not to go, lock your bedroom door only for Aaron to pick the lock rather than kick it down, last week he literally had to carry you to the Deli as you refused to walk, and it wasn't like Aaron was unaware to Diana's antics, but whenever he asked you...
Aaron: "Baby, why don't you wanna go to your Moms?"
Y/n: "I don't want to talk about it I just can't go"
Aaron: "I cant go to the court-"
Y/n: "I am so sick of court I hate it there why can't I just stay here!"
Aaron: "Because that's not how it works, but if she's hurting you" He tried to place a hand on your shoulder only for you to shove it off.
Y/n: "She's not hurting me, I just don't wanna talk about it"
Even your Auntie Rio could not pry whatever was happening out of you even with all the bribary of new clothes shopping wasn't enough and so reluctanlty Aaron handed you over to Diana every Friday afternoon.
Meanwhile, while Aaron re- re organised his record collection, you were being pressed onto the floor by your own mother as she squashed your face onto the carpet she pulled out a pair of scissors and while your face met the soft ground and you cried and screamed for her to get off you felt the blunt end of the blade on your neck and she began to snip taking off a large clump of your hair as you thrashed under your Mother.
Diana: "You think your so pretty? So pretty, you think your gorgeous you stupid ungrateful little bitch!" She screamed lifting your head only to slap it back onto the carpet floor.
Y/n: "Please Mommy stop!"
Diana: "I Put up with you all weekend, and you come back and every week!" She again slammed you head into the carpeted floor.
Diana: "And I make you pretty, I do your hair I make you beautiful and you throw it all away!" She's crying, you can feel her tears hit your face as she continues to snip.
Diana: "You wanna look like your father?!"
Y/n: "NO! MOMMY NO!" Diana: "WE'LL SEE HOW PRETTY YOU ARE MATCHING THE BALD BASTARD!"
Y/n: "NOOO!" You screached out as you slipped out from under her, making a run for it down the hall and turning the door knob.
Diana: "GET BACK HERE YOUNG LADY!"
oh no oh no oh no
Just as the front door opens you feel her hand whisk past your head and you bolt down the hallway and out of the building, and as soon as you found yourself outside you knew you should have picked up your coat before dashing out, or at least put on more than your Pyjamas, onlookers observed you treking it back through the snow with no shoes on and with your hands under your armpits for warmth, it was so cold that your tears were freezing in the wind, you only got two blocks away before you heard police sirens, you froze on the spot only to turn to your right and see a familair face looking back at you in the darkness.
Jeff: "...Y/n?"
Y/n: "Oh...hey Uncle Jeff"
Jeff: "What are you doing ou- ARE YOU WEARING SHOES?!"
Y/n: "No..I didn't have time to put them on"
Jeff: "oh god Get in the car Y/n"
Y/n: "...I am in trouble?"
Jeff: "No No of course not just get in the car"
Y/n: "Can I sit in the front?"
Jeff: "Yes now come on in the car before you get frost bite"
And so once he opened the door you sat with your Uncle in the front of the police cruiser, wrapped in his winter coat like a baby in a blanket, you and Uncle Jeff never had a fantastic relationship so the drive was awfully awkward, though you did feel fancy fir being able to sit in the front of a police cruiser. As he drove in the direction of Diana's building your breathing became quick as your heart banged against your chest.
Y/n: "You can't take be back, I can't go back"
Jeff: "I'm not taking you back sweetie this is just the way back home"
Y/n: "...are you sure?"
Jeff: "Yes baby"
Jeff: "Did she cut your hair?"
Y/n: "No...I did"
Now, you never covered for your Mom out of love, only out the fear of how she may react, and what might happen to her if you really let the truth be told about how unhinged she could truly be.
Jeff: "Uh huh, you sure about that?"
Y/n: "Yeah, I used her scissors though"
Jeff: "Why did you only cut off one pig tail then? Is that a new trend, like a half n half look?"
why must he try and be funny, Just go on with it.
Y/n:" yes...This is a trend"
Jeff: "Y/n...You know you can tell us anything?"
Y/n: "I know"
Once you finally made it to Uncle Jeff's house where Miles was already asleep Rio was hysterically warming you up, making you tea, turning up the heating and pouring you a boiling hot bath that stinged to climb inside. And while you sat in the boiling bath your Auntie Rio cupped hot water in her hands and poured it onto your back in silence tutting to herself as she looked over your slightly bruised left cheek and half cut hair while Jeff in the next room called your father.
Calling Aaron Davis
Ring
Ring
Aaron: "Hello?"
Jeff: "Hey, uh so, Y/n's here"
Aaron: "What? Why isn't she at her Mom's?"
Jeff: "Well, uh we found her down her street barefoot"
Aaron: "What?! I-Jesus, oh my God okay, she she okay?"
Jeff: "Rio's got her in the bath...She's gone really quite I think she's in shock"
Aaron: "Okay, Okay I'll be over in ten"
And once Aaron got to the Morales home he saw you asleep curled up on the couch wearing a giant adult top. He sat next to you and rubbed your back lightly not wanting to wake you he whispered over to Jefferson.
Aaron: "What the fuck happened?!"
Jeff: "I don't know, I just found her wandering"
Rio: "I could not pry it out of here, I tried but she would not talk"
Aaron: "I can't...what happened to her hair?" He lightly pulled your hair to see half of it simply gone.
Jeff: "She said she did it, said it was a trend"
Rio: "I dout that, look at her"
Aaron: "It was Diana, this the type of thing she would do...I can't hand her over next week I won't"
Jeff: "Maybe File for emergency full custody, this will be enough to demand it"
Aaron: "Yeah...yeah" He mumbled stroking your head.
Aaron: "Ya'll mind if we sleepover, I don't wanna wake her"
Rio: "Of course" She nodded as she and Jeff made themselves back to their bedroom and Arron sprawled himself on the couch next to you, taking off his jacket and placing in on top of you.
Requets are open!
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geralts-yenn · 1 year ago
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Fighting demons
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Evan Marshall x female reader (second-person pov)
summary: You've been in a relationship with Evan for a while now, but somehow you are still stuck on first base. You start questioning if he's really that into you.
warnings: 18+, minors DNI! feeling of being rejected, mentioning of violence and trauma, scars, drinking alcohol, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving), hand job, protected p-in-v sex
word count: 4,3k
A/N: Ever since I started I need you know and brothers and beers, Evan spends a lot of time in my head. Which is nice 😁 And as a nonnie (is this always the same one? I guess so, anyway, thank you 🥰) asked for a next part, here it is...
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You adjusted the splint to your arm. Contently, you looked at yourself in the mirror. The weeks you had your arm in the cast were hard to endure. It was a relief that you were finally able to dress yourself without help. Although you had to admit that you really enjoyed when Evan helped you change your clothes. At least then you’d get some skin on skin contact with him.
It was about time that this happened in a different setting, you thought with a frown. But somehow it just didn’t. Evan came over to you every day. You ate dinner together, talked, cuddled on the couch while watching TV. He loved to kiss you senseless. But every time your hand tried to get under his shirt he stopped you. 
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First you thought he just wanted to take it slow, but now it had been weeks that you were together, and you felt like something was off. You should finally find the courage to ask him what was wrong. However, knowing yourself, you doubted this was happening. 
Walter watched Evan with his eyebrows drawn together as he gulped down the rest of his beer. He quickly got used to seeing his brother happy, so now that Evan was brooding again, Walter was worried. 
“Would you please talk to me?” he asked with a sigh. Evan didn't raise his head, he kept his eyes on the bottle that he turned between his hands nervously. A bitter chuckle left his lips. 
“What do you want to hear? That I'm fucking it up? That I'm too stupid to hold onto the one good thing that’s happened to me in a long time?” His eyes finally met Walter's. And his brother recognized the fear and desperation in Evan’s eyes. Walt put a hand over Evan's to stop him from rolling the bottle over the table. “Already thought it was about your girl. What happened?”
Evan clenched his jaw. He didn't want to talk about it. He didn't want to think about it. But he knew his older brother well enough to know that Walter wouldn't stop asking. 
“It's more about what is NOT happening.” Evan shook his head, snorting, averting his eyes again. 
“I can't, Walter. Every day I think I'm finally ready for it. To show it to her. To tell her. But as soon as she touches me, I'm freaking out.” Evan ran a hand over his face, biting on the knuckle of his index finger. He was searching for the right words while his brother watched him patiently.
“I don't want her to know. She's so innocent, so pure. I can't bring myself to be the one to tell her what a horrible world we're living in.”
Walter was quiet for quite some time before he finally answered. “Don’t sacrifice yourself. Not again. You’re allowed to be happy.” Evan opened his mouth to answer, but Walter held up his hand to stop him.  “You don’t have to tell her everything. If she’s just half as wonderful as you say, she’ll understand. But don’t make her feel like it’s her fault. She doesn’t deserve that. And you don’t, either.”
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When you opened the door for him, Evan greeted you with his adorable smile. “Baby, you look gorgeous.” His eyes traveled over your whole body, admiring your blouse and the jeans that hugged your curves just perfectly. 
“Enjoying your freedom without the cast?” he asked before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. 
You leaned into his caress with a hum. “I really do.” You bit on your lower lip, smiling mischievously at your boyfriend. ”I hope I get to enjoy it a little more tonight.”
Evan chuckled, but you couldn’t fight the nagging feeling that he just didn’t want to take the hint.
And as you rolled your hips you felt his erection press against your core. At least now you knew that your efforts didn’t leave him unaffected. You let your hand travel down over the firm muscles of his back and pressed yourself tight against his chest. You wished your second hand could join you in your explorations, but at least the splint wasn’t that much of an obstruction as the cast had been. 
He let go of you and walked into your kitchen “We still have time before we have to leave. I told Walter we’d be there by eight. Have you eaten yet?” You followed him and took his hand. Your eyes locked with his as you pulled him with you to the couch. “I did. The only hunger that needs to be tended to right now is for you to kiss me. You pushed him to sit and straddled his thighs. That was your favorite place to be in the world. Your hand found its way to the back of his head, your nails raking through his short velvety hair. Evan sighed as he shut his eyes. “This feels good.” Evan’s hands settled on your hips, pulling you closer.
The kiss you shared started off gently but the two of you didn’t waste much time before you deepened it. Evan’s tongue brushed over your lips, and you opened them for him. The touch of your tongues, the taste of Evan in your mouth, shot electric shocks right through you. Longingly, you squirmed in his arms. Damn, he was a good kisser. 
Evan grabbed your ass and pressed you against his hard length and you answered with a desperate moan. Without thinking, your hand found the hem of his shirt and your fingers sneaked under it, feeling the heat of his bare skin. 
Evan’s whole body tensed and he pulled his lips from yours. Nervously he glanced at his watch. “I think we should go, Walter is early most of the time anyway.” He didn’t even look you in the eyes. 
Frustrated, you dragged your leg over him and slumped down onto your couch. “What is this, Evan? The one moment you’re all over me and the next you stop and act as if nothing had happened? Did I misread this whole thing? Don’t you want me?”
Evan sighed, and you noticed that he was still averting his gaze. “I want you. I really do. It’s just… difficult. We’ll talk about it, I promise. Just give me a little more time.”
You got up and adjusted your blouse, your eyes brimming with tears. Evan followed and wrapped his arms around you. “I'm sorry. It's not because of you. You are perfect.” He kissed the top of your head.
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You fought back the tears and nodded. “Okay, we'll talk about it another time. Let's go and meet your brother.”
Walter smiled when he saw the two of you enter the pub. It was a nice change to see Evan with his arm wrapped around a girl. He stood to greet you, surprising you with a warm hug.
And soon you decided that Walter was pleasant company. Not much of a talker but a great listener with a soft smile and kind eyes, watching you attentively.
“That obvious, huh? I really don’t want to push anything. His rejection just makes me so awfully insecure. And I’m scared of losing him.” Now it was Walter’s turn to shake his head. 
But as much as you tried to enjoy your evening, there was this tension between you and Evan. You were nervous and insecure. Not a feeling that was foreign to you. With Evan though, it was new. You didn’t dare to touch him and the few times his hands brushed over your body, you flinched. Evan seemed to be tense, too. You missed the smile that was usually on his lips when he looked at you.
When Evan left for the restrooms, you felt Walter’s hand grab yours. “Don’t question his feelings for you. He likes you, very much so. You just have to be patient with him. He’s got some demons to deal with.” You shook your head, a small smile for Walter on your lips. 
“You’re not going to lose him.” He paused for a brief moment, looking deep into your eyes, as if he needed to decide if he should go on. “You know, there’s a reason why I check on him daily. He’s been through a hard time. But if you keep showing him that he can trust you, that he is safe with you, he’ll open up. It’s going to be fine.” Walter chuckled softly. “Damn, you should hear how he talks about you. He’s head over heels, trust me.”
“Thank you, Walter. Guess it’s time for me to be patient and take care. I owe it to him after everything he’s done for me.”
Evan got back to you and as he sat down, you took his hand and laced your fingers with his. The surprise that flashed over his face turned into a smile that grew wider as you snuggled into his chest. Across the table you saw how Walter gave you a small wink. 
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As you stood on your porch, Evan pressed a little kiss on your forehead. “Thank you for the evening. It was a nice change after sitting on the couch for weeks,” you told him and you meant it. After your little talk with Walter, you felt better than the last days, when you had been questioning Evan’s feelings for you. 
“Actually, I was hoping to get onto your couch for a little more tonight.” Evan whispered as his lips moved across your neck, spreading kisses on your skin in between every word. 
He pinned you to your door, his mouth crashing onto yours. His tongue brushed over your lips and you pliantly opened them for him, inviting his tongue to explore you. You moaned into his mouth as his teeth caught your lower lip. But then he pulled away from you and you took a deep breath to fill your lungs again. He lifted his head and locked his eyes with yours. You had never seen him like this. It was as if he were staring right into your soul.  “I need to tell you about something.” 
Your heart was racing and your hands trembled as you unlocked the door. Whatever it was, what Evan had to tell you, you felt that it was going to change your relationship with him. But if the way he kissed you gave anything away, you were not going to lose him. At least that was what you were trying to tell yourself as you stepped into your house with him, ignoring the panic that started to rise in your chest.
You kicked off your shoes and Evan took your hand to guide you to the couch. He sat down and pulled you onto his lap. As if he knew how much you felt safe and sheltered in his arms. You let out a breath you hadn’t even noticed you were holding.
“I’m sorry!” he began. “I know I hurt you with my behavior. But that was never my intention.” His hand cupped your cheek as he watched you with a sad expression on his face. 
“There’s something I need to show you, so you understand.”
Evan moved you to sit on the couch and kneeled on the floor before you. He held your hands in his and shut his eyes, clearly needing a moment to go on. A moment that you gladly gave him, now that he finally trusted you enough to open up to you. Evan took a sharp breath and then he grabbed the hem of his shirt with crossed arms and pulled it over his head. The dim light in the room fell onto his chest and you gasped. There were deep scars carved into his skin. Scars that clearly weren’t caused by an accident. They were forming a cryptic symbol on his chest. 
Your hand reached out but you stopped yourself before you met his skin, not sure if he could endure your touch. But Evan took your hand in his and guided it to his chest. Under your fingers you felt his heart beating excruciatingly fast. 
Your voice broke when you finally dared to speak. “What happened to you, Evan?” you asked him, not sure if you really wanted to hear the answer. But Evan took the decision on that upon himself.
“I can’t tell you, my love. Not because I don’t trust you.” He pulled you closer to him, his eyes not moving from yours as he pressed his forehead against yours. “It’s because I need to protect you. There are things in this world that I don’t want you to know about. Things I wish I could forget, too. But I can’t.” He pressed a soft kiss on your cheek. “But when I’m with you, I’m as far away from these horrible memories as I can be, and I’m so incredibly thankful to have you in my life. You fill my heart with love and happiness instead.”
He moved your hand with his over his scarred skin. “Can you be with me, even if I can’t tell you everything about my past?” You noticed the fear in his voice at his question. Evan was scared of losing you, too, you realized. And that was when something in you broke and you started crying. 
You couldn’t fully process what all of this meant, but one thing you were sure of: The man who kneeled in front of you was honestly asking you to be part of his life and you wanted nothing more than this. It didn’t matter that he wouldn’t tell you about the scars. It didn’t matter what had happened in the past. Evan had made your life so much better in the past weeks and if he wanted you to be there for him, you would. Your heart was his. 
And that’s what you told him. In between sobs, you told him that it’s okay, that you want him to be part of your life. And then you said something, way too soon, but it was the truth and when it was out you couldn’t take it back anymore. “I love you, Evan.” It was just a whisper, but he heard it and his eyes got wide. And then he kissed you in a way he had never before. 
All the emotions washed over you as your lips and tongues moved so desperately against each other. You slipped from the couch right into Evan’s lap. He held you so tight that you could hardly breathe, but you just didn’t care. Hectically, he pulled your blouse out of your jeans and as his hands touched your bare waist, you let out a desperate moan. He had touched you there before, when he had helped you get changed, but now it felt different. You needed to feel him. You needed to feel all of him. With urgency, you started to pull the straps on your splint to get rid of it. Evan helped you with the trained movements of a medic, and he pressed soft kisses down your arm when it was finally free. 
You got up and pulled Evan with you. In between kisses and touches, you both stumbled into your bedroom. Somehow Evan had managed to open all the buttons of your blouse when you stopped at the edge of your bed. Evan’s chest was heaving as he watched you. His fingers brushed over your skin. Starting at your neck, he trailed down your collarbone to your sternum and the valley between your breasts. His thumb brushed over your hardened nipple that was clearly visible through the sheer fabric of your bra. 
Your own hands moved along his sides. Your injured arm felt inept but the sensation of feeling Evan’s warm skin under your touch was worth every effort. You nipped at his throat and got a deep moan in response. 
Evan slowly guided you to lay onto the mattress and brushed your blouse down your shoulders while doing so. He settled between your legs and resumed his assault on your mouth. Your breath hitched as you felt him running his hands over your body, one finally resting on your chest while the other trailed down your side. When he met your hip you couldn’t stop yourself from lifting it, pressing yourself against him.  You felt like you had never been so desperate to be touched. There was a longing deep inside of you that needed to be stilled. 
“Please, Evan!” you begged, not knowing what exactly you were asking of him, but Evan knew better than yourself what you were craving. His slender fingers finally started to unbutton your jeans and he crawled backwards to pull them from your legs. He moved up your body again, spreading kisses over your thighs as he passed them and you gasped when he stopped with his face just inches from your throbbing core. 
“May I?” he asked you, his voice gravelly and thick as his fingers hooked under the elastics of your panties. You weren't able to do anything else but nod, but for Evan this was enough to go on, and he rolled down your satin underwear. A toothy smile, stretching from ear to ear, slowly emerged on his face as he noticed the damp spot that had formed on the fabric. 
He started with chaste kisses and little nips, trailing excruciatingly slow from your belly downwards. Moving almost carefully, his tongue parted your folds, and brushed ever so lightly over your hooded clit. You whimpered, your hands cradling his head to show him that you wanted him exactly where he was. Keeping his slow pace, he lapped and sucked your sensitive pearl. His fingers circled your entrance to gather your arousal before he pushed one into you. You cried out his name at the sensation, and you felt Evan’s lips forming into a content smile. He added a second finger, pumping into you, searching for your most sensitive spot, while his mouth kept working on your clit. Evan growled as he felt your walls tighten around his digits and he doubled his efforts until he brought you over the edge. Your legs clenched around his head as you came all over his mouth. 
Evan wiggled himself free from where you had trapped him, chuckling. “Oh my god, sorry!” you gasped, opening your legs to let him go. But Evan laughed quietly. “Don’t apologize for this, please” he told you, and you saw in his eyes that he meant it. 
You were still a little embarrassed but decided to ignore it, so you pulled Evan up to you and distracted yourself by pressing a firm kiss on his lips. Evan answered with the same enthusiasm, parting his lips for you. His hands were on your chest again, rolling your hardened buds between his fingers. You moaned into his mouth as you felt the tension in your core build again. 
Careful, not to overburden your injured arm, you guided Evan to lay down on his back. “Please help me balance out that wardrobe situation, Evan!” you requested and he obliged gladly. He got rid of his pants and briefs in a few fast movements and let himself fall back on the bed again. When you rolled half on top of him, his hands moved to the clasp of your bra that he was now so used to open and close. You dropped your last piece of garment on the floor and finally took in the sight in front of you. Evan lay on your bed, his chest heaving and watching you with hooded eyes. Your eyes moved from his beautiful face down his chest where his scars stood out over the rest of his skin that was covered in a soft tuft of hair. His frame formed a V, wide shoulders and a narrow waist. You traced the line of his Adonis belt with your fingers and Evan’s hard cock twitched in response. 
You took this as an invitation and wrapped your hand around his length. Evan moaned as you trailed your thumb from the head to the root of his dick, tracing a vein. Then you tightened your grip again and started to stroke him in languid motions. “Fuck, baby, this feels so good!” Evan cursed. “Please! I need to feel you.” 
Without any hesitation, you reached for your nightstand and grabbed a condom from the drawer. You had been waiting for this long enough, now that he was finally ready, you needed to feel Evan inside of you. You sheathed his cock and stroked him a few more times while you straddled his thighs. Evan looked up at you with an expression you couldn’t quite name. It was lust, but mixed with something else. Could it be adoration? Whatever it was, the look he gave you sent a million butterflies through your stomach. 
You lifted your hips and guided his cock to your entrance. His face lit up in a soft smile that only half hid his desperation when you stopped moving for a second. But when you sank down on him, he lost control over his emotions. He threw his head back with a loud growl, his hands grabbing the sheets. 
You resisted the urge to move faster, trying to adjust your breathing with Evan’s as you started to roll your hips. Your eyes gazing at each other, you slowly moved up and down, engulfing his cock in your warmth. Hands found each other and you laced your fingers with Evan’s. He bit his lip as he watched you move on top of him. “Damn, baby, you’re beautiful.” he hummed, barely audible. His hands moved along the insides of your arms, making you shiver, until they were wrapped around your breasts. He rolled and pinched your hardened nipples and kneaded the soft flesh of your mounds as you rode him. 
He looked stunning, his face covered in a thin layer of sweat, his eyes half shut in lust. You leaned down and kissed him. Your tongues danced in the same lazy rhythm as your hips. But with the new angle, your bundle of nerves brushed over Evan with every move and you soon lost your will to go slow. You increased your pace and Evan followed you, burying his heels into the bed, so he could thrust up to you.
You felt how both of you got more and more consumed with desire. When you left his lips, leaning up again, you pulled Evan with you. You both wrapped your arms and legs around each other, getting as close as possible. Eyes locked on one another, you started to move faster again, rolling and grinding your hips. Evan rutted into you with the same hunger for release. And it didn’t take long until you felt your climax build and you cried out his name when it washed over you. Evan buried himself deep into you a few more times until he found his own relief.
Both of you let your heads fall onto the other's shoulder, gasping for air. When he had steadied his breath again, Evan rolled you onto the bed and finally pulled out of you. You sighed as he left you empty, but Evan made up for it by covering your face and neck in kisses. After a deep and passionate kiss, he got up and took care of the condom. You stood, too and went for the bathroom. When you had finished cleaning up you watched yourself in the mirror and couldn’t suppress a giggle. Your cheeks were flushed and you looked positively spent. But when you got back into your bedroom your smile froze on your face. Evan was fully clothed, he had even gotten his shirt that he had left on the couch. He was ready to leave you. 
“Please stay!” you told him, not hiding the disappointment in your voice. Evan sighed and pulled you into a tight embrace. “Sorry, baby, but I don’t think this is a good idea.” He pressed a kiss on op of your head. “I’m having trouble sleeping, and I don’t want to meddle with your rest.” he looked apologetic at you, but you shook your head stubbornly.
“No! You’ll stay. I need you here with me tonight.” you told him decisively. Evan frowned, still hesitant over the idea of spending the night in your bed. But when you started undressing him again, he didn’t protest. “I will probably be tossing around. Maybe even shouting” was his last objection that you just ignored. Then he helped you to get him out of his clothes again. You crawled under your duvet and you gladly took the place in his arm that he offered you, resting your head on his chest. The chest that he had hidden from you for so long. A single tear ran down your cheek as you realized how much it meant for him to let you near. 
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You were woken up by a hand gripping tight on your waist and quiet whimpers at your neck. It took you a moment until you remembered it was Evan lying next to you. The dim light of your alarm clock told you it was shortly after 4am. You turned and saw his face illuminated faintly, a grimace of pain written on it. “No!” he whispered in between sobs. “No, please! Let me go!”
“Shush” you cooed. “You’re safe. I’m here, Evan, and you are safe.” You wrapped your arms tight around him and covered his face in kisses, softly whispering more soothing words to him. After a while, he relaxed. His face softened and he had stopped the whimpers that had held your heart in a tight grip. You pressed another kiss on his cheek and Evan finally opened his eyes. His expression lit up as he saw you and you let out a breath you were holding when a smile formed on his lips. Evan pulled you even tighter, as close as possible, before kissing the corner of your mouth. “Thank you!” he mumbled with a hoarse voice. And after another of those deep stares right into your soul, he added: “I love you, too.”
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satureja13 · 8 months ago
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Vlad's Therapy Game - Part 1
When Vlad and Tiny Can arrived at their home, there was no sign of Jeb and Kiyoshi. Eventually they found them sleeping - in Jeb's bed. It's afternoon already. (Kiyoshi moved in with Jeb after Saiwa and Jack had left. To console each other. And to keep Kiyoshi from going back into the tree...)
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Vlad sighed the ultimate sigh. And there he thought they'd be more stable to test the Therapy Game than Sai, Jack and Ji Ho... He woke them up, fed them and dragged them up to the rooftop for a little yoga and meditation practice. But Jeb standing and moving right in front of Kiyoshi is not conducting - at all. As if it weren't weird enough between these two.
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Luckily Tiny Can was soon ready to start. Vlad connected him with PACkeD (the 'Postage and Communication Device') at the Corner Store... They also have their own Controller Arm, Game Mat and glasses for each of them here, so they only have to move Tiny Can between the lots.
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And since Jeb and Kiyoshi aren't in a good condition either, Vlad is going to playtest next. Sai already made a few adjustments and Tiny Can will stop when Vlad tells him so. Jeb and Kiyoshi will also make sure he's safe, should something go wrong. Vlad: "Ok, let's do this." (What? No inspiring speech?) Tiny Can beeps excitedly. ... (loading)
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It is - theoretically - possible to also connect with Saiwa, but they decided against it. For privacy (since Sai isn't as close with Kiyoshi and Jeb as he is with Jack, Vlad and Ji Ho. It feels wrong to witness their therapy sessions), for safety (since they still can't be sure if the Council or Arturo or someone else here in the Otherworld can wiretap into their remote conversations via PACkeD) and for the sake of Saiwa and Jack's souls' welfare... Vlad also only has one destination to load. Will he be locked up too?
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It works!
Vlad: "Oh we have a loading screen now! It seems the game is called 'The One'... It's one of Jack's designs - minus the name. That must be Tiny Can's idea." Jeb: "There seems to be a story behind. This sounds really interesting. Imagine how amazing this could be - if it works!"
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Vlad found himself riding on Diablo, in an insanely beautiful world - also insanely green. And he was dressed in insanely hilarious clothes... He'll have to talk with Sai about this, omg. And he felt very hungry all out of sudden. He hadn't felt hungry before he entered the game. So the AI can let them feel in a certain way? Wow.
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There is a village on the top of the hill and Vlad decided to approach and find something to eat. Sai really did a good job. No distortions anymore. The view is crystal clear. Vlad even can smell the flowers and feel the fresh breeze. And he can hear the birds sing and the humming of the river. And how the water glitters and sparkles. As if he were really there. It feels and looks so real. No wonder Jack was so shocked.
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Vlad eventually reached the village and decided to end this session here to look after Jeb and Kiyoshi. He'd already neglected them for too long for the Game. The Therapy Game works just fine and it won't run away.
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He took a last look around and patted and dismounted Diablo. He feels so real too. Amazing. He can't wait to come back and explore this beautiful world. He's glad it went so well after the disaster poor Jack had to face. This will reasure the others so they lose their fears and continue their therapy. It will get easier now that they know what awaits them. A therapy in such a beautiful place - luckily they didn't give up. They went a long way to finally get here, oh my.
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Though, he still wonders why he wears such stupid clothes when they own their own fashion store... (You look beautiful in anything you wear, Vlad. Don't worry.)
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Vlad: "Tiny Can, end session." Tiny Can answered with a streak of excited beeps and Vlad was back save and sound. Phew. Ready for his next quest: Care for Jeb and Kiyoshi... And let Sai, Jack and Ji Ho know that everything went well. They'd been so worried.
Vlad also noticed that he wasn't hungry anymore. So whatever happens ingame, it will stop as soon as they exit the simulation. That's a relief.
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'In the merry month of June from me home I started Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted Saluted Father dear, kissed me darling mother Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born Cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins A brand new pair of brogues, rattlin' o'er the bogs Frightenin' all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin
One two three four five Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the way to Dublin, Whack fol lol le rah!'
Rocky Road to Dublin - The Ramparts (There are countless versions of this old irish song from the 19th century written by D. K. Gavan. This one is an a capella version and it's utterly amazing.)
From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest 🕹️ 'Therapy Game' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 17-22 ~ 23-28
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finalgirlkateausten · 3 months ago
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the stakes are high, the water's rough
set during "fire and water". kate has a lot of pent-up energy, and it looks to her like claire and aaron could use a bodyguard. claire tries to get her friend to relax.
"Kate, come here."
Kate pauses, scuffing the toe of her boot in the sand. She turns briefly to glance at Claire before scanning the horizon once more. "Hm? Whatcha need?"
"Just thought you might want to sit down," Claire answers. "I mean, you're pacing like a guard dog." She laughs.
Kate sighs, pulling the elastic from her hair. The braid is giving her a headache. "I don't want to sit down. I've been sitting enough. Ever since that asshole grabbed me off the side of the mountain Jack has barely let me leave camp." She frowns, kicking the sand harder. It sprays toward Claire's shaded picnic blanket. "Not that he tells me what to do, I just-- ugh!"
Claire pats the blanket, giving Kate a tired smile. "Come sit down."
Kate drops obediently with a groan, kicking her boots off so she can tuck her feet underneath her. "Boys are stupid. My ten-year-old self had the right idea."
Claire giggles. "You don't think it's sweet, how worried he is? Every time I see you two together, Jack is staring at you like an adorable little puppy. I think you're lucky."
She's right, which makes Kate feel even more guilty. "I tried to go hunting yesterday," she says, pressing her fingers into the blanket hard enough to make dents in the sand beneath. "I speared a couple squirrel-looking things. It put me in a good mood, 'cause we haven't had much meat lately. And then I got back and Jack was asking everyone he ran into if they'd seen me... and it didn't make me angry. I just felt bad for worrying him. I don't know-- I didn't realize once we started talking about our feelings, they would just... get everywhere."
Claire raises her eyebrows. "Well... at least he hasn't tried to drown your baby."
Kate winces, her eyes falling to where Aaron is snoozing in his mother's arms. "I'm really sorry about Charlie."
"I thought he'd changed," Claire says, her voice shaking. "For the better, I mean. We've all moved past the things we went through before the crash... but when I saw what was inside those statues..."
Kate swallows hard. She's definitely had a few late-night conversations with Jack that she couldn't have voiced in the light of the day, but Claire's right-- Charlie has actively chosen to backpedal, to make things worse for himself and everyone else.
"I don't think he wants to hurt you," she says slowly, "either of you. He's just..." she trails off, realizing she has no idea how Charlie and Claire have ended up here. "I mean, if he is using, he's living in a very different world than the rest of us."
Claire's mouth forms a moue of disappointment. "I want him to come back," she admits. "As scared as I am, of what he wants with Aaron now, I miss him. But I don't know how to help him."
Kate stares out toward the horizon and thinks about white-knuckling a steering wheel as gunshots ring out. "Not everyone can be helped," she rasps.
"Maybe not," Claire agrees, with a heavy sigh. "But I think you can help him." She lifts her chin, and Kate follows her gaze to where Jack is handing pills to Sawyer. Even from here, she thinks he looks tired.
She'll help him sleep tonight, when they're not sweaty and stressed and weighed down by the dozen other things they have to focus on. Now, though...
"I'd rather be your bodyguard," she tells Claire with a grin.
"Let's make a deal, then," Claire retorts, offering her own dimpled smile. "When I don't need a bodyguard anymore... you tell Jack you don't need one either." She looks serious now. "Tell him it wasn't his fault."
Kate's stomach flips, and for a moment she tastes dirty cloth in her mouth again. But Claire is right.
The younger woman is holding out her pinky, and Kate can't help but laugh. She interlocks her own with it. "Deal."
As soon as they let go, there's the sound of shouting from further down the beach. Claire's smile drops.
"I'd better get bodyguarding," Kate says with a scowl. "Don't worry, Claire, okay? It'll work out."
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brinxxxx · 1 year ago
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A Bang Chan FF (content warning 18+!!) (smut)
Whipped For You
Chapter 8: Thunderous
Chan POV:
Last night...was amazing. I wasn't expecting her to go through with it. But after the first time we relaxed into each other touch, enjoying the nice company until I felt my cum dripping down my leg. Until the opportunity to do something I've never done before but I knew she would LOVE.
I went down to her heat and licked her out. My cum and her juiced in my mouth i kissed her the moans she made made me rock hard again and we fucked for a second time. This time rougher than the last. Honestly it felt like I was in heaven.
I got ready to go to work. I checked my phone. No missed calls or messages. I change into my clothes and leave Y/N in peace. I left her a note I didn't want to leave without saying anything. It felt nice to finally have that time with her. That special moment. It was perfect. I wanted more. I wanted her.
I got to the office where the boys were sitting outside my office "what's up? You all look constipated?"
"Hyung you've not seen the articles have you?"
"What do you mean Changbin?"
He have me his phone. My "fiancé" posted another stupid article about me sleeping around. Not coming home when asked. Yet she can have a boyfriend and no one bats an eye. I get a text from Y/N.
"You told me she wouldn't care! You told me she wouldn't bat an eye. Wtf is this!?"
"Y/N calm down. I'll fix it"
"I knew we shouldn't have spent the night together. She's gonna kill me."
"She won't."
"I don't believe you."
"CHAN! Dude. Stop texting and listen. Where did you go last night if you didn't go home?"
"I was home"
"Chan you're in the same clothes as last night. You're bad at lying"
"Okay this doesn't go anywhere else but here okay...? Can we got one do your offices. I don't trust mine to be safe "
We go to Lee Knows office. They all sit down staring me. "Don't freak out. I was with Y/N last night."
"I KNEW IT!" Seungmin and Hyunjin cried.
"MY SISTER!?" Lee know pointed out. Not shocked but still grossed out.
"Lee know Hyung! WHAT!?"
"That's a story for another time. We can circle back. Chan are you serious did you..."
"Yes we had sex. Last night and this morning. Please keep this between us I don't want PDnim getting involved. See how she found out and is posting it everywhere however she doesn't say WHO I was with.  Still. Please. Can we find a way to shut these articles down? I need to call my father. I have little over 6 months to avoid marriage. I need your help to make it happen. Me and Y/N. Can you do that?"
"Hyung we aren't a match making service. What the fuck are we meant to do?"
"Report articles to stay this ain't true.
Do them to but if there's loads of us doing that it'll get the message across that she's spitting fake news. Though it's not but it's not the point. I want my relationship with Y/N to be private. Okay?"
"Yes Hyung" they shout. Ready to battle.
*a few hours later.*
Author POV:
After a few hours the guys as a collective managed to come up with articles that were good enough to divert the claims on Chan and aiming at his soon be to wife. Chan's father was livid at her. Not at him. He was very happy that he found someone after trying for so many years.
Which is weird since he was the one to make them get married in the first place. Anyways. Chan texts Y/N about the news.
*Chans text:*
Chan-ah: hey babygirl. It's okay we have worked things out. So no need to stress okay? I'm sorry for scaring you and upsetting you. Please don't hate me.
Babygirl:
Hey Daddy, it's okay im calmer now
*sends a naughty pic to Chan*
It's a shame Daddy has to work all day when im at home looking like this hmmm?
Chan-ah: ohhh Babygirl. You can't do that. You can't tease Daddy like that. Remember bad girls get punished.
He was enjoying how confident she was all of a sudden. He secretly wanted more but wouldn't be able to control his pants situation if it did continue. Chan was deep in though when his soon to be wife calls him...
"Take those articles down. Right now Chan!"
"You're the one who's been boasting about a fake relationship I seem to be having. Which by the way thanks for the heads up I didn't know I was in some sort of relationship with another woman! *he lies* seriously. You have a boyfriend. You have your person why are you making this difficult for me. You know if I don't find someone we still get married. We don't want that do we!?"
"No you don't want that but I still do!"
"What why!?"
"Why do you think Chan? Don't worry it's not out of love. Ewww. I don't love you like that."
"For the money?"
"Wow Daddy's boy is smart! Yes dumbass. I want the money. Then get an emolument and go out septet ways"
"You didn't read the contract huh? It says we cannot split up. No matter what. If we are married to to each other till death parts us."
"I don't want that."
"Me neither. So cut the crap and stop messing with my life. Please."
"Okay fine but if you piss me off I will come down on you like s tone of bricks. Got that?"
"Yes sure now please im working."
He hangs up. He looks at his phone 20 messages from Y/N. All photos and videos of her. Captions saying "Daddy's not here to play so I guess I have to myself."
"Daddy's not answering me"
So on and so forth. Chan runs to the toilet and watches the videos of you. Playing with yourself. Screaming his name. The moans. It was all so hot. Too hot infact. It was getting to lunch time and chan had the perfect plan.
He calmly walks out managing to hide his bulging erection. "Hey guys I'm gonna go home and get changed into more appropriate clothes. I'll see you after lunch?"
They nodd. They knew exactly where he was going. And it wasn't home.
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urlocalfaggot · 2 years ago
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Fandom: My hero academia
Character: Katsuki Bakugou
angst to fluff
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Am I Not Good Enough? (part 4)
Bakugou was the only one in the dorms, other than the (h/c) haired male. He walked up the stairs and stood in front of (M/n)’s dorm. Bakugou decided to do two little, but audible, knokes on the door. He wanted for a while but didn't get any response. So the male decided to go inside his lover's dorm. Only to see the (h/c) haired boy passed out on his bed. ‘Heh.. he was so tired he didn't even bother to take off his uniform.’ Bakugou went to shake (M/n) but the boy didn't wake up. ‘Damn. He's knocked out.’ Bakugou decided that since it looked like the boy wasn't going to wake up any time soon, he would change him out of the probably stuffy uniform into some more comfortable clothes. After he did that he was deciding on what he should do now. So he did something he hasn't done in a long time. He climbed on the bed and cuddled his boyfriend. It felt so nice that he was almost in tears. He missed this. He was such an ass to his boyfriend. But he is determined to make it up any way he possibly can. About 4 hours pass and Bakugou ends up waking up to the feeling of someone moving. It was (M/n). He was slurring in his sleep. (M/n), now half awake, tries to get up, or at least move, but can't. Bakugou tightened his hold on him. ‘Huh?’ The (h/c) haired male wondered why he couldn't get up. “Mmm.. don't get up.” Bakugou mumbled cuddling further into (M/n). His eyes widened, now fully awake. “Katsuki, what are you doing here?! Let go of me!” He yelled trying to wiggle out of his boyfriend's hold. “No. I'm not letting go. I want to show you I love you. I want to show you I'm sorry. Because I am. I'm sorry for being a jerk. For not giving you the attention you need and deserve. I'm sorry for blowing you off for two weeks. For being the worst boyfriend ever.. I'm sorry..” Bakugou said while tears were coming down his face. (M/n)’s heart hurt hearing the pain in Katsuki's voice. He knew the blonde was genuinely sorry for his mistakes so he tried to turn around but couldn't. Bakugou didn't want his boyfriend to see him in this crying state. “Katsuki, let me turn around. Please?” (M/n) asked in a gentle voice. Bakugou hesitantly loosened his grip on (M/n)'s waist. He turned to look at his boyfriend, only to feel as if he was going to cry himself. Bakugou had tears running down his face, his eyebrows scrunched up, his lip was quivering, and he bit his lower lip so his sobs couldn't escape. “I'm sorr-'' Bakugou continued to try and apologize only to be cut off by a pair of lips. (M/n) missed the feeling of his boyfriend's slightly ruffer lips on his. Bakugou quickly melted into the kiss, he too missing the feeling of his boyfriends lips on his. He started to cry more tears. Bakugou then again wondered why the hell he blew off the most important person in the world to him. He was stupid. But he won't be again. He knows his mistake. And Bakugou being Bakugou, he isn't going to make that mistake twice. (M/n) broke the kiss and lightly guided his boyfriend's head on his chest. Bakugou snuggled closer to him. “I missed this..” Bakugou mumbled. “Me too.” (M/n) said, playing with Bakugou's hair. “I'm sorry.” The blond boy apologized again. “Katsuki it's ok. I forgive you ok? No more sorry. I love you.” the (h/c) haired boy says, hugging Bakugou slightly tighter. “I love you too.’’ (M/n) cupped Bakugou’s cheek, the blond boy’s crimson red eyes looked into (e/c) orbs that held a look of love and admiration. Bakugou leaned into the light touch. (M/n) then leaned in to place another kiss on the blonde boy. The kiss was filled with so much love. They stayed like that for a good while before pulling away. They both stared into each other's eyes. Both pairs of eyes held looks of admiration. Both boys were happy to be with each other again.
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this shit made me cryyy.
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paralyze-fic · 1 year ago
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Paralyze.
Chapter 35
After I had taken Katsuki to his room, I left him to shower and change.
And I had to do the same.
My erection had almost gone completely soft, so when I got in the shower it didn't take long for it to go back to its normal size. But now that I had time on my own...
The memory of Katsuki moaning and gasping my name had me aroused yet embarrassed. My embarrassment made me cover my face with my palms as I felt the warm water running down my (back/chest.)
What had gotten into me all of a sudden?! I mean... I don't regret it, at all, but I told Katsuki I wouldn't do anything he didn't want... and I just did that.
While I was scolding myself for my selfish behaviour, my phone rang, and the ringtone for Katsuki's contact echoed inside the bathroom walls.
I closed the shower and wrapped my towel around my hips, getting out and grabbing my phone.
It was a message.
BabySuki;
Don't rack your brain over something stupid.
I wanted you to keep going, so don't you fucking dare think you forced me.
And also...
I'm going to kill you soon.
I finished reading the last message as they popped up on the screen, and I had to wait a few seconds before another one was sent.
I choked with my own spit.
It was a picture. Katsuki was standing in front of the mirror, his shirt off his body and water dripping down his chest, but the red bite marks around his nipples were really noticeable, and his neck had a few but they were more subtle.
I didn't think they would look like that!
His nipples were a darker pink and slightly swollen, with teeth marks around both of them, along with some small purple hickeys around them.
My face felt warm and I tore my eyes away from the screen, only to have my (e/c) eyes landing on my reflection, noticing a deep bite mark on my shoulder.
It was darker than the ones Katsuki had but there were also some nail marks on my upper back too. And I quickly snapped a picture of them.
;You marked me too, puppy.
I heard a scream and the popping noise of small explosions on the other side of the wall, and that made me chuckle.
Then we're even.
And don't call me puppy!
;But I've always thought you were a cute little angry puppy.
;The cutest Pomeranian on earth.
I walked out of my room with my phone in hand, placing it on my desk and turning around to take out clean clothes from my dresser. Yes, I changed when I came here earlier, but I needed to wash those anyway.
While I pulled up my sweatpants over my underwear, I heard a knock on the door.
Who can it be...? Izuku, maybe?
I walked up to it, drying my hair with the towel, and I pushed the knob door down. The door was open from the outside and then a body collided with mine.
I almost fell on my ass, but I was quick enough to hold myself up by grabbing my desk, the towel in my hand falling onto the floor.
"If you're going to say embarrassing shit... say them looking me in the eyes," Katsuki backed away from my neck to stare at me, our eyes locking.
I chuckled and wrapped my arms around him, lifting him off the ground. Katsuki bent his legs instead of wrapping them around my hips and he had an adorable smile on his face now, his crimson eyes staring at my (e/c) ones and then down to my lips.
"You came here just to tell me that, puppy?" He blushed as I said it and he bit his bottom lip, the corners of his mouth trembling as I noticed him resisting the urge to smile, "How can you be so damn cute, Suki? I love how you become when you're with me," I placed a kiss on the tip of his nose, and he scoffed.
"You pathetically missed, my lips aren't there." I smiled at him and put him down, so I was towering over his muscular body.
"If you wanted me to kiss you, you could've done it yourself," he groaned at my teasing and placed his palms on my shoulders.
"That wouldn't have been fun, would it?," he smirked and stood on his tippy toes, "Why do you have to be so tall, damn it? I can't reach your lips..." he tried to stretch his neck up, but the struggle was making his body shake from the effort.
Katsuki looked cute -like he always does, I won't ever get tired of thinking that-, but I decided he had enough, so I got closer to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and held him against me, making him arch his back slightly, and kissing his red, plump and tempting lips. I thought we already looked like those typical dramatic kisses, but then Katsuki lifted his legs to my hip.
Now it definitely was a dramatic kiss.
However, the moment was broken when my phone went off again, and Katsuki tried to hold me in place to prevent me from breaking our kiss, but I poked his sides and that made him back away in an instant.
I chuckled.
I grabbed my phone and stared at the screen.
BunnyZuku:
Dinner's ready (M/n)-kun.
;Okay, thanks Izuku, we'll be there soon.
"Let's go, dinner is ready." I opened one of my drawers and took out a black tank top with thick straps to cover the bite on my shoulder. Katsuki stood beside me and stared at me up and down.
That made me feel self-conscious.
"W-what...?" He licked his bottom lip before biting it.
"Nothing, you should be shirtless more often." I felt my face heat up at his comment and I fondled with the hem of my top. "Also, do you have something to hide this?" Looking up, he was signalling to the subtle marks on his neck. If you didn't know they were there, they were pretty much invisible, but it was probably just to be safe.
And that's when remembered that I had a turtleneck tank top, well it was a compression shirt I rarely ever used, so I looked around for it.
"This?" I held it up for him to take and he grabbed it, shrugging and taking his shirt off. I swallowed hard and looked away.
"You can stare, you know? I don't mind." His tone was teasing and I had to cover my face with my hands.
"Stop with the teasing, Suki." He scoffed a laugh and held my arm.
"Let's go, I'm hungry."
Moving my hands away from my face I glanced at him. The shirt was kinda loose on him, which made him look adorable in it.
I silently admired him for a bit until we arrived at the common room.
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fangirlwriting-stories · 1 year ago
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They Say You Can't Fight Fate (I Say Fucking Watch Me)
Chapter One
Chapter Two:
Roman and Remus were both experts at cheating the system by now.  Roman showed up here often enough that he was trusted to take Remus out on day trips sometimes.  They didn’t happen nearly as often as Remus liked, but they happened every now and then.  They’d gone to rage rooms and carnivals and on long drives through the countryside.  The memories were some of Remus’ happiest.
Roman told the people in charge of Remus’ care that he wanted to take him out on their birthday the next month, to get Remus a cake he could shove his face into (that part was actually true.  Remus had always wanted to do that during a year when he could remember it instead of just as a one-year-old, which he could not remember and was therefore completely unfair).
They gave him the go-ahead, and it was like a weight suddenly lifted from Remus’ shoulders.  Suddenly nothing was so bad, because all of this absolute bullshit had an end date.  Remus made sure not to show his relief, but holy shit did he feel it.
When the day arrived, they gave Remus a set of normal clothes and a day pass, and Roman showed up as soon as visiting hours started.
Remus wasn’t quite sure what to feel as he was walking towards Roman’s car.  The whole world seemed slightly off kilter somehow, as if someone had boxed Remus on the ears and now they were ringing.
As the car came into view Remus felt a gentle hand on his arm.
He turned to see Roman mouthing his name— no, wait, he was talking.  Okay, maybe the ringing ears were actually happening.
Remus shook his head, trying to clear it.  “What?” he asked.  His voice sounded like he was underwater.
Roman looked at him for another minute, and then just shook his head, took Remus’ arm, and pulled them both towards the car.
Remus stared out the window as they drove away, at the building getting smaller and smaller behind them.  Was he really never going to see it again?
Roman’s hand on his arm again finally snapped his brain back to reality, and Remus glanced over at him.
Roman was looking at the road, but the concern was still obvious on his face.  “Are you okay?” he asked.
“I don’t know how to exist outside that fucking place, Roman,” Remus said weakly.
“It’s okay,” Roman said, squeezing his arm.  “I’ll help you figure it out.”
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Remus asked, turning in his seat to look at him more directly.
“A little late to be asking that, isn’t it?” Roman asked.
“Well, no, not really.  We could just go get a cake and you could take me—” Remus stopped and swallowed the words, unable to say it.
Roman gave him a look.  “Yeah, sure I could,” he said.  “You’d be fine.”
“But you’re giving up your life,” Remus said, looking back out the window.  “Mom and Dad, your future, your friends.”
“What friends?  You’re my friend.”
Remus turned to stare at Roman again.  “What, are you telling me you don’t have any friends?”
Roman’s hands tightened around the wheel.  “No one could figure out how to stop making fun of you long enough to make a good impression.”
Remus kept staring at him.
“I do not want,” Roman said firmly.  “Anything this stupid town gives me.  And more than that, I don’t want to stay here if it means I might lose you.  The only thing this place has ever done for me is make me feel worthless, and then it took away the one person who didn’t make me feel that way.  Why would I want to stay here a second longer than I have to either?”
Remus reached across himself with his free arm and squeezed Roman’s hand.  “You’re not worthless,” he said quietly.
“Maybe,” Roman said.  “But I do know that I’m never gonna find out if I stick around here and keep waiting for things to change.  I’m tired of letting other people tell me what to do.  Especially when it comes to you.  So let’s go shove our face in a cake and then we’re gonna head west until the car gives out.  Sound good to you?”
Remus took all that in for a second and nodded, looking back out the window.  Even though he couldn’t see the mental hospital in the rear view mirror anymore, it still didn’t feel real.
Roman drove through town, which looked different from the last time Remus had seen it a couple years ago.  The ice cream shop was closed down in favor of the Dairy Queen that had moved in, which was just the worst.  The school was shabbier, with still no repairs in sight.  Their house, that Roman drove by once for the heck of it but Remus barely remembered, looked the same as it apparently always did.
(Roman slowed as they approached the house, and asked Remus if he wanted to say goodbye to their parents.  Remus flipped off the house, said “There, said it,” and then they drove on.  The experience did remind Roman to turn off his Find My Phone app though, so their parents were good for one minuscule thing after all.)
They stopped at the cake shop, where the baker waved at Roman as he walked in and disappeared into the back, likely to get the cake.  Roman must have set this up beforehand.
He reappeared with a simple cake, since obviously Roman couldn’t tip anyone off what they were planning.  So it just said “Happy Birthday To Us!”  It was a sheet cake long enough for the two of them both to fit alongside, so Remus lined up next to Roman, the two of them shared a grin, and then shoved their faces into the cake.
The baker sighed, seeming a tad irritated, but Remus stuck his tongue out into the section his head was in and managed to get a couple bites of cake down.
He pulled his head up to a universe covered in cake and very difficult to see.  His face was covered in cake and frosting, and he tried as best he could to lick it off, laughing at Roman standing next to him doing the same.
The baker passed them both a couple of towels, and they both used it to wipe a decent amount of cake off of their faces, though Remus still managed to eat some of it.
“There’s a bathroom in the back,” the baker said with a sigh, picking up the ruined cake that Remus got the feeling he didn’t like having ruined and carrying it into the back, followed by Roman and Remus.
They both headed into the bathroom he directed them to, and Remus used the towel and the sink to wipe off the rest of his face and hair.
“How is he in the cake business if he doesn’t want to make smash cakes?” Remus asked Roman as he stepped back from the sink.
Roman raised his hands in a shrug and started cleaning off his own face.  “Maybe they’re just not a big part of his business.”
“Or maybe he just wants to have his cake and eat it too,” Remus said with a grin.
Roman gave him a deadpan look.  “Dude, come on.  Don’t go for the low-hanging fruit.”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” Remus said brightly.  “I’ve missed all the opportunities to make terrible jokes that don’t have to do with mental hospitals.  Let me broaden my horizons.”
Roman shook his head, but he was wearing a fond smile, and he didn’t say anything else.
They headed back out to the car, grabbing the real cake Roman had gotten them to eat on the way out, and then Roman drove them back the other direction, towards the edge of town.
Remus watched the houses fly past with a growing grin on his face, and when they finally passed the “Come Back Soon” sign, he rolled down his window and flipped that off too, then stuck his head out the window and screamed, just for the hell of it.
“Careful,” Roman said with a laugh.  “We’ve got a ways to go before they can’t track us with ease, you know!”
In answer, Remus screamed again.
He did climb back into the car after a second though, and beamed out at the signs of the countryside starting to pass them.  Remus couldn’t ever imagine living in a city.  It might have been easier to hide, but Remus was never going to live surrounded by walls ever again.  No walls, none.  He needed space space space.
They drove for three hours before stopping for gas, and Remus didn’t stop smiling once.
“How are we gonna afford gas by the way?” he asked.
In answer, Roman flashed three of their parents’ credit cards, and Remus cackled.  Yes, they’d probably shut them off eventually, but not before they both got far, far away.
They bought a bunch of snacks from the gas station too, and Roman bought two sets of pocket knives.
They got back to the car, but before they headed out again, Roman grabbed Remus’ arm.
“What?” Remus asked.
“Well, you won’t need this any more,” Roman said, and Remus looked down just in time to see him use the pocket knife to cut off his day pass bracelet.
Remus stopped smiling, and looked down at his arm with nothing wrapped around it.  Roman pulled away and drove off without seeming to give it much thought, but Remus turned to the window so Roman couldn’t see the faint look on his face as he stared down at his arm.  His soulmark was still there, but the medical bracelet he’d taken off when they gave him the day pass was gone, and the day pass was gone now too, meaning nothing anyone could see could instantly tie him to that place, and no stranger they met would know Remus was supposed to be behind cold stone walls living his life by someone else’s assumptions of how he was feeling.
He wasn’t quite sure when he started crying, but eventually he was looking away from his wrist and out at the fields racing past them, tears dripping down his face.
They made it a good way from the exit of the highway before he started to sob, but Roman pulled the car over anyway, turning to Remus in alarm.
“Re?” he asked.  “Re, are you okay?”
Remus didn’t have the first clue how to articulate anything he was feeling, so instead he held up his wrist, gestured to it, and made vague broken sounds.
Roman got it, because Roman always got it, so he put the hazard lights on, parked the car, and reached across the space to pull Remus into a hug.  Remus sobbed into Roman’s arms for a good ten minutes, and Roman thankfully didn’t say anything, just held him close and let him.
There were stories about your soulmate understanding you more than anyone else, and Remus had always thought those stories were bullshit, because Roman got him better than any stranger he hadn’t met ever could.  But if this was really what they were doing, if they were deciding they were soulmates because they fucking said so, and the universe could piss off, then Remus… well.
He could almost get it.
...
Chapter Three
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