metalexplorations · 10 months ago
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Early 19th century imperial mines, white stone, near Moscow.
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believemedarlin · 10 months ago
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The Perfect Man
Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader (3.9k words) Also available on AO3
Summary:
“You know, if you combined all the men on the team… they’d make the perfect man.”
“What?” Emily sputtered into her wine.
Penelope giggled while JJ looked intrigued
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A drunken night out with the girls leads to some interesting revelations.
***
“Let’s play Fuck, Marry, Kill.”
A round of groans sounded from the table, but Penelope Garcia was not to be dissuaded. 
“Come on, ladies. It’ll be fun!”
Her best puppy dog eyes firmly in place, Penelope implored her friends and coworkers with a practiced look. You were holding strong until she brought out the big guns and pouted at you.
A mere ten seconds later you caved. 
“Okay, fine,” You sighed. “But can we use kick instead of kill? I always hated that option. Why do you have to kill them when kicking would be just as effective in showing your lack of interest? No death required.”
“Ooh, I like that,” Penelope immediately agreed with a nod. “You know I’m a pacifist at heart.”
She turned to the other two women seated at the table, pout back in full force. JJ gave in first, patting Penelope’s hand with an indulgent smile and a nod. 
Seeing that she was outnumbered, Emily shrugged. “Sure. But I’ll need another drink if we’re doing this. I haven’t played this since college.”
“I’ll get us all another round.” Penelope jumped to her feet to join her and they made their way to the bar, weaving through the other patrons.
It was a rare Friday night off and the women of the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit had decided to go out for a much-needed night of ladies-only fun and frivolity. They had happily left the guys to sort out their evenings and escaped the second the clock struck five.
They were all a few drinks in at this point, which is most likely the reason Penelope had suggested the game. She always got a bit playful when she drank.
They returned a few minutes later, fresh drinks in hand. 
Once settled, Penelope leaned in, an eager smile on her face. “Okay. Fuck, Marry, Kick. Henry Cavill, Ben Barnes, Zachary Levi. And go!”
Emily took a sip of her drink and wasted no time in voicing her choices, followed by JJ and you. You took turns coming up with more and more outlandish options, and pleasantly spent the next hour drinking and laughing with your friends.
You had just finished giggling over Penelope’s reasoning behind her choosing to kick Willy Wonka and marry Jareth the Goblin King so she could enjoy a night with Conan the Barbarian when Emily leaned in with a smirk.
“I’ve got a good one. Hotch, Morgan, and Reid.”
The table erupted in a chorus of ooohs and laughter. 
JJ bit her lip in thought. “Okay, since we know them personally and I’m a happily taken woman, I’m going to change mine to kiss, because it’s weird to say I want to fuck any of them. So, uh, I’ll go with kiss Morgan, marry Reid, and kick Hotch. But only barely, because I do not want him angry with me.”
“Easy,” Penelope chirped. “Fuck Morgan, marry Morgan, and kick Reid and Hotch.”
You, JJ, and Emily burst into laughter, with JJ swatting Penelope on the arm. “You can’t double up like that!”
“Can too! My game, my rules. Besides, it’s special circumstances with Morgan as an option.”
Emily snorted, then grinned. “Hmm. I think I’d go with fuck Morgan, marry Hotch, and kick Reid.”
All eyes then turned to you as you stared into your drink, taking entirely too long as you overthought the options.
Eventually, Emily cleared her throat and you looked up to see her watching you expectantly.
“What?” You grinned sheepishly with a shrug. “It’s harder than you’d think!”
The ladies teased you good-naturedly until you finally said, “Okay, okay! Um, I think…” 
You blew out a breath in a long sigh. “Fuck Reid, marry Hotch, kick Morgan. No wait… Maybe fuck Hotch, marry Reid?”
Emily and JJ cackled while Penelope put on a fake offended air. “Why you gotta kick my beloved cinnamon hot chocolate Adonis not once, but twice? He’s the perfect man!”
"I mean, a lot of women would think that, yeah, but not me.”
Penelope gasped and pressed her hand to her chest dramatically. “Why, I never.”
You giggled with a shrug. “Sorry?” 
“You’re forgiven.”
“What I want to know,” JJ chimed in with a mischievous grin, “is why you can’t decide between Reid and Hotch on who to marry?”
You buried your face in your hands to hide your blush. “I don’t know! Both seem like solid choices. I think they’d both make good husbands.”
Emily smirked. “Sure it wasn’t because you couldn’t decide which you’d rather fuck?”
Penelope and JJ burst into laughter again while you groaned into your hands.
“You all are menaces. I don’t know why I spend time with you.”
“Because we’re wonderful people and you love us.”  Penelope teased.
“That’s debatable.” You mumbled.
“Oh, come on,” she leaned into your side and laid her head on your shoulder. “You know you adore us.” Penelope batted her eyes and you couldn’t help but grin.
“Yeah, I do.”
She cheered and called for another round of drinks.
The game wound down and devolved into a rather extensive list of men and women that each of the ladies wouldn’t mind enjoying some personal one-on-one time with.
You had been sitting in a comfortable silence for the past few minutes, chin in hand and elbow on the table, your mind pondering on something Penelope had said earlier. Your voice took on a contemplative tone as you mused aloud, “You know, if you combined all the men on the team… they’d make the perfect man.”
“What?” Emily sputtered into her wine.
Penelope giggled while JJ looked intrigued.
“Okay, just hear me out. Now, granted, everyone’s idea of the perfect man is different but for me… If we go by physical attributes first, you have to admit that each guy is objectively attractive on their own. I mean seriously, was it a prerequisite that everyone has to be outrageously good-looking to be a member of the team?”
The ladies heartily agreed with laughter and nods, but you gestured across the table to them. “I’m including you three in this too. Have you looked at yourselves? You’re all absolutely gorgeous.”
“Damn right, we are,” Emily exclaimed as she high-fived JJ.
You raised your glass to her and took a sip before expanding on your premise. “So by themselves, each man is handsome but combined…”
You tilt your head in thought. “For me, it would be Reid’s hair. I’ve always liked longer hair on a guy and have you seen those curls when he lets it grow out? And then add in Hotch and Rossi’s dark hair and … yeah. Next would be Morgan and Rossi’s facial hair. I don’t know about you ladies but I like a man with a bit of scruff, you know what I mean? Goatee or full beard or just a couple of days growth, hell even a good five o’clock shadow, as long as it’s maintained and not all scraggly, I like it. Oooh, remember when Hotch came back with a beard?
“Yeah,” you sighed, a bit more dreamily than you had intended, surely caused by the late hour and not the memory of a casually dressed, bearded Hotch. “Like that.”
All three ladies shared a knowing look, but you paid them no mind. 
“Though there is something to be said about a freshly shaved face. It’s so soft…” You sighed again.
“And then there’s height.” You knew you were rambling, but with the alcohol fueling you, there was little chance of stopping you now. “They’re all at least 6 foot so the height difference is perfect for both cuddles and forehead kisses.”
At this, Emily snorted. “Forehead kisses?”
“Yes,” you snipped primly. “They are the pinnacle of non-lip-to-lip kisses and they are my favorite thing. They just make you feel so adored. Now shush.”
You shooed her and rested your chin back in your hand. “Let’s see… Eyes. Honestly, I think they all have lovely eyes. I’m not picky on eye color really but I think Hotch’s stand out the most to me. I mean, have you seen his eyelashes? It should be criminal for a man to have such beautiful eyelashes.”
Another round of nods and hummed agreements sounded from the table.
“You know,” you continue with barely a pause, “I’ve never been a fan of really buff dudes, which sorry Pen, but that’s kinda why poor Morgan got kicked twice.” You shrugged unapologetically at her. 
“I’ve always preferred lean guys. Not scrawny but not bugling out his shirt, you know? Strong but not shoved in your face. But!” You sit straighter in your chair, index finger raised to emphasize your point. “That’s just looks. Personality-wise, I’m drawn to kindness first and our boys all have that in spades. And they each show it in different ways, but it’s always present.”
You met Penelope’s eyes. “And Morgan’s kindness absolutely overrides his excessive muscle mass. He’s honestly one of the kindest people I know, even if he’d deny it. He’s not humble about a lot of things, but he is about that.”
Your eyes dropped to the table as your finger ran along the wood grain. “I also like intelligence and while yes, first thoughts go to Reid, the others are all brilliant too. Like, Rossi is so wise! It seems like he always knows what’s going on with someone before anyone else, and always seems to know just what to say just when you need to hear it. And they each have strengths that I admire. I genuinely like each of them as a person and I’m proud to know them and am honored they consider me a friend. Honestly, I feel that way about all of you.”
“Aw!” Penelope sniffled. “That’s so sweet. We love you too, you know.”
You gave her hand a quick squeeze and took another sip of your drink. 
“What about lips?”
You blinked at JJ. “Lips? I’m not sure. I don’t know that I look at them much.”
Emily tilted her head. “You seriously don’t look at men’s lips?”
“Not really? I mean, I notice smiles. And honestly, how did I not start with that? It’s usually one of the first things I notice about someone. Smiles make everyone look twice as attractive. Oh, and a sense of humor! Gotta love a man who can make you laugh.”
“This one is definitely Morgan,” Emily chimed in and you nodded in agreement while Penelope raised her glass.
“Absolutely. He always makes me laugh, but so do the others. Rossi is snarky, which I appreciate as a fellow snarker. I can’t tell you the number of times he’s made me hold back a laugh during a round table. Reid can be really funny, too. Especially when we’re making Star Trek or Doctor Who references that no one else gets. Except you, Pen, but you’re usually in your lair. And Hotch—”
“No,” Emily cut in. “No way you think he’s funny. The man barely smiles.”
You tsked and leaned in, your tone turning a bit haughty. “First of all, I think it’s a good thing that he holds those back because have you seen how handsome he is when he smiles? His whole face transforms and he has dimples. Dimples . It���s ridiculous and no one would be able to focus on work if he was blinding us with his smile all the time. And secondly, yes. He’s hilarious, actually. He has a dry sense of humor that gets me every time. And he is so straight-faced about it. I laughed embarrassingly loud once at something he said and I had to leave the room because I couldn’t stop giggling. And the man had the nerve to be smug about it later.”
You shook your head with exasperated fondness, not noticing the raised eyebrows and pointed looks the other ladies were sharing.
“Anyway,” You sighed and leaned back in your chair. “Morgan is my biggest supporter, Reid nerds out with me, Rossi gives the best advice, and Hotch makes me feel safe. All things that would attract me to someone. So, with their powers combined…” You spread your hands in a sweeping motion. “The perfect man.”
“Huh,” Penelope hummed. “You know, I kinda see it.”
“See?” You grinned triumphantly. “We really do work with amazing guys.”
A cry of ‘hear, hear’ sounded around the table and the four of you leaned in to clink glasses.
Emily settled back in her chair with a smirk, her eyes focused on you. “Okay, you waxed poetic about the guys. Now, what about us?”
You grinned. “You, my darling lady loves, all hold a special place in my heart. There’s no way I could choose. You are each the perfect woman.”
Another cheer went up and everyone downed their drinks, laughing merrily.
The outing wound down about half an hour later. You each stumbled your way outside, Emily and Penelope deciding to share a taxi.
You stood with JJ as you waved the other two goodbye; you waiting for your own taxi and JJ waiting for Will to pick her up.
“You know,” she said conversationally, her eyes on the street. “You mentioned Hotch quite a few times describing your perfect man.”
You blinked. “What? I did not.”
She turned to you with a wide grin. “Oh yes, you did. No denying it now.”
You sputtered, not sure how to reply.
She chuckled and laid a hand on your arm, just as your taxi arrived. “Seems to me like he ticks quite a few of the boxes for your perfect man.” She leaned in to whisper, “So what are you going to do about it?”
JJ winked as she stepped back to open the door of the car that pulled in behind your taxi and slid in. “Just think about it, okay?”
You nodded numbly, mechanically climbing into the back seat of the taxi while Will and JJ patiently waited to make sure you were safely on your way.
You mumbled out your address and barely noticed the drive home, arriving much sooner than expected, as your mind was focused on JJ’s words.
You shook your head as you entered your apartment, determined to think no more of it. It was just a silly statement born out of one too many drinks.
There was no way you thought of Hotch that way.
No way at all.
***
The rest of the weekend was miraculously quiet and work-free. You couldn’t remember the last time you had so much time to yourself, so you took full advantage of it.
As days off always tended to do, they flew by too quickly and Monday morning arrived before you were ready for it. You greeted everyone when you entered the department, nodding to Rossi and waving at Morgan and Penelope as you settled in at your desk.
No new case had come in, so today would be an in-office day catching up on paperwork and caseloads.
You were productive throughout the day, completing most of the pending work assigned to you, and you were feeling quite accomplished with the diminishing stack in your inbox.
Only a few minutes remained in the workday when you stood from your chair, stretching your stiff back, and made your way up the stairs to Hotch’s office to drop off an armful of completed reports.
You knocked on his door, only having to wait a second before he bid you enter.
He was focused on the open file in front of him and he didn’t look up until you spoke. “These are ready for you to review, Hotch.”
His eyes shot up to meet yours before dropping to the folders in your arms. He gestured to the corner of his desk nearest you and went back to scribbling notes on the report. “You can just leave them there, thank you.”
You set them down next to another stack and grimaced. There were multiple bundles of files littering his desk. While in-office days were great for clearing your desk of work, it unfortunately always added to Hotch’s workload.
“Looks like everyone had similar offerings for you today. Will you be able to leave at a reasonable hour tonight? I’d be happy to help with anything if you need it.”
Hotch finished the line he was writing and looked up at you through his long lashes, a small, shy kind of smile curving his lips. His cheeks were just a touch pinker than usual and you blinked because you’ve never seen that look on his face before.
He looked almost bashful, a word you would never have associated with Aaron Hotchner.
But damn, was it a good look on him. He really was a handsome man, wasn’t he? Kind, funny, successful, and a great father. He was practically the perfect man.
You froze and blinked again at the realization.
“Oh, uh,” his deep voice broke you from your thoughts. “I appreciate the offer, but I’ve got it covered. I shouldn’t be here too much longer.”
“Right, of course.” You nodded and prayed he couldn’t see the blush you knew was rapidly spreading across your face. “Well, good night, sir.” 
You spun on your heel and opened the door, ready to flee as fast as your feet could carry you.
His low, murmured good night followed you out the door and you nearly shivered because holy hell, even his voice was attractive.
You quickly grabbed your things and nearly sprinted to the elevators, not wanting to stay one second longer around skilled profilers who could read you so easily, knowing they would spot your flushed cheeks instantly and want to know what caused them. Or worse, they’d already know, and that was not something you were ready to discuss with any of them at the moment.
You had fully intended on ignoring JJ’s words from Friday night, but after your reaction just now, you knew she was right.
Hotch was pretty damn close to fitting the idea of your perfect man.
Or maybe, the idea of your perfect man came from Hotch.
You sighed as you entered the thankfully empty elevator, finally admitting to yourself the truth that had been staring you in the face for longer than you’d ever care to admit.
You had it bad for Aaron Hotchner.
Oh, you were in so much trouble.
***
Aaron watched as you left his office, your face a delightful shade of pink.
His eyes followed as you rushed to your desk, snatched up your things, and darted out the door.
He hadn’t meant to overhear Prentiss and Garcia’s conversation that morning as they reminisced over their night out last Friday. He certainly hadn’t meant to linger when they mentioned you and your adorable—according to Garcia—rant about the perfect man. And he most certainly hadn’t meant to lean in rather eagerly when they whispered about just how many times his name had come up as an example during said rant.
He had been pleasantly surprised and somewhat stunned by the information. He’d never thought of himself as an ideal for the perfect man. 
Sure, he supposed he had a few attributes that some women might find appealing. He had a successful career and tried to keep in shape, though that was more for his job than vanity.
But he never imagined that anyone would look at him and think that he was a paradigm of their perfect man. Least of all you.
You were a brilliant profiler, exceptional in the field and able to hold your own in a fight when needed, but you were also caring with the victims and their families. You were witty and kind and easygoing. You were someone who smiled freely and laughed readily and did your best to cheer and encourage the team on tough cases.
Not someone who would think of stoic, hardass Aaron Hotchner as the perfect man.
Still, he hadn’t been able to keep his eyes from drifting to the window of his office throughout the day, seeking you out.
He thought back to when you joined the BAU and how quickly you became not only an essential part of the team but a much-welcomed member of their little family. Everyone adored you and Aaron himself had to admit that you had wormed your way into his heart.
He loved the time he got to spend with you when the team got together to unwind after a case and the little moments of levity you all shared in between working. He recalled the times he managed to make you laugh and the occasions where he found himself chuckling as well. You were easy to talk to and more often than not, the two of you fell into conversation whenever everyone else was either asleep or preferred to be left alone on the jet going to and from cases.
He genuinely enjoyed your company and found himself wishing he could enjoy it more often.
His eyes wandered to the bullpen again, zeroing in on you almost immediately. Prentiss and Morgan were standing by your desk when one of them said something that made you laugh.
Your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth opened to release an enchanting sound of delight. Aaron couldn’t look away and had to admit that you really were quite lovely. Inside and out.
He wasn’t sure how long he sat looking at you but knew it was longer than appropriate. He shook his head and forced himself to focus back on his work.
He managed to shove all thoughts of you from his mind for the remainder of the day until a soft knock sounded on his door late in the afternoon.
He didn’t bother to look up from the report he was notating after giving a gruff come in until he heard your voice.
Aaron couldn’t keep his eyes from darting up to meet yours before dropping them to the large stack of files in your arms.
He gestured for you to place them on the corner of his desk next to the ones Reid had deposited earlier and thought that would be his singular interaction with you for the day.
But then your caring side came out again and you sweetly offered to help him, a proposition that both filled him with fondness and nervousness.
After all his wayward thoughts about you throughout the day, he wasn’t sure if being in close proximity with you was a good idea or not. 
Aaron looked up at you again, the late afternoon sun enveloping you, enhancing your features, and his only thought was that he’d been wrong earlier. 
You weren’t just lovely. You were stunning.
In that moment, he was completely captivated by you and his thoughts ran rampant as he cataloged every minute detail of you. Your beauty, your kindness, your brilliance, and all the little things that made you you . Everything that endeared you to him.
But his thoughts came to a crashing halt when he realized that he was staring at you. He felt his face flush and he stammered as he gently declined your help.
You bid him a good night, but Aaron couldn’t take his eyes off the spreading blush on your cheeks. It kept his attention until you were out of sight.
He blinked and dropped his eyes back to the forgotten report in front of him, a slow smile creeping across his face.
He may not have meant to overhear the conversation that caused him to think about you all day, but he was starting to be glad he had. It seemed it was all he needed to face a few truths he had been in denial about for a long while now.
He was completely and utterly smitten with you.
Now, he just had to decide what to do about it. 
Aaron sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
Oh, he was in so much trouble.
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beardysuits · 17 days ago
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Closer to Dad pt 2
Part 1 found here
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I can’t believe it, I’m uncle Rob! I was still getting used to being a solid 50 pounds heavier, probably even more to be honest. When I dressed up as Rob, I had chosen one of his older football jerseys to feel his stomach pressed against his beefy belly. Each step I took I could feel the fabric stretch to accommodate my new form. I patted it, feeling the jiggle ripple through the rest of my abdomen. This was going to be a fun day.
Normally it would have taken me about 15 minutes to get from Rob’s house back to mine, but with my new longer legs, and the amount of excitement built in, I made it in half the time. Stepping up to the front door, my heart was racing in anticipation. I haven’t spent real quality time with my dad in what felt likes years. To go from being the scrawny son he essentially ignored, to becoming his best friend and brother, was a dramatic shift. However, I let out a long breath of air and pounded on the door with my strong fist. 
Dad, I guess I should refer to him by his first name now, Mike, opened the door and looked at me inquisitively. He wasn’t even wearing his usual jersey, just a green t shirt and jeans, his hair messy, with the locks shining in the golden sunlight. 
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“Rob? What are you doing knocking on the door? You haven’t done anything but stroll in like a bastard for years”. Shit, of course I should have just walked in. Rob’s been coming over to our place for years now to hang out with my dad. I chuckled to try and cover.
“What and not take you up on opening the door for me? Fat chance,” I told him with my best uncle Rob impersonation. He rolled his eyes and ushered me in. I think I can still play this off. Coming into my home as Rob made it feel like a brand new experience, like I was stepping foot for the first time. Though that may just be because I’m about a foot taller and my perception has greatly shifted at this new height. 
“You want a beer?” Mike asked, closing the door behind me. 
“It can’t even be 8 am,” I told him without a second thought. His eyebrow raised again. 
“What took you so long to ask?” I asked him back. He scoffed and wandered off to the kitchen. My heart would not slow down. I can make a couple of recoveries, but what am I supposed to do when he actually starts talking about football? Mike came back, and tossed me an unopened can. I popped the tab and took a swing, almost spitting it right back out. Fuck me, that’s what beer tastes like? At the tender age of 20, I was just shy of getting myself any alcohol of my own. Though also, at the tender heart, I was too chicken to sneak one of my dad’s to try before today. 
Thankfully Mike had his back turned to me, otherwise he surely would have seen me grimace from the taste. 
“So, game’s not for another hour,” he said, coming back from the kitchen again, this time holding the entire box full of beers. Oh god do I have to drink all of those? I can’t even stomach one. 
“How about you make your lazy ass of some use and help me stock the fridge? Especially since you didn’t bring any of your own,” he continued. Was I supposed to bring something? I’m clearly an awful guest. I followed him downstairs to his man cave, one which I rarely stepped foot in. 
It was what one would expect of a middle aged man who was obsessed with football. A once plush couch now worn out from years of ass being met with it, a small beer fridge along the side, massive flat screen tv along the back wall. If you pick up a copy of “Man Caves for Dummies”, you’d find this on chapter one. Mike shoved the box of beers at me and I waddled off to the fridge to stock up. Not like there was much space anyways, he always kept it pretty filled. 
As I was finishing up the bottom level of the fridge, I felt a hard smack against my ass, almost causing me to shove my whole head into the fridge. 
“Hurry up slowpoke, I wanna get these chilled before the game starts,” Mike said, pulling another beer out of the top shelf. He already finished the first one? I was too distracted to even drink mine, now so aroused at my ass getting smacked, and being ordered around by my dad. Don’t get me wrong, I was used to him ordering me around before, but this time it was playful. It didn’t help that my new cock was pressed against the silky material of my jockstrap, hidden under Rob’s set of Wranglers. I was chubbed up since I came in his body earlier today, but the touch of Mike, and the material sliding against it, made me rock hard. 
I adjusted my pants to help try and mitigate how much of my cock showed and closed the fridge door behind me. 
“Just giving you time to remember how I got the good ass genes from dad,” I told him. I turned and shook my ass at him, smacking it myself. Fuck Rob’s butt really kept up some perk since his old military days. 
“Please, the only thing you got from dad was a bad back and a receding hairline,” he said, chuckling to himself. He took a swig out of his beer and I decided to mirror him. This time, I knew what to expect and choked down the ale with less effort. This actually wasn’t too bad after a while. He reclined back on the couch and kicked his feet up on the corner L of the sofa. He was wearing his basketball shorts and his calves were showing. I never looked at my father in a suggestive way from the implication alone, but I wasn’t me right now. Even as his brother it felt like I was somebody entirely different. 
I could admire how strong his legs looked, especially when he stretched one of them out to pop his knee. The shorts rode up and a brief glimpse of his thigh bared itself to me. This didn’t help my need to hide my raging boner at all. He turned his attention from the TV and looked at me. 
“What are you waiting for? Permission?” He asked. I sat on the opposite end of the couch from him. We had an hour until the game, and I immensely regretted not doing more research before I took over Rob. Mike tried to engage with me about the team, sports, players, and I did my best to rebut against them with jokes and more general comments. He definitely knew something was up though. I drank through the whole thing, feeling my new belly slosh as it contained nothing but beer. The jersey I was wearing started to feel even tighter as I felt my stomach expand to accommodate. 
“Jeez Rob are you okay?” He asked me, minutes before the game began. My consciousness was starting to fade some, the alcohol finally starting to kick in. I had to have been 6 beers in by this point, only taking so long due to Rob’s large build. 
“What do you mean?” I asked him, blinking slowly to orient myself. He finished his last bit of his drink and threw it into the closest trash can. 
“You aren’t yourself. No idea what I’m talking about, stumbling through any conversation, it’s like I’m talking to…” he shrugged, “well, Timmy”. That made me snap into focus. The original plan when I took over Rob was to talk to my dad about anything but football, and hopefully, make him actually like the real me. 
“What about Tim?” I asked him. He cracked open a new beer. 
“Well you know, he’s a good kid, but I just don’t get him. Always up in his room all day, toying around with those little figures of his.” My figures I paint as a hobby. Something about bringing those little guys to life brought me a lot of calm. I didn’t even think my dad knew they existed.
“Have you tried connecting with him about what he likes?” I asked him. I knew the answer, but wanted to hear him admit it. 
“Yeah,” he said. Liar. “I mean, kind of. I just don’t get it. You known when we were growing up we were outside, running around the woods, getting dirty. Tim he just, I don’t know, is just a shut in. We didn’t grow up like that, he actually did things. Like when we kidnapped the Connors’ dog and posted a ransom to buy snacks in the summer. I mean you know, we did a LOT together. Tried new things, grew closer. He doesn’t do anything, just toys away and plays on that damn computer”. 
Ouch. Can’t say I’m surprised though, it’s about what I expected him to feel. 
“But I wanna connect with him, you know. I want to be his dad, not just his father. I taught him to ride a bike, hit a baseball, how football works. Then he became a teenager and just dropped all of it and became a different kid.” I was about to open another beer, but wanted to be as much of myself as possible. 
“You know Mike, I think he may have always been like this,” I told him. He raised an eyebrow in response. “I think, he just wanted to be the person you wanted him to be so you’d love him. But, he found out that he wasn’t happy doing those things, so he just decided to be himself, and hope you’d love him anyway.” 
Mike was silent for a long time, not even taking another drink. 
“That is, at least my theory,” I said. He shrugged and pondered. 
“I mean I do love him, no matter what he does,” he finally said. “He’s my son. He can be a pro athlete or build and sell a computer for a living. I just figured since we had so much fun together and have great memories, that’s how he should do it too. But, maybe I should try and see how we can do what he likes more.”
I could feel the tears well in my eyes. Fuck Dad, why couldn’t you just tell me that. 
“Thanks Rob for just letting me- are you crying?” He asked. I wiped the tears away and hid my face from him.
“No no, just, fuck it,” I said, looking for a new beer. 
“You fucking softie,” he said, a hearty laugh escaping him. “Here, for you listening to my bitching.” He leaned over the armrest of the sofa for a little while and finally pulled out a new can. He tossed it to me. Raising his own, he opened the tab. I did the same, only to be met with a flare of foam dousing me. He cackled and slapped his knee. 
“Fucker!” I yelled at him, already becoming inhibited from all the drinks. “Gotta change this fucking shirt now,” I told him. I could feel the words slurring as the alcohol came on harder. I stood up, stepping back to try and regain my balance. I grabbed the bottom of my jersey with both hands and yanked it up, my head stuck in the hole before finally tugging it off and slamming it to he ground. 
I looked down, once again admiring Rob’s hairy chest and beautiful pecs. The years of service he did performed wonders on his body, which he didn’t give up on as he reached middle age. 
“Give me a shirt,” I told him, trying to make it to the staircase. 
“Rob fucking sit down, you’re fine,” he called out to me. “Let that shit dry and just be half naked for a bit you puss.” I walked back and fell back on the sofa. My cheeks were flaring up and I could feel my heart pounding from the exertion. I put my hand on my chest to feel the heart rate, and couldn’t help but squeeze a little, feeling the pec succumb to my own touch. I chuckled and looked over to my father, who was looking at me intently. I chuckled to him.
“What?” I asked, losing sight in trying to pretend to be Rob at this point. He smirked. 
“Nothing, just, all this talk about our childhoods is making me just remember the good old times. You know know, the Connors dog, the woods, the…. late night talks. Ones about girls, and who was hot in my grade, who was hot in yours. How we’d-“ he pulled his own shirt off and threw it on top of mine. “Try to figure out what would make them feel good”. 
I admired Mike’s body, not as toned as mine, but certainly he took care of himself as he aged. He own chest displayed a gorgeous set of fur. How did I miss out on just how beautiful he was? How did I not get these genes and looked more like my mother? How is he looking at me so… sexually? He slid down the L of the sofa, laying his head against the back cushion, throwing an arm behind his head to rest it. His armpit was shadowed in a dark bush, which I can only imagine smelled of a strong musk. 
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Wait what the fuck? This is my dad, or my brother? He’s family, but I did jerk off my own uncle just hours before. He’s my dad, but he’s also not making this weird. He’s.. he’s.. fuck he’s sexy! 
“Game’s about to start,” I told him finally, not taking my eyes off his physique. 
“They’re playing the Buccaneers, I know how it’ll go,” he said. He got on all fours and crawled to me. Judging from the look in his eyes, the beers had taken their toll on him as well. We were now face to face, mere inches from one another. I could smell the alcohol on his breath as he leaned in and planted his lips on mine. I pushed back a bit, but he wouldn’t let me break away. His tongue slithered forward and traced it along my new one. I gave in and wrestled his with my own, my lips moving in sync with his. He placed a hand on my chest and squeezed at my pec, the warm touch juxtaposing with the shivers which shot through me. 
I took my hand and placed it on the back of his head, brushing my fingers through his salt and pepper hair. As I gripped at it, he became more aggressive and reached for my throat. He wasn’t rough with it, but placed his thumb just below my Adams apple, pressing firmly. My breath was ragged from his force, and my pants had grown so incredibly tight in futile attempts to restrain my cock. My other hand went on the lower end of his back, guiding him to press into me, the fur on our chests entangling. 
He slipped his mouth away from my lips, running them down my neck, kissing me as he lowered himself further down this stolen body. When he got to my belly, he took extra time to take both hands and rub them across it. He worshipped my stomach, kissing at it, gripping, and without a single word, making me know it was his. His hands ran down my stomach to zipper off my hands, toying with it. I spoke back to him with my dick, flexing it to tell him it needed to be released. 
He looked up at me and smirked, lowering his head down again to lick at my bulge. It was torture, I needed to produce it to him and have it slide down his throat. I reached my hand down to get to my pants, but he immediately snapped and grasped my wrists. 
“Uh uh,” he hushed. “Remember, I’m making you the girl here. And a good girl, lets the man do what he wants.” He released my wrists and finally got his hands back on my zipper. He zipped it down, before finally finishing with a flourish and pulling the Wranglers down to my ankles. He worked to get them kicked off my feet, before being met a silky pink jockstrap, which could snap at a moments notice. It was absolutely soaked in precum, and my dick had pushed it to its limits. 
“What the fuck Rob? You sporting these now?” He asked me. I smirked at him. 
“Was just remembering the good times,” I told him with a wink. He seemed to hesitate, almost snapping back to reality. However, the lust must have taken over, as he proceeded to take his tongue and lick up the precum which topped off the jock. Just feeling the tip of his tongue hit my cock made me groan involuntarily. 
“Shut up, Tim might be home,” he told me. I wouldn’t worry about that, I wanted to tell him, but no words could form at this point. He proceeded to lap at my bulge, seeming to suck off any of the pre which had accumulated. Just as it seemed he was about to pull my jock off, he backed away. Fuck, was something wrong? I looked up and saw him working on getting his own pants off. He was struggling, barely able to move at all. 
I assisted him, leaning forward and not taking the same slow care he had given me. I yanked the pants off and discovered two thing about my dad. One, he liked to go commando. Two, he had an impressive cock. Veiny, hard as a rock, and long enough that I knew he could rub out a prostate without even going halfway in. If he was the surprisingly soft and sultry type, I was the ravenous one. I had never actually sucked a dick before, but had watched plenty of films to emulate what others had done. I gripped the base of his shaft, which despite how large my new hands were, still was an intimidating beast. 
I licked at the head of his cock, tasing the musky aroma come to life as the sensation of manhood trickled down my throat. He tasted amazing, his own precum starting to mix with the sweat he had built through the day. I licked my lips, lubing them up as I began to take his entire cock into my mouth. The years of study had prepared me somewhat for what it took to take him, but practice made perfect. At first I almost gagged and vomited the half dozen beers which still waved in my stomach, but as I got into a rhythm, it became easier. He leaned his head back and didn’t say a word, but moans were suppressed from his closed mouth. 
He raised both arms up, showing off his pits. The smell permeated through the air, filling my nostrils. He must have not showered in the past couple of days, as I could smell the usual scent of my father embody the room. It motivated me to work harder, pushing my lips to the base of his balls and holding them in place. He grabbed the sides of my head and thrust his cock back and forth, skull fucking me as a growls began to erupt from him. 
I thought he was about to coat my throat with his cum, but just as he was about to finish, he threw my head back and pushed me to the other side of the sofa. I looked up to find him jerking himself off and staring at me seductively. 
“Turn around and show your big brother that hole of yours,” he commanded, sitting up on his knees. I did as he was told, getting on all fours and facing away from him. I felt the couch move below him as he crawled to me. He spit, and the sensation of his saliva against my hole made me shake. With one hand, he spread my ass cheek to the side, and with the other, I felt him guide the tip of his cock. Pressing against my hole, I gripped at the fabric in the couch, my knuckles turning white. 
“Easy,” he told me. “Remember, just like we used to practice.” He pushed the tip and my hole reluctantly allowed him in. It was a shock of pain which made me scream. His hand quickly shot to my mouth and covered it, muffling my howls.
“I told you to shut up,” He said. He kept pushing his cock further in, still holding my mouth closed. He inch which slid its way in made me try to yell louder in and louder, but his calloused hand pressed harder against my lips. There was a sensation, a pop. Immediately I stopped yelling and groaned again, this time in ecstasy. 
“There you go lil bro,” he told me. “Just like riding a bike”. He pulled out some and pushed his way back in. Fuuuuuuck. Fuck he was so god damn big! He pumped, his cock rubbing against my prostate. Each thrust sent electricity coursing through my body and out the tip of my cock. I hadn’t touched it in ages and wanted to pump in unison with him, but too much of me was just holding on to the couch for dear life. His thrust began to increase in speed, with no room in between for rest. 
“Fuck daddy’s gonna cum!” He yelled out, clearly not worried about the noise anymore. He put a hand on each of my shoulder to steady himself. 
“Cum in me dad, cum in me!” I yelled out, my lips free from his grasp. 
“FUCK!” He yelled out, pushing his balls deep against my bare ass. I felt his cock twitch with his pulse as wave after wave of his cum shot deep into my colon. I counted it out, each pulse getting weaker and weaker, before finally all I could feel was my dad’s stomach resting on my back as he caught his breath. He slid out and fell back on the couch, his legs spread, and while now limp, he cock rested beautifully on his thigh. 
I laid on my own back and marveled at him, so gorgeous even just lit by the TV glow. For a second I was worried in his post nut clarity, he would realize what had happened. Instead, I could hear him snoring, somehow already passed out from the exertion. I took the opportunity to finally whip off the jock strap and pump my cock, which had been lathered up in a concoction of my precum and dad’s saliva. 
I felt his cum begin to leak out of my hole, running into the couch. I grabbed a small handful and rubbed it between my fingers. It was thick and a stark white, prime for breeding. Prime for lathering up my cock further and… lathering… That, gave me an idea. Releasing my cock, I stepped to my pants he had discarded on the floor. I fumbled with the pockets until I found it, another vial. 
Inside was the lotion I had made to slip myself into Rob. I was worried it would wear off while I was here, making me be ejected. So, I brought an extra container in case I had to sip back inside. But, what if I went a step further? Both of us were already naked, so I took the opportunity to pour the contents all over Rob’s body, just as I had done in my real body. 
It was a miracle there was enough, as Rob was twice the size as my original body. However, I finally stood in front of my father, silk, lathered up, and ready to experiment. I was just as careful as I was when I took over Rob’s body. Fingering my dad’s hole and enlarging it. Making it able to take one finger, then two, three, until finally my whole hand was inside of him. I think all of the drinking had sedated him, as he wasn’t moving a muscle from all of the activity. 
I pushed further, finding the process to be much more difficult than last time. Previously, I was going from a short, lanky form, barely 150 pounds into a man twice my size. This time, while my father was hardly a small man, had less room available to take in Rob’s body. I worked carefully, pushing both arms inside, before taking a deep breath and plunging my head inside. This sensation was the same at least. Pitch darkness, a tight sensation, the beating of his heart echoing around me. The issue was, Rob’s chest was so fucking massive, I had to really push to get inside. 
I could still feel my feet outside, so I used them to prop myself up and force myself in further. I could only imagine what it looked like out there. The towering form of Rob, chest deep inside of my dad’s hole as he tried to slam his entire body into him. However, with each thrust, I could feel my body being encapsulated by my father. Eventually I found my whole upper body inside, and I worked to stretch myself out. It was like I was trying to slide into a latex suit that was two sizes too small. Every crevice of mine was suppressed and pushed inward. 
It was constricting, my father’s form could barely contain the man who had at least 40 pounds of muscle on him. But surely, I found a way to get both legs inside and curl my feet in too. I felt the hole close and Rob’s body completely be closed in. Having done this once already, I had an idea of what to do next, but the size difference made it all too difficult. I did learn however from last time to adjust my cock first and not cause a panic. With both arms still not in position with my dad’s, I took my cock and slide it into his like a sheath. 
Before I aligned them though, I experimented and pulled back and pushed in again. I did this a few times, feeling like I was fucking the inside of my father. It was too good, but I had to push on, the constriction was getting to me. I aligned both feet and legs, arms, hands, and finally head. I slithered my tongue into my father, and pushed the top of my head into his. With one final force, I pushed my cock into the tip of his and felt the transformation complete.
I opened my eyes and surveyed the room, my head groggy as I felt the alcohol trying to hold me still. The glow of the TV still reflected off the walls, but more noticeable than that was the smell of my father’s musk right next to me. I looked to my left and found his armpit right next to my face. I inhaled deeply, now aware that I was my dad! I liked at his bicep, knowing all the while this tongue just moments ago was worshipping me. I sat up, trying to orientate myself. 
Everything was the exact same, though now I could see just under me was a pool of the lotion and cum which soaked into the seats. I rubbed my dad’s hole, and found that some of his cum was still leaking out from me. I brought it to my face and lapped it up. It was salty, tinged with the potency worthy of breeding. 
I took another scoopful of his, I guess, MY own cum and lathered up my new dick. As I never did actually finish while I was just Rob, I still had a sizable load to get out. I pumped my dad’s cock which had sprung to life once more. I smelled at this pits as I did so, lapping at his biceps and worshipping my new body. 
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From the excitement of today, it didn’t take long before I could feel the eruption coming. 
“Fuck I”m gonna cum!!” I yelled in my dad’s voice, before finally letting out the build up of cum spray all over me. Despite getting off just earlier today, it was a cascade as I coated chest. The fur absorbing every drop and sinking into my chest. My cock was bright red, pulsing as each drip soared into the air. But it was over all too soon, and I was left with just myself, the smell of cum, musk, and the football announcers quietly speaking. 
I looked down at myself, proud of the mess I had made. Though, I did wonder what this meant. Was I stuck as my father, with Rob gone forever? Would I get ejected as Rob? As myself? The lotion had lasted this long already, I wonder how much longer I had. If it wasn’t long, I wanted to make the most of it. Slowly, I raised myself up and stood, looking to dress myself up. There I found the jockstrap I had Rob wear, still damp. I stepped in and shimmied it up my legs. 
It was cool at this point, and made me shiver, but it was so good to be reunited with it. I rubbed my hands over my body, coaxing the cum further into my hair and admired the nice bulge my dad gave the jockstrap. Maybe if I can keep this up for a bit, I’ll have to have dad pick up some new clothes…Something with leather perhaps. 
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A bit of a longer story, but hopefully that makes you all enjoy it even further! Would love to hear from all of you as to what you'd like to see more of as I try to get back more into my writing.
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mattitties · 9 months ago
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sworn enemy - matt sturniolo
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I don’t have many enemies in my life. I try to get along with most people, and even if I don’t like them, I do my best to be friendly no matter what. But there’s one person that I absolutely cannot stand: Matt Sturniolo.
I moved to LA about six months ago, and the triplets were some of the first people I met. I got close with Nick first, then Chris, and I attempted to get close with Matt, but he was so closed off and became outwardly rude to me every interaction we had. I have no idea why he hates me so much, but I will not tolerate him giving me that kind of attitude for no reason when I’ve tried to be his friend.
So I don’t try anymore. I’m over at their house more than I’m at mine, and I’ve gotten to the point of completely ignoring that asshole when he comes into the room. Is it rude to ignore someone in their own home? Sure, but none of this would be happening if he didn’t make it abundantly clear from day one that he has no interest in being my friend.
Nick and Chris invited me over tonight to watch a movie, so of course I accepted. Despite everything with Matt, I absolutely adore Nick and Chris and would never turn down an opportunity to spend time with them.
“Helloooo,” I say when I walk into the living room, where they’re already setting up the movie.
“Hey!” Nick smiles as he gives me a hug. “Movie’s almost ready, you wanna get some snacks?”
I nod and head to the kitchen, saying hello to Chris in the process. I’m so invested in rummaging through their fridge that I don’t even notice Matt walk into the room until he groans.
“Oh joy, look who’s here!” he says as I turn around.
“Don’t worry, I won’t bother you,” I tell him as I grab some drinks. “Just go back to your cave and it’ll be like I’m not even here!”
He rolls his eyes. “I can feel your presence even from there. Seriously, who invited her?”
“We did,” Chris says. “Come on dude, isn’t this getting a little old? It’s time to get over whatever dumb shit you have against her and grow up.”
Matt shakes his head as he takes a box of Goldfish to the couch. “Nah, I’m good. So what are we watching?”
“Oh, so now you wanna watch with us?” I ask. “Two seconds ago you were acting like it was the end of the world that I’m here.”
“Well, this is my house, and I should be able to watch a movie in my house even when little annoying creatures are sitting on my couch,” he smiles sarcastically at me.
I say nothing in response. He’s such a dick. 
“Oh, before I forget, do you want to come to TopGolf tomorrow night with us and our friends?” Chris asks me.
“I wish, but I’m going to a bar tomorrow night with my roommate,” I tell him.
“No worries, we’ll go another time. Matt’s not going either because he’s just too good for all of us, isn’t that right Matt?” Chris teases and pokes Matt’s stomach, earning a punch to his upper arm from Matt.
I roll my eyes at Matt’s clear inability to have any fun and sit back as the movie begins. 
I should not have gone out tonight. I’m having the worst night. I should have gone to TopGolf with Chris and Nick. All my life choices are being regretted. 
My roommate is currently in the bathroom probably sucking some random guy off, and I have somehow gotten in the middle of two drunk guys fighting over god knows what. The place is crowded and I’m being swallowed in a sea of people as I desperately try to get away from the fight before punches start being thrown. 
I’m unsuccessful. 
In the midst of the chaos, one of the guys accidentally nails me right in the eye as he goes to hit the other. He doesn’t even notice and continues going after him, but other people do notice. I really wish they hadn’t. I want nothing more than to just get out of there.
I push my way to the entrance and ignore the small crowd of people following me and asking if I’m okay.
“I’m fine,” I tell them, speeding up and breathing a sigh of relief when I make it outside.
The pain in my eye doesn’t even register until I open my camera and see it: red, bloody, and already starting to swell. I’m tearing up, and I can’t tell if it’s from the pain or from the disaster that is tonight. I need to go home, but there’s no way I’m going back inside to get my roommate, and she definitely won’t see if I text or call her. I could Uber, but I’m terrified of Ubering alone, especially in Los Angeles at 11 PM. I don’t want to bother Nick and Chris while they’re out, even though I know they would drop everything to get me. 
A pit in my stomach rises as I click Matt’s contact name and text him.
are you up? kind of in a situation here and need a ride
Bruh
Call someone else
i wouldn’t ask unless i really needed help
please
I hate how desperate I sound, especially to him, but I’m cold and scared and in pain, so at this point I really don’t care.
Jesus fine where are u
I send him my location and wait. He pulls up ten minutes later, and I do my best to hide my tear stained and bloody face as I get in the car.
“Thank you so much,” I tell him, trying to control my shaky voice. “I’m really sorry, I just–”
“Are you okay?” he asks. I’m barely looking at him, but I can feel him staring at me. 
“Yeah, why?”
He turns my face towards him with his thumb. His eyes widen when he sees my eye, which definitely looks worse than it did 10 minutes ago. “Dude! What the fuck happened???” 
“Nothing, I’m fine,” I tell him, my eyes starting to well up again. 
“You’re not fine. What happened? Who did this to you?”
“Nobody did anything, I swear. Two guys were just fighting and I couldn’t move fast enough and I got hit. It’s my fault, but I’m fine. It doesn’t even hurt,” I explain unconvincingly as I start to cry. 
“If it doesn’t hurt, why are you crying?”
“Because I just wanna go home, Matt! Can you just take me home?” I sob.
“Okay, okay,” he says gently as he switches gears to drive. “Can I take you to my house? We need to clean up that eye.”
I nod and look out the window as he drives us home. He is the absolute last person I want to see in this state. I know he’s going to use this against me in a few days and he’s never going to let me live it down. 
When we get to the triplets’ house, I make a beeline for Matt’s bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. 
“Oh my god,” I mumble. I look awful. My eye is completely swollen and it’s turning purple. I have a gash in my cheek. “Why the fuck did I go out tonight?” I say as Matt walks in behind me. “I have to go to work looking like this! I’m not gonna make any tips! People are gonna throw up looking at me!”
“Okay, calm down,” he tells me. “Sit on the toilet. I’m gonna clean it and get you some ice and then you can just chill here, okay?”
I nod and sit down on the toilet lid as he gets a cotton ball and some hydrogen peroxide. He tilts my chin up to look at him. “Little sting,” he mumbles. I scrunch my face at the feeling of the peroxide on the cut. “I know, I’m sorry, almost done.”
He dabs the cut a few times and throws the cotton ball out. “Come on,” he says, motioning me to get up. “Go lay down and I’ll get ice.”
I silently oblige and lay on his bed, giving him a small smile when he returns with some ice chunks in a ziplock bag covered in a paper towel. 
“It’s the best I could do,” he says when he hands it to me. “We don’t have any actual ice packs.”
“It’s great, thank you.”
He lays down next to me and turns on the TV. I’m not even paying attention. All I can think about is trying not to ask the one thing I desperately want to know. I almost keep myself from saying it, until it just comes out of my mouth like word vomit.
“Why don’t you like me?”
He looks at me, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. “What?”
I immediately regret everything, but I ask again. “Why don’t you like me? I mean, Nick and Chris both like me, so I would assume you would too, but like… did I do something to you?”
He sits up and turns the TV off. “I dropped everything tonight to come save you from a bar. Why don’t you think I like you?”
“You’re just so mean to me. You have been since the day we met. And I don’t understand what I did to deserve that. If you don’t like me, that’s fine, I just want to know why.”
He doesn’t say anything for a moment. “I do like you. I never meant to make it seem like I don’t, I thought we were just playing around. Like friends tease each other, ya know?”
“Well yeah, but… you’ve never done anything to make me think we’re friends, so…”
“I’m sorry,” he says. He opens his mouth like he’s going to say something else, but then closes it.
“What?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “Nothin. Do you want to stay here tonight? I can get you something to change into.”
“Oh,” I reply, completely taken aback by this. “Yeah… yeah, that would be nice. Thank you.”
He offers me a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt which I take into the bathroom and change into, discarding the ice pack in the process. I take another look in the mirror and sigh.
“God, I look fucking disgusting,” I say when I climb back into his bed.
“You look beautiful,” he says so quietly I have to double check if I even heard him correctly.
“Don’t tell me that just because you feel bad for me.”
“I’m not.” He turns on his side to face me. “You are beautiful.”
“Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?”
His eyes are moving between my eyes and my lips. I’m starting to put the pieces together, and it’s terrifying. 
“Because I’m tired of pushing my feelings down and making it your problem,” he says. I don’t say anything, I just give him time to explain. “I didn’t want to like you because you were Nick and Chris’ friend first, and I didn’t want to ruin anything. I thought being a dick would make my feelings go away. It didn’t.”
“I like you, Matt,” I whisper. “I have since I first met you. It made me so sad to think that you didn’t like me. And I’m sorry I’ve also been mean to you.”
“Don’t be sorry, I deserved it,” he says. “Do you still hurt?”
I shake my head. “Not really.”
“Good,” he says before lightly holding my cheek and pressing a soft kiss to my lips. I freeze for a moment, not fully processing what’s happening, and then I hold his wrist and kiss him back, our lips moving perfectly together.
It’s clear that neither of us have any intention of taking it further tonight. We continue to kiss for just a couple minutes until we separate, doing nothing but staring into each others’ eyes. 
“Goodnight, Matt,” I say.
“Goodnight.”
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roosterforme · 2 years ago
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You Want Me Anyway | Rooster x Reader
Summary: Bradley wasn't your boyfriend. He didn't owe you anything. But after months of hooking up, you expected more from him than what you were getting. It was time for you to move on. But Bradley has other ideas.
Warnings: Fluff, smut, angst and swearing
Length: 1500 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader
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You and Bradley were by no means official. But you had been hoping you were at least exclusive. For months you had been trying to have the conversation with him, trying to define the relationship, but he just brushed you off. 
And now you knew why. Because tonight at the bar while you were surrounded by your friends, you were forced to watch Bradley flirt with some girl in a mini skirt who boldly bought him a beer and had her hand planted on his chest. He was eating it up, leaving you to silently stew in your anger, because nobody even knew he spent most nights tangled up in bed with you. This girl was laughing hysterically at everything he was saying, and you'd simply had enough. 
It was time you forgot about Rooster Bradshaw. You didn't need to keep letting him string you along with his vague answers and half truths. There was no way you'd let him think you needed his attention exclusively if he was going to spread his around. 
Recently you found that Hangman was good for a few things: the occasional laugh, keeping you on your toes in the air, and tons of flirtation. 
"Hey, Hangman. Teach me how to play darts," you called out to him, and a second later he was guiding you toward the dartboard with his arm draped across your shoulders.
"I thought you'd never ask, Sweetness," he drawled, his lips close to your ear. "You're about to learn from the best."
You couldn't help but laugh at how cocky he was. "Is that so?"
"You thought I was only good in the air? I'm good everywhere. Here, stand like this," he told you, guiding you into place with his hands on your hips. Soon you were throwing darts with his help, nearly hitting the bullseye a few times. "You're a natural," he whispered, letting his hand glide up to rest on your shoulder. "You want a drink?"
"Please," you told him, and when he went to the bar, your eyes caught on Bradley. His cheeks were beet red, and he looked fuming mad.
"What the fuck is that?" he asked when he approached. His voice was low and harsh as he got in your personal space.
You shrugged. "Just hanging out with Jake."
Bradley scoffed. "Okay, well Jake can just keep his hands off you!"
"Why should he?" you asked, keeping your expression completely neutral. 
Bradley's eyes narrowed to slits. "Because you're with me."
You laughed in his face. "Really? I had no idea. You seem to like flirting with other girls more than talking about-" His mouth met yours in a rough kiss. Right in the middle of the Hard Deck. 
"No, you're with me," he growled again, gripping the back of your neck and kissing your lips and your jaw and your ear. "Say good night to Jake. I'm taking you home."
But you didn't say good night to anyone. You just tripped along next to Bradley as he guided you toward the exit. "What's gotten into you?" you asked him once you were outside. 
But he didn't answer you. In fact, he didn't say anything as he picked you up and carried you to his Bronco and drove to his house while you complained the whole way. "This is ridiculous. You can't just suddenly decide that you're in charge of what I do!" 
But you were just met with more silence.
"Bradley," you finally said, caving and talking first once you were in his bedroom. 
He took your chin between his thumb and index finger, tipping your face up to look at him. He kissed your lips softly, brushing his mustache across your skin. "You're mine. Don't flirt with Jake. Don't flirt with anyone. You're with me."
You moaned at his words. "And just what do you think you were doing tonight, Bradley? You don't get to have a different set of rules for yourself."
He kissed you again. "I won't. Not again. Now get in bed, and spread your legs wide."
You watched his brown eyes flash with something exciting as you peeled your clothes off and climbed in his bed. But you quickly learned that what he had in mind wasn't going to be as pleasant as you originally thought. 
At first, his mouth on your pussy felt amazing. His tongue felt possessive, like he was claiming you. But then when you were so close to the edge, he stopped cold and eased away from your body.
"What happened?" you gasped, panting as a sheen of sweat crept along your neck and chest.
"Say my name." His voice was harsh, and you clenched around nothing.
"B-Bradley."
"Louder."
"Bradley! Please, Bradley!"
Then his fingers were inside you and his lips were on your breasts, and you ran your hands up and down his neck. He was being possessive, and you loved it. This is what your body was craving from him. But just when you were close again, he released you. 
"Fuck!" you gasped.
"Say it."
You swallowed hard, head tipped back in frustration as tears filled your eyes. "I'm yours, Bradley!"
Then he was filling you with his dick, and you felt perfect for a few moments as he pinned your hips down and moved so slowly. You could feel everything, each tiny thrust and every twitch of his cock. But he was making sure you knew he was in control, because he never went faster. He worked you up until you were a panting, gasping mess beneath him. Every vein in his neck was on display, and you wanted to cum so badly. Your legs were shaking, back arching off the bed as he stroked your sweet spot with expertise. 
 But as he brought you to the edge again, he seemed to reluctantly pull out. Then he growled, "Don't even think about cumming yet," next to your ear, and you cried out in frustration as he rubbed his tip across your clit. You watched him straddle your thighs as he smirked down at you, and he grabbed his cock while you gasped for air.
You watched him jerk off as you bit your knuckle in frustration, thrusting yourself up against him to try to get some more friction against your clit. Within a minute, Bradley was coating your pussy, belly and chest with his cum. Marking you. Then he dipped his fingers in the mess and held it up to your lips. He fed you his cum while you whined and begged him. "Please?" you gasped, after cleaning his fingers for the fourth time and rubbing yourself against his balls.
He pressed his lips to your ear as he dipped his sticky fingers in your mouth one more time. "You think Jake can take care of you like I can? You think anyone else can?"
You shook your head and mumbled, "No," around his fingers. 
"That's right. Now who's about to make you cum?"
"Bradley!"
Finally he removed his fingers from your mouth and eased them through his cum and down to your pussy. He fucked you with his fingers and teased you with his tongue until you were hiccuping with relief as your orgasm quickly washed over you. 
"That's my good girl," he crooned, running his mustache through your wetness and pressing his nose to your clit while your body shook for him. "So good. Don't forget who you're with now." He kept stimulating you until you had some tears falling from your eyes, but his lips were so gentle now as he worshipped your pussy.
You started to sit up as you whispered his name, and Bradley's eyes were on yours. He kissed you, and you moaned at the taste of yourself on his lips and mustache. He eased you back again, the mess of his drying cum rubbing between your bodies as you held him close.
"What made you change your mind all of a sudden?" you asked as his lips migrated to your jaw. 
"I didn't change my mind all of a sudden. I've wanted to be exclusive for weeks, and start calling you my girlfriend."
Your eyes drifted closed at the word girlfriend uttered in his raspy voice. "Then why were you flirting with that girl? And avoiding my conversations?" you asked, taking his face between your hands.
He looked at you with his big, brown eyes and smiled. "Because I know you're too good for me, but I want you anyway."
You bit your lip and smiled at the ceiling. "I'm way too good for you."
"But you want me anyway," he supplied, making you giggle as he kissed your ear. Then he scooped you up and headed for the bathroom while he asked you to start referring to him as your boyfriend. "I made a mess, and I'll clean it up."  
You weren't sure if he was talking about coating you in his cum or talking about your relationship, but either way, he was going to take care of it.
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roses-r-rosie3 · 1 year ago
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Love Is Embarrassing
Conner Kent x M!Reader
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Warnings: Angst, swearing, cheating, jealous!Conner
Summary: The reader falls for someone quickly and proclaims his love to his friends (including Connor), and Connor can’t help but to feel a bit jealous of the guy, but the reader ends up having his heartbroken by the person he thought was "the one”. And while Connor is comforting the reader, he ends up confessing his feelings.
A/n: Sorry if this feels rushed, I don’t really know how to do the “Barista and Customer” plot
Quote: “Don’t worry about it y/n, anyone would be lucky to have you. If him or his parents can’t see that then they don’t deserve you”
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You and the rest of the members of the young justice were hanging out in the kitchen area after you were done training for the day and you asked them if they wanted anything from your favorite coffee place. You asked them to text you what they wanted before you left.
When you got there, you noticed that there was a new worker there, and he was really cute. When it was your turn to order, the two of you immediately made eye contact, which caused you to blush really hard.
“May I take your order?” The guy smiled.
“Oh uh- yeah, sorry, can I get (some random coffee order)” you stuttered.
“Of course! Can I get a name for that?” The guy asked.
“Y/n”
“That’s a beautiful name, mine is Carlos” the guy smirked.
You felt yourself burning up, no way that this hot barista was flirting with you! Soon enough, your order was called and you came up and grabbed your drinks, and they guy gave you one last wink before you left the store. Everyone noticed how happy you were as soon as you walked into the cave.
“You guys would never guess what happened!” You beamed as you placed the drinks down on the table.
Everyone eagerly grabbed their drinks and listened to your story.
“So, when I was getting the drinks, there was a cute barista there and…”
Conner twitched when he heard that. He’s liked you for while, and hearing you describe how cute the guy was made his heart hurt, but he decided to keep listening.
“He asked me for the name of the order, and when I gave him my name he said it was a beautiful name! Oh! And he gave me a wink when I left!” You gleamed.
“Yeah, and it looks like he likes you so much that he gave you his number too” Artemis smiled as she pointed at the cup that Conner was drinking.
Conner nearly choked, and he quickly checked the cup to see that Artemis wasn’t lying. He was livid, he couldn’t take it, his heart couldn’t take it, so he slammed the cup onto the table and left the room, leaving everyone sitting there in silence and confusion. You quickly got up from the sofa followed him.
“Conner? Are you okay? Did I say something to offend you?” You asked as Conner walked further down the hall.
Conner tried his best to avoid you, turning corners, picking up his pace, and even running at one point, but you were consistent. As you finally caught up to him, you asked him once again.
“Conner can you please tell me what I did wro-”
“CAN YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!” Conner yelled as he quickly went inside his room and slammed the door.
You were left there confused and a little heartbroken, why would he act like this? Did you do something wrong? You sighed before you walked back to the lounge area where everyone still sat.
“What’s up with him?” Wally asked.
“I don’t know” you sighed.
Fast forward a few months, and you and Carlos have been dating 2 months. You constantly talked about him to everyone, telling everyone how good of a boyfriend he was. Conner was heartbroken, it should’ve been him that you were talking about! What did that Carlos guy have that he didn’t!
You were currently talking about how has asked you to meet his parents that day and you wanted everyone to help you look your best. As much as Conner was jealous of Carlos, he still wanted you to be happy. But all of a sudden he heard a knock on his door. When he opened it, it was you.
“Hey Con.. I know you aren’t the biggest fan of Carlos.. but I just need your advice on some stuff. I just… I don’t know.. I love him but I’m already meeting his parents after such a short amount of time. What if his parents think I’m not good enough for him, what if he thinks I’m not good enough” you sighed.
“Don’t worry about it y/n, anyone would be lucky to have you. If him or his parents can’t see that then they don’t deserve you” Conner reassured.
“Thank you so much Conner, I needed that” you said as you pulled Conner in for a hug.
The hug was warm, Conner took in the scent of your cologne as he hugged you, he never wanted to let go of you, he wanted you to be his. After you were done hugging him, you said goodbye to him before leaving his room to say goodbye to everyone else.
After you left Conner immediately broke down. Why? Why would fate do this to him? You meant everything to him. He wanted you to be his. Why did you go to the coffee shop that day? What if you didn’t go to that day? Would he have ended up with you instead of Carlos? In the middle of his breakdown, Conner heard another knock on his door.
“Come in” Conner said as he cleared his throat and wiped his tears from his face.
When the door opened, a figure stood there, it was M’gann.
“What are you doing here?” Conner asked.
“I know how you feel for y/n, I know how you feel about him dating Carlos, and I also heard you crying” M’gann confessed.
“W-what do you mean? I wasn’t crying. I’m very happy for y/n and Carlos. I hope they’re happy” Conner lied.
“I can tell from the tone of your voice that you’re lying, and I can read minds” M’gann said.
“Why?! Why did y/n have to end up with him! It should’ve been me! I wish y/n never went to that damn coffee shop that day!” Conner sobbed as M’Gann tried to comfort him.
You were waiting for hours, parked outside of Carlos’s apartment to pick him up. You tried calling him countless times. At first, you just thought maybe he was getting ready but it was well passed the time you agreed to go meet his parents at. So you got out of your car and used the spare key he gave you for emergencies only.
When you walked inside, it was silent at first. Oh no! What if he drove there himself and now he’s just waiting for you! But that wouldn’t even be possible since you saw his car in the parking lot. As you got closer to his room, you started to hear noises, like banging sounds.
What if he’s cheating on you… no.. you can’t think that way! As you got closer and closer to the door, your heart started to beat faster and faster. When you finally opened the door, you saw him on top of another guy. You stood there in shock, you didn’t know what to say.
The guy who you thought was the love of your life, the guy who you thought you would get married to, he was in bed with someone else! It didn’t take long until Carlos realized you were in the room.
“Y/n! I can explain! This isn’t what it looks like!” He explained.
Tears started to build up in your eyes, all the memories of you and him flooding through your head. You started to sob before you walked back to your car. Carlos chased after you, trying to catch up to you. You were at the door of your car, and then you felt a hand grab your arms.
“Baby please, I love you more than anything! Please! Just let me explain!” Carlos pleaded.
“Explain what?! That you didn’t mean to cheat on me! I was supposed to meet your parents today! I was so anxious to meet your parents! I got ready the whole day just to impress them!” You cried.
“I’m so sorry y/n just give me another chance!” Carlos begged.
“Let go of me, I’m going home” you said coldly.
“Fine then! Go! I was only using you anyway! I never even loved you! That guy was better in bed than you could ever be!” Carlos yelled.
Your heart broke when you heard those words come out of his mouth, but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing your reaction, so you drove off. When you finally arrived back inside the cave, everyone saw your puffed eyes, and they immediately tried to ask you what went wrong but you ignored them and went straight to your room.
Everyone was worried for you, especially Conner. What did that Carlos guy or his family do to you that made you that sad?
“I’ll check up on him” Conner said before he headed to your room.
Conner knocked on your door before opening it.
“Go away” you said as you tried to wipe your tears.
“You don’t need to tell me what happened if you don’t want to y/n” Conner said as he tried comforting you.
You sobbed into Conner’s chest, soaking his shirt with your tears.
“He cheated on me” you sobbed.
WHAT?! That Carlos guy better pray that Conner doesn’t ever see him.
“I’m so sorry y/n” Conner said as you sobbed.
“He said that he was only using me and that he didn’t love me! What did I do wrong? I wasn’t good enough for him. I don’t deserve hi-”
“NO! I won’t do this anymore! Y/n L/n I will not just sit here and listen to you bad talk yourself! You’re perfect in any and every way! Any guy would be the luckiest guy in the world to be with you! You’re nice, you’re caring, you’re handsome, and you put everyone else before you! You’re perfect! That’s why I fell in love with you!” Conner blurted out before pulling you in for a kiss.
The kiss was slow and sweet. Conner’s hands were around your head and body, pulling you closer to him, while he caressed your cheek. When the two of you finally broke the kiss, you looked into each other’s eyes. You once thought of Conner as just a good friend, but now you see him as the love of your life.
“Would you want to be my boyfriend y/n?” Conner asked.
“Of course” you smiled before pulling him in for another kiss.
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p1nkshield · 2 years ago
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Greetings and welcome to Chapter Seven!
Bruce kept checking and rechecking the security footage. One moment his son and the surprise guest were talking in the cave and the next a rift opens up pulling them both through.
“Hn”
Not good.
“Barbara.”
Bruce decided to call in the big guns on this one.
“Hello Bruce, I would say it’s nice to hear from you but considering this is the emergency line I'm concerned. What’s up?"
"Jason is missing."
Bruce let words fall out of his mouth quickly. He didn’t want to make his worries so apparent. He didn’t want to lose his composure. Losing his composure could cause mistakes in his detective work.
Bruce could hear the first few questions that Barbara posed.
"What do mean he's missing? Like he's left the manor? I can try to track him if you want."
Bruce nodded.
Of course he put an inter-dimensional tracker into the comms he gave to all of his children. This was exactly why.
Bruce rechecked the security footage.
For once Jason was actually wearing his.
good.
All the while Barbara was entering something into the computer on her end.
"I'm not getting anything for Jason's location..."
Bruce was truly concerned now.
He needed a lead to latch onto. Something he can focus on to keep his mind from wandering to extreme conclusions. Bruce then reviewed the audio recording from his cameras.
"Take us to Frostbite!"
"Wait!"
Frostbite? Was that a place or a person? Where have they gone that his tracker was out of range? Was it out of range or was it broken?
"You called me before listening to the audio from the security cam?"
"..."
Barbara decided not to press the matter.
"We have a lead, but I'm not really equipped to follow it. The only thing coming up for "Frostbite" is the medical condition and Icicle Jr.'s really sub par band"
Bruce's worry mixed with reluctance.
"Constantine."
"What is this now! Two calls from spooky the bat this year? I'm just tapping my toes with joy. What cataclysmic event do you have for me?"
Jason felt as though he had accidentally caught Superman's cape with his grappling hook.
He wrenched his eyes shut as he hurtled through space via map. Danny on the other hand was enjoying every moment of the journey, grinning as they flew to their destination.
Jason found himself face down among ice, snow and glaciers.
"Great One! It is good to see you, and you've returned the infinimap! You are truly full of surprises."
Jason managed to dislodge his face from the snow bank in time to see Danny being clapped jovially on the back by an eight foot tall yeti.
He could only blink.
"Who is this new guest you've brought with you?"
Jason was then scruffed like a kitten, placed on his feet and had the snow gently dusted off of his head by an eight foot tall yeti.
"That's Jason. He's cool, I promise. I was wondering if you could give us both a check up though. If you haven’t noticed yet he doesn't have a core yet and I'm tinier than usual."
Frostbite looked appraisingly between both Danny and Jason.
"And here I was about to applaud you on finally mastering shapeshifting! No matter, a friend to the savior of the infinite realms is a friend of mine. Follow me! You both shall receive the best care we can offer!"
Jason shuffled through the snow, following an eight foot tall yeti.
Said eight foot tall yeti managed to make Jason feel surprisingly comfortable in his presence. That is until he came to his diagnosis.
"Let me get this straight. I'm basically an infant, I’m ectoplasmicly malnourished, and I will eventually have powers?"
"Essentially, yes."
Danny snickered from a distance.
Jason really missed being a regular old zombie.
"What if I told you that I do not believe you?"
Frostbite mirthfully chuckled.
"If that were true I would ask you why you survived drinking ectoplasm."
Jason conceded.
"Ya got me there."
"That I do!"
Frostbite then addressed Danny
"Great One, I must admit this is not the safest place for either of you to heal and grow respectively. It has come to my attention that your parents are accepting payment in order for a certain Organization to have access to the portal."
Danny quietly processed the information, looking far too profoundly tired than any child should.
"How can I help?"
Frostbite carried two large tanks into the center of the room.
"Rest, heal and allow yourself to delegate tasks amongst your subjects."
Frostbite then knelt down to Danny's level and placed a large paw on his shoulder.
"We will be fine here Danny."
He then got up and lifted the two tanks.
"You both need to have a good supply of ectoplasm where you are staying. I think one of these will be enough for both you to reach a point where your cores are properly formed or reformed."
Frostbite carried the two tanks to out to the second most interesting individual Jason has met today.
"Wulf!"
Danny apparently knew this werewolf enough to greet him happily.
"Wulf, if you would be so inclined, can you open a portal to the dimension this young man is from?"
This Wulf as Jason has now gleaned sniffed him aggressively then nodded.
This is totally normal and fine.
Wulf then used his claws and ripped a portal out of thin air into the batcave.
Great.
Danny traipsed through the portal as if it was a door. Jason decided to help Frostbite push the tanks through the portal to feel some semblance of knowing what is happening.
Frostbite left them with well wishes as the portal closed.
Jason tried his best to wipe the bewildered look off his face when he realized the batcave was currently occupied.
Bruce had apparently started an entire search party with the rest of his family.
Tim had his detective wall of documents all pinned up.
Damian was arguing about the placement of the string.
Dick was pacing a few yards away from the wall.
Bruce was about to get carpal tunnel with the speed at which he was typing, his monitor was split between a database and a call with Constantine.
That is until the scraping of large metal tanks stopped them all in their tracks.
Jason waved.
"Hey"
He was immediately tackled by his older brother and squeezed into a hug.
"You can't scare us like that Jace!"
Bruce hung up on Constantine and walked towards him.
"Sorry I spooked you I didn’t really have time to leave a note-"
Interrupted, Jason and Dick by proxy was swept into a hug by Bruce.
Bruce let go.
"Let me know before you travel extra dimensionally."
He then left.
Dick had yet to let go, continuing his fretting.
"You just disappeared! None of use could find you! Never ever do that to me again. I swear you’re going to make me go bald with stress! Do you want me to look like Lex?"
Jason managed to get out of the vice grip Dick had on him.
"I'm sorry, okay? I go to the ghost doctor once and everyone thinks I've been kidnaped!"
Tim piped up
"To be fair it did look a lot like you got kidnaped by an inter dimensional map"
Dick managed to look even more worried.
"What do you mean a ghost doctor!?"
Jason shrugged.
"Exactly what I said. Found out I'm a baby ghost."
"A baby half ghost! Wellcome to the club, you are one of very few halfas in existence."
Jason took that information in
"What he said."
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sparrowrye · 2 months ago
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Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, Act 3 part 18
Synopsis: Alastor disappeared for 8 years, leaving you confused, crushed, and angry. You spent those years building up your new self and protecting the haven from dangers left and right. What will happen when he returns to the new changes? Will he return anytime soon? Could you even go back to the way things were?
Previous Part
Part 18: the prelude
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"Alastor..."
Alastor dipped his head as he cut through the library to the kitchen. He locked eyes with mine half a second before they scanned the form my body was currently taking: legs more than shoulder width apart, hand grasping the counter, and other hand holding my stomach. On the floor was a glistening of water between my feet.
"My water just broke..."
His shadow was in Althea's room in a moment's notice. The healer was forced to give her task to her assistant so she could sprint up the hill. She met us trying to walk down the porch stairs. My hand was on my stomach from the contractions. Sweat was already coating my head as we walked down the makeshift wooden staircase on the cliff. Alastor kept insisting I let him carry me but I refused. I was doing this myself. That went out my mind halfway down the stairs.
His tentacles were careful as he carried me the rest of the way down. We passed the decoy cavern, Alastor making sure to light the lantern, and walked up a stone path. The cave I had carved out and prepared was small and narrow. Easy to defend. A small chute had been carved out in the back corner if anyone needed an escape. I wouldn't fit until I gave birth.
A small pool had been dug in the floor and filled with water. Alastor used magic to make it lukewarm and lowered me down. My clothes disappeared save for something to cover my top half. A carpet had been draped directly on the edge of the pool and little carved pieces of wood when I needed to grip something. Anything softer wouldn't survive my claws and teeth.
Alastor's magic was unable to soothe my fear of what was about to happen.
Vivian and Vilcin arrived by Alastor's shadow. They immediately kneeled beside Alastor who was allowing me to grasp his hand as tightly as possible. Althea was standing beside me in the water, sleeves rolled up. Now...the hard part.
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Hours passed with nothing but pain. Alastor was trying his best to distract me, to give me something to focus on, but nothing helped. I was so tired and I hadn't even given birth yet. Alastor kept asking if I wanted his energy but I declined, waiting instead to use it for when I actually needed to give birth. I was tired, hot, uncomfortable, and in so much pain.
Vilcin had a basket of my favorite snacks, food, and drinks at the ready for afterwards. The treat was alluring and helped when I occasionally glanced at it behind my owl friend. They had been sending me their guinea pig recipes and plenty of my favorite sugary sweets ever since Alastor disappeared.
Vivian and I never had much time to talk. She was always on call during the school hours--being the head of our education system--and I was always busy defending the city or parenting the two rug-rats I called my children. After giving birth, I think I preferred having children unrelated to me.
My cries from pain echoed loudly off the walls. A boulder had been put in place to keep anyone from entering and to keep my howls from reaching curious ears. According to our sources, people still didn't know that I was pregnant--defenseless. I felt guilty for the ear piercing cries my friends were suffering from but one utter of an apology was silenced by Alastor. He was using magic to subdue my screaming. I was grateful because I could never imagine having anyone other than Althea, Vivian, Vilcin, and Alastor with me for this.
I was positioned in a frog-like position in the water. My elbows were on the carpet and grasping onto Alastor's red claws and a single piece of wood. We had planned it all. Once I started to actually give birth, Alastor would lift me up so I was standing on my own two feet. Gravity would help take the baby the rest of the way.
Something loud and something big shook the earth. Alastor and I locked eyes. Something wasn't right. Something was here. Something was here for me. For my baby.
People screaming and running crashed through my mind like a huge wave. The people were in danger. Something was attacking our city. Someone had gotten inside our city. Families were dying on the streets and loved ones cried for them.
Alastor gripped my shoulders but I couldn't pull myself out of it. Their pain was as evident as mine, their cries as loud as mine. I climbed my way back through our connection and gripped his arm. I met his eyes. "Go."
"You're mad. I will not--"
"People are dying, Alastor."
"You think I care? You are the most important thing right now."
"Charlie can't handle what's happening," I yelled.
"She's the princess of Hell."
"She's Charlie." I turned my claws on his sleeve. "They're looking for me. If you don't distract them, they will find me."
His eyes looked me over. I knew I was asking something hard of him. I could hear his thoughts. I was right. And he knew it. He had to give up this moment to save the city so he could in turn save me. I could feel the sadness and anger building as quickly as a summer storm.
"Please, Alastor. I'll be fine. I've got them." I nodded to my friends and they returned the sentiment.
He let out an angry, animal-like growl that contrasted the softness of his kiss on my forehead. The ground shook again. "I will bring a head on a platter as a gift." The pain briefly disappeared as I laughed. So long as we had Charlie and Alastor together, they stood a chance against an Angel. We would likely have Lucifer to help soon.
Alastor's shadow engulfed his form and whisked him off to battle. Our minds remained as separate as we could make them to allow each other space to focus on our own tasks.
Contraction after contraction rocked through my body. I was just so tired and ready to be done. Why couldn't I just give birth and be over? Why did it have to take so long? Why did it have to be so painful?
I gripped the carpet and shifted my sitting position. Vivian kept rubbing circles on my back while Althea held a pan nearby for when I got sick. I had had so many conversations with my friends in an effort to lessen the embarrassment of giving birth. All kinds of things were coming out of my body but they didn't once wrinkle their nose in disgust. They pitied me, sure, but I'd take that over disgust.
A cold presence came uncomfortably too close.
I opened my eyes to see a figure slipping past the boulder. I growled and pushed myself to my knees. The others turned and immediately stepped in front of me, blocking my view. I didn't have to wait long to see him.
I heard the horrible, sickening sound of flesh being stabbed and blood spattering on stone. I didn't hear my own screams as Vilcin's body fell into the wall. They rolled awkwardly to the ground and remained there, lifeless. Vivian slid beside them, desperately trying to roll them over and stop the bleeding. It was useless, though, as I felt Vilcin's spirit unraveling from their body.
Althea still stood in front of me. Her eyes jumped between her friend and the man who had murdered them. She withdrew a knife from her sleeve and took a step back to stand closer to me.
"Who are you?" she demanded, ears pinned back and canines on full display. Tears streamed down her face.
"Don't recognize The Butcher?" the man's voice echoed off the cave walls. I leaned around Althea's foot to observe him. He was wearing a bright white uniform with gold trimming. His skin was an ash grey and made his red eyes glow brighter. His long, wavy brown hair matched his short facial hair.
"I know who you are," I rasped. Althea shifted to reveal more of my disheveled state. My claws dug into the carpet, barely containing my anger. "You're Vox's champion." I vaguely remembered Vox mentioning his champion had suddenly disappeared. Well, I found him.
"I thought a ring fighter might recognize me." He planted his hands on his hips.
"Ex-fighter," I corrected after another contraction. "You have sixty seconds to tell me what you want?"
"Or else?"
"Or else I'm repaying the favor. Vilcin would love to see me rip out your—" Another contraction cut me off. I pressed my cheek into the carpet to keep him in my sights. Can this baby just hurry up?
"How close is she to giving birth?" the man asked Althea.
"I'm ready to take your life in exchange for Vilcin's," the healer hissed, pointing the knife directly at his chest. He still stood at the end of the tunnel, hands behind his back. His bloodied weapon must be in his hands. He was a hit and run type of fighter.
"The real name is John." The man bowed briefly. "And I'm here to murder your child."
Everyone snarled at him. Vivian abandoned our friend's body to stand beside Althea, shielding me. I could feel Vilcin's soul swim around my body before melting with my mind. I separated them from the other souls in a special, safe place. The grief lessened—however slightly—now that I had their soul safe in my own hands.
I pushed myself to my feet, teeth bared. My magic remained locked away on orders from Althea. I couldn't risk anything with the birth so magic was strictly forbidden during the process. Now, I may need to risk it.
"I've killed so many souls, but you know," John took a few steps in, "none of them will ever be as satisfying as this. I kill a new soul, the Dragon Demon, and the Radio Demon. All of Heaven's problems will be solved by none other than me. A single hand."
"Why work for Heaven?" Vivian demanded. Her lamb hooves tapped on the stone floor as she frequently shifted her weight.
"You're an Angel," I answered for him. I knew an Angel's 'soul' when I saw it. He gave an ugly smile.
"Heaven isn't what people think and down here it's so much better." The way he said it, the tone I managed to pick up, made it sound sad; almost tragic.
"So why work for them?" Vivian asked again.
The conversation was giving me enough time to rack my memory of my research. When I first learned about Vox's champion, I naturally tried to do my own research on the fighter. It had yielded almost nothing. He appeared one day and has been through various fights for years. His style of fighting was a hit, retreat, hit, retreat type. It was the most annoying one I ever had to fight.
"They tried to quite literally erase one of their own and now they're asking for my help. I have all of Heaven on their knees begging me to kill you."
"You're talking too much." The voice came from John but it wasn't his—it was much deeper and more raspy, as if it was painful to speak.
"My apologies, I know I can go on, sometimes." John's normal voice came back. Althea and Vivian exchanged looks.
Then he moved.
Vivian slammed her fist over his arm but his other one came from behind his back. He stabbed a knife in her hip and she screamed. The force threw her legs out from underneath and landed her hard on her shoulder.
He turned for Althea. Her hand grazed his shoulder and he let out an ear piercing yell. He dropped to his knees half a second before scrambling away. Althea took the retreat to heal Vivian. She shoved one of the wood biters into her mouth before withdrawing the knife and starting the process. Vivian and I screamed together from different pains.
Blood. Tears. Screams. Cries. Death.
John looked at his shoulder, shocked to see a lack of blood staining his white uniform. His appearance briefly changed in the blink of an eye. I saw shorter hair and a more disheveled version of John. Then he was back. Something wasn't right here. It was like a mirage of some kind, never fully here but never truly gone.
"Nice trick," John said after our screams had abated. He put his hurt arm up and slammed his weight into the wall. He was trying to pop his shoulder back in place.
"Don't bother," Althea laughed. She helped Vivian back to their original positions in front of me. The teacher looked worn but angry. "Your muscles are torn and you won't be holding anything any time soon."
Testing her words, he found himself unable to move his fingers. I reached under Vivian's feet to grab his lost, bloodied knife.
A little magic couldn't hurt right?
"I've had worse injuries, sweetheart." The term came from his opposite voice.
"What's wrong with you?" Althea's disgusted tone made me feel embarrassed for him.
"A little bloody thirsty," he replied. "Surely you can relate to that, Demi-Demon."
I threw my hand out and watched the knife hit his knee with magic-preciseness. The sound and his scream made me grimace. Even Vivian and Althea turned their heads. Alastor was no longer the only person on Heaven's radar. And my ethnicity wasn't a secret. Heaven was trying to prevent a child being born from an Overlord Demon and a half Angel.
Blinding white pain struck my chest. I fell under a breath holding spell as the pain spread to my lungs and into my shoulders. I couldn't see anything. There was only the empty whiteness and horrible pain.
Air was forced into my lungs. It felt like it traveled through my head and nearly caused my head to explode. I breathed the air out then sucked in my own. My heaves were half whines as I grasped my chest. Althea was talking but I couldn't understand her.
The pain was gradually fading away. Tears fell down my cheeks and I pressed my face into Althea's sleeve. Vivian rubbed my back with reassuring phrases. I sobbed for a reason I couldn't understand.
It wasn't until a contraction stopped my crying that I was able to read what had not happened.
"He's hurt." I grabbed Vivian's arm. "He's...he got hurt really bad."
"But he's alive," she told me. "Otherwise you'd be dead."
I let go of her and leaned on the carpet again. She was right. Alastor and I shared the same fate. He was alive. But for how long? He needed to come back so either I or Althea could heal him.
But what about the threat? If they nearly killed him, would they come looking for me? Did they know where I was? How much longer did I have? Could Alastor even defend me if they found me?
I yelled from another contraction. Breathing suddenly became very very difficult.
"Lift her up, now!" Althea snapped. Both women grabbed my arms and hoisted me to my feet. I started to scream again. This was all too much. Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop.
"You gotta push, come on. Get it done." Althea was trying hard to encourage me. I wanted Alastor. I wanted him here. Why could nothing ever go right? My eyes peered open to make sure John was still cradling his injured knee.
"I've got him. You focus on the baby," Vivian said in my ear. They were holding half, if not most, of my weight. Tears streamed down my face.
"That mark." His other voice.
I opened my eyes again. This time John looked completely different. His hair was cut back really short, like the kind our guards used, and his white uniform was ruffled and dirty. His eyes were black with red pupils, the complete opposite of John's.
"Shut up!" John slammed his head against the wall and the old appearance returned. I couldn't risk magic again but something felt strange here. Alcine suddenly appeared behind him and covered both feet with a near pitch-black shadow. She was trying to keep him anchored to that spot.
I screamed again. I feared I would break my friends' hands as I pushed through the pain. Their encouragement grew and I took that as a sign. I couldn't feel anything down there anymore and just kept pushing and screaming. Almost there. Almost done.
"You're..." the other voice. I spared a fleeting glance at the man's second appearance. It looked as if a shadowy curtain had been placed. I wasn't using magic but Alcine had conjured a wall for privacy. She must work like Alastor's shadow. It felt better with the curtain up.
My wings sprouted and jammed into the rock wall. My screams melded into an animalistic howl. I heard splashing sounds a moment before the heavy pain disappeared nearly all the way. A high pitched cry reached my ears.
"You did it! You did it." Althea lifted the newborn so I could see. The thing was all curled up and stretching its limbs out. Its toothless mouth hung wide open to air out its cries. "It's a baby girl."
My sweaty face couldn't stop the smile. She was still attached to me via the umbilical cord and a velvet color soul string.
A contraction pulsed through my body.
"Althea?" My voice shook.
"Hold on." She finished detaching the girl and wrapped her in a nearby blanket. She gave the newborn to Vivian then took her place beside me. Vivian stood with her back to the wall but in front of me so I could still see my newborn and she could watch the enemy. I used the wall as her replacement.
"What's happening?" I was sobbing at this point.
"You're having another."
"Another!?"
"One more time."
"I want to be done!" I cried. My girl—my girl—was crying in Vivian's arm. Wasn't one enough? How did we not know I had twins?
"You can do it. One last time then you're done."
Alastor! I cried, knowing that he couldn't hear me. We were keeping each other out for a reason. I wanted him here. I wanted his support and for him to see our daughter. I wanted to know if he was okay.
"Push!" Althea yelled right in my ear. I snarled at her to shut up and felt the same pressure moving down my stomach. I felt the baby slip out right as Althea bent down to catch it. More stuff plopped into the water as Althea stood. The baby in her arms was silent.
"What's wrong with it?" The lack of pain was replaced with the horror of a silent baby.
Althea grabbed a towel and wiped its face and ears. It had short, small, flexible little ears on the side of its head. It's nose was a little flat and its body was more than half the size of its sister.
"What's wrong with it?"
Althea flipped the baby over and started rubbing its back. She made small, quick circles over the slickness still covering its skin. Its sister continued to cry in Vivian's arm, her other hand covering her mouth as she looked at the still body.
Fix it. Fix it. Please fix it.
My legs were shaking. I wanted nothing more than to sit down and enjoy my rest. But why wasn't the baby crying? Did I do something wrong? Was it because I used magic?
Magic.
I opened my senses just enough to sense everyone's soul and energy in this cave. The stillborn's soul was faint and stretched out between me and its body. I was careful as I gently ran my fingers along the thread that connected our souls. It felt like I was pulling little strings of hair from my body and watching them float into its little form.
My love.
My head snapped up as Alastor finally connected our minds. I felt the pain in his chest and the bruise in his ego. Most of all, I felt worry. He was on his way back.
"Alastor's coming." I felt dread as soon as I said that. What would happen if he saw the baby lifeless? I couldn't let him see that. I needed to show him two healthy babies and if not, at least a single healthy one like we had been expecting.
"Shit." John dragged himself to the edge of the cave but Alcine had his legs rooted to the stone floor. His knee was still sporting the knife...and it was sticking halfway through the bone.
"You're paying for Vilcin," Vivian said through the curtain.
"Take it easy," Althea told me. The energy had gotten muddled and the strings looked like a knotted mess. I silently cursed myself and leaned all my weight into the wall. Althea helped me kneel in the dirty water so I could rest my upper half on the carpet.
I needed to start the process over. I pulled all the strings back, mushed them together with my energy, then strung them out and slowly sent them to the frozen baby. More tears fell down my cheeks from the sight of it.
Please don't do this to me. After everything? Please move. Please cry.
"Who are you?" Alastor's voice was a blessing and a curse. I dared a glance down the cave to see him towering over a very terrified John. Eyes wide, mouth agape, and hands up in surrender.
"Don't kill him. He has information," I said from behind the curtain. Vivian protested but was quickly silenced when Alastor glanced over his shoulder to take in the state of the cave. His shadow took over for Alcine and the man disappeared.
"Don't come yet!"
Alastor stopped a breath from the curtain. "Why?"
"Because...because I said so. Just...give me a minute."
I should've known he wouldn't listen. He passed through the curtain and it fell away. His eyes found the baby girl in Vivian's arms and the still one in Althea's. Then he looked at me. I could feel excitement, disappointment, and concern all at once.
"What's happening?"
"N-nothing—"
"Shh, let her focus." Althea brought everyone's attention back to the baby. I kept Alastor out of my peripherals as I went on, trying desperately to match the amount of lines to the firstborn's but by half. My hands were shaking as I did the motion. I could feel its body warming up the more soul that reached it. I noticed a small, faint line connecting it with its sister. I wasn't sure what that meant but I let it be.
I touched its smooth, tiny body and carefully—slowly—transferred a small amount of energy through its fingertips. It sucked in air, limbs seizing, then breathed it out through several coughs. Once it stopped coughing, it started to cry.
I let out a sob and dropped my forehead on the carpet. I grabbed at the material and let out an ugly kind of sob. Alastor's hand rested gently on the back of my head as he kneeled beside me. I turned my head to the side and he placed a kiss on my sweat and tear streaked cheek. "You are so talented my love." I noticed he had abandoned his coat and was in a tight, black long sleeve and his usual slacks. Had he purposefully changed for me?
"We need to lay you on your back," Althea gently instructed. "A couple more things then you can rest."
I groaned obnoxiously, earning a chuckle from Alastor. He didn't understand what I had just been through. But I let him pull me out of the water and lay me on my back. Althea positioned my feet on either side so my legs were spread wide.
She handed me the small newborn wrapped in a blanket then Vivian did the same with the firstborn. She messed with the fabric and asked Alastor to remove my shirt. My children's fronts were now touching my chest. I took a deep, soothing breath from the skin to skin contact. I could feel their tiny heartbeats. These were my babies. I had done it.
Completely bare before my friends and my lover—and bringing Vilcin's soul to the front of my mind—I now had to finish the last steps of childbirth. I had to push out the placenta (which I had no idea I needed to do) then I had to let Althea massage everything. The pain wasn't as bad as childbirth but it was pain nonetheless.
I couldn't stop sobbing for so many reasons.
Alastor had positioned himself behind me and let my head fall in his lap. His smile was close-lipped save for a tooth or two poking out. His red eyes were addicting and the way his hair fell around his face made me want to kiss him. He was overly careful as he used his claws to pull away stray hairs from my sweaty face.
I noticed he was sitting more rigid than usual.
Are you okay? I asked.
Why wouldn't I be?
You got hurt.
It's not a bad injury.
I felt it, I said punctually.
I'm sorry I wasn't here.
Say it again.
Say what? His head tilted sideways. Gosh I loved it when he did that.
Say you're sorry. I never hear you say that.
He rolled his eyes then carefully extended a hand to our girls. He eyed me carefully, as if afraid that I would bite off his arm. To be fair, the urge to do so was currently being shoved down. I kept wincing and crying as Althea continued. I just wanted to be done.
Twin girls? he asked. He used the pads of his fingers to rub their foreheads. There was such an obvious size difference between them. Would the smaller one have troubles later on?
I wasn't expecting twins. Are you happy?
Of course I am.
No. Are you happy with girls?
His eyes returned to me. Yes, my dear. I am very happy we have girls.
Whatever Althea did hurt really bad. I stifled a loud yell and bit my lip. Alastor wiped the tears that constantly fell down the sides of my face. This needed to be over and done.
"I'm so proud of you."
My eyes snapped open. Then looked at him. "W...what?"
"I'm proud of you, my love. Not just for giving birth, but for everything you've done."
I'm not sure why but that sent me over the edge. I started to sob and had nothing to shield or wipe my face. My hands remained fastened to my babies as I cried with them.
My love, what's the matter? He said it in a way that told me he knew why I was crying. He continued to wipe away the tears as I cried from making Alastor—the most important person in my life—proud of me. For the first time ever, I had made him proud and I believed it.
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Author's Note:
This was one of the chapters I rewrote so let me know your thoughts!
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hearts4golbach · 7 months ago
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The Night Shift.
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Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.
Chapter 26.
johnnie ❤️: i'll be home in 15
johnnie ❤️: get dressed, we're going out :))
me: what?? uhm okay what should i wear
johnnie ❤️: it's nothing big, just dress casual cutie
me: okayy, i'll see you when you get here x
i scrambled out of bed and started rummaging through my closet. i grabbed my cutest pair of jeans and johnnies favorite shirt of mine, as he told me. i threw on my converse and ran to the bathroom to do quick hair and makeup. as i began brushing though my hair, i dialed tara's number.
it rang three times before her cheerful voice greeted me. "hey, y/n! what's up?"
"johnnie texted me and was like "get dressed, we're going out' and now i'm nervous. what if he takes me to a field and murders me or something?" i joked as i searched through my messy makeup bag.
i could in-vision the eye roll before she responded. "oh, whatever. it's a surprise date! that's so cute, honestly. never thought johnnie would be smart enough to come up with that."
i rolled my eyes, as well. "i suppose. i wonder where we're going. "i pondered aloud. "i'm so nervous." i added with a giggle.
"don't be nervous! it's just johnnie, he's your boyfriend." she emphasized.
"i'll try." i heard the front door open as i finished applying my mascara. "johnnie just got back, i gotta go! i'll keep you updated. wish me luck."
"good luck, even though you don't need it. bye!" she made a smooch noise before hanging up.
i walked out and met johnnie by the front door. he wrapped his arms around me gently and pulled me in for a hug. without letting go, he pulled back and placed a kiss on my lips. "ready to go?"
i nodded quickly. "let's go." his fingers intertwined with mine and we walked out the door. "so, where are we going?"
"it's a surprise." he whined, gripping my hand tighter.
"okay, fine." i caved. butterflies were building up in my stomach. i thought about all of the possible things we could be going to do as i stared out the car window.
we pulled up to a movie theater. the setting looked like something you'd see on pinterest. the sunset acted as a hall to the archaic looking theater. i quickly snapped a photo. i tagged johnnie and posted it to my instagram story.
a bright smile was plastered on johnnies face. "let's go."
i followed him inside as he revealed we were going to see the new ghost busters movie. johnnie has sort of revealed his true nerdy side, nearly fangirling and explaining how excited he was to see the movie with me. i was a huge fan of ghostbusters too, so we were in the same boat.
we bought a large bucket of popcorn, a fountain drink to share, and a few boxes of candy. johnnie and i were giddy, rambling to eachother how we grew up loving ghostbusters and how we hoped the movie wouldn't disappoint.
we had the best seats in the theater with a perfect view of the screen, not too close but not too far from the screen, either. we got situated and draped the blanket johnnie had brought over us. johnnies hand slithered under the blanket and rested on my thigh, making my stomach flip and heat grow between my legs. i wiggled under his touch, earning a smirk from him.
it was hard to keep my attention on the movie. as much as i wanted to focus and enjoy the movie, my mind kept wandering. if his hands kept going farther up.. he knew what i wanted. i wondered if he wanted the same thing. all i wanted in that moment was him and to see everything he was actually capable of. although, i wasn't sure if he knew i was a virgin. i began to worry, getting more anxious by the second. what if he had a problem with me being a virgin, and even then, if i told him, what if that wasn't his intent?
johnnie leaned over and whispered in my ear, "you okay?"
i gave him a weak smile, "yeah."
he turned his whole attention to me, "what's the matter, baby?"
i hesitated, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere between us. "johnnie, i'm a virgin. you know that, right?"
he furrowed his eyebrows. "yeah? what about it? if you're not comfortable i-"
"no, i am. i just wasn't sure if that was a problem or anything." i sighed quietly. "i want it to be you, johnnie."
his eyes sparkled, "really? are you sure you're ready."
i nodded slowly. "yeah,"
he kissed my cheek, "okay."
as i began to calm down, i was able to actually watch the movie. my stomach was bubbling with excitement and anxiety. i thought about what would go down whenever we got home, and i hoped jake wasn't home.
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johnnie gripped my hand tightly, leading me up to the front door. he kept whispering sweet compliments and comforting words in my ear. he quietly opening the door, calling out to see if jake was home. we ended up getting no response, so he was either asleep or out.
as soon as the door was. shut and locked, johnnies hands were on me. he gripped my waist and gently pushed me against the door, kissing me softly. i kissed him back harder, wanting to deepen the kiss. he took my signal, his tongue poking my bottom lip, asking for entrance. i parted my lips slightly and our tongues danced with one another's.
johnnies hands snaked up my shirt. he pulled away, trying to catch his breath. "is this okay?"
i nodded eagerly, and in response he slipped my shirt over my head. his eyes trailed down my body, admiring every inch of my exposed skin. my lipped twitched and turned into a small smile as his eyes lit up with admiration along with lust. in a split second, his hands were back on my and trailing up my back. he gently kissed my neck, making sure not to miss any area.
as he began to unclip my bra, he whispered in my ear, "can i mark you?"
"yes," i sighed, "please." he smirked onto my skin as he began to suck a dark hickey onto the side of my neck. i let out a small moan, the stimulation a unique feeling. i tangled my hands in his hair, the other one tugging as the rim of johnnies band tee shirt. "c'mon, babe. take it off."
he did as i asked, only pulling away for a second to do so. i admired him in return, tracing the lines of his tattoos as i whispered sweet praises. he shivered under my touch, my still cold fingers sending shivers down his spine. his hands were cold as well, making my nipples harden as he began to palm my breasts. he lead me over to the bed, pecking my lips on the way.
my back landed on my bed and johnnie got to work taking off my jeans, constantly asking if i was okay with everything was doing. he gripped my thighs after tugging my jeans off all the way. "are you ready, pretty girl?" i nodded hesitantly, too stunned nd i'm awe of him and his body to speak. "i need a verbal yes."
"yes, please. i'm ready." i choked out. i reached down to unbuckle his black skinny jeans, revealing his hard cock that was covered by his tight boxers. he pulled down his boxers as i slid my panties off and tossed them to wherever the rest of our clothes were.
he caressed my hip as he ran his tip through my folds. he used my slick as lube, stroking his dick softly and letting out small moans. "just follow my lead," johnnie added finally before sliding his cock inside of me. i tensed up, the feeling so foreign my body wasn't sure how to react. "relax, baby, it'll hurt if you're tense."
he paused, letting me adjust to his size. i felt my body begin to relax as he massaged my thigh, whispering soothing words in my ear. "mkay' i'm ready."
he nodded before beginning to slowly thrust inside of me, sending shots of pain mixed with pleasure through my body. my hand flew over my mouth as low moans came out of my mouth. "are you okay?" i nodded in response, encouraging him to keep going. "you feel so good. does this feel good?"
he began to thrust faster, hitting a different angle inside of me. he let out quiet whimpers and moans. "oh my- yes, baby." i moaned, feeling his stretch me.
"that's it, just like that," he praised, "you're doing so good."
"oh, fuck." i moaned out as both of us got progressively more comfortable. he quickened his pace, the pain has begun to wither away to pure pleasure. it felt as if i couldn't get enough of him. he moved his hand to my clit, rubbing it gently. my back arched at the new sensation. "that feels so fu- it feels so good."
"good, you're doing great." he choked out, keeping his pace up. i ran my hand down his chest while the other gripped his arm.
the room filled with moans and the sound of skin slapping together. i felt the knot in my stomach begin to tighten. "johnnie, i think i'm gonna cum."
"me too, let go whenever," he sped up, thrusting deeper inside of me which sent me over the edge. strings of curses and moans flew out of my mouth as i felt my orgasm approaching.
my orgasm hit me like a truck, washing all over my body. i went limp, cherishing the feeling as johnnie pulled out and finished on my stomach before collapsing onto the bed next to me. we were in a pool of sweat and each other's... juices.. as we tried to catch our breath.
johnnie sat up only moments later. "let's go take a shower, yeah?"
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severalforraelee · 1 year ago
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Throughout the Years: Mick Schumacher x Reader
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Word count: 2,167
Written by raelee / Posted May 24
Masterlist
Formula 1 Masterlist
Six Years Old
“Class, this is our new student, Y/N. Let’s all be kind and welcoming to her,” Mrs. Schneider announces.
She rubs my back in an attempt to reassure me. I give her a shy smile of appreciation, but her action doesn’t calm my nerves. As I look out at the sea of random faces, staring back at me and judging me, I feel myself begin to cave in.
Like a new country wasn’t enough, I have to worry about a new school, too. My mom says that I shouldn’t worry- she says that I have too much anxiety for my age. But now I have reason to be, since dad’s new job changed our whole lives.
I take a seat at the desk Mrs. Schneider pointed me towards, avoiding eye contact with all of the curious gazes. My older brother told me while I was crying this morning that making friends would help me feel better. But all I want to do right now is never open my mouth again.
“Hi, I’m Emma,” the girl sitting across the table from me at lunch introduces herself.
I stare at her with wide eyes. I know I’m supposed to open my mouth, respond hello, I’m Y/N, but my body is frozen in place. I can’t stop just looking at her.
Her face contorts into one of confusion before she stands, grabbing her lunch tray before moving to another table. I deflate. There goes my chance at making a friend.
My gaze returns to the lunchbox in front of me. I don’t even look up when someone pulls out the chair next to me, sitting down.
“Oh, a red car!”
I look up at the comment. A blonde boy is sitting next to me, his finger pointed towards the red car on my lunchbox. Well, it’s not really my lunchbox. Mine got lost in the move so I have to borrow my brother’s one for now.
“My dad drives a red car,” he tells me.
I pause, gaze switching between him and the lunchbox. The sweet smile never drops from his face. I open the lunchbox slowly, looking down at it as I pull the contents out.
“My dad drives a black car.”
I look up to see his response. He opens his mouth to say something but stops, closing it and shaking his head. I want to ask him what he wanted to say, but I don’t question it. I don’t want to ruin my new friendship with this blonde boy.
“Ugh, my mom packed me Oreos today. You’re so lucky that you have chocolate chip cookies,” he states fondly.
“We can trade. That is, if you want to,” I stutter nervously.
“Really?”
I nod.
He holds out the packet of Oreos. I take it gently from his hand, passing him the chocolate chip cookies.
“Thanks. You’re Y/N, right?” He inquires.
I nod again.
“I’m Mick. I have a feeling that we’re going to be good friends.”
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18 years old
I’ve been avoiding him all night. As best friends for twelve years, Mick and I have always been by each other’s side. Wherever he went, I went, and wherever I went, he went. We began to believe that our names were actually combined, we go by Y/N and Mick so much.
Which is what makes this so hard.
Mick secured a seat in Formula 3.
“Are you excited for Mick?” Yet another former classmate asks me.
Of course I’m happy for him. I have and will support him through everything. He’s my best friend, I’ll be by his side throughout it all. It’s just… he’s leaving me behind.
“Yeah, he’ll do great,” I smile at them, taking a sip of my drink. I grimace at the taste of the watered down alcohol, not realizing how much time I’ve spent sulking since I got this drink. “Excuse me, I’m going to get a new drink.”
I do actually need a new drink, but I also want an excuse to get out of this conversation. I’m sick of everyone reminding me that Mick is leaving, even if it is going to constantly be happening at Mick’s going away party.
Of course I’m used to him leaving for karting- although he wasn’t gone nearly as much as he will be now- and he’ll be coming back to visit- although not as much as I would like him to. Those factors don’t make the thought of him leaving any easier.
I set my drink down at the bar, slipping outside of the extravagant venue onto its balcony. I turn the corner so that I’m out of sight, sitting down and swinging my feet over the edge so that they hover above the street far below.
“Where’s Y/N? Weren’t you just talking to her?” I hear Mick’s familiar voice from inside.
I sigh, resting my forehead on the bars. I know that he’s noticed my distance. But I just don’t know how to act around him now. I know that our dynamic is going to change, and I’m afraid of that.
“I thought you would be out here,” now his voice is right next to me.
I don’t respond, keeping my eyes on the passing cars below. Still, I feel him sit next to me, slipping his legs through the bars as best as he can while looking below as well.
“That’s a pretty far drop,” he comments.
“How can you just act like that?” I ask him quietly.
“Like what?”
“Like we’re not going to change?”
He’s quiet, then he speaks. “Of course I know that we’re going to change.”
I look over at him to see him already looking at me.
“But that’s part of growing up, right? I’m going to chase my dreams and follow in my dad’s footsteps in Formula 1 and you’re going to school to do what you love. We’re taking opposite paths, but we’ll always be there to hold each other’s hand and encourage each other.” He reaches out, grabbing my hand and squeezing it. “Right?”
“Right,” I breathe out, nodding. “You promise you won’t forget me when you get even more rich and famous?”
He laughs at my tease. “I promise. You promise you won’t forget me when you meet an average college guy?”
“I promise.” We lean towards each other, giving each other the hug that we desperately needed.
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22 years old
I wait in the Haas garage, standing up on my tiptoes to peer over the people rushing around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Mick. My heart aches in my chest for more reasons than one.
He ended the race in last place- well, not last place, since a few of the other drivers DNFed, but last place of the remaining drivers on the track. So my heart aches for the emotions that I know he’s feeling and what he’s saying to himself.
And my heart is also aching because… I love him.
And I can’t wait to see him again.
It took me a while to admit that I’m in love with my best friend, but now that I have, it’s all that I can think about. Unfortunately, I can’t tell him about my feelings, because I don’t want to ruin a lifetime of friendship.
I catch sight of the blonde, but it looks like he found me first. He’s frantically pushing his way through the crowd, and once he reaches me, before either of us can even say anything, he yanks me tightly into his arms.
My arms wind around him, holding him just as tight. I know that it’s what he needs right now.
“Let’s go to your driver’s room,” I whisper to him, wanting to get his dismal expression out of the public eye before the media sees and has a field day with it. He guides me with an arm around my waist to his driver’s room, immediately flopping face down on the couch as I close the door.
“What was I thinking?” He groans.
“Mick, you didn’t do anything wrong.”
“No, not about the race, Y/N,” he snaps, leaning his torso up and resting his elbows on the couch. He sighs. “Sorry for snapping at you. It’s just- what was I thinking? Believing that I could just get into F1 and instantly become successful. I’m an idiot.”
“No, you’re not,” I reassure him, sitting down next to his head and resting a comforting hand on his back. “You had a lot of pressure from the beginning, we both know that. And you already are successful, look at you, you’re in Formula 1. The podiums and wins just take time.”
He looks up at me and it’s like the atmosphere in the room instantly changes. His baby blue eyes connect with my own, our gazes too captivating to break. We’re both afraid to speak, knowing that it’ll ruin whatever mesmerization we’re in.
Mick opens his mouth, talking softly. “I think… I think that I already won.”
“Why’s that?” I breathe out.
“Because I have you in my life. It’s just that…”
“It’s just that what?”
“My life could only get better with one thing.”
I stare at him, and he stares back at me. My mind goes blank.
“Can I kiss you?” He requests.
“Yes.”
He leans up, but from the way that he’s laying down, his torso can only pull him up so far. We both laugh, causing the tension to break as he’s inches away from my face.
I lean down the remaining two inches, pressing my lips against his.
It’s like it’s meant to be all this time.
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26 years old
“I love that touch,” Corinna smiles as she looks down at my bouquet of flowers.
“Does he still not know?” Gina questions from where she’s straightening the train of my dress.
“He still doesn’t, I’m surprised that I kept it a secret all of this time,” I laugh, “I almost slipped up a few times, though.”
“He’s going to love it,” Corinna reassures me. “We have to go take our places now, sweetie. See you in a bit.”
I take a deep breath, smoothing out the white tulle at my side.
“It’s not too late to back out,” my older brother comments from behind me. I know that he just has my best interest at heart but even the thought of leaving now hurts my heart.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment since I was six years old,” I confess to him. “I knew that he was the one that I was meant to be with from the moment we traded cookies.”
“I’m glad. I really like him, and you two are clearly happy together. It’s time to go.”
The wood church doors swing open, exposing me to all of my friends and family. But the only person that I see is Mick.
He stands at the other end of the aisle, dressed in his black tuxedo and looking as handsome as ever. His hands are clasped in front of him, that wide, beaming smile that I get to see every single day for the rest of my life on his face.
His eyes flutter downward and he quickly turns to the side, wiping at his eyes as tears begin to form. I know that he sees it, then.
My bouquet of flowers placed beautifully in a lunchbox, the lid open to reveal the red car.
I didn’t know that my parents kept this lunchbox, truthfully the first question that I asked them when they showed me it was why they kept something from twenty years ago. But they told me that from the way that I spoke about Mick and talked about him, they knew that it was love at first sight, even at such a young age. So they saved it, in case we want to give it to our own son or daughter someday.
Mick reaches out to me, grabbing my hands in his own once I’m standing across from him.
“You look so beautiful,” he murmurs, voice shaking.
“You look so handsome,” I whisper back to him, a bashful smile on my face.
I’ve never felt shy or timid around Mick before. I’ve had no reason to, he’s my person, someone that I turn to whenever I need comfort or support.
But there’s something about Mick the husband.
My husband.
I can’t seem to wrap my head around the idea that this is the man that I’m going to be spending the rest of my life with. Mick is the man that I’ll be sharing a bed with, sharing secrets with, sharing children with. My life with Mick is already so intertwined… but my life with husband Mick will be so much more.
And there’s something about that that makes me bashful and more than excited for the future.
I squeeze his hands, wanting to convey those emotions right here and right now without interrupting the officiator.
He squeezes my hands back.
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marvelnatr · 1 year ago
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One rule 18+ MINORS DNI
Wanda had hired you as her assistant, As months passed you fell more and more in love with her. She couldn’t love you as much as she wanted to. It was forbidden to sleep with someone she hired. But she couldn’t help but ignore the rule. You were caving and she was too.
WARNINGS: hickeys, drinking, Dom!wanda, Sub!reader, fingering, strap on use, pet names, praise, office setting, littleeee degrading
Y/N’s POV:
Glancing at the clock I realized how late it was getting. Most of the people in the building had left except for a few stragglers and my boss. Wanda Maximoff. My mind wandered back to the first day I met her. Her strong presence filled the room. The way my heart would skip a beat when her eyes met mine. The woman was intimidating. But she was my boss, when I signed the contract I signed away my feelings. My mind was pulled back as Wandas office door closed. She glanced over at me “you’re still here Y/N?” I nodded “yes ma’am just finishing up a few things” she nodded folding her blazer over her arm “have a nice night Y/N” my eyes looked up and met hers. Her eyes smiled at me but her face stayed straight. I’ve rarely ever seen the woman smile. She nodded at me and headed out to the elevator. A few seconds later Maria walked up to my desk “why are you still here?” I shrugged and she rolled her eyes “get your shit, you need a drink. It’s Friday night” Before I could even protest I was pulled up by Maria. My bag and coat in her hand.
We arrived at the bar and I sat down at a table with Maria ordering my drink as I glanced over at the bar to see the all too familiar red hair. Wanda sat there sipping her drink, her eyes trained on the pool match in front of her. Maria nudged me with her elbow “you’ve gotta stop staring at her” I looked at her “I am not” she laughed at me and set her drink down “you’re totally gawking at her” rolling my eyes I took another swig of my drink and stared at her. her eyes met mine and she excused herself from her small conversation, heading over to our table “may I sit?”. Maria nodded and Wanda sat next to me.
Wanda’s POV:
I sat beside Y/N and holy shit she looked beautiful. Maria and I made small talk as she listened. I could sense she was nervous. The way she held her drink on the table. The nervous unsteady breathing. Abruptly she spoke out “will you excuse me for a minute?” I got up and she slid out of the booth. I glanced at Maria and she shrugged. Well fine okay I’ll go check on her. I quickly followed her and knocked on the bathroom door she was in “Y/N? Are you okay?” she opened the door a little flushed and I walked in “are you okay hon? Are you feeling a little sick?” Swallowing thick she shook her head no and smoothed down her dress “n-no ma’am I’m okay, thank you tho” I nodded and gently wet a paper towel, dabbing her cheeks gently in attempt to cool her off. Her eyes fell to my lips and I watched her for a second, smirking at her I lowered my voice “oh Y/N. Do you have something you wanna say to me darling?”. Trying to hide the blush on her cheeks I pulled her closer to me “come on darling” whispering she watched my eyes “I-I signed a contract saying I can’t”. I watched her. The way her thighs clenched together, the redness on her cheeks. I couldn’t take it anymore. The way I craved her. Mumbling I pushed her against the wall “fuck the contract”
My lips met hers as I began to kiss her. Our mouths exploring one another’s. A small breathy moan left her mouth. Holy fuck it was hot. Pulling away I watched her “fuck you’re hot” Y/N shook her head “you’re drunk” laughing I shook my head “oh no darling I am very much sober” blushing I placed my hand on her lower back and whispered in her ear “lets get back to Maria”. Y/N followed me, her hand linked in mine. I walked up to Maria and gently placed the company card on the table. My best friend smirked at me “hey you behave yourself” I laughed “when do I ever?”
Heading to my car I opened the door for her and helped her in, kissing her neck gently I whispered “are we going to your place or mine?”. Blushing she whispered “y-yours?” I nodded and got in the drivers side and drove to my apartment with my hand rested on her thigh. Y/N’s squeezed her thighs together and cleared her throat. Chuckling I glanced at her at the red light “what’s got you so worked up hon?” Whining a little she shifted her legs. I laughed at her and continued my drive home.
-Time Skip-
Y/N fell back onto the bed, her breathing trying to steady from us kissing seconds ago. I smirked and straddled her, leaning down in her ear “tell me darling, why were you flushed that pretty shade of red in the bathroom at the bar?” Kissing her ear she whined and I looked at her “I expect an answer detka”. Y/N arched her back and breathed out “I-I was pleasing myself” smirking I ran my hand up and down her leg “and what were you thinking about while pleasing yourself?” her cheeks blushed that bright red again and I laughed as I held her jaw, making her look in my eyes as I dragged my thumb over her lip. Y/N’s flustered voice finally spoke “y-you”
My eyes blew with lust as my hand trailed up her thigh. I glanced in her eyes asking for permission. A nod and a breathy “yes please” fell from her mouth. Sliding two fingers into her I groaned “holy fuck you’re soaked. We’re you this soaked in the bathroom? Did you have your pretty little fingers pumping in and out of your swollen cunt while thinking about me?” Y/N let out a loud moan “h-holy fuck yes!” I smirked and pumped my fingers in and out of her, watching how she squirmed and gripped the sheets. Every time my fingers curled up into her she screamed a little out of pleasure. Leaning over her I began to kiss her neck. Leaving hickeys along the side of her neck. Biting her ear gently I whispered “cum for me darling, let me hear how good I make you feel”
Y/N’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as her legs closed around my hand, spreading them back open I tutted “ah ah ah, keep them open love” whining and shaking she grabbed my bicep, holding onto it as I watched her cum “there we go, good girl, look at you doing such a good job” blushing her chest rose and fell, her breathing steadying as she relaxed. I gently pulled my fingers out and licked them clean “you taste wonderful my darling”. After I had cleaned her up I got her water I cuddled her close to me. Kissing her head and stroking her hair as I whispered “I want you to be mine” Y/N looked up at me “w-what?” I gently looked in her eyes tucking some hair behind her ear “will you be mine Y/N?”. A smile painted over her face as she blushed and whispered “yes”
-bonus scene-
Y/N’s POV:
I sat beside Wanda doing my paperwork. Every once in a while she’d lean over my shoulder and kiss my neck while running her hand up and down my thigh. Teasing me slightly and getting me worked up just to leave me on the edge. Her favorite thing to do was tease me. It drove me wild. After an hour from her last check in she was grumbling at her computer. Murmuring curse words at her screen, probably directed towards an incompetent email. I looked over at her and whispered “everything okay mommy?” Wanda looked dead in my eyes. Her eyes full of a look I knew all too well. Wanda sat back “go lock my door”, obeying her order I got up and locked the door. As I turned around I could see the strap she’d been hiding under her slacks all day. Walking over to her she stood and bent me over her desk “you have to be quiet for me detka, you wouldn’t want anyone knowing how much of a slut you are for me would you?” I shook my head no as she rolled up my dress and slid my panties down my thighs “good girl”
Taking her faux cock and rubbing it against my tight hole she slowly began to slide in. Clenching around her I bit my lip to stifle any sounds. Wanda grabbed a hold of my hips and started fucking into me. I gripped the desk as her hand made its way to my mouth, covering it to silence my whimpers. My adrenaline rushing through my body as the thought of us getting caught and the way she was fucking into me made me so incredibly worked up. She knew it did. Leaning down she whispered in my ear “god baby, you look so fucking beautiful like this” clenching around her strap I began to shake a little. Her fucking into me becoming more and more deliberate. Wandas breath fanned my ear as she growled “cum”
My knuckles turned white as I gripped the table and came, cum dripping down my thighs while my body shook from my orgasm. Wanda gently pulled out and rubbed my back “great job darling, you did so well for me” panting Wanda cleaned me up and gently picked me up, leading me over to her couch and gently laying me down on it. Wanda pulled a blanket over me and kissed my head as she whispered “goodnight my perfect girl”
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eggedbellies · 1 year ago
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A mild fantasy of mine is to be captured by a bunch of werewolves who need a mate. But have been unable to find one as they have been having trouble leaving the woods. thankfully a witch in the woods gave them a potion,  it's supposed to work on humans, and turns whoever drinks it into the perfect love,  all they have to do is spread the werewolf curse. 
finding me,  a guy who strayed too far from the beaten path.  getting captured, and taking to their cave.  They place the potion in front of me,  and stand idle,  waiting for me to drink.  The pressure makes me drink it,  and it's magic put to work. My hair grows,  my voice changes, and my chest hurts as it expands,  growing so big the shirt rips,  letting my newly grown boobs be shown.  Hear as my pants rip due to my expanding ass and hips,  feel my whole body burn as I turn, feel as the last squirts of cum get educated as my new slit grows in. left as a woman in partly tattered clothes,  with an unbearable heat inside me. 
A heat the werewolves so happily help with,  a knot hanging right in front of my face,  on so happy devour.  One mounts me from behind,  the pack leader.  Being doubled teamed, dangling as such huge knots breed me. 
Leaving me full of cum,  and the same rest from being noted and filled with cum gives me enough time to recharge and be used by the next back.  I don't remember how long time passed,  but my new fangs tell me it's been a while. 
days have passed, I still feel human,  but the fur growing the wagging tail,  and my wolf ears tell me otherwise. They've been breeding me every night,  but my belly remains empty.  But today... Today feels different.  I've been producing milk,  and they so hungrily drink.  Not to mention. I think I see extra nipples. 
It's... Getting harder to think, all I have... Minds being filled with heat,  need to be bred more, whoever ever gets this be warned,  they have more potions... God, it's so hard to think when you're being filled, I wonder how big I'll get...
Mmmmm being slowly, slowly, achingly transformed into a perfect breeding wolf, not the furious transformation the rest of the pack got, no, your body changing into necessity to be able to be the best breeding momma wolf you can be... where do they live, again? Just so I can, y'know, avoid them and their potions...
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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 2 years ago
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That ask about Dame and Adonis eating you out at the same time is so 🤤 imagine one day they got into an argument on who does it the best and who’s better to ask than you right? The problem is you can’t decide so they lay you down on the bed taking turns eating you out back to back (but not without them shoving each other out of the way when one thinks the other is being greedy)
“Donnie,” Damion folds his arms, his muscles flexing, “you know I put it down better. Who had her running last time when I was eating the kat? Me,” Damion boasted, “It’s always been me.”
Adonis stood across from Damion, eyes sharp as he stared him down.
“Nothing to say, Donnie? You had so much to say earlier,” Damion laughed, “if we’re being honest, I put my name on that pussy with my tongue. Shit is mines, I’m just being nice and lettin’ you have a taste.”
“You done?” Adonis walked over to Damion with a bop in his step like he wanted to square up, “Because if I’m not mistaken, wasn’t it me that had her crying when I was tongue deep in that pussy?”
Damion clenched his jaw and gave Adonis a sly smirk.
“Hmm, you remember that, right? She squirted allllllllll over me,” Adonis lowered his voice dangerously, “And then I flipped her over and ate it from the back. She was begging for me to keep going that night, not once did she call for you.”
Damion waved Adonis away and turned to finish his drink. Adonis was still in his ear taunting him.
“Donnie, Donnie, please don’t stop,”
Damion cut his eyes at Adonis.
“Mmhm, yeah…and I didn’t stop.”
Damion shoulder checked Adonis while walking away. Adonis laughs, rolling his shoulder before picking up his own drink to finish.
“Check this out, bruh, How about we go ask her and see what she says? Ain’t no use in arguing about it. Only way we’ll know is if we ask the lady herself.”
Adonis mulled it over, arching a single brow while deep in thought.
“Aye,” Damion took his place next to Adonis in their man cave, “All we gotta do is ask. I already know what she’ll say, but if it’ll pick your bruised ego up off the floor, why not?”
“Shut the fuck up,” Adonis shakes his head, knocking back the last drop of Hennessy, “Bet. We ask her. Ain’t no way she’ll say you. After the morning head I gave her, she’ll be thinking about me and only be, BRUH.”
“Let’s go then,” Damion pat Adonis on his back roughly, “Put that glass down. She right upstairs taking a bubble bath.”
“I know where she is, nigga.”
Both men stroll out of the basement and climb the stairs two at a time. They would shove each other as they ascended the stairs to the master bathroom, trying to be the first to enter like it was some kind of race. As they entered their room, they could see straight into the bathroom and there she was, sitting in the jacuzzi tub with bubbles covering her body from the chest down. She had one leg draped over the side of the tub and she was nursing a glass of red wine in her hand. Adonis and Damion shoved into the bathroom at the same time and she looked up at them both, confusion written all over her face.
“Hey,” She sat up, breasts coming out of hiding and looking delectable covered in soap and water, “Everything okay?”
Adonis was spaced out, staring at her breasts with his mouth hanging open. Damion tapped him on the chest and he came back to the present.
“It’s all good, just came to get your opinion on something me and Adonis were debating about,” Damion’s eyes fell to her chest as well and then he looked up at her face, “Ain’t that right, D?”
“Yeah. We need to ask you a question, baby girl. You can be honest with us, okay? No need to lie.”
She scrunched her face, “What would I need to lie about?”
Adonis and Damion shared a look with each other. Damion has his arms crossed, rocking back and forth on his heels and Adonis has his hands in the pockets of his black joggers, shoulder shrugged.
“Fuck it,” Adonis blurted out, “Which one of us eat your pussy the best? Dame? or me?”
She looked from Adonis to Damion before bursting into a fit of giggles.
“What?! You serious?” She sat up in the tub.
“Yeah,” Damion said with a straight face, “Dead serious.”
“Just tell us,” Adonis said, “Which one of us takes the title as best pussy eater?”
The smile on her face disappeared when she realized both of them were deadly serious. Now, she was avoiding their eyes, mouth tightly sealed.
“Baby girl?” Damion said.
“Princess?” Adonis said.
She gave them a nervous shrug, “I—I don’t know. I mean…I—Damion you’re—Adonis you—”
Damion and Adonis glance at each other, seemingly impatient.
“Baby,” Adonis cocks his head to the side, “We both know the answer.”
“No, no. She knows what time it is, ain’t that right, beautiful?” Damion said.
She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. Adonis blew out his breath and Damion threw his hands up.
“She’s just tryna be nice.” Damion said.
“Listen,” She finally spoke, “I really can’t answer that.”
“Why?” They both said in unison.
“I—I just,” She seemed to cower beneath their fierce gazes, “I can’t chose.”
Damion twisted his lips, stroking his stubble. Adonis scratched the back of his head, cutting his eyes at Damion. Damion felt his eyes on him and the moment they looked at each other, a light bulb seemed to go off.
“Well…why don’t we help you out?” Adonis nudged.
She looked up from her place in the tub at Adonis, then her eyes slowly landed on Damion who was staring at her.
“I don’t see why not. Maybe you need us to eat you out now to give you more of a perspective.”
She gripped the edge of the tub firmly.
“What do you think?” Adonis questioned.
“Nah, she want it. Look at her,” Damion smirks, “She making that little pouty face that she usually do when she horny.”
Adonis gave her a dimpled smile, “She definitely is,” he looked her up and down, “Grab her towel and I’ll help her out of the tub.”
Damion turned to grab her towel and Adonis walked up to the tub. She held her hands up and he picked her up swiftly, soapy water splashing and some of it landing in his body. He placed her on her feet and then he dragged his eyes up and down her glistening frame. The soap was rolling down her body and that pussy that he loved to taste was smooth and phat between her thighs.
Damion walked up to her and started drying her off. While he was focused on doing that, Adonis started kissing her neck, and then his hand ended up between her thighs to feel her pussy. Damion noticed and chuckled before shoving his hand out of the way. She was just standing there, looking at the both of them, trying to internally prepare herself for what these two men had in store for her. After Damion threw her over his shoulder, Adonis slapped her on the ass and followed behind them and into the bed room.
They didn’t even waste time, she was on her back in the middle of the bed and both of them were taking off their white beaters. Shirtless, chiseled, and looking undeniably sexy, both men crawled onto the bed and took their place at each side of her. Adonis had one thigh and Damion the other.
“Don’t hold back either,” Damion teased.
“Oh, I don’t plan on it. Less talk and more action.”
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kobalttheelemental · 5 months ago
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Map of Elementia
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🎆 Arcania: one of the most magical land of Elementia, the land here is breathtaking with giant crystals, friendly fauna species, and strange exotic flora. the towns and Kingdom have everything like potions, spell books, wands, pets, magical silk clothing and many more! the land is home to warriors called the Shade Hunters who's job is to hunt and kill shades and protect Elementia from danger.
🌋 Volcania: a scorching hot land of active volcanoes, lava lakes, ash fall, and fiery faunas! it is also home to gigantic fire breathing dragons roaming the volcanic land! what's strange is that the plants not only need water but needs lava to grow!
🏜️ Gusano Desert: a dry desert land with searing hot temperatures it may look empty and dull but it has beautiful rock formations like deep canyons, tall mesas, and shifting sand dunes. if you want to visit the desert towns or cities make sure your well prepared and bring plenty of water. Warning! this land is home to giant sandworms that will eat you alive! so be careful and stay safe!
🌊 Thalassa Ocean: a mysterious underwater world timing with aquatic life, colorful reefs, amazing underwater cities, and hidden treasures scattered around the sea floor. it may look peaceful yet the ocean of Elementia is dangerous and home to large leviathans that swim around the deep oceans and can capsized ships and devour sailors! also watch out for pirates!
🌪️ Windshear Skylands: hidden in the clouds is the windshear skylands a majestic land of floating lands and stunning views, the only way to get up there is by airships or flying creatures. just like Arcania the land here is home to the fiercest warriors called the Wind Warriors whose job is to create life on uninhabitable planets and fight of shade attacks.
⚡️Thunderia: a land battered in everlasting thunderstorms and is to dangerous to live, yet Thunderlings(Lightning Elementals) find this place home where they build futuristic cities and technology. the land here also creates energy crystals that have enough energy to power an entire city or used in vehicles and technology.
❄️ North Polaris: a winter wonderland of fresh powdered snow, snow-covered conifers, and aurora borealis dancing in the night sky. many elementals come here to have fun and play winter games or take a relaxing vacation and drink some of the finest hot coco of Elementia. not to mention the Iceclaws(Ice Elementals) make the best frozen treats like ice cream, popsicles, slushies, and more!
❄️ South Polaris: the opposite of North Polaris, the land here is harsh and freezing cold, living in this frigid land will be very hard unless you have the right equipment and plenty of food to survive.
🍃 Viridian Wilds: a lush green land of forests, jungles, taigas, gardens, exotic faunas and more! plus it is one of the most highly diverse ecosystems of Elementia, Warning! cutting down trees will cause Tree Crawlers(Nature Elementals) to get angry and hunt you down! always ask permission before cutting down trees.
🪨 Metallic Badlands: a metallic barren land where small volcanoes spew molten hot metals, a perfect place for miners to mine up rare metals and craft them into weapons, armor, jewelry, and more!
☢️ Toxic Bayou: probably one of the most toxic land of Elementia! the land here is very dangerous with acidic waters, poisonous plants, toxic fumaroles and venomous faunas that can kill you in seconds. but before you enter this toxic land always bring protection and plenty of antidotes.
☀️ Solaris: a warm sunny land and calm weather, the lands here is a perfect place for farmers to grow their crops or have a nice picnic. there are also ancient marble buildings from millions of years ago scattered everywhere.
🌌 Nycto Caverns: deep in the Sunny Plateau Biome is a gigantic sinkhole that is an entrance to Nycto Caverns, a dark scary cave where blind creatures and giant bugs roam around some friendly and some not. not to mention different kinds of fungus grow inside the caverns. Warning! the deeper you go the more dark and dangerous the cavern gets, always bring weapons and protection!
💀 Dragon Graveyard: one of the terrifying and scary land of Elementia where ancient dragon bones are scattered everywhere, dangerous fauna species and spirits haunt the land. there are many legends of why the land looks like that, some say this used to be normal land oo lush flora and crystal clear waters until the land has been cursed, while some say this is a resting place where old dragons go in peace yet no one really knows.
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thisismypurrfectvictory · 1 year ago
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Day 5: Aphrodisiacs
Summary: Misa tries to slip Light an aphrodisiac, but L accidentally drinks it too.
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Lawlight
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Misa felt like she couldn’t stay still. Everything was going to go perfectly. She knows that Light loves her and wants her, but he’s too much of a gentleman to say anything, especially being handcuffed to Ryuzaki. So she decided to take initiative! 
Reina from work had been telling her about this aphrodisiac concentrate she bought online and that her man wouldn’t leave her alone for days. It made a lightbulb go off in her head. So, she procured some.
Now she had to figure out how to get him out of those handcuffs for a while. Misa-Misa wasn’t into exhibitionism or anything like that, but maybe desperate times call for desperate measures. Ryuzaki did mention something akin to letting them have a date on their own if there were cameras. And while having her physical form on camera would be icky, the infra-red cameras can’t be that bad, right? They’ll just show their outlines. It’ll be fine. She’s convinced herself of this. And Misa knows how to get her way.
Once she slips this to Light, he’ll be so desperate for her that their combined whining and pleading will have to make Ryuzaki cave! And, if all else fails, at least Light won’t be able to stop thinking about her. 
Slipping the concentrate into his drink would be tricky. There’s of course always cameras. Sleight of hand wasn’t a skill she possessed. But maybe hiding a concealed dropper would work? 
They’re all sitting in her room when she asks if they could get some tea. Ryuzaki immediately jumps for the idea and calls for Watari. Trying to stay nonchalant when she’s so excited is really tough, but she is an actress after all. 
“Light, let me put in the sugar for you!” she says, grabbing the saucer out of his hand before he could say anything. Light blinks but sits back.
“Ok, just three sugars please,” he says, before replying to something Ryuzaki says. 
Ok, Misa, you can do this. As soon as she sets the saucer down, she grabs the top, and squeezes the dropper’s liquid into the cup. Shoving it back up her sleeve, she drops in three cubes before giving it a nice stir, handing it back to Light with a smile. 
“Here, darling!” Misa says, enthusiastically pushing the cup into his hands. 
“Thanks, Misa,” he says. Ever the embarrassed lover. He only ever says ‘Misa’, but he’s always in front of his colleagues so she understands. 
Light doesn’t drink from it for a while, and Misa gets nervous. Clenching her hands, she tries to stay calm while Light and Ryuzaki bicker back and forth. Light finally goes for a drink, blowing on it before taking a big gulp. Score! Everything is falling into place. But Light’s face crinkles, stopping in the middle of whatever he was saying, before shooting a look at the tea cup. Taking another hesitant sip, he recoils from it.
“I thought you were rich, but you can’t afford decent tea?” he says, slamming the cup and saucer onto the table, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. 
There’s no way they could know what it was by taste, right? Ryuzaki looks very affronted by Light’s accusation. 
“It’s the best matcha tea in Japan. Mine tastes fine,” he retorts, getting huffy. It’d be funny if one, she didn’t sense a fight coming on, and two, if she wasn’t in risk of being caught. 
“Mine tastes like shit. That’s not matcha tea; not that a foreigner would know the difference,” Light raises his voice back. Maybe she should be rooting for a fight. Then they might not care enough about the tea anymore. 
“You just don’t know quality. Watari handpicks these teas for me.”
“No offense to Watari-san, but I can count like five brands of matcha tea that are better than this garbage.” 
“Fine, I’ll taste it then,” Ryuzaki barks back, grabbing the cup. Everything goes in slow motion for Misa, and it’s too late to take the cup back. 
“Fine,” Light stubbornly says back. Plopping more sugar in first, Ryuzaki takes an unrefined swig before his face twists. He, too, takes a second try, immediately letting it fall back into the cup. Eww.
Misa bites her lip so hard it might draw blood.
“I told you,” Light mocks. They squabble for a bit more before they suppose that the cup wasn’t washed properly. Eventually looking at his watch, Light looks up at her apologetically and tells her they need to head back to work. 
“I’ll try to visit sometime in the next week,” he promises. Misa can only look on in sadness that her plan didn’t work. All she can hope is that he’ll come back when it kicks in more. Maybe she should be worried they both drank it. But it’s not possible either of them are gay, so it should be fine, Misa muses. She’s always prided herself on her excellent gaydar. She goes around tidying up in case Light comes back.
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Everything felt weird. It was hard to concentrate on his monitor. Light hoped and prayed that everyone would leave sooner than normal so he could go to bed. He wonders if he’s getting a cold. His skin felt tacky, there was a dull ache in the front of his head, and he felt a little dizzy. Maybe he was getting a fever? But he refuses to ask Ryuzaki to check his forehead. 
Thinking about it, Light noticed that Ryuzaki was acting weird. He had a plate of macarons in front of him, a few nibbles out of one. Watari had brought them two hours ago, and Ryuzaki had taken a bite and pushed the plate away. Maybe they’re both getting sick? Light supposes that would make sense. After wondering for a while if he could make an excuse to go to bed early and trying his best to look at his now fuzzy monitor, Ryuzaki stands up.
“Gentleman, you’re welcome to stay as long as you want, but I’m afraid I’m feeling unwell and will leave now,” Ryuzaki says, not waiting for a response from the Task Force. Ryuzaki almost all but drags Light as he tries to scramble up from his chair. Light lets himself be dragged to the elevator as Ryuzaki strides.
“You feel unwell also?” Ryuzaki asks, but it feels more like a statement. 
“Very dizzy, sweaty; a headache, I think? I’m very warm,” Light explains. “Do you think we have the flu?”
“I’ve never really been sick since childhood, but I suppose I do have walking petri dishes coming in everyday,” L says, frantically pressing on the elevator button over and over, like it’ll make it come faster. Light snorts. 
“How about you? You didn’t eat,” Light asks, trying to be polite. Light wants to be in Ryuzaki’s good graces, but the usual polite procedures he uses on people didn’t really work on him, and the guy made it too easy to be mad at him. 
“I’m very nauseous. Which is weird, because I’m not a puker— for fuck’s sake. I’m also very warm. I don’t like the feeling of my clothes sticking to me.” Ryuzaki says, getting mad at the elevator. Light is thankful when the doors open. To say he was surprised to see Ryuzaki like this was an understatement. It felt like being on the other side of the glass at an exhibit. 
After making it to their room, Ryuzaki immediately heads for the bathroom.
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to stand through a whole shower,” Light admits, still feeling dizzy. 
“I’ll catch you if you fall,” Ryuzaki says mockingly, not stopping in his stride. Light briefly thinks that he’d rather die of embarrassment. 
He hates to be right, but he is having a hard time staying upright in the shower. His head is getting more woozy due to the steam. At least if he falls, Ryuzaki won’t fall with him, since he took off their handcuffs for the shower. One moment he’s rubbing soap on his body, the next, his knees wobble and he feels himself falling. True to his word, Ryuzaki catches him. Light blinks, trying to get rid of the fog, and looks into his eyes. Light can feel his face heat up 
“Are you ok?” Ryuzaki asks, in a surprisingly soft tone. Light nods his head and tries to get up, before leaning on the shower wall. “This might’ve been a bad idea, let’s rinse off and go to bed.”
All Light can do is nod again, resting his forehead on the wall. Hesitant hands run a washcloth over his back, causing Light to flinch a little. He turns his head to see Ryuzaki rinsing him off.
“Here, you don’t look so good,” he says. Bashful maybe? Ryuzaki hands him a towel and he wraps it around his waist before stumbling. An undignified squeak leaves his mouth and Ryuzaki picks him up like he’s nothing. 
“W-what are you doing?” Light asks nervously. Rolling his eyes, Ryuzaki says nothing and places him on the bed. 
“I’m not doing much better than you. We should just go to bed,” he says, walking around the bed and climbing into the covers. Light is too nervous to tell him they’re wearing nothing but towels. But he supposes guys do this sort of thing unbothered? Right? 
“Being out of the shower improved my dizziness I think,” Light supplies, trying to make things less awkward. “Not that I’m complaining, but you forgot the handcuffs.” 
All L had to say was a wave of his hand while his face was planted in a pillow. Humming, Light tries to get comfortable. 
It’s all too warm. After lying there for a bit, he just stares at the ceiling. Light swears he’s sweating even more than he was before. Turning over to get more comfortable, a gasp leaves his lips, and he shuts his mouth so fast he bites his lip hard. 
“I can’t sleep,” L drawls, annoyed. Meanwhile, Light’s freaking out. Now that the floodgate was open, Light realizes how sensitive his whole body is. He doesn’t dare to move another inch.
“M-me neither,” Light says, cursing himself. Feeling L lean up from the bed, Light tries to make his body appear as small as possible. In the span of seconds, he has a raging hard on. For the love of all that is holy…
“You don’t sound good,” L says, leaning over him, voice huskier than Light remembers. Glancing a look up at L, Light sees that he doesn’t look much better. The sight of L’s blown-out eyes and mussed up hair cause Light to gulp. Closing his eyes, he tries to think of what’s wrong with him that he’s thinking these things. Fingers raze against his shoulder before pulling away, causing Light to flinch again, but after the fingers leave, he wants to gravitate towards them. L lets out a hum.
“Just as I thought; I think Misa tried to slip you something,” L drops down to the bed right behind Light. Light feels his presence through his skin as it prickles. 
“What?” he asks, then thinks of the stupid tea. Everything clicks. “Oh my god. She’s insane!”
The revelation makes Light sit up in bed, the cold air on his skin feeling good. 
“Quite,” L drones, seemingly more annoyed than alarmed. “I assume that Misa tried slipping you an aphrodisiac, we both drank it, it was a potent dosage, considering how horny I am. I assume you’re in the same boat, then.” 
Light cringes in embarrassment before hesitabtly nodding. Leave it to L to make everything more awkward than it already was. The arousal is unbearable, and Light wonders if L feels just as bad. They both sit there, and then in a flurry, the attach to each other. Light isn’t sure who initiated first. 
Lips on fire, Light grips onto L like a lifeline. Every nerve is too sensitive and yearns for contact. Hands start rubbing up his arms and sides and Light breaks away from the kiss to let out a gasp. L takes the chance to kiss up his neck, the kisses scorching to his skin, before playfully biting on his ear lobe. 
“I want to touch you,” L pleads, grabbing Light by the scruff to grab another kiss. Resting his forehead against L’s, Light lets out a breathy Please. 
L inserts a finger, but it’s barely a blip to Light’s system until he feels it curl. It makes Light grab onto L’s hair a little too hard, but before he can say sorry, L lets out a delightful grunt, spurring Light on. There needs to be something else. It’s not enough. 
“More,” he whines, trying his best to not straight up grind against L’s fingers. 
Another finger is inserted, and his cock aches; precum leaking onto L’s towel. Bemoaning the barrier between them, he tries to raise up and pull it off. Hands place themselves on Light’s hips to lift him up, and with a chuckle, L removes his towel. Light immediately sits himself down and the reaction is immediate, with L letting out a cut-off whimper, and covering his mouth in embarrassment. 
Grabbing the offending hand, Light shoots him a glare and kisses his wrist, causing L to blush.
“God, how much do you think she dosed us?” L asks, running the kissed hand down Light’s chest.
“Knowing her—hmph—she probably poured the whole thing,” Light says, making L laugh. Getting impatient, he reaches down and swats L’s hand away. “Stop, stop, I need you in me. Now.”
L helps Light sit up, and they line up before Light slowly sinks down on L’s pulsing cock. Light chokes, hunching over. “Sorry,” he squeaks. 
“I think you drank more tea than me; I can’t imagine it being any worse than what I’m feeling now,” L says, the most sympathetic Light’s ever heard him, as he brushes some of Light’s hair out of his face. It makes his chest seize. Light tries to get used to the foreign fullness. 
“I’m ready,” Light says, placing a hand on L’s chest to steady himself. He probably needed a little longer to adjust, but he needed to get his mind off of that. 
Raising back up, Light pushes back down immediately as L thrusts up. They try to establish a rhythm but Light’s brain is too fogged to do it or care. They sloppily slam themselves against each other. 
There’s tingling all over his entire body and he wonders how much of this sensitivity was normal. It borders on overstimulating. He feels embarrassed from the sounds he can’t keep in, but it soothes him a little to hear L in the same boat. 
“It’s too much,” Light gasps, head falling.
“Do you need to stop?” L asks, not stopping, but settling a hand on Light’s arm.
“No,” Light cries. “Don’t, please don’t stop.”
His legs cramp, and Light groans in frustration, making L falter when Light wobbles. 
Light isn’t sure if L understands what’s going on, but the man switches their positions with a growl, knocking the wind out of Light. L continues his onslaught, pounding into him at a new angle, making Light gasp, leaning up. 
Fingers thread themselves into his hair, gripping gently, pulling his head into L’s chest. The fingers rub at his scalp, making Light keen. L leans down, his breath tickling his ear, sending a shiver down Light’s spine.
“You’re doing so good,” L whispers, despite no one else being around. The praise adds to everything and suddenly it’s all too much, Light attaches his teeth to L’s shoulder to keep himself from being too loud. L winces, but doesn’t admonish Light, holding Light’s head tighter to himself. 
Skin still on fire, Light throws his arms around L, trying to get him closer. It’s not enough. He needs more. His skin yearns to be touched everywhere. Light’s pleasure builds until he feels it plateau right as he’s about to cum, groaning in frustration. Feeling bold, he grabs one of L’s hands off of his hip and guides it to his erection. The hand traces itself over Light’s cock, the touches imprinting into his skin, before L takes it in a firm grip. 
It keeps rising afterwards, as L’s hand glides over his cock in beat, and he feels himself clenching so much it’s painful, awaiting for his orgasm. It can’t build anymore than this, right? Opening his eyes, he looks down at L’s face. His usually fluffy hair lays sweaty around him on the pillow, with eyes closed shut, and his head turning to the side. He’s huffing with every thrust. 
“Please, L,” Light drags out in a whine, and L doesn’t correct him. L speeds up his hand, and Light finally feels himself arch as a tidal wave sweeps over him. 
As he’s cumming, he’s not sure whether to wring Misa’s neck or thank her. His orgasm is hard and fast, almost painful, as it slowly decreases in intensity. Slouching, not able to raise himself through his orgasm, he stares at the cum sprayed across L’s chest as he feels L still thrusting, causing Light to huff from the overstimulating, and Light is sure that he lost control of his brain for a couple of seconds. He’s sure his hips will be bruised in the morning with how desperate L is holding onto him. It makes him feel something he’s not sure he’s ever felt before. 
He hears L cum with a cry, and after sloppily raising him one more time, he feels the hands drop from his sides. They stay where they are as they come down from their highs. Light finally flops down beside L, feeling calmer.
The burning of his skin has lessened, but hasn’t diminished completely. It’s exasperating. His arms feel limp, and his body doesn’t want to move. It only takes a couple of minutes before he feels just as bad as before. 
“I think… I’m hard again,” L says, mumbling into his chest. 
“Yeah,” Light replies in agreement, before turning over to take L’s lips again. 
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That was way easier and better than I ever thought it could be. And sweet. Sweet and just so natural, like his kisses and his touch. Like the love I felt for him. Like the love he felt for me.
✦ summary: Dave and Nore find solace in each other and cave to their desires in the chaotic aftermath of a drunk driving accident.
✦ on this chapter: NSFW!!, dave mustaine x female!oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, drinking, drunk driving, car accident, vomiting, a little bit of hurt/comfort/praise, fluff, unprotected sex, mxf sex (explicit), oral sex, fingering, alcoholism/drinking issues
✦ a/n: this is a completely new part aaaand it's really explicit so keep it in mind if you're going to read it! also, since every chapter is named after a song, i made a playlist on spotify with all of them, you can listen to it while reading or just to get in the story's mood, it's right here and i will update it every time i post a new chapter. hope you like it, feedback is welcome ❤
✧ the sin I bring, called ecstasy ✧
Alright, whose brilliant idea was it to let a drunk driver take the wheel? 
Definitely not mine. 
Honestly, at that moment, it didn't seem like we had much of a choice. We were all wasted by the end of the day. We needed to get back home, and none of us had enough cash for a taxi ride from Joe's place to ours. A stumbling Lars volunteered to be the designated driver, and surprisingly, no one objected. We even cracked some jokes about the potential disaster, had a few laughs, and that was the end of it.
I don't think anyone was laughing now, though.
We stared in pure horror at the wrecked van. Lars had managed to crash it into a damn wall! Thankfully, nobody got hurt, and we were just a stone's throw away from home, but that didn't make things any better. Dave and Lars were fighting, Leanne was losing her shit, and I wasn't faring much better. My head was spinning, my breathing getting faster, and a rush of adrenaline sent panic coursing through my veins. Everything was spinning. I knew I had drunk too much. I knew I was bound to puke sooner or later. But at least I hoped I could hold it together until we got home.
I crawled over to someone's lawn and pretty much emptied my guts.
"You okay?" a voice chimed in. I glanced up and met James' blue eyes. He seemed somewhat sober, probably because he had passed out for most of the later part of the party, but I knew he was still pretty drunk.
"Do I look okay to you?" I grumbled, and he cracked up. I scrunched my eyebrows. Barfing my guts out was bad enough without an audience, but having someone witness the spectacle made it a whole lot worse.
"Maybe it's best if you go home if you're feelin' like shit. But you don't know the way, huh?"
"Does anyone here feel good? We’re all wasted and screwed with this accident. I'm surprised no one in this neighborhood has called the police yet."
"Yeah, maybe they will. Then we'll be even more fucked, right?" He laughed again and plopped his ass down on the sidewalk, keeping a safe distance from my vomit puddle. I had noticed it earlier, but he got really annoying when he was drunk. I focused on my trembling hands, trying to regain my composure. Take a deep breath, I reminded myself.
"What's going on?" Dave's slurred voice chimed in as he stumbled over to us. "Nore, what the hell happened?" 
I looked into his brown eyes, and they seemed to suspiciously fixate on James, as if he could somehow be to blame for my sorry state. I wondered what he thought was happening.
 "I was..." I gestured towards the puke pool, then spun around to continue unleashing the remnants of my stomach. Oh, lovely. 
He approached, all his focus on me, pushing my hair out of my face and gripping my waist to keep me steady. I leaned into his frame, grateful for the support, my heart still racing from the crash's adrenaline rush. My stomach wasn't faring any better; now that I'd expelled everything, an uncomfortable burning sensation was spreading through my belly.
"I think I've had too much to drink," I grumbled, fully aware of how my voice slurred and dragged. "How the hell are we supposed to go home now?" 
He glanced at the wrecked van and let out a resigned sigh. 
"Cliff's trying to borrow a phone from someone nearby to call a taxi. C'mere." Dave slung his arm around my shoulders and guided me towards the sidewalk next to the van, where Lars and Leanne were already planted on the ground. He helped me settle down beside them. He seemed a bit more composed now, but who knew if he was actually sober or just trying to hide his own level of intoxication. 
I plopped my ass on the pavement, my head spinning and my stomach doing somersaults. Somehow, I managed to hold back the urge to hurl this time. He sat down beside me, shooting me a concerned look.
"You look like hell," he remarked, and I burst out laughing, instantly regretting it as a pounding headache hit me. I groaned, wincing, and covered my face with my hands. "Come here." He pulled me close, letting me rest my head on his shoulder.
"I called a taxi for the girls and got hold of Joe. He's coming to help with the van," Cliff chimed in. "But we need some folks to stick around here and wait." 
"You, me, and Lars can hang tight," James suggested. "Nore and Leanne are not feeling well. Dave can take 'em home." 
Cliff glanced at me, clearly realizing how sick I was. He squatted down next to me and ran his hand through my hair in a soothing gesture. 
"Bit too much to drink, huh?" he asked, and I grumbled in response. "It's okay, go home and get some rest." 
I nodded, hiding my face against Dave's chest. Cliff settled down beside Leanne, doing his best to soothe her as we waited what felt like forever for the cab. Finally, it arrived, and Dave, Leanne, and I hopped into the car. The driver dropped off Leanne at her place, and Dave hopped out to make sure she'd be alright while I stayed put. When he returned, he took the seat next to me in the back.
"Feeling any better?" he asked, and I nodded, leaning my head on his shoulder. He gently stroked my thigh, sending a pleasant shiver through my skin.
When we got back home, I hopped out of the car and headed straight to the bathroom while Dave took care of paying the taxi. I quickly brushed my teeth to get rid of the nasty taste in my mouth and splashed some water on my face. The vomiting had sobered me up, but my head was still pounding like crazy. Dave walked into the bathroom, holding a glass of water and a pill in his hand.
"Got this for you," he said, offering the pill. "You know, to help with the headache."
"Oh, thank you, Dave," I whispered, grateful for his thoughtfulness. I took the pill and swallowed it with the water, letting out a sigh. I couldn't help but notice how my hands were shaking slightly.
"You alright?" he asked, coming closer and gently stroking my face, unsure of how to comfort me. "You've been on edge since the accident. I mean, yeah, it was a total mess, but we're all safe now... Back home, no harm done."
I sighed. The accident had triggered more than just nerves and panic in me. The aftermath was just a tiny part of a much bigger turmoil in my head.
"It's just... This wasn't my first car accident. I guess that’s why I got so nervous," I confessed, and then looked into his eyes. He stared at me intently, his hand moving from my face to my lower lip, his finger tracing the curve of my mouth slowly. My body heated up, suddenly aware of the closeness between us. I let out a sigh, deciding to open up and share what had been troubling me. "Last year, on my 18th birthday, me and my friends went out to celebrate. We got wasted, and when it was time to call it a night, I was the one behind the wheel... Ended up crashing the damn car." I blinked, realizing my eyes were getting watery. It was strange. I had never talked so openly about this with anyone; I felt so ashamed, especially after getting kicked out of my own house. I just hoped Dave wouldn't hate me after hearing all this. "I got hurt. And I hurt my friends too. Dave, I... I'm not the good girl you think I am. I've fucked up big time." 
"And does that matter?" he whispered, his face inching closer to mine. His eyes were serious, and I could feel his breath brushing against my lips. "You’re not a bad person because of that, Nore. And I love you... Your past doesn't mean shit. I love who you are right now."
I locked eyes with him, a shiver running through me as he leaned his hands on the sink, one on each side of my body. He was so close that it made my heart race. And there it was — the electric charge that sparked every time he got too close, the tension building up deep in my gut whenever he touched me. I lightly brushed my fingers against his lips, my breath hitching with anticipation, and let out a soft sigh as he kissed me. Our tongues danced slowly together, his hands gripping me so tight against his body that it was almost painful. 
He broke the kiss to swiftly yank off my shirt, and a little gasp escaped my lips as he started kissing my neck, sucking gently and leaving love bites all over my skin. I felt his fingertips trailing lightly over my back, sending tingles down my spine, until they reached the clasp of my bra.
I flinched suddenly, feeling my face burn and my breath quicken. He froze.
"You want me to stop?" Dave asked, his voice low and husky, a concerned look on his face.
"No," I whispered, looking into his eyes. He stared at me, seeming a bit unsure for a moment, before gently stroking my face.
"Come here," he took my hand and led me to my room. My heart raced as he closed the door, leaving the lights off, and pulled his shirt off, kissing me again. His skin felt hot against mine and my breath hitched as he sat on the bed, pulling me onto his lap. I straddled him, my knees on either side of his hips, and let out a sigh as his lips went back to exploring my neck.
His hands went back to my bra as he removed it slowly. I shivered as I felt the cold air against my skin and even more when I saw the way he looked at me. He lifted his eyes to look at mine, his gaze clouded with anticipation while holding me firmly in his arms. I giggled when he lifted me effortlessly, laying me down on the bed and positioning himself on top of me. He traced the outline of my nipple slowly with his fingertips, making me breathe deeply.
“Dave…” I whispered, and let out a quiet whimper when he sucked on my nipple, his tongue circling it slowly. I moaned, feeling my whole body on fire while he sucked on my breast leisurely, his hand grabbing my hip strongly. He grumbled, a low and satisfied sound, and the vibration of his voice against my skin sent shivers throughout my body.
His hands gripped me tightly on the hips, so strong that I squirmed, a low moan escaping from my throat. He bit my nipple lightly, massaging it with his tongue, and I couldn’t help but moan louder. It hurt a bit, but it was so good that I never wanted him to stop. He did it again on my other nipple, his tongue savoring every inch of my skin while I buried my fingers in his soft hair. His lips explored my skin slowly, kissing and licking and sucking on my breasts, my collarbones, my neck; I knew my skin would be covered in purple marks the next day, but I couldn’t care less. 
When he pulled away, he held my chin in his hand, making me look at him. His eyes were intense and hungry, and they seemed as lost in gazing into mine as mine were in his.
"If I hurt you, you have to tell me," he spoke softly, his hand caressing my cheek slowly.
"Okay," I whispered in response.
"Promise me," he asked, lightly kissing my lips. I nodded.
"I promise, Dave."
He nodded, his eyes serious as he unbuttoned my pants. I helped him take the rest of my clothes off quickly, letting out a small sigh when he saw me naked for the first time. He ran a hand through his hair, pushing it away from his face, looking somewhat stunned as his eyes roamed over every inch of my skin. I slowly caressed his chest with my hand, tracing the outline of his collarbone with the tips of my fingers. He brought a hand to my hair, gripping it firmly before leaning over me and kissing me on my lips again.
I whimpered when he grabbed my thigh with one hand, opening my legs and then touching my pussy, caressing it slowly, making my whole body shiver. I lost myself in his gaze, admiring his faintly flushed cheeks, his lips slightly parted while his eyes looked into mine. I moaned softly when he penetrated me with one finger, and then another, moving them slowly inside of me, exploring me at such a cautious pace that it bordered on tortuous. 
“Does it hurt?” he asked in a husky tone. I shook my head to assure him it didn’t, my lips slightly parted and my face flushed, and moaned when he moved his fingers inside me. He let out a soft laugh. “Fuck, Nore… You’re so beautiful.”
He leaned in, kissing my neck, his lips gently tracing the contour down to my shoulder and collarbone, leaving a trail of small kisses as he went down and kept moving his fingers leisurely inside me, in and out while he curled them softly. I closed my eyes, tilting my head back when he pressed his tongue against my clit, his hot breath tickling my skin. 
“Oh, Dave…” I moaned, holding onto his hair with one hand. He chuckled softly, seeming to take delight in my reaction, his breath quickening against my skin. I felt my own breath quicken while I enjoyed the combined pleasure of his fingers and his tongue, my legs shaking lightly as my back arched and I moaned. 
He reduced me to a trembling mess of moans and whimpers as his tongue explored my pussy slowly, sucking and licking my clit while his fingers moved inside me, my whole body on fire as I felt the knot of pleasure in my womb grow tighter and tighter. I let out a muffled cry when he stopped, his mouth coming back to mine, his fingers slipping out from inside me and leaving an uncomfortable emptiness that pulsed, yearning for more. I groaned in protest, almost begging for him to touch me again.
“Wait… Just a bit” he whispered while taking off his pants quickly. He gripped one of my thighs, lifting my leg while laying down on top of me. I melted into a breathy moan when I felt him start to penetrate me slowly, and flinched a little as pain and pleasure intertwined inside of me. “Nore…” he moaned, nuzzling my neck, his erratic breath against my skin as I wrapped my legs around his hips with a low moan while my body adjusted to his size “Ah…” 
I moaned when he started moving carefully. Any pain I felt was slowly giving way to the pleasure of feeling his sweaty skin against mine, his lips kissing me greedily, his fingers intertwined with mine as they pressed my hand against the mattress, and him, inside of me, making me feel things I didn't even believe were possible to be felt until then.  
He pulled away a bit, still moving slowly, and my eyes met with his. I knew by his expression that he wanted to devour me. That he was holding back, because he didn’t want to hurt me. But I wanted more of him, too; I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, allowing him to penetrate me deeper. He moaned softly, his control over himself faltering while his hand gripped my hip and he pushed hard inside of me. It was so good, feeling his warm body against mine, his fingers digging into my skin as we lost ourselves in each other.
He started moving faster, his breath becoming more erratic as he let a few muffled moans escape from his lips. I let him hold me against his body, the pain now completely forgotten as the pleasure of having him inside of me invaded my body, the knot of pleasure growing in my womb until it became almost unbearable.
“Nore, I’m so close…” he whispered, his voice almost pleading as he buried his face in the curve of my neck, one of his hands gripping my hair tightly while the other supported his body.
I couldn’t answer, I couldn’t even think straight while I closed my eyes, allowing his lips to explore my skin, the constant rhythm of his movements increasingly intensifying the knot of pure ecstasy growing inside me until I moaned loudly, feeling the pleasure inside of me become unbearable under his touch, allowing my orgasm to run through my whole body, making it spasm and contract. He grunted, shuddering and holding me even closer when he couldn’t stand it anymore and reached his high, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he came inside of me. He sighed deeply, his face hidden in my neck while he caught his breath, my own breath shallow, my eyes closed as I felt the warmth spreading through my body in waves.
That was way easier and better than I ever thought it could be. And sweet. Sweet and just so natural, like his kisses and his touch. Like the love I felt for him. Like the love he felt for me.
Dave let out a sigh, rolling off my body and snuggling up next to me. He pulled me close, and I hugged him tight, burying my face in his chest, soaking in the smell of his skin and his cozy warmth as I relaxed. His lips on my forehead and his hands caressing my back were the last things I remembered before falling asleep in his arms.
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