#but i will probably never have 3k$ spare

[divinesolas]

The hour of the wolf

summary: You make an offer for an old friend. You offer up anything to make sure his life is spared. What the wolf wants shocks you more than anything.

Cregan Stark x Beesbury!Reader

w.c: 3k

c.w: SPOILERS FOR FUTURE EVENTS OF HOTD; the hour of the wolf, mutual pining, soft? cregan, SMUT !, oral (male and fem), minor fingering (fem), face sitting, dirty talk, lord kink, hairy cregan, p in v, minor bearded cregan, breeding kink, minorly proofread

a.n: literally just a reimagining of the black aly and cregan scene from the books, i hate that fact that they rlly might cut black aly from the show let me kms.

perm cregan taglist (open!)

The room is far too hot. The glares of the men in the room far too intense. Words unspoken louder than anything. You had been sitting in this room for hours now, the arguing the anger seemingly never ending. You understand him. A stark never does forget his oaths that much has become very clear to you.

The fur covered man turns his back to the group after some harsh words leave his lips. You decide enough is enough and turn to the other men in the room. “Leave us.” Oscar and benjicot give each other nervous looks before turning back to you. “y/n…” You place a hand on Oscar's shoulder and squeeze it, “I have this, trust me.” He hesitates for a few moments before he nods and with the help of benjicot clears out the council room leaving you alone with the wolf of the north.

His back is still turned to you, staring at the window with a glare in his eyes. “My lord-” “I have done all that you all have asked. I have agreed to not storm on the green castles, i have given my men, i have been merciful to those who should have been marked to death i will not relent on this.” He had finally begun to face you, his face angry. You can see the stress of the last days weighting down on his face, a noticeable stubble from not being able to shave, bags under his eyes, he looked exhausted and you felt awful

Corlys Velaryon. once a man who you would have considered a good friend turned turncloak. The new king had pardoned his crimes along with the rest of you except for cregan, so stuck in his justice it will not stop until he has his head. Thought he had pardoned corlys, when you had went to the king to see to cregan being stopped, not wishing to fight one of the only men he trusted he did nothing to fight the northern leaving you all to try to persuade him yourselves.

You understood his anger. Having vowed himself to the queen and the late prince and both now dead due to the greens. “i’m afraid i cannot relent on this as well my lord.” You knew corlys did what he had to. maybe you would have not done the same in his place but it did not matter to you. Cregan huffs, pushing off the table he was leaning on to walk past you. “then there is nothing for us to speak of.”

You do not try to grab him as he walks past as much as you wish to. you only knew the lord stark for a year now but he had become a good friend to you and you like to think you were one to him as well. it took him awhile to open up to you, the northern not interested in speaking to most and was flat out rude to most but you persevered and was rewarded by earning the favor of the stark, leading him to seek out your council.

You felt more for the stark. More that was beyond friendship. you were a minor lady from minor house, the war and the growing tensions and battles with the hightowers leaving you even worse for wares and he was probably the most powerful man in the realm right now as well as a recent widow. He would want nothing to do with you if it were not for you insistence and you’re sure after this is all said and done if he does not agree to be the kings hand permanently this will be the last time you ever hear from the man.

Yet you are desperate. you so badly don’t want him to do this. corlys’ life more valuable than many realize. “what can i offer you?”

You voice cracks as you speak, whipping around to see his retreating form paused at your words but he does not turn around. you take a deep breath as you take the steps towards him. every step you take he steps back. “grant me this one thing and i shall never ask another thing from you ever again. If you do i shall have sonnets and songs written of you, tales of your great strength and wisdom. Grant this one wish and i will do anything you desire.”

His back hits the wall and he pears down at you with a tilted head as you stand firmly in front of him. not closely enough to be touching but close enough you can smell him, woodsmoke musk of his skin. He’s quiet but the look in his eyes shows Hes thinking about your words. You begin to grow a bit nervous when a light smile creeps up on his face. “I shall grant you your wish.”

“and what in return?”

“you.”

You stumble back while cregan remains rooted where he is, watching you with delight. “you misspeak.” “i do not.” you shake your head furiously. he cannot truly mean that as much as your skin crawls and your heart pounds you cannot accept his words. “If you are looking for a wife i am more than happy to help you find one.” “i am not looking for a wife. i want you.”

You pace around the room, tugging at the collar of your black and yellow dress. The room suddenly having grown hot and you dress uncomfortable. “There are many lovely ladies,” “im sure there are,” “The war has left many without a husband as awful as it is to speak. i would be more than happy help set you up with a couple meetings with them.” “is one of them with you? i will attend that one.”

You turn to him and almost wish you could curse at him and his pleased face. “my lord please.” his face drops and he grabs your hand tugging you into him. His hand softly coming to your face, the obvious look of affection in his eyes makes your stomach churn. “a hand for a head. give me your hand and i will do as you say. i will do as you say for the rest of my life.”

You take a couple deep breaths in disbelief, he wanted you. “A hand for a head. i will give you as you ask.” He leans in closer to you, you almost feel as though he is going to kiss you and you close your eyes in anticipation but he pauses right as your lips are about to touch and you hear him chuckle lightly. “You want me as well.” It is not a question but despite that you nod and his lips are pressed against yours. You can feel him hum and smile against your lips. He is an animal, hungerly eating at your lips like he is a starved man, as if he had been waiting for this for far too long.

You try your best to meet him all the same but he completely consumes you and you can do nothing but submit to him. When you pull apart you both stare at one another with lust in your eyes. So when you lightly step back he stares at your curiously until you sink down onto your knees and his breathing stops. “What do you think you’re doing?” You trace your hands along his thighs as you peer up at him. “doing my best to please you my lord.” he groans in delight and licks his lips. “will you allow me to my lord.” “if you do not put me in your mouth right now i will push you down and fuck you on the floor like a whore.” You wish his words did not affect you like they did, you can feel how soaked you are, you might as well be dripping onto your feet.

He allows you to grab at his pants and watches as you pull them down exposing them fully. He is huge. How in the hells were you even going to put this thing in your mouth? You can see the hair that trails up towards his stomach, the veins that line up and down him pulse with need while he lightly drips out some precum. As if driven by pure lust you reach out and lick at the drops that spill out of him, sucking around his tip to see if you can get anymore. You must be doing something right because he groans at your actions, grabbing the back of your head as you continue to push him further into your mouth. “fuck you feel so fucking good.” You whine lightly at his praise as begin to rub yourself onto the heel of your foot. When you moan around him he pushes you greedily further into him. “you feeling good too? such a greedy girl.”

You have no real clue what you’re doing but cregan helps you every step of the way, and when you put him fully in your mouth, your nose is buried in his hair. His hand on the back of your head pulling you closer and further until you get a good rhythm yourself and he lets you do as you please. “so fucking good for me fuck.” You can tell he’s close to cracking, his grip on your head grows tighter and his panting gets heavier, his words of praise turn into slurs of mumbles of nothing. He tries to pull you off not wanting to overwhelm you, “its too much.” But you keep firm and hes flowing into your mouth, you almost choke but pull yourself off of him and swallow down his salty seed.

You almost look up at him to try and see what his reaction was but you instead yelp as you’re pulled up and thrown over his shoulder. “what are you doing?!” he pulls up his pants and readjusts himself before he walks out of the room with you still over his shoulder. people stare as you walk past but nobody dares to question the hand so they all continue about their business. you even see oscar on your way who shoots you a bewildered look but you just throw your hands up in confusion and embarrassment.

You realize he is taking you to his room. He shuts the door with his foot and tosses you onto the bed. He strips himself of his furs and clothes where he’s standing bare in front of you. He truly was a man and you gulped. Greedily admiring his hairy body as he strode towards you with the utmost confidence. “If you do not want this you will tell.” You nod, “With your words.” You shiver, “yes..” hes pleased but gives you a look. “yes,,,?” you purse your lips before answering him, “yes my lord.”

He kisses you and leans on top of you until you’re laying on your back. You feel his fingers trailing up your leg and push past your underwear to push two fingers inside of you. You grip onto his shoulder and gasp as he begins to work his fingers in and out of you. “you’re dripping down my fingers, look at you pretty girl.” you shudder against him as he continues to work at you. He suddenly pulls away and you whine but he kisses your complaints away. “sit on my face.” Your brows furrow together in confusion, “what?” He chuckles, his hair tickling your face and shoulders. “just do as i say.”

Despite your confusion you nod, trusting your future husband who rolls the two of you over and you’re suddenly on top of him. He pulls every string and pushes away every piece of fabric under you sit just as bare as he is. You almost fold your arms to cover yourself but his hands grab yours as he continues to admire you with heart eyes. “you are the most beautiful lady i have ever seen.” Your face burns as you turn your head away from him. “sweet talker.” “I mean every word.”

He lays all the way back and it suddenly becomes abundantly clear what it means and you are alarmed. “You will suffocate.” He laughs and shakes his head as he continues to try and pull you up to his face. “a real man would not, trust me.” “this cannot be right.” “it will be good i promise. trust me. i want to.” Despite your doubts and worries you allow yourself to hover over his face lightly, his beard scratches at your face. you hear him sigh as he kisses your thigh, “I said sit.” He suddenly pulls you down and you’re fully sitting down on his face and he begins to lap at you.

You were not the most innocent women, having touched yourself a fair share of times but this was a completely different experience. His tongue laps at you eagerly, drinking up every drop while his hands knead your sides. You grip onto his hair as you as, your eyes closed and you throw your head back in pleasure. You keel over when his hands move you to grind on top of his face, his nose rubbing against your bud and your hips eagerly begin to move to try to get more and more friction. with every call of his name he hums and groans into you sending shockwaves down your spine.

You can do nothing to stop yourself from releasing all over his face. you mumble apologies but he simply eagerly licks up every drop before suddenly flipping you over and hovering over you. his face gleams with the shine of your essence. “ive been wanting to do that for too fucking long.” you turn away as your face heats, he turns your head back towards him and pecks you on the lips. “I hope you know i am being truthful, my words do not stem from purely desire. i love you.” Your breathe escapes you and your hands come up to cup his face, “my lord…” “cregan.” a smile plays on your face, “cregan, i have loved you since the moment i met you.” His face softens at your words, “even when i was an ass?” “especially when you were an ass.” He shakes his head in humor before he presses his lips against yours once again.

His hardness his your thigh and you moan. “i dont wish to force you.” “I want you to cregan. take me.” He wraps your legs around his hips as he aligns himself up to you, “if it hurts too much tell me.” you nod and your heart continues to pound in anticipation. It does hurt, it hurts like hell as his hard cock pushes its way past your walls, you find yourself biting his shoulder and he groans at your actions. When he bottoms out he pauses, allowing you enough time to adjust to him. Its hard to, when he is so big and you can feel every vein and the way he throbs against you. He pecks kisses around your face and down your neck to distract you, pouring his love into every peck.

“You can move.” “you sure?” it does not hurt as much anymore, sure there is a light sting but surely that will only add to the pleasure. “yes please fuck me cregan.” He lets out a noise one would only consider to be a growl, “you want me to fuck you? ill fucking fuck you.” His pace is quick but not too rough, its enough to have your toes curling with every thrust. He’s mumbling into your ear, words of praise but you can barely make sense of it as you begin to see stars. Your hands scratch down his back and he howls as you bite his shoulder. “fuck wanna see you full, with my kid.” you moan with pleasure at his words and nod your head eagerly, “yes yes yes i want that so bad please please.”

“You want my babes? for me to fuck you full and round? for you to carry my pups?” you nod eagerly against his shoulder as you begin to chant his name like its the only word you know and he calls out your name just the same. You can feel your stomach burning, “cregan im gonna im,” he shushes you as he only begins to move faster, one of his hands coming down to play with your bud. “cum fuck do it. wanna feel it.” He makes no moves to stop even as you burst around him, if anything he seems more motivated as the sounds of your skin slapping together grow louder. His thrusts your sloppy and his hips move more eagerly until you feel yourself being filled with his hot seed, pumping you full.

You two attempt to catch your breaths, you wipe his sweaty stuck hair away from his face as he grins at you. The moment suddenly ruined when loud banging hits his door and the two of you freeze, staring at each other with wide eyes. “Lord stark!” you recognize the voice as one of the squires and you watch as cregans face falls with annoyance. “what?” his voice is clearly angry as he spits at the door, seemingly having no intention of pulling out of you. “one of the lord has requested an audience-” “i am not available for the rest of the day.” “but my lord-” “leave me be.”

You can sense a pause from outside the room before the footsteps suddenly begin to fade away leaving the two of you alone once more. You open your mouth to speak but he sudden pulls out and spins you over quickly shoving himself back inside of you. there will be time to talk later it seems and when a maid walks in later that evening cregan makes no attempt to explain why the room smells as it does and why the windows are foggy. but everyone knows, the lord stark is not one for quiet women.

[finelinevogue]

spreading the love

summary - harry’s fans LOVE you

pairing - fiancé!harry x reader

word count - ~2k

The fans absolutely loved you.

Probably more so than Harry sometimes.

You were often the subject headline of news articles that were actually about Harry. You were often asked about in interviews that Harry was doing. You were often stopped before Harry on the streets. Not that Harry minded in the slightest because, well, he understood.

Obviously, no one could love you more than he did but he understood the publics addiction towards you.

You hadn’t come from much and you weren’t a name people knew before you started dating Harry. Somehow, somewhere, along the way you had become a somebody.

And everyone adored you.

Whether it was your kind nature, you loving heart, your gorgeous smile or your generous soul, you never went unloved by anyone. Not even the cruelest hearted person could have anything bad to say about you.

You loved being involved with the fans too. You often gave a lot back to them just because they were the most dedicated and loyal people you knew.

You loved how much they loved your Harry.

“Hello, hello!” You tucked your hair behind your ear as you started your Instagram live.

Your viewers shot up from 3k to 104k in ten seconds - that’s how popular you had become with the fans and media.

“How are we all today? Feeling good? I’m feeling good since it’s a Friday. It’s my weekend off tomorrow.”

Everyone knew that you were an NHS nurse and did so much for the people you worked with and beside, which only added to the cause of people loving you.

ellaking107: what are you doing with your weekend off?💛

“Hi Ella! This weekend I am staying home with Harry. We have got a very boring weekend planned unfortunately. Our bathroom is having a redecoration and so we need to wait for the tile man to pop in at some point so he can start measuring up bits and pieces. I’m sure H will drag me for a run or to a pilates class too.”

You were situated in your lounge, lots of plants and good lighting surrounding you.

harryissmiling101: Where is Harry?

“Ummm, so Harry is currently at his mum’s. Maybe this is too much information, but his mum’s fridge broke and so all her food went off. Harry and I made loads of dishes though last night for her, so Harry’s dropped them all off along with a spare fridge we had. I know… Don’t ask why we had a spare fridge.”

You watched as you cat, Kira, came through the lounge door and hopped up onto the sofa you were sat on. You turned the camera so everyone could see her.

“My child says hello to you all. Don’t you Ki?” You began stroking her little black and white chin. “Oh you’re so gorgeous. I love you so much.”

haileyjudd: Harry or Kira?

“Hailey I can’t believe you’re even asking me that… Hailey said, choose between Harry and Kira. Honey, there’s no doubt about it. Obviously, Kira.” You laughed.

You knew some magazine would twist your words later and make it seem like you and Harry were going through a rocky patch in your relationship, but you knew the truth. Harry was completely whipped for you and there wasn’t a single chance he was leaving you. Ever. Then again, the feeling is very mutual.

Kira came closer to you and sat in your lap, nestling herself deep into the blanket you had draped over the top of you.

jammiiie: Are you single please?

“Hi Jamie, potentially.. maybe… Uh, no. I am not single and this will remain my answer indefinitely.” You smiled, thinking about how clingy Harry would get if you had read that out whilst he was say next to you.

Harry doesn’t get jealous, oh no.

He gets clingy. And you love it.

You love when he’s constantly doting on you; kissing you. He loved on you like he has to remind you your his (even though you always will be).

harriesassemble: Y/N can I ask you a question? My boyfriend told me that I have to shave (you know where) but I don’t feel comfortable doing that. How do I tell him? (Don’t answer if you feel uncomfortable)🤍

“Wait.. Hang on a second..” You spoke slowly, slowing the speed of the comments as you traced back to a comment that caught your attention.

“Hi, sorry I’m not sure what your name is, but I hope you are still here and know I’m speaking to you!“ You re-read out loud the comment posted so everyone knew what you were going to talk about. “So, first of all, girl to girl, if he is forcing you to do something as personal as shaving yourself then, my love, he’s not worth your time or breath.”

ophelialover: oh i am so here for y/n’s girl talk time

harrielover: y/n is so big sister coded

“Don’t do anything that you don’t want to do. Do not force yourself to be making changes to yourself just to please a man, or any significant other for that matter. If Harry ever forced me to make a change to myself I didn’t want, he knows where the door is. Seriously, honey, you’re perfect and never change unless you want to.”

harriesassemble: Thank you!🩷

kingsofharry: You’re amazinf Y/N <33

justkeepdriving: WE LOVE YOU Y/N

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harriesassemble i can’t believe y/n just followed me i am in shock right now :((( she’s my favourite person in the whole world and everything they said to me this evening was just so special:(( im shaking so bad i love y/n so much❤️

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harryfan1 OH THIS IS SO COOL

harryfan2 omg you were who y/n was talking to??? congrats!!!!!

y/nl/nofficial You’re amazing!💛

harryfan3 we stan y/n

••••••••••

London was quite busy today.

Lots of tourists bustling through the city as well as the daily commuters wandering around on their lunch breaks.

Harry had decided to take the afternoon off since you also had it off, organising to take you for a bite to eat and a coffee at your favourite cafe.

It was a cafe bookstore, so you got to browse books whilst waiting for your food and then got to sit amongst the books whilst you ate. It was a dream fantasy of yours as a child and you’re grateful someone brought that fantasy to life.

Harry held your hand securely as you wandered through the London streets.

Luckily Harry had secured a paparazzi ban years ago that meant that no paps were legally allowed to take photos of Harry in London, so it was just fan photos that you had to be aware of.

“Angela asked me to give her your number again today.” You said to Harry.

“She’s relentless.” Harry laughed.

“She just wants to know when her future grandson-in law is going to become her in-law.”

“Baby, I’ve told you before - I’m not asking until I’m ready.” He squeezed your hand.

“No, I know. I just want Nana Angela to be alive when we get married.”

“She will be. I promise.”

You both came to a stop at a red pedestrian light. Harry pulled you back slightly, because he knew that you liked to stand far too close to the edge of the pavement.

You looked up to Harry, watching as he took in his surroundings through a pair of brown sunglasses.

“C’mere a minute.” You said, directing his head to face you.

You reached up and unclipped your claw clip from his hair and ruffled the locks until he had a messy middle parting. You bit the clip between your teeth as you messed with his hair.

“What was wrong with m’hair?” He chuckled.

“Prefer it down like this.” You shrugged your shoulders and clipped the claw clip to the top of your jumper.

You smiled at your handy work.

He looked even more handsome now.

As you crossed the road, you spotted someone with a Love on Tour tote bag. It was one of the newest ones. It was being carried by a girl in her early 20s, maybe.

You poked Harry and pointed him towards the girl.

“She had good taste in music.” He joked.

You didn’t mean to follow this girl, but only happened to stop at another pedestrian red light next to her. You stood beside her and noticed she had headphones on.

You couldn’t help yourself from nudging her shoulder. As you prodded her, she gasped and cupped a hand over her mouth in shock. She quickly took off her headphones and giggled a hi out.

“Love the tote bag!” You smiled brightly.

“Ha ha thank you! Oh my God I can’t believe you’re actually here right now.” She laughed.

“Yup. Both of us.” You pulled Harry a little closer into you.

“Hi, you alright?” He spoke shyly, as ever when he is introduced to someone new.

“This isn’t real! Holy shit.” The girl laughed the situation off. “I was nearly not going to wear this tote bag today as well.”

“Well it must be a good luck charm then.” You laughed. “Which show did you go to?”

“Wembley night 4.”

“Ahh!! The best one then!” You exclaimed, Harry chuckling from behind you.

You always did this.

You managed to make friends with absolutely anybody on the streets, over the smallest of connections. You especially loved making friends with Harry’s fans.

“Well I think so, but I might be biased.” She shrugged.

“It was one of our favourite shows, wasn’t it H?” You nudged him into the conversation, knowing that he struggles with that.

“Yeah definitely. Wembley was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.” He nodded with a smile, looking at you more so than the girl. “I’m glad you enjoyed it and thank you for the support, it means a lot.”

You internally smiled at the small spiel that you had prepped with him for occasions where he might bump into a fan.

“What was your favourite part?” You asked curiously.

“Sign of The Times in the rain.”

“Oh stop! You’re going to make me force Harry into to going on another tour ASAP just to experience that again.”

“Oh, because of course I can control the rain too love.” Harry laughed, which made you both chuckle with him.

“Shut up.” You judged him in the ribs. “Well it was lovely to meet you…”

“Emma.”

“Emma.” You smiled.

“Thank you for your continued support, Emma.” Harry added. “Would you like a photo?”

“Uh.. Y-yes? Yes please! If that’s okay with you?” Emma politely checked.

“Of course. Just as long as you wait a little bit to post it so our location isn’t instantly publicised.”

“Yes. Of course! Thank you.”

“Here, honey, give me your phone.” You held out your hand, thinking that she would have wanted you to take a photo of just her and Harry.

“You have to be in it too, Y/N!” Emma exclaimed.

“Yeah, Y/N/N.” Harry rolled his eyes at your silliness. “C’mere.” Harry roped his arm around your waist and brought you to stand slightly in front of him. Emma was directly next to you and you all smiled as she lifted her arm to take a selfie. Harry’s cheek was pressed near against yours.

“They okay?” Harry asked.

“Perfect. Thank you guys so much.” Emma smiled so brightly.

After you parted ways you couldn’t help but imagine how electric Emma must be feeling right now. Harry seemed to be happy too, because you were happy after such a heartwarming conversation.

Positive interactions just made for better days.

Later, Emma would post that photo and the comments were even more wholesome.

comment 1: the way y/n and harry are stood so close to each other

comment 2: the fact harry has his literal cheek pressed against y/ns makes me WEEP

comment 3: they look so happy i will cry

•••••••

Another place where you would find wholesome content from the fans was the world of social media.

Normally, with Harry’s previous relationship’s, they would get absolutely hated on social media. There would always be something that would get dug out from someone’s past which meant they weren’t “right” for Harry. All of it was bullshit and Harry’s previous relationships had ended because he never felt “right” with anyone.

Until you.

You were now sat with Harry’s family around a small fire pit in Anne’s back garden.

Her lovely house had a beautiful garden that was perfect for dinner evening drinks and conversations. You often think about returning here with Harry and his last name one day.

“Top up, Y/N?” Anne asked, holding out the bottle red wine up to your wine glass that empty on the table.

“Oh, no thanks Anne.” You warmly smiled.

You were comfortably nestled in Harry’s lap with a blanket drawn over the two of you. Harry was nursing his own red wine with one hand, whilst the other supported your back from where you were sat sideways across his legs. Your head was nuzzled just below his chin and your hands were busy fiddling with his necklaces.

“You okay, m’love?” Harry asked you, so only you could hear.

“Mhm. Wine has made me sleepy.”

“Rest if you need to, i’m right here.” He kissed the top of your head.

You pulled your phone out of your hoodie pocket and opened it up to Twitter.

You followed a multitude of Harry’s fans on Twitter, simply for the shits and giggles. It had become a challenge to see who would be the next person that you would follow.

Scrolling through Twitter you noticed a lot of people reposting a photo of you and Harry that got leaked today. You were both simply walking through the park, but the photo clearly showed you wearing Harry’s hoodie and everyone was screaming over it.

harriesunite: these are my parents

“H, baby, look.” You giggled as you showed him the tweet.

“Hmm?” He tucked his face down into your neck as he read your phone, and leaving your neck warm after he laughed.

“You’re such a dad, apparently.”

“Not yet I’m not.” He kissed your exposed neck, but only once when he remembered he was sat in front of his mum.

“Y’want to be?” You turned your head a little to the side to see him better.

“Whenever you want to be a mum, yeah.” He smiled so brightly.

“Soon.”

“Yeah, soon.” Harry nodded in agreement.

[little-diable]

Who prays for Satan? - Priest!Tom Riddle (smut)

This isn't our usual dark!Tom, he's still fucked up, but not as dark as the other priest fics. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Priest Riddle is the reader's theology professor, a man she has always found herself interested in, but things escalate when she joins his church for her internship.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, guided masturbation (f), spanking, forced confession, smut in a church/in a confessional, choking, degrading, unaddressed age gap, power play, professor x student, religious connotations

Pairing: Priest!Prof!Tom Riddle x fem!student!reader (about 3k words)

"Please remember that you only have time until Friday to tell me, where you will do your internship. Have a good week, and don’t forget the essays, please.” The sounds of students hastily rising to their feet echoed through the room, but while some were desperate to leave, getting away from the professor who looked like God’s finest creation, but spoke like the Devil himself, others were desperate to catch his attention with bland questions he found himself annoyed by. 

“(Y/n), do you have a moment?” His voice drew her closer, past the group of students who looked at her with hate swimming in their pupils. She didn’t look at them as she walked past them, coming to a halt in front of the tall man with a soft smile glued to her lips. “Walk with me.”

Neither of them spared the others another glance as he strode out in the hallway, expecting her to follow him. It wasn’t the first class of his (y/n) was visiting, and it probably wouldn’t be the last, as she found herself awfully drawn towards the priest, who had taken on a few theology classes at their university. Something about him was different. Something she couldn’t let go of, no matter how hard she tried to. 

“I knew you’d turn in your essay days before the others would even begin writing it, but I was pleasantly surprised by your work this week. It was smart of you to use the famous Mark Twain quote: “But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?” It always stuck with me.”

“Thank you, Professor Riddle. You once told me how much you think of this quote, so it only felt right to use it for this week’s focus on sinning.” The throaty chuckle rumbling through him left her feeling surprised, not used to seeing him this giddy. His smile didn’t waver, not as they came to a halt in front of his office, not as he guided her inside, not as they plopped down on their designated seats. 

“Your essay isn’t the reason for this chat, though. I was thinking of what you said to me, and I decided that you can join my church for your internship. But I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t tell others I’m allowing you to do this, I never give out internships, and I’m only taking you on because I know how dedicated and smart you are.” Heat rose in her system, crawling up her throat to force (y/n) to avert her gaze. She had been desperate to find a church to join, not wanting to spend her internship as a simple office help, she needed practice, something to help her figure out what she actually wanted to do with her life.

“I highly appreciate this, thank you, professor. I promise, I won’t make you regret your choice.” Her eyes flickered back to his piercing ones, instantly sucked into his mesmerizing grasp. He was like a siren, luring her into his trap to feast on her darkening thoughts – thoughts she hadn’t been able to shake ever since meeting the tall priest. 

“I know you won’t, (y/n). You will start Sunday morning to join me for the first service of the day, and then we can go through your task for the upcoming two weeks.” 

……

“Professor?” Her voice hallowed through the empty church. It was still dark out, an early morning she had struggled to adjust to, and yet her nerves had managed to get her out of bed, finding her way towards these holy halls. Her sneakers met the ground as (y/n) walked up to the altar, letting her fingertips dance over the cold marble, appreciating the grounding sensation she was instantly taken over by. 

“You’re early.” Professor Riddle's raspy voice made her jump, she had been too distracted by her surroundings to hear him approach, slowly turning towards him with wide eyes. He was wearing his black signature suit, paired with the white collar she’d see in her darkest moments, making heat pool between her thighs. 

(Y/n) clawed her fingernails into her palms to rip herself out of the hazy fog calling for her, needing to stay focused before she could do or say something that would end her internship right there and then. 

“I thought you may need some help preparing for the service.” A sickly sweet smile tugged on her lips, forcing his teeth to rot from the mere possibility of tasting her. He took a step towards her, with his hands clamped together behind his back, giving him an extra authoritarian touch. But while her body screamed at her to take a step back, to find shelter behind the altar, her mind murmured to (y/n) to hold still, not daring to give in to his intimidation scheme. 

“I certainly appreciate your help, (y/n). I knew it was the right choice to pick you for this internship.” He towered over her, staring down at her with his gaze reminding her of a snake, ready to pounce, to sink its poisonous teeth into her quivering body. At that very moment, she was Eve, tempted by the eternal sin, and he was her downfall. She stood closer to him than ever before, front about to touch his, seeking the warmth he emanated in a place as cold as this church. 

“So, what should I do?” (Y/n) needed to get away from him, no longer trusting herself with ignoring the shameless whispers ringing in her ears. But the tall man didn’t back off, he kept watching her with that smirk that told her he knew exactly what she found herself bothered by. A losing game (y/n) had never been destined to win, burning out like a cigarette setting a petrol station ablaze, destined to burn to the ground. 

“Why don’t you choose this morning’s prayers?” He reached for the Bible resting on the altar, way too close to her. His front brushed hers as he leaned forward, reaching for the leather-bound book before pushing it into (y/n)’s grasp. Their eyes kept holding contact, even as his hand disappeared inside the pocket of his jacket, pulling free a black rosary. “Oh, before I forget. Here, I want you to have this.” 

(Y/n) didn’t get any time to react or to ask questions as he pushed the rosary over her head to let it rest on her chest. His hand kept holding onto the dangling cross, while his eyes flickered back to her confused ones. “They will know you belong to me, wear it whenever you are working here.”

……

Her eyes were focused on the bright laptop screen as she was typing away her notes for this day, promising to give them to Professor Riddle before leaving. Even though her thoughts were still all over the place, (y/n) found herself growing more comfortable around the tall man most students were scared of. He treated her kindly, and yet something was hiding behind his words and expressions she couldn’t pinpoint. 

“Are you done with your notes?” Professor Riddle’s voice filled his office as he stepped inside. (Y/n) didn’t lift her gaze at first, hastily trying to type the last sentence before she gave in and dared to look at him. 

“Just finished, should I print them?” He didn’t reply to her question, eyes fully focused on her upper body, trying to locate the missing rosary. With her breath hitched in her chest, (y/n) watched him approach, rounding the desk to find his way towards her. (Y/n) struggled to breathe as the scent of his expensive cologne clashed against her frame, forcing her to get lost in his darkening eyes. 

“Where is the rosary?” She knew that she had forgotten it at home this very morning, too tired to care about any rules and regulations, but her hand still snapped up to her chest, trying to find the missing piece.

“I’m sorry, I forgot it at home.” He didn’t give in to the soft smile (y/n) shot him, didn’t pick up on the exhaustion dripping from her words, solemnly focused on the way she had gone against his rules. His tongue kissed his teeth before he took a step back and stretched his ringed hand out for her to take. “Where are we going?”

“I wanted to go over this with you tomorrow, but it seems like tonight is the perfect time to do so.” (Y/n) was led out of his office and down the hallway towards the dark nave. They walked up to the confessional, and as he opened one door for her, he shot her a look that made her tremble, letting any protests die on the tip of her tongue. 

“Have you ever confessed before, (y/n)?” She was engulfed by darkness, and could barely see her own hands, let alone the man who was sitting close to her, behind the wooden construction keeping them apart. The scent of incense hung in the air, sticking to her like a second layer of skin, a reminder of their sacred surroundings.

“No, professor.” (Y/n) had been addressing him as “Professor” for the past days, not daring to use any other title, let alone his first name. But the second she used this very title to address him, (y/n) could tell that it would be the last time she’d call him that tonight, a shift was happening, something she was now taken over by. 

“It’s Priest Riddle to you.” The barely audible gasp clawing through (y/n) left him chuckling, followed by the sound of him shifting around on the bench, making himself comfortable as she grew more tense. “You sinned, you went against my rules. I must punish you for that, (y/n).”

“Punish me?” She hated that his words pushed excitement through her, forcing her to sit even straighter as if he could see her. Her fingertips began to tingle, her legs were quivering, unable to hold still as something she had only dreamt of slowly began to unfold right at that very moment. 

“Honesty will be the price of your foolishness, (y/n). I notice the way you look at me, how you seem to long for something you aren’t allowed to even reach for. Tell me, (y/n), what is it you so desperately seem to want?” Embarrassment flushed through her, followed by anger she couldn’t shake. How dare he ask something like this? How dare he try to embarrass her for a simple mistake? She should have left the confessional, stormed out of the church, and reported the man for overstepping. And yet she didn’t, already stuck in the trap he had laid out for her months ago.

“I don’t know.” It was the truth. She didn’t know what she wanted from him if she was merely longing for his touch, or if something even more desperate was guiding her on. She didn’t know if she wanted a simple taste, or to be swallowed wholly by him. She simply didn’t know. 

“How far are you willing to go, (y/n)?” Her mouth felt dry, unable to swallow as his words began to sink in. (Y/n) was grateful that he couldn’t see her, the way her pupils were dilated by the lust flushing through her, the goosebumps covering every visible part of her body as if she was engulfed by an icy wind. 

“Farther than I should.” A part of her expected him to break the spell they were now connected by, to pull her out of the confessional and scold her for giving in this easily. But the priest didn’t move, and neither did (y/n). 

“Spread your legs, I want you to touch yourself like I bet you keep imagining me doing.” With her heart in her throat, (y/n)’s hand disappeared beneath her skirt, slowly pushing her damp panties aside. A soft moan clawed through the student, grateful that the others had left the church hours ago. “Good girl, fuck yourself with your fingers.”

Another moan left (y/n) as she pushed two fingers into her tightness, spreading her walls as if she was preparing herself for his cock, desperate to take every inch. She kept moaning for him, choking on her sounds that grew heavier with every passing moment. 

“I can hear how wet you are, I bet you taste so sweet, like the forbidden fruit.” His words guided her on, ringing in her ears as if the Devil was calling for her, wandering through the darkness to reach his open arms, getting lost in his sweet promises. “I should imprint my palm on your skin for going against my rules. You promised you wouldn’t disappoint me, didn’t you?”

“I’m sorry.” Her needy whimpers left the priest chuckling, sounds that almost managed to drown out the ones clawing through (y/n). 

“I’m sure you are, (y/n). Stop touching yourself.” It pained her to pull her hand away, she had been close to giving in, ready to call out his name as her orgasm clashed through her, seconds before she could have reached paradise. The sounds of Priest Riddle leaving his side of the confessional echoed through the evening, followed by the sounds of him opening her side and stepping into the small space. 

She was pulled to her feet and tugged in for a kiss that left her moaning. (Y/n)’s arms found their way around Priest Riddle's neck, trying to pull the tall man even closer as if she were addicted to him. He broke the kiss to turn her around, pressing (y/n)’s front against the wooden wall separating both sides of the confessional. His ringed hands felt cold against her body as he shuffled her skirt up to her waist, letting her panties drop to the ground seconds later.

“I hope you prepared yourself enough for this punishment.” His ringed hand came down on her behind, forcing a yelp out of (y/n) who pressed herself further against the cold wood. Pain stretched itself through her, an unfamiliar kind of pain that made her ache for more. Once again, his palm met her warm skin, knowing that she’d struggle with sitting for the next few days. “I can’t wait to finally fuck you, make you pay for all these times I felt your eyes on me like a needy whore who doesn’t know when to stop.”

(Y/n) couldn’t protest, she couldn’t speak up to beg him for any kindness he wouldn’t offer. Only as she felt him pull away for a moment did (y/n) allow herself to breathe, blinking away the tears that had welled up in her eyes. 

“What do you want, (y/n)? And don’t feed me another lie. I want your honesty.” Chills ran down her spine at his dangerous tone, shaking through (y/n) like an earthquake set on ripping her off her feet. She had to deeply inhale, had to heavily swallow before she managed to put her longings into words, needing to break out of his trap. 

“I want your cock, fuck me, please, Priest Riddle.” A satisfied hum left the man, followed by the sounds of him ripping open a condom, prepared for his very punishment. It didn’t take long until she felt him at her entrance, slowly pushing into (y/n) with a heavy groan that dripped with need and lust clawing through him.

It felt as if they had been created for his moment only, bodies made to fit. 

“I should tell you to never sin again, to stay true to your promises. But you’ve turned me into a sinner as well, no promise could keep me from you any longer.” His words left her gasping, walls clenching around this twitching cock. He fucked her with urgency, set on proving to (y/n) and to himself that she was his, his to guide, his to punish. 

“You take my cock so well, I bet you dreamt of being fucked by me in a holy place, didn’t you?” His warm breath clashed against her tingling skin as he spoke his words, drawing a heavy sob out of (y/n) as she lost her grip on their surroundings. Tom’s hand moved like a snake, slithering back up to her throat to hold onto her, letting go of a raspy, “Speak when I ask you to.” 

“Yes, I did. I dreamt of it.” It was a simple reply, yet it was just enough to make the priest hum in approval. He twitched inside of her as he could tell that they both were ready to let go with their hearts pounding and their limbs aching. (Y/n) struggled to breathe on as he tightened his grip on her throat, forcing her head to rest against his broad chest. The priest stared down at (y/n), her lighthouse in the darkest nights, the burning bush to rely on. An anchor of safety. 

“Let go, (y/n), be honest once again.” She came with a gasp, with her eyes squeezed shut and her lips parted. A sight so ethereal, the priest followed her moments later, letting his teeth graze his lower lip to draw some blood. He pulled out of her all too quickly, to turn her back towards him with his bloody lip finding hers, “Now you’re truly mine, bound my blood.” 

And who was she to deny a sinner a wish this pure? At least it was on them to pray for Satan that night, since God no longer would pick up on their calls. 

[starryhyuck]

solid ground. (m) — PATREON EXCLUSIVE

pairing: dilf!johnny x afab!reader

words: 3k+

summary: johnny’s tired of being the only one without kids.

genre: smut, fluff

warnings: breeding kink, daddy kink, degradation, rough sex, lactation kink if you squint, talks of debt and money issues, fingering, begging, squirting, pregnancy sex

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“I-I think I’m going to stop taking birth control.”

Eunbin nearly flips over the table you’re currently seated at.

“Eunbin!” You say, embarrassed by her behavior and looking around at the restaurant with an apologetic look. You’re grateful you chose the corner table to dine at so that there were less judgmental eyes in your viewpoint.

“Sorry! You can’t just spring that on me,” she huffs, one hand resting over her small baby bump. “We’ve all been waiting years for you and Johnny to finally have a kid!”

“I know,” you sigh, pushing around the food on your plate. “It just never felt like the right time. We were always in debt and working to dig ourselves out of it. But now, most of it is paid off and when I see you and Jaehyun-“

You pause, staring at her stomach like it’s personally attacking you. Luckily, Eunbin takes no offense to it, reaching for your hand across the table. She soothingly rubs circles on the backside of your palm.

“You and Johnny will have one too. I mean, by the looks of it, we were all sure Johnny would be that one-percent where birth control didn’t work because you two go at it all the time.”

You grow even more bashful, swatting away her hand while she giggles. You wish you could deny it, but you and Johnny have been very vocal over the years regarding your sex life. No eyebrows have been raised when you suddenly disappear in the middle of a party to fuck in someone’s spare bedroom. Your friend group is trained at this point to understand that there are no off limits when it comes to you two, including public bathrooms and under the dinner table.

“I just- How do I even bring this up to him?”

“You be straightforward and tell him, duh,” she replies like it’s the easiest thing in the world. “He’d probably impregnate you right then and there.”

“Eunbin!”

“What? No one here is going to say shit to the pregnant lady,” she says with confidence, leaning back in her seat. A waitress passes by with flushed cheeks. “Babe, you know as well as I do that Johnny’s been off his rocker thinking about you having kids. He’s not going to be opposed in any shape or form, trust me.”

“I know he won’t. I’m just worried — it’s a big responsibility and I’m afraid he only wants it now because he’s jealous of you and Jaehyun,” you confess. It’s a hard pill to swallow, but you had to face the music regarding the deep-seated insecurity building in your chest. “Plus, what if we find out that I can’t have kids? Or what if it takes us a long time to get pregnant? Or what if-“

Eunbin says your name softly, reaching for your hand again to comfort you. “You can’t worry about the what ifs. It’s only going to drive you crazy before you ever give yourself a chance to take the leap. Take a deep breath, talk to Johnny, and have the cutest little Suh babies on his family tree.”

You smile. “When did you become so wise?”

Her hand rubs over her belly. “It’s the pregnancy hormones, babe. I’m basically superhuman.”

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[kissitbttr]

I LOOOOOVE ur frat Miguel au but I gotta know. Where is Miguel getting his money from tho, cuz he’s got money to spoil his cheerleader? Is it from his dad like the comics? Or something else?

so glad you like it bby!!

and yes, of course! that man is rich rich lmao but he doesn’t exactly tell a lot of people about that. maybe beck but that’s only because he trusts the guy with his life already.

i can see miguel being the richest of all of em, his parents like to send him 3k-5k for his monthly allowance and he uses that shit to buy booze and greens for the party along with… gym wears or new football gears (typical)

miguel never really thought about getting a job to earn his money. because what for? his parents already back him up with that. sure he’s ridiculously smart, that guy could probably get five jobs offer during his third semester but he figured he could use his spare time with other stuff. party and football.

even when he was dating dana and xina he would take them to somewhere more cheaper. nothing extra or something. never been the one who initiate dates anyways unless they the one who wanted to

howeverrr when you came into his life, it’s all 180 and now he wanted to do better. to become better

he started to applied for jobs regarding tech or auto repair shops. saving up so he could take you to an expensive restaurant or a date to an aquarium (you’ve been eyeing at the penguin and dolphin plushy so he’s planning to get you both)

multitasking between double jobs, gym, college and football definitely not easy, but he’d do anything for you. and you don’t even have to ask. even if you protested, miguel just wouldn’t listen

‘miggy, you don’t have to do this. i do not want to see you get exhausted. i’m fine working with what we got’

‘i want to, princesa. just let me take care of you. don’t stress it. if italian is what you want then italian is what you get’

‘you know i’m good if we just settle with picnic by the park?’

‘I don’t actually. so, margherita and tortellini en brodo for two sounds good?’

he leaves no room for a debate after that. and your heart actually swells at his love language. is this how it feels to finally be taken care of? to be loved? sometimes you wonder if he’s even real,

miguel loves working now. because that means he’s doing it for you. he loves seeing the smile on your face, it gives him pride.

so when his dad asks him about why he wanted his allowances to be stopped completely, miguel just shrugs nonchalantly and replies,

‘gotta learn to earn my own someday when i marry my girlfriend’

his dad didn’t know his son had a girl

[its-in-the-woods]

Down the Rabbit Hole Chapter 4

Chapter one here, two here, three here

Pairing: Walton Goggins x You

Rating/Warning: As always minor get out. Little angst, lots of fluff, handholding, vague suggestions of sex

Slow build like novel damn length okay, Very Fluffy, Pinch of Angst, Relationship Development, Hurt/Comfort, Older man/ Younger(30s) women, Alternative universe, fictional work (IDK WHY BUT I AM PUTTING IT) Probably more as I go.

Synopsis: Working in film as a make-up artist is hard enough, but then Walton Goggins requests you, well it's way too easy to fall down the rabbit hole.

Note: they are both single, all for fun.

WARNING I do not have this all written out, I do have it plotted out, but it may be a little slower for chapters to come out. Please bear with me. Each chapter is roughly 2-3k long.

*releasing this early as I have a few days of being free. Thank you for all the love <3*

Trevor apologized about seven times in text before phoning you and apologizing again. You tell him ten times that it is fine and you were more than okay. Which then leads to about five hundred questions about what happened between you and Walton. The man will not take ‘nothing happened’ for an answer. 

“Trevor-Trev- oh-my-god could you shut up for one second,” You squeak into the phone, the man has not stopped talking since you picked up. 

“You woke up in his house! In his bed-”

“It was a guest room!”

“Are you sure? Did you see another room?”

“You are impossible right now. It was a spare room.”

“But he made you breakfast!”

You groan into the phone. “Trevor-”

“Like does that count as a date? Did you go on a date?”

“We did not go on a date. We did not sleep together. The only reason he didn’t take me home is because you wouldn’t answer your phone and I was beating anyone who asked where I lived.” You rush out, trying unsuccessfully to persuade him from asking again. 

“I give you mad props for beating on Leonard that man is a beast.”

You chuckle at that, Leonard looked like a cross between ex-military and Santa Clause. Thinking of yourself beating on him for touching you was hilariously ridiculous. The man was probably more inconvenienced than hurt. 

“So when is your next date?”

“TREVOR! We are not dating.”

“Yet. You’re not dating yet. Very important.”

You groan and bang your phone against your forehead in frustration.

“And don’t tell me it’s because he is older than you. I know you like to date older men.”

“I should have never told you that. Biggest mistake I have ever made.”

“Dirty old man fucker.” Trevor is cackling away in the background like some James Bond villain. 

“Oh my god Trevor. STAAP it.” You are also laughing, your damn friend was right. 

“You love it, and I know all about it,” Trevor sings songs into the phone.

“What about you and Decon?” You ask, changing the subject as smoothly as you can. At this rate, your face was going to be permanently red. 

“Oh. It was a wild night! I am looking forward to another one.” Trevor made some lewd noises.

“So gross, both of you. But I am very happy you’re happy.”

“I am over the moon,” Trevor is quiet for the first time, “He just treats me so well. I woke up and he was still there. Made sure I was comfy and took care of me”

“You’re so screwed.” You giggle, you had to give as good as you got. 

“Mmm, actually yes I am. And you should try it sometime.”

You groan again, “Yeah maybe in the next lifetime.”

“Oh, pffts. I give you another two weeks and I will be catching you sneaking off to his trailer.”

“I am rolling my eyes. Can you imagine if Liz got a whiff of anything?”

“What would she do? Fire you? You can’t fire a lead request.”

“I am sure she’d find a way. Or make me regret ever being on the show.”

“Pfftts. She can eat a bag of dicks. Actually, she may need to.”

You both break out into laughter at that comment. The two of you talk back and forth for a good hour. Before Travis is off to Decon’s again, you make gross gagging noises at him. Telling him to enjoy the rest of his weekend and you’d see him on Monday. 

You lay back on your bed staring up at your speckled ceiling, you had stuck up a handful of glowing stars to cover the water damage. Mind running over the weekend, running over the last month. You tell yourself that you’re delusional to think that Walton would ever be interested, but the thought is nice. The thought of going on dates, and well more, is delightful. Then again though, at the end of the day, you’re you. A thirty-something living in a studio apartment trying to break into a career that was over-saturated with a lot of talent. You rub your face, yep the picture of a prize.

***

You wake up early, determined not to let the sour mood you found yourself in over the weekend ruin this week. It’s a new day, anything is possible. Or something like that. You are already on the second cup of coffee, as your toast pops. Your phone jingles and you grab it to see who has decided to bother you this morning. 

“Hey, it’s Walton. Trevor gave me your number. We are running behind. See you soon.” Of course, Trevor would give him your number. You grumble at that, also at yourself for failing to realize you’d never given Walton yours. 

Your heart skips a little, you scold yourself for being ridiculous. “No problem, see you soon.”

“Do you want a coffee?”

“Yes, I’d love a coffee,”

“Same as usual?”

Now your face is pink as you stare at your phone screen. “Are you flipping fourteen again?” You say out loud to the room. “Stop this right now. You know better.” You curse and try to calm your damn heart. 

“Yes please.” You text back. 

You shake your head and finish eating your toast and grinning like a damn moron. Brushing your teeth, braiding your hair, and getting mostly looking human. It was a quarter to six in the damn morning anyway. If you were meant to look presentable this early you would have gone to bed earlier. Your phone buzzes reminding you that you need to get out of there. 

Grabbing your phone and purse you head out the door. Do your best to suppress the butterflies as you all but skip down the hallway. No matter how much you try to tell yourself that nothing will come of this, your heart is overruling your brain. Down the three flights of stairs and yep your heart is pounding in your chest enough to feel like a panic attack. You stop just before the front door, you can see the blackout line of an SUV through the glazed window. 

“Just go out there. It doesn’t matter what happens.” You take a deep breath. “And now you’re talking to yourself outside a door like a lunatic.”

Pushing through the door into the grey rainy early morning, you see Leonard standing beside the car with a small smile. The man reminds you of a Grandpa, big and gruff, but at the same time soft and kind. His arms folded across his chest, shoulder-length white beard blowing in the wind.

“Good morning Leonard, I heard I made quite the scene on Friday.” You smile as he opens the door for you.

“Just making sure you got home safe,” The man smiles, eyes hidden behind sunglasses. 

“I would like to apologize, I definitely won’t make a habit of it.” You say, giving his arm a quick squeeze, as you get into the SUV. It was the least you could do, you’d have to ask Walton what the man liked to drink. A small token of thanks only seemed fair. 

“Well, if you stay in my company it may become one,” Walton says with that damn smile gracing his face. He was wearing loose-fitting blank pants, a grey zipped-up jacket, and glasses as he read over the script in front of him. 

“Promise, I’ve seen worse dear,” Leonard says before closing the door and getting into the driver’s seat. 

You look at Walton and can’t help but smile back at him, “Who says I am going to hang out with you more.” 

Walton chuckles, taking his glasses off to look at you, “We will have to see about that.” 

You’re both sitting on opposite sides of a bench seat, but his hand finds yours and you don’t pull away. He talks about walking along the seawalls and a lazy Sunday spent indoors reading novels. You really wished you had been a bit more willing to spend the weekend with him. Somehow you end up telling him about your sketches and artwork. Your thoughts about one day doing prop creation, or maybe special effects. He asks about the sketches and you promise to bring one of your art books in. 

The ride is way too quick, and before you know it you’re being dropped off at your trailer. You thank both men again for the ride and hop into the trailer. 

Liz is sitting in your usual workspace, her face is a tight line that makes you feel sick. Why she was there was another question, the whole crew was supposed to three cities over setting up. 

“Hey, Liz,” You say, trying not to sound like you just walked into a swamp full of alligators.

“Of all the people, I would have expected you to be the most professional.” Your heart thuds in your chest at the words, wondering what the hell she is talking about. 

Sitting your bag down by your cupboard you turn to look at the women. “I am sorry?” 

“You think people didn’t see you leaving with the leading actor on Friday?” The woman sneers at you, her voice low but full of venom.

You put two and two together suddenly realizing what Liz was talking about. For a moment you’re stunned by the fact that the rumor mill had run so fast and far. “He was just making sure I got home safe.”

“Oh give me a break.” The woman hisses, your heart pounding in your ears now. Chest tight making it hard to breathe. “No one is that stupid girl. I saw you get out of the his SUV”

Your face goes red and something inside of you snaps. “First. Do not speak to me like I am a child.” You're angry now, and you’re so over the bullshit. “Second, what happens in my personal life is none of your business.”

“You think it looks professional to be running around after some actor?” She spits back, and your mind races to the rumor Trevor had told you about. 

“Well, it can’t be any less professional than you sleeping with half the production team.” The words come out of your mouth before you register them. It was only a rumor, but Trevor rarely dabbled in things that weren’t at least partially true. 

“You little witch.” Liz’s face is now red and she looks hurt. Yep, Trevor had hit the nail on the head with that one. “I should fire you right now.”

You glare at her, all your inhibitions set aside, you know you have the upper hand here.  “Go ahead, Liz. Fire me. See how well that goes over for you.”

Liz’s face clenches and you can tell you have her cornered. Yes, she could fire you and could make a big stink, but chances are the production won’t sanction it. Not to mention the union would have a fit. You would make sure of that. It wasn’t something you wanted to do, but damn, two could play at this game. 

“You-” Liz hisses standing and moving toward you, but you refuse to move, letting the woman get up in your face. “I will be grabbing some of my product and leaving you for the rest of the week. I hope it goes well.” 

She is gone with a blue tote a moment later. You are left standing in the middle of the trailer taken off guard. The fact that she’d come here, heard from a third party what had happened, and then decided to confront you. Part of you wants to cry and the other part wants to laugh. The most you’ve done with the man is hold his hand and everyone thinks you both were screwing over the weekend. You slide into your chair still a little baffled by the incident, not to mention that Liz would even suggest firing you. Your stomach rolls and you feel a little sick, tears now welling at the corner of your eyes. 

The door opens and you expect Trevor but it's Walton. The smile on his face falls immediately as he sees you.

“What happened?” He asked, quickly shutting the door, placing a breakfast burrito and two coffees on your station.

You shake your head and tears fall from your eyes. Hands covering your mouth as a small sob comes out. The rollercoaster of a morning is finally getting to you. Walton is in front of you gathering you up in his arms. He is warm and gentle, you try not to let the emotions overflow but it's too late. Leaning against him you cry. He smelled like coffee and vanilla, his jacket was soft against your cheek. Strong arms holding you against him as all your feelings spill out. You let yourself cry for a moment before you steel yourself enough to pull back. He's handing you tissues and you plunk yourself back into the chair feeling worn out and dazed.  Walton crouched in front of you eyebrows furrowed as you blew your nose. His hand landing gently on your knees as he comforts you. 

“What's going on Hon?” He asks as he rubs a soothing hand over your knee.

“It's -” You falter, unsure of how to explain the absolute bullshit that just happened. “Liz was upset about me going out on Friday”

Walton looks even more confused. “Why would that matter?” 

You rub your face trying to figure out how to say this. The amount of bullshit that happened was just ridiculous and you really didn’t want to drag him into it. Ultimately, you just say it cause there isn't a way around it. 

“Someone saw the two of us leave together.” You swallow your mouth going dry. “Liz made assumptions and told me I was being unprofessional. She threatened to fire me.”

Walton stands grabs his coffee and takes a sip. “I am not sure how that is any of her business. You've been very professional, and being fired would be detrimental to the whole process. You are a key part of this team, and her sticking her nose in your business is more unprofessional ” 

You just shrug, if you could go curl up in a ball for an hour you would. Just hide away, you can barely look at him. Shame hitting you at the fact you’d lost your cool over something so trivial. 

“It was just unexpected. And very hurtful.” You wipe your eyes, cursing that you need to reapply to your eyeliner. 

“Of course it was.” He comes back over and grabs your hand in his. They are always so warm. “You don't deserve to be spoken to like that. I am tempted to mention this to the PM.”

You shake your head looking at him finally. “It’s not the worst thing that's been said to me. Liz means well.”

Whether that was true or not was up in the air. Liz was a lot of things but she usually wasn’t unnecessarily cruel, which is why it had come off so shocking. The woman didn’t exactly have a way with words, but she had to have meant well.

“She means well?” He looks at you with eyebrows raised, his lips pressed into a firm line. Judging by his expression Walton didn’t believe that any more than you did. 

You swallow, “I- I need to have thick skin to do this job. It's not easy and people are always going to look for ways to judge me or demean my work.”

Walton squeezed your hand, “That may be true. But it doesn't mean I have to like it.”

The door to the trailer opens as Trevor walks in. His eyes look between both of you and then down to where Walton is holding your hand.

“Uhh, I will go wait outside..” Trevor flushes trying unsuccessfully to back himself down the steps. 

“No, it's okay.” You both say. 

Trevor pauses. Then proceeds to come in. Walton rubs his thumb over your hand before letting go. You wish he would stay, but there really wasn’t time for any more sappiness. 

“I am going to head over to costumes. They needed to do some alteration on a piece.” Walton says briskly grabbing his coffee and sliding the burrito across to you. He's out the door before you can say thank you.

Trevor is sitting there with a shit-eating grin, his feet dangling as he watches Walton go.

“So you aren't dating?” He chuckles, turning to lay out his tools. 

You groan, looking in the mirror to fix your eyeliner and clean off some fallen mascara, “He was being kind. Liz was here this morning. Guess someone told her about me leaving with Walt on Friday.”

Trevor's smile fades as he looks at you, “Those milling bastards.”

“Yep. Liz was unimpressed and threatened to fire me.”

“She wouldn't.” He all but stomped his foot. 

“Well, I am sure I will find out in the next few days.” You pray to whoever is up there that Liz would just leave it be. 

“Liz is many things. But she isn't stupid. Firing you would be more of a problem than it's worth.” You knew Trevor was right, but it did sting a little. 

“You're more than likely right. But it still hurts. Walton came in right after the argument and I will-” You look down at your feet remembering how upset he looked. 

“Had a small breakdown?” Trevor added in, trying to look at you.

“Yeah. Snot and all” You sigh as you double-check that everything you need is out and clean. 

“You should go out with him just to spit Liz.” He chuckles as he texts someone on his phone.

“If. And it's a big if. Trevor, I am going out with him. It's because we both want to. Not because of Liz.” You say firmly, that woman would not dictate your life. 

Trevor looks up from his phone.”Two weeks, three weeks, top before you are making his trailer shake”

You make a face, “You're disgusting.”

“You like it!” Trevor smiles, and you do. It was part of his never-ending charm. 

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Chapter five

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Seeing blind (you’re too good to be all mine)

Chapter 3! 3k, Teen audiences, no warnings apply

(Part 1) (part 2) (as always thank you to my cowriter @divine-misfortune)

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“Well the others are having a bonfire tonight, wanted to know if you wanted to come with me”

Rain hesitates for a second. It’s more than they’ve done, it’s actually going off the property together instead of their usual sneaking around the grounds. Besides, do the others even like him? Most he’s never spoken more than a couple words to but-

“Oh, actually I don’t know. Wouldn’t want you to get dirt on your gown play with the peasants, princess”

Rain gasps, shoving him lightly

“I’m fucking going”

“Rainy, gotta get up” Swiss shakes rain awake.

It’s early. Swiss knows the time he usually gets here by feel alone, leaving his apartment before the sun is up and stepping outside onto the gravel right as it starts getting bright.

Rain yawns in his arms, pushing away a bit with a lingering shame from sleeping on his chest last night.

“Did you sleep at all last night?” Rain asks, rubbing the sleep from his eyes,

Swiss has to lie, he can’t tell rain the real reason he couldn’t sleep and he would feel bad about it for no reason anyways.

“Of course I slept like a baby with you in my arms, but you better get inside fast before you dad comes back, just saw him behind the silo”

Rain rolls his eyes with a halfhearted shove to Swiss’ chest. He tries to hurry down the ladder, looking both ways across the yard and making a mad dash to run back inside.

Swiss knows he will be chewed out later. He hasn’t changed, looks like a mess and by now he’s probably considered late even if he hasn’t clocked in yet. It’s worth it for rain though.

Swiss keeps a couple spare blankets in his truck after that night.

Rain can’t keep himself away. Sure the loft is a thousand times more uncomfortable than his own bed but he has to admit that he hasn’t slept that good in weeks. He knows Swiss didn’t sleep, evident by the bags under his eyes and tired smile he had in the morning. Rain doesn’t want to keep Swiss up that late again, but he wouldn’t complain if it happened by accident another time or two.

Their usual game continues. Rain hanging around the barn too much with a flirty lilt to his voice while Swiss acts like he has no clue why rains there even if he does. It still puts butterflies in rain tummy to see him. They’ve kissed, they’ve spent the night together but those big brown eyes have him weak in the knees.

“Meet me at my truck at sun down ok?” Swiss says low in rains ear one day as he walks by to feed the cows. It’s quick and Swiss has disappeared onto his next task before rain can stop him and ask why. He will do it anyways, of course he will.

The day goes by slower than rain had hoped. Looking at the sun every couple of minutes and hoping it sets faster and faster but the anxiety only prolongs the time that it feels rain is waiting. The sky turns a pretty orange and pink as rain sits in his day bed by the window, reading. The perfect sign that it’s time to go.

He throws on his boots and heads down the stairs. If he can get outside before his dad comes back he won’t have to explain anything. Rain stops to grab an apple from the kitchen, knowing Swiss probably hasn’t eaten since noon.

The sky darkens into a pretty dusk with a cool breeze that smells like nothing but Autumn. Swiss is leaning on his truck when he approaches, watching the small sparkling dots start to appear as it continues to get darker.

“Hi tadpole, glad you made it” Swiss wraps his arms around rain from behind, earning a small giggle as he sways with him.

“What did you need me for?”

“Wanted to show you something” Swiss holds out his hand, motioning for rain to hop in the bed of his truck “just get in for me”

Rain steps up with a struggle, Swiss grabbing his waist instinctively to hold him steady and get him in. He tries not to linger on it but the blush that spreads across his cheeks instantly gives him away. If Swiss notices though, he doesn’t say anything, more focused on laying his spare blankets down for them to lay on.

“And what is it you’re showing me?” Rain snuggles into Swiss’ side. His head lays by his shoulder with Swiss’ arm around him, he continues to stare up at the sky, pointing at a group of stars.

“Do you see that v?” He traces a shape into the air, “and the little, like, circle at the end of it?”

Rain squints, trying to follow his finger.

“I think so?”

“That’s Pisces, the fish constellation” Swiss says, fascinated by how bright they get out in the country.

“Doesn’t look like a fish to me” rain says, still squinting and trying to make out the image in the sky

“Well, it’s not exactly supposed to. It just is.” Swiss laughs “and that orange dot on the border? That’s Jupiter. You can’t see it from my apartment with the light pollution, but here? It’s beautiful”

Rain had never seen Swiss so enamored before, a sparkle of wonder in his eye like a child with his first telescope. He traced another shape, some kind of cup, or a U. Thinking quietly to himself.

“And why did you show me that one?” Rain asked after a second.

“Well you’re my little fishy, tadpole. Thought it was only appropriate.”

Rain mumbles a shut up before going back to watching him trace shapes. He did have to admit that the sky was beautiful. An inky blackness full of dots of light and he could honestly sit here and listen to Swiss talk about it for hours if he was able to.

It starts to become more apparent that maybe Swiss really is a bad influence on him.

Rains sneaking out a lot more, staying out late to skip back inside before the sun comes up but other times he’s too caught up in Swiss to want to leave.

He can never bring himself to pull out of his arms, though he refuses to say that out loud. A part of him worries that Swiss is merely… amused by him and nothing else, and that’s why he has to dive headfirst into whatever they have going on. To him it may be entertainment and meaningless but rain has regretfully caught feelings.

Swiss doesn’t fare any better in his own doubts. He wants to love him, be by him every second of the day but there’s a fear hes going to scare rain off. He’s going to get too attached and rain will leave.

The best they can do is just stick around and hope the other doesn’t run.

Rain lingers outside more on Fridays.

The weekend is always bleak. Rain takes up the necessary daily tasks that can’t be left undone while he waits for Swiss to return. Even just not having the presence of any of the other workers makes it boring. Rain enjoys seeing dew and cirrus mess with each other as they work, or mountain picking phantom up to reach high things. It adds life where it’s otherwise just dirty and yellow in rains eyes.

He waits by the barn more just to get more glimpses of Swiss before he has to be without him for two days. It isn’t a lot in the grand scheme of things but to a love sick rain it always feels like he may never return.

“And what’s a pretty little thing like you doing tonight” Swiss leans against the wood with his arms crossed. Rain scoffs at his boldness, rolling his eyes.

“Well I’d say it depends on who’s asking”

“And what if it’s me who’s asking?”

“Well then I guess I’m free, maybe” rain taunts. Swiss steps closer to him to grab his hands and swing them together.

“Well the others are having a bonfire tonight, wanted to know if you wanted to come with me”

Rain hesitates for a second. It’s more than they’ve done, it’s actually going off the property together instead of their usual sneaking around the grounds. Besides, do the others even like him? Most he’s never spoken more than a couple words to but-

“Oh, actually I don’t know. Wouldn’t want you to get dirt on your gown play with the peasants, princess”

Rain gasps, shoving him lightly

“I’m fucking going”

His truck is parked far past the field and into the large gravel plot that a couple storage buildings sat on so nobody could hear his awful muffler. It meant rain had walk a bit further on his own, glancing at his watch periodically. Home before 5, and he would be in the clear.

Swiss’ truck was warm and smelled like hay and tobacco and the worn leather of his coat, mixed with the cheap cologne that he tended to wear. There was no center console in the truck. Just a long bench with an old rosary hanging from the mirror. Swiss plays an old cassette as they drive. It’s a lot of old rock and country and it’s so very him. Rain thinks his heart may burst right out of his chest, especially when he sings softly to the music. His voice is like silk and as sweet as honey and he wants to live in it forever. Honestly he tries not to stare but he’s not very good at it.

Swiss keeps seeing Rain's hand resting on the seat and he wants to reach for it but dutifully keeps his hands on the wheel

They drive up to a small house and park on the lawn, driving slightly back behind and out of the light of the street lamps. A small fire flickered nearby with a couple of beat up lawn chairs in a circle around it.

He opens the door to shocked faces. Never in the other workers lives did they expect Swiss to bring rain to one of their hang outs. They thought he wasn’t allowed off of the property, let alone be with them.

“Get locked out of your tower princess? Maybe someone can throw down their hair for you” dew calls once the initial shock wears off.

“Oh fuck off you’re only mad you’re shorter than him” Swiss called, grabbing his own chairs from the bed of his truck. There was a bit of protectiveness and possession to his voice that has rain frozen, biting his lip as he waits for Swiss to set up the chairs.

Rain attempts to sink into his chair. He feels shy, out of place, because the others are staring at him like he’s some kind of alien creature. But Swiss has his arm around him and he’s warm and smells nice, so he will be ok for a bit.

“Keep this warm for me tadpole, Coke or a beer?” Swiss shrugs off his flannel and throws it over rain’s shoulders as he squats beside him, waiting for an answer.

“Um” rain looks around to the various drinks in everyone else’s hands, mostly alcohol, “beer please”

Swiss slinks off into the house. Rain draws the flannel tighter around him, breathing in his scent. Rain could get used to that cheap cologne he thinks, especially if he plans on keeping the flannel forever, but he’d never tell Swiss that.

A cold glass bottle is placed in his hands once Swiss comes back. He throws rain his keys giving him an expectant look.

“Go ahead rainy, use that old silver one”

“Use it for what?” Rain holds them up, confused

“Oh my god he doesn’t know how to open a bottle” dew barks out a laugh “Swiss give that poor kid your Coke, Christ!”

Swiss grabs the bottle from rains hands, swiftly using his keys to pop it open with a smile.

“I’m driving you irresponsible idiot” Swiss rolls his eyes “besides, I wouldn’t be fucking talking considering mountain has to open yours because otherwise you do it with your teeth”

Dew yells back something that Swiss blocks out. He’s stupid, yes he’s his best friend but god he can be an obnoxious idiot. He turns to see if rain is ok, and is enamored. He looks pretty in the glow of the fire. The music is loud and the fire is roaring and Swiss has never wanted him to be here more.

Rain takes a sip of his beer, scrunching his nose at the taste. It’s bitter and rain doesn’t know if he can finish it but he keeps taking small sips anyways just so he doesn’t look like even more of a loser. Swiss absolutely notices, the tell tale sign of someone’s first beer and he knows he hates it, but it’s funny to watch him try.

It’s still early in the night. Phantom keeps asking mountain to identify different trees in the dark while mountain sighs and keeps the lightweight entertained. Dew and cirrus argue over god knows what, probably some game they caught earlier in the day.

Swiss randomly grabs rains beer from his hands, taking large swigs when he thinks no one will notice. He wants to help him finish it, doesn’t want to embarrass him. For Swiss he knows it won’t affect him at all but he doesn’t want to see rain keep having to try and choke it down. Besides, he will sneak him a water later when he gets up to get another Coke.

The fire crackles and dims a bit as everyone mingles within themselves. Rain fidgets with his hands, stil awkward like he’s doesn’t exactly know how to conduct himself in a crowd of strangers, especially ones that assume he looks down upon them. He wraps his fists in the sleeves of Swiss’ flannel, playing with the buttons. Swiss swoons, secretly hoping it’ll smell like him whenever he gets it back. If he gets it back.

“Excuse me” rain whispers, getting up and heading inside for a moment. Dew stares at the door until it closes, getting up to walk towards Swiss.

“Why the fuck would you bring him?” Dew hisses, getting in Swiss’s face with a finger on his chest.

“What’s your problem? He’s cool I promise”

“Oh yeah sure and when he tells on us when we’re all hungover tomorrow you’ll be the one to find us all new jobs” dew tries not to turn completely red with anger. A mix of alcohol and fear and exasperation for Swiss’ actions.

“He’s not like that, he won’t sell us out” Swiss sighs. He hasn’t said a word about them so far, hell he hates his dads rules more than anyone, why would he care if the rest of them broke them? He’s never been the warmest, so it’s only fair they’re wary, even if it doesn’t feel great.

“He’s a spy, a sell out. This is just some weird plan to make sure we are doing our work I’m sure of it”

Mountain gives a sympathetic glance to Swiss. He knows him better, the look in his eyes around rain and the fact that he gave him his favorite flannel, he knows.

“Drop it dew. If it comes to that then we will worry about it then” mountain calls.

“Mark my fucking words army knife”

Rain soon comes back, feelings the new settled tension between everyone. Cirrus and phantom avoid looking at him while dews gaze only harshens. Mountain at least offers him a polite smile.

“We should get going rain, it’s late” Swiss says gently, folding up his chair.

They pack up quickly and ride in mostly silence on the way home. Rain feels bad, clearly something happened but he doesn’t know how to ask, and Swiss doesn’t know how to admit that they seem to hate him.

It’s not important, at least for now. Swiss parks far away in the gravel so the headlights don’t shine through the windows and rain makes no move to get out. The crummy old cassette plays a song that’s more static than music.

The silence doesn’t feel as bad the longer they sit, stealing small glances at each other. Their eyes meet accidentally, making them both laugh nervously.

The click of rains seatbelt makes Swiss jump, his heart falling a little because of the realization that the night is actually over now. Rain shifts to turn towards him.

He’s adorable. Flannel a little too big and sliding off his shoulders, his hair messy and the moon catches the sharp angles of his face just right.

“Not even a kiss goodnight? Thought you were a gentleman” rain laughs, trying to tease and almost ask for what he wants outright. They haven’t truly kissed again since the night in the barn, only a couple pecks on the cheek here and there.

“Well you gotta come here then tadpole” Swiss leans over the bench, placing a small peck on his lips and rain just looks disappointed when they part.

He needs a little more, his skin feels itchy whenever he and Swiss get close because god he wants to kiss him again and again and again-

Rain furrows his brow, just looking at him.

“You look disappointed rainy”

“I’m not, I just thought….”

Swiss smiled, grabs him by the collar and drags him in for another one. A proper kiss, just a little desperate until they’re both breathless and heaving into each other space. Rains lips are kissed a pretty red and a little plump and god Swiss is just

In love with him.

“Is that an ok goodnight princess?”

“Of course it is”

And with that, rain hops out of the car and sneaks back inside. Swiss stays for a second to make sure he gets in alright, he doesn’t comment about his flannel.

Rain doesn’t even realize he still has it until he’s back in his room. He closes his door quietly and leans back against it, trying to remember how to breathe properly and it’s hard because he can still smell Swiss. That’s when he looks down, realizing he accidentally stole his flannel. He truly didn’t mean to wander off with it.

He tells himself he will wash it and return it because it’s only polite, but he’s already climbing into his bed with it before the thought finishes.

Rain doesn’t sleep until well after the sun is up because his head just swims. Trying to pick every second apart. Was it more than what he thought it was? Was Swiss just indulging in him?

He likes him a lot. He hopes and prays this isn’t some stupid fling and Swiss is secretly just messing with him and rain doesn’t even know how to bring it up without sounding like a love sick idiot.

He needs to be more careful anyways. They can’t be around each other that much because they’ve been more than careless and honestly they’ve been lucky they haven’t been caught.

There’s a small part of rain that wakes up to Swiss’ scent and realizes he’s not next to him, he feels like an idiot for even imagining.

[deathbecomesthem]

Exile in Guyville 7 - Dance of the Seven Veils

Record shop Eddie Munson x AFAB Reader

Chapter Summary: 3K | Nancy and Steve are in town, and we're feeling very out of place. A phone call sets you on edge, and you're wishing you could go home, wherever that is. This chapter includes a lot of internal struggle with anxiety and panic on the part of our reader.

Warnings:

This series includes smut, angst, and fluff. There is a stalker in this story (neither Eddie or the reader are the stalker). There are many adult themes, including discussion about parental drug addiction. This series includes Steddie, but not in the present for our characters - we will be spending time in Eddie's past relationships.

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Even though he insisted it’s fine, you still need to swallow back the guilt when you dial the long-distance number into the cordless phone on Eddie’s nightstand. He insisted you call her, and he insisted you do it in the privacy of his room where you can speak freely. 

Your right hand keeps finding itself running along the bristly hairs on the top of your head. It soothes your nerves as the fingers on your other hand push the buttons on the plastic receiver. You can hear Eddie on the other side of the door, he’s still looking for things to “spruce up” before his friends finally make their arrival. Should be any time now, the stress that has been radiating off of him has started to itch at the back of your mind. It makes you want to run, and that’s exactly why you’re sitting on the edge of his bed with the phone in your hand.

It rings once, twice, three times. You count the rings, knowing you’ll let it go to seven before hanging up. It doesn’t come to that, though, and you hear a click on the line after the fourth ring.

“Hello.” Him. It’s his voice. You close your eyes and draw in a breath, careful not to let him hear it over the line.

“Hi Dad. How are you?” You keep your voice steady. Your body is braced for the impact of the unknown. You haven’t spoken to him since that evening on the front porch of the old house where you screamed words that could never be taken back.

His exhale feels like a release of your own breath, “Hi, Sweetie. I’m good. Looking for your mother?”

You bite your tongue, and say, “Yes, sure. I wanted to call and tell her where I’m staying. You too. Let you both know I’m doing ok.”

“I’m glad for that. Let me find her.”

You can hear the sound of the television in the background while your father’s footsteps move further away from where he left the phone to rest. You haven’t been to the new place and can only imagine what it looks like. You think she’s probably in bed. She’s always been a midday napper, and that was even more true the deeper she fell into the narcotic hole. 

Your ear is drawn to a different noise, a closer one. The sound of loud voices from down the hallway. They’re here. You close your eyes again and focus on the sounds on the phone over the sounds in the apartment. Butterflies beat wings in your belly. You wonder what would happen if you just left the phone on the bed and headed out the window on the other side of the room. Climb down the fire steps and walk out onto the street. Can’t be worse than this.

“Hello?” Your mother’s voice has sleep in it.

“Hi Mom. How are you?” 

“Oh, Honey, I miss you so much,” her voice is steady, and you’re grateful for that, “I’ve been calling, but I keep getting the machine. We want you to come out and visit soon.”

“Yeah, I know. I don’t have the money right no-” 

she cuts you off before you can finish, “-we can help you get a plane ticket. Pay for half maybe.” 

“Yeah, ok. Maybe for Thanksgiving or Christmas.” It’s not exactly a lie, but you have no intention of prioritizing a trip out of state when you can’t even afford a car payment. Especially not while you’re crashing in the spare bedroom of your - not boyfriend, what even is he - employer. 

You’re trying to tune out the sound of a booming male voice as it makes its way down the hallway, barely muffled by the door of Eddie’s bedroom, “this the bathroom? I gotta take a leak, she wouldn’t let me stop even after I finished that Big Gulp in central PA.”

“Who is that,” of course she can hear the sound of Eddie’s friend, Steve you assume, “you got a boy over there?”

“No, it’s just a friend of a friend. I’m staying with them for a little while. That’s actually why I was calling, I wanted you to have the number, so you knew how to get a hold of me.”

“Oh? What friend? Is it Rose or-”

“You don’t know them, but we work together. It’s been a good deal for me, and it’s better than staying in the house with everyone gone this summer.”

The silence on the phone line stretches like a rubberband. It’s always this way, you can’t tell her the truth, because she is incapable of helping. There is love between you and your family, but they haven’t been home for a long time.

“Ok. Give me the number, Honey. I’ll put it on the fridge. Please, take care of yourself. You know you can always come out here if you need to.”

“Yeah, I know,” you don’t know that, but continue, “thanks, Mom.”

The rest of the phone call is full of small talk. Chit chat about your dad’s job and your Uncle Nate. They moved out to the mountains of New York to be closer to your mom’s family. To fix the cracks in the foundation of their marriage after the years of your dad’s infidelity. They moved out there to get your mom away from her pill pushing doctor - and they failed there - New York has plenty of prescription pads just waiting to be filled out.

She’s telling you about the current length of your Aunt Deanna’s nails - too long, you’re sure - when you hear the not-so-quiet sound of a woman’s voice say your name. You hear words, but not sentences. Young. Dangerous. Stalker. Using you.

“I told her, if she wants to save up for that vacation to Florida, she needs to get her own manicure set for home. Those shops are too expensive, and she looks ridiculous anyway.”

“Uh huh,” you absentmindedly agree while you strain to hear what’s happening in the other room. Eddie’s voice, too low to make out what he’s saying through the door, sounds firm. Defensive. 

“Can you imagine? $40 to look like a street walker. She’s 53 for crying out loud.” Your mom is really getting cranked up. Her words are starting to slip, and the neck of your shirt begins to feel too tight. You run a finger along the neckline to pull it away from your skin while ignoring the slight slur coming through the sound of your mother’s conversation.

“Yeah, well, she’s always had her own style,” you say absentmindedly. The sounds of murmured voices in the other room and your mother’s ever growing louder words get lost in the whoosh of air throbbing in your ears. 

You stand up and move to the window, to allow fresh air to expand in your lungs. “Hey, mom,” you interrupt the rant you’re sure she’s currently running away with, “I gotta go. I’m sorry. There’s someone ringing in on the other line. I love you, I promise I’ll call you soon.”

You climb out onto the fire escape without bothering to hang the phone back up onto its base, sure that you’ll suffocate if you don’t get out of this room. How did it get so small? The cool metal on your bare feet in tandem with the warm summer sun warming your face effectively calms your breathing, the threat of the ring of darkness at the corner of your vision narrowing is beat back. You pull your knees together and wrap your arms around them, making yourself a small and tight ball, as firm as a boulder.

It’s easy to imagine climbing down the stairs and walking the miles to your house, the tender soles of your feet slapping against the sunbaked concrete sidewalk. You have shoes at home. And your bed. And your clothes. And your journals. All of the things that make your only home. You swallow back the wetness at your lash line at the thought, your only home isn’t safe anymore. 

Your only home isn’t safe - and it never was. Nowhere is, and never has been. Not even that house with the pool in the back on the other side of town where you spent your formative years. Because didn’t that home crumble under the pressures of life, leaving you standing in the middle of the street watching the back of your parents’ car driving away from you? 

Your own fingernails are digging into your hands hard enough to bring you back to yourself. You push it all down deep and to the back. You put it back in the corner. You shake your head and slowly make your way back into Eddie’s bedroom. You close the window behind you and pick up the phone receiver to put it back on its base. You gently wipe under your eyes to ensure no moisture remains, and you open the door of the bedroom to meet the people in Eddie’s living room.

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“... starving, since Nance wouldn’t stop for a snack break,” that male voice that isn’t Eddie’s is saying as you close the door behind you. You can see the back of Eddie’s head. He’s sitting just inside the living room on one of the kitchen chairs with a clear view of the hallway to his side. He turns his head at the click of the latch. His features soften at the sight of you.

“Yeah, well, some of us don’t have the bladder and appetite of a pregnant woman, Steve,” a female voice echoes down the hallway. You can hear the frown in her words.

You see Eddie turn and begin to rise and wave your hand at him in a sit motion. With every step of your feet, the new voices get louder. You swallow hard, pushing down the butterflies that have started to flit up your throat. You run your finger along the neckline of your shirt again for better airflow as you step out of the hallway and into the open space of the kitchen and living room.

A man and a woman, roughly the same age as Eddie, are sitting opposite him on the couch. Steve and Nancy, you remind yourself, suddenly unsure that those names are correct. A hand, warm and firm, is against the small of your back to gently guide you to the seat next to Eddie’s.

“Hey, there she is,” Eddie’s saying. It’s introductions all around, and you breathe a small sigh of relief to hear that you remembered the names correctly. You’re glad you didn't put your contacts in this morning. Their facial features are pleasantly blurred so you can’t read their reaction to your presence.

“So, as the resident townie, what’s the best spot for lunch around here?” Steve asks as soon as the introductory small talk dies down. He’s sitting back on the couch he’s sharing with Nancy, his left ankle resting on the knee of his right. His arms are spread across the back of the sofa. His body language reads, open - friendly - accepting. Nancy’s, though…

“I know a spot - “Eddie starts, attempting to answer Steve’s question. You realize the pause must have been too long, “ - a little deli on the corner.” You nod your head in agreement. You try for a smile, but it feels like invisible strings are tugging at the corners of your mouth with no success.

“Are there veggie options?” Nancy asks. She’s looking past Eddie to you as everyone in the room stands in silent agreement with the presented plan of lunch. “I mean, I could do tuna too. Pescatarian,” she tells you, pointing to her chest. She rolls her eyes when she sees the roll of Steve’s eyes.

“Uh,” you clear the feathery wings from your throat and say, “yeah. She’s got tuna and a halfway decent veggie sandwich. But there’s a better spot,” you look from the corner of your eye looking for the reassuring frame of Eddie, “well, better for vegetarians. Homemade hummus and baba ganoush.”

“Ooohh,” Nancy takes a couple of steps closer to you, and her features come into frame, “lead the way. Ignore Steve. He gripes, but he told me my mushroom and nut loaf is better than his wife’s meatloaf.”

Eddie’s giggle rises behind you. Nancy’s turned both of you to face the door of the apartment with her harm hooked into yours, letting Eddie and Steve follow behind. You try to imagine it as a friendly gesture, and not a vice grip trapping you close to this new person that doesn’t even know your last name. And didn’t you hear some of the things she said about you while you were still on the phone, or did you just imagine that?

You stay arm in arm down the stairs, and when you pass by the back entrance of the record shop, Nancy stands on her tiptoes to look into the porthole window. Eddie sidles up next to you, and Steve bookends your foursome on the other side of Nancy to peer in above her head.

“Oh wow, that’s the shop?” Steve asks, his breath disrupting the curls on top of Nancy’s head. 

“Yeah, it’s coming along, should be ready to open soon,” Eddie puts an arm around your waist and squeezes the soft flesh of your side. From this angle you can see the row of Eddie’s guitars you hung the other day with the Warlock in the center.

“Show us around when we get back from lunch,” Nancy says as she wheels you around. Eddie’s grip on you slips, and you find yourself making your way out into daylight. 

It’s a pretty day, and you’re focusing on the sidewalk in front of you. Each step sends vibrations from the bottom of your feet up your legs and to your center. Step. Step. Step. You think about pulling your arm free from Nancy. You think she must have excellent intuition, that arm around yours is the only thing keeping you from turning heel and bolting in the opposite direction. 

Eddie and Steve are several steps behind you, but you can hear their low murmured voices. It’s the sound of old friends. Steady and calm. It makes you smile for him, glad for Eddie to have these two here to be with him. You wonder what he’ll look like to you through the lens of these relationships. You wonder what you’re doing here with them right now.

The Zephyr entrance is just around the next corner, you can see Eli behind the counter inside. This town is full of your own old friends and acquaintances, so why do you feel so out of place here?

You find yourself finally able to work your arm out of Nancy’s when you take the steps up to the entrance, leaving her and the guys a step behind you. The familiar jingle of the bell and the smell of bread in the oven is like a hug. Eli smiles and waves, he’s wiping his hands on the towel hanging out of the front pocket of his apron while he walks to the front of the cafe.

“Long time no see,” he tells you, wrapping you in a one-armed embrace. He nods and waves a hand at the rest of the group. “Table for 4?”

You nod in answer and follow him to a table in the corner. You can see the amphitheater out the window where you’re seated, a nice distraction for you when the conversation turns to stories you don’t know. From here you can see the building where Rose’s apartment is located, and you think about stopping over there after lunch. She’s been scarce, passing time with that new guy. 

“Oh, Robbie would love this place,” Steve says as he takes a seat. You’re left to wonder who Robbie is, suddenly finding yourself annoyed at Eddie’s lack of disclosure about this part of his life. “Nance, we have to get her out here next time.”

“Well, yeah. She was pissed she couldn’t come this time, but it was so short notice…” Nancy leaves her sentence unfinished, and you wonder what she’s implying.

That’s how it goes. Nancy and Steve communicating with Eddie in a secret coded language you don’t understand. You’re glad for the view of the amphitheater. You smile every so often. You order for the table. It’s easy to pass this lunch by, knowing that as soon as it’s over you’re going to walk away from this situation. 

You don’t know what Steve said when Eddie put his foot on top of yours, but you know it must be something that should have been a red flag for you. You ignore it, and look at the crows on the sidewalk, picking at the fries left by someone exiting one of the bars late last night. You just let their conversation pass through you, smiling and nodding when it seems appropriate, ignoring the way that Eddie’s eyes search your face. You shouldn’t be here.

“I’m sorry, I need to run to the bathroom,” you tell the table. The plates have been cleared by Eli at this point. You interrupted something that Eddie was saying, something about open mic night. You stand up and walk away to the sounds of ascent, permission to leave the table and void your bladder. 

You walk down the hallway and find Eli at the back door with a cigarette dangling from his fingers. You step out the door to join him.

“Hey, I’m taking off. Can you let my friends know I’m not feeling well?” You ask him as you light your own smoke. Flies are buzzing around your head on the way over to the open lidded dumpster. Sweet and sour food rot aroma fills your nostrils.

“Mmm,” he nods and turns his head to look at you, “you look a little peaky. Not too bad, though. You ok? Need anything?”

“No, I just need to get the fuck out of here, ya know?”

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summary: After a worried phone call from Wheezie, you decide to come back to Kildare. Some light smut for your Monday evening (:

part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven

part eight

wc: 3k

a/n: i just want to thank everyone for all the support in this series! as always, let me know what you think! hope y'all love it! the next part is the conclusion!

warnings: mentions drugs & smut!

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The doorbell rang as the first guests of the night showed up. Rafe dapped them up and walked them into the backyard, kissing your cheek quickly as he walked past. The door opened and you watched as Sarah walked in with John B right by her side. 

“Hey, guys! John B, I didn't know you were coming too!” You said excitedly. 

“You know me, I love a good kook party,” he replied, sarcastically. 

You shook your head and walked with them to the backyard to grab some beers. 

“You look fucking hot in that dress, Y/N,” Sarah shouted over the music. You thanked her as you got caught up on their last couple of days. You laughed at a joke John B had made before Rafe came over, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. They stared at each other menacingly for a second before you squeezed Rafe’s hand and he fixed his face. 

“Hey, guys,” he said, trying to act indifferent. 

“‘Sup, Rafe,” John B sent him an obviously fake smile. 

“What’s up?” You asked Rafe. 

He turned his head to whisper in your ear so they don’t hear him, “Just checking on you, you look too good tonight.”

You giggled and pushed him away, starting to feel dizzy from the mix of alcohol and his attention. He smiled and walked away as someone else called his name. Sarah and John B looked disturbed by your little moment and you just laughed at them, changing the subject quickly. You sat down with them, your eyes moving until you found Rafe, already looking at you, while a stranger talked to him animatedly. You bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling as you looked away to hide the blush on your cheeks. Sarah watched the interaction, seeing the look on Rafe’s face when you looked away. She sighed, she knew he loved you. There was no doubt about that, and you felt just the same. John B stood up to get everyone another round of drinks and left the two of you sitting there. 

“So?” She asked expectantly. 

“What?”

“Have you fucked my brother yet?”

You choked on the last of your drink, coughing as you laughed. 

“What?”

“Come on, we haven’t really had the chance to girl talk.”

“So to fix that, you want me to tell you about the sex I have with your brother?” You laughed. 

“I mean spare the nitty gritty details, but I want to talk to you about what’s going on in your life. Even if it is with my brother.” 

You nodded and sighed, “No we haven’t fucked yet.” 

You watched him across the room as he leaned his head back, laughing at something the guy had said to him. 

“But you want to?” 

“We’ve slowly gotten closer to it happening, it probably would’ve happened by now if he could get it back up earlier.” 

She gave you a questioning look as you laughed at what you had said, providing no context. 

“He gave me head last night and then I gave him head before the party.” 

“No wonder he can’t keep your eyes off of you tonight.” You looked over to see him staring at you again, looking away once you made eye contact. 

“Look,” you pulled your dress up your thigh a little to show her the garter you were wearing. 

She squealed, “Yes!”

“Never in my life did I think you would be so happy to hear about my sex life with your brother.”

“Okay, if you could just stop reminding me that it’s my brother we’re talking about, that'd be great. It’s really killing the vibe.”

John B came over to take his seat next to Sarah, handing out the drinks. “What’d I miss?”

You shook your head and before you could tell him he didn’t miss anything Sarah blurted out, “Y/N’s getting dick tonight!”

John B looked at you with wide eyes. 

“Sarah!” You gasped, “Do you need to be cut off from the drinks already?” 

“Congrats,” John B said awkwardly, laughing, “But Rafe, really?”

You died of laughter at his reaction and just shrugged, “It’s a nice dick, what can I say?”

They both howled, “Ew, Y/N!”

“You’re the one who wanted to talk about it!” You defended. 

They laughed as they told you all about Pope and Cleo and JJ and Kie, they all became a big group of couples. You stood up from your seats and led them to the kitchen, all deciding to do some shots. Rafe excused himself to walk into the house after you, finding you cheers-ing with your friends. You had the most beautiful smile on your face, he was so happy you were happy. He watched your face as you cringed at the alcohol burning your throat, and laughed, letting them know he was in the room. 

“Rafe! Come take a shot with us!” You beamed. 

Sarah and John B shared an apprehensive look and Rafe looked at them, “You guys cool with that?” 

They shrugged and Sarah poured four shots. Rafe came up behind you, which was a bad idea. You pressed your ass against his crotch and he grabbed your hip roughly to keep you from moving.

You raised your glasses and smiled as you took the shot, Rafe not letting you go once. 

“You okay?” He asked. 

“I’m great, you okay?” 

“Yep, not feeling the drinks yet?”

“Maybe a littleeeee,” you trailed off. 

“Me too,” he chuckled. 

You pulled him in for a kiss, forgetting where you were for a second. He grabbed your cheeks, deepening the kiss. Sarah cleared her throat before you gasped, pulling away. 

“Sorry,” you apologized quickly. 

Rafe’s eyes didn’t leave your face as you gave her a sheepish smile. 

“You guys enjoying the party?” He asked them. 

“Yeah man, it’s cool.” John B answered. 

Your phone buzzed on the counter, Wheezie sent a selfie of her and her friend doing face masks. You smiled and told Sarah to take a photo with you to send back and she instantly responded.

Are you assholes throwing a party?

You laughed out loud as you showed Sarah and put your phone back down. Rafe hugged you closer against him, he was super touchy tonight while he was tipsy. Things were still a little tense but it was much more bearable under the influence. You heard the next song come on the radio and you gasped, “I want to dance!” 

You grabbed Sarah’s hand as you dragged her to the door back outside, leaving Rafe and John B standing there. They both made their move to the door to get out of there as soon as possible but stopped as they tried to go out the door at the same time.

Rafe stepped back and waved him through, “Sorry, go ahead.” 

“Thanks, man,” John B passed him, they stood next to each other watching you dance with Sarah. You were in front of her, grinding on her as she grabbed your waist, dancing back onto you. The beat dropped and so did you, moving your ass against her as she cheered loudly. You threw your hair back as you laughed, having the time of your life. Your dress started to rise up, John B and Rafe both looked around to see most people watching the two of you. Rafe moved in to grab the bottom of your dress and pull it down but not before noticing the garter you had put on earlier, he pulled you closer to him and away from Sarah as she pouted, John B walking over to her too. She kissed him, distracting herself from missing her friend. 

“What’s that you’re wearing, Y/N?” He asked. 

“Nothing,” you answered feeling kind of shy in front of all these people. He reached down to grab your ass and pulled you against him to place a searing kiss on his lips. You couldn’t stop if you wanted to, sucking on his bottom lip before he reattached your lips and devoured you in a kiss. Your hands were in his hair, his hands grabbing your backside harshly. You moaned into his mouth before you heard a yell next to you. 

“God damn, Rafe, are you trying to swallow her?” Kelce laughed as he came over and threw an arm over your shoulder. 

“Hey Y/N, welcome back!” 

Rafe huffed, annoyed at the interruption. 

“Kelce! I’m so happy you’re here!” You jumped into his arms and gave him a hug. He chuckled as he grabbed you before you knocked him back. 

“Missed you too, Queenie.”

Rafe gave him a glare and he immediately let go of you. Looking next to you to see John B and Sarah dancing. 

“Oh shit, Sarah and the pogue are here!” Kelce shouted confrontationally. 

“Yeah, hey Kelce,” John B deadpanned. 

“Kelce just leave them alone, okay?” You said. Rafe gave him a look that said to drop it. 

“Whatever you say, princess,” he rolled his eyes, and walked away, seeing someone doing a line on the table and sitting next to them. You looked up at Rafe nervously, his eyes watching them as they cut and snorted the lines. John B and Sarah watched as you grabbed his hand and squeezed it, breaking him out of his trance. You smiled up at him and he smiled back, “You good?” you asked. 

“I’m perfect, I’m with you,” He smiled. 

You let out a sigh of relief as you looked over at John B and Sarah. 

“I think we’re gonna head out,” Sarah whispered in your ear, you wiggled your eyebrows and she nodded excitedly. You threw your head back and laughed, “Are you sure you’re going to be okay with him here?” She asked.

“Yeah I got this,” you smiled confidently as he came over to rest his head on your shoulder, kissing your neck. You giggled and yelped at the teasing bite he left, John B practically dragging Sarah out of there.

“Be safe!” You yelled.

“You be safer!” She yelled back. 

“Come on, baby. Let’s get out of here for a little,” Rafe whispered in your ear.

He grabbed your hand and dragged you through the crowd.

“Okay, Cameron, get some!” Kelce yelled from the table and the crowd around him cheered, your cheeks turning pink. You looked next to him and noticed Sofia looking at you with a small smile on her face, you waved and kept walking You grabbed the bottle of whiskey off the kitchen island and poured two glasses leaning against the counter, thankfully everyone seemed to be outside. You cringed as you took a sip, “How the hell do you drink this shit so casually?”

He laughed and grabbed the second glass, gulping it all down at once. He shrugged, trying to act cool about it so you grabbed your glass and downed the rest of yours. You held in your cough until you couldn’t anymore and he laughed at your struggle to keep your composure. He laughed harder than you had seen in a while and in your intoxicated state, you start to feel a little emotional. He was here, he was healthy, and you were working on getting your old Rafe back from before everything went wrong. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I just really missed you,” you sniffled. 

“You’re drunk,” he waved off.

“You're drunk, doesn’t mean I didn’t miss you.”

He sat there staring at you, feeling the love in your eyes. 

“I missed you too,” he said softly.

He kissed you all over your face and neck as you squeal, his hands tickling your sides. 

“Y/N? Why do you want to have sex again so soon?”

“Because you’re hot as fuck and you know exactly how I like it,” you paused before continuing, “but honestly, I also want to feel as close to you as humanly possible.”

Rafe nodded, deep in thought.

“We can wait if it stresses you out. But I want to, and you want to, it’s not like we haven’t done it before. It’s not a big deal.”

“Y/N, you’re the one who wanted to slow down.”

“I didn’t want to fuck you on the second night I was back. A lot has changed since then.”

“Like what?” he argued.

“I saw for myself how hard you’re trying to be a better man.” He softly smiled at that. 

“Don’t put so much pressure on it, Rafe,” you said, getting closer to him to massage his tense shoulders while you whispered in his ear, “I’m not going to keep begging for it, but just know, I’m all yours if you want me.”

“Oh, you’re gonna beg for it,” he replied.

You leaned over to pour two more glasses, wanting to keep the buzz going. He watched your head lean back, your throat exposed as you swallowed the drink. Your face scrunched at the burn and that was enough for him. 

“Fuck it,” he grabbed you from the back of your legs, picking you up quickly. You yelped, leaning down to swipe the bottle off the counter, and wrapped your arms around his neck. He pressed you against the wall outside of his room while he tried to unlock it with his key. You leaned down and started biting and sucking at his neck, trying to leave marks. He hissed at one particularly hard bite and pinched the back of your thigh. He got the door open and threw you on the bed roughly, turning to lock the door behind him as you set the bottle on the nightstand and pushed yourself back towards the headboard. 

Your dress rode up your thighs while you adjusted and Rafe turned around to watch as you tried to pull it back down, “Don’t get all shy now.”

The music thumping outside matched your increasing heartbeat, he stalked over to you and immediately kissed you, all niceties had left the atmosphere as he immediately shoved his tongue into your mouth, groaning at the taste of you. You kissed back breathlessly, caught off guard by the lightning-fast mood switch in the room. Rafe sat down next to you without breaking the kiss and you climbed onto his lap, garters exposed as you did so. “What else do you have under this dress, baby?” 

You stood up in front of him, he turned so he was completely facing you with his legs bent off the side of the bed. You pulled your dress over your head teasingly slow as he watched with bated breath. “God damn,” he murmured. You sat on his lap, your back facing his as you ground onto him, letting him watch your ass move in your thong. He ran his finger under the strap, snapping it back against your skin harshly before grabbing your asscheeks and slapping them causing you to whimper. You turned around straddling his lap and he looked down to see your boobs practically spilling out of your bra, he groaned at the sight and leaned down to leave hickeys all over before pulling your bra down roughly. You reached behind you to unhook it, dropping it on the floor behind you and he pulled his shirt over his head. You pushed him back by his shoulders so he was laying down and started grinding over his growing erection. He slapped your ass again before flipping you over to resume control. He licked and sucked all over your chest and worked his fingers down to your underwear, feeling your wetness. 

“Damn, baby, already ready for me?”

“I want you so bad, Rafe,” you whined, grabbing at him through his pants. He pulled his pants down, relief washing over his face as he freed himself from the confines. He kissed you again, reaching to grab a condom from the drawer as he kicked his pants off. You took it from him eagerly, ripping it open with your teeth and rolling it over him as he moaned at the feeling. 

“You ready?” He asked, moving your underwear to the side, teasing your clit with his dick.

You nodded rapidly and he slowly pushed in, you both moaned out at the missed feeling. He tried to contain himself and move slowly to not hurt you. You squeezed his arms, digging your nails into his biceps as he push himself, filling you to the hilt. He stayed still for a moment, looking at your face. Your eyes were squeezed shut, trying to adjust to his size. 

“Okay?” he asked.

You nodded, keeping your eyes closed. 

“Look at me,” he said softly, you opened your eyes, “So pretty,” he whispered as he thrust into you again, faster this time. Your back arched off the bed and you moaned loudly. He shushed you, laughing at your reaction but didn’t slow down once. The headboard started slamming against the wall, encouraging him. You whimpered as he grabbed your leg, stretching it to hang over his shoulder. 

“Fuck, Rafe.” “I love this fucking pussy. Missed this so much.”

You nodded frantically, dragging your nails down his back. He hissed at the pain, not once letting up on you. You clenched around him, causing him to moan out.

“Keep doing that baby.”

You squeezed against him again and his hips sputtered, dropping your leg for you to wrap it around his waist. He moved his hand to rub your clit and you cried, practically drooling from the pleasure. You chanted his name, practically yelling, hopefully no one from the party was in the house. 

“You wanna cum?”

All you could do was nod, he sped up pushing you that much closer to the edge. The man was relentless, it was like he was possessed.

“Beg for it Y/N.”

“Please, Rafe. Oh my god, please let me cum. Rafe, please.”

At a particularly hard thrust, hitting just the right spot, you came around him. You squeezed his arms, knuckles turning white as your vision went blurry. Hearing and feeling you cum around him was all he needed to get there, cumming into the condom before pulling out to throw it out. You lay there looking at him with a hazy smile on your face and he smiled back. 

“Well?”

“Well?” you asked.

“Everything you wanted?”

“Everything I wanted and more.”

He agreed and you both sighed, getting up to get redressed to go back down to the party. The two of you peeked over the balcony over the party and saw everyone still dancing and drinking the night away. Someone from the yard noticed the two of you. You were wearing his shirt, and he was shirtless with just his pants back on, so it wasn’t hard to guess what was happening upstairs. Everyone cheered and started a chant, “Cameron! Cameron! Cameron!”

He shrugged with a dopey smile on his face, grabbing you by the throat to pull you in for a kiss in front of everyone.

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Rescue Mission (Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x Reader)

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word count: 6.1k...i can't write a 3k essay but I can do this

warnings: 18+ mild smut, fluff, a lot of violence, self-doubt, graphic stuff etc. (forgive me if I've forgotten anything)

a/n: Wow am I entering my writing era again? I haven't written any sort of fanfic since I was like in my early teens, and I'm sure you can imagine how bad it was then, so I'd like to think this is better, but that's up to y'all to dictate. I do hope you all enjoy it, and as much as I desperately wanted to write for Ghost (which maybe I will in the future) I wanted to do something for Soap, he deserves love too, and there's not enough.

I don't know if I'll make this a part 2, if enough of you want it then I'll see what I can do - I also don't know how much more I'll write - knowing me it'll be like once in a blue moon lol

Anyway, I've spent my time writing this instead of completing uni work, which I desperately need to finish, but anything to procrastinate. I'd really appreciate any and all feedback, so please let me know if I can improve and if y'all wanna see anything specific in the future.

(I've gone over and edited it, so hopefully there's no mistakes)

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With an intruding knock on your door followed by Ghost’s command of “Smoke get your ass up, Price wants you in his office in 10.” You were left to get ready in a rush with no negotiations.

Walking into the bathroom all you can focus on is the redness around your eyes followed by some bags to bring the look together, and the faded scar under your left eye as a reminder of past fights. You find yourself rarely getting any sleep these days - between random calls for missions and the ongoing night terrors, there’s little to no time for rest. You tend to wonder how much longer your body will be able to handle before it gives into exhaustion and you hit the ground - probably with Ghost at your heels telling you to get the fuck up before he drags you up himself. It really wouldn’t be a surprise if he did that to you, you thought to yourself with a small smirk gracing your face.

With several minutes to spare you throw some water on your face, flinching at the temperature - not quite awake enough to readily process things - patting your face dry and smoking your eyes out with some black paint you're closer to being ready to leave. You find yourself thinking back on a memory where Lt argued you had stolen his look of the blacked-out eyes and anonymity, but you begged to differ, plus you teased you looked better than the big man anyway, which had made him quietly huff.

Finishing up in the bathroom you slipped the plain black balaclava over your head, weary of the healing cut that laid as a reminder of the last mission on your cheek. In some fresh undergarments and black uniform you find yourself robotically walking out the room and down the hall to Price - there’s little thought in your actions anymore, everything’s just an automatic response, and there’s no need to think.

With a deep breath, you knock on the door, “Captain.”

“Come in Smoke.” Price said with a gruffness to his tone - he's not quite a morning person himself despite how long he'd been in the military.

Walking into the room, there’s a thick layer of tension that feels suffocating - your not sure what he’s going to ask of you, but you're on edge, he looks nervous, and Price is never unnecessarily nervous.

“Please sit Smoke.” And he averted his gaze on your eyes to look back down at his desk - it was definitely nerves, he didn't quite have Ghost's staring issues, but he always stared you down when you were walking into the office.

“Yes, Captain.” Without much else to say, you took your place on the dingy chair in front of his desk.

“Did Ghost tell you anything?” He made eye contact then, not averting it like before.

“…no, he didn’t. Just said to meet you in 10.” You felt your brows furrowing slightly at his question - should Ghost have said anything? You would've liked a pre-warning from the guy seeing Price's nerves shining through.

“Well, we’ve got a mission come up for you. It’s solo.” He states staring directly into your eyes, he knew you weren't going to be okay with this arrangement, so why the fuck had he decided on this.

“And you can’t have Ghost complete it?” There was a growing edge of anger to your tone, you didn’t want this, and you were getting progressively defensive.

“He’s aiding Laswell in a separate mission. You can’t hide forever y/n - it’s been a year now, and you’ve had more than enough time only participating in group missions…I wouldn’t make you do this if I doubted you.” There was sincerity in his tone, but you didn't want to believe him, you refused to.

“You didn’t doubt me a year ago and look how that went down, almost got the whole team's data exposed and ended up near enough getting Johnny killed while his ass was dumb enough to accept a rescue mission to save me.” Your hands were starting to shake underneath the table, and you could feel your heart rate starting to beat faster at the memories of Johnny coming to save you. “Look Price I’m not the fucking one, you got enough men on this base better than me and-“

“It’s MacTavish Smoke, and no I don't", you felt your stomach drop and the thoughts started running wild through your head. "Soap lost contact with us 2 days ago and we’ve received intel that a new terrorist organisation in the Middle East have taken him hostage. I’m not going to tell you again Sergeant - your mission is to save Seargent MacTavish and you’ll do it without fail. Do you understand?” He was giving no room for you to back out of this, there was no way to. You couldn't leave Johnny, but you also didn't feel capable after screwing up your last solo mission.

The tension had snapped after his confession, but was replaced with trepidation - it was all up in the air now, but you still felt like you were suffocating. Johnny was supposed to be on an in-and-out mission, nothing too difficult - he was supposed to be done tomorrow, what the fuck had happened?

Swallowing, you asked for the necessary intel, and Price started to brief you on the mission. You were to head to Yemen, following coordinates that Price would send to you once you were in the country. From here you were alone - it was a high-risk operation and they didn't want to risk losing more soldiers than was needed - Price knew you were capable of completing this alone, even if you didn't.

~~~Time skip~~~

Now in the heli you were about an hour away from the house Soap was situated in - you had, had time on the aeroplane to figure out a basic plan and between the anxiety of what Soap was currently enduring and the desperation to succeed you knew what you were going to do.

Price's intel suggsted there were about 50 men minimum around this base at all times - but tonight there was some sort of event, and there were going to be about half that, which made things easier, but you knew it meant they'd be on higher alert; especially when they have a member of the 141. About 5 men would be at the entrance to this home give or take; another few men would be around the back of the house; give or take there would about 6 men patrolling the ground and first floors; then that left probably 3 men with Johnny and some stragglers patrolling the ground of the place, but there was no guarantee this was even close to the layout in reality. What you did know though was that there was a blind spot around the east side of the house where there was a small hatch to the basement of the place - this was your only safe way in and depending on how things went, it'd also be your safe way out.

"Seargent y/l/n, we're here, you ready?" you heard a static voice come through the headset from the pilot.

"As ready as one could be I guess.", you all but muttered into the mic.

And with a count down you were sliding down the rope and landed heavily onto the ground - it was dry land, which meant it'd be easier to cover tracks if necessary, but it also meant there were fewer ways in which you could hide yourself and Soap wouldn't be in the best of conditions for this, assuming he was alive.

Hiking to the house, you were half expecting someone to take you down on the spot with every step you took, but with each step, you got closer to where you had to be, but you still couldn't allow yourself to take a relaxed breath of air.

After about a 40-minute walk, you found yourself on the edge of the compound if you could call it that. You were in the middle of nowhere and already knew you needed to do this quietly - running away was going to be difficult with the sheer amount of open land, but there were a few valleys into the back of the compound, which you were sure you'd be able to escape and camp up in, assuming there were caves within them.

You noticed there were a group of men at the front - maybe about 11..something wasn't right, but you had no clue what was going on yet. There were 2 guys covering the back of the place and no one on the east side - at least it was a blind spot for sure. Without another thought, you went from your prone position to stalking toward the hatch, which would hopefully lead to Soap.

Putting an ear to the small hatch, you listened for what was beneath, and so far there was only silence - hopefully, it stayed that way. With that, you lifted the hatch carefully, making little noise, and peered in, seeing steps leading down - it was dark though - had they been depriving Soap of all his senses hoping he'd go mad enough to confess or something?

Without little insight into what was beneath you, you had no real way to plan how you'd go about this, but what you did know was there were more men outside than you'd planned for, which gave you a little less anxiety. Creeping down the stairs, you turned your night vision on and took a moment to look around. Where the fuck was Johhny? All you could see were damp cobble walls and dirt. Walking to the bottom of the stairs you pulled a suppressed pistol out and a knife and stalked the room looking for another door.

Suddenly a door above you opened - there was another set of stairs and light seeped through before it closed again, welcoming the darkness once again. With the night vision still active you could see one of the men walking down the stairs with what looked like an AK-47 - that made it a lot easier for you to take him out from behind, it would take too long for him to adjust and fire. Watching him reach the bottom of the stairs, you stalked closer to his figure and just before he could flip the switch on the wall, you pulled your knife and plunged it into his neck, covering his mouth and slowly lowering his writhing body to the floor - making sure to make as little noise possible.

Moving the guys body to an empty corner of the room you remained silent and listened for anything else above - no sound. You assumed he was to take watch of Soap - hoping he was behind a door you noticed was under the stairs this guy had come down. There was again no light seeping underneath; either he was elsewhere or they were indeed depriving him of his sense, but you had no idea if there were any men in there. Putting your ear to the door all you could make out were some shallow breaths - it had to Johnny.

Pushing the door forward, you cringed hearing it squeak on his hinges. If someone was in here, then they knew you were too, and with no precautionary thoughts, you walked into the room, scanning it with your gun aimed and knife up.

There he was. You felt tears prick at your eyes, his body had stiffened and his breathing had picked up - Johnny wasn't ever usually this scared, what had they done to him?

Turning to your left you flipped a switch and closed the door behind you, putting a chair underneath in case anyone tried to walk in before you could prepare.

Walking to Johnny you placed a gentle hand pulling up the cloth bag they'd placed over his head - the small flinch hadn't gone unnoticed by your gaze. Letting him adjust to the light, you placed a gentle hand on his jaw, examining the cuts littering his face - you doubt they'd scar, but you were guessing the real pain was done to his body - you could see the crimson that was dried to his clothes - he looked like a mess, you had to get the both of you out of here and straight to a medic, you couldn't bare this for much more.

Of all the years you'd known Johnny, you'd always denied how you felt about him - he was a friend, a coworker, and there was a fine line you refused to cross, you didn't want to lose him nor your team. But seeing him like this, seeing him so broken - noticing his pained stare holding onto your eyes, you knew you couldn't deny what you felt anymore. There was no way you could deny that the pain in your chest wasn't due to the man you refused to accept your feelings for.

"Smoke? That you?" Soap all but managed to mumble out - his eye was bruised up and there was some mild swelling - nothing that concerned you too much, but you could imagine he was having a hard time properly focusing on you.

"Yeah, it's me Johnny. You're alright now, yeah." you said it more to convince yourself than him, but you had to start making moves, as much as you wanted to hold him in your arms and soothe whatever was going through his head, you had to get him out of here before they sent more of them down here, you knew you were counting down mere minutes before they would come.

"Johnny I'm going to cut you out and give you a stim, then we're going - we'll find somewhere to hold up for a bit then I'll call for evac." you were rushed in your movements, still careful with him to not hurt him any more than what he was.

With his hands now free, he brought them to his sides and tried to loosen his arms up a bit from where they had been stiff behind his back. Coming to his front, you gave him a stim and he became more aware of what was happening.

Standing tall, you held his sides, noticing his lack of balance. He sucked a breath in when he felt your hands come up on his sides - you were so gentle, he'd only felt calloused hands pressing into his body over the course of the past few days, and it felt comforting to have you holding him with such care.

With one last look up into his eyes, you told him to follow behind - just to trust you. He never doubted you for a second, the moment he'd known it was you who was sent to rescue him, he knew you'd get the both of them to safety - he admired your skill on the field, even if you didn't possess the same ability to believe you could succeed this.

Moving the chair from the door you flipped the switch, feeling one of Soap's hands come up to your shoulder - he didn't want to admit it to himself, but he knew this was going to take a toll on his mental state.

Opening the door, you took a deep breath and moved forward with Soap at your heel. Crouching back in front of the guy you'd taken out, you took his gun, and gave it to Soap behind you, which he gladly took - feeling more confident now he could aid you.

Heading up the stairs to the hatch, you both suddenly went stiff hearing the door open. Without much thought to pushed Soap further up the stairs whispering for him to leave and run into a valley - you'd be right behind him. His eyes remained on yours - he looked worried, he didn't want to leave you - he'd never forgive himself if you were hurt because he ran. With another push, he lifted the hatch - he trusted you, he had too.

Aiming the pistol you hit the first guy directly in the head, knocking him cold. He fell to the floor with a thud and before you could get a solid aim on the second guy, he shouted something in Arabic and suddenly you could hear chaos starting to ensue upstairs - all you could think was how the fuck you were going to do this now. Shooting the guy in the leg, he fell to the floor with a pained scream and you rushed out the hatch hearing several men shouting at each other. You could see Soap at an edge of a valley - it wasn't a far run, you could make this you were sure.

Without a second thought, you took off for the valley edge where you could see Soap prone aiming his gun. Suddenly bullets started to litter the ground around you and Soap could only do so much to fire back before they'd eventually get him to. Pulling the infamous smoke grenades from your belt you pulled the pin in one throwing it behind you and another one you threw in Soaps direction. With bullets still firing at nothing, you pushed your legs as fast as they'd go, and just as you got to where Soap was now stood, you felt a searing pain travel up your left arm.

"Fuck! Soap I've been hit" you gritted between clenched teeth, "carry on running, we need to find somewhere to bunker down for the next few hours while tensions calm".

Nodding his head in your direction, Soap continued forth with you in tow - you could both hear the men shouting from behind - they were gaining, but you were still ahead enough to hide. Feeling a hand grip your right arm, you were pulled into Soap's side in a crack big enough for the two of you. You could feel the beating of his heart and for a minute you felt yourself relax and just as you did the adrenaline started to wear off, and your arm was throbbing in pain.

Looking over Soap, he seemed to be okay - the stim hadn't worn off yet, and you still had another one for when it did.

Leaning his head down, you felt your heart pause - you felt yourself staring at his lips, wondering how they would feel pressed against your own, thinking that it'd be enough to distract you from the current pain you felt. You felt your hands running up his torso to lay on his chest, feeling his heart beat even faster if that was possible. He was warm despite the nipping breeze. Preparing to move your hand to his neck, Soap bent closer to your ear whispering for you to follow him. You felt stupid - of course, he wasn't about to kiss you in the middle of a mission, let alone ever - you had selfishly been misinterpreting his body's response as something else - he was hurt and tensions were high - you were stupid to think it had been anything to do with you. With that you dropped your arms back to your sides, flinching as you lower your right arm, and followed Soap deeper into this crack, seeing it led into a small cave - it was still cramped, but you'd live.

As you were about to open your mouth to speak, Soap placed his hand over it - silencing you from making any sound, clenching your thighs, you found yourself keening into his touch before coming back to your sense when you heard footsteps and Arabic being shared between people. Suddenly things got very real again and you felt Soap's over arm come across your waist and pull you into him - the both of you needed some sort of comfort right now, and the both of you relished in each other's warmth.

With quiet shallow breaths, the men passed by and you relaxed against Soap's chest. You felt safe with him behind you, you had been so anxious completing this mission that you felt back in your comfort zone being with Soap.

"Think we're okay now hen?" That stupid pet name he used had you smiling underneath the mask, you secretly loved how he only said it to you, but would always pretend it bothered you, which only made him tease you more.

With a staggered breath you turned to face him - you didn't realise how close you were, your noses almost touching but you didn't make the effort to move. "I think we're okay Johnny, for now at least, we'll wait a couple hours then I call for evac".

"How're you feeling?" you asked tentatively placing a hand under his cheek where there was a cut, careful not to press too hard - you never wanted to cause him pain.

Feeling bolder than usual, Soap placed a hand over yours that held his cheek - you felt your heart rate pick up, feeling his calloused skin run over your gloved hand and onto your wrist where your skin was exposed. He could feel the fast pulse within your wrist and wanted to ignore the dull ache in his body, noticing that the stim was starting to wear off. He stared into your open eyes, looking at him so full of admiration, and all he wanted to do was press his lips to yours in a searing kiss - so selfishly he wanted to distract himself with you. He'd seen you with your mask off once and the image was burned into his mind - he spent countless nights led in bed remembering how full your lips looked; how smooth your skin was - with a faded scar beneath your left eye; the way your hair perfectly parted down the middle with bangs that perfectly framed your face, and hair stopping at your shoulders; with a jaw so perfectly carved he wanted nothing more than to bury his face in the crook of your neck and place gentle kisses upon your jaw, trailing down to your neck - you were perfection to him, pure perfection and all those nights he'd relish in that memory thinking about your beauty, or fisting his hard cock - precum dripping from his tip as he imagined those full lips taking him in while he praised you from above as your doe eyes stayed locked on his.

Taking a sudden breath in as you felt the pain back in your arm, Soap was pulled from his thoughts with worry plastered over his face, "Oh yeah, I'm okay hen, the pain's starting to come back, but let's get you fixed up."

Even though he'd been through a torturous hell the last few days, your wellbeing was somehow on the forefront of his mind, it made your heart flutter unexpectantly. You couldn't allow him to sort you out first, you'd live, you'd been through much worse, but right now his wounds needed cleaning.

"No Soap, I need to clean your wounds before an infection starts to fester. Then we can attend to whatever I've got, but I'll live." He gave you a narrowed look, but the look you sent back made him remain silenced, you weren't going to let him help you.

Without much more talking you pulled your first aid kit from your back and asked him to remove his shirt. With a smirk he all but obliged and you rolled your eyes - Soap was still Soap. You noticed him struggling and helped him pull his gear over his head, placing it down next to him.

Staring at his body, all you wanted to do was admire him - despite all the marks that littered his torso, you thought he was the most beautiful man you had laid your eyes on. You saw his body stiffen and noticed the look of insecurity in his eyes, making you your face fall in sorrow - you didn't want him to feel like this, he didn't deserve to. Tracing his abs and some scars, you asked where it hurt most and he just let out a chuckle, "Everywhere hen, I couldn't tell you where to start".

Pulling the remaining stim out, you gave it to him and it again started to rapidly kick in. You took some disinfectant on a cloth and started to clean his wounds as he hissed in pain, letting small whimpers slip past his lips - you were doing everything not to clench your thighs right now, he was in pain, but the sounds coming from him were making you delirious - you'd be mad if you were to never make a move on this man - you'd dreamed of pulling those sounds from his mouth.

Feeling his hand grip your arm, you were pulled back to reality and continued cleaning him, whispering your apologies each time he'd grip your arm a bit tighter when it'd get too much for him to deal with. You wanted to press your lips to each wound and hope it'd cure his pain, you could see they had done a number on him, but luckily none of the wounds were too deep. You felt his ribs, seeing his skin was patched in a mix of purple and blue bruises - you could count 2 of them were broke, but a medic would have to confirm this. Placing gauze on his wound, you then wrapped his middle and placed your hand back on his chest - staring into his eyes.

"That any better Johnny?" you asked doe eyed, worry on your face that you hadn't done a good enough job.

"I dunno hen maybe a kiss would make me feel better." You felt yourself blush, you couldn't believe he was flirting with you out here, but maybe you actually had read the signs correctly earlier, maybe you weren't so stupid. Leaning down you pressed a lingering kiss to his head through the mask.

"Better now Johnny?" you asked, a smile forming on your face.

"A bit hen, just a bit" There was a pout on his face, you knew he wanted more, but you were on a mission and didn't want to risk your chances compromising it - you needed him to make it to the evac.

With a last stroke of his chest, you pulled back and helped him dress into his gear again. Turning away from the man you took a deep breath, you needed to get your head completely back into this misson.

"y/n?" you hummed back in response to him, "let me help you fix your arm up yeah?" You'd forgotten about the dull ache in your left arm and turned back to him with your medkit in hand.

In silence he gently took your arm into his own hands, you were only skimmed by the bullet luckily. He wet a new cloth in disinfectant and wiped over your wound, weary of your flinches, feeling guilty about the pain you were in. Wrapping your arm he ran his own hand up your arm placing it on the back of your neck, giving you reassuring strokes as you closed your eyes and leaned into his touch.

"You know I'm glad it's you that came Smoke" he admitted.

"Yeah?" you questioned back.

"Yeah." he confirmed staring sincerely into your eyes.

"You know I didn't originally want to come here Johnny. Price didn't give me much choice, to begin with, but when I found out it was you, I couldn't say no." you were building up a confession to him, hoping he'd read between the lines - you didn't want to admit to him directly how you felt, just in case you were wrong, you were full of doubt, suddenly becoming self-conscious under his gaze, "I was scared I was going to fuck it up like I fucked my last solo mission. I've been so scared I was going to get you killed this time, I still haven't forgiven myself for the rescue mission, you shouldn't have been the one to fix my failure Johnny, and this time I..." you felt yourself choking up, you didn't realise how deeply you really felt about things and found yourself pulling away, embarrassed at your confession.

Johnny could see how genuine you were being and it made his heart clench that you felt this way - he had been the first one to volunteer to go on the rescue mission - it was supposed to be Ghost's mission, but he convinced Price to let him go on it. He knows how scary of a day it was and how close to death you both were, but he'd do it again if it meant you were the last person he was with.

Pulling you back into him before you could pull yourself away too far, he brought your head to his chest carefully, making sure you weren't putting too much pressure on his torso. You were holding back your tears, you didn't want to break in front of him, but it was hard, a few escaped as his hand came up to cup the back of your head and stroke your hair gently. Without another word, Soap placed both hands on your masked cheeks and pulled you eye level to him, wiping the few tears that fell from your eyes with his thumbs. He didn't want to cross a line, and placed a tentative peck on your masked lips, watching as your eyes flutter closed. You couldn't believe it, without another thought you pulled your mask up, revealing your lips and nose, not feeling secure enough to completely remove it. Taking his chances, Soap placed his lips back onto your own, relishing in the feeling of the both of your lips moving in sync with each other. You felt in over your own head, keening into his body as the speed picked up between the both of you - small breaths getting caught between each other's lips. Soap moved his hand down to your neck, caressing the skin as he passed, and rested on your right breast, caressing it through your uniform. As his palming got needier, you let out a small moan, urging him to move from your lips to your jaw, placing gentle kisses before he nipped at your neck, being sure to leave small marks behind - he was marking you, and you had no issue with it, you'd let him mark your whole body in small love bites if he wanted to. With the both of your breaths picking up, and each other's hands getting needier for one another as a wetness started to pool between your thighs, making you clench them together - not going unnoticed by Soap who gave a deep chuckle at your desperation - a sudden dull shrill was sounded, echoing in the cave.

"Oh come on hen, do we really need evac yet?" you chuckled, pulling you mask back down and gave him a stern look.

"I'm sorry, but I think it's in both of our interests to call for evac - we both need medical attention; you more so, and we can always carry this on back at base hm" You stroked his pouting face, noticing the hardness in his jeans - you felt bad, but you knew you couldn't give into your own desires.

With one last huff from Soap, and a laugh from you, you called evac, and found they were about 40 minutes out. You'd probably been hold up in the small cave for a couple of hours and were sure it'd be safe to continue down the valley.

Pulling yourself up, and helping Soap to his feet, he gave you one last peck on your head, before you took lead, making sure it was safe to walk down the valley before pulling Soap alongside you.

In a comfortable silence, the both of you spent the next 30 minutes walking to the evac location, with no issue, apart from Soap almost tripping on a rock, which had you holding your laughter as he glared from your side.

The evac was close by - you could hear it. Soap pulled you from your thoughts staring into your eyes, "when we get back, we're not going to just forget this right?" you saw the vulnerability in his eyes and it made your heart ache.

"Johnny...no I- I would never do that to you, god no. I didn't go through all of this just to pull your leg and get back to base and ignore you like nothing had happened. I love you Johnny. I love you. I really do and I'm sorry it took me this long, I really am, I've been in denial for so long, just scared, but I'm ready and -"

"I love you too y/n, so fucking much" you could see his eyes well up at your confession, "I'm sorry it took me this long too, I think about that rescue mission a year ago all too much and find myself regretting every passing second where I didn't admit how much I cared about you, and while I was down there getting beat, all I could think about was how I potentially wasn't going to see you again."

You placed a hand on his cheek, bringing your heads together gently, "Johnny, I'd never let you die, never. I'd risk it all for you. We'll head back to base, get cleaned up, then we'll discuss things more okay? But I'm not letting you go - not now, not ever" and with that he placed a final kiss to your head just as the evac came into view.

Holding onto Soap, you helped him onto the evac as it landed - you knew he was perfectly capable, but you wanted to be close to him - it was an excuse.

~~~Time skip~~~

Back in England, you were both at the base - you having been treated by the medic quickly, and Soap having to stay for probably the next few days.

The nurse had relayed Price wanted you in his office for a debrief - you wanted to check in with Soap desperately but knew he was in safe hands, so you made your way to Price.

With a knock on the door you walked in without waiting for a response - you were so exhausted you didn't think.

"Yes, Seargent y/l/n, please come in, don't wait for me," Price said with a sarcastic tone to his voice. You laughed and gave a small apology to which Price gave a small smile to you in return.

"I told you, you'd do it" That bastard you thought, he was wearing a cocky smile on his face, and giving you a sympathetic stare at the same time. "Smoke, I put you on the mission for a reason - we've all seen the way you look at Johnny, we knew you'd get him out alive." They knew this whole time how you felt, were you really that obvious.

All you could do was respond with a quiet "oh" embarrassed at the fact the whole task force was able to read to you so clearly and had done for so long.

"Smoke. Work relations bring a lot of issues," you tried to interrupt, you didn't want to lose your only chance of happiness and contentment, but Price silenced you before you could get anything out, "hold on Smoke. While typically it can cause issues, I've pulled some strings for you and Soap, and you can both remain on the task force, while having relations if that's what you both want - you just need to keep your love lives separate from your work lives when your out on the field, okay?"

You instantly agreed, of course you and Soap could do that - neither of you would ever want to jeopardise your jobs, so you shook on the agreement to not let each other interfere with your jobs - you could be coworkers and lovers. With a goodbye, Price excused you and you were back at Soap's side who was sleeping peacefully - you knew he needed it after everything he'd been put through.

Sitting in the chair placed next to his bed, you took a hold of his hand, kissing the top of it before you too fell victim to exhaustion, closing your eyes, holding the hand of the man you loved.

[rush-the-stars]

cielo beloved do u happen to have any spare megumi thoughts mayhaps maybe perhaps

of course i do. of course i do.

um. don’t perceive me. PLS don't perceive me after this. this has been haunting me tbh.

pairing: aged up!megumi fushiguro x f!reader

wc: 3k WHAT IS MY PROBLEM IM SO ASHAMED. thought about turning this into a full fic but. it's too late. it's already typed in lower case. i'm done.

cw: smut, reader has her period, cramps, period sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, fingering, blood, probably grammar mistakes and typos.

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the door to your apartment unlocks slowly, carefully, like your intruder is trying to be quiet in the hush of night.

it is late.

he must assume that you are asleep, curled beneath familiar bed sheets, sleeping soft and safe in the comfort of your own apartment.

perhaps it’s sweet, that he’s trying to be quiet.

you gave megumi a key to your apartment a long time ago–before whatever entanglement you have more recently began to develop. he just never gave it back. you’d never ask for it back. it belongs on his key chain now and in his hands, belongs in the lock, so that he can always get to you. you realized early on that megumi never wants you to be far from his reach or out of his grasp. he doesn’t want any locks or doors between you.

he reminds you of a dog you had as a child; scratched and howled and whined at your door at night until you let him in, until he could get to you.

megumi’s shadow haunts the arch of your bedroom door now.

he’s home from his mission early.

“you’re awake,” he says and he must know from your breathing or maybe something else entirely. strange, observant man that he is.

you hum, turning your head to get a better look at him; broad in the shoulders, tighter in the waist. so tall and looming, especially in this blue dark. his hair has grown out lately, shaggier than usual, coming up against the nape of his neck, curling behind his ears.

“you’re home early,” you say back.

“its late,” he responds.

in truth, you’d been awake with cramps, rolling around beneath your sheets and trying to find reprieve. your lower back aches something fierce, like you can feel your insides churning and twisting, slow like molasses, but painful and searing. beyond that, you feel bruised and tender, like a too-ripe fruit.

you hold your stomach like it might still your insides from all their contracting.

“cant sleep.” you respond to his silent question as he wanders deeper into the room. he sets his duffel bag down, begins to make himself at home again in your space.

for a moment, you’re so happy to have him back early, you could almost forget the pain. especially when he crawls into bed beside you, sidles as close as he can get himself, pressing all up against you, before slotting his mouth over yours in a rough little kiss. desperate man that he is. hungry.

you can feel the rasp of his stubble against your lips, coming up rough against your softness. your hands wind into his hair, pulling and tugging gently.

he makes a soft noise of relief, like coming home to your arms is what he needed, all he ever needs. you can feel his hands squeeze at your hips, grabbing at your curves appreciatively, eagerly.

he can’t say it first–he never can–so you do, “missed you.”

in response he makes another noise against your neck, ducking down to nuzzle into your throat, pressing wet kisses against your pulse. skimming his teeth against your skin.

he's always needy when he comes home from missions, sometimes half-frantic, sometimes painfully needy, painfully exhausted and craving whatever comfort you manage to provide him.

he feels your breath hitch when he hollows his cheeks to suck a pulsing little bruise into your throat.

fire catches to dry kindle with him, and suddenly he's fanned his desire into a flame. he has a habit of rushing, sometimes, like he's starved. touches and kisses you like you might flee from him at any moment.

sometimes, you think he sees you as a rabbit-hearted girl and his desire is too frightening a predator for you, too big for you to take, too vicious for you to survive. you think he considers his lust half-beast, half-cannibal, and able to maul you. devour you whole.

it'd be a fine way to go, you think, your hand tangling in his wild hair.

he hitches your leg up over his waist and you can feel the way he slots himself against you. you can feel the heat from him, the hardness that catches against where you’re tender and half-hurting.

you make a little noise of surprise and he encourages the rock of your hips, comes back up to kiss you hard again. to kiss you mean, teeth in your lip, fingers flexing possessively at your waist. to swallow any sounds you make now; you know he likes to feel them up against his mouth.

he's all raw man when he gets like this, maybe part animal, single-minded and wholly overwhelming. you can hardly catch your breath. and usually it's fine, it's good, but tonight–

his nimble fingers hook in the front of your little sleep shorts.

–you tense up, pulling away from his mouth and immediately grabbing for his wrist to stop him.

“not tonight,” you murmur and he tilts his head, so you add, “i got my period earlier.”

something passes over his face.

he keeps his fingers hooked in the material, frozen. stubborn.

he licks his lips.

you can’t see it fully in the dark, but you think his cheeks have darkened, flushed all scarlet.

“i don’t mind,” he finally manages to rasp.

his fingers twitch.

your heart trips up. this is new territory.

“no—megumi, that’s alright—“

“i want to.” he says this time and it’s so raw it almost startles you.

you freeze. you swallow hard.

“no, it’s okay—you don’t need to.”

“i want to.” he says again, this time more deliberate.

“i can help you out if you’re so pent up, you know?” you say it with a little laugh, like that might diffuse the tension. it doesn’t.

“no—“ he gets out, “no, i want to.”

“megumi,” you try to soothe, “you don’t understand. it’s—it’s gross, and—“

he swallows, “i don’t think it is.”

you blink at him in the soft dark, opening your mouth and then shutting it.

“are you in pain?” he then asks, softer now, voice just a rumble against your jaw. “do you have cramps?”

you nod dumbly.

slowly, carefully as not to spook you, he lets his hand fan out over your skin and slide to your lower back. he massages slow, works at the muscles gently, creeping higher up your back every few times, maybe dipping a little lower, too.

you groan softly, head falling back to reveal your throat.

“feels good,” you slur a little, arching into his touch like a preening cat.

he tucks his face back against your exposed neck to mouth and teethe gently, tongue dipping out in a blossom of wet heat.

you undulate your hips a little against him, against his large hand that flexes and circles at your aching muscles.

his hand slips lower on your back, fingers easing beneath the waist band of your shorts once more. but this time, he continues to massage, up and down, over and over against your cramping lower back. you squirm somewhat, but ultimately melt into his large hands.

until one of his hands finally plunges a little deeper into your shorts and you lock up.

“megumi—“ your voice is strained with warning.

“it’ll make you feel better.” he murmurs, pausing his hand, though, halfway down your little pajama shorts. and you know he's supposed to be soothing you, but his breath is lost, soft voice a little ragged at the thought.

“n-no. you don’t understand how messy it is or—“

“do you think i’m scared of blood?” he asks, perhaps a little too bluntly, “do you think i care?”

“yes-?”

his fingers move again, as if to prove you wrong, slipping beneath your panties now.

“megumi!” you gasp, you scold, you try to squirm away from him but he holds fast to you.

and it’s so—

horribly embarrassing. you can feel heat whip through you like a storm, burning your face, your chest, low in your stomach.

he doesn’t care about the pad you have on or how you try to twist away from him. it's horrible. you want to curl in on yourself. you want to cry. you want–

his fingers find where you’re burning and slippery.

he inhales a little sharp, off-kilter.

you’re fisting tight to the front of his shirt, head digging into his chest like you’re trying to disappear inside of him.

“megumi, i told you—“ your voice is high and thin and near breaking.

“it’s okay,” he hushes. and again, “i want to—want you. like this.”

and then he gently, carefully, dips his finger inside of you. and you’re sure he feels you constrict and flutter around him, feels your whine up against his throat, embarrassed and needy.

his own breath is tight, held in, as he slowly crooks his finger. then begins to massage, begins to stroke in a way that has your eyes fluttering.

it only takes a few strokes.

and then you lift your hips a little for him and he makes a strangled sound, half a groan as he begins to bolden, strengthen his fingers.

mindlessly, desperately, you realize how good it feels. your mouth parts in surprise, in pleasure, against your will. mortification is a serpent around your throat, holding fast to your voice, to any sound that might escape you. you choke on any pleas for more, wouldn't dare ask him for anything else, and dig our nails into him. you try to anchor yourself. you try to hide in his chest.

you don’t have to plead or ask, though, don't have to do a thing when he gently eases in a second finger. you feel yourself stretch around them, walls constricting, throbbing in a way that finally makes a keen rupture from you.

it makes megumi groan, raw, from his throat, fingers sinking in deeper.

"i want–" he gets out, "i want to taste–"

"megumi!" you gasp, cut him off, can't even hear him say it, squirming in his hold again. maybe out of further embarrassment, maybe out of–

arousal.

your head spins.

it's made even worse when he removes his fingers from you, suddenly shifts, and before you can protest or move, he's got your shorts and panties off, tossed in a bundled heap. and you're on your stomach, suddenly with your hips hitched up.

"you're gonna make a mess–" you try to warn him again, but you don't think he's concerned much, as he gets his pants down only low enough to free himself. you peek over your shoulder to see his hand stroking slowly over his cock, mouth slackened as he looks at you. his eyes are half wild, a little dazed, wholly enamored.

you feel heat scorch across your face and bury it into the pillow like you might be able to hide.

"i'll–" he swallows, inching forward until you feel the tip slip up against your folds. he groans a little, "i'll clean up after. we can take a shower."

you're surprised he even managed to answer you coherently; often, when he gets that look in his eye, he tends to lose all sensibility. for someone usually so rational, this is the one place it slips from him–or perhaps it's the one place he's able to let go of it. to just feel and be and take in a way he never allows himself to.

he finds reprieve, maybe, in getting lost in you.

you yelp when you feel him push the head of his cock just barely inside, splitting you open slowly. you try to inch away from him out of reflex, but one of his hands clamps down on your waist and forces you back. he can feel you fight him a little, pull against his hold, and you think if he wasn't so gone, it'd make him pause.

but then that hand begins to squeeze and massage, pushing up over your lower back again, moving in slow, firm circles.

"relax," he says, but his voice is tight. like he's a bow string pulled taught, ready to release. he holds himself on a sharp leash, though. he rubs soothingly at your back, works into the muscles with his thumbs, until you're easing up. settling back deeper into your hips, opening yourself up to him in a way that makes him slip deeper inside.

you can tell his restraint is threadbare.

"megumi–" you whimper helplessly, mortified, and needy.

it snaps with a firm push of his hips until you feel his thighs up against the back of yours.

he presses deeper into your lower back with his fingers, flexing, massaging, perhaps forcing you down into the bed and molding you to his hands like a sculptor to their art.

he drags himself out slowly and it makes you keenly aware of the stretch of him, of the way your walls flutter faintly, tender and aching.

you feel like an open wound, a live wire, an exposed nerve.

you hiccup a moan out, mewl into the pillow.

but he keeps the slow and deep pace, easing in and out of you, in and out, until you're arching into it–into his hands, into the feeling of him filling you.

you spread yourself for him more, sink down into it and feel your hips open in a way that brings relief–it gives more of yourself to him. you open for him, vulnerable and shaking, tentative and terrified. and when he realizes it, a sound crawls up his throat, a growl that tapers off into what could be a whine.

his hips snap forward this time and your answering cry sets him off. his thrusts turn harsher, deeper, more forceful. but it feels good, in the depths of you, where your insides are stirring. it feels–

exposing in a completely new way. raw. aching and open for him. 

animalistic—

you can feel the slippery, sticky mess against your thighs, against his navel, the desperate way your body keens towards him now. you arch yourself into a pretty bend just to get more, just feel him root down inside of you, desperate to get him deeper. harder. 

you feel his hand cascade over the arch, appreciative, up to the nape of your neck, around to your throat. fingers hooking around your jaw, and then prying into the heat of your mouth, which you eagerly open for. you close your lips around his middle finger with a tattered groan. you suck sweetly, whimpering behind his finger, eyes bleary and dazed.

when they slip from your mouth, he suddenly hauls you up, so your back is against his chest. your head tips onto his shoulder and he sinks so much deeper that you moan from from the pit of your chest, fingers squabbling for purchase on his muscled thighs.

once you’re this close, he’s got his arms around you, face tucked into your neck, huffing and growling against your skin.

“fuck—“ he spits out, pulling your hips down onto his cock, rutting up into you deep and hard.

“feels so good,” you babble, gasping in between, “you feel so good—it feels so good.”

the praise makes him whine, perhaps with less dignity than he’d like, but he buries his face into your throat. his hand suddenly moves, slips over your abdomen and—

it’s all stained from earlier. 

god, it’s humiliating. its terrifying. it makes your stomach flip sharply, like you’re at the top of the world looking down. 

your blood all over his hands as they slip back down to find your sensitive clit, swollen to the touch and desperate. your blood all over his body. over yours.

“so tight—“ megumi finally breaks, fingers decidedly slow even as his thrusts remain strong and deep, “and wet. and hot. and—“ he catches a groan behind his teeth, “and you needed this, didn’t you?” 

his other hand smoothes over your stomach, flattening out over your where he knows you're hurting so badly, “n-needed me in here, right?” he nips at your ear, tugs it between his teeth. 

he’s seeking reassurance, so you gasp out a yes. yes.

“fuck,” he curses again, low and biting, “thought about this all the time—and you, begging for it—for me—“ 

you can tell by the shakiness in his voice that it’s a horrifying admittance, that maybe he’s pulling teeth to get it out, or that maybe he’s so gone to your body and your walls squeezing tight and the—the blood all over his body. yours. that he doesn’t even realize he’s saying it. 

“wanna—“ he tucks his face away to hide again and you reach a hand behind you to tangle in his hair, to push him deeper into your body, to pull and claw a little. “wanna fuck you through the whole week. want to keep you bare and—and—“

his admittance cuts off into a groan, both yours and his, as his fingers work quicker finally.

as your body tightens and bows against his, mounting pleasure like pressure in the sky before a big storm. electricity under your skin. you’re just going to burst—

your gasp is torn from your throat, shattering so hard you almost curl forward, in on yourself, on your throbbing body, if it weren’t for megumi holding you up. 

the noise he makes is all animal, raw, when he feels your walls pulse and flutter desperately, wildly, deep pulls of your muscles that damn near make his eyes cross.

he reaches between your legs just to feel it, feel with his hands the way you throb deep and hard. can feel it constricting around his cock in a way that you know he won’t last long with.

his thrusts get erratic, rougher, a little meaner. tears bead at your eyes, breath ragged, as he finally buries himself in to the hilt and floods your already aching cunt with soothing heat.

this time he sits back on his haunches, takes you with him, let’s you lean back into the cradle of his body.

your both still panting, ragged, and you’re still shivering with aftershocks that he can feel. his hands twitch and squeeze around your hips.

his thumb digs back into the meat of your lower back, massaging in circles. another pulse makes him huff a little and messily, he plants kisses at your cheek, your temple.

he nuzzles into you like a cat. 

when you speak, your voice is barely a croak, “what got into you?” 

he dots kisses at a bite wound on your neck. 

“i’ve always wanted to do that.” he admits quietly. 

you can’t say you’re entirely surprised now, but—

“always?” you ask, turning your face a little as if you might catch a glimpse of his.

you can see his ears turn pink in the dark. 

he swallows, “yeah.”

and the honesty in it is enough to make heat rise to your own face now.

after a moment, he murmurs, “are you okay?” 

blearily, you laugh, “yeah. ‘m okay. i feel gross.” 

megumi kisses at your jaw, perhaps apologetically, “we can shower.”

“you’re cleaning the sheets.”

“i said i would,” he snips and you feel his teeth in your throat like a warning. “but for now,” he continues, voice low and soft and reverberating against your back, “just stay like this.”

and his hands squeeze again around your waist before slipping between your bodies to massage deeply.

another groan slides from you, honey slow and relieved.

and you have to admit, it feels good, with him still nestled deep inside you, and his hands on your lower back like that.

“want you to come to me from now on—“ he murmurs and it stirs something inside you all over again, “want you to come to me now when you’re hurting like this.”

and he can’t say it first, so you do, “i love you.” 

he turns your face towards his suddenly to catch you in a burning, sweet kiss. desperate man that he is. 

and against your mouth, he murmurs, “i love you, too.”

[half-dead-writer]

I I'm sorry to be that guy but this man needs to be humiliated he's too cocky for his own good like no way this man ain't into some freaky shit

Bad Dog

Being a CEO is stressful. You're happy to let him blow off some steam, even if it's something... experimental.

character: Gideon Graves / Gordon Goose (Scott Pilgrim Takes Off)

words: ~3k

reader: gender-neutral / AFAB reader (with a strap-on)

warnings: bottom Gideon, pet-play, humiliation, basically putting Gideon in his place (with some moments of praise and fluff at the end)

𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 + 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 / 𝔖𝔠𝔬𝔱𝔱 𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪 𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔒𝔣𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

The creak of your bedroom doors opening wasn't a surprise for Gideon. Your figure emerged, covered only by your underwear and a t-shirt that you probably stole from his closet. He liked seeing you wearing his stuff, it filled him with pride to see both of the things he owned at the same time. Calm smirk formed on your lips, he was waiting for you just as you expected - on the floor, no fabric present to cover his bare body, aside from the pretty, red collar adorning his neck. It was custom-made, with the text "Gideon" engrained on the dog-tag hanging near his collar-bone. He spared no expense on something that was supposed to be just for him, why would he?

His eyes followed as you approached, taking a good look at his pathetic position. The hard, wooden floor lightly pained his knees. He should buy a carpet for his bedroom, he thought. A nice, fluffy one, that's easy to clean. Not like it was a worry of his, he probably had a maid to keep the house tidy, you never seen him clean it himself.

"Look at you," you gently played with his black locks while going right past him to sit on the shared, king-sized bed. "Such a pathetic sight to see. At least the collar looks good on you."

"Heel." You commanded, patting your thigh mockingly. Gideon was quick to open his mouth, presumably to hit you with one of his smartass quips, but you were quick to stop him by hardly pulling on the leash, that up until this point was loosely laying on the ground. He would have lost balance and fell right onto the floor if he hadn't quickly supported himself with his hands.

"Nu-uh," you warned, shooting him a glare, "dogs, don't speak." His expression changed, from furrowed eyebrows to almost a challenging stare. He was testing you more than you were testing him.

On the daily, obviously he was the big man that "wore the pants" in the relationship, spoiling you with all kinds of gifts to your heart's desire. You were not about to give back the control you had over him now. Annoyance was not the only thing radiating from him though, as you knew behind those eyes also hid a wave of excitement from the current situation.

"Bark, bark." He decided to play along, sarcastically crossing his arms in defiance. It amused you, but you let it slide.

"See, it ain't so hard, hm?" You taunted, secretly enjoying the effect you had on him. What would others think seeing him like that? On all fours, acting like a mutt. Even though his actions showed resistance, it was all for show. When was Gideon ever easy to deal with?

Your grip on the matching, red leash tightened, just in case he wanted to pull any other tricks on you. You adjusted yourself more comfortably, crossing one leg over the other to pose even more of a dominance presence.

"Lick." Gideon looked as your hand inched closer towards his mouth. Surprisingly, he obeyed. You felt the warm and wet sensation on your fingers, his tongue sent shivers down your spine. It was a slightly ticklish experience, not much different from a real puppy. His cold stare observed as you tried to keep your composure, the threat of a smile invading your lips was not hard to notice. You'd think being in such a compromising position would make it harder for Gideon to act like his usual self, but on the contrary, he was living just to spite you, relishing in the way he could still retain bits of control. Without the need of any words, he was silently taunting you.

You pushed your digits further down his throat, making him choke. Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes, but he resisted the urge to gag. You backed off your finger, leaving a small string of saliva connected to his lips. Not commenting on the humiliating display you forced him to go though, he silently brushed the leftover spit on his mouth with the back of his hand. You adjusted the glasses that fell on his nose, pushing them in their original place. It caused a small smile to appear on his face for a second, deep down enjoying the break in your acting just to show some affection. Of course, it didn't last long, and the expression was changed to his usual resting bitch-face.

"Good boy," you praised, yet still continued with the game of dominance, wiping your drool-coated fingers onto his cheek. He huffed and squinted in dismay, although did nothing to stop you. You uncrossed your legs, this time shuffling them wide open. He watched you with curiosity, cocking his brow to the sudden change of view. You let the leash rest on the bed, moving your hands down to your underwear. Painstakingly slow, you teased him with each centimeter of your exposed skin. His gaze, intent and lustful, betrayed his impatience with your leisurely pace. After what felt like an hour - which was probably just a minute - you finally got of your undergarment. You felt a pang of embarrassment course thru you after being stared down by Gideon like a hungry wolf. Guess he really did get into the role.

"Lick." Your command made his smirk reappear again, clearly enjoying making you flustered. He knew even though he was the one on the leash, he had the upper hand on you now. Your legs shivered as you felt his eager laps on your most sensitive nerves. Turns out his tongue was not only great for coaxing his potential business-partners. Your grip on his leash loosened, overwhelmed by this man's surprising ability to find your sweet spot so quickly. His hands were gently placed on your thighs and he looked... almost bored. His experience showed clearly with how easy it was for him to make you pant like a dog.

Your peak was almost near it's end, which turned out to be the perfect moment for him to start toying with you. His licks slowed down exponentially, only lightly teasing you with the brushes of his tongue. You groaned, "Gid-Gideon."

He stopped completely, letting you finally exhale the breath you didn't know you were holding. With the cocked eyebrow and a taunting look, he didn't dare to speak, responding only with a brief, "Mm?"

"Use your stupid tongue better," you huffed out in annoyance. He sniggered, his smug expression only widened. Even though he liked seeing you lose your patience, he provided, this time with even more vigor. The sudden intensity of the feeling made you clasp your legs behind his back, drowning him in between your groin. He didn't stop until you were properly seeing stars, and you didn't have time to wonder how did he manage to go without the oxygen during this experience. Your chest moved rapidly as your upper body fell limp on the soft mattress. After a minute of regaining your strength, you supported yourself with your elbows, only to witness Gideon licking his lips with a smirk, calmly adjusting his glasses. The contact with your bare skin left small stains on them, but it didn't compare to the glistening mess that painted his face. Fortunately, he didn't mind.

He awaited for your further instructions patiently while you finally gathered yourself up to the previous sitting position. His shit-eating grin pushed you to utter your words intertwined with taunt. "Well, you did good. Guess it's time for your reward." His curiosity showed in the way he observed you stretch out your leg.

"You may hump my leg. Show what a desperate mutt you are."

Your permission made him stop dead in his tracks for a moment, not expecting you to come up with such a... creative prompt. He merely scoffed, or maybe huffed out, judging by precum beading at his tip due to your suggestion. His former confidence got clouded, only daring to glance at you briefly before wrapping his arms around your thigh. You felt the warmth brush over your shin, again, and again. The act not only made you feel depraved, but you noticed yourself getting fired up again. The long lasting foreplay (that he did not get to experience) before his allowed pleasure made his movements desperate and sloppy. The sight of your boyfriend, the powerful CEO, humping your leg like a parched man urging for water did wonders for your confidence.

Soon enough, the humiliating performance got you disinterested, right when his breaths got even more labored, tightly squeezing your leg, nearing his release. You swiftly tugged on his leash again, forcing him to stare at you with a tired look.

"Enough," you remarked, seeing the ache behind his eyes left you pleased. He discontentedly let go off your leg, now covered in the thin layer of his essence. He didn't even try to hide the disapproval of your command, his panting subsided with an annoyed groan. He was not about to beg, but his eyes betrayed the deep desperation bubbling in him. You leaned over and took his chin into your hand, pointing him look at you. His furrowed brows softened as you placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"Such a good boy. You know how to listen, hm?" Your praise was laced with a hint of mockery, and you backed away to ruffle his hair. He rolled his eyes, although didn't bother hiding a small smirk that invaded his lips after, indicating his will to continue with the play.

"Come on," you emphasized by patting the mattress, "get on the bed." He listened, crawling over to the exact spot you chose for him. It felt good being in charge for once, with someone obeying your exact orders. Almost as if he had heard your thoughts, he suddenly leaned over to whisper in your ear.

"Getting pretty comfortable with bossing me around, are we?" You wanted to wipe off the smug smile off his face, but you bided your time.

You responded with calmness, a smidge of cheekiness shined through your words, "Of course. It's pretty fun." You grabbed him by the collar, gifting him yet another quick peck, this time on the lips. "But I'm gonna make it even more fun."

You swiftly scooted over to the drawer across the end of the room, making Gideon turn his head at the mysterious object you pulled out from it. He watched as you strapped on, the rubber dildo rested neatly between your thighs. He was surprised, how did you manage to smuggle something like that without his knowledge?

"When did you get it?" He stared at you, dumbfounded.

"Surprise," you flashed him your teeth in satisfaction as you got back into your spot, "you can handle it, right?"

"Pf, of course," he scoffed, whipping his head, but not before glancing at the challenging object one more time. Just because he didn't expect it, didn't mean he wasn't up for something new. Or at least, that's what he wanted you to believe. "There's a reason they call me fearless."

His silly high-school nickname served with a prideful look made you roll your eyes, but you couldn't deny his attempt at keeping composure got you endeared.

"I'll be gentle at first, alright?" You still took a moment to make sure you both were on the same page, you watched as his cheeks heated up with a scowl.

"I can handle it," he reiterated.

"Good." You smooched his cheek one last time, grabbing a bottle of lube that awaited you at the bedside table. You were kind enough to grab a pillow, preparing a comfortable place for him to lay down his upper body. "Now, raise your butt."

He did as you requested, falling onto the soft fabric after putting down his glasses somewhere safe. He wasn't used to such open positions, but he didn't object, choosing to mask his lack of familiarity with a facade of an impatient annoyance. "Hurry up."

A surprised whimper fell out of his lips after you gave his bottom a light, reprimanding smack. It was too good of an opportunity to tease him. "Did I allow you to speak?"

He growled in dismay, but with the bed becoming increasingly more messier, you knew he liked the rough treatment. You should have put a towel beforehand, but it was too late for it now.

A generous amount of the lubricant slowly spilled down, making him shudder at the hit of coldness. You heard the groans failing to be muffled by the pillow he laid on. Not wanting to wait any longer, your finger slipped right into him with ease, his shoulders rising at the sudden contact.

"Relax," you gently rubbed his back, keeping your movements relatively slow, "you're doing very good." He wouldn't admit it, but your reassuring tone did let him swat away the leftover tension in him. As he adjusted to the feeling, a calm sigh let you know to speed up the pace. You added a second finger, your knuckles disappearing with each thrust. In a quick moment, a high whine hit your ears. You found his sweet spot. Seemingly, it confused Gideon more than you - did this man really just experience it for the first time in his life? Poor thing.

"...Fuck-" He huffed out, pushing his face into the pillow. You were merciful enough to spare him the reprimand of speaking up.

"Enjoying yourself, hm?" You teased, your hand held a steady rhythm. His only response was a groan in return, causing a smirk to appear on your face. You loved seeing him like that, all of his power given for you to play with. The sounds of his enjoyment filled the whole room. You were glad there weren't any neighbors around to hear them, but you assumed Gideon was even more relieved by that fact, not holding back any of his pathetic whimpers.

After a few minutes, Gideon was already a mess. You felt a bit pitiful seeing the twitches of his untouched dick, but you were not about to give it to him just yet. His disapproval showed with a complaining grunt, feeling empty after you retreated your fingers. He glanced at you, finally opening his eyes and coming back from the pleasant daze.

You placed your hands on his behind, poking the rubber toy against his entrance. Gideon's body shivered with anticipation - at first, he was on the fence whether he actually wanted to try it, or was it his need of always being in charge. Now that you introduced him the great possibilities, he was more than ready, not hesitating to show you that by lightly pushing his hips into yours. He didn't dare to speak, instead signaling you to hurry up with the impatient groan. It amused you.

The previously applied lubricant let you thrust smoothly into him, grabbing the leash at the same time. His choked moan filled you with satisfaction, and you went back on your previous words of being gentle - since he had shown his eagerness to you, you decided to stop toying with him anymore, fully pressing your whole length inside.

Usually, he would be the one making you writhe in pleasure, forcing embarrassing whimpers that you didn't even know you had in you. Of course, he did let you know about his enjoyment with a few quiet and manly grunts, groans, or light panting, decorated neatly with an array of praises or highly descriptive insults, whenever you two got it on. Due to this, his newly found vocal range had you stunned and yearning to hear them more often.

The slaps against the skin became even louder, on par with his moans that were lightly halted with the collar tightening on his neck with each pull of your hand. Sweat ran down your cheek, your pelvis began to feel pretty exhausted by the fast-pace that remained during the entire duration of the act. Gideon was losing his grip on keeping his composure, letting out even more noises that would probably embarrass him after he got to the post clarity - but for now, he was fully immersed in pure enjoyment, not caring about the humiliating whimpers invading the otherwise quiet walls of your house.

Seeing your boyfriend let loose around you filled you with a certain pleasantness, he always acted so aloof, so composed, high and mighty. You decided to reward this behavior, wrapping your palm around his length, finally giving him the strokes he so craved for. A choked moan informed you he was getting close. Your bodies moved in a rhythm that slowly became uneven, even though your wrist started to cramp, you continued with the steady jerks of your hand.

Not being able to take it much longer, Gideon let out a prolonged whine as you let him ride his high, calming down your thrusts until they eventually stopped. He was too busy regaining his breath to notice you licking off the tips of your fingers, covered in the results of his climax. Another huff fell out of his lips when you swiftly pulled out your strap out, ridding yourself of the contraption and putting it somewhere else. Gideon laid flat on the bed, eyes closed. Looks like you properly exhausted him. You leaned closer, laying yourself on your side to face him, moving the bangs that fell on his face out of the way. He opened up his eyes, looking at you in a tired daze.

"You okay, hun?" You asked, calmly rising the corners of your lips in a sympathetic expression.

"...Yeah." He muttered, almost hesitant, although there was no ill will behind his words. You gathered he sounded kinda... flustered?

Softly, you began to unclip the collar attached to his neck, he brushed over the spot with his hand, now free of the tight feeling around it. Gideon watched as you put it down on the nightstand. "So what did you think about it?"

He exhaled, amusement lightly hanging in the air. "Well, I can't let something I bought go to waste, can I?"

"How about we get you dog ears next time??"

- - -

"Eh... do I really have to wear it?" He asked, looking discontentedly at the collar resting in your palms.

"It was your idea, love," you smirked lightheartedly, gently putting it around his neck. "Now, be a good boy and wait for me in the bedroom, hm?"

[markberries]

ugh! (1) ﹒ xm

synopsis ﹕ minghao and you had never been the best of friends. when you find out joshua has feelings for you, things only get worse when both you and minghao break out into a heated argument.

genre + ﹕ angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, non idol au, bsf!hoshi, slight joshua x reader

wc ﹕ 3k+

warnings ﹕ none

note ﹕ here comes my first svt series... this is slightly unedited so pls excuse an grammar/spelling mistakes !!!

the soft crackle of embers emitting from the small fire in front of you rings in your ears. the prolonging colours of orange, red, yellow, and the slightest hint of blue reflect in everyone else's eyes. your knees are hugged closely to your chest, a blanket draped across your shoulders as you lay back into your lawn chair.

you can’t help but eye xu minghao, who hasn’t spoken a word to you since you arrived at the small get together with your group of friends.

if you were being completely honest, you don’t think minghao is that fond of you. ever since the two of you met, conversations were cut short and he barely spared you a glance. you like to think of yourself as a people person, outgoing yet still an introvert. you get a tad bit embarrassed when you’re around minghao though, losing your train of thought and unable to create proper sentences.

you couldn’t lie, although minghao is usually cold towards you, he was undeniably attractive. he looked like his face was sculpted by aphrodite herself, a hoodie pulled over his head with a water bottle in his hand. you can’t help but stare, only to quickly look away when his eyes meet yours for a split second.

soonyoung, who is sitting next to you, is the first one to notice. he lets out a quiet giggle, resulting in you kicking his foot. the entire aura of your environment is calming, beach waves hitting the sand while cool air pricks at your skin.

“it’s getting late,” your other friend, joshua, pipes up. you check the time on your phone, 12:03 am flashing across the screen. you nod in agreement, wrapping your arms around your legs.

“we should probably get going soon,” minghao states, taking a sip from his water bottle. even when doing the bare minimum, he looked so pretty. hair covering his eyes, skin glowing underneath the moonlight.

soonyoung, who was your ride here, turns to you. his eyes light up, “oh! i forgot to tell you, i have to visit my parents tonight. do you think you can get a ride with anyone else?”

your eyes involuntarily flash to minghao, who isn’t bothered enough to even care, let alone offer you a car ride back home. you let out an internal sigh, but smile and nod.

“i can drive her.”

you turn your head, a smile plastered on joshua’s kind face. you don’t notice, but minghao is quick to glance at the two of you from the corner of his eyes.

“are you sure? we don’t live that close together,” you keep in mind the distance joshua would have to travel. you were at least twenty minutes away from home, and adding that with how far joshua would have to drive back to his own house would be around thirty-five minutes.

“don’t worry about it, i really don’t mind,” he reassures you, brushing a hand through his hair.

“i think it would be better if i brought her home,” another voice states in a neutral tone. almost everyone is surprised to find out that it’s minghao who brings up the offer, all while he’s looking up at the stars.

“it’s just a hassle for you joshua, y/n and i are five minutes apart so it’s easier.”

you’re also shocked that minghao even knew where you lived. this entire time you were convinced he knew absolutely nothing about you, only because he never seemed to be interested in anything you had to say.

there’s an evident frown that appears joshua’s face, but he lets out an “okay.”

you’re obviously a little bit nervous, and you decide you would rather have joshua bring you home instead. you were more comfortable around him, he had always been considerate of you and kept you company if the others in your group ran off during hang outs.

with minghao, you always felt like you were walking on glass. you would grow conscious of yourself, especially with a man as attractive as him. you often noticed how he would interact with the others, smiling and laughing, but on the rare occasion that you two were alone together, he would look at anything but you.

the reason why everyone else was taken back by his proposition was because they knew too. you had practically told everything to soonyoung, who would comfort you saying that it was just because you hadn’t known him for as long as the others. sure, you had only met merely two months ago, but you would think that was enough time to have normal conversations with someone. especially if you spent a lot of time together.

“.. alright, i guess that’s true,” you’re still hesitant on saying yes to him. you’re not sure what would even happen during the drive, it would probably just result in silence.

soonyoung can’t hold himself back from staring at you with a shit-eating grin, and you can already see the amount of teasing coming your way. in your best attempt to avoid it, you stand up, brushing off any excess sand on your clothes.

“anyways! i think i’ll head out now then, if that’s okay,” you avert your eyes to minghao. he’s already beginning to get up, grabbing ahold of his bottled water that was sitting in the cup holder. he rubs his eye with a yawn, waving small goodbyes to the boys.

“have fun,” soonyoung says in a sing-song-like voice, only loud enough for you to hear. you shoot him a nasty glare, walking off with minghao. joshua still looks a bit disappointed that he wasn’t the one bringing you home, and honestly, you’re kind of mad too. you wish minghao didn’t butt in like that — then you wouldn’t have to be in this uncomfortable mess.

the voices of the others begin to fade the farther you walk along the beach. minghao doesn’t say anything, which is expected. he just stares off into the distance. the dim lighting of the area makes it difficult for you to see where you’re walking, but it illuminates minghao’s face.

“pretty,” you comment on the view as he hums in agreement. you wrap your arms around yourself, the breeze from the beachside hitting your slightly exposed stomach from your crop top. he watches you, looking like he wants to say something, but he stays quiet.

he leads you to his car with no hesitation, unlocking it and motioning for you to get in the passenger’s seat. you comply, opening the door and sliding in. he does the same on the driver’s side, hooking up his phone to the bluetooth player and shuffling one of his playlists.

a buzz erupts from your phone as he starts the engine, catching you off guard. you swiftly take the phone from your back pocket, typing in your passcode to see an unread message from joshua.

shua [12:13 am]

kind of sucks i didn’t get to bring you home! hope your drive with minghao is okay :P

a small smile spreads across your face as you type a response.

you [12:14 am]

ahh that’s alright. it’s kind of awkward but i’ll get through it!!

“are you texting joshua?” minghao asks out of nowhere. you bite your inner cheek, waiting for joshua’s response.

“yes.. why?”

“oh you know,” he says in response. you put your phone down in your lap, lifting an eyebrow.

“know what?”

he seems to be a little shocked from your reaction. you feel a little stupid, wondering if there’s context clues you didn’t pick up on.

“didn’t joshua say that he likes you?”

you whip your head towards minghao, who still seems to be unbothered. although you are a bit shocked, you can’t ignore that there are things that begin to make a little more sense. joshua had always been sweet to you, but you thought that was just his personality. he always offered you help, and constantly complimented you whenever you saw him.

your cheeks heat up a bit, and you’re thankful that you’re sitting in the dark. if it was light out, you were sure that minghao would be able to see the pink tint upon your face. you had always thought that joshua was pretty, and sometimes his kind gestures would leave a fuzzy feeling within your stomach.

“you shouldn’t date him,” the boy nexts to you states, almost sounding like a command. you furrow your eyebrows.

“why not?” you just have to ask him. you’re not sure why xu minghao thought he had the right to suddenly involve himself in your love life. as much as you pretend that it doesn’t bother you, it does.

“i just don’t think you two would fit well together,” is the only response he can muster up. you roll your eyes, still awaiting joshua’s text back.

“it’s none of your business,” you scoff. your phone vibrates once more, a new message from joshua popping up on the screen.

shua [12:16 am]

haha let me know when you get home safe, alright?

“joshua is my friend,” minghao told you. ouch, that hurt you a little bit. you guess that minghao didn’t consider you as a friend, or else he would have stated otherwise. “i hope you come to your senses and realize that you two aren’t the best match.”

you’re so annoyed at minghao. you cross your arms, huffing, and turning to look out the window like a child. you wonder who he thinks he is, and why he feels the need to comment on decisions that don’t concern him. in this moment, you decide minghao is just a pretty face. anything that comes out of his mouth just pisses you off.

you always try not to be petty, especially at your age. but the way the blue haired boy next to you is acting, makes you want to get with joshua purely out of spite. you fight those urges though, only for the sake of not wanting to hurt him while doing so. although joshua is perfect boyfriend material, you can’t exactly picture yourself with him.

“just take me home and stop trying to tell me what to do,” you grumble, earning a sigh from minghao.

“i’m not trying to tell you what to do, just giving light suggestions. for example how you’re acting right now, i don’t think joshua will know how to deal with it.”

“how i’m acting right now? what is that supposed to mean? you’re being an asshole, like you always are. you can’t blame me for being irritated.”

your fifteen story apartment finally comes into view, after what felt like hours. you’re happy to jump out of minghao’s car when he slows down beside the curb, not looking back. after this interaction, you were absolutely positive he did not like you, or your company. you’re at the door, pulling out your keys, taking notice that he’s waiting for you to get inside safely before driving off.

you huff a sigh of relief when you’re inside the apartment lobby, watching minghao’s car finally leaving your field of vision.

as you drift off in the elevator, you’re left with thoughts about joshua, and how annoying minghao is.

—

"are you fucking kidding me?" is the first thing you think when you’re greeted by minghao the next day, waiting outside for you in his car. he rolls down his window, signalling for you to come inside.

“where’s soonyoung?” you question, looking around the area, praying that he was somewhere nearby.

“he couldn’t make it and asked me to pick you up.”

today, you were supposed to meet up with your group of friends to try out a new bingsoo place. of course, minghao would be there, but you had thought you wouldn’t really have to speak to him. so when you’re face to face with him, who’s impatiently waiting for you to hurry up, you want to hit yourself.

you rub your temples with your fingers, mentally preparing yourself before sliding into the passenger seat. minghao burns holes through your head, slender fingers gripping the black steering wheel. he’s wearing a gray long sleeve and blue jean shorts, a pair of blue sunglasses resting at the top of his hair.

you’re quiet for the most part of the drive. you try your best to not look at him, keeping yourself busy by scrolling aimlessly through social media or eyeing the scenery that you drove past.

“are you still mad about yesterday?” his smooth voice breaks the silence. you don’t look at him, fiddling with the blue beaded bracelet upon your left wrist.

“no.”

“what i said yesterday wasn’t personal,” minghao tells you. it makes you roll your eyes, displeasure bubbling up from the pit of your stomach.

“well it sounded extremely personal to me,” you mumbled.

“thought you weren’t angry,” is his reply.

“i’m not,” you lie. you only say it because you don’t want minghao to win. it’s petty, but you just can’t help it. you went to bed last night full of bitterness, thinking about what minghao said to you. it felt like he spat in your face, and basically called you a brat.

“if you’re going to be like this, go date joshua and do what you want then,” minghao says. you just wanted him to stop talking.

“i don’t need your permission,” you argue back. everything he said just made your mood worse. it made you want to do the opposite of everything he said, just to make him as mad as you were.

“you’re right, you’re a grown adult. so stop acting like a child.”

“just shut up!” you lash out as he parks the car. you angrily exit, grunting in frustration while grabbing at your bag and walking off without him.

he was so unbelievable. you didn’t even want to hang out with your friends anymore, especially if that meant sitting down with minghao and eating dessert with him. you’re sure it wouldn’t be fun for your friends either, knowing well enough that you two would most likely break out in an argument.

minghao knew nothing about you, and it was infuriating that he thought he did. he barely spoke to you in reality, so why was he getting involved in your decisions now?

you enter the bingsoo restaurant far ahead of minghao. you calm down a bit when your eyes land on your friends sitting at a table in the corner, waving you over. your scrunched up face softens, lighting up with a smile.

“hey!” you greet them. the corners of joshua’s lips lift, scooching over to make room for you. you set your bag down next to him, happily taking a seat.

“where’s minghao?” your other friend, mingyu asks. your eyes flicker to the door, a bell ringing as minghao enters the room with an unreadable expression. you point a finger at him, which makes your friends turn and wave at him.

“how was the ride?” joshua asks you. everyone knows you and minghao weren’t very close, and didn’t spend any time alone together. you were merely acquaintances, but little did they know about the feud you two had just minutes beforehand.

“great,” you reply, fake smiling at joshua.

“we ordered the green tea and the strawberry bingsoo before you guys got here,” another friend, seokmin tells you. you nod, staring at the menu taped to the wall.

“i can drive you home if you want,” joshua says quietly, only loud enough for you to hear. you thank the heavens that joshua could sense how much you did not want to be in a car with minghao again.

you glance at minghao, who is intently staring at you. his look is disapproving, which in all honesty, you didn’t care about at all.

“please,” you whisper back to him, practically begging. he lets out a small laugh, nodding his head.

finally, a worker comes by and sets down the desserts in front of the five of you. just looking at it makes your mouth water, sides of condensed milk sitting in containers beside it.

“i’ll be right back, just going to wash my hands,” you let them know, standing up. you walk towards the bathroom, admiring the baby blue painted walls with white fairy lights scattered about.

you’re stopped by minghao, who manages to catch up to you and block the door to the washroom. you roll your eyes, scoffing.

“what the hell are you doing?”

“you’re going to hurt him,” he says sternly, standing his ground.

“you don’t know me! so stop pretending like you do!” you hiss, in a hushed voice. you never realized how tall minghao was until now, looking up at him with furrowed eyebrows and a look of grimace.

“i know that you two aren’t good for each other.”

you really wished that he would stop saying things like that. telling you what was good for you and what wasn’t, even if his intentions meant well, you were capable of handling things without his help.

his brown orbs are boring into your own, almost like they’re searching for a sign that you were at least thinking over what he was saying. you were, but not too deeply. all you wanted to do was get out of here, spend time alone away from him. you don’t even know why your friends started inviting him along to hang out.

you two stare at each other for a moment. heavy breaths escape through your nostrils as you try to list off all the reasons you shouldn’t punch him, right here, and right now.

just my luck that the most irritating guy ever has the prettiest face, you think to yourself.

“get out of my way,” you push him off to the side, entering the bathroom. you shut the door with a sigh, locking it and letting out a shaky breath.

you feel like you could just rip all your hair out as you stare at yourself in the mirror. as much as you wanted minghao to be gone, you knew that you were going to have to deal with him; whether you liked it or not.

[fantasyinallforms]

I need someone to take this one on! 👀

“You’re going to fight in that?”

Thank you Sunny for the prompt! ❤️❤️

This idea started out very differently in my head then kind of wrote itself. I hope you like it!

This is for the FotFics March Madness event! Also posted on AO3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/45472360/chapters/114917470

I switched up how I'm putting these on AO3. All my stories that take place on the road to Erebor will be chapters in an episodic style story. These are 1k-3k drabbles that take place on the road to Erebor that all happen in the same universe.

Bagginshield-Rating [T]

Title: Wild Thoughts In The Dead Of Night

The company, and that is to say Thorin, decided to make camp for a few days while they were still in the Weather Hills. The next span of the East Road would provide little shelter until they reached the border of the Trollshaws. Bilbo was grateful for the reprieve. They had been riding for nearly three days straight and by the time they stopped Bilbo almost needed help even getting off his pony. To make matters worse when he did manage to get off of his pony his feet gave out from under him and he landed at Thorin’s feet in an awkward sprawl. He just couldn't seem to stop embarrassing himself in front of him. So he tried his best to make himself useful and keep out of the way. 

After they set up the base necessities of camp Thorin started to assign tasks. He sent Dwalin and Gloin to check the perimeter. Fili, and Kili were sent to hunt. Bifur and Bofur were sent to collect firewood. Nori was sent on recon, Bombur started a cooking fire, and Dori started checking supplies. Even Oin and Ori were given the task of foraging the surrounding area for any herbs or useful plants. Bilbo sat patiently waiting for his task and it never came. Thorin passed right by Bilbo and pulled Balin into hushed conversation on the outskirts of camp. A tinge of annoyance pulled at his temples as he glared at Thorin from across camp. After an hour of building his courage Bilbo decided to go give Thorin a piece of his mind. The worst Thorin could do was send him home. He marched right up to Thorin and before he could say a word Nori burst out of the underbrush. 

“Bandits! They’re stalking the area. Probably waiting until we lie low before jumping the camp.” Nori delivered the report directly to Thorin in one breath. Thorin’s eyes darted out over the small camp, his eyes flickering to Bilbo for just a moment before looking back at Nori. 

“Did they see you?” Thorin asked. Nori shook his head no. “Good. Pull everyone you can find back except Fili and Kili. Tell them to catch the first few things they find and come back.” 

“Do you mean to lure them into camp?” Nori asked.

“Yes. Balin, start instructing people to put their armor on. I know we’ve been traveling in plain clothes but we need to be more cautious. Tonight we'll make it look as if we have gone to sleep and when they come we will ambush them. If they’re smart they’ll wait to attack till the dead of night.”  

“And if they're stupid?” Bilbo couldn't help but ask. 

“Then they’ll find themselves dead even quicker.” Thorin growled. Word spread across the company. They moved all the bedrolls towards the middle of camp and one by one the dwarves returned and pulled on their heavier armor. Leather was replaced by chainmail and some of the dwarves had pieces of plate mail they retrieved from the ponies. 

Bilbo did his best to stay by the fire and out of the way. Fili and Kili had brought back a brace of coneys so he tended to them and tried to fatten up the soup. He was stirring the pot when the ladle was plucked out of his hand. 

“Fili knock it off!” Bilbo said, trying to snatch the ladle back. 

“I can stir the pot for a few moments while you get some armor on,” Fili laughed. Bilbo looked at him, confusion coloring his face.   

“I-I don't have any armor. What I’m wearing and a spare set of pants and shirts is all I brought with me.” Surely he had made it clear enough in his simal that he was not an adventuring type that would have armor just laying about. Fili looked equally confused. 

“You’re going to fight in that? ” He asked, gesturing to all of Bilbo. Bilbo’s eyes went wide and he spluttered 

“Fight! I don't even have a weapon!” Bilbo was beginning to panic and his breathing was fast and shallow. If he had to fight he would surely end up dead! A heavy and none too gentle hand landed on his shoulder knocking him out of his train of thought. 

“You will not be fighting Master Baggins.” Thorin said with contemptuous authority. Bilbo lost his patience all at once. 

“Then what will I be doing! You haven't given me one opportunity to be helpful thus far! I highly doubt the bandits will be as dismissive of me as you have been!” Bilbo met Thorin’s eyes defiantly awaiting a response. Thorin’s face never so much as moved and his eyes never left Bilbo’s. 

“I did not give you a task because you could barely stand from your horse when we made camp. You’re still walking slightly bow legged even now. It would be foolish to put a weapon in your hand when we have not had the time to train you to wield it. Your clumsy technique would only get you or someone else accidentally killed. I will not let you go undefended, and you can help by trusting we know what we’re doing.” Thorin crossed his arms over his chest and glowered down at Bilbo. Bilbo averted his gaze now feeling a little foolish in his assumptions. He refrained from asking any further questions about his role in all of this and went back to attending the stew. Finally dinner was served and Bilbo sat silently eating his food and listening to the chatter and songs. Thorin laid out the plan clearly for the rest of the company speaking only in Kuhzdul then dismissed them. Still there was nothing to be said about what Bilbo would be doing. Or if there was no one had bothered to translate it. When dinner was over the company headed to their bedrolls with various weapons carefully tucked in with them. Bilbo was readying his own bedroll, his stomach twisting into knots of apprehension when he heard Thorin call his name. He looked up and Thorin was waving him over. Bilbo stumbled in the dark of the night until he reached where Thorin stood. Bilbo drew closer and studied what he could see of Thorin’s face for any sign of what was to come next. It was a surprise instead to see Thorin blushing. 

“You’ll be sharing a bedroll with me tonight.” Thorin said matter of factly. Bilbo cocked an eyebrow. 

“Oh will I now, and why is that?” Bilbo challenged. Thorin’s shoulders seemed to deflate lightly at the response. 

“We will need the bandits to be right upon us in order to catch them by surprise. If you sleep in another bedroll then there's a possibility they will single you out for attack and I might not get there in time to save you.” Thorin was staring at a fixed point on the ground and Bilbo couldn't help the flush on his cheeks. He had never seen Thorin this vulnerable before. The hard lines of his face had softened and his eyes looked almost tender. He must have stood their open mouthed for too long because Thorin met his eyes again, his face back in its usual scowl “If the idea is so distasteful to you then you are welcome to choose someone else to bunk with.” Thorin said through gritted teeth. He moved to turn around and Bilbo caught his arm. 

“No! I mean I understand. I was just surprised, I-it’s a sound plan. I’m grateful for the forethought, I just don't wish to be in the way.” Bilbo released Thorin’s arm and held his hands awkwardly in front of him. Thorin’s shoulders seemed to relax as he gestured towards the bed. Bilbo made himself comfortable on Thorin’s furs. He had to admit Thorin had a much better and warmer set up then the measly one he had brought. 

Soon the large dwarf joined him. Bilbo laid there facing opposite of Thorin until his leg grew so sore he had to move. He turned and found himself facing Thorin’s chest. His cheeks burned and he was terrified that Thorin being so close would give away how fast his heart was beating. Thorin might be hard headed, self important, and incredibly stubborn but he was also brave, honorable, and very very attractive. The proximity made Bilbo uncomfortably curious to know just how soft those raven locks were, or what it would feel like to have callused hands on his skin. He gulped and shuddered as he tried to press his willpower to think of anything else. 

“Don't be afraid, Master Hobbit, I will not let any harm come to you.” Thorin rumbled. Bilbo moved his head to meet the deep blue eyes that seemed fixed on him. 

“I’ll hold you to that.” Bilbo said quietly. They sat in silence for over an hour and Bilbo almost found himself drifting off to sleep before a rustling could be heard in the tree’s. He felt Thorin stiffen and he knew he must have an iron grasp on his sword. Bilbo could hear people walking around the camp and involuntarily began to shake. He had a hand clamped over his own mouth as a safeguard against any sound his fear might produce. He was glad he did because it muffled the small squeal of surprise as Thorin’s hand snaked around his waist. He slowly and gently pushed Bilbo against him. Bilbo was so caught up in the sudden warmth of Thorin’s body that he didn't realize how close one of the bandits was to him. A moment later he heard Thorin shout 

“baruk khazâd! khazâd ai-mênu!” The same shout went up from all the surrounding dwarves. Bilbo looked up just in time to see a sword swinging towards him. Thorin saw it first. He rolled over onto Bilbo and raised his shield to meet the blow. Bilbo raised his arms over his head on instinct and buried his hands in the front of Thorin’s tunic. He felt Thorin move under him and heard the sound of the bandit dispatched. When he opened his eyes Thorin was still hovering over him, a concerned look on his face. 

“Are you hurt?” Thorin asked. Bilbo could only shake his head no. Thorin gently pulled Bilbo's hands from his tunic and stood up before offering a hand to Bilbo. Bilbo took it and let himself be pulled to his feet. All the bandits had been dispatched and the company was already in the process of clearing the camp. Aside from Ori who had a small nick on his cheek no one had been hurt.       

Bilbo watched a little dizzily as Thorin’s demeanor returned to its more regal state. He was once again giving instruction to the dwarves and Bilbo couldn't help but stand there awkwardly. In an attempt to do something useful Bilbo started tending the fire. At least when most of them returned to sleep they could do so comfortably. Bilbo lost himself to his thoughts until he was roused from them by Thorin’s voice. 

“Do you always shiver so much at night?” Thorin asked gracelessly.

“I’m not used to this cold, and I’ll admit I didn't come as prepared as I should have. Thorin looked towards the bedroll Bilbo had halfheartedly laid out. 

“Dwarves are well known for our resistance to the cold. I’ve been told before that we give off a lot of heat.” Bilbo stared at Thorin unsure what to do with the information given to him and Thorin seemed to be staring anywhere but at him. 

“I’m sure I’ll manage.” Bilbo said, returning his gaze to the fire. 

“This journey will only grow colder. It would be a waste for you to die after all the effort we’ve put into keeping you alive.” Thorin said stiffly. He marched back over to his own bedroll and laid down.    

Perhaps it was wishful thinking on Bilbo’s part but Thorin did not sprawl out onto the furs as he normally would but instead kept to one side leaving just enough room for a small person to join him. 

[abra-ka-dammit]

bojji's ballooning didnt go as well as i hoped

the stricture is severe. it's down the entire bottom 1/3 of his esophagus. bc it was so severe they did it in smaller increments than usual, and during it saw tissue that looked suspiciously unhealthy. As they went lower they reached a hole that should theoretically be a continuation of the tube into the stomach but it apparently looks so unusual that they werent sure that was actually the ORIGINAL hole and didnt go further down. the doc told me quite frankly theyve never seen one so bad and shes not too optimistic for it ever being usable again even after multiple balloonings. but im not giving up yet.

since its so bad, they need to spread them out more than the 2-3 days it would normally go, and bc they could see the thin tissue stretching where the original tear was, in fear of risking re-tearing the original injury they most likely will need to do the future one(s) by more surgically invasive means, in order to go up from his stomach rather than down from his mouth since the downward route became anatomically unclear. this is all of course assuming nothing goes wrong in his recovery from this first one.

when i asked this morning the doctor had said a secondary ballooning baselines around 3k, but i guarantee the more invasive version costs more. i heard 3k ("or less, depending on the exact situation") and thought yes! i have the space for that with my brother's help. not feeling as confident anymore.

hes being constantly watched at the emergency vet overnight, longer if he seems to be on the downward trend. but he cant eat or drink for 48 hours so even if he can come home after theyre gonna help me out and give him fluid injections to keep him hydrated (he was, naturally, kinda dehydrated. happens when u can barely keep water or anything else down)

i was so stressed out i went into walmart to physically buy things instead of just doing drive up pickup like the no-spoons-having ass i am

i got my other cats senior kibble. its probably about time.

i got more pate in anticipation of bojji's 2-days-after food trials, and even some sodium-reduced chicken broth to mix with it instead of sink water to make it soupy, as well as some churu lickable treats for. treats.

i got fucking spray so i can clean up the spots bojji food-yakked on my bedroom carpet

the surgeon who did the procedure tried comforting me about the unsettlingly bad news by telling me nobody could ever say i didnt do everything i possibly could to save him but that just makes me feel worse

like whats the point of all of it if he still dies

he made the specialist vet office love him immediately with his sweet face and gentle behavior, just like he did the ER vet. now he has even more animal-loving hearts crying out with love to cruel fate, to please spare the boy: he is an angel, yes, but not yet for heaven

[barmadumet]

Pleas tell me about your PW AU!

WIP GAME

Omg not this one 🤭 Actually, I think you knew about this! Random idea for a Pretty Woman AU that came to me while watching the movie back in June. It strayed from the movie plot quite a bit, though. I had lots of ideas and wrote about 3k words one night, but never went back . . .Basically Anakin is a stripper (giggle), and one night he is leaving a bachelorette party dressed in a doctor costume. An intoxicated woman from the party follows him to the bus stop (heck, I would), and starts aggressively hitting on him. Obi-Wan has worked late at the Intergalactic Bank, and as he’s going to his car, he sees Anakin having a difficult time trying to politely dismiss the woman. HE ASSUMES ANAKIN IS A REAL DOCTOR, and goes over to help. He claims there is an injured bar patron down the street that needs medical attention, hoping to pull Anakin out of the bad situation. Ironically, a friend of the woman comes to intercept about the same time, keeping her from revealing that Anakin is not a real doctor. The two are left alone, and Anakin has missed the bus by this point, so he’s offered a ride home. Anakin doesn’t live in the city, so he declines…. And then the normally reserved and careful banker does something completely out of character and invites the intriguing young man to stay with him for the night; he’ll take him home in the morning when it’s not so late to make the long journey. 

Being the kind, sweet, brought-up-in-the-church boy he is, Anakin doesn’t want to be dishonest and tells Obi-Wan that he’s not a doctor almost right away. Now, Obi-Wan is silently panicking that he has a stripper in his car, but there’s no going back. But as Anakin gives him the short version of his difficult path, he can immediately see his goodness. He learns Anakin puts every penny he earns into fixing up a very modest home he owns in the suburbs that is in desperate need of repair. He has no family left and all he wants is to have a place that feels like a home - a sanctuary - a place to call his own. Ultimately, something will happen that makes the house inhabitable, and who do you think will offer the spare room in his city apartment indefinitely?

Cute, fun, and dramatic stuff would happen like Anakin falls in love with Obi-Wan’s cat (because he loves animals but can’t afford a pet). Obi-Wan will take Anakin to a work party as a “date.” Obi-Wan will open up about his estranged family who don’t agree with his life choices. Anakin's strong faith and positive outlook despite all he's been through in his short life, help Obi-Wan learn how to find joy through his own struggles.

I have NEVER been interested in AU until this idea randomly popped in my head. My philosophy was always if they aren't Jedi, I'm not interested. I honestly don't know how I became one of those obikins that can't watch a non Star Wars movie without thinking about an AU 😂 Shorty after beginning this work, I stumbled upon an AU called You're My Home by @stanakin96 and probably wouldn't have read it prior to this, and I'm so glad I did. So now I tag them for this game!

And thanks again for tagging me @justaminion ❤️And thank you for the ask!