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closer | part twenty two - finale!

joel x f!reader. non-apocalypse au.

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chapter summary: in this final chapter, you and joel reconnect and discover just how deep your feelings for each other run. 8.6 k words. chapter warnings: 18+ MDNI, age difference (joel is 42 and reader is 25), soft!dom joel, cockwarming as the whole show, unprotected piv, sweet slow in love sex, dirty talk, praise kink a/n: I'M EMOTIONAL AS FUCK RIGHT NOW AND IDK WHAT TO DO ABOUT IT. i love love love these two lovesick idiots so much, they've helped me grow as a writer and i'm so happy so many of you have loved reading this story also. as much as i've written it for myself i also wrote it for all of you who encouraged me along the way, so THANK YOU SO MUCH! i could never express just how thankful i am for how much love this story has gotten. i promise this won't be the very last of this reader and joel, i would love to do a small epilogue or drabble sometime soon as well. anyways this has been such a rant THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU and please enjoy this final chapter!

You bound down the stairs giddily, happy to take in the familiar sights of Joel’s house in the light of day. You had missed its cozy comforts, the way it had been a second home to you, how Joel had been home to you. You’re practically vibrating with happiness, the feeling warm and radiating from the middle of your chest outwards. You’re tingling with anticipation to see Joel again, even with the fact that you’d just spend the entire night next to him. You couldn’t wait to interact with him, look into his eyes, and give him a good morning kiss. It nearly felt surreal, like you weren’t sure if this could have ever happened again.

You hear the soft drone of the TV, and when you don’t see Joel in the kitchen, you make your way to the living room, where he’s seated, sprawled out on his cushy couch. His eyes look only half-focused on a sports channel, running highlights and going into detail on all the recent games, and you immediately tune it out. When you enter the room, Joel looks up and his eyes widen, his coffee halfway to his mouth. He finishes the sip, slurping purposefully and setting the mug down on the side table next to the couch with careful hands, not once taking his eyes off of you. You stand in the doorway, stark naked, not having bothered to even put on one of Joel’s shirts this morning.

“Isn’t that a sight,” he says quietly, one hand still wrapped tightly around the warm mug, as if he doesn’t know what to do with it. His tone seems controlled, but you can tell this is having more of an effect on him than even you’d expected. You try to not wear too big of a smirk as you stand, inspecting him.

“Y’better be comin’ right over to this lap if you're gonna walk in here lookin’ like that.” He cocks his head, making purposeful, long movements of his eyes to roam over your entire body, stopping longer to admire your tits, nipples slightly erect already from the chill of the air and your anticipation for Joel this morning. You close the space between you, padding over to the couch, where Joel adjusts his legs, making room for you.. You stop short, drumming your fingers on the edge of the table where Joel’s mug sits.

“Coffee first,” you declare, turning to walk back over to the counter, making sure Joel has a clear, impeccable view of your ass as you go. Joel gets up to follow you, and you hear a distant groan, no mistaking that it’s his back still bothering him.

“Where d’ya think you’re goin’?” he asks impatiently, standing across the island in the kitchen, watching you. “My lap was ready for you, darlin’.”

You twist your lips to the side, purposefully ignoring him. “Now where were those mugs…” you mutter, reaching up on your tip-toes to look through cabinets, stretching your body out and offering an even better view of all your assets.

“You know damn well where those mugs are, sweetheart,” Joel growls out from across the room, arms folded in front of him. “Ignorin’ me… can’t believe this,” he mutters under his breath, but still loud enough that you can make it out.

“Silly me, you’re right,” you reply airily, immediately opening the correct cabinet and getting a mug out before filling it with coffee. When you glance at Joel before opening the fridge, the look on his face is odd, unreadable.

“I, uh… still have the creamer. A new one. Stupid, I know. I bought a new one when the old one went bad. Jus’ in case…” Joel pulls his lips into his mouth and avoids your gaze for a moment.

Your heart beats harder for a few seconds, a hole opening in your chest that you feel like you might fall right through. It feels like your heart breaking in real time, realizing that all this time, Joel still cared so much, so fucking much. You clutch your chest, fingers brushing over your bare skin there, and give Joel the softest, warmest smile you can conjure up.

“Thank you,” you say, wanting to deliver it with sincerity and show the meaning that it has for you. Joel gives you a simple nod, knowing nothing more needs to be said about it, that you both understand what it means and what you both went through. You move along, pouring the creamer in your coffee and walking back to Joel, letting him guide you back with a rough hand on your lower back.

“Gonna jus’ ignore my questions, now?” Joel asks, in the half-teasing, half-irritated way that can only mean he’s brewing up all kinds of ways to punish you. He lowers himself back onto the couch with an equally loud groan, and you lift your brows, wondering if you should question him about it.

“You wouldn’t want me to be without my coffee, would you?” you ask, your voice syrupy sweet as it comes out of your mouth. You blink, fluttering your lashes for affect and Joel simply narrows his eyes at you, clearly not pleased with your teasing this early in the morning.

“How do you want me, then?” you ask, hands on your hips as you stand before him. Joel’s eyebrows shoot up at the question and he smirks wildly.

“You bad fuckin’ girl,” Joel tuts with a shake of his head, seeming to instantly forgive what transpired in the kitchen. “Why don’t you sit on down, put your back right here,” he says, patting his chest gently, clad in a classic Joel look of a faded sports tee. You do as he asks, climbing onto his lap with your back to him, scooting your ass all the way back until it’s flush with his torso. Joel’s arms go around you, his legs falling to the side slightly to make room for yours to dangle in between them.

You both sigh in contentment at the feeling of being close to each other on top of the sexual temptation you’ve quite literally just placed in Joel's lap. He reaches a hand to the side to grab his mug, bringing it to his lips over your shoulder. Once he takes a sip, he quickly nuzzles the side of your head.

“Y’sleep okay?”

“Better than I have in months,” you say with a breath of laughter, and Joel nods in agreement.

“Me too, darlin’. Wore each other out,” he says.

“So much pressure off of both our shoulders. I don’t know if you feel that too, but I do,” you tell him.

“Mhm. Feels like… all is right again, huh?”

“Mhm,” you nod, reaching for your own cup, precariously perching yourself to keep your balance on Joel’s lap, your ass rutting into his crotch a bit more. Joel groans quietly at the sensation, which you definitely don’t miss. You both went pretty hard last night, and you’re not sure what Joel will be feeling up for today if his back was any indication.

“How’s your back?” you ask, while the topic is on your mind. “Promise I won’t tease,” you add on lightheartedly.

Joel grumbles a little bit but then sighs in resignation. “I’m not in good shape here darlin’, if I’m honest. But hell, what’s a man to do when a pretty girl sits in his lap naked as the day she was born, but his back hurts? Be a fool not to take advantage of this,” he says, frustration cropping up in his tone. You realize Joel must be feeling touchy about his age these days, especially considering his birthday was yesterday.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you turn slightly and reach a hand over your shoulder to stroke Joel’s face gently. “I just want to spend time with you, whatever you want to do. I don’t want you to mess you back up even more.”

Joel finds it in him to grumble a bit more, but he places a kiss on your bare shoulder, murmuring a thank you into the skin. You two sit and drink your coffee in peace for a little while with the TV as background noise, but you feel the unmistakable bulge of Joel’s cock hardening underneath you as he absentmindedly runs his fingers along the soft skin of your thighs and arms.

“Hmm,” he mumbles quietly to himself, as if he’s trying to decide what to do - absolutely ravage you or keep his back from being completely fucked and sending him out of work for a few days.

“Joel… your back…” you say before he can even get any ideas.

“I know… I jus’...” he starts

“I have an idea,” you announce, cutting him off. “If you let me take care of you a little - get a heating pad, all of that stuff.l, I’ll sit right back here and let you do whatever you want to do to me. You’ll barely have to move. No pressure to do anything that’ll hurt you.”

Joel cocks an eyebrow, intrigued at your offer. “Y’shouldn’t have to take care of me like that…” he starts, and you immediately want to stop that train of thought before it derails completely and leaves him feeling bad about himself.

“Said I wanted to take care of you, so let me,” you say, and Joel starts to protest, but you cut in again. “How many times have you taken care of me, done so much for me? And for so much more than a day of nursing a bad back. Let me do this for you, Joel.”

Joel’s lips turn into a contemplative half-frown as he makes another thoughtful noise, and he then smiles a little. His fingers come up to touch your shoulder, tracing so gently along the skin that you get goosebumps immediately.

“Alright, it’s a deal,” Joel asks gruffly, giving in.

You have him instruct you on where he keeps the heating pad, insisting you know he has to have one around along with icy hot patches, Advil, the entire works for someone like him who complains about his back often enough. He grumbles at how correct your guess is, hating that it makes him feel old and weak in front of you, but you’re quick to remind him the only reason his back is hurting today is from ravaging you within an inch of your life last night. That seems to satiate him well enough, a proud grin slapped across his face at the recollection.

“Yeah, yeah, all in that closet outside the bathroom down here,” he tells you. “Y’better not go putin’ on any clothes while you’re away.”

You laugh, putting your hands on your hips as you stand up in front of him. “Got a naked nurse fantasy, or somethin’?”

Joel scoffs out a laugh, amused. “When it comes to you, darlin’, everything’s a fantasy f’me.”

“Smooth talker.” You give him a dramatic eye roll but feel your heart jump at his words. ”Okay, just sit back, I’ll be right back with everything,” you assure him, rushing to the closet and digging out all the supplies you think you’ll need.

You smile to yourself at the old, worn down heating pad Joel has, something that looks like it’s been passed down and gotten nearly too much use, the old blue and pink plaid pattern faded and tattered. You make a mental note to buy him a new one at some point, knowing Joel’s practical brain won’t allow him to purchase something brand new since “this one works just fine”.

You catch Joel struggling to sit back and get comfortable, a grimace on his face, and you frown. You’ve never really seen Joel in pain until now, and it’s harder than you’d thought it would be. You feel a sinking feeling, just wishing you could take this pain away from him immediately. At the least, you’ll do everything you can to help him feel better.

“Hey, let me help. Let’s get the heating pad behind you,” you tell him, rushing over and trying to get everything set up. “Take these,” you say, barely looking as you try to hand Joel a few Advil while plugging in the heating pad at the same time. He grabs the pills from your hand and swallows them dry, and you glare at him before handing him the water you’d set on the side table for him.

His eyes widen with guilt, and he takes several long gulps from the glass, trying to hide a groan that escapes with the effort of setting it back on the table.

“You’re in worse shape than I thought,” you say, frowning deeply, eyes full of concern.

“Stop your worryin’, meds and the heating pad’ll have me right as rain in no time, okay?” Joel assures you, letting you place the heating pad on the couch before easing him down onto it. He sighs deeply as he relaxes into the steadily growing warmth of it.

“There we go,” you say gently, giving him a smile.

“Now hold up your end of the deal, darlin’.” Joel’s eyes are expectant and mischievous - at the least you’re glad he seems to be feeling slightly better already.

You simply smile, biting your tongue from giving him some kind of snarky comment and sit back down, returning yourself to his lap, sitting yourself between his legs and resting back into him.

“All yours,” you say quietly, craning your neck back slightly to lean your head onto his shoulder. His lips gingerly touch the skin there, sucking right where your pulse comes through, and you moan, back arching slightly, but you’re careful to keep from putting too much weight on Joel’s hurting body right now.

“Wanna be my little plaything so bad don’t you?” Joel murmurs as his hands come to your chest, groping gently at your breasts, testing the weight in his palms before he squeezes them again, running his thumbs over both of your nipples simultaneously. You squirm, thighs rubbing together as the sensation from your nipples seems to go straight to your clit, sending it throbbing for him already.

Joel is gentle and calculated with his moves now, lips soft as they ghost along your neck and shoulders, thumbs barely brushing your hardened pink buds. You whine over and over, already feeling like you could reach your high if he keeps this up.

“Open those legs f’me, sweetheart, Joel says, hands on your thighs, softly nudging them apart. You spread your thighs slightly, but Joel tuts. “Wider than that, darlin’, all the way, please,” Joel asks, and his use of ‘please’ catches you off guard, but you find you kind of like it for a change of pace. You slide your thighs over top of Joel’s, settling so that your legs are now spread open over top of his, landing on either side of his thighs.

“Much better,” Joel coos in your ear before slowly sliding a hand down your front, tauntingly, teasingly making its way between your legs. You writhe, your breathing picking up when Joel slides a finger between your legs, groaning as the wet heat envelops it.

“So soft n perfect f’me already,” he says shakily, finger traveling up your seam, sending you shuddering as it passes your clit.

“Mmm,” you moan out. “Feels so good when you play with me.”

“I know it does, baby, this lil’ hole is just weepin’ for me, ain’t it?” Joel asks, lewdly playing with your wetness, sending squelching sounds throughout the otherwise quiet room. “Needs to be stuffed full of me so bad, poor baby.”

You nod eagerly, breath coming out more staccato now as Joel teases you. He pushes two fingers inside of you, sliding them in effortlessly and beginning to pump in and out. You moan breathlessly, squirming on his lap as your slickness coats his fingers and starts to run down onto his hand. Joel lets out a pleased hum near your ear and you whine in response. He increases the pace, grunting quietly with the effort as you try not to writhe too much on him for fear of hurting him.

“Fuckin’ Christ, baby, can’t take this. Need to fill you up,” Joel whines, his breath hot on your neck, movements becoming more erratic. “Feel so fuckin’ good, missed you too much, darlin’.”

You cry out as his fingers hook inside of you, a ‘come here’ motion that has your legs wobbling instantly as you shake on top of him. “M-missed you so much, Joel. Can’t get enough of you…” you breathe out, barely able to focus on anything but Joel’s thick fingers absolutely ruining you right now.

“W-wait. But you can’t hurt yourself,” you add on, coming to your senses for a moment, worried about his back. “I’ll take care of you, I’ll let you use my mouth.”

Joel sighs, his fingers grazing your g-spot and you whimper. His free hand slides up your belly to your chest, cupping one of your tits, using his hand there to press your back into his chest a little more.

“Can I just…” Joel says, a gruff and quiet voice coming out of him now. “Let me just put it in, I fuckin’ need this sweet little pussy wrapped around me.”

He pulls his fingers out so suddenly that you yelp quietly with the loss before he cups your needy cunt with his hand, pressing his palm down into you. You squirm a little, trying to get some friction from his rough skin on your clit.

“Fuckin’ ruin myself to feel my cock in here, but y’know that already,” Joel says, grunting as he squeezes you tighter, your nipple between his fingers being pulled taut.

“Joel…” you cry out, “I’ll sit on it, make it all better for you, promise.” You turn your head to try and meet his eyeline, going in for a long, deep kiss that he meets eagerly.

You lift your hips up, balancing yourself on either side of his thighs. “You won’t even have to move,” you assure him, “Just get to enjoy me.”

Joel’s hands wrap around your torso and his mouth presses to your back. “Always enjoy you, but I swear to God darlin’, I can barely move right now, got it? So no funny business here.”

“Right.” You nod a little too enthusiastically, further setting off Joel’s doubts that you won’t be able to just sit quietly on his cock. “Just wanna make you feel good.”

“My good girl,” Joel murmurs into your skin, peppering it with kisses. “How’d I deserve this?”

“Hush now, and get your cock inside of me,” you retort, and you can practically feel the surprise radiating off of Joel from behind you at your demanding attitude.

He tuts quietly and blows out a breath. “Yes ma’am,” he says with a chuckle.

You reach in between your legs, where Joel’s hard length is only covered by his boxer briefs, and your fingers itch with need as you wrap your hand around the fabric hidden heat of him.

“Shit,” Joel hisses through his teeth at your touch, arching his hips up into it before groaning in pain.

“Shh, just relax, baby,” you tell him, stroking him several times before pulling the waistband down, letting his cock spring out - red and throbbing, dripping precum for you already and you salivate instantly at the beautiful sight.

“C’mon, now, sit pretty on this cock f’me,” Joel says, patting his lap impatiently. His cock juts up, immediately pressing against your slick folds when you lower yourself slightly, and you bite back a moan, lip pulled between your teeth. You position yourself over top of his bulbous head, just letting it touch your entrance and swirl your hips, letting your warm arousal start soak his tip.

Joel moans unashamedly right in your ear, hands now clenched around your hips, squeezing tightly as you tease him. You rub back and forth, gathering more of your slickness onto him, letting it drip down until you know he can barely take it anymore from his labored breathing and tensing muscles.

“Not - n-ot fuckin’ nice to tease,” he grits out, barely able to speak through clenched teeth.

“You’ll have to teach me a lesson when you’re feeling better.” You smirk, and sink down slowly so that you can feel each bit of him entering you. Your breathing hitches as you get more and more full, and you hear Joel let out a sigh of his own as your wet heat surrounds him.

Joel’s breathing comes out shaky as your hips press flush with his again, seating yourself completely on his cock. You never fail to be surprised at just how full he makes you - it makes you feel equally insane in the moments you have it and in the ones you don’t.

“Oh, darlin’... fuck,” Joel whines, and you grin wildly, loving the way you’re affecting him right now. You lean back slightly, relaxing onto his chest in pure bliss as Joel keeps you full, his cock throbbing inside your equally pulsating cunt. Joel’s head dips to your shoulder, resting there, and his stubble sends goosebumps across your skin.

“Feels nice, don’t it?” he asks, his voice continuing to shake. He’s trying to keep it together, and you’ve rarely had a chance to see Joel fall apart quite like this, and it’s absolutely beautiful. His body is trembling below you, breath uneven as it fans across your neck, and you swear you can feel every inch of his cock throbbing inside of you, so much more so now that you’re just still.

“I-it’s hard to keep still,” you say, biting the inside of your lip.

“I know, I know, me too,” Joel replies soothingly, his palm rubbing up and down your spread thigh. “Let’s just enjoy it, hm? Distract ourselves,” he suggests, trying to turn his attention to the TV. You nod a little, trying to shift slightly to get more comfortable, the movement jostling you just enough that Joel lets out a sharp hiss, and you suck in through your teeth in sync.

“S-sorry,” you choke out, biting your lip again, harder this time.

“No you ain’t,” Joel snarks, and you both chuckle softly, little movements of your bodies following with it and you both still immediately, eyes widening. A moan threatens to pass your lips as you feel a build up of pressure inside of yourself from Joel’s cock pressing on your walls, and you’re desperate for movement, desperate for friction in your clit as it throbs.

“Fuck…” Joel breathes, his hand trembling slightly as he continues rubbing your thigh. “You- you're so wet, darlin’, I-I can feel everythin’.”

Your arousal coats his cock, a seemingly endless slickness pouring onto his shaft, starting to want to leak out around him, and you’re only getting more turned on, more antsy to start moving and grinding your hips.

“Just focus on the TV, lemme enjoy ya,” Joel urges, and you take a deep breath, centering yourself despite the only thing you can feel being Joel inside of you, rock hard and wanting. You manage to glue your eyes to the screen, the droning voices of sports broadcasters reaching your ears, but you can’t hear a word they’re saying. You decide to close your eyes, continuing to rest back on Joel. A small whimper escapes you after a few minutes of trying to ignore the pressure inside of you, but Joel’s hands are all over your body, only making you ache deeper for him, a place deeper than he’s even filling right now that you aren’t sure how to reach. Joel’s own breathing has sped up, and you can feel him, warm and now damp with sweat, a wall of muscle behind you.

“Baby… fuck…” Joel says, fully panting now, “Makin’ me crazy, can feel your little hole flutterin’ f’me honey….” Joel pants for a few more moments, unable to catch his breath completely. “Oh you’re too good, baby, not gonna last like this.”

“Please, I wanna feel you come like this. I’ll feel everything.” You urge him on, your hips absolutely screaming at you to move, to do something. Your hand reaches behind you to his cheek, cupping it and scraping your fingertips along his beard. He buries his head in your shoulder, turning his lips towards your neck.

“I- shit,” Joel groans out, sweat coating his forehead, and you feel his hips twitch underneath you so you double down, pressing your body down into his, trying to give him as little room to move as possible.

“Just like this. Don’t move,” you assure him. You feel him nod into your shoulder, and a whimper passes through his lips that you’ve never heard before. You feel yourself clench around his length at the power trip you’re on, and Joel’s sounds become louder as you cunt tries to milk the orgasm out of him. Your own quiet moans intermix with his and you feel your walls squeeze him, a reminder of just how god damned full you are.

“You’re so big, feels so fucking good…” you murmur, letting your fingertips trail along your leg. You snake a hand between your thighs, letting your finger just rest on your clit, the pressure heavenly in its aching state. You squirm enough that Joel notices, and his hands fly to your hips in a death grip.

“Stop movin’, honey, fuck, please,” Joel begs, his panting, growling breaths stuttering out against your shoulders.

“I can’t… it’s too much,” you whimper, squirming a little more. You’re close too, you can feel it, the overstimulation of Joel’s cock just pressing in the same devastatingly perfect spots inside of you is starting to get to you, a steady build of pleasure swirling in your stomach.

“Come for me, Joel,” you whisper with a heady voice, turning your neck as much as you can to see his face.

He lets out a soft whimper that trails off into a little moan, and you feel it all - his hips bucking up slightly into you, trying to press deeper even though there’s no more room left to give, his warm ropes of cum spilling into you, coating you, marking you as his.

“Jesus,” you whisper, feeling your cunt clench around him as it tries to pull out everything he’s got. Joel breathes heavily against your back before flopping his head back with a satisfied sigh. You follow suit, resting back against him in exhaustion, and Joel winces and lets out a yelp.

“My back, baby, careful,” he cries out with a grunt, and you sit forward instantly.

“Shit, s-sorry.” You begin to lift your hips, Joel’s cock wet and heavy as it slides out of you, leaving you so much more empty than you’ve ever felt before. You could’ve lived just like that, full of him, held by him, for the rest of your days.

“‘M sorry, honey, should’ve been able to…” Joel starts, his cheeks flushed and forehead shining still, but you shush him.

“That was perfect,” you say, smiling brightly to reassure him. You sit next to Joel on the couch, letting one of your arms drape around his torso.

“Alright, that’s all you get today. Strictly resting the back from here on out, okay?” you say more sternly, rubbing his chest.

“Oh, yes ma’am,” Joel chuckles, and pauses for a beat, deep in thought. “Look at you, honey. Can’t even believe sometimes this is the same girl I met in June. Bossin’ me around, now.” Joel’s eyes flash mischievously at you.

“N-no, I just… I want you to feel good - feel better. Not bossing…” you stammer out, the sudden, unconventional compliment from him sending your mind scrambling and face going pink. You shrink down onto the couch slightly, feeling exposed.

“See she’s still in there,” Joel chuckles as you nervously fall apart in front of him, and you give him a shy smile reminiscent of the ones you had when you two first met. “‘S’okay, just givin’ you a hard time. I’ll be a good patient now.” Joel pinches your cheek quickly before letting out a long sigh, leaning back further into the couch and wincing slightly.

You spend the rest of the morning and afternoon coercing Joel into letting you take care of him, and by the evening, he’s complete putty in your hands. He’s fully accepted your care at this point - letting you remind him when to take the heating pad off again without any grumbling, throwing more Advil his way, reminding him to walk around every so often to keep the muscles moving. By the evening, when you offer to run out to pick up dinner for you two, Joel immediately protests with an uncharacteristic whine, swinging an arm around you to hold you down onto the couch.

“What if we jus’ ordered in, hm? Then y’don’t have to leave me,” he asks you, brown eyes going into full begging mode. Joel Miller giving you puppy dog eyes might just be your new favorite thing, you’ve decided, as you smile widely at the sight.

“Oh, you can’t look at me like that, then I’ll never leave,” you reply, tilting your head as you study this completely new expression on Joel’s face.

“That’s kinda the idea, sweetheart,” Joel says, smirking a little now, letting up on the absolutely soul crushing look he was giving you.

“Well it’s working,” you snip teasingly. “I’ll stay with you then, won’t leave for even a minute.”

“Good,” Joel sighs in relief and relaxes back onto the couch, a satisfied grin on his face.

Joel hardly lets go of you the entire night, arms wrapping around you in any way he can, always pulling you back into him. Even while you’re sleeping, you stir several times when he presses you close again, the heat of his broad chest radiating into your back. You realize that he’s still awake, a restless energy radiating off of him. Your eyes flutter open and you see his eyes cast down, studying you as you turn your head to look up at him.

“What is it?” you whisper hoarsely. “Your back?”

“No, no, that’s feelin’ much better. Jus’ lookin’, go back to sleep now, darlin’,” he replies, smoothing a hand down the side of your head. You raise an eyebrow but feel too half asleep still to pay him much mind or find a retort to tease him with. Instead, you find yourself turning in his arms to face him, burying your head in his chest, warm and steadily moving with his breaths. His dusting of salt and pepper hair tickles your skin just slightly, not enough to bother you, just enough to remind you exactly who you’re close to right now.

You suddenly feel restless as well despite your heavy eyes and the late hour, the image of the way Joel was just looking at you burned into your mind. Your heart lurches a little and peek your eyes open, yearning to catch him again as you tilt your head up to find his eyes meet you again in the dark of the room.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” you mumble accusingly from his chest.

You feel Joel shrug a little bit around you. “Jus’ cant right this minute. Feelin’ like… I could lose you.”

“Lose me… wh-“ you stutter, trying to blink the sleep out of your eyes a few more times. “No, you aren’t. You won’t."

“Did it once,” Joel says solemnly.

“You never really lost me, though.”

Joel remains silent, his brow furrowed slightly, and you can see the deep set lines on his forehead through the little slivers of moonlight streaming in through the curtains.

“You know that, right?” you ask, and Joel’s continued silence answers it for you before he gives a small shake of his head.

“I was always yours… I knew I’d never get over it, even if I had moved on, I couldn’t move on from what you left me with, if that makes sense.”

“Suppose it does,” Joel says quietly.

“You’ve had…” you swallow, trying to push back tears that seem hellbent on escaping from your eyes. “A profound effect on me, Joel.”

“Oh, darlin’,” Joel responds, placing a kiss on your forehead. “Never would have moved on, either. Never…” he stumbles on the last few works, his mouth trying to work in as many kisses as he can on your hairline.

“So we’re really doing this, right Joel? We’re… us again?” you ask, seeming like the answer is already sitting in this conversation you’d just had, but needing to hear it anyways.

“As long as it’s what you’re wantin’, sweetheart. I was all in last night… still am. Been all in since you let me into your life again. This ain’t just a one time lapse in judgment or somethin’, if that’s what you’re worried about. This is the whole damn thing for me.”

You swallow heavily, a knot stuck in your throat at Joel’s words. “You are, too,” you whisper hoarsely, burying your head into his chest again. “The whole damn thing.”

“God…” Joel whispers, his voice cracking underneath the hoarseness of it. “Thank you,” he adds on in a murmur, and you’re not sure who he’s even thanking at this point, but you can just feel the relief sink into his body as he relaxes, melting into you.

After a while of laying in a comfortable silence, you finally start to doze off again, but Joel’s hand moves up your back to the back of your head, jostling you awake slightly. He’s sending loving strokes along your hair, his touch the most tender you’ve ever felt it somehow. It’s no softer physically than other ways he’s touched you, but the intention behind it shines through, flowing out of his fingertips and warming your skin. You can sense the thickness in the air, the way he’s looking at you with the care of still unspoken words, and you finally get the courage to blink sleepily up at him.

“Sweet girl…” he whispers, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips, but his eyes are too entranced, mind too busy with his thoughts of you to fully commit to it. You give him a bright, closed lip smile, feeling the corners of your eyes crinkle as you sigh into the way he’s still delicately sliding his hand along your hair.

He murmurs your name like a prayer on his lips and you know the next words out of his mouth, but you still buzz, the anticipation of watching his lips part in what feels like slow motion as you await the inevitable, world changing sounds that will fall from them.

“I love you.”

The words reach your ears in a kind of haze, as if they’re far away, quiet, and taking their sweet time to get to you. Your head suddenly spins, not realizing how deeply you’d needed to hear those words uttered from Joel’s tongue, and for how long. You’d known for months now you were madly, deeply, irrationally, infuriatingly in love with Joel Miller. It made you want to pull your own hair out some days, and others made you want to crawl as close as you could possibly get to him, to mold you into the same person, share the same skin. It was a sickening, panicked love - one you knew you could never live without unless you wanted a whole part of yourself to be missing. Rough but sweet, calloused but soft, all of the things that were you and Joel separately and you and Joel together. It hurt so badly that it started to feel good, to know you were loved by Joel.

“I -” you mumble, the surprising sting of tears behind your eyes instantly brimming and threatening to fall. You blink quickly and suck in your breath, an added pressure to a body that already feels close to bursting with the whirlwind of emotions you feel right now.

“I love you.”

Joel lets your return of his sentiment sink in for several quiet moments, simply him breathing heavily with his forehead pressed against yours, eyes closed.

“I-I’m not always good with sayin’ things how I need them to come out, so… c-can I show you?” Joel says, voice low as he shifts his body to turn so he’s completely facing you.

“Show me?” Your heart picks up at his movement, the change in his tone, the tense air that surrounds the two of you.

“How much… I love you.” He pulls you flush, your warmth mingling with his, your bodies close to practically becoming the same person.

“J-joel…” you gasp out, feeling your lungs constrict and heart ready to burst out of your chest. He’s hard and soft everywhere, his muscles holding you tightly but lovingly - you’re so safe here, so beloved. His cock aches against you already, nothing separating the two of you since you’d both fallen asleep naked, the length of him pressing against your thigh.

“Can I?” he asks again, not impatiently, but simply that he’s desperate to give this to you, for you to know what he’s feeling.

“Yes,” you breathe out, nodding. “Show me.”

“So much… so much…” Joel’s words trail into a whisper as his lips meet yours, passionate but gentle, mouth immediately opening into yours. Long, sensual kisses as his tongue begs for entry and you permit it, nearly gasping at the way he feels right now - a tense control over himself, wanting to show you everything sweet he has in there, that his roughness can be loving, too. You can barely breathe, moaning into his mouth as your hips grind into nothing, seeking out more of him.

Your bodies meld together at once, his cock sliding between your legs as you both quickly solve the puzzle of the best way to interlock your bodies together, barely having to put any thought into it. It’s so natural with Joel, it always has been. Your hand slides under his neck and around to his back, leg thrown over his hip as he lays on his side, pulling you in closer.

He teases you only a few times, dragging his hard length through your slit with a few lazy thrusts of his hips to gather up your arousal. At your whimpering noises he pulls his mouth off of yours to gaze at you with a heady stare.

“Lemme look at you,” Joel says, his hand coming up cup your cheek, a sense of home right in his fingertips. You lean yourself into it, sighing as you look into the familiar sight of his eyes, pupils blown out with need, but there’s a delicacy there, a desire beyond his usual hunger. His fingers curl around the back of your head as they gently grasp your hair into his hand. His eyes search your face, bouncing around your features, and you’re unsure of what he’s looking for, what he’s thinking.

“Never looked more beautiful, baby,” he marvels, his voice a hoarse whisper as he slowly pulls his hips back and then pushes them forward, letting the head of his cock sit at your entrance for a moment before tentatively pushing in further. You gasp, clutching onto his back and digging your nails in at the slow, gorgeous stretch of him moving into you. You both breathe out shakily, a long sigh of relief at feeling the other’s body fitting so perfectly together.

Joel’s lips find yours again with slow, tender kisses as he starts to move his hips. Your entire body shudders at the unhurried movements of his cock dragging in and out of you, slow and messy. His lips lose some of their accuracy now too, catching the corners of your mouth, inching down to your jawline and neck as he buries himself in you. You’re both letting every sound you need leave your lips, little moans and whimpers filling the room accompanied by the noises your bodies are creating together as you get impossibly more wet, coating him, leaking around him and down onto both of your thighs.

“Jesus, Joel,” you whine, barely able to take just how heavenly it feels to be wholly his in this moment.

Your eyes flutter as your pussy clenches around him, the gentle thrusts making you absolutely wild. Joel was right - you can feel every morsel of his love like this - the way he’s pouring everything he has into you now.

“I’ll give y’everything, angel, make you so happy if you let me, oh f-fuck,” Joel stutters out, splaying his hand out on your lower back to help press you closer with each inward push he makes into your pussy. “Make you all mine, always, if y’let me, if y’want me to…” Joel sounds like he could nearly start to cry with the intensity of the moment, caught up in the way he’s expressing his emotions to you.

“Always, always… want you, Joel,” you whisper back as you pant with need, starting to feel a warm heat coiling in your core. “Forever,” you say without a care, not bothering to think about the heavy meaning of the word, knowing you mean it well past the heat of the moment you’re in right now. Knowing you’d say it to Joel again and again in the light of day, the heat of the night, and any time in between.

“Forever, angel.”

Joel’s thrusts gain speed, not much, but enough that both of you are edging closer to a climax by the second, the both of you panting promises to each other through all of the moans and whimpers. You’re both drenched in sweat, sloppy and wet all over, your bodies not offering an inch of space from the other as your lips clash over and over, barely even recognizing where any of your movements together begin and end. It’s pure perfection - beyond anything Joel has shown you before, reserved and only possible in a moment like this one.

Everywhere Joel presses inside of you starts to ignite, your entire body becoming desperately taut as you feel a warmth tingling throughout you, spreading from where Joel is hitting so perfectly.

“I’m gonna come, Joel, make me come, j-just like that,” you manage to say, your brain starting to go blank with thoughts of only Joel, only this pleasure.

“Oh, honey, so good, lemme feel you,” Joel encourages you, keeping the exact pace he was on to get you over the edge.

You cry out, long moans as everything snaps suddenly, and Joel’s arms wrap tightly around you, shielding you and pressing you into his chest as you shudder, your entire body overtaken by this pleasure.

“Good girl, good girl, good girl,” Joel chants, pressing himself as deep as he can repeatedly, helping you ride out your high. He watches your face intently, the way your eyes are screwed shut and mouth agape, gasping and moaning for him. His hand grips tightly around your face, dwarfing it underneath his long, thick fingers. “Love my good girl.”

His words send you whimpering in ecstasy as you feel seemingly never ending waves of your climax hitting you, your cunt fluttering and squeezing Joel’s cock over and over. Joel gasps and you can feel his body shaking against yours, urged on by the way yours is responding to him.

“Gonna come too… squeezin’ me so good like that…” Joel says, panting harder now. “Let me fill you up, get you full of me, baby.” Joel rambles on, his body purely concentrated on climaxing as he sloppily ruts his hips into you a few more times before burying himself to the hilt with a long grunt.

“Fill me up,” you whine as you feel him spilling into you, nearly wanting to come again at how good it feels to have him give himself to you like this. A final groan and then Joel collapses, his body rolling further into yours and you sigh out a sound of pure contentment, letting yourself press back into Joel. He kisses your face, peppering you with languid, lazy presses of his lips, and you can feel his mind is scrambled, elsewhere right now.

“D’you see? What you do to me?” he asks quietly in between kisses.

You nod into him. “Same as what you do to me.”

He gives an exhausted chuckle and you can feel the smile tug on his lips as they sit against your skin.

“I found your note,” you blurt out, unsure of where the thought even came from so suddenly. You feel Joel stiffen and then open your eyes to see the flash of recognition on Joel’s face and he softens even further.

“‘M glad you did,” he replies, his hand starting to stroke along your back. You feel goosebumps tickle you at his touch even with your skin still blazing and damp from the way he’d just fucked you. “Hate that y’read it at such a bad time, but I swear, meant every word of it.”

“I know you did. It… made me realize…” you say, trailing off into your own thoughts, remembering the mixed emotions of the day you’d read his words scrawled out for you, seeing on paper for the first time that he loves you.

“What, hm? Realize what?” he presses you, quiet and soft.

“It’ll always be you, Joel.”

He’d hardly let you out of his sight the entire week other than work, bringing you back home with him every night, and dropping you off to work in the morning. A man possessed, or re-possessed, you supposed, his hands finding you every chance they got - a commanding hand on your thigh the minute you got in his car, his grip tight around your waist the second the front door closed behind the two of you, lips finding any part of your skin he could see.

He was frenzied yet controlled, somehow always a paradox of some sort with Joel. His fear of experiencing the loss he’d felt when you two were apart was too much for him to bear, too painful to even consider possible again, so he kept pulling you close, “I love you”’s whispered in the most mundane of moments - you’d heard it countless times over the last week, always happy to return the words.

Now that you’d both said it, you were unstoppable. I love you I love you I love you. You think the words whenever you see him, a constant loop playing in the background of your mind. You speak the words when he catches your eye too long, falling like a mantra from your lips over and over, making sure he understands the truth of it all. You’re both desperately trying to make sure the other knows the depth of your obsession, your love, for each other.

You find yourself lost in your thoughts as you sit in the shade provided by the house’s shadow in the mid morning sun, feet tucked up under you on one of Joel’s cushy outdoor chairs. After practically keeping you at his house the entire week, today Joel insisted on mowing the lawn despite him complaining about his bad back the rest of the entire week. You’d done your best to keep him from overexerting himself, but if you’ve learned anything at all about Joel Miller, he’ll always be a stubborn man with a mind of his own.

You clutch the most recent book on your to-be-read list in your lap, your other hand on a warm mug of coffee. Joel’s made another pot of it, just because you yawned one too many times, insisting that you needed more caffeine if you were going to keep up with the plans he had for you later. You take a long sip, savoring the flavor, the coffee tasting better only because the man you love made it for you. You peer up from your book, the loud buzzing of the lawn mower breaking through your concentration again, and you’re met with a sight you’d gladly let steal your attention any day.

Joel’s white shirt is soaking through with sweat, an unseasonably warm autumn day that had prompted Joel to do yard work in the first place. He pauses mowing the lawn to lift his shirt up, wiping the gathering perspiration from his forehead quickly, and as he grips the lawn mower again, he catches you watching him. His face instantly lights up, a sweet little smile that he only shares with you, like a secret language you’re learning to read better each day. When his expression suddenly turns a bit more devious, he makes sure to wipe his face off once more for good measure, giving you a free show of his glistening torso. His eyes taunt you after, brows raised expectantly for a few moments, and you return the gesture with your own brows, letting Joel know exactly how you feel about what you’re seeing.

Something about the whole scene feels familiar, that odd sense of déjà vu creeping up on you and making the hairs on your neck stand up a little bit despite the heat in the air. You try to put your finger on it, and it’s not until your roaming gaze lingers across the fence, catching on the large oak tree in your parents back yard that it strikes you.

The way you used to lay right there and watch Joel do the exact thing you are right now, and relishing in the sight all the same. Trying to be inconspicuous, thinking he’d never notice the neighbor girl trying to catch a glimpse as he sweat and glistened under the hot sun. You’d let your mind wander as you watched him, questioning what things would be like if you’d ever get the courage to speak to him, if he’d ever even give you the time of day. Oh, how wrong you’d been, how completely wrong to think Joel couldn’t look at you that way.

You can’t help but marvel a bit at the memories, seeing where you are now, across that fence and having Joel go so far as to want you to watch him so blatantly now. Some things never change, but you realize that you surely have. You hardly recognize the girl you were back in June - so unsure of herself, wondering what she could be worth to anyone, let alone a man like Joel. But you now realized that while you’re certainly intent on keeping Joel around for… well, the rest of your life, at the least he’s left you with so much to carry on inside of yourself.

Joel catches your daydream-like expression as he finishes his mowing and approaches you. You now get a closer look at just how god damned handsome he is, and you feel lucky all over again, tears coming to your eyes unexpectedly. It nearly feels like a dream - the way the sun lights him up from behind, his broad form and muscles shining so delightfully, so pleasing to the eye. The way his face, every feature loved by you in its own special way, has already gone softer at seeing the tears in your eyes as he walks towards you.

Everything about this little moment in time feels indescribable to you, nostalgia and tender heartedness and love overflowing inside of you. You grasp onto your current reality and hold on tight, wanting to live inside this day over and over if you can, wanting this one truth to stay feeling perfectly clear to you - you’re simply… happy.

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Are You On Mute | Part Two

Pairing: Benny Miller x Female Reader

Word Count: 3k Part 1 | Part 2 AO3 Link

Benny Miller Masterlist

Summary: These two are back again but this time the tables are turned.

Warning: Smut, with some plot? Established relationship. Oral (m receiving), unprotected P in V (practice safe sex IRL), Benny Miller comes with his own warning. Blink and you'll miss a Papi reference (I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me). A/N: I had thots, this is what came from them. I have also only read through this once and am deciding to post it so I’m going to go crawl in a hole and hope it sounds coherent. K love you byeeee

“Babe, I’m going to be late,” you giggle as Benny comes up behind you, pressing you into the bathroom counter. He wraps his arms around your waist and nibbles your ear, his stubble lightly scratching against your skin. You tilt your head exposing more of your neck, inviting him to trail kisses down, which he eagerly does.

“Say there’s traffic,” his mouth barely leaves your throat as he starts to snake his hand up to pull on the zipper at the front of your blouse.

“Uh uh,” you grab his hand, turning around in his arms. “We can’t babe, I can’t be late today, I have to interview someone first thing.”

Today was one of your most dreaded days of the week, an in-office day. Although most days were busy, the days you were in the office were ratcheted up a level. Everyone wanted to take advantage of being in person to meet or chit-chat. And today was no exception with several people from your New York office in town for the week. On top of that, you were interviewing for an assistant. After several rounds, you think you finally found the one. You blocked off your calendar first thing so you had time to review their resume once.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you look at it, your menace of a boyfriend had caused you to run behind and rush through getting ready this morning. You already knew he would be in a mood to see you all dressed up for work, so you set your alarm a little extra early to account for some morning activities – which took place on your bed and on the bathroom counter. Now, as you’re putting on the final touches of your makeup, it appears he’s trying for round three.

“You’re in super boss lady mode today, babe, I can’t help myself,” he pushes out his bottom lip in a pout and lays it on thick with some puppy dog eyes to boot.

You playfully roll your eyes and pop up on your tip toes to give him a kiss, “I have to finish getting ready, you’ve distracted me enough.” You give one more kiss and turn on your heels to grab your blazer out of the closet along with your heels. His breath hitches when he sees the heels you picked out, remembering the last time you wore them … for him.

“Fuck. You're wearing those?” He follows you down the hall.

“Oh, these?” You innocently dangle them in front of you. “I think they match my outfit, don't you think?” You give a little wiggle as you do a turn for him.

He closes the distance between you, walking you against the wall, pressing himself against you. “You know what you're fuck me heels do to me,” he growls in your ear, sending a delicious tingle down your spine.

“I know, Papi, that's why I'm wearing them,” you whisper in his ear, biting it, before moving out of his grasp and down to the kitchen with a smirk.

He's left there resting his head against the wall, “Goddamn, I’m marrying her,” he says to himself before pushing himself off the wall. He trails you like a lost puppy, while you skitter about getting your bag together and packing a few snacks.

“You gonna be home today?” You look over your shoulder as you pour some coffee into a travel mug.

He sighs, realizing you’re very much serious about having to leave. “Uh, yeah. I’m gonna go to the gym soon after you leave and then we have a couple of calls for some new clients.”

“Oh yeah, you all have that big one today, right?” You turn to see him nod as he throws his hair in a bun, that menace. “That would be so awesome if you guys got it, babe.”

“Yeah, it’d be the biggest yet for sure.”

“What time’s your call?”

“Uh, not sure, Will has it all on his calendar, he just tells me when to dial in,” he smiles as you shake your head.

“You have a shitty memory, Benny Miller.” You wrap your arms around his waist and give him another kiss.

“Except about you, I remember everything about my girl.” His kiss is more urgent, his grip on your waist tightening as you open your mouth and let his tongue start to explore. You can’t help the moan that comes out as you press yourself closer to him.

Behind you, Will clears his throat, causing you to jump a bit. You laugh into Benny’s chest as he brings one of his large hands to cup the back of your head, cradling you against him. You're embarrassed that his brother has once again caught you two.

“Sorry to interrupt.” You can hear the smirk in Will’s voice as he walks into the kitchen.

“H-hey, Will, I was ah just about to go,” you secure the lid of your travel mug and slip on your heels, seeing Benny tense up a bit at the sight of you all dressed up.

“Have a good day! Love you, baby,” Benny calls after you as you hurry out the door.

“Love you too!” you yell back as you close the door. “Good luck today!”

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The morning has gone by painfully slow. Your interview, however, was the one bright spot. The candidate was amazing and you already told HR to make the offer quickly so you don't lose them. You're checking emails before heading to your next meeting when your phone buzzes.

Benny: I miss you

You: Aw bun, I miss you too. How was the gym?

Benny: Pretty good, my second favorite way to get sweaty 😉

You bite your lower lip, shaking your head. He knows what he's doing. As you try and think of a witty response you get another text. A mirror selfie from the gym locker room. He’s got his black basketball shorts on with no shirt and his sweaty hair half up in a bun. You press your thighs together, remembering how it felt to run your hands through his hair this morning.

You: It’s not fair to send me that while I’m at work.

Benny: I don’t know what you mean. 😇

You roll your eyes when an idea pops into your head. Well, two can play that game.

You quickly get up to close your office door, locking it for good measure, and head back to your desk. You undo the zipper at the front of your blouse down to where your bra is visible – the lacy blue one that Benny loves so much.

Swallowing hard and taking a deep breath you lean back in your chair, propping your legs up on your desk and crossing your ankles. You hitch your skirt up a little bit too. It was tricky to try and angle it so he could see both your chest and your legs but you managed.

You take a few shots and look through them, trying to not nitpick how you look. You know Benny is going to be beside himself when he gets this photo since it’s your first time doing something like this from the office. It was easier to surprise him with a sexy photo or video when you were working from home. Zipping your blouse back up and straightening your skirt, you pick a photo and send it to him and then put your phone face down on your desk and head out.

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You come back from your meeting and smile when you see you have several texts from Benny.

Benny: Holy shit. What did I do to deserve that?

Benny: You look sexy as fuck. Can’t I be your assistant?

Benny: How am I supposed to concentrate now?

Then, your mouth goes dry when the latest one comes in.

Benny: Fuck, look what you did. Wish you were here to take care of me…

He sends you a photo of himself sitting on the couch, and you let out a shaky breath seeing how hard his dick is through his shorts.

“Hey, we're all going to T Flats for lunch, wanna come?” Renee pops into your office startling you.

“Ah, n-no, I gotta run home real quick. Family stuff, something ah, came up,” you let out a nervous laugh. “But, next week I'll definitely go with you all!”

“Suit yourself, more tacos for the rest of us!”

As soon as she leaves you grab your purse and rush out.

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Will’s Jeep is gone when you arrive at the house, but Benny’s car is there. You can only assume Will decided to go into the office for these calls. Well, you know why he takes every opportunity to be there, it was a day Miranda was in the office. You make a point to ask Benny about that later, but for now, you are on a mission and he is your target.

You hear his low voice coming from the bedroom as soon as you walk in. Since he left the door open, he can see you coming down the hallway. He sits up with a smirk, tilting his head and arching his eyebrows as you take off your blazer and leave it in the hallway.

You run your tongue along your bottom lip as you undo the zipper of your blouse stopping just under your bra as you lean against the door frame. He looks a bit dumbfounded to see you and fumbles with his phone, putting it on speaker before placing it on the nightstand and rushing over to you

“Are you on mute?” you raise your eyebrows, hands on your hips.

“Yes ma’am, I am,” he kisses you, one hand reaching for your ass and the other cupping your face. It's urgent but soft and caring at the same time.

You pull back, “Well, I don’t want to distract you while you’re on your call,” you tut, feigning an innocent look.

“Please fucking distract me, babe. Fuck you look so good…so beautiful,” he kisses you again, running his hand down your side.

“Who’s this call with?”

“Just the guys, we got the job, babe!” He smiles into your kiss.

You pull back, beaming, “What? That’s awesome!”

“Yeah, they loved my idea and they want us to start as soon as we can, so Will is trying to sort out the schedule.”

“Mmm, well, I think some congratulations are in order then,” you wink, taking him by the hand and leading him back towards the bed. “Sit down.”

He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he nods and gets on the bed. From the phone on the nightstand, you hear Santiago going on and on about who knows what, with Will chiming in occasionally.

You go to slip your shoes off and he stops you. “I don't know what you've got planned in that pretty head of yours, but the heels stay on,” he says a bit more firmly, causing the slick to start to pool between your legs.

The bed dips as you rest on your knee next to Benny’s hip before swinging your other leg over to straddle him. He’s grinning ear to ear and you can start to feel him get hard.

You lean forward, kissing along his chin over to his ear where you whisper, “I’ve been thinking about you all morning.”

His grip on your thighs tightens as you move down to his neck, sucking lightly against where his neck meets his shoulder. You press against his chest so he lays all the way down as you trail kisses down over his T-shirt until you reach his waist, pausing to look up at him through your eyelashes. He smirks and lets out a shaky breath as you start to move his shirt up with your teeth.

“S-shit, baby.” He whimpers as you run your tongue up his abs, tracing the ridges of his lean stomach muscles. “What’d I do you deserve this?”

You move further up towards his chest and start to swirl around his nipple just as you hear, “Ben? Ben you there?”

“Fuck,” he says, scrambling to get the phone from the nightstand and flipping himself off mute. “Ah, s-sorry, yea, ha sorry, I couldn’t find the damn mute button,” he winks at you.

It’s Frankie asking him something but you aren’t paying attention. Benny responds to Frankie’s question and you hesitate about whether or not to stop, you’re looking at him with a soft smile. He gets so excited and so passionate talking about this stuff, and it frankly turns you on more than it should given the topic.

He’s trying to avoid your gaze as he talks, but he can’t stop touching you. He runs his hand up and down your thigh, before stopping to thread his fingers through yours. He pulls your hand up to his face, placing a gentle kiss on the inside of your wrist as Santiago asks a question.

You decide to tease him a little by starting to slowly grind against him. It feels good, but you know it’s going to feel a lot better once you can get his pants off. Remembering how he’s distracted you at work before too, you decide to give him a little payback. You lay him back on the bed, undo the rest of your zipper, and take off your shirt, throwing it on the side of the bed.

His breath hitches as he sees your bra. Your skirt has bunched up at this point and you move off the bed to slip it off. His eyes follow you as you get up and slowly let the skirt fall to the floor. His eyes bulge as he sees the matching panties you have on. You do a little turn just to make sure he gets a full view of everything.

“Baby, Jesus Christ, you’re killing me,” he laughs.

“Babe, are you muted?”

“Yeah, look,” he shows you the phone, the mute button turned on.

“Good,” you give him a devilish smirk before you climb back on top of him. “How much longer do you have for your call?”

“Fuck, I don’t know, hopin’ Pope shuts up soon so I can fuck my girl,” he laughs, his hands coming back to your waist, moving down to feel the silk of your panties as you straddle him again. He closes his eyes, steadying his breath as he clears his throat hearing his name called again to answer a question.

As he’s talking, you tease him again, bringing your hands behind your back to undo the clasp of your bra. You hold the material in front of you, looking down at Benny who’s biting his lip. He takes a deep breath and continues talking so you decide to slowly move your bra down your front. He goes to sit up and you push his chest back down shaking your head.

You can tell he’s getting frustrated by the incessant follow-ups, all he wants to do is end this call. He’s balling up his fist, bucking up against you out of instinct which makes a giggle escape as you cover your mouth, your eyes going wide.

“What was that?” You hear Will ask.

“No-nothing, I didn’t hear anything,” Benny manages to say as he covers his mouth, trying not to laugh.

Pope chimes in with another question and you move off the bed onto your knees so you can pull Benny’s shorts down. He springs free and your mouth starts to water as you kiss up his thigh.

The conversation on the phone has moved on to something about scheduling or invoices or something, you hear Will dominating the conversation. Benny puts the phone back on mute, tosses it somewhere on the bed, and pushes himself up on his elbows to look at you.

“You look so pretty,” he presses up further, cupping your face and bringing you up to kiss him.

“Lay back, Ben. Let me take care of you.”

He does as you say and you lightly use your thumb and forefinger to grasp around his length as you take his head in your mouth, swirling your tongue over the slit, collecting what’s waiting for you. Benny lets out a shaky breath and you look up at him as you relax your throat and take him all the way down to the base which elicits a groan. You guide him in and out of your mouth, your hand there to help give a little extra pressure just the way he likes it.

His hips buck up into your mouth and you hear his whimpers as he tells you how beautiful you look and praises you for how good you’re making him feel. You smile as you continue taking him in and out, moans coming out from the depths of your throat.

“I need to feel you, baby,” he rasps.

You pull him all the way out with a loud pop and shuffle up to take your underwear off. He grabs your wrists and shakes his head, “No time, just here,” he pulls you up, moving your underwear to the side and guiding you down onto him. You both let out groans that sound sinful as he rests his head back on the bed.

You start to grind, leaning forward over him, an angle you preferred because not only did his dick feel amazing, but he was able to play with your breasts too. He takes one in his mouth, teasing your nipple with the flick of his tongue as the other alternates between gentle kneading and a more forceful grasp.

“I’m not going to last long baby, you’re so fucking hot,” he manages despite his labored breathing. “You close?”

You bring your forehead against his and nod, “Yeah, I, ah, yeah.”

In a move that happens quickly, he flips you onto your back and starts to thrust harder.

“Ben? Goddammit, what the fuck is up with you?” Pope chastizes.

The phone is just above your head and you grab it and unmute.

“Sorry, B-Ben, is a little busy right now boys. I’m sure you’ll understand.”

You hang up the phone and Benny stills, his mouth hanging open wide in shock at what you did. “Holy fucking shit, that was amazing.”

“Where were we? I need to get back to work.”

“Yes ma’am.”

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Mafia Book #2 - PART I - The Black Iris - Chapter 8 - The bad guy

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Chapter 7 | PART II - The Withered Rose

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PART I - THE BLACK IRIS

Chapter 8 - The bad guy

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~10 hours before flying to Italy~

~Iris' POV~

"You finished packing?" Chris asked without raising his gaze from the newspaper in his hands. We were both in the kitchen; I was making a coffee, and he was waiting for everyone to come back from whichever errand they were on.

"Yea. All done. Why are you reading the newspaper?"

"Sometimes enemy gangs organise rebellions and form alliances by using keywords in the columns."

"No way!" I exclaimed.

"Yes way. Look, this one for example might sound normal to the general public."

He handed me the newspaper where a column was highlighted.

"Monthly gardeners meeting: Seeking passionate rose gardeners.

Would your heart bloom along the red roses? Would you find joy in discussing this passion among other gardeners?

If so, contact us at X5DK20 and inquire about our monthly meetings."

"This... makes no sense."

"It's the perfect advertisement. A person with no interest in gardening wouldn't even pay it any mind, let alone read it carefully enough to figure out it's a sham. Someone who would actually care about gardening would just call and they'd be told it's not available."

"But... what? I don't get it. How would you know...?"

"Why don't you give it a try?" He pointed to my mobile phone that was lying on the table screen down. "Call and see what they say."

I grabbed it reluctantly and dialled the number, and someone responded after a few rings.

"Hello, I saw an ad in the newspaper about a monthly gardeners meeting?"

"Yes, thank you for calling, could you please tell us the three most important roses for any garden?"

"Three most important roses?" I look at Chris, who just shrugged and chuckled.

"We are sorry ma'am. It appears all the spots for the meeting have been occupied. Thank you for your interest." And with that, they hung up.

"See?" Chris was still chuckling.

"I'm super confused right now."

"There used to be a powerful Mafia called The Scarlet Rose. They've been trying to revive it for some time."

"Oh, didn't you mention it before? The woman you loved was part of it, right...?"

He nodded. "We've been trying to find all the people who want to bring that mafia back, but we haven't had too much success yet. When you're back from Italy, you have to get to work too." He smiled, and I chuckled.

"Of course. Han taught me a lot. I will help him."

"Good. By the way, Minho has one last meeting to finish up all the details for the shipment, and said he'll meet you at the airport. Since I.N is the only one here with nothing to do, he's gonna take you."

I nodded. I've never actually spoken to I.N until now, so I bet the three-hour long trip to the airport will be really fun.

A few hours later, an uncertain knock on the door, barely audible, took me out of my thoughts.

"We should get going. Ready?" Jeongin asked as soon as I opened the door.

I nodded and he stepped in the room uninvited, grabbing the two suitcases.

"Wait, let me-"

"That's fine." He shrugged me off and brushed over me, carrying both suitcases down the stairs. When we reached the car, he put everything in the trunk and hopped in the driver's seat, without paying me any mind.

I settled myself in the passenger seat next to him and he turned on the radio and started to drive without saying anything to me.

The airport was pretty far away, and after a little while of going through fields and forests, the road became quite familiar, but it was hard to tell.

"Oh, I think I recognise this place." I started, and eyed Jeongin, but he didn't show anything on his face.

"Really?" He asked drily.

"Yea, I believe this is where you've buried Emilia, right?"

He side-eyed me and hummed a bit.

Something seemed off, for some reason. Was it his mannerisms that were sending alarm bells to my brain?

"Chris told me you don't go there that often."

"Mhm."

"Too bad we don't have enough time, we could've paid her a visit." I pressed further, but he just shrugged.

Something about his indifference made my mind uneasy.

"I love that you buried her next to that large chestnut tree. It's really beautiful."

"Thanks."

I froze.

Jeongin buried her alone.

He never comes to her grave.

But still, he loved her as much as Chris.

Something doesn't add up.

Why doesn't he remember what the place he buried her looks like?

"Except there's no tree." I whispered and looked at him uneasy, and he gulped.

"It's been a long time since I've been there." He replied quietly.

Still, it didn't add up. You don't forget shit like this, especially since it's a defining event that builds you as a person. Burying the one you love is traumatising enough to make you remember every fucking small detail.

He kept silent the rest of the ride and I was deep in thought, trying to make sense of the newly found information. Jeongin was behaving too weird, and maybe other people wouldn't have noticed, but I spent many years observing mannerisms, and I couldn't help but notice the way he leaned back in his seat and the strength with which he held the wheel. Also, he kept tapping his index finger on the wheel and he seemed tense. Actually, he seemed like he tried not to seem tense.

Jeongin loved Emilia.

He was the last person to see her alive, and he buried her on his own.

He never comes to her grave. Moreover, he doesn't remember what that place even looks like.

And then, the penny dropped, my mind suddenly becoming clearer.

He never comes to her grave

Because she's not there.

Jeongin pulled into the airport's parking lot and took off his safety belt, and as he was preparing to get out of the car, I decided to speak up.

"She's not dead, is she?"

He stayed silent.

My breath became ragged.

"You never buried her. It's an empty grave." It felt like the start of a manic episode, and I wanted nothing more than to drive back to her grave and start digging, to check myself if there really isn't anything buried in there.

He looked at me sharply, his brows furrowed.

"What makes you say that?"

"Jeongin, don't play dumb."

He started trembling slightly, but tried to keep his composure.

"That's why I didn't want to speak to you... fuck."

He cursed, and I stood silent, watching him. When his eyes met mine, he let out another curse, then spoke.

"I dug a grave for her..."

"But she's not dead."

"I don't know..."

"Jeongin-"

"Chris can't know about this. He can't. I promised her-"

"He won't. But I need you to walk me through what happened. What really happened."

Jeongin shook his head and closed his eyes. It was obvious that this was hard on him as well.

"I-" Just as he started to talk, a knock on our window interrupted us. Minho grinned happily and opened my door, cupping my cheeks and pecking my lips.

Fucking timing.

"How's my favourite girl doing? Ready to go to Italy?"

"... yes, I'm ready." I replied, reluctant to get out of the car. Still, I got out and retrieved the two suitcases from the trunk, and Minho and I started walking towards the entrance.

I threw Jeongin one last glance, and he nodded briefly to signal goodbye. I cursed in my head more than ever, because I had Jeongin, and I would've found out every last piece of this mystery if Minho hadn't come at that exact same time.

We went inside the airport and passed through security check, and we hopped on a plane one hour later. Minho slept the whole flight, getting back his missed night's rest while he was away to figure out how the shipment to Italy was going to happen, and I was deep in my thoughts, knowing that Jeongin's secret had the power to either drive Chan crazy, or turn him completely mad.

I wasn't sure what to do with this newfound information. Actually, I wasn't sure if I should do anything at all, or just keep silent and pretend I've never learnt of this horrible misfortune. The only thing that was certain, though, was that I needed to tell Minho as soon as possible, because this shouldn't be my burden to bear alone, and then we'd figure out what to do, together.

~6 days later~

~third person POV~

"Honey, I'm home~" Minho sang while opening the door to Iris' and his holiday home. It was a small cottage on the outskirts of the town; it had a beautiful garden full of flowers, signalling an early beginning of spring.

The temperature wasn't too bad either. Quite warm, Iris would say, as she basked under the sun's warm rays, smelling the sweet fragrance of lilies and daffodils. Except she couldn't exactly enjoy it because she's been worried sick.

"You're home? Minho, is that seriously what you're telling me after almost making me have a heart attack?! I thought something happened to you!"

"Well, nothing happened! I'm here in one piece! See? Both legs, both arms, 20 fingers, all teeth!" He showed Iris each body part, chuckling a bit at his lover's worried expression.

"Minho!"

"Aww, not even married yet and she's already nagging me!" He joked again, pinching Iris' cheek, but the girl wouldn't budge. She was already wary of being left at home to wait for him while he goes alone to finish up the trade, and after waiting for him for a few days, agonising about what he could be doing or where he's at, this indifferent attitude of his really pissed her off. He noticed it as well, so he quickly changed his stance, and tried to emphasise again that he's well and nothing happened. "Come on, doll, I'm truly fine. Don't you think I'm even more handsome now that you haven't seen my face in 6 days?"

"That's not funny." She furrowed her brows. "You said you'll be gone for a day. It's been 6. I thought you were dead."

"Iris... look, it took a bit longer than expected because one of our-"

"-shipments got caught at customs." She cut him off. "Yea, I know. Chris told me, after I called him 100 times to see if he knew anything."

"Woah, straight to the boss, I see!" He gasped. "I'm truly sorry for worrying you, I didn't mean to. My phone died and I forgot to bring the external charger. Amateur mistake."

"Did no one have a fucking charger over there?"

"We were in an old mill. No electricity whatsoever, and no one was allowed to leave until the issue's been sorted out."

Iris stood silent, so Minho wrapped his arms around her, trying to comfort her. It was obvious she was still quite upset, but she was also relieved to see him alive.

"You can't die before we get married." She whispered, and he chuckled.

"Can I die after, then?"

"No. You can't. You're forced to grow old with me, to get wrinkles and become ugly."

"I will never become ugly." He retorted.

"And I will never become a young widow. And you are never going alone again."

"Okay love. I'm sorry." He put his hands on her face and pecked her nose. "Shall we go get married, then?"

Minho grabbed Iris' hand and took her to the garden, collecting a couple of flowers and improvising a bouquet. Then, he took her to a small arch made of green leaves and branches in the cottage garden where three people were patiently waiting for them.

"A priest?" She whispered, shocked. Neither of them was religious, but Minho wanted to do this by the book; he talked to the town's priest and even hired two random people to be their witnesses. "When did you even arrange this?"

"Surprise!" He chuckled. "We're doing this right. Except for the giving away part, because I'm not letting a random stranger give you away to me." He muttered quickly, and they both walked to the arch, holding hands.

The priest then began the short ceremony, and Iris could barely hold in her laughter, because everything was in damn Italian, which she couldn't speak at all. Sure, she knew her "Ciao"sand "Grazie"s, but other than that, she could only guess what the dude dressed in white was talking about.

When the moment came for them to say their "I do's and kiss, both felt the happiest in the world.

"I'm freaking starving. Maybe we should head to the town and grab a bite." Minho spoke, cuddled up to the crook of his now-wife's neck.

"No mood for cooking today?" She chuckled and gently petted his hair.

"No, I wanna rest up a bit."

"So let's go get lunch, hm?"

They slowly got dressed and decided to walk until the centre of the town and enjoy the sun for a bit more until they had to go back. They had a few days of paradise left, but Minho still had to go back home and give Chris all the important documents and intel regarding the trade, and other possible expansion plans throughout Europe. Iris also wanted to get to work, to prove herself somehow that she could truly be part of Stray Kids, not just as Minho's wife, but also as a valuable asset. This didn't mean that she wouldn't wish she had more time on her honeymoon with Minho.

They sat down outside at a small metal table in front of a little restaurant, one of the few in town, and sipped on a hot coffee while waiting for their meal to arrive.

~Iris' POV~

It was truly relaxing to just sit like this and watch the people in this town go by with their daily lives. Some people were sitting around tables, just like Minho and I, drinking lemonades and smiling ear to ear, or laughing while sharing stories; other people were hurrying to work (or so I assumed), others were already working, like the server who just brought us two drinks we decided to get as desserts.

The street itself was pretty. Despite this being a small town, people were very civilised; there was no trash on the ground, the antique buildings were taken care of well, and the centre had it all: a few restaurants, a flower shop, a bookstore, a souvenir shop and a mini market. Nothing was missing.

"Oh?" I tilted my head after noticing a little girl running out of the flower shop.

"What is it?" Minho smiled.

"That little girl there is soooooo cute!" I exclaimed and squirmed with happiness. "Her hair is so pretty and curly! Don't you think so?" I asked, and Minho turned around briefly to see the girl I was pointing to.

"Oh my, yes, she's so cute! Should we go back to our house and make one?"

"Minho!" I playfully slapped his arm.

"What?!"

"Do you think it's okay for her to be alone like that on the street?" I frowned. "Oh, nevermind, her mother is apparently getting her back."

After saying this, I diverted my attention to the paper straw in the lemonade, while Minho turned around to watch the scene unfold.

Damn, I fucking hate paper straws.

"Iris." Minho said, and I raised my gaze to notice he seemed distressed all of a sudden.

"Is anything wrong?" I asked, my heart starting to beat out of my chest.

"... can you please go to that flower shop and get yourself a bouquet of whatever flowers they have?" He asked in a breath, and I didn't understand what got him so agitated. Still, I nodded unsurely and grabbed the money he handed to me and made my way to the flower shop.

"Ciao!" The woman at the register spoke cheerfully.

"Hello." I replied and smiled.

"Oh, a foreigner." The woman laughed.

She seemed around my age, and was wearing a long, black fitted dress and a bright red lipstick. She was beautiful, and oddly familiar. It felt like I saw her somewhere before, but I wasn't entirely sure...

"Yes, you as well?" I laughed back, when her daughter made her way towards me, her soft curls bouncing up and down with each of her little steps. "Oh my, you have such an adorable daughter!"

"Thank you, she's almost 3, and a menace!"

"Is that so? Are you making mommy upset?" I pinched her cheeks, and she chuckled.

"So, would you like to buy some flowers?"

"Oh, yes, I'd like a-"

"-bouquet of white lilies, please." Minho's voice came from behind me, cutting me off.

"Minho?" I turned my head around, and everything happened in a flash: the woman ran towards her daughter and grabbed her from me, and Minho reacted immediately as well, trying to get between me and her.

I don't know who was faster, but the next thing I remember is feeling a powerful blow to the back of my head.

Ugh... this hurts...

I slowly tried to open my eyes, but the pounding headache in my head was making it hard to.

"... and that's how I ended up here." A voice I didn't recognise spoke.

Ah... it's probably the woman...

"Fucking hell..." Minho replied.

"I hope you understand why I can't come back with you, Minho. I'm sorry."

What's going on...?

"No, Emilia, I'm the one who's sorry. I know you probably hate Chris. Hell, you probably hate me, and everyone else, but-"

"Yes, you're right. I fucking loathe all of you."

"Some tea?" A man whose voice I also couldn't recognise asked.

"What, are you some sort of fucking housewife?" The woman spat.

"You and that rotten mouth of yours. What if Ivy hears you?"

I finally managed to sit up straight, massaging the back of my head with my hand.

"Iris, you're awake!" Minho sat up from his chair and ran up to me. I glanced around the room and saw the woman sitting at a round table and sipping tea. Her back was straight, her red lips stained the coffee cup, and her dress reached her ankles still. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine... my head hurts a bit... what happened?"

"Emilia hit you." He sighed.

"Sorry 'bout that!" Emilia chuckled slightly.

"Wait, Emilia, as in-"

"Chan's lover." Minho clarified, and my eyes grew wide. I couldn't believe it.

I already knew she was still alive, but what were the chances of us bumping into her in a random small town in Italy?

"Am I that popular?" She chuckled. "Nice to meet you, Minho's wife."

"I have a name." I stood up and headed to her, handing my hand out for a shake. "Iris."

Emilia's gaze was so sharp, I was afraid it would cut, and the darkness in her eyes was so deep, it was hard to read her.

"Emilia, but oh well, you know that already."

"I do. So, this is where you were hiding." I glanced around the room again; simple décor, and a few photographs of her daughter – Ivy? – on display.

Minho looked at me with confusion, and Emilia's smile dropped from her lips.

"What do you mean?" She asked quietly.

"I mean – I was really wondering where you were, after I found out that the pretty grave Jeongin dug for you is empty."

The room grew silent.

"Iris... what are you talking about?" Minho asked, as if hoping he heard me wrong. "Did you... know about this?"

I sighed.

"I found out the day we left to Italy and was planning to tell you about this as soon as our honeymoon was over-"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He grabbed my arm, seething with rage. "Fuck the honeymoon,"

Ouch

"this is the type of shit you should be telling me about immediately."

"Did Jeongin tell you?" Emilia stood up and asked in a whisper, as if she could no longer breathe. "Does... does Chris also know?"

"No." I shook my head, and Minho's hand away; his grip was starting to hurt. "He's kept your secret, no matter how much it fucked him up. How could you force that kid to grow up like that? Do you know how distressed he's been?"

"Don't you dare judge me for it." She spat. "It was a life and death decision for me, and you would've done the same thing given the circumstances."

I looked back at Minho, who was still angry at me – I could see it on his face. Still, he grabbed my hand, gently this time, and brought it up to his lips, kissing it. He mouthed an "I'm sorry", and I nodded.

"Chris can't know about this." She started shaking her head left and right erratically. "He can't. I can't see him. I don't want to-"

"Emilia, calm down." The younger man who brought the tea put his hands on her shoulders, making her sit back down.

"How the fuck can I be calm, Wooyoung?!" She raised her voice and looked at me and Minho, venom in her eyes. "If Chan finds out-"

"He'll come find you." I finished her sentence.

"No. He can't. Minho, please-"

Minho squeezed my hand and looked at me. I knew what he wanted to do. I knew it wasn't right, and that we shouldn't do this. But Minho's priority was his Mafia's well-being, and my priority was Minho, so I couldn't care less about anyone else, no matter how empathetic I could get.

"I'm sorry, Emilia, but ever since you died, Chris has been a fucking mess..." Minho started. "You're the only one who can make him be... his old self."

"Fuck that. Fuck Chris. Fuck YOU!"

"You have to come back with us." I insisted and released Minho's hand, taking a cautious step towards Emilia.

"No. Not in a million years. I will never come back."

"You have his child." I continued insisting, and she burst out into a hysterical laugh.

"So what? Does he deserve a chance at parenting? Ivy baby, look, this is your daddy. He almost killed mommy and you, and he stepped on her heart repeatedly, but that's okay, because he feels bad about it!"

"I'm sorry, but it's just the way it will be." I looked at her with compassion. I knew it was unfair to her, but she needed to come back.

No, she wouldn't magically fix everything wrong within Chris. Who knows how he'll even react? But she still needed to come back.

Minho would never let her go anyway, now that he knows.

"Fuck your fake-ass compassion." She laughed again, and then I noticed she froze. "Are you seriously threatening me right now? After ruining everything for me?"

I turned around to see what she was talking about, and there was Minho, his gun raised and pointed directly towards Emilia. The other man – Wooyoung – started moving, moment when I took my gun out as well, forcing him to stay in place. I still didn't know how to use it properly, but they didn't need to know that.

"I can't believe you two." Emilia laughed again. "I invite you into my house to talk, and you dare threaten me. How fucking rude you two are. Truly a match made in heaven." She spat.

"I don't want to threaten you. We were the ones who were wrong. But if you don't come back willingly... You leave me no choice."

"So, shoot me, then! Fucking shoot me and end this already, Minho!" She shouted. "I'm not coming with you!"

"No..." He shook his head. "I won't take you with us if you don't want it, Emilia. I'm just saying that... if you won't come, we're gonna stay just like this while Iris goes to the other room and grabs your daughter. She's gonna take her to Chris and explain everything, and that's it."

"You wouldn't." She shook her head in disbelief.

"Try me."

"Fuck you."

"I'm sorry."

"Fuck you!" She shouted harder.

"So, will you come with us?" Minho asked again. He phrased it as if she actually had a choice, which she didn't. It was like that saying: when you only have two choices, you have no choice at all.

"Wooyoung," she started, her voice trembling. "what in the world..."

"I think we have to go with them, Shade..."

"But..."

"Would you let them take Ivy?" Wooyoung whispered. He was distressed as well. It was too cruel, but sometimes you have to be the bad guy in someone else's life.

I was sure that's how Emilia perceived me and Minho.

We were unscrupulous villains who were here to break down everything she built, until nothing was left standing.

And unfortunately she was right.

~THE END OF PART ONE – THE BLACK IRIS~

PART TWO – THE WITHERED ROSE (coming soon)

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(A/N) Hello!

We finally reached the end of The Black Iris and I'm so excited for this ending.

Emilia is back!

Part II is in the making right now, so we're going to have a bit of a hiatus unfortunately, but still, thank you for being patient with me and for reading until now!

What are your thoughts? What's going to happen from now on?

Does Chris have any chance to be forgiven?

I'm so excited to keep writing this story!

Thank you again!

Yours truly,

Storm

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Chapter 7 | PART II - The Withered Rose

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Perfect to Me

Disclaimer: This is fluff with mentions of smut. This fic was based off of and inspired by a Chapter in a book I'm currently reading, Mile High by Liz Tomforde.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Female reader

Summary: You are had a bad day and on top of that begin to feel self-concious about your body. Steve comes home and finds you crying then comes up with a way to cheer you up.

Word count: 1,452

I woke up this morning hoping today was going to be a good day, but things did not go the way I had hoped. I dropped my coffee on the way to my internship and something I had been working on for weeks was deleted, it was gone. The only thing I really had going for me today, was my date later on with Steve. It was the one thing I had been looking forward to all week.

I ended up getting home earlier than I had anticipated so I decided to take the extra time I had to finish a book while making sure I had time to get ready. After I finished my book, I decided to have a small snack before I got ready. Then when I was done I showered, did my hair, and did my makeup. When that was all done with, I went into my closet to pick out my outfit.

Recently, I was trying to go out of my comfort zone because I was really self-conscious about my body, my curves. Being with Steve and having his support along with his encouragement was really helpful. So, I decided to go with the pleather jeans that I got at the mall a few days ago, a corset top, and my panda dunks. I laid out my outfit on my bed and took a deep breath then started to put it on.

After having to jump to pull my jeans all the way up, I tried to button them and they won’t button. I tried three times and they still wouldn’t button, when I had bought them they fit me perfectly. The thing is, is that my body weight fluctuates all the time or I tend to be super bloated some days rather than others, I guess today was just one of those days where I was more bloated than usual.

“ You’ve got to be kidding me, no, no, no, please don’t do this to me right now. “ I whined and sat on the bed trying to relax myself and not get super worked up. I took a few deep breaths then put my top on, which I had no problems with. So, I decided to wait a little bit before trying to get my pants to button again because I didn’t want to give up on them just yet.

I got up, walked back into the closet, closed the door behind me, and stood in front of the mirror that was hanging behind the door. The moment I looked at myself in the mirror, I knew coming into the closet was a bad idea. One look at myself was all it took for me to become self-conscious and due to that I started to try and take off the jeans, but they got stuck on my thighs.

“ Fuck, son of a bitch ! “ I slightly yelled then I looked back up into the mirror because I couldn’t help it and saw how the jeans looked stuck to my thighs. Which was my breaking point and I just started crying and put my face in my hands.

“ Y/N- baby, what’s wrong? “ Steve asked, which caused me to snap my head up because I didn’t know he was home, I must’ve not heard him come in.

“ I- n- nothing. “ I sniffled.

“ Sweetheart, you’re crying, what’s making you so upset? “ He asked, then came into the closet, stood behind me, wrapped his arms around me, and kissed my shoulder.

“ I- i’m just having a bad day, that’s all. “ I wiped my face and then explained to him what had happened today leading up to now, excluding how I felt about my body at the moment.

“ We all have bad days Y/N, it’s gonna be okay. “ Steve said then he rested his head on my shoulder. “ Now, besides what happened today, what else is causing you trouble, hm? “ He asked and I sighed because I knew I couldn’t lie to him.

“ I- I just… I really don’t like my body. “ I sniffled and looked up into the mirror and made eye contact with him, he was frowning, but quiet.

“ Do you trust me? “ He asked.

“ O- of course I trust you. “ I replied.

“ Okay… here, let’s get you out of these clothes, alright. “ He said, but waited for confirmation that I was okay with this, I hesitated a little before nodding. After I gave him permission, Steve helped me out of my clothes and now I was just standing in front of the mirror in my underwear with him hugging me from behind.

“ Okay, let’s try something… tell me some things that you like about yourself. “ He said.

“ …. Nothing. “ I replied as I looked up into the mirror.

“ Come on Y/N, I know that’s not true. “ Steve said.

I sighed and looked at myself for a little bit before I said anything. “ I like my eyes. “ I said.

“ I love your eyes baby, they’re so pretty… what else? “ He replied as he kissed my cheek, which made me smile a little.

“ uhm… I like my hair, how long and shiny it is. “ I said.

“ I love your hair, now what else? “ Steve said.

“ That’s it… “ I replied as I looked at him in the mirror and he just nodded.

“ Alright… then tell me what you don’t like about yourself. “ He replied while looking back at me in the mirror, making eye contact with me.

“ I don’t like my thighs. “ I whispered, then I watched him place his hands on them.

“ I love your thighs. “ Steve said as he gave them a light squeeze. “ I like them when I rest my head in your lap and I especially like them when they are warming up the sides of my face when I go down on you. “ I laughed a little at his response, which caused him to smile. “ But what I like most about them is when you’re sitting on my lap, facing me with your thighs straddling my legs because I like getting to see your pretty face. “

“ What else is there that you don’t like? “ He asked and I thought about it for a moment and let my eyes wander.

“ I don’t like my stomach, I would like it to be flatter. “ I said as I looked to the side and away from the mirror.

“ I love your stomach. “ He replied and I felt his hands graze over it, which caused me to look back into the mirror. “ I love how soft it is, that I have a little something extra to hold while we’re cuddling… or fucking. “

“ I- Steve ! “ I laughed while shaking my head.

“ Just being honest here Y/N. “ Steve said with a boyish grin.

“ Well… I also don’t like my boobs. “ I said before he could even ask me to name something else and he looked at me like I offended him.

“ You’re kidding, “ he replied “ There is no way that’s true, those are my two favorite things. “

I laughed, “ I don’t like that they aren’t the same size. “ I stated.

“ Which is okay because you’re only human baby, plus I don’t have favorites. It’s impossible for me to pick between them. “ He said as he kissed my head and I chuckled.

“ I don’t really like my stretch marks.” I said and I watched in the mirror as he glided his hands along them then wrapped his arms back around my waist.

“ Well I love them because I think that it’s pretty fucking cool that your body can adapt, I mean don’t you think that’s awesome? “ He said and I smiled.

“ When you put it that way, yeah.. It is pretty fucking awesome. “ I replied while chuckling and he kissed my cheek.

After all of that, I felt better and we decided to stay in for the night. I put on some pajamas and we ordered in and watched our favorite show while cuddling in the living room. Since we were both getting tired, we decided to head into our room and cuddle in. Steve pulled me in close and I rested my head on his chest, he then kissed my head and started playing with my hair.

“ I know that you won’t love your body every single day, but that’s okay because I will love it for the both of us. I will also be there and be your biggest supporter, to help cheer you up like I did today. You are perfect to me Y/N and you always will be. “ He whispered and my eyes teared up a little bit.

“ I love you Steve Harrington. “ I said

“ I love you too baby. “ Steve replied, then he kissed my head and eventually we both drifted off to sleep.

#steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x fem!reader #stranger things #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fandom #bodypositivity #self love

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ros3ybabe · 8 months

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Daily Check-in: October 12th, 2023 🎀

Today has been a lazy yet somewhat decent day? There's not much to complain about. Besides the fact that I didn't do a single homework assignment, I'm exhausted, so that's alright. I did do a decent amount of Japanese studying today though I didn't open up my Genki Textbook like I had wanted to but oh well, there's always tomorrow!

🩷 What I Ate Today -

Brunch - Spaghetti with ground Turkey and meat sauce

Dinner - Taco bowl with ground beef, black beans, shredded cheese, shredded lettuce, sour cream, a small dollop of avocado, and red salsa with 1.5 low carb tortillas

Snack - bunny tracks ice cream, 16oz bottle of Dr pepper

Extra - 4? cups of coffee (or 5, I can't remember)

I was not very productive today in terms of academic progress, but I still feel like I did what I could given my energy levels. (and caffiene intake). Did not eat the healthiest, but I listened to my body, and honestly, not every day will be perfect, and that's okay!

🩷 Personal Achievements, Oct 12th -

cooked ground beef (leftovers woooo!!)

washed dirty laundry

put away all clean clothes

did my therapy phone call

video called my boyfriend

morning + night skincare

completed 2 duolingo lessons

completed 1 busuu lesson

completed 3 kanji lessons

typed up one draft for upcoming blog post

I had heard about an app called Kanji that teaches you kanji based on JLPT Levels, and I actually really like it, so I bought access to all levels for 11$ USD!! feel like that's a fair price for over 2000 kanji, and I'm excited to start expanding my Japanese knowledge. Also, I am trying out the LingQ app. It's pretty interesting and seems useful for reading practice! I don't know why I got such a kick to study japanese but I am not complaining!!

No Academic Achievements for Today

🩷 Personal ToDo, Oct 13th -

Review previous 3 kanji lessons

Complete 1 duolingo lesson

Complete 1 busuu lesson

Continue Genki I Lesson one (?)

morning + night skincare

morning + night journal

morning workout (at home)

make bed

read 1 chapter of atomic habits or other self help book

🩷 Academic ToDo, Oct 13th -

Culinary Chapter 10 Quiz

Consumer Debt Inventory Assignment

Chapter 9 Notes Psyc

Chapter 9 Quiz Psyc

Attend Psyc Lab

Attend Anatomy Lab

Using Credit Personal Finance assignment

module notes fitness health and sport

module quiz fitness health and sport

work on component 2 for psyc paper

Giving myself a lot of school work to complete tomorrow but that's okay because I have the day off from work so I know I'll be able to get a lot of it done, if not all of it! I'm hoping I sleep decently tonight so I can wake up ready to rule the world tomorrow. My goal is to wake up early, workout, shower, do some makeup and get ready, and be on campus early to get back into the school mindset because I know I've been slacking these last two days. I work a double shift on Saturday, so tomorrow is really the ideal time to finish everything as much as possible.

🩷 Song of the Day: Fearless, Jp Version - Le Sserafim

This has been my anthem lately. It's catchy, and I kind of prefer this to the original version in Korean, but that's a bit biased on my end as I am studying Japanese at the moment.

🩷 Tomorrow Morning Workout - Pilates

Even if I only finish the first video, I will be proud of myself. It's the effort that counts, and it's definitely gonna be a start! I will be posting an updated current workout schedule with routines soon!!

That's all for now! I will update tomorrow night!

Til next time, lovelies 🩷

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thelivingautomaton · 9 months

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so lately i've been curing my brainrot by listening to audiobooks while i crochet, the result being that i have gotten really, really into the wheel of time (which i've previously bounced off of like, 3 separate times) and also been tweeting about it. anyway i have finished the first book and simply must scream into the void about it

jesus, okay, where do i even begin. let's talk about characters

so i KNEW that mat was gonna be The Character Of All Time going right in, i am self-aware enough about what kinds of blorbos i enjoy (read: cocky roguish guy who is actually a sopping wet cat of a man and uses snark to obscure deep-seated angst and/or doubt in himself, his identity, and his goodness). and i do have an affection for mat at this point

although ngl it kind of totally went over my head when i last tried to read these books that he is also? kind of a dick this early on? though to be fair he was having his soul eaten by an evil dagger for like, two-thirds of the book

that being said. what i did NOT expect was for the dark horse surprise contenders for Character Of All Time to be nynaeve and rand

nynaeve is literally the funniest, pettiest bitch ever and i love her SO MUCH. literally what if you were a preternaturally gifted healer and given a position of authority at a very young age so you had a complex about it, but that complex manifests itself as a bullheaded stubborn drive to Take Care Of Your People, and you are ready to throw hands with every magic lady Jedi on the way because you are fueled by Pure Unadulterated Spite at all times

every time she'd try to start a catty slap fight with moiraine and moiraine would just, like, sip her tea unbothered? now THAT'S comedy

sidenote, dear lord do these characters drink a lot of tea. do they have coffee in this nebula. do they have new world crops. i feel like someone must have mentioned potatoes. where was i

oh my god, rand. RAND. literally WHAT IF you were a farmboy from the ass-end of nowhere and you get pulled into this fantastical adventure like a hero from legend, but you spend 700 pages having all of your assumptions about the world and yourself systemically questioned and tested and broken down. and the whole time you're holding onto the hope of going home and going back to the way things were, until you experience the crushing weight of the Hero's Journey and the fact that you can never really go home (read: go back to the simple life and the way things used to be) ever again

EXCEPT!!! THAT THERE IS ALSO WONDER AND EXCITEMENT AND CURIOSITY TOO!!! like, obviously i loved all the times that rand and the other farm kids are agog seeing different parts of the world (especially the cities -- dude, i LOVE the setup for caemlyn) but literally one of my favorite scenes was when rand is on the spray sitting at the top of the mast and he just starts laughing aloud for the freedom and joy of it all. the journey will be long and terrible and arduous but it's so important to show that there are bright moments on the way too. i'm going to puke

also there's a few moments between rand and the dark one (ba'alzamon? bro idk how anything is spelled) that were so *chef's kiss*, like rand telling him "i belong to myself" or in their big fight when he screams that he'll never be a hound for the dark one. more generally i love the emphasis placed on the importance and power of people taking a stand, even if they know it's futile. ESPECIALLY if they know it's futile. (there was this line from moiraine like "the wheel weaves as the wheel wills, but i refuse to believe it weaves an end to all hope". waugh)

also i know the reveal that rand can channel was telegraphed from a mile away but i ain't even mad about it because i feel like the setup was done so nicely. you get a scene of moiraine explaining to nynaeve about how channeling feels the first time you do it (i.e. you have the greatest need you've ever known, then a week later your body has a delayed reaction that feels like a weird flu), you get rand and mat escaping whitebridge via improbable lightning strikes, then you get rand coming down with a weird flu. like, idk, i like it when creators set up dominoes and i as a reader can SEE the dominoes getting set up and i get to go like, hoohoohoo, can't wait for those to get knocked down!

unsurprisingly since rand and nynaeve are my two favs i also am enamored with their dynamic. maybe it's because you're in rand's head the most in this book, and so it's the closest you as a reader are to seeing a straightforward platonic relationship between a male and female character? but okay like, listen. nynaeve is the FIRST PERSON (maybe the only person rn??) rand shares his fears with re: tam not being his dad and him not knowing who he is. and nynaeve immediately reassures him that it doesn't matter, she saw tam and kari with him and she KNOWS they loved him like any father and mother

or like, the scene when rand overhears lan and nynaeve having their whole Dramatic Star-Crossed Romance (which is like, cool, but also, can't wait for lan to get over his TTRPG Tragic Backstory [affectionate] and kiss her already), and the chapter ends with a line like "Rand closed his eyes. He did not think the Wisdom would like it if he saw her cry." good GOD!

how old are these kids supposed to be anyway. like i know nynaeve is older by a few years and she's...24? so are the rest 18-20ish? oh my god you guys, they're KIDS

i'm sure i will have more thoughts about the other characters as these books progress and shit continues to pop off and Get Funky (especially relevant vis a vis perrin going full wolf mode and egwene learning how to be an aes sedai). also i love how often it's repeated that people from the two rivers are The Most Stubborn People Alive, and how rand holds onto that as part of his identity (re: envisioning hardy two rivers soil)

now let us talk about the world because OH MY GOD

one of the things that definitely stuck with me was the secret hidden lore re: "this is actually post-post-post apocalyptic earth", cf. thom telling stories about "lenn flying to the skies in an eagle made of fire" and "salya walking among the stars", because it is so fucking insane as a concept and jordan does it REALLY WELL, in the sense that any references to "our" earth are so oblique and indirect that they're barely comprehensible, which is as it should be if these books take place a whole two ages later

but it's also such a perfect excuse/reason to deliberately echo and make homage to myths and stories that we as readers are familiar with, the most obvious being the legend of artur hawkwing (and also half of our main cast having arthurian-esque names). something something george lucas saying that it's like poetry, it rhymes

the part that really dropped me flat on my ass though was when perrin and egwene and elyas are leaving the tinkers and elyas LITERALLY recites anglican catechism at them ("as it once was, so shall it ever be, world without end"), reader i screamed

that being said. i do kind of wish there was more Weird Religion Bullshit. i mean it makes sense that the cosmology and people's theological beliefs are pretty universal (given that it's a Canonical Big Deal Historical Event that the embodiment of evil punched a hole in reality and made magic evil and fucked up for men forever), but like. where is the variety! where is the spice! where are the religious freaks! give me religious freaks!!!

however this is ameliorated by the fantastic variety in cultures/societies/stories, and also the overarching theme of "the world has moved on from what it once was". like, everything with loial (also strong contender for Supporting Character Of All Time) talking about the groves and how different the world is from what he'd read about in the stedding! the entire scene with the green man (which still makes me feel completely fucking insane, just btw)! perrin and egwene at the ruined statue of artur hawkwing! moiraine telling the people of emond's field about manetheren! WHEWWWWWWWWWW

like, it really does give you this sense of history and loss. but also i hope that as the books go on it gets more into, like, "okay, the world has moved on and nothing will ever be as it once was. so what are we going to do with the world we have? how are we going to keep it safe and let it grow?"

sidenote: the tragedy of listening to the audiobooks is that i can't flip back to look at the map or the glossary if i start getting a little lost 😭 help i just want to get everything Right in my head

i also feel like jordan does a fantastic job of like...getting the reader further and further into the more fantastical or impactful elements of the world step by careful step and pacing out how he escalates the characters' importance to the world. does this make any sense.

like, baerlon -> whitebridge -> caemlyn is a steady stepwise escalation in Experiencing A City. and the one-two-three combo of loial explaining ta'veren to rand + rand overhearing a farmer gossip about queen morgase and her family + the repeated references to seeing the false dragon in caemlyn all leads perfectly into rand falling into the garden and the entire chapter with elayne and gawyn and morgase. (side note: this chapter was fucking incredible, good god i am obsessed with royal political bullshit.) OR having all these moments of the characters with moiraine to establish her nature, then providing an immediate contrast with the introduction of elaida as the "other" aes sedai. DOES THIS MAKE ANY SENSE AT ALL. it's dominoes, baby

okay i have a few other miscellaneous thoughts

i fucking love how unapologetically trope-y these books are. it is so crunchy. not just vis a vis the hero's journey, but also, like, all the repeated motifs? spooky symbolic dream sequences? excerpts from in-universe writings and poetry? Foreshadowing Via Fortune-Telling? chef's kiss

also, dude, i love that robert jordan really dropped all of the fucking symbols for the next who knows how many books into three paragraphs via min. he knew the girlies would go crazy for this. AND HE WAS RIGHT

same goes for the whole concept of ta'veren, like i know on the surface it's kind of a goofy concept that you are Assigned Main Character At Birth by the wheel/the pattern, but also like. this man knew people on tumblr would be obsessing over characters doomed/haunted by narratives 30 years after these books were published. his third eye was OPEN

in a bizarre way so much of the story elements and pacing feels like a d&d campaign. mat is the rogue who picks up stuff he really shouldn't. perrin is a barbarian that accidentally took a level in druid. lan is the dm's npc blorbo with the intricately detailed tragic backstory that gets dumped on the players all at once (this is affectionate i swear). do you see what i'm saying

hi i love these books a lot already and i can't wait for them to get even more insane. thanks 4 ur time

#wheel of time #the wheel of time #wot book spoilers #but not really cos this is all the first book. i just don't know what other tags to add and i want this post to Find Its People #also i'm just now realizing how appropriate it is that i crochet while listening to these books #because. you know. the wheel weaves and whatnot

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yennasun · 1 year

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Do you think your MT can teach Purple how to fight?

Using this as an excuse to treat my writers' block.

Summary: the gang decided to have sparring day and bring purple along, who usually spars with weapons. When it doesn't end well, they enlist the help of mango.

Little warning here, folks. This one's a long one, probably the longest one I've written so far.

"Sparring day!" Green yelled

Yellow proceeded to punch green in the shoulder.

"Hey, you trying to get started already?" He said indignantly

Yellow cocked a brow

"No, but if you wanna go up against everyone else for waking them up at 7 in the morning, then be my guest. I'll be sure to see myself out of the room beforehand."

"Lucky for you, I'm usually up by this time." MT said as he walked in the kitchen.

"Oh lucky, huh?" Green teased

MT smiled

"Hey, I may be old but I still know how to hang with the young blood." He said with a snicker

MT waded into the kitchen, even though he was accustomed to waking up early that didn't mean he particularly enjoyed it.

It was mainly because of the nightmares that he had everyone convinced weren't a problem anymore. or maybe he was trying to convince himself, too. lie to yourself long enough, and you'll find yourself believing it.

He got a cold cup of water and tried to shake the cobwebs that slowed his brain.

Taking a deep breath, he finally felt the world return to full speed.

Turning towards the hallway leading back to the living room, he found red and blue accompanying the others.

It figured red would be up earlier, too. She usually had to feed the animals around this time.

Blue usually didn't get up until later due to his injuries, so him being up at this hour was a surprise.

"-I totally get it, you love sparring day...however, are you aware that it's SEVEN IN THE FREAKIN MORNING?!" It had been obvious now that blue hadn't been happy about being woken up.

"Keep that up and you're the one who's gonna wake up everyone, not me." Green replied with a smirk.

If looks could kill, green would he dead. Blue definitely couldn't wait to get a piece of green when the action started.

It'd taken awhile to wake everyone else up, disturbing second's slumber was like waking an angry bull.

MT volunteered to get purple. He knew how much they loved to spend time with the cg, and they especially liked sparring day because it was the rare instance that MT would join them.

He approached the door across from his at the end of the hall, and as he turned his hand over to knock, he heard something.

A child's laughter.

His vision flickered for a brief moment, and he heard a voice so faint that it could he mistaken for a window draft.

"Papa!"

The voice echoed in his ear like a poltergeist, his vision flickered again. The familiar voice was shaking him.

"It's not real...it's not...real." he took deep breaths and silently breathed the words out.

And just as silently as the voice had come, it'd now gone.

He took one last deep breath and knocked on purples door.

"Huuuuh?" He heard a groggy voice answer back.

He opened the door slightly and saw purple squinting at the door from under their covers.

"'Morning, bud. It's sparring day today. Do you wanna come with?" He asked softly.

"Mmhmm, just gimme a sec." They drew out, shuffling under the covers.

He quietly shut the door and went back to the rest of the gang.

"They're getting ready." He said simply

Green fist pumped the air

"Fuck yeah!" He yelled

"Better hope alan doesn't hear you." Second said, holding a cup of coffee.

Once purple had finished getting ready, the bunch went to their usual spot by the river.

First, it was blue against green.

Blue went in with a vengeance, being an inside fighter. Green was good at all styles but great at none. He had to use all of his skills to keep blue where he wanted him.

At the end of it, the two embraced.

"No hard feelings." They said

Next up was yellow against MT.

MT had to shut down yellows speed by using his size and reach advantage. He worked his jab and straight but also made sure to get off of center line.

Once he had yellows combinations shut down, he was able to dart in and out to land his own combinations.

"Good work." He said at the end.

He watched everyone else go, then he saw purple.

They went in with yellow, usually purple sparred with weapons but yellow convinced them to work on hand-to-hand.

"Hey, don't you think they should go in against someone else?" MT asked

"Don't worry, I'll go easy!" Yellow assured

Purple refused to try and land anything, they just kept their hands up in a static position.

They couldn't let their hands go.

They had some moments, but it was mostly yellow picking at them with her quick strikes.

Thankfully, she kept her word and went easy, almost playfully so.

At the end of it, purple sat back down for the rest of the session.

They all began walking home, recounting what had happened and what they needed to work on. Purple remained silent, more so than usual.

Purple kept their head down slightly while the others talked amongst themselves, MT noticed this.

"It's okay kid, you didn't do bad." He said putting an arm around them.

"-Yeah, don't beat yourself up over it purp. It was your first time using hands instead of weapons!" Yellow remarked

Purple shifted uncomfortably.

"Y-yeah heh. I guess I thought I'd do better..." They said.

"You didn't do bad, it's sparring. There's no such thing as doing bad in sparring if you're learning something!" Yellow cheered.

"Yeah...heh, if you think about it, getting your ass kicked is kinda comes with the territory." Blue snickered.

The others continued talking amongst themselves. Meanwhile, MT began to see traces of doubt in purple's eyes. He knew exactly what it looked and felt like.

Purple dug into MT's arm a bit more. The gesture made MT smile a bit, but he was still getting used to this whole thing.

Man, I remember my first sparring sessions...

One could almost see the thought bubbles coming from MTs head as he remembered the ass kicking he received.

Heh, those were the days...

He thought with an audible snicker.

They'd approached the house, and MT took a deep breath.

Eh, it's their first time... probably just need to get some more experience. They did pretty good for it being their first time.

Purple had finally broken away from MT to go join green, he let an amused huff.

"Those two are great for each other." He said under his breath as he walked back to his room.

He took his normal clothes off and began to gear up for his new daily duties, as well as getting some exercise in. He'd be damned if he let his physique fade. He didn't give a rat's ass that he was in his 30s.

He first inspected the equipment to check for any rusting or decay in the parts, then wiped them all down with disinfectant. Blue taught him about something called MRSA, and he'd been paranoid ever since.

Once that was all over, he ran his eyes across the gym and let a smile.

Looks good to me. Time to go to work!

Months ago, the cg began the construction of a separate building occupying the space out back. After some brainstorming, they had decided on a gym.

Second had asked MT for advice on what to put inside it.

"So you're thinking, like, some treadmills or weights. Some resistance equipment, machines, and you'll probably want me to pave a jogging track, right?" He said, second shifted a bit.

"Eehm...that's not...not exactly what we're looking for..." second said, struggling to get his point across.

MT cocked an irritated brow.

"Well then, what ARE you looking for?"

"Ahh... maybe some punching bags, o-or some mats. Yknow, just to practice." MTs heart sank at the realization, it wasn't the idea of building a fighting gym that was cause for his concern, it was what would inevitably with it.

They'd want him to train them himself...

He wasn't confident enough in his own experiences with coaches, save for Rooney.

Even then, Rooney never made the final call on what his regiment would be and how intense it would be, which was usually very. With a bit creator's..."silliness" mixed in every now and then...

All he knew about coaching was what creator unintentionally taught him.

He knew the cg were a rough and tough bunch... That being said, he had no doubt creator would've found a way to break them...

Thankfully, his tension was eased.

"It won't be as much of a place to coach and more of a place to just practice, if some of the others wanna come join then they can." Yellow later told him, as she went over how the building should he layer out, what equipment would go where.

Now the building had all the odds and ends with the help of MT.

Heavy bags, speed bags, double-end bags, foam mats to wrestle on, a ring to practice striking, reflex bags, weights, jump ropes and everything in between.

Soon enough, MT grew attached to the place. He took it upon himself to be the caretaker of the gym, making sure everything is clean and functional.

He also acted as an impromptu referee for when the cg wanted to get really competitive in sparring. They'd go to the ring, instead of the arena by the river.

He also grew warm to the idea of training with them, too.

He very much loved sparring with them as well. He knew better than anyone that the best lessons are learned on the spot when it comes to fighting.

Not just that, but he also noticed the color gangs increase in combat effectiveness ever since he began warming up to them.

His mind wandered as his workrate ran on, he remembered a preacher on the streets of the dark web sermoning any who'd listen.

"-You there, would you bless me with a bit of your time to hear of the allmaker?" The bright colored older stick said, pointing right at MT.

He silently agreed, the preacher went on with words that seemed to tangle themselves in MTs head as he spaced out.

But then, he heard words that brought him a strange comfort.

"-every burden and hardship through life, be the allmaker's trials unto you! And to the strong, go the allmakers hardest and most painful trials."

He took a moment to absorb those words, the numbing peace he felt for just a second had both confused and terrified him.

He began listening more closely, until it was over.

"-and to you bypassers, scalding my words in your minds with hateful remarks, I present a question; is it bad to have too much faith...or none at all?" The preacher finished.

MT never found himself a deeply religious man, but now that he's gotten around more, there'd been many opportunities to speak to many who were. The preacher in the dark web was his first.

He found himself going back to where the preacher practiced, a community center that happened to have a chapel.

There, people prayed and followed along in sermons and confessed to their wrongdoings in hopes to atone through trial.

After what he'd been through so far, he needed to hear something that could give him some direction - ANYTHING would do!

Every day he was miserable, constantly fighting his own powers and, consequently, his own mind.

He searched for pain relief wherever he could find it, including at the bottom of a bottle.

He'd hurt people, killed even. Was there really redemption for such a tainted soul.

Or was it tainted from the start...

"Father, I-I would like to speak t'you." MTs uneducated use of his words were apparent.

"Come, child, somewhere private. I cannot allow your sins to fall on the ears of the feeble and the judgemental."

MT was taken to a silent part of the chapel, a booth sat near the corner with 2 doors and no windows.

The preacher gestured towards the booth.

MT went in and sat down.

"Speak freely, child. Do not fear the allmaker's judgment, for it is not your time to be judged, but to be forgiven." MT could not see the preacher, but heard his voice.

Wait, I didn't say anything about a confession! How did-

"How you know?" He asked

"I am blessed, child. Same as you." MT almost laughed at that. Instead opting to take a slightly harsher breath.

"Some blessing...if y'knew what this does t'me you'd say it was...uhh...uh b-bad.." he fumbled his words again, it was bad enough normally but now he's starting to feel tense.

"I understand you, poor education is unfortunately common in this area. Even moreso amongst the chained." The preachers voice lowered at the Last word?

"Chained...what's that."

"People who weren't given a fair chance from the start...one could say they were cursed at creation...now, child, speak to me your sins."

MT leaned forward in his chair slightly, bracing his elbows on the small table in front of him and putting his head in his hands for a bit.

"Only when you're ready." The preacher said quietly.

MT took longer than even he thought to make a decision.

But he did come to a decision.

Aaahhhh! Fuck it, if it's just some loon then what harm could it be?

He took a deep breath.

"Father...I did alot of bad things...I hurt people, I killed people...because I was told to...even now I'm working 3 jobs and still have to rob people to get by..."

"Child, we have all done bad things. Malfeasance spares none, and neither do scars. We are all born to the world innocent, but it's up to you to leave this world pure of heart, mind and soul." The preacher stopped for a bit, the silence in the air making way for the faux-echo of the preachers words.

Slightly above the tables height, a small window opened.

"Give me your hand, child." MT was hesitant at first, he was already anxious about this mysterious person.

"Be not afraid, I cannot harm another soul." MT felt that numbing sense of peace again, it was so inviting yet so sudden. Warm and cold at the same time.

It set off every alarm in MTs mind.

And against his judgement, he went through with it.

He put his hand through and felt the preachers palms clasp the top and bottom of his.

"Be still, please." He preachers said in almost a whisper.

A few moments of peaceful silence later, and the preacher released MT and took a deep breath.

"The blessing you bear, you see as a curse. Rightfully so...but you do not realize the potential you have...for this blessing in particular, is very difficult and troublesome to handle..."

"Then why, father, why me of everyone else!" His emotions were getting ahold of him more than the other way around, his voice broke with each syllable.

"...because someone has to... remember what I said before; every burden and hardship through life, be the allmaker's trials unto you... And to the strong, go the allmakers' hardest and most painful trials."

In that instant, his flaring emotions faded.

"Centuries ago, the allfather had bestowed great power to any who it deemed worthy at birth. there were 3 who possessed the blessing you do."

"Merqui, the final fate of the world. Her every word came true. She was hailed as a prophet but soon sewed her mouth after a mere whisper caused the death of her lover." The preacher slid 3 pictures through the small window.

One, which he was sure was merqui, was a faded pink stick figure. True to his words, her mouth had been stitched shut and black tears spilled down her features. The title of the picture read "The weeping oracle."

Next was a fierce looking stick, a darker red almost bloody-like.

"This one was named rodin. The fiercest and most capable warrior, legends say a great battle between rodin and valynx led to the creation of the mountains...which brings us to the last..."

MTs eyes wandered over to the picture and...

He stilled, and his blood ran cold. He felt the color drain from his face as his stomach felt as though it'd lost itself on the floor.

That smile...

He'd seen it everywhere, out of his peripheral vision, in mirrors, behind windows...always just out of reach, and always gone before he can get a good look at it.

"Valynx...the harbinger of destruction and chaos. The most powerful of the 3, and the most dangerous...his fanatic lust for death and conquest knew no bounds..." the preacher stopped, noticing MTs silence and even hearing a whimper come from the young stick.

"The 3 battled one another for ages, but eventually they both fell to valynx. The allmaker, seeing valynx's betrayal, struck him down and cast him into darkness where his rage would engulf him. He would bind his powers and cast them out, cursing another to take his place."

"That means it...it was a done deal from the start..." MT thought for a second that he'd break down.

The preacher put a gentle hand over his.

"Nothing is set in stone, the only constants are birth and death. What you do in between is what truly matters. Perhaps you did inherent the blessing, perhaps it is inherently more difficult to stay on the right path...but you don't have to be the harbinger of destruction."

"But...how..? I just...I-I don't get it."

"One day you will...but first you must master yourself, before you can master your blessing."

"I...I guess you're right but...but I just don't believe in nothing!" He said

"Some days...neither do i. But then something incredible happens, and everything makes sense again."

MT chuckled, for the first time he actually showed emotion in front of another.

"Ahh...you're too smart for me, heh...I guess I'm just...I'm not ready..." his voice broke slightly.

"No...you aren't...but you will be. Free will is the greatest gift the allmaker gave us, anyone is capable of great acts of bravery, or cowardice. Acts heroism, or acts of evil. Valnyx was an evil man, but that does not mean you have to be. Adversely, instead of being the harbinger of chaos and destruction, you can be the harbinger of justice and salvation!"

MT had felt a flare in himself, his vision went red and the world began go contort impossibly.

It's not true...it's not true it's not true it's not true it's not true!

He panicked, squirming in his seat. He was descending rapidly, and there was nothing he could do about it.

He hadn't even noticed the preacher reciting scriptures.

He lies! Kill him! Kill him Kill him Kill him Kill him Kill him!

The grotesque voice he'd almost grown accustomed to nagged at him, and he felt his muscles flare for action.

"-thy evil corruption I will now see back from whence you came...evil shade, I say it clear...!

"Begone!"

A flash of blinding light filled the booth, MT shut his eyes and put his hands over his face but it didn't help.

Once he could finally see again, the world re-jointed itself so quickly MT felt nauseous. He looked around, blinking slowly to gather his bearings.

From the other side, he heard the preachers exhausted breaths.

"Are you okay?!" He asked

"I will be fine...it cannot influence you while you're here..."

The preacher sat, and his breathing became quieter and quieter.

"You're not ready...first, you must master yourself before mastering it..."

"And what is "it"?"

"That is not my place to tell you that...only you can uncover the truth before ascension."

Huh?!

"Ascension...what's that?" The preacher stayed silent a moment.

"I've told you too much, you believe yourself cursed and irreparable. Only good for one purpose. You must dispel these beliefs before you can truly take control of yourself."

Take control...take...control

MT bounced the words around as the two stepped out of the booth.

"Allow me to make it easier, the allmaker gave me my blessing, and with it I will use it to help and heal others. When you wake tomorrow, I want you to ask yourself; what will I use mine for?"

MT was plunged back onto reality by a horrific calf cramp.

"Awwwwh fuuuuuck!" He screamed aloud as he rolled over, gripping at the affected limb.

"Mmmmhhh this is what I get for spacing out during a workout! and not eating right...and not taking...care of my...self..." he was still a long ways away.

But he's happy with the improvement he's made so far. He's back to a healthy weight, his skin was now bright and vibrant instead of flushed and dull, even green said he saw MTs eyes stick out more.

His spats of paranoia and psychosis had become more and more uncommon, and that voice got more and more desperate.

Whatever *it* was, it knew MT was winning...and it was mad.

A horrible and sickening laugh filled his ears, it's raspy, crackly voice sounded like a fork gliding across a plate.

Hello again, hello again~

It said in that mocking tone.

Now it hovered right infront of him, doing everything it can to bring MT under its influence once again.

"Try something else. you'll never beat me in a battle of wills." MT told the shade, waving his hand dismissively.

The shade's grin intensified, and MT felt his skin crawl.

You, you think you know everything....but the allfather lies! You can not escape destiny! You believe yourself above me, but you're just as mad as i!

It vanished once again.

He hadn't realized how much his breath hitched in his throat.

He looked around nervously, letting his breath return.

"Hehe...shit! I need to get something to drink..." he chuckled in uncertainty.

He walked over to the water machine that he'd paid for himself after red fainted from heatstroke and poured a cup out to process what just transpired.

He drank, letting the cool liquid down as relief washed over him with the same fervor.

Finishing, he took a deep breath as a thought came through his mind that brought his energy reserves to full gear.

I can beat it...I CAN beat it...it's really possible!

He may not have gotten under its...skin...? But he still got it to leave him alone.

Just as that thought passed through, he heard the door open.

Instinctively shifting his gaze over to the door, he found the source of the sound.

"Hey...can I ask you something..?" Purple shifted their feet nervously.

"Ask away." He said with relative enthusiasm, but the pit in his stomach betrayed his tone.

I've got a bad feeling all of a sudden...

"Would you....would you teach me how to fight?" Purple pleaded.

MTs stomach sank, this was the question he'd been dreading.

"No." The word slipped past his filter and came out a lot more harsh than intended. Purple flinched a bit.

"Please pops, please! The kthers can't help me, yellow keeps trying to teach me how to fight her way, blue heavily overestimates my durability, green tries to drop me in the fire immediately a-and don't even get me started on second!" Purple drew closer, desperation apperant in their eyes. It pricked at MTs heart.

"Well I don't- I don't know what to tell you, purple....i-im not..." MT stopped in his tracks, the realization smashed into him like an overhand.

"Wait...what'd you just call me?" He turned to purple, who looked just as confused as he did.

"Pops...you don't know what that means?" Purple said with a perplexed look.

"No no no, i do know what it means its just..." Mango didn't wanna say it, purple had enough issues and he'd be damned if he dumped his own on them, he knew how they were.

"Well, you're uhh... Basically like a parent figure to me...I just assumed I'd call you pops since everyone else refers to you as a guy... you want me to call you momma?"

"No... actually, pops has a nice ring to it. Just caught me off guard is all but... don't you already have one?" Mango asked. He hadn't known if purple was born or created, but he'd heard them talk about some kind of parental figures.

"Ahh let's talk about something else." Mango took note, don't bring that up anymore.

He went silent at the question, he contemplated his next answer.

His mind circled, trying its best to come up with some kind of excuse and in doing so, his defense were lowered.

Brief images flashed through his head of his time with creator, the ruthlessness, the high demand, the blunt punishments and sharp words. The blood on the floor and creators sick grin, but instead of him and creator, it was him and purple...with him in his creators place.

He was grounded by a hand on his shoulder, he turned and purple pulled their trump-card.

Mangos eyes widened in horror and realization.

Ahh noo! Not the puppy eyes!

Purple looked at him with those beady eyes and he felt his irrational resolve wither away little by little.

"I...I'll think about it." The moment he finished he was gripped into a tight embrace by the smaller stick.

Nooooo dammit....

It was already in motion, whether he liked it or not his mind was already made up. That didn't mean his paranoia would make it easy.

Far from it, it was evident when the nightmares started.

Every night for the next 2 weeks had been plagued by dreams of him tormenting the poor stick.

Stop, father...please!

Purple begged on their knees, only for MT to involuntarily send his shin into purples face.

They fell to the ground, beaten and hopeless. They sobbed quietly.

Why are you doing this to me...

Mango almost lept into the ceiling for how violently he awoke. His solid form quivered as though he were liquidating.

His breaths came in short, ragged bursts and he swore his heart would turn to diamond from how tight his chest was.

He swung his arm behind him haphazardly, knocking his lamp over but succeeded in retrieving his cigarettes.

Throwing on his coat, he opened the door as quietly as his state of mind would allow.

"Least no one's up..." he mumbled

He walked outside on the porch and lit his cigarette with the tip of his finger.

The first drag was too long and nearly sent him into a coughing fit, but at least it grounded him even if only a bit.

Each drag made everything become more and more still until eventually his breath came back deep and controlled.

"Creator, allmaker, whatever the hells out there, help me..." he leaned against the rail and let his head droop down.

Just then, his vision went red. Laughter once again bounced in his head, mocking his perpetual suffering.

But the shade made one big blunder in letting mango know that it was behind the visions.

To master it, you must first master yourself

"I can change..." he said in a breathless whisper.

"I can change...I CAN change..." he kept repeating it in an almost cultist-like chant.

The next day, he knocked on purples door.

"Come in!" They said.

He opened the door, eyes serious and determined.

"Come with me." He said

Purples lower lip quivered a bit, but they reluctantly obeyed. Their mannerisms gave off that they felt they had no choice.

The two walked outside, and purple finally spoke up.

"Am I...in trouble..?" They asked in an uncharacteristically soft voice.

Shit...

They stepped into the gym, and MT turned to face them.

"No...but I need you to see my intensity and match it. One thing you're gonna need if you're gonna train with me, is intensity." Purple gluped nervously.

He started with the basics, the first few days were for conditioning only.

Afraid of overdoing it, he had purple run 10 laps around the gym.

They looked at him, almost insulted.

"Is that all?" They tipped their head in confusion

After 10 easy laps, purple wasn't even winded.

Well...better safe than sorry

The next thing was basic movement, stepping in a stance while remaining in position.

"You can't learn how to punch without learning how to move first. If you can't move then you sure as hell won't be able to punch."

MT had noticed purple was naturally light on their feet. He guessed this most likely came from their experience using weapons. They never needed to plant down for power when they always used sharp weapons.

He then finally drilled punches, starting with the simple 1-2.

"This is your bread and butter for fighting at range, think of the jab like your shield and your right hand like your spear. Bash with the shield to distract from the killing thrust."

Purple didn't have much power, in fact they were quite feather-fisted. Weren't very fast either, or accurate...

Man, we've got a long way to go.

But drilling defense was where all the trouble was.

He started by simply having them slip the jab. He didn't throw it hard or fast. He telegraphed enough to where they could see the movements and hard wire the reaction into their brain.

And therein lied the problem, they were incredibly hyper-reactive.

Whenever mango would drill defense, purples reactions would he panicked and unsure, almost cowardly.

No matter how much they tried, they couldn't get purple to let go of their fear of being hit.

"You need to learn to let it go, loosen up and everything else will come naturally." He'd tried to instruct.

After a particularly bad training session, one that frustrated mango very much, purple had a confession to make.

"I haven't been transparent with you." They said firmly.

"That's okay, everyone's got secrets." He'd understand as well as anyone could

"But... I think it's affecting my performance." Now mango was listening.

"I did have parents...mom was nice and dad...well not so much." Purple said downcast.

"...go on whenever you're ready." Mango lowered his voice, he knew how important this was to purple and how much courage it took.

"Everyday of my life at that point was lived in fear of him, he wanted me to fight too but...his methods were archaic to say the least...do you understand what that's like."

Yes he did, oh yes he understood all too well. Despite his demeanor he still lives most days in fear...

Purples story got him thinking...

Get outta your head, damnit! This isn't about you! He mentally scolded himself

"I do...I also know that if you don't let go of that fear, it'll follow you around for the rest of your life."

"How do I do that though, I don't have the courage to-"

"But you do have courage, telling me what you just told me... we'll just say I haven't been transparent with you either... you've got more courage than I do, that's for sure." Purple went silent, It wasn't the usual defening silence. This one was almost comforting.

"He left after awhile, then it was me and mom against the world...and then it became just me against the world...I think about her every day."

"She passed?" He knew the answer even before purple nodded.

"...it's good that you still think of her...just because someone dies doesn't mean their memories have to die with them."

I think of someone every day too...

Then, a flash of what Rooney had told him before came to him like the final piece of a puzzle.

"In order for a fighter to control himself in a fight with confidence and without fear, you must peel back the layers of the person to expose who they really are. See a spark and you feed it until it becomes a small flame, keep feeding it and it eventually becomes a roaring blaze. Keep going...then you really got a fire goin'"

MT tried a few different methods, but the one that worked the best was positive affirmations.

"Good, good! That's the stuff right there, I wanna see more of that!"

"Alright, I like your synergy, kid. I like it!"

"Fuckin' brilliant! Keep doing that!"

They were getting more confident and less stingy with their punches, but defense was still something they had to work one.

There'd been improvements but no major breakthroughs yet.

Until one of blues experiments exploded while the two were in the room.

"Fuck! Everyone alright?" Blue yelled

"Uhh yeah...but you forgot one thing." They turned to purple, who had their head tiled slightly, beside their head lie shards of glass in the wall.

"You should probably invest in some safety glasses." MT couldn't stop thinking south what happened that day.

Was it a fluke? Would the glass have missed anyways? He needed to know.

He found one of yellows pencils, saw purple spacing out, and took the shot.

"Heads up!" He yelled at the very last second.

Purple reacted quickly, looking in his direction before pulling back just enough to let the pencil fly harmlessly past them.

"-so why can't you do that with punches?" MT would later ask.

"It's, it's different. The pencil isn't trying to hurt me, the person who threw it was." Bingo!

"I want you to do something for me from now on...apply the same logic to fists, the fist isn't trying to hurt you, the person throwing it is." Purple looked confused for a second, before their eyes widened in realization.

"Oh my goodness...you're a damn genius!"

The improvement wasn't instant, but it was astronomical nonetheless.

A few more months of training, and MT developed purple into a slick-as-butter defensive counter puncher. They still had much to learn, but as of now, they were ready.

The next sparring day, purple went against yellow again.

And this time, yellow could land hardly anything on purple. Mango had turned purple into an accurate, defensive wizard.

Their fluid movement and counterpunching proved poison to yellows reckless, rapid-fire style.

Eventually yellow got frustrated and rushed in without a setup...

Only to rush right into purples counter right hand, wobbling her.

She stumbled back and put her hands up, but purple relented. Calling the sparring session off.

"Can I ask you something?" Everyone else had left, leaving the two of them sitting alone by the river.

"...sure."

"When you started training me, you always looked so nervous and unsure...why?"

That's the million dollar question isn't it...too bad I've been broke my whole life.

He kept it vague, not wanting purple to feel their own suffering insignificant compared to his.

"The way I was trained was very archaic too...just like you I had no escape, no reprieve...and I don't know anything else about training someone aside from what my master taught me...I could never put your through that, I was so afraid to that i-"

"I personally think you did a great job, yellow was just talking to me about how much of a magician you are when it comes to training...I know you might think you're too old to get over the past, but one thing green taught me was that it's never too late to change."

Those words made him think on everything, made him rethink his entire life.

He remembered how purple obeyed his every order to the letter, remembered how despite everything, they never hated him. He remembered their confession of their past to him, despite his own refusal to do the same.

"Purple?"

"Hmm?"

"For what it's worth...I'm proud of you. For everything." Purples mouth went agape, still looking at the wild river.

"Y...you really mean that?" They asked hopefully

"I do." He said

Mango turned his gaze to the river, watching its wild yet pristine waters rush downwards.

He turned back to purple and saw a tear going down their face.

He put a hand on their shoulder, not wanting to over extend.

Purple responded by rushing in and holding mango tight, as though if they'd let go, they'd lose him the same as their mother.

"Ita alright kid, I'm not going nowhere. I'm here for you..." he comforted the now sobbing stick.

"And I'm here for you too...I couldn't imagine what you went through to where you're too afraid to tell even me. But I don't think you should take it with you to the grave." They said between trying to stifle sobs.

"If you're not ready to tell me now, that's okay. It doesn't have to be tomorrow, next week or even next year. But when you're ready, you can always come to me."

Now it was mangos turn to get emotional.

On the rare times he got emotional like this, his voice didn't break. It became a dead whisper.

"I love you, kid." He said in that breathless whisper.

"And I you pops...and I you"

Healing wasn't instant, it wasn't even efficient. But that didn't mean it wasn't possible.

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It's been awhile since I posted something like this, as I said in a previous ask i just ended up getting super burnt out.

But as you can see, I have many new ideas to implement into the au (I'm overhauling it again)

I wanted to express some of these ideas in this bit and try out a new style of narration.

Yes, I understand that there are many christian/catholic themes surrounding the allmaker and the preacher. I'm not familiar with many other religions (I'm catholic) so I went with what I knew best and tried to keep it from sounding too stereotypical.

#alan becker #animation vs minecraft #avm #animator vs animation #avm king orange #au #usfc #ava #avm mango #avm mt #avm purple #avm green #avm yellow #avm red #avm the second coming #Drabbles

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spencellleee · 2 years

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sugar crash

summary : you passed out in the gym while training for your test and spence worries about you

pairings : medical doctor!spencer reid x reader

word count : 1280

warnings : hypoglycemic attack, passing out, medical checkups, i think that's it

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pushing yourself too hard, especially in the gym can result in some not-so-good outcome just like i did today. my annual physical test for the FBI is coming and i wanna crush it. i've been training for months now, and with morgan and reid helping me, you can say that i'm as ready as i'll ever be.

waking up late, i didn’t have time to eat anything so i just grab some coffee and went to the gym. we start our training as usual and i still feel like i can do it, so we go for more. halfway through the third set of my workout, i feel like i was gonna faint. i started breathing more heavily and with my pulse racing, really, it’s hard to breathe normally. even with all of this, i keep pushing myself to finish the set, and yes i finished it, but by the time i did, my face was looking like a corpse. reid came to me and that’s when i realize that my legs started to gave out. luckily he was there and he quickly steadied me and put me down slowly. morgan knew something was wrong and he quickly ran towards us.

“reid what the hell happened?” he asked worriedly.

“i think she’s having a hypoglycemic attack.” he then reached for my neck to try and find a pulse.

i was drifting in and out of consciousness at that point and i just can’t seem to keep myself together. i started to have tunnel vision even tho i was laying down. they asked me something but i didn’t say a word, not because i don’t want to, but just because i need to focus on staying consciousness. i could hear reid saying things like “you’re ok and you’re gonna be fine” but at that point, i just couldn’t hold it.

when reid finally was certain that i was running low on my blood sugar, he knew that he needed to get something in me, soon, and most of the time, the ideal treatment for this would be an iv fluids but we’re in the middle of a gym that only have gauzes and bandages alongside with alcohol and that kinda stuff in the first aid kid so, he had no choice beside waking me up.

he gave me a sternal rub and after a few seconds he asked, “y/n, can you hear me?” i heard his voice echoed in my ears as i feel like my soul was a thousand mile away from my body. i couldn’t bring any words out so i just nodded as an answer.

“okay good, now do you think you can sit up for a bit, i just need you to drink this.” he said with an orange juice in the glass which i assumed morgan got from the cafetaria since spencer never leave my side.

i was already feeling better so i tried to sit up with both of them holding and steadying me as i do so. i finally drink the juice and i feel better almost immediately. when they see my face brightened up, morgan broke the silence.

“why didn’t you tell me that you’re not feeling good? we could’ve stopped and you wouldn’t have fainted.” he may sound angry but i could hear the worry in his voice so i just answered, “i thought i can pull through. we always do this and i've never had any issue with it.” morgan raised his eyebrows in sign of his confusion and agreement. i've never had any trouble doing this so what made me faint?

“what did you eat before this?” reid asked even tho i'm pretty sure that he already know or atleast guess that i went to the gym with only caffeine running in my blood. when i looked down and bite my inner cheek, that’s when he know for sure that i didn’t start my day with a proper meal.

“i didn’t think that i need to lecture you for this but seriously y/n, you should know better.” he paused for a bit before continuing, “you could’ve gotten hurt you know?”

i gave him a sorry face knowing that none of my reason or maybe excuse i say will make him feel better. but when surprisingly he didn’t continue talking, i said sorry.

“you should say that to yourself cause i'm not letting you go until i check you out.” he stated, and seeing his serious face, you know that you’re not getting out of this.

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“sit down.” he ordered. and knowing that i can’t do anything to stop him from doing this, i followed his order and sat on the exam table.

he took all of the equipment he’ll need to check me out and when i saw the lancet i panicked. he hooked me up into some monitor and when he grabbed his stethoscope, i know what’s gonna happen next. i tried to lower my heart rate so that he’ll not notice my nervousness, yeah well apparently this is not gonna work since he already know about how nervous i am about ‘doctor’ stuff.

he pressed down his stethoscope to my chest and it was warmer than i thought it would be, and when he hear that my heart’s beating a mile an hour, he try to calm me down. “relax, i'm not gonna hurt you.” he said with his soothing voice and that just give me so much comfort that i finally managed to get my heart rate down.

“now take a deep breath.” he muttered. i took a deep breath and when he finished, he let me know about his findings.

“well, your heart and lungs sounds clear but you have a relatively high heart rate. i know that this might be caused by your ‘doctor nervousness’ but i just wanna make sure you’re okay so i'm gonna keep an eye of you for a while.” he rambled.

“it’s not my ‘doctor nervousness’ reid, i don’t mind if you’re the one doing it, it’s just because of that.” i said, pointing my finger to the lancet on the table.

“ah, okay. the bad news is i still need to do it since you were hypoglycemic, but, i also have a good news.”

“and what’s that?” you asked curiously.

“i have a distraction. and i'm certain that you’re gonna like it.” giving me a wink and his phone with a video that have morgan as the thumbnail. i started watching the video of emily pushing him to a ditch and when spence saw me laughing my ass off on what she does to him, he quickly took the sample of my blood.

i winced out of surprise but when i do realize it, the needle is already out of my finger leaving a tiny hole on my index finger. he pressed my finger a bit which hurts more than i expected but in less than 5 seconds, it was all over. we heard a beep and that indicates the reading of my blood sugar level is done.

“your numbers are still low but i think you’re gonna be fine. what do you want to eat after this?” he questioned.

“hmm, i'm kinda craving dumplings right now.”

“well then dumpling it is, let’s go.” he offered his hands and took me to my favorite place before going to work.

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“pretty girl, how’re you feeling?” morgan asked, seeing me coming to the office with reid next to me.

“better now that i've seen what emily did to you in that ditch.” i laughed. and that leaves morgan with a confused slash embarrassed face and the rest of the team laughing.

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thanks for reading! leave your thoughts if you want to :)

stay safe, you're loved <3

#medical doctor #spencer reid au #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x self insert #sickfic #caretaking #whump #medical doctor!spencer reid #spencer reid x sick reader

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horsegamesins-old · 11 months

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Just a story with my sso oc and her horse, I might continue this but no promises

The sun rose over the tall trees of Mistfall, warming the dewkissed grass and mossy stones. Songbirds slowly broke the early morning silence with a ballad for a new day, and soon again the woods were full of life. I had always loved mornings like this, when I could just sit in silence until the world caught up to us again.

The kettle let out an angry wheeze, signaling the water was ready for coffee. A brief stretch later I got up again and took the kettle off the campfire, then put my frying pan on the grill. "Now.. What to make for breakfast", I muttered to myself, trying to remember what I had remaining from last week. "There's a few eggs left, perfect."

I had just finished my breakfast when the static of my radio hissed on. "Sparrowhawk. Sparrowhawk, do you copy?" I fumbled a little trying to get the walkie-talkie off my belt, "This is Sparrowhawk, loud and clear sir. Over." "We have a report of a lost rider and horse somewhere in the deeper Wildwoods. Can you help us on the search? Over", I grabbed Quicksilver's neck rope and my bags while he was talking. "Copy that, where were they last seen? Over", I respond. "According to the source, they left Firgrove yesterday afternoon in order to cross the Northern Gorge before nightfall. They were headed to a town east of Wildwoods but she has since lost contact with them. Over." My heart dropped when I heard that. I hesitated a little before responding. "Copy that. Sparrowhawk, over and out." Two long and two short whistles, our emergency call. Hopefully Quicksilver would show up soon, but while I still had time it was best to restock my saddlebags. My gut told me this was gonna be a long ride.

After packing extra rations I heard the sound of familiar hoofsteps approaching. Quicksilver rustled out of the bushes just as I turned to greet him. "I came as soon as I could", my friend said. It was obvious he was a bit out of breath from galloping here on such a short notice. "Thank you", I pat him on the neck and offer him an apple, "Sorry to wake you, the rangers called me. It's serious". Quicksilver perked his ears at me, busy chewing on his apple. "Someone's lost in the woods, they might be at the Northern Gorge." I could see him stiffen as I said that. "You're kidding, right?" Quicksilver whispered and finished his treat as quickly as possible. Meanwhile I fetched his tack from the fence and laid the saddle on his back "No, we need to leave right now", I muttered while tightening the girths. Once I was done Quicksilver walked over to the rocks to wait while I put my jacket on, and I wasted no time getting on. "They left from Firgrove, let's see if you can find their tracks." "On it, boss!" he snorted, and we took off. part 2

Sidenote for anyone who read this far, I am open to critique about my writing but please keep it civil. This is also the first time in a long time I have written anything that isn't either Warriors rp or Hetalia fanfiction so I have no idea what I'm doing.

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Date Night? (CHAP. 14)

Franitc knocking causes us to stir. I just roll over out of Arthur's grasp causing him to grumble.

Y/n: "Nobody's home." I mumble as Arthur pushes himself out of bed.

Abigail: "Hurry you 2! I need to talk to Y/n." I hear a little chuckle come from her. I sit up a bit and begin to throw on some pants as Arthur does the same.

Y/n: "Gimme a sec!" I say as I jump around into the pants before throwing the door open.

Y/n: "Yeah! What's up?" I say as I try to catch my breath leaning against the door.

Abigail: "I..I-Jack told me what you did for him and how you tried to protect him. I wanna-" Before she even finishes she yanks me into a hug, tears and laughter spilling from her. I lose my balance causing us to fall. Her grip never falter's as she keeps telling me thank you. I don't know what to do. My arms just returned the hug as I sighed. I look u at Arthur who had a half cocked smile on his face as he leaned on the doorway eying the both of us.

Abigail: "Thank you." She mutters out.

Y/n: "Of course." I give her a tight squeeze before she pulls herself off of me and dusts herself off. She wipes the tears from her eyes and takes her leave. I stare dumbfounded as I watch her walk off.

Y/n: "I see why you liked her...She smells like lilacs." I say with a small chuckle as I stand up myself. Arthur gave me a confused look.

Arthur: "How did you know that?" I freeze.

'I can't tell him I'm from the future and another universe. It's just going to cause conflict right now.'

Y/n: "You're not denying it." I say with a smile adorned on my face. I take my own leave and start to head down the stairs. Arthur trailing behind me as he fixes his shirt and pants. As soon as we push open the deteriorating big white doors we see Grimshaw coming up to us all frantic.

Grimshaw: "Mr. Morgan! Mr. Morgan, we have a problem… a real problem. It’s Tilly." She pushes past Mary-Beth to grab her gun.

Grimshaw: "She’s been taken… by them Foreman brothers she used to run with. Come along."

Arthur: "The Foreman brothers? Well what are they doing here?" We follow her as she makes her way to a wagon.

Grimshaw: "Well, I don’t know what they’ve been doing here… but I can tell you what they’re going to be doing here..dyin." She says menacingly as she brandishes her gun.

Arthur: "Sure… do we need more guns?"

Grimshaw: "You and I can handle this, Arthur." She says as she climbs u in the wagon. Arthur turns to me as he takes my hand in his.

Arthur: "You gonna be okay until I get back?"

Y/n: "Yeah, go get Tilly. Just be careful..Please." I say as I give him a peck on his cheek.

Arthur: "We'll go once I get back." He says giving my hands a tight squeeze, pressing a kiss to them before running up to the wagon taking the reins as Grimshaw gives him directions. I sigh as I run my finger's through my hair and walking over to the coffee peculator and pouring myself a cup. Pouring myself a hot cup another sigh escapes me as Javier walks over to do the same I was. Cup in hand I gesture to hold it out so that I can pour him 1.

Javier: "Gracias, mi amor." I chuckle in response. Pressing the cup to my lips, I rest my eye's a bit as I listen to the wind rustle amongst the tree's. My ear's perk up to the sound of a muffled noise. I look to Javier who was sharing a questioning look with me.

Y/n: "You hear that right?" I whisper. He nods in response as Bill comes stomping over getting ready to pour himself a cup of coffee. The muffled noises fading in and out between quiet and loud. My eye's widen.

Y/n: "Where's Kieran?" My heart beat pumping faster with each second of anticipation.

Bill: "I haven't seen the O'Driscoll since late last night." I drop my cup of coffee and go running towards the noise. Javier behind me.

Y/n: "Kieran!" I shout around the camp, as Javier scans the camp. My eye's darting around everywhere on the outskirts of camp. My eye's stick to an area where I saw multiple shadow's. I grab onto Javier's arm and pull him closer to me.

Y/n: "There." I say pointing at where I believed the disturbance was. Javier was quick on his feet and darts off towards the area with me close on his trail. The closer we get the clearer the image becomes. Kieran being held down by 4 men and 1 of them holding a bloodied knife. I quickly pull out my gun and shoot at 1 of them. I only managed to hit him in the thigh. That's when I look up more and notice more men up by the main road. Javier takes cover behind a tree and pulls me with him.

Javier: "O'Driscolls are here!" He shouts to alert everyone else. I see Dutch, Bill, Sean and Hosea all run to cover as they whip out there weapons. I notice that they try to drag Kieran with them, so in a hurry I start to squeeze the trigger of my revolver killing the few that were trying to drag him instantly.

Y/n: "Run back into camp, Kieran!" I say as Javier and I provide cover fire. The closer he got to us the more I noticed how bruised his face was and the knife marks that were on his face. My heart sank.

'At least his head his head will stay attached.' I think to myself. Bullets whizz past us knicking the tree we were hiding behind.

Javier: "You okay, Y/n?" He shoots me a worried glance before shooting. I look at him with a smile.

Y/n: "That's the first time you ever called me by my name!"

Javier: "Shut up!" Not to soon after killing them 1 by 1, all that came to murder Kieran dropped.

Dutch: "What the hell is going on!?"

Kieran: "They-they were trying to kill me, for switching sides like I did." He stutters out as Javier and I begin to make our way back.

Javier: "You got some nice shootin." He compliments

Y/n: "As do you. Might get a new gun though, I think I might've out grown this." I say as I flash it to him. He pulls it out of my holster and takes a look at it before showing me his.

Y/n: "Navy revolver?..Nice." I take his and grasp it a few time to see if the weight is something I can manage.

Javier: "So, you're good with your gun's? I see why Arthur likes you."

Y/n: "Somethin like that." I chuckle as I hand his gun back to him. He winces taking the gun back, blood oozing through his jacket.

Y/n: "You okay?"

Javier: "Just a scratch." He laughs off.

Y/n: "Ha, funny. Let's get it cleaned." I say as I gently grab his wrist and pull him along to the medical tent and sitting him on a crate. He sighs as he let's me string him along.

Y/n: "Take it off."

Javier: "Demanding, I see." He comments snarkily as he begins to take off his clothes. I turn around and grab a clean rag and a health cure. I didn't realize how Javier was staring at my backside as I stretch across to grab a health cure. Once I turn around he flashes me a sly smile. My eyes flicking between his face and his chest as a light blush dusts my face earning a small chuckle from him.

Javier: "Like what you see, amor?" A cocky grin forming, I flash him the same grin as I press the health cure ridden cloth against his wound wiping that cocky grin off his face as he winces. He pauses before continuing to laugh. Wiping the wound clean, I stand u and grab some gauze.

Javier: "Why are you with Arthur, anyways?"

Y/n: "He's sweet...Attractive, like a giant teddy bear..He gives me the best type of feeling..Almost like I'm with someone famous." I say trying to keep a smile from forming.

Javier: "Do you know about Mary?" The smile I was trying to contain completely gone, the way my heart was beating from joy slowed a bit as a sharp pain took over my chest. I sigh as I finish wrapping his wound. Javier glancing between me and something behind me, but I paid it no mind as I look down at the ground and kick the dirt around me.

Y/n: "Yeah..I'm aware. I can't help anything in that situation but support him the best I can if he chooses to pursue her again." I say with a pained smile. Javier nods before putting on his shirt and jacket.

Javier: "I don't think he's going anywhere, anytime soon." He says as he takes his leave. I throw the gauze and the rest of the health cure back in the wagon and begin to take my own leave but stopping in my tracks and see Arthur leaning against a tree with his arms crossed looking at me from the brim of his hat.

Y/n: "How much of that did you hear?"

Arthur: "Attractive, giant teddy bear.." He says pushing himself off the tree.

Y/n: "Ha..Ha..." I say dryly, Arthur glances around camp and see's Mary-Beth tending to Kieran along with the visible distress the rest of the member are in.

Arthur: "What happened while I was gone?"

Y/n: "O'Driscolls tried to kidnap Kieran, but they came prepared just in case we did find him. Did you not see the bodies when you came back?"

Arthur: "Shit! No."

Y/n: "We're all okay. Just shaken up a bit." He puts a hand on his hip as he rubs his forehead with the other.

Y/n: "We can do this date another time." I say as I take a few steps closer to him.

Arthur: "No, I'm sure they learned there lesson and won't come back for awhile. Everyone here is capable of taking care of themselves." He says draping his arm around my shoulder.

Arthur: "I did get you something, though. I think you're gonna like it." He says lowly sending shivers down my spine. We begin to walk towards the horses as my eyes spot 1 that hasn't been here before. A black and white spotted appaloosa. I walk up to it and begin petting it.

Arthur: "Figured you might want a new horse. You've been riding the same 1 since Valentine." He says as he comes up behind me and places his hands on my hips with a smile on his face as he watches me pet the horse with glee.

Y/n: "Thank you, Arthur. I love him."

Arthur: "Yeah?" He says as he begins to move my saddle to the horse. Dutch begins to make his way to us.

Dutch: "My dear Y/n, do you have a dress for the ball?"

Y/n: "I can't say that I do."

Dutch: "If you're going to town, please purchase 1. The ball is tomorrow night and we need to look our best." He says as he pulls a wad of cash out of his pocket and puts it in my hand. My jaw drops as Arthur raises an eyebrow at Dutch who just shrugs.

Y/n: "Thanks...This is $200."

Dutch: "Indeed. Make sure it's something fancy." He says lighting a cigar and taking his leave. Arthur tightens the straps to my saddle with a bit of frustration.

Arthur: "I would've bought it."

Y/n: "We don't have to use it. I have some cash on me I was gonna buy a new gun..I'll put the cash back in the donation box once we get back." I say putting the cash in my saddle bag.

Arthur: "I'll pay for it. I offered the idea so I'll pay." He says turning to me.

Y/n: "Fine."

'I'll just pay you back.'

I put my foot in the stirrups and push up, almost loosing my balance not quite used to the height yet. Arthur puts his hands on my hips just in time to push me all the way over.

Y/n: "Thank you, darlin." I say a bit embarrassed.

Arthur: "Of course." He says rubbing my leg before mounting his own horse. I squeeze my thighs against the horse for the life of me as I steer the horse outside of camp. My hips rolling to the pace of the horse. I kick off into a small trot once I get comfortable with a walk. I turn my head and look at Arthur who seemed lost in his own head.

Y/n: "Wanna race?" A smile adorning my face.

Arthur: "You sure you confident enough to be racin?"

Y/n: "Oh, now you're on!" I don't even give him the chance as I heel my horse to kick off into a gallop, dirt and grass flying up being kicked up behind me. Arthur's eyes widen as he heels his horse and takes off into a gallop after me. Wind blowing my h/l h/c hair behind me, I hear Arthur begin to catch up to me.

Arthur: "Races are supposed to be fair!"

Y/n: "Only if you're nice about it!" I shout back, our laughter fading in with the horses hooves beating into the ground. Arthur begins to match my horse's pace. Side by side. Sweat glistening over his forehead from the heat. I pat my horses neck and give some words of encouragement in hopes it would go faster. Tree's, animals and other rider's seem to fly by. The change of smell and scenery was a true breeze. The closer we got to Saint Denis the more I could smell the familiar exhaust fumes and burning coal.

Arthur: "You're gonna have to do better than that!" He shouts as his horse gallops off ahead of us. The appaloosa snorts as he watches Arthur and his take off. I tighten my thighs as some sort of adrenaline kicks the horse into overdrive. My horse takes deeper breaths as we begin to surpass Arthur. He does a double take.

Y/n: "I don't think this horse likes loosing!" I say as I just hunch over the reins.

Arthur: "I'd say so!" He chuckles out. He begins to let up once we get to the bridge crossing into town. My horse doesn't want to as it speeds across the bridge and comes to a skidding halt once we reach the brick road. The horse snickers as I give it a pat on his neck and praise. Arthur comes trotting up behind us.

Arthur: "He certainly had some fuel to burn off."

Y/n: "No kiddin." I say out of breath wiping the sweat that formed on my forehead. I signal my horse to match Arthur's pace.

Arthur: "What do you wanna do first?"

Y/n: "Not 1 clue." My eyes wander around the stores and the hustle of city life. Not anywhere close to our time but it surely is something worth looking at. The click-clack of the horses hooves drowned out by the trolley and train horn. My eyes catch the glimpse of a blue feather hat, I didn't even realize I came to a halt.

Arthur: "You do need a hat." He says gruffly as he slides down and leads both of our horses to the hitch post.

Arthur: "Come on, darlin. Before someone else buys it." He chuckles as he hold his hand out for me to take. I gladly oblige and take his much larger calloused hand in mine as I slide down. Not letting go as we make our way inside the shop. He gives my hand a tight squeeze before going to talk to the shop keep over the hat. I trail behind him as I look for my cash, but I was too late as Arthur was throwing his own money on the counter. I give him a irritated look which he flashes me a smile as he walks towards the display. I bid the shop keep a good day and grab onto Arthur's shirt. He picks up the hat and places it on my head.

Arthur: "You look perfect. Almost like mine, but more blue and decorated." I adjust the hat on my head and give him a wink.

Y/n: "I thought it was pretty too." I say looking at a mirror on our way out.

Arthur: "Where to next?"

Y/n: "You're horrible at this." I chuckle.

Arthur: "It's been a while."

Y/n: "Take me to a move and some dinner." I say grasping his hand.

Arthur: "Sure." We decide to walk to our destinations and let conversation just flow. It felt more than refreshing for someone to listen to me. No matter how dumb or weird it sounded. Arthur didn't seemed to mind 1 bit what I said, just made sure that I was comfortable and still had a smile. He had the sweetest gestures and the fact that he would cough to clear his throat to make the situation less awkward when he would make a move made my heart flutter. I would just lean into his touch to show the feeling is mutual. The food was so much better than Pearson's unseasoned stew, the unique flavors and textures exploding with so much flavor. As Arthur comes back to our table with whiskey bottles in hand, I couldn't help but eye him all the way from his boots, his walk all the way to his eyes. He cocked his head to the side as he set the bottles on the table.

Arthur: "Somethin on my face?" He asks as he runs his hand through his beard. I could feel my heart beat increase and the heat rise to my face.

Y/n: "No..." I say as I put down my fork and pick up the bottle and toss the bitter liquid down my throat. The warm burning sensation practically burning in my stomach. Arthur's eyes never wander, in fact a smirk was on his face as he watched my actions. I hold his gaze for a brief moment before it was stolen by a drunk man who slumped over me.

??: "You look like you wanna have a good time." He slurs draping an arm around my shoulder, I scoff as I furrow my brows in disgust. Before I can even do anything to harm the man Arthur was already on it. He grabs the man by the collar of his shirt with 1 and as he twists the man's arm around his back and throws him into another table. Because of that a bar fight breaks out. Arthur grabs my hand and drags me out of my seat out of the bar. Laughter filling the air around us as a few angry drunkards chase behind us.

Y/n: "You're quite the romantic, Arthur." We dart down alleyways and markets until we're by the shared lake by the Bayou. We drop down onto the docks and Arthur drags me behind some pillars and pins my hands above my head. He tips my hat up as he gazes into my eyes. The sound of running feet getting closer doesn't stop Arthur from leaning in closer to kiss me, the night sky cloaking us as he slowly slides his tongue into my mouth. The sound of feet decreasing the rougher our kisses got. Everytime I tried to wiggle my hands free he would slam them back against the post, keeping a firm grip with 1 hand, he uses his other to grab my thigh and pull me up onto his hips. I get his gesture and straddle my legs on his hips as he gropes my ass. My pussy drenched with slick as I could feel his member throb the more he would press and rub it against me. We break away for a breath before he slowly loosens his grip and I place my feet back on the ground. He clears his throat as he grabs my hand.

Arthur: "Let's go get a hotel room." He says in a low gruff voice. I say nothing as I let him lead me to a hotel.

Once we arrive he pays for a 2 baths and a room. I earned a few stares from the male customer's and he earned some lustful glances from the working girls. I tighten my grip on his hand as I send them a menacing glare. He pulls me along upstairs to the bathroom.

Arthur: "I'll wait out here for you."

Y/n: "You can come inside? Not like you haven't seen me naked."

Arthur: "I'm afraid, I won't be able to control myself if I did that." He says lowly with a chuckle. My jaw drops before I quickly replace it with a smile and an eye roll as I push open the door and shut it behind me.

Once I finish I call for Arthur who pops his head open through the door before coming in. I make my way our room. I ruffle through his satchel in search for a cigarette. Finding 1 I take it and place it between my lips as I strike a match and inhale. I sit on the bench on the balcony; taking puffs of my cigarette enjoying the night air. Nothing but my own thoughts.

'I have to tell him sometime...I'm more afraid how he'll react.' I say taking a deep sigh. Time seems to fly by as my mind races on different scenario's and explanations, none seeming to fit my liking. I don't even notice Arthur shuffling next to me as he plops down on the bench.

Arthur: "You okay? You seem down."

Y/n: "Yeah, I'm fine."

Arthur: "Is it about earlier? Err somethin-" I cut him off by flicking the cigarette and smashing my lips against his.

Y/n: "It ain't you. If I have an issue, I'll bring it directly to you and we can hash it out then." A chuckle escapes me. I get up and make my way to the bed. I plop down on it and let out a deep sigh as all my muscles begin to relax. He soon follows suit, grabbing his journal he scribbles away.

'I wonder how I affected the entries.' I don't have the energy to really move to look at what he's writing, but I'm memorized by the way he flicks his pencil. My mind wandering to earlier events at the dock. That same wetness pooling yet again, I slowly push myself up and to begin to palm his dick. He flinches dropping his journal and pencil, I position myself over him. Straddling him in his position, I move my hips to grind my pussy over his hardened cock. A grunt emitting from his throat as he grips my hips as he let's me continue my antics.

Arthur: "Y-Y/n." He moans before completely changing our position and pushing me into the bed. He leaves light kisses on my neck as he begin's to strip me of my clothes. Once my breasts are exposed he wastes no time in sucking and pulling at my nipples. Leaving little marks at the exposed skin around the nipples, but nowhere anyone would see with clothes on. I begin to work my finger's with the buttons to his union shirt. He slides off my bottoms as he kisses his way back up to my lips. Pushing his union shirt over his shoulder's he shakes it off as I wrap my hands around his neck to pull him deeper into the kiss. We pull away briefly for air and so he can take off his pants. His cock bouncing out of it's original resting spot. He pulls my legs closer to him, putting my legs on his shoulders he slides his cock deep into my wet pussy. His cock stretching my walls from the new position earning a sharp intake

Arthur: "You're such a good girl." He moans, taking a small breath throwing his head back. I begin to squirm wanting him to move.

Arthur: "I'll get to ya." He says, placing his rough hands on my hips; he begins to roughly and mercilessly thrusting into me. Moans and screams coming from me unable to be held. Everytime I'd try he's pick up the pace or smacking my thigh.

Arthur: "Don't you dare try to cover your mouth." Hearing the noises that would escape him only stirred the pit of my stomach to form that knot. That liquid I couldn't hold. I grip his hands and squeeze for dear life.

Y/n: "I am so damn close, Arthur!" His eyes never leaving mine as his own pace got so much faster and his gaze got so much harder to hold. The knot getting tighter and tighter; my eyes rolling to the back of my head, my back arching as I cum all over his groin. He soon pulls out himself as his own cum shoots on my chest. Our chests heaving up and down to catch our breath. Once I do, I take my finger and wipe up every bit of cum that sprayed all over my chest and place it in my mouth. The bitterness not tasty but surely pleasurable watching his face get even redder.

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