#i need to go for a walk but as far as i know i’m still v contagious and also get so exhausted

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Let me take care of you

Alexia x teen!reader

Angst with some comfort at the end. TW for car accident and kinda a rough family life but nothing too crazy. Based on that request I posted yesterday :)

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“Has anyone seen Chiquita?” The captain wasn’t really directing the question at anyone in particular, just whoever was nearby and willing to listen. You were never late. The fact that you hadn’t arrived at the stadium yet was weird to Alexia. You were always early. Really early. Everyone knew you tended to be anxious about being late to things and constantly overcompensated by making yourself far earlier than anyone needed you to be. 

Cata seemed to be one of the only few that heard her question in the chaos of the locker room . “We still have twenty minutes before we’re even supposed to be here. I’m sure she’s on her way, half the team isn’t here yet, there’s plenty of time.” 

“Yeah but we all know how weird that is for her, she’s always really early, maybe I should call her?” 

“Ale,” Mapi laid her hand on the blonde's shoulder in an attempt to calm her nerves. “I’m sure she’s just running a little late. She’ll probably walk in any second now.” The unsurety was clear on Alexia’s face, not quite believing her best friend’s words. “Give it a few more minutes and if she’s still not here, then give her a call.” Alexia nodded, still full of tension but doing her best to remain calm. 

She knew that logically everyone was right. It was still early. She had no reason to be worried about you. Most of the other younger girls weren’t here yet either, why wasn’t she worried about them? But not only was it unusual for you to not be unhealthily early to everything, it was even more unusual that you hadn’t texted her. You always let your captain know if you were running late, even if it still put you at your destination thirty minutes early, you were constantly worried about being late. 

The usually calm and collected captain, had her foot bouncing rapidly as she sat in front of her locker, subconsciously biting at her nails and getting herself worked up over you. She couldn’t help but let her thoughts wander to the absolute worst possible reasons you wouldn’t be here yet.

 “Hey, Ale, I’m sure she’s fine. But why don’t you give her a call, just to calm your nerves?” Mapi knew the woman well enough to know that no matter what she said, her words would mean nothing to Alexia when she was already this worked up. 

The blonde responded with a quick nod while she frantically pulled up your contact. She had already had her phone in hand, checking constantly to see if you texted her, so it didn’t take long to get her phone ringing. All it did was ring. It felt like a lifetime had passed before she heard the sound of your voicemail. 

The sound immediately made her panic, even more than she already had been. It didn’t help when she saw the same look of panic cross Mapi’s eyes as well. 

“Guys, she probably just isn’t answering because she’s driving. She’s still not even late yet, don’t worry.” 

“No, Cata! (y/n) always answers if she’s driving! Her phone is connected to her car so she can’t miss it.” Alexia was practically yelling, not out of anger, just because of how worried she was. 

“And we know she always gets bored when she’s driving! She loves having someone on the phone!” The fact that Mapi was taking this just as seriously as Alexia was a red flag to everyone. Clearly if the two of them were both this worked up, they had a good reason to be.

All your teammates could do to make sure you were okay was continue blowing up your phone with calls and texts, praying they’d get any kind of response. Even if it was just that your car had broken down somewhere or that you were sick in bed, at least they’d know something horrible hadn’t happened. The unknown was what killed them. They had no idea where you were or what was going on and there was nothing they could do about it. 

When the time came that you were officially late, Alexia came to the conclusion that something was officially wrong. There’s no way you would be late. Ever. 

She rushed to get herself game-ready so she could spend the rest of the time before the match tracking you down. Her ponytail was sloppier than she ever let it get on game day, but at the moment she didn’t care, you were the only thing on her mind. 

You were basically a younger sister to your captain. A mix between her younger sister and her child. She was protective over you, even more than she was the other younger players. You were only 18 and had bonded so closely when you joined the team, she couldn’t help but think of you that way. The two of you were extremely similar and she wanted nothing more than to protect you from the world. She didn’t want you to have to face the same criticism as she always did, even if it came from yourself at times. 

The captain decided that she needed to track down the coaching staff and let them know what was going on. Soon they’d be looking for you anyways when they realized you were gone, so she may as well let them know now in hopes they’d have some way of helping.

Mapi was following close behind her as they ran down the hallway to the offices, bursting through the door the second they reached the right one. 

Jona still looked shocked from the captain’s sudden entrance when she started shouting. “Has anyone heard from (y/n)?! She’s still not here and she won’t answer our calls and nobody’s heard from her, I think something’s wrong!” The man still seemed stunned at her lack of composure while he tried to process her words, but the silence aggravated her further. “Can I please drive to her apartment and see if she’s okay? I’m really worried about her, she wouldn’t just do this.” 

This only confused the coach, obviously shocked by her willingness to miss part of their game. “Alexia, you can’t just leave. You’re supposed to be taking the pitch to warm up in a few minutes.” 

“I know, but I’m-”

“No. No buts Alexia. You’re the captain and you have a job to do. I know you’re worried about her, but we’ll have someone else look into it for you. We’re already unexpectedly down a player with (y/n) apparently gone, we can’t lose another one, especially not you. You go get ready. I’ll look into it.” 

The two girls couldn’t decide if they were heartbroken or infuriated. Probably a bit of both. They were both worried sick about you and Jona’s answer only frustrated them more. How were they supposed to play a game when they had no idea where you were or if you were even okay?

...

The game started rough, to say the least. Not for the team as a whole, thankfully. The team itself was doing just fine. But Alexia… Alexia was doing poorly. To anyone else, it looked like her brain wasn’t in her head. And to be fair, it wasn’t. It was on you. You were all she could think about, not even caring about the passes she missed and chances she didn’t take. She was trying so hard to get her head in a better spot, to convince herself that she was overreacting but she just couldn’t do it. The other girls seemed to be able to set it aside and focus on the game, holding onto their trust that whoever was tracking you down would do their job, but not Alexia. 

The second the whistle blew to signify half time, the captain found herself jogging straight to Jona to see if he had an update on you, but he spoke before she could even open her mouth. 

“Alexia we’re subbing you off, it’s clear your head’s not in the game, you’re like dead weight out there.” It was clear he wasn’t happy with her but for once in her life, she couldn’t be bothered about football right now. 

“That’s fine, did you get a hold of (y/n)? Is she okay?” 

“No not yet. She didn’t answer so we tried her emergency contact but-”

“Idiotas! I’m her emergency contact!” Alexia didn’t even bother hearing the coach’s response before she took off running to the locker room, praying she’d have a missed call or text from you. At this point, if she was already being subbed off, then she had no hesitation in going to your apartment to find her yourself if she had to, she just needed to know you were okay. 

When she got to her phone, she couldn’t decide if the five missed calls from you made her more relieved or more worried. On the one hand, at least you were alive. But on the other hand, you knew she’d be at the game so the fact that you called her at all was weird. She pressed your contact as she fumbled for her bag, grabbing whatever she could before running down the corridor towards her car. Nobody needed to question where she was going or what she was doing, everyone understood. 

As soon as she heard your voice on the other end of the line, the older woman let out a big breath and instantly froze in her tracks. “Dios mío, Chiquita, estás bien?” 

Under any other circumstances you would’ve made fun of her for how frantic she was being, but at the moment you didn’t even notice. What started as an attempt to keep your voice steady and avoid freaking her out further, only turned into a choked sob, which did exactly the opposite of what you hoped. 

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong? What happened? Where are you, I’m coming.” The sound of your crying sent her back into motion, rushing to get in her car and start driving in the direction of your apartment, hoping that was the right way. 

“I- I- I don’t know.” You shook your head rapidly, as if it would clear your mind. 

“Breathe for me, it’s okay. I’m coming. Are you at your apartment?”

“No. No, I don’t know.”

“Did something happen on your way to the stadium?” Alexia had this sinking feeling ever since she first noticed you were late, somehow already knowing what your answer would be.

“Yeah. Someone hit my car, I’m not far from my apartment. I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have distracted you from the game, but I just really needed you, Ale. I really need you here, I’m sorry, I’m sor-” Your own sobs cut you off, but it was maybe better than making her listen to the spiraling panic you were heading towards. 

“Hey, it’s okay I’m only a minute away, I’m almost there, just please try to take some deep breaths.” Alexia had become just as panicked as you were but she was doing everything in her power not to let you see that. She just needed to see you were okay. So she continued speeding, following the route he knew you would’ve taken, keeping her eyes peeling for any sign of you. 

It was only a second later when she noticed your car along the side of the road with the entire back bumper crumpled in. Alexia was flooded with emotions, relief that she had found you (or at least your car) but more panic now that she had seen what your car looked like. She slammed her foot on the brake to pull over behind your car and quickly spotted you, sitting on the curb in front of your car, knees pulled tight to your chest, sobbing. The sobbing wasn’t great but at least you were alive and relatively okay physically, it seemed like.

“Chiquita come here!” You hadn’t even noticed her pull up before he was engulfing you in her arms, pulling you in tightly against her chest, cradling your head while you cried. “You’re okay, I’ve got you. It’ll be alright, I’m here now, you’re okay” The longer you sat in her arms, your gasps for air became more and more sparse and her calming hands on you started to bring you back to your surroundings. Something about the way her hands drew light patterns over your skin always brought you back to earth, something she learned quickly when you started getting closer with each other. 

You didn’t have the best relationship with your parents so it wasn’t all that unusual for you to go to Alexia, upset with something they said to you, looking for some love. It was part of what made the two of you so close. She was the calming parental guidance in your life that you didn’t have otherwise. The whole team was really, but Alexia just filled that motherly role in a way nobody else could, not even your own mother. So this wasn’t the first time she had to calm you down in a situation like this, and unfortunately she knew it wouldn’t be the last. 

“Please talk to me, what happened Chiqui? Are you hurt?” her voice was soft and smooth and sounded like somehow it could solve all of your problems. It was impossible not to give in to her pleading. 

“Ale, I’m fine,” your voice was quiet, full of insecurity. “My car isn’t though and my parents are gonna kill me. I don’t know how I’m supposed to tell them.”

“Tell them what? What exactly happened?”

“I don’t know,  I was just on my way to the stadium and this car just came out of nowhere and hit me. I think they ran a red light or something, I don’t even know for sure…” you took a moment to look at your captain’s face, struggling to read her thoughts. She was trying to hide her worry from you, not letting you see how scared she was of the idea of losing you, even if she had you right here in her arms. “But I guess somebody called the police, and they came and dealt with all of it. They wanted to send me in an ambulance but I told them I was fine. And then I just didn’t know what to do so I freaked out and called you. And now here we are…” 

“You know it’s not your fault, right? If he ran a red light, there’s nothing you could’ve done to stop that. Your parents should understand that.”

You scoffed at her. Normally you would never scoff at her or risk disrespecting anything the older woman told you but it was safe to say you weren’t totally thinking straight. “Yeah they should understand that but it doesn’t mean they will. They should do a lot of things. They’re gonna kill me, Ale” 

Your voice was dripping in sarcasm but Alexia could hear the hurt coming through, especially as you trailed off at the end of your sentence. Something about your reaction felt more than just you being upset about your parents, she could tell there was something you were holding back from her still. “You’re not okay, chiqui, I can tell. Please just talk to me. Tell me what you’re thinking, how you’re feeling.” She brushed your hair away from your face gently, just now taking a moment to take in your appearance. 

There were minor cuts scattered around your face, much more than she realized. Up until this point she had been so focused on calming you down that she hadn’t noticed anything else. Small shards of glass lined the road underneath your car, presumably from where your tail light and back window shattered. 

“I don’t know, Ale. I just don’t know how to tell my parent’s. They’re gonna freak out. What if they try to pull me from the team…” 

 “You’re eighteen now. They can’t do stuff like that anymore, remember. If they try to kick you out or anything, you can move in with me if you want, or I can help you find your own place. We’ll figure it out. But they can’t do any of that anymore, I promise.” She pulled away slightly, going to stand up, “Let’s get you back home so you can shower and get cleaned up, it looks like your hair is full of glass." The blonde just looked at you expectantly, assuming you'd move to follow her but was met with nothing in return.  

You tried your best to believe what she said about your parents but you just couldn’t shake the worries. You were so used to your parents exploding at you over every little thing, always threatening to pull you from the team. Even if it wasn’t possible now that you were older, you still couldn’t shake the feeling. The idea made you resort back to your usual safety net of trying to protect yourself. 

“It’s fine, I’m probably overreacting. I’m sorry for interrupting the game. I should probably let you get back to it. You can just drop me off at my building. Or I can walk too, it’s really not that far.” You started to push away from the older woman, away from the safety that she provided you. 

Alexia grabbed your arm gently to keep you from pushing her away, knowing exactly what you were doing, but the small action made you wince. The second you noticed the pain shoot through your wrist, you tried to hide the look on your face, but knew you failed when you saw Alexia’s eyes go wide and immediately drop her hold on you. “What is wrong?! Are you hurt?!” 

You used your hand that wasn’t currently throbbing to push her away further. At this point you’d reverted too far back into your own head to use any sort of logic. “Alexia! I’m fine! You don’t need to worry about me, I don’t need your help! Just go back to the stadium so you can still catch the end of the game.”

You should’ve known that Alexia wouldn’t be swayed by your outburst and that it only further convinced her that something else was wrong that you weren’t telling her. This wasn’t like you, at least not with her, and you both knew it. 

“(y/n), look at me!” Her voice was harsher than it had been before, but obviously her soft approach was no longer working. “I have every right to be worried about you, you’re basically family to me and I think you know that.” Your eyes dropped, suddenly ashamed of how you were treating the person who cared about you most. Somehow you had to ruin this too. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you’re not hurt,” as soon as your eyes lowered, so did her voice because she had been in your position more times than she could count and knew exactly how you were feeling. 

Your lack of response was all the confirmation she needed, but to be fair, you didn’t lie to her. You truly hadn’t noticed how badly your arm had been hurting until she had grabbed you. It must have been the adrenaline or the shock from the accident but you had no idea how bad it was until now. Now that you noticed it though, it was killing you. Every attempt to move your fingers sent pain radiating up your arm and throughout that entire side of your body. You’d been lucky with injuries so far, so this couldn’t compare to anything you had felt before.

 Your captain could see the way that tears started welling up in your eyes again and how you bit your lip to try to hold it all in. The look on your face only broke her heart further, wishing there was anything she could do to take away your hurt, both physical and emotional. “I don’t care if you don’t want my help, Chiquita, you’re getting it anyways. I hope you know by now how much you mean to me, so please, just let me take care of you.”

You nodded frantically at her, doing anything you could to prevent your tears from spilling out but knowing you’d fail the second you opened your mouth. You knew it was ridiculous that you were trying to stop yourself when she’d already had you sobbing in her arms just a few minutes earlier but something still made you hold back. At this point you were in so much pain though, you didn’t even care anymore, you just needed her help and you finally knew it.

Alexia engulfed you in a big hug once again, causing you to finally let it all out. It was like that was what broke the damn. You sobbed violently in your captain’s arms. The way you were acting now made your earlier crying look like it was nothing. It was the culmination of the shock from the accident, along with mixed feelings about your parents, your gratefulness for Alexia, exhaustion from the events of the season, and physical pain. So much pain. You couldn’t put any of your thoughts into words, other than crying and the occasional “Hurts, Ale.” You were a crying, whimpering, mess in her arms. 

The Catalonian quickly realized that the extent of your reaction was now mostly being caused by the newfound pain in your arm and that treating your pain would be the quickest way to help you calm down. Whatever your injury was, it had to be somewhat serious or else you wouldn’t be crying this hard, so she knew she had to get you to a doctor. 

When she started pulling away from you to stand up, you grabbed her shirt with your good hand, and yelled at her. “NO! Stay here, Ale! Please!” Heart wrenching was an understatement. 

“I’m just trying to help you, Chiqui, we need to get you to the hospital so they can help with your arm, you’re in a lot of pain.” Somehow you could process her words enough to know she was right, letting up your hold on her shirt so she could stand and pick you up to bring you to her car. She was as careful with your arm as she could possibly be but still every step she took left you sobbing into her chest even more. “I know it hurts, you’re doing so great. We’ll be there before you know it.” Alexia continued whispering to you as she got you both in the car and started driving. Your captain had done this enough to know that it wouldn’t do much but at the very least it might slightly distract you from the pain you were feeling. 

On your way to the hospital, she gave the club a quick call, knowing the game was over and wanting to give them the update that she was with you. She asked them to pass the message on to the rest of the team because she knew most of them were likely freaking out just as much as she was. You were the team baby, and everyone wanted to know you were alive and relatively okay. 

When she glanced over and saw you staring off into space, tears flowing freely, curled up on her front seat, holding your arm to your chest, she knew she needed to call your parents. If nothing else, they could help figure out how to get your car off the street. And as much as you were freaking out about telling them, she thought it might go over better coming from her. It was clear you were in your own little world, not paying her any attention when she cradled her phone between her ear and her shoulder to talk to them. 

As she filled them in on what happened, she knew that it was better that she was one bearing the brunt of their response instead of you. No matter how much she tried to assure them that it wasn’t your fault, they made plenty of comments about how you should have been more responsible or how she didn’t need to take you to the hospital because you were probably just overreacting. That one really killed her. How could they not believe you when she was sure they could hear you crying in the background? She had already been planning on having you stay with her that night but their reactions only sealed the deal. There was no way Alexia could send you back with them instead of coming home with her where she could take care of you and make sure you were safe.

...

By the time you really became aware of the situation again, you were sitting on a hospital bed in the emergency room. Alexia was next to you, holding your good hand in hers and you were suddenly feeling significantly better. “Chiquita! How are you feeling?” Alexia had immediately taken notice of the tiniest movements you made as you woke up and adjusted to your surroundings. You groaned when you realized how stiff you were feeling. Apparently getting hit by a car can do that to you. “Better than I did before, I guess. What’d the doctors say?”

She flashed a smile at you, one that told you you’d be okay. “Well they gave you some pain meds pretty quick, that’s why you’re feeling better. You broke one of the bones in your arm. They think it probably got caught on the steering wheel when you got hit. But it’s a clean break, no surgery or anything, just this cast for a while.” You followed her eyes down to your arm where you could see the cast poking out from the edges of the ice packs they had wrapped around it, trying to adjust it slightly so you could see what color they had used. 

“Ale, don’t tell me they let you pick the color?” 

Alexia let out a small laugh, her first one all day, at the way your usual personality was returning. “The pain meds knocked you out pretty good, they couldn’t trust you to pick one! You were hardly making sense, they had to ask me!” you looked at her suspiciously, knowing exactly what she would’ve picked.

“Don’t tell me you…” 

“I almost did, but no,” she giggled at how well you knew her. “I was going to tell them Barca colors but I decided I better give you your favorite instead.” The older woman rolled her eyes playfully at you. 

“Does that mean it’s-”

“Yes, it’s pink, chiquita.”

“Yay! Ale, thank you!!” you tried your best to pull her in for a hug which didn’t quite work from your spot on the hospital bed. When you decided to give up and settle back into your spot, you met her with a more serious look. “Thank you for everything, Ale. Really. Thank you for leaving the game to take care of me, I know I should’ve called my parents but I just…” 

“I know, I know. You don’t have to thank me. But will you please sleep at my place tonight? You need the rest and I just want to make sure you’re taken care of. I already talked to your parents for you. They’re dealing with your car, so that’s all taken care of. Just please, let me take care of you.”

Neither of you expected you to give in to her offer so easily but there was no way you could turn her down after everything she’d just done for you. Sometimes the idea of letting her take care of you was too much for you, but not right now. You finally had come to terms with how much you needed her and there wasn’t any way you’d mess that up now.

Any feedback and requests are always welcome!!

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Hi!!

Can you do a Sam Winchester begging plus size reader to sit on his face. Whatever vibes you want :) Dommy Sam is always a fav but as long as Sam is reassuring and eating reader out, I’m happy :)

Thank you!!

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Sam Winchester x plus size reader

Dean made the mistake of leaving you alone with a very soulless version of your best friend who only wants one thing from you

Warnings: soulless!Sam, smut, friends to lovers?, oral (f receiving), mentions of condoms, praise, body worshipping, overstimulation, dom!Sam, almost getting caught, little bit of self-consciousness WC: 1.8k

Minors DNI

a/n: thank you all for being so patient with me, i promise i only have a couple weeks left of uni and i'm gonna come running back with some new fics!

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His eyes burned into the back of your skull, as they had been for the past 10 minutes. And yet, you refused to look up from the book in front of you, even though you had not turned a page in that same amount of time.  You weren’t a stranger to Sam’s gaze, in fact you used to love it; the way his big puppy dog eyes trailed up your curves whenever he thought you wouldn’t notice never failed to have heat bloom across your cheeks.

But his staring was far different now.

Sam was different now.

You could hear him shift in his seat before the tell-tale sound of his boots against the cheap vinyl as he got closer. You swallowed around the lump in your throat though it did nothing to sooth the fear simmering inside you. 

“You’re not reading.” His warm breath tickled your neck. You shivered and squeezed your eyes shut. You knew what he wanted, and so badly did you wish to give it to him, like you always had but it was so wrong. His soul was gone, the very thing that made Sam Sam but it was still his body, his voice so tantalisingly close.

“Yes I am.” You bit back a whimper as Sam leaned in closer, his large hands planting themselves on the table in front of you, keeping you pinned to the spot. The tip of his nose brushed gently along your ear.

“No.” Suddenly the book was ripped from your hands and thrown across the motel room (something your Sam would never do). “You’re not.”

His lips closed around your earlobe. “Sam.” You cursed Dean in your mind, that man and his need for diner pie no matter how far out of his way he had to go to get it. “We can’t.” Fire pooled between your plump thighs, quickly soaking through your panties. 

He shifted closer, his strong arms now tightly pressed against you. He released your ear with a soft pop. “Can’t or won’t? Because I think we both know just how badly you want me, sweetheart.” You held your breath as Sam’s hands slowly moved from the table to your wide hips.

“Sam.” You tried again but this time he answered you with a deep growl.

“Say my name like that again and I promise that you won’t be walking straight for a week.” A moan escaped your lips before you could even think of stopping it. You could feel Sam’s plump lips curl into a devious smirk. 

“But-“ His grip tightened and all the doubts in your mind vanished.

“But nothing. Dean won’t be back for hours and you need to unwind and I happen to know the perfect way to do that.” 

As a last ditch attempt before your mind completely went fuzzy, you blurted out- “We don’t have condoms.”

His chuckle rumbled through your bones, sending a chill of excitement up your spine. “I’m not gonna fuck you, not today at least. I just want a little taste of this nice,” His right hand slid down the pudge of your stomach and wedged itself between your thighs, cupping you over the thick denim of your jeans, “juicy,” He nuzzled his face against your neck, “cunt.” 

“Be gentle?” You turned your head, encouraging the larger man to meet your gaze. His eyes shone with his victory.

“You want your Sammy don’t you?” He teased. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll give you exactly what you want.” And then he struck. 

His lips moulded perfectly against yours in a kiss long overdue. It was soft, almost sweet but you could feel the way he was holding back, forcing himself to relent to your wishes, even as he cupped your jaw with his other hand, deepening it. 

You whimpered against his lips and he reluctantly pulled away. You barely had a moment to catch your breath before Sam yanked you from your chair and lifted you into his arms. “Sam!” You tried to protest, but he silenced you with a kiss more determined than before. 

His tongue forced its way into your mouth as he strode to his unused bed. Your arms wound around his neck, Sam growling in approval. His knees bumped against the mattress and he fell forwards, catching himself with his right hand before he could crush you. Your pussy squeezed around nothing at the raw strength of the hunter you’d been pining for. 

You grabbed at the front of his flannel as he tugged on the hem of your jeans. Your teeth clacked together and the sound of ripping fabric filled the room. “Eager girl.” Sam groaned against your lips as you still held onto the now destroyed shirt in your grip. 

Your jeans button popped open. “Please Sam.” His long fingers grazed the wet spot on your panties and your hips bucked up, encouraging his touch to go just a little further down. He chuckled cruelly but yet he obeyed. The calloused tips of his fingers pressed into your throbbing clit, making your jaw drop with a silent moan.

He nipped at the frantic pulse along your throat, unbothered by the deep welts he was leaving behind. Your heart skipped a beat as you laid your palms onto his naked chest. “Sam.” His name was barely even a breath. 

“Good girl.” Your ruined panties were pushed to the side as his middle finger traced up your slit, gathering as much of your wetness as he could. “So wet for me. You’ve been waiting so long haven’t you.” He cooed.

You tried to pull him closer, but he wouldn’t budge, content in teasing you. “Shhh let me play a little longer and then I’ll give you what you want.” His slender hips rolled against your thigh, letting you feel the monstrous bulge of his cock where it was straining against his own jeans.

You squirmed as he finally pressed his thick fingers to your clit, just barely dousing the fire between your legs. “Please.” Your eyes burned with tears of desperation. You needed him like it was the only thing keeping you alive.

Sam tsked and in response, pulled his fingers away. You nearly cried as your relief was ripped away from you. “Now, while I do love your begging, we’re doing this my way. You need to learn.” 

He leaned back onto his heels, his ripped shirt perfectly framing his toned stomach and chest. You couldn’t look away from him, never could you have even dreamed that your best friend was this good-looking. “Jeans. Off.” 

Your hands flew down to your hips, eager to obey. Sam smirked and pulled off the tattered flannel, his eyes remained on you though, burning with lust. Your hands shook as you finally got your pants off. Your panties quickly followed after.

“What a good little slut, listening so prettily. You just want your Sammy to take care of you don’t you.” You nodded desperately.

“Please, wanna be good.” 

He grabbed your wide hips and rolled onto his back, dragging you up the length of his torso until you were straddling his wide shoulders. “Then be good for me and sit on my face.”

“But-“ He shot you a lot from between your legs and dragged you up further so you had no choice but to plant your knees on the mattress next to his head. You caught yourself on the wall behind the headboard as you tried to rock forwards and pull yourself up. 

“Do this for me, sweetheart. Lemme drown in that pussy.” His teeth sunk into the soft fat of your inner thigh. 

“But Sam, I-I don’t want to hurt you. ‘M not exactly small.” 

“Sit. I won’t repeat myself again.” Your knees wobbled but you remained upright, determined to not harm the man beneath you. “Fine, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

His arms wound around your legs and forced you down onto his mouth. “Perfect.” He grumbled into your cunt.

“Sam!” But before you had the chance to even think of prying yourself from him, Sam’s lips sealed around your clit and it took every ounce of self-restraint you had not to court around his head and keep him right there, suckling at you, forever.

Your moans echoed through the cheap motel room, bouncing off the peeling wallpaper and soaking into the old carpeting. You couldn’t help but grind down onto his face, chasing the pleasure he had already denied you once before. Sam groaned in approval from between your legs. His tongue lapped at you, moving with a precision that had you asking yourself why you hadn't relented sooner.

“Are-are you spelling something?” He just winked at you and ducked his head down once more. Your eyebrows scrunched as you tried to concentrate on the fluid movement of his tongue against you though the blinding pleasure made it difficult.

S-A-M-U-E-L He took a breath. W-I-N-C-H-E-S-T-E-R

He was branding you, and that thought sent you catapulting to the precipice of your end. “Sam, Sam please. ‘M so close, please, please.” His right hand released your thigh and quickly slipped underneath his chin, letting his thick fingers finally breach your needy cunt. The knot in your stomach wound impossibly tighter and then just as he crooked his fingers, hitting the delicate bundle of nerves within you, Sam spelled one more word.

M-I-N-E

“Fuck fuck fuck!” You thrashed on top of him, wave after wave of euphoria washing over you, drowning you in it as Sam’s unrelenting ministrations pushed you right into another orgasm just as the first was dying down.

Your hands flew to his silky hair and tried to pry him off of you but he kept going, seemingly determined to make you pass out from the pleasure. “Too much.” Your whole body shook as your nerves lit up like fireworks.

“Oh god-“ Suddenly, the tell-tale rumble of the Impala had both you and the man you were straddling freeze. The car door squeaked and you both looked at each other. 

Sam grabbed your hips and rolled you onto your back before ripping his half-naked body from yours. You threw the covers over yourself and shut your eyes, praying that your heavy breathing wouldn’t be noticed by the other hunter. 

Just as Dean’s footsteps reached the motel room door, Sam had tugged on a new (non-ripped) flannel from his bag. Your eyes slammed shut as the door creaked open and Dean slipped inside.

There was a beat of silence. “She sleeping?” You breathed out a sigh of relief, you couldn’t imagine what he would’ve thought if he realised what was happening between his soulless little brother and you barely moments before.

“Yeah.” Sam responded in a clipped tone, a now regular occurrence with his brother. Dean hummed and you heard the sound of a plastic bag being placed on the kitchen counter.

“I got some food for us. You want any?” You could’ve melted from the genuine concern in his voice but as Sam answered, your stomach churred with embarrassment.

“I already ate.” He smirked as he wiped away the last remnants of your cum from his lips with his thumb.

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Every little thing you do- Part 7

Tommy Shelby x reader

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A/N:Sorry for not posting this part earlier! I’ve been sick all week but I’m finally functioning like a human again 🤭 you’ll see some references to what really happened in season 3, I just adapted it to this story. Anyways hope you enjoy it! 🥰 let me know in the comments xx

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Tommy felt his anger raising, but he needed to calm down and think.

Think straight, have a clear mind.

Father Hughes was the most irritating person on earth. He didn’t want him to be involved in his charity project, that man was far from being someone respectable and he only make him waste his time. Deep down, Tommy knew he must have a dark past, something that he did wrong… he just needed to find what was his weakness.

It was still early, but still he needed a drink. Taking a glass and a decanter, he poured himself some.

“Thomas.” Polly called from the door.

“I need you to take care of everything today, gotta go.”

“Where?”

“I’ve a meeting, will probably be back later tonight.” He took a long swing of his drink. “Arranged a meeting with Vicente Changretta, Arthur and John will be there.”

They needed to fix the relationship with the Italians, after burning down the restaurant. He already had enough trouble in his hands.

“Fine.” She looked at him intensely. “You know… I was talking to Lizzie yesterday.”

Tommy hummed unbothered.

“Has Y/N told you if Lizzie keeps pissing her off?”

“No. Why?” He moved to his desk to take a few things.

Polly shuddered, perhaps she understood Lizzie wrong, she seemed to feel embarrassed and refused to say anything else to her.

“She’s jealous.” Polly ran her fingers through her hair. “She thought Y/N’s baby was yours.”

Tommy’s head snapped towards his aunt. His eyes had closed in disbelief. “What the fuck?”

“Look, I’m not judging her, and you shouldn’t either.” Polly gave him a knowing glance, se had talked to the secretary and she seemed to be having a change of heart.

“She told me she’s willing to do anything to get you to trust her once more.”

Pondering on Polly’s words, Tommy thought for a couple of seconds. “Anything eh? Alright… she’s going to help us clean the mess she made.”

He’d try to push Lizzie’s buttons just to make sure how far she could go. The sudden change could’ve a reason behind.

Now it was Polly’s turn to squint her eyes. “What are you thinking of?”

“She’s going to break up this absurd romance with Angel Changretta. Very peacefully.”

“Isn’t that too much to ask?” She asked cautiously.

“Explain to Lizzie how life works, no matter what Angel says, he’ll always remind her of her past. If she knows what’s good for her, she’ll always have her desk available here as a secretary, but if she keeps this going, I’m going to be her worst nightmare.” He warned right before storming out his office.

First he’d stop by to pay Ada a visit, then off to the meeting with the Russian royalty.

***

Y/N thanked the two men carrying the last piece of furniture into the office, they previously brought in the small desk and chairs, the bookshelf and a file cabinet.

In the corner of the room, she kept a box full of folders, sheets and other office supplies she would distribute among the classrooms. Most of her days have been busy organizing the storage and after a while it seemed to be presentable.

“Miss Y/N Y/LN?” The gardener called, getting her attention. “Your presence is required outside.”

“Oh! Sure.”

The Shelby Institute might open its doors any moment now, she thought as she strolled through the long hall, her shoes clacked against the floor, the daily walks around the institute made her keep in a good shape, because her belly was becoming more prominent day by day, of course she got out of breath anyways.

“We just need you to check if it’s the right color.” Paul asked pointing at the wall.

Tommy made sure to hire Small Heath people, purchasing all the material from local and small businesses, he felt this urge to help as much as possible because he couldn’t stop thinking given different circumstances, it would be him instead of them struggling with money, not having enough in their pockets to feed their family.

“This looks amazing, thank you for all the hard work you’re doing.” Y/N praised.

It wasn’t her place to supervise, but Tommy officially let her decide everything that was needed; from the color, decoration, even the personnel. He just kept signing cheques.

“Am I still on time to enroll my children? Could you ask Mr. Shelby, Miss Y/LN?”

“Yes of course you can! Bring me the papers tomorrow morning and the authorization.”

It was Tommy’s wish, to help as much people as possible.

The man gave her an embarrassed glance. “I don’t want them to be like me, I want them to have an education.” He added with melancholy.

“There’s nothing wrong to work in construction Billy,” Y/N encouraged. “But it’s admirable that you want them to be better.”

“That wouldn’t be possible without Mr. Shelby’s generosity.”

Y/N smiled at him but before she could step inside the building again, she noticed a car parking behind. Squinting her eyes because of the sun, she could barely tell who was that.

“Is this the Institution that runs that gang leader?” The man asked, judging by his attire he was a priest, but there was some off about him that said otherwise.

An uneasy feeling made Y/N take a step back, she covered her bump with the folders in her hands in a protective motion.

“Who’s asking?”

Tommy would be the last person on earth to have something to do with a priest.

The man looked her up and down, giving her a nasty and dirty stare.

“Tell him I’ll supervise this place, once it’s open.”

When he left, his vehicle made a cloud of dust. He didn’t ask politely, no, he pretended to be in charge of the charity.

Y/N walked inside the Institute again, making a mental note to add a room for the children to read, and they might need a fountain in the patio. She chuckled to herself, realizing she started to sound like Tommy.

No long after honking loudly, Tommy announced his presence, Y/N saw him behind the window as he was strolling towards her.

“Pick up your stuff, we’re going.” He announced.

“Where?”

“Somewhere, don’t ask.”

Y/N frowned. “I’ve to ask, it’s going to be midday, there’s things that need to be done.”

Tommy stepped into her office, looking for her coat and handbag.

“Yeah I pay you a ridiculous amount of money it’s about time you hire an assistant.” He said with a wink.

“An assistant of an assistant. That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve heard.” She added, Tommy noticed she crossed her arms, not pleased by his interruption, she was always doing what she had to do and don’t you dare to move something from her things-to-do-list.

“It’s something good, trust me.”

“Can I ask where are we going?” Y/N asked enjoying the wind in her face.

“No.”

“What’s with all this secrecy?”

“If I tell you, you’re going to tell me no.”

“Well, you better include food because the baby is getting hungry.” Y/N smiled at her bump, while her hands caressed in a circle motion. Day by day she was getting fond of her baby.

“Oh I was counting you’d say that, lately you’re demanding more and more food.” He added in a light mood.

“Polly says I need to eat for two.” Y/N defended.

Tommy chuckled and in a blink, he was gone. He literally stormed into the library.

The little information she managed to get was that now she was reading out loud for Tommy a book about Russians that ran away from the revolution and opted to live exiled and from the Crown’s charity. Tommy assured her that way was practical.

Parking later after in front of a couple of shops, but she still knew so little about what was behind Tommy’s requests.

“I’ve a meeting around, it should be quick,” he explained helping Y/N out of the car, “but I thought it might be good if you start searching for some baby furniture, eh?”

“Tommy…” She covered her mouth with her hand.

“And don’t even start saying you don’t have money, I promised your grandma to look after the two of you, and that includes the things the baby will need.” Tommy used her shocked state to practically drag her inside the store, wining the argument way before it could start. “Hello, we would like to check out a moses, a rocking chair, a drawer…”

Y/N stared at him silently, Tommy thought of everything and even though his generosity wasn’t a surprise, it still came out of the blue, catching her off guard.

“Would you like us to open an account?” Asked the perplexed sales woman.

“Yes,” Tommy answered eyeing a catalog. “Everything she wants, a lamp, the carpet, the sheets… just put it into my account.” He handled a card with his company name and address. “Pick you up in about an hour?”

Y/N nodded, still trying to process everything.

“Leave something for the rest of the costumers ey!” Tommy shouted from the door before disappearing.

The woman started swooning immediately. “I hope the baby will get his eyes.” The woman admitted with a blush.

Y/N opened her mouth to correct her and tell her that Tommy wasn’t the father, but she closed it instead, remembering the advise her grandmother shared with her; don’t explain your situation to people you don’t know, let them believe their assumptions even if it’s incorrect. It will save you of uncomfortable explanations.

So Y/N gave the sales woman an awkward smile and followed her to the back of the store, this moment would arrive sooner or later and she was already here.

“We can make any piece you want in a variety of colors, there’s a trunk in the corner that goes well with this dresser…”

“Let me bring the fabric catalog for the carpets.” Added another woman, they obviously wanted to make a juicy sale.

Y/N felt like she was walking on a cloud, the smile on her face couldn’t get bigger. And now, she was the one swooning over the furniture, her imagination taking her to unknown places with images of her rocking her baby to sleep, or taking a look through the canopy at a small bundle of joy.

An excited gasp escaped her lips when she landed her eyes on a crib mobile. Her heart did this flip inside her chest and she could hardly hide her emotions.

“Should we add it?” The expert eye of the sales woman noticed her excitement. “Your baby will be fascinated and spend hours staring at it.”

The mobile had a handmade star and a sheep, a fluffy cloud and a small sun. It was adorable, she couldn’t wait for her baby to be born to use everything.

Y/N was allowed to sit on the rocking chairs to see which one felt more comfortable and the women showed her a few combinations to create a whole set of dresser, a small wardrobe, a bedside table and also the different colors they had to offer. The more she looked, the more confused she felt because everything was beautiful! She had never had the chance to purchase furniture, since her house was filled with her grandma’s possessions.

A fond memory of her grandmother knitting a blanket for one of her sisters filled her mind, her parents didn’t have enough money to buy fancy furniture, so they used a basket as a crib, she was just a girl but she remembered it clearly.

Both women shared endless recommendations for her baby arrival, and Y/N felt extremely grateful and was willing to take every little thing that could be helpful.

As she flicked another page of the catalog, she wondered how long would it take Tommy to pick her up, then her thoughts wandered towards her sister Lee-Anne, the last time she saw her, it was the day her father hit her. They couldn’t meet because their parents where so strict now, after what happened, they were trying to move under the radar according to her grandmother. There were so many things she wanted to tell Lee-Anne, firstly assure her that she was alright, she didn’t need to worry, then when the time is right, she would explain everything to her, so the younger girl wouldn’t make the same mistake as her.

Not that she thought her baby was a mistake, no. Those are two separate things. But the circumstances it’s what was wrong, she was aware that not all women had a Tommy Shelby around the corner to selflessly take care of everything.

If only she knew then, she’d do it differently.

“Y/N?” A gentle voice called for her, something squeezed her arm slightly.

Her eyes fluttered open and Y/N looked around confused.

“You fell asleep.” Tommy pointed out.

“It happens all the time.” The sales woman gave her a small glance. “We didn’t want to wake you up.”

“Goodness.” Y/N felt embarrassed and mortified, she felt tired.

“So, I think you found the perfect rocking chair then.” Tommy raised his eyebrows in amusement.

“We’ll have everything delivered in a couple of weeks.” Her smile couldn’t get bigger.

Thanking them, Tommy and Y/N stepped outside the boutique, she wanted to stretch her legs so bad.

“How did your meeting go?”

“Boring.”

He always had just a few words to say. But his eyes, said everything that was crossing his mind.

“Did you get to drink vodka and do the Russian dance?” Y/N teased.

Tommy scoffed at her sense of humor.

“He’s a liar, a buffer. He’s just a filthy lucky bastard with the right connections.”

He sighed loudly, but at least Tommy was sharing something with her. In that case it would be so easy for him to make that man show his true colors.

As he started the engine, Y/N started telling him of all the adorable things they showed her at the store, noticing the way her eyes were glowing. And he obviously preferred that kind of news instead of the one Polly was about to share.

“I’ll wait here by the fireplace.” Y/N announced, not wanting to get in the middle of the argument.

Sitting in one of the couches, she leaned her head back, rolling her feet meanwhile a few steps away, the Shelby family were discussing over whatever John had made.

“If you apologize once, you do it again and again…” Y/N heard Tommy say as she was drifting away to sleep. But she was far too gone and tired.

Feeling drained after all the things he got busy with, Tommy couldn’t wait to be home.

“You can stay over so you don’t have to drive back.” He proposed to his brother Finn, who would be driving.

But as Tommy stepped into the entry, he stopped abruptly when his eyes landed on Y/N. She was peacefully sleeping on the couch, the flames of the fireplace casting shadows over her features while one of her hands rested under her belly.

He didn’t have the heart to wake her up.

“Bring the car around.” He whispered Finn, trying to concede Y/N a few more minutes before starting the road back home.

Taking off his coat, he slid it over her frame to cover her from the cold. Tommy tried to call her in a low voice, but she only adjusted her shoulder as answer. Y/N should probably take things easier, but she was adamant to finish the charity project, she was pouring every fiber of her soul into it and wanted to make sure every single detail was perfect.

“Y/N… let’s go.” Tommy tried again softly.

Fluttering her eyes, she slowly opened them squinting in confusion by feeling Tommy touching her shoulder.

“C’mon let me help you.”

“Hmm.” She hummed barely cooperating.

She was beyond sleepy by the time they reached the car, settled taking the back seat by herself, she heard the Shelby brothers talking something about an Italian pub and a fight that would eventually happen. Tommy mentioned something about their fragile ego and sending flowers to a hospital, but Y/N couldn’t be sure because maybe it was part of her dream.

She moved across the room, smashing the fresh berries for the pie she was baking, the lovely smell feeling the small kitchen, it was a sunny day and she could hear the birds chirping, when suddenly a baby cry came to her attention. Y/N rushed then to get pick up her baby who was demanding her presence.

“It’s just fine, are you hungry?” She cooed to settle the lovely bundle wrapped in a blanket.

“How’s my ray of sunshine?” Asked her grandmother from behind, reaching over to caress the baby’s face.

“Woke up hungry.”

“You feed the baby while I finish the pie.”

When the car took a turn Y/N’s bumped something, she woke up disoriented.

“Finally I was tired of you snoring.” Tommy teased taking at look over his shoulder.

“Oh my God I don’t snore!”

“Loud and clear.” Tommy assured her. “Like a truck driver.”

Y/N gave Tommy a surprised and embarrassed look, awkwardly she tried to fix her hair since it was out of place.

Finn rushed upstairs while Mary greeted them by the door.

“Something important came up?” Tommy asked the maid.

“Just a few letters.” She gave him a nod.

“Oh, and maybe a couple of responses to the charity invitation.” Y/N wondered out loud.

“All correspondence arrived under Mr. Shelby’s name.” The maid explained, making a bit obvious that she wasn’t very fond of Y/N.

Y/N looked between Tommy and Mary, waiting.

“Go on, go check the mail.” He told her softly.

“Mr. Shelby.” Mary tried to get his attention. “The mailman thinks Miss Y/LN is Mrs. Shelby, he asked me if Mrs. Shelby had anymore invites to send off.” The maid voiced with concern.

Tommy noticed the offended tone in her voice.

“Let him think whatever he wants, Mary.” Tommy shuddered, not thinking it was important. “As long as he takes the mail.”

“But…” she tried again, then closed her mouth when Tommy gave her the look.

“That’s all, thank you Mary.” Tommy dismissed her just as Y/N entered the reading room skipping happily.

“Guess!”

Sitting, Tommy groaned. “Guess what?”

“He said yes!” Y/N explained excitedly.

“Who?” He chuckled at her happiness.

“He leader of the Birmingham City Council is going to attend the dinner.” Y/N showed him the letter back. “Everyone has said yes.”

Tommy dragged his eyes from the piece of paper, towards Y/N.

“Ah.” Suddenly she got the energy of a kid, it was the nap during the car ride did wonders to her.

“I keep changing the menu, do you think we should offer something else?” Y/N kept explaining how she needed to send a Thank you note back to the people who had confirmed their attendance.

The charity was clearly an excellent job for her. Keeping her busy with something good whilst helping people in need and he was glad to have someone he could trust to take care of that.

“You need to remember to take this slowly, write off those notes tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.” He suggested.

“But Tommy, these things can’t wait, it takes days for the letters to be delivered and-”

“Very well then, why don’t you use the typewriter I gave you.” He cleared his throat and took a sip of his drink.

“Tom!” She chuckled. “You don’t write letters of a social occasion on a typewriter.” Y/N explained him with a smile.

“Oh, forgive me.” He raised his eyebrows.

She then went on to show him another paper. “I’ve the drawings of what they plan to do with the grounds of the institute. There’ll be an area for the children to play. Look.” He hummed in response. “And the Birmingham Charity Commission have agreed to set aside their three rotten floorboards upstairs and grant us the license within a month.”

She finally took a deep breath after managing to explain him all in record time. There was a soft smile playing on his lips and she found tenderness in his eyes.

“You’re not listening to me.” Y/N sentenced.

Tommy leaned forwards. “Yes I am. I am.”

“You think I’m becoming obsessed?” Y/N stopped abruptly.

A chuckle escaped Tommy’s lips. “No, as a matter of fact, I love the passion you’ve put into this project.”

“This wouldn’t be possible without you.” Y/N expressed honestly.

Tommy gave Y/N a long look, studying her features, until he finally spoke.

“I’ve something for you.” Y/N frowned confused. “I know you’ll say it’s a bit too much, but still.”

“What did you get?” She eyed him suspiciously.

“Close your eyes.” Tommy encouraged.

“Tom.”

He fixed his eyes on her, not taking a no for as answer. So she gave in, turned around and closed her eyes.

Leaning back, Tommy got something out of his pocket, holding the chain between both hands, he presented Y/N the present.

Y/N felt lost for words when she saw the necklace. “What’s this?”

“A sapphire.” He explained calmly.

The cold stone sent a shiver down her spine when it made contact with her skin. It felt heavy and strange to have a stone that bug hanging from her neck.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“A simple thank you could work.” He winked. “And before you even start, you can either wear it or keep it in the box it’s your choice.”

Y/N was still trying to process the overpriced present, never in a million years she imagined to own something like that piece of expensive jewelry.

“This is insane, but thank you.” She chuckled nervously. “Where am I even supposed to wear something like this? The charity event?”

“You can wear it to church if you want, it’s yours Y/N.”

“Goodness.” She looked down at her chest and touched the cold gemstone. “You really look for any excuse to show off your wealth, damned bastard.”

Tommy laughed loudly. “You got me.”

“I wanted to ask you to be my baby’s godfather… but you’re going to spoil the poor child.”

“Oh I think I earned that right, so you better keep considering me.”

She slapped his arm playfully, earning another laugh from him. Tommy pulled her by the arm but the sharp move caught her off guard and made her loose her balance, landing on his chest. His arms came around her waist instantly in a protective motion, and their laughs subsided as soon as they realized how close they were to each other’s faces.

Something they both didn’t know how to name ignited in that moment, suddenly her warm hands felt like burning through the layers of his clothes, his deep blue sparkled in a way she had never seen before.

Struggling to form a coherent thought, Y/N used his chest to support her arms and move back. Tommy cleared his throat just as he was trying to clear his mind.

“Sorry… I stumbled.” She tried to smooth her clothes.

“Yeah.” He noticed the blush on her cheeks.

“Better go to get s-some rest.” The words rushed out of her lips. “Have a good night.”

“Good night, Y/N.” He replied more to himself, watching her leave the room.

Taking the remains of his drink in a swing, Tommy thought how close they were of crossing a line that would change everything.

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the long way home | steve raglan x female reader

inspired by @arkarti ’s ongoing fanart series

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words | 4.7k

cw | sexual content

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It’s the worst sort of luck, breaking down in the middle of nowhere.

The only saving grace is that it happens in the early morning, just after sunrise. You walk that dusty interstate road for what feels like hours. You have cowboy boots on that are meant to be flashy, not really proper footwear. Your heels are killing you and the sand that decorates the barren landscape feels like it has seeped into every pore and crevice. You can taste it, feel its grit in your hair and on your skin. The sun beats down and you’re grateful that you at least have sunglasses to shield your eyes. You’ve got your hair pinned up but it doesn’t really help with the heat much. You’re drenched in sweat that makes your tshirt cling to an even wetter bra and your skirt drags against damp thighs with every step. Sheer misery and yet you plod on, because you can’t—won’t—go back where you came from. There is just the promise of something more, moving forward.

You think you hear an engine and turn your head. The road has that shimmery haze to it, making it difficult to discern if there is anything moving over that lift of pavement you’d navigated awhile back. It’s getting larger, closer, so you decide it’s not a mirage after all. The vehicle is the same color as the ground you’ve grown to detest trodding over, a bland beige shade with a slightly darker interior. You grind to a halt and the sedan slows and pulls onto the shoulder, the tires dipping off the asphalt and onto the dirt.

You’ve been taught never to pick up hitchhikers, but not what to do when faced with the prospect of being one. Your steps are cautious as you approach the parked car. You haven’t gotten a good look at the driver yet, not that that was any clear indication of their intentions. Looks could be deceiving. Anyone could be dangerous.

The man—you can see it’s a male now, behind the wheel—leans over and cranks the handle of the window around, the glass descending and disappearing from view. He’s got a long sleeve shirt on which seems a poor choice given the climate, but you can feel the cool waft of air that emanates from within. The car has air conditioning. You find yourself taking an involuntary step closer towards that promised land. To be away from the sun. To feel a cool breeze. You’re not sure you can resist that kind of temptation.

“Need a ride?” It seems a foolish question. Of course you did. You’re hardly out for a leisurely stroll. “That was your car back there, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, she quit on me.”

“That’s a shame.”

The man’s voice is pleasant. You like the sound of it. There’s a rasp to it, combined with something else that’s difficult to describe. You notice he’s wearing a tie to go with the shirt. A traveling salesman, maybe? He’s got that demeanor. Smooth talker. Neatly trimmed facial hair, the same blend of salt and pepper as the rest. Glasses. Friendly smile that makes the lines around his eyes crinkle, becoming more pronounced. Dimples, too. You know you’re staring and you know it’s rude. You shuffle your feet, kicking up a little cloud of dust.

“I’m happy to give you a lift somewhere. I promise I’m not a serial killer.” He chuckles softly and you join him, relaxing slightly. The driver seems innocent enough. Maybe you’re just being paranoid.

Still you hesitate. You glance back the way you came. You look ahead. It all looks the same. So far to travel on foot. It was almost midday. The temperature was rising. It isn’t just about discomfort; it’s dangerous to your health, being out here like this.

“I’ve got water. Ice has melted by now, but…”

It’s the final shove you need. You lift the chrome handle and settle inside, cranking the window back up. The shift in the temperature is incredible. The shade. You murmur your gratitude. A thermos is pressed into your hands.

“Make sure you put your seatbelt on. Wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.” You finish gulping down the drink he’s gifted to you. Best damn thing you’ve ever tasted. You hastily jerk on the nylon strap, securing it over your shoulder and across your waist, the buckle settling into place with a satisfying click. You offer to return the drink, secretly glad when he insists you finish it.

You drain that container so fast your stomach aches. The ice hadn’t melted that much, actually. You keep the leftovers in your mouth, allowing them to dissolve. You squirm a bit, your feet still uncomfortable.

“Take those off, if you want.”

“Thanks. I’m sorry if my feet stink. I wasn’t planning on walking so much in them.” You bend and tug each one off, sighing in relief. Your bare feet curl against the shallowly carpeted floor mat. Sheer bliss, except those tender spots you’re pretty sure might be forming blisters. You’re not going to prod them just yet to verify.

“Thanks again for giving me a lift.” You introduce yourself.

“No problem. I was heading in this direction anyway. No reason not to. Put the radio on if you want. Or take a nap.”

You’re not sure sleeping is the best idea right now, as weary as you are. The man is still a stranger. So you opt for the first choice, fiddling with the dials until you find a station with a decent signal. Not really your type of music, but at least it’s background noise. You let your head tip back into the cradle of the head rest. Your eyes shut. You’re only going to rest them for a moment.

You fall asleep.

***

You jerk awake, suddenly aware the vehicle has stopped.

There’s a definite trail of drool leaking from the corner of your mouth. You swipe at it hastily, straightening in your seat, your eyes darting around frantically. You’re suddenly thinking of the drink you’d been offered. Drugged? How stupid and careless can you be?

No. You’re mistaken, surely. Just tired. You can see you’re at a gas station. He’d stopped at a gas station. Nothing wrong with that.

You struggle to shove your feet—yes, those are blisters, a matching set for each foot—back into your boots, depressing the button to release the seat belt’s buckle, the restraint making a little whining sound as it retracts back into its plastic casing mounted on the side of the car. You push the passenger door open and it creaks in protest. You’re not about to pass up a chance to use the restroom, as vile as it probably is, and grab yourself a drink and a snack.

The man giving you a lift emerges from the store, and you realize then just how tall he is, mostly legs that go on forever. He’s got a rolling sort of walk that draws your attention to his hips. Your cheeks flush and you force yourself to look at somewhere safer, fixing back on his face. There’s a piece of cherry licorice between his teeth, shiny red twined ropes tucked through a barrier of even white, the pocket of his shirt bulging with what looks like a pack of cigarettes, a bottle of soda in hand. “Hey. I was going to wake you, just wanted to give you a chance to rest a bit more. You were really worn out.”

“Yeah, I guess I was.”

“Want something from inside? My treat.”

“No, I…I got it. You don’t mind waiting?”

“Not at all.”

“Th…thanks. I won’t be long.” You duck inside the shop to get a key for the restroom. It’s attached to a comically large piece of scrap wood. You unlock the restroom door and push it open with trepidation. Okay, not terrible. Seems relatively clean. Certainly not the grossest you’ve seen. No paper towels in the dispenser, but at least there was toilet paper. Even soap in the pump on the wall. Definitely could have been worse.

You return the key and peruse the aisles quickly, aware the man is still waiting for you. You decide water is still the best for hydration, opting for a package of mini powdered donuts for a snack. Not the healthiest option, but hey, you think you’ve earned it considering the day you’ve had.

Back inside the sedan, you slide the seatbelt back into place. You shove your feet free of the boots again and crack the plastic wrapper off the water bottle. It’s one of those ones with the nozzles you pull up and down to open and close it. You take a long pull and get started on the donuts. Your companion has made short work of the candy, chewing and staring at nothing in particular. He reaches for the pack—cigarettes, just as you’d suspected—in his shirt pocket and pulls the bit of red plastic tab that marks where to unravel the wrapper. He glances over at you as if to ask if you mind and you shrug. It’s not really your place to tell the owner of the vehicle you’re in if he can or can’t indulge.

He leans and pushes in the cigarette lighter on the dashboard, slotting one of the paper rolls between his lips while he’s waiting. For a time you sit in companionable silence, you nibbling on your donuts, your fingers and lips already dusted in powdered sugar, while the older man lights the end of his cigarette and takes a deep inhale, sighing the smoke out of the open window. You’re surprised he’s a smoker, honestly; his teeth look too pearly white for that. Maybe it was something he only did rarely, when the mood struck him. Traveling with a young female hitchhiker, perhaps.

You demolish the contents of the package in your lap embarrassingly quickly. You’d been starving. You lick the white coating off your fingers and lips and feel the man’s eyes on you as you crumple the plastic packaging in a tight ball. He points to the center console, where the lone vacant cup holder holds spare change and a faded looking receipt, the other occupied by his soda. You deposit your trash there and take another sip from your bottle, staring out the window. The engine rumbles to life. You hear the window crank being rotated and you copy the man, closing your own. The cool air soon returns, drafting welcomingly over your skin. The car is moving again. You’re on your way once more.

***

When the sun starts to go down, things feel different.

Maybe it’s because the radio signal has finally gone out of range. You tire of working your way through bursts of static and finally shut it off.

You wonder if the driver is getting tired at all.

He doesn’t seem it, his eyes focused on the road his headlights reveal, his posture still straight and upright. You don’t know how he maintains it. You can’t stop squirming, trying to get comfortable. Your ass hurts and your legs are cramped and you just want a shower and any even remotely flat surface that can serve as a bed.

“You never mentioned where you wanted to go.”

His voice startles you. It’s been so long since either of you has spoken. You’d forgotten how his sounded. That pleasant gravel drag.

“Hurricane. But I know that’s still a ways ahead. I don’t expect you to take me all the way there.”

“What’s in Hurricane?”

“Not what. Who. My sister.”

He grunts. “I’m going to Hurricane as well.”

“Really? Why?”

“That’s where I live. Where my business is.”

“What business is that?”

“Restaurant.”

“Really? Which one?”

“What do you think about stopping here for the night?” He gestures and you look through the windshield, seeing the lights of a motel glowing like a beacon against the growing darkness.

“Uh, yeah. I guess so.”

The turn signal taps in a rhythm that sounds a little too rapid, matching your elevated heart rate. You’re feeling nervous again. Mistrustful, although if the man had wanted to take advantage of you, he certainly could have done so before now.

He pulls into one of the empty spots in front of the office that shares a similar bit of crimson neon to match the motel’s vacancy sign. You speak before he exits the car, feeling pressured to say something before this continues any further.

“I’m grateful for the ride, and I know you’ve been nothing but kind this far, and I appreciate it. I might…I might just see if my sister can come pick me up tomorrow. I hope you’re not offended.”

He pauses, his fingers still curled around the door handle. “If that’s what you want.” You nod. “Alright, then. I guess this is where we part ways. Good luck to you, miss.”

“Thanks. You, too.” You’re suddenly feeling guilty. He really was just a nice guy trying to help a stranded woman out. He didn’t deserve this kind of treatment. “Maybe I’ll visit your restaurant, leave a generous tip for—” The door shuts and you cease talking. Well. That was one way to end a conversation.

You pull the boots back on and exit the car for what you think will be the final time. Your traveling companion is already inside, speaking to the man behind the counter. You can see the rows of keys with red tags hooked on the wall behind him. The man turns and pulls two down while the driver scribbles into a book on the counter. There’s a faint jingling of bells to announce your arrival, and the man passes you without a word.

“I need a room please. Single.” Your eyes glance down at the log book. You can’t read the signature of your benefactor. He still hasn’t told you his name.

“You’re all set, miss. Paid up by your friend there.” He waggles his eyebrows and nods towards the door.

“Oh, he’s not…”

“No?” The smile on the man’s features is far too suggestive. You grab the key off the counter, turning to leave.

“Sign the book, please. Then you can go to your room. Or your friend’s. Both paid for, so it’s all the same to me.” Another smug smile. You hurriedly scrawl your signature and exit the office, feeling your cheeks burn.

Your heels are loud on the decking that lines the front of the motel rooms. You glance down at the number printed on the tag, a chipped white six greeting your vision.

Your steps slow when you reach the correct door. The sedan is parked in front of the door beside yours. Of course the motel manager has given you rooms next to each other. Of course he has.

The man is apparently already inside the room, the car empty. You insert the key in the lock and shut the door, sliding the chain across. You close the blinds and turn to survey your surroundings. About what you’d expected. Dated furniture that felt straight out of the seventies. A carpet that badly needed to be replaced. You hoped there weren’t bed bugs. Gross.

You stride over to the bathroom. Chipped sink. Chipped toilet. Chipped tub too, but you don’t really care. You crank the faucet and let the water pour out, hastily reaching to plug the drain. You’re finally back out of that accursed footwear. Your clothes pile on the floor. Maybe not the best idea, but you’re too desperate to get into the tub just then.

It’s heaven. Sheer bliss, submerging yourself in that basin. You spend a long time soaking, letting your body temperature decrease. Scrubbing away the dirt that has clung so stubbornly to your skin. Rinsing your hair twice. You linger until your fingers prune and then you unplug the drain and turn on the shower, rinsing off a final time. You don’t have anything clean to sleep in, but you’ll survive. You’d wash your clothes in the sink, but it will take time to dry them. So back on the shirt and panties go. You leave your bra and skirt draped over the shower curtain rod. Fuck those boots.

You put the television on low volume and flip back the flower patterned coverlet. Well, it seemed insect free, anyway. You sink onto the mattress and pile the pillows together behind your head. You don’t hear any noise from next door. The room on the other side looked unoccupied, and the driver’s…well, maybe he’d just gone to bed.

He’d paid for your room. You had to thank him, at least. Damn it.

You slide back out of bed, returning to the bathroom to slip on your bra and skirt, cringing when you view those hated boots again. Fuck it. You’ll risk going barefoot. Knowing your luck you’ll step on a rusty nail and get tentanus, but fuck it.

You open your door, startled when you see the man standing outside. He’s leaning against one of the deck posts, smoking again. The end of the cigarette glows in the darkness.

“Thank you for paying for my room. You didn’t have to do that, you know.”

“I’m aware.” He barely spares you a glance, blowing a stream of smoke and flicking the ashes from the end of the cylinder pinched between his fingers.

“You should let me pay you back. There’s a liquor store just down the road.”

“I noticed that.”

“I’ll treat you. Pick your poison.”

His eyes focus on you again, his gaze lingering on your bare feet. “I don’t think they’ll let you inside like that.”

“I’ll put the boots back on,” you grumble.

The man hums thoughtfully. “Tell you what. I’ll go get something and bring it back here to share.”

“But then that’s you doing me a favor again.”

“Yes.”

“So then I’ll owe you even more.”

“I’m not keeping track. That’s you doing that.”

You chew your bottom lip. “Why did you pay for my room?”

He shrugs, taking another drag. “Seemed like the right thing to do.”

You don’t have a response for that. Everything the man did just made you feel more and more ashamed for doubting his intentions.

“What do you want to drink?”

“I…beer is fine.”

“Then beer it is.” The remains of the cigarette land on the pavement and the man steps off the deck, grinding it beneath his heel. “I’ll be right back.”

You nod, settling into the one of the cheap plastic chairs beside a small circular table that served as a patio set. You can hear the faint hum of insects, or maybe it’s the neon signs. It’s still hot. The pleasant effects of your bath are already fading.

True to his word, the man returns with a case, setting it on the table and sitting across from you. He’s loosened his tie so that it drapes in a lazy knot around his neck. It doesn’t look like he’s sampled the motel’s plumbing just yet. He rips a hole through the carboard box and hands you one of the bottles before taking his own. Chilled, and already sweating. You wrap the hem of your shirt over the cap and twist it off. You take a sip and hear the satisfied sigh of your companion as he does the same.

“You didn’t tell me your name,” you say, fiddling with the metal cap with the crimped edges, spinning it on the table’s surface. There isn’t much room with the beer case there.

“It’s Steve.”

“Steve,” you repeat. “Steve what?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“In case I decide to look you up. You know, to pay you back.”

He waves a hand in the air dismissively. “You didn’t see what I wrote in the logbook?”

“Your handwriting is atrocious.”

Steve clutches his chest, sucking in his breath dramatically. “I’m deeply offended.”

“You’re not. Why won’t you tell me? Is it a big secret?”

“Maybe. Maybe I’m a celebrity, just trying to live like the common folk.” He takes a pull from the bottle.

“Yeah, sure. Just like the rest of us losers.” You pause. “You’re handsome enough to be an actor. Got the voice for it. I can kind of see it, actually.” The compliment slips from your lips before you can think better of it.

“Flattery, now? I don’t think my heart can take this much stress.”

“You’ll survive.”

“Probably.” He finishes the bottle and reaches for another.

“So out with it, Mister Movie Star. What is it?”

“Raglan.”

“See? Was that so difficult? Nice to meet you, Steven Raglan.”

“Not Steven. Just Steve.”

“Okay. Just Steve.” You finish your bottle and colllect another. “How come you’re so chatty all of a sudden? You didn’t say five words to me all day. Are you that much of a lightweight?” You gesture with the beer bottle.

“Hardly. I was concentrating on the road.”

“You could’ve talked more.”

“I apologize for not making your ride more entertaining.” He stands, resuming his position leaning against the post again. You rise as well, noting you are the actual lightweight, already feeling a bit lightheaded. Blame the empty stomach. You pad over to stand beside him. “I thought you wanted privacy. It’s not my place to ask for details about your life.”

You consider that. “You think I’m being nosy.”

“No. Not really.” He swallows another mouthful of beer. “You don’t trust me.”

“I…I’m being cautious. A woman stranded in the middle of nowhere should be, don’t you agree?”

“Of course.”

“If it was your wife, or daughter…”

He smirks. “Clever way to source the information you want. I’m no longer married. Children are grown. It’s just me. The handsome movie star, all alone.”

“Okay, okay.” You nudge his arm playfully.

“What about you?”

“Single as a Pringle,” you quip.

“That’s a new development, isn’t it? What you’re leaving behind.”

“Am I that transparent?”

“I’m good at reading people.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

You pull the now empty bottle from his hands and place it along with yours down on the table, selecting two more. You hand one to him and take a long sip from yours. They’re going down so smooth. You don’t even really like beer all that much. It’s making you feel warm and you hate that, but you like the buzz and you like the company, too.

“Okay, since you’re so insightful, tell me what I’m thinking right now?” You fold your arms across your chest, smirking after issuing the challenge. You’d meant it to be playful, but the look he gives you as he turns to face you holds no humor. Those blue eyes capture yours and trap them.

“You’re hoping your sister is more welcoming than you remember, because when you left, you weren’t on the best of terms. You’re hoping you can find a job soon and get back on your own two feet again. Relying on your ex so much was a mistake. You hate asking for help, even if you need it desperately. You—”

“—Stop.” You cut him off. “Don’t…don’t say that. You don’t know that. You don’t know me.”

“Alright.” Another shrug. He swallows more beer.

“How do you know so much?” Your voice is soft.

“I told you. I have a way with people.”

“You should be a fortune teller. Or one of those televangelists. Spouting prophecies that are actually real.”

“I despise religion. And I don’t predict the future. I just…understand people. Their motives. Even the ones they’re too ashamed to admit to.”

You’re not sure how to respond. The conversation is shifting, no longer light and comfortable and teasing.

“That’s why I don’t talk much. People don’t like hearing the truth,” he concludes, polishing off the rest of the alcoholic beverage he’s clutching. “I’m going to say goodnight now. It’s been a long day. Again, good luck.”

“Wait.” Your hand clutches his sleeve. “Let me…let me try it. What you just did.”

“You think you know all my secrets? Okay, I’ll indulge you. Go ahead.”

You lick your lips. “You’re coming back from somewhere you didn’t want to go, but you’re not exactly eager to get home, either. You’re tired of your business. You’re probably good at it, but it’s boring. Monotonous. You’ve always played by the rules. You long to break them, just once. See how the other half lives.”

His mouth curves slightly. “A nice attempt. But way off. Goodnight.”

He’s back at his door, hand reaching for the brass knob.

“You’re name isn’t really Steve Raglan.”

His fingers freeze. You see his shoulder blades stiffen beneath the dress shirt. He turns back to face you. Smiling again, but this one is darker, less friendly. “Good. That’s good. Clever girl.”

“What else have you lied about?”

“You’ll figure it out.”

You take a step closer to him. “Tell me now.”

“Why don’t you just ask for what you really want instead of playing this tedious game?”

Your mouth gapes, then snaps shut. “I don’t know what you’re…”

“This,” he breathes, dragging you to him, his lips touching yours.

Any protest you might have murmured dies. You melt against him, sink hands into hair that feels as dusty as yours had earlier, clutch handfuls of the rumpled fabric of his shirt that had undoubtedly started out the day crisply pressed and neatly tucked. He tastes like the beer he’s just consumed and the cigarette from earlier and you savor it all, letting him lick your mouth open for discovery. You’re shoved against the door and it strikes you again how tall he is, how much he towers over you. Those large hands already display more finesse than anything you’ve previously known, stroking over every curve, mapping each sensation. You hear the doorknob rattle as he fumbles it open, keeping you secured, not letting you tumble back into the sudden void at your back. His room is dark and he shoves you down onto the bed that’s still made. You wonder what he’d done while you’d been lingering in your own bathtub for all that time.

He’s at your neck and you’re at his pants and somehow you manage the belt and the fly while your skirt is lifted, panties tugged down. You’re not thinking about anything other than the need screaming between your legs, hot and damp and urgent, whimpering when you feel his cock pressing against your entrance. You’re not even sure if he’s shut the motel door in his haste to be at you.

He slides out of you almost as soon as he’s begun—you’re so wet and slippery—and he grabs your hips and shoves you back, leaning his body weight against you, and this time he fills you to the hilt. You wrap your legs around him and roll your hips to match his momentum, your mouth brushing facial hair before reconnecting with his lips. You’re fucking a stranger that lied about his name and you don’t care; it makes it better somehow, not really knowing. You don’t want to get caught up in details, in feelings again this soon. This man can be anything and everything and if it only lasts for tonight that’s fine, too.

His mouth tucks beside your ear and he whispers to you in that wonderful rusted voice of his, the hand slithering between your bodies stroking you just right, lighting those nerves up. He’s urging you to let go and you do, your body taut and then ragdoll limp as he pumps you full of his own release. You’re sticky, sweaty, pressed against him but you remain there, tucked now beside him, panting and spent and feeling better than you have in a long time.

You’ve nearly drifted off to sleep when you hear his voice again, or perhaps this is merely a dream, asking if you need a ride for the remainder of your journey.

You offer an affirmative answer, then inquire the last of your drowsy thoughts, asking if he might take the long way home.

You don’t hear an answer, already asleep. But that’s alright.

You can ask again in the morning.

[joshlmbrt]

I’M LOST IN TRANSLATION, COULD I NEED YOU THIS MUCH? | CHAPTER ONE - ROADTRIPS WITH DUSTIN HENDERSON.

CHAPTER WARNINGS; does not follow the events of ST, there’s nothing really to label as a warning this chapter honestly, maybe keith though???, dustin being nosey ???, eddie being a bit snappy, but other than that, nothing!

an; chapter one is here! i hope you all enjoy this and im super excited to start doing CRAZY angst in this series. so buckle up!

CHAPTER LIST | PROLOGUE | CHAPTER TWO.

Eddie’s sneaker is making a slight squeaky noise in the waiting lobby of the Hawkin’s State Penitentiary. There’s a woman who has chunky frame glasses and annoyingly chews gum behind the chunky computer - the mouse clicks annoyingly under the polished, red coffin nails. 

Eddie chews at the loose skin around his nail as he stares at her and he can feel a small eye twitch as he watches her. He’s beginning to grow annoyed because his break is almost up and she’s taking her sweet, sweet time. He’s still yet to eat. 

“Does this take all day? Or…” His brows lift and he lets out a small, agitated laugh. “Or are you just trying to waste my time?” 

He doesn’t mean to snap. The woman behind the plexiglass only lifts a brow and her eyes cut over towards him. She says nothing in response, only going back to the clacking of the keyboard. Eddie wants to scream. 

He can’t lose this job - an ‘actual’ job - because it’s helping Wayne with the bills and he’s aware that the old man is appreciative of what he’s been putting forward to the bills and the groceries. 

Playing around in sales was fun, but he knows that it can’t go on forever and he wasn’t really making any money anymore since he graduated and all the popular, rich kids went off to their ivy league colleges. 

He’s also been putting cash on his father’s books - nothing too much for the man to keep expecting it will continue. He’s still yet to face his father and actually have a conversation. But putting money on his books is sort of like a conversation - right? 

It’s like, ‘here. Thinking of you. Get you some cigarettes. Or a Honey Bun. Or whatever.’ 

He’s not even sure if Alan knows that it’s Eddie sending the money. For all he knows, it could be Wayne sending the cash to get him whatever he wanted. 

“You’re all set.” 

Blinking, he stares at the lady with a crunchy perm. “It took that-”

“Computers are slow.” 

“You could’ve told me that instead of me just wasting time standing here,” He scoffs. “I also have a job as well.”

“Then you should’ve come on your day off.” She fires back. The printer behind her spits out a freshly printed copy that she pulls from the tray. 

“I don’t have a day off this week,” He mocks her voice and her cheeks turn a pink shade. “If I’m fired because of you,” He points at her. “Then I’m suing.” 

He wouldn’t actually sue. 

And he wouldn’t be saying all this either because Eddie is nice, despite what others might think. He’s always nice to others while they’re working because he knows what it’s like to have someone down your throat constantly for something you can’t handle. 

But some people (example - woman behind the counter) doesn’t have the decency to be as nice. When he stepped in, he smiled, she never smiled back. 

Speaking as nicely as possible, she seemed far away. Eddie tried to make excuses for the woman - maybe something was going on at home and she wasn’t 100 percent today. But she’s always been like that. 

Today was the final straw. 

He doesn’t let her say anything back to his commentary, he doesn’t have the time. He walks out quickly and towards the van that he had parked up front. Slipping in, he’s slamming the door and rubbing at his forehead. 

He doesn’t have time to sit and think about how long and irritating everything was. His hand shoots down and starts the engine and he quickly buckles because he’s about to burn rubber. 

🕹️

It’s fifteen minutes past his break when his tires squeal on the pavement from turning into a parking space too fast. The small yell he lets out is behind gritted teeth and it sort of makes him wince from the vibration. 

He’s fumbling to kill the engine and unbuckle all at the same time. He makes it work, somehow, and he’s gripping the green vest in his passenger seat, hopping out and quickly jogging towards the entrance door of Family Video. 

Being the gentleman he was, he allows a customer to walk in before him - not to say he wasn’t snapping his fingers discreetly beside his thigh, maybe they just thought it was a tic and hopefully the strained smile he gives off is anything besides that, strained and worried. 

The girl looks at him weird and a boy comes up from behind her, a hand squeezing at her shoulder as he leads her in. Eddie rolls his eyes, stepping inside and sees Steve and Robin. 

And a fuming boss named Keith. 

A man who smelled of cheeto dust and flirted with every pretty girl that stepped into his workplace. Eddie always felt awkward around the man, but even more so when he was the only one on the shift and Keith came in and stayed until Eddie closed the store. 

“Munson,” He starts, arms crossing over his chest. He tries to seem tougher than he actually is, everyone lets him believe it. “You’re fifteen, almost twenty, minutes past your lunch break.” 

Eddie stares at him and suddenly he feels like he’s in school again being scolded like he always has been. He clears his throat and gives a small smile as he walks towards the register. “I had an urgent thing come up. Sorry, Keith.” 

A palm is lifted and Eddie stumbles into a stop so he doesn’t run into the clammy thing. “You’re fired.” 

“What? No, Keith, I need this job. It won’t happen again,” Eddie had never pleaded for a job before, this is the first one he ever pleaded to stay and he feels weird doing it - especially when he knows there’s a Now Hiring sign at a local pizza place around the corner. 

But the smell of grease and cheese everyday doesn’t sound to nice at the moment and he’s grateful more people are able to handle it so he can eat the delicious-

He’s hungry. 

His stomach grumbles and Keith’s eyes look down at his stomach when he hears the sound before looking back at Eddie’s face. “Did you even eat?” 

“I told you,” Eddie huffs. “I had something urgent to take care of - I was trying to rush. Please, it won’t happen again. I promise. If it does… then you can fire me.” 

He wants to smack himself because he knows it probably will happen again. 

Keith sighs and looks at Steve who quickly looks away, as if he wasn’t listening, whistling a small tune. Robin drops a tape when his beady eyes cut over to her. 

He then sighs. “One,” He holds up a finger. “more chance. That’s it. Don’t let it happen again.” He walks around the counter causing Eddie to lean against the outer edge of the counter, watching him walk out of the store. 

Eddie shakes his head, running a hand through his hair as he steps behind the register. 

“Dude, what happened? Where were you?” Steve’s even more nosey now, especially since Keith just left and he doesn’t have to ‘tone it down’ as Keith had told him too before. 

Eddie rings up a girl who had been waiting a while in line, ignoring Steve for the time being. Waiting till she’s out of earshot, he turns and leans against the counter with his arms crossed. Robin comes up and places the remaining tapes. 

“Nothing. I got stuck in traffic.” Eddie didn’t want the two to know about what he actually does every second Thursday of the month because he doesn’t know what they’d think about him giving money to a criminal who didn’t deserve it. 

Steve’s brows lift, head tilting. “Where did you go?” 

“Because you obviously didn’t eat anything,” Robin points out when she hears the grumble of Eddie’s stomach again. He mutters below his breath. “Your stomach has been rumbly-tumbling for the past ten minutes.” 

“Okay, Pooh,” Eddie scoffs, turning down and leaning on his elbow instead of letting the hard wood poke into his skin. “I just went on a drive is all. I wasn’t hungry at the moment. Now, where are the tapes that I need to reverse?” 

Steve sighs and points towards the EMPLOYEE’S ONLY door that had chipping green paint around the golden doorknob. Eddie clicks his tongue and does finger guns before walking towards the door. He steps in and spots a single Honey Bun on the desk - and it’s one of the iced ones. 

Puckering his lips in thought, he turns his head and glances over his shoulder. He hums to himself and shuts the door quietly before walking towards the desk and grabs the sweet treat and when he opens the plastic, his eyes shut and a groan breaks free from his throat. He can feel the stickiness around his mouth when he takes a big bite. 

“Good God…” It’s muffled against the food and he takes another bite before chewing. If anyone walks in at this moment, he’s sure he’d cower like a wild animal while hunching his back and hiding the Honey Bun. He chuckles at the imagery. 

Sitting down, he tilts his head back as he chews. It’s not necessarily safe, but he can’t find it in himself to care at the moment. 

Once he finishes, he lets out a heavy sigh before wadding up the trash as he sits up and tosses it into the trash. Reaching for the phone, he dials a number. 

“Hello?” 

He grins. “Henderson, what are you doing tonight?” 

“Uh, nothing. Why?” 

“Pack a bag. You and I are going on a little road trip tonight.” 

“Why didn’t you call me earlier?” 

Why is everyone wanting to know his business? “Because I was busy, Dustin. Do you want to go on a road trip or not?” 

“Okay, okay. Jesus, take a chill pill, dude. What time?” 

Eddie leans back into the chair and it creeeaks slightly and he turns as he looks at the clock. It’s currently 3:15 and he still has two more hours to go at least, then he has to pack. 

“Just to be on the safe side, give me til seven,” There’s a small sigh on the other end. “Hey…I’m not forcing you to go if you don’t wanna, just thought you’d wanna go. Buuuuut, if you don’t want to see what I have in store, that’s fine.” 

It’s quiet for a moment before Dustin finally replies. “Fine. I’ll see you at seven. Wake me up when you get here.” The line goes dead and Eddie grins, dropping the phone back into the receiver. 

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Dustin is grumpy when Eddie wakes him up but a smile breaks out when he notices the snacks that Eddie had bought him - plus a slushee. 

His mouth is all blue and he watches the You’re leaving Hawkins sign pass by in a blur and he’s looking over at Eddie. Water drips down the cup slowly and splashes onto his pants. “Where are we going anyway?” 

Eddie’s blood red lips pucker as his eyes stay on the road. If he looks at Dustin, he knows the kid will immediately sort of figure out maybe why he suddenly decided to do an impromptu trip away from Hawkins. 

“Just needed to get away,” He shrugs. It’s not a lie. And every so often, it’s nice to get away from a place you’re living in. Eddie never considered Hawkins a home, per se, he only stays because of the people he’s grown with over time into the person he is now. “Thought it might be nice to take someone with me.” 

Dustin narrows his eyes and slowly slips his cup back into the holder. He doesn’t believe that’s the only reason Eddie took this trip, but nonetheless, Dustin doesn’t pry because he doesn’t want to be tense the whole way there if Eddie spills something he’s not comfortable with spilling just yet. 

“Thanks for inviting me. My car isn’t looking too well so I have no way to go out of town if I wanted to.” Dustin looks out the window again. 

Eddie glances towards him and his mouth drops into a frown. “I can take a look at it once we get back.” 

Dustin looks back at him quickly. “Really? You’d do that for me?” 

Eddie nods. “Yeah. I’d help you with anything.” He reaches over and playfully messes up Dustin’s hair. Dustin lets out a small laugh, slapping his hand away. 

“Thanks, Eddie.” 

“No problem, Henderson.” 

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𖡡 AGUSTA, INDIANA 

Eddie parks in an empty parking space and glances over at Dustin. His breath fogs up the window and his hat had fallen to the floorboard. Eddie quietly reaches over and grabs it and places it on the dashboard before looking out his window. 

Across from where he parked at some janky motel that was cheap enough for a night was where he had come two weeks ago for that concert and yet, he couldn’t get you off his mind. 

It’s closed for right now, but Eddie plans to take Dustin inside tomorrow and let him play for however long he wanted. He saved up enough. Sliding out quietly, he stretches out his limbs and walks into the lobby. 

It only takes a second, since only truck drivers who pass through, pay and get keys. Eddie decides to take the bags into the room, clean up the trash before waking Dustin. 

“What time is it?” He mumbles, eyes looking around as he wipes at the slobber. 

Eddie blows out some smoke to the side and holds out the keys for him to take. “Two in the morning. Go lie down. I’ll be in, in a minute.” 

Dustin slips out of the van, walking towards the door - or stumbling in a sleepy haze. The door slams once he’s inside and Eddie turns as he shakes his head. He stares at the building. 

He’s not exactly sure if you’re even working tomorrow, or if you’ll remember him. He’s hoping you will, especially if you said you were going to look for him at the concert next month. 

He’s not even sure what he’s going to say. 

‘Oh, I was passing through! Wanted to say hey!’ 

That could work. You don’t know where he’s from technically, that you’re two hours away from where he lives. You don’t have to know that this was all a planned trip. 

So that’s what he’ll do. He’ll say he was passing through and wanted to make sure no boys were messing with you. 

He nods to himself and lifts his foot up to press the end of the cigarette into the bottom of his boot. He walks around his van and walks towards the room before stepping inside and locking the door. 

He notices Dustin didn’t even have the energy to kick off his shoes or pull the covers up. Eddie shakes his head, walking over and pulling off each shoe carefully and dropping them by the nightstand. He pulls up the covers before turning off the lamp. 

Walking around, he kicks off his own shoes before falling down. Curls spread around his head and he lets out a small sigh as he reaches over and turns off the lamp by his bed. 

Eddie is quick to fall into a deep sleep. 

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Dustin stumbles when a kid runs past him with a long line of tickets. “You drove me…here? To play arcade games?” 

Eddie’s looking around, attention elsewhere. “Mhm. Yeah, bud.” 

Dustin gives him a look before looking around as well. It’s been awhile since he’s been to an arcade and this one is nice so he isn’t going to complain. 

Eddie pats Dustin’s shoulder. “You go look around, I’ll go get you some coins.” He points to the coin machine. Dustin nods and parts from Eddie. 

Eddie turns and looks at the register. And you’re behind it, handing some kid a gel bracelet that they’ll probably snap, but you’re all smiles - he believes you could probably convince him to get one. 

He glances over his shoulder and notices Dustin is further down the line of games before he decides to stand behind the kid and his mother. 

“Thank you for playing! Have a wonderful day,” You wave at the kid before they turn and leave the arcade. Eddie steps up. “Hi, can I-” Your brow lifts slightly. “Weren’t you here two weeks ago?” 

He chuckles and waves awkwardly. “That’s me. Almost got a good fight in,” You smirk a bit and nod. “Eddie,” He reminds you, even if you didn’t ask. “Uh, anyway. I was about to get some coins and saw you, wanted to say hello.” 

“And make sure no one was bothering me, hm?” You’re only teasing, but Eddie finds himself nodding. 

“Eddie! Where are the coins?!” 

Eddie turns to look at Dustin before looking back at you. “I wanted to bring my little brother to play,” Dustin blinks, lips opening to speak up. “But, I won’t bother you any longer. Bye!” Eddie is pushing Dustin up front and towards the coin machine, fumbling in his wallet for a twenty. 

“Little brother?” Dustin whispers to Eddie. “That’s the best you could come up with?” The back of his hand swats at Eddie’s shoulder. 

“Hey! Don’t…Don’t do that. Don’t speculate anything.” 

“Who said I was speculating? I never insinuated myself of speculating anything. Unless there is something you’d like to tell me that I should speculate about.” Dustin grins. 

Eddie rolls his eyes and takes a cup from the top of the machine, dumping the coins inside before shoving them into Dustin’s chest. “Go play and bother someone else.” 

“Shouldn’t have invited meeee.” 

Eddie rolls his eyes and follows behind Dustin. He glances over his shoulder at the register, stopping in his tracks. There’s a tall guy near the edge of the counter - real douchey looking - with a nice tucked in shirt into some blue jeans and perfectly styled hair. 

Your hand intertwines with his after someone else takes your spot and you emerge from the back before exiting the arcade. 

“Ouch.” 

He flinches and looks over at Dustin with a narrowed look. The young boy is quick to hold his hands up in mock surrender. “Don’t shoot me down with a look, sir.” 

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Go play.” He wants to sulk in peace. 

[ this story is based on my ‘truck driver!eddie au’ which you can find HERE. ]

— @joshlmbrt 2024

🕹️ thanks for reading! comments, reblogs, feedback, & requests are always welcomed, encouraged, & deeply appreciated!

[foodsies4me]

The trainees protecting Magnus is now immortalised as one of my fav head cannons to ever exist. Mostly cause Magnus deserves to be loved and protected and pampered. He has been doing this for others for centuries and secondly he deserves it cause he is just amazing and beautiful soul.

Secondly I actually got so emotional at all the trainees banding together to give him hugs and bring him snacks. Magnus really went from single bachelor with no soul mark trying his is unloveable to the being loved by a handsome Shadowhunter and his clan of protective lil beans. I can only imagine the scene after when Malec are alone and Magnus just breaks down cause ‘fuck, I really am adored for more than my magic’. Cue protective and soft soulmate Alec and just all the emotional reassurance cuteness ☺️

You’re honestly amazing. Like never miss a beat, always on point in ways I could never imagine ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

As a (waaaaay too late) follow up to the Magnus getting hurt prompt and getting some trainees cuddles. (I am running so far behind on my prompts which I know all meant as prompts but they spark too many bunnies and then I want to write them.😂

Anyway here is the short follow up to that first prompt.💜

Magnus watches as the trainees walk out the door in pairs of two and threes. They’re all stalling, Hideaki “accidentally” forgetting five different pencils while Max forgets his socks, shoes and needs to pee before he runs out of excuses he can use. Clara is clinging to him, pouting and arguing with Alec that Magnus needs another Sad Pancake Day despite his injuries having entirely healed. 

Seeing the displeasure on their faces – the disappointed pouts that not even Aloysius and Ariadne manage to hide has something squeezing painfully in Magnus’ chest. Something warm and tender and painful, tearing and healing old wounds as Magnus struggles to keep his voice light and teasing.

Chairman Meow is pouting as well.

It’s not as visible as the crossed arms and downturned lips the trainees have adopted, but it’s visible in the way he’s swishing his tail and twining himself around the trainees’ legs, trying to stop them from leaving in a way Magnus doesn’t dare to.

“-okay Magnus?” Alexander’s voice pulls him out of his internal stewing. He’s looking at him, waiting for an answer. He has Clara and Steph hiked up on one arm while Leo and Barika are dangling from the other and he doesn’t even seem to notice it and the sight makes Magnus’ heart tighten again.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that darling.”

“I’ll see you tonight?” he repeats, rolling his eyes when the reminder Alexander will be back tonight causes another wave of protests.

“Now, now my darling beans – it’s only until Saturday. I’m sure you’ll all survive a few days without me there.”

“But we don’t want to,” Payton grouches this time around. “Can’t you just come live with us at the institute? And then Chairman Meow can come too and we don’t have to wait.”

“Alright, that’s enough out of all of you,” Alexander interrupts before anyone else manages to fit another word in. “We’re already late so say bye to Magnus so we can go home.”

The chorus of Fine’s that echo through his loft sound somehow even more unhappy and displeased than everything else the trainees have said before this point. They bid him goodbye with quick stolen hugs and promises to see him on Saturday before Magnus is alone again in his too-big and too-empty loft.

“Meow,” Chairman Meow complains when the door shuts behind Alexander, the sound high and whiny.

“I know, Chairman,” Magnus sighs, sitting down on his couch so Chairman Meow can climb onto his lap. His chest is still hurting, his heart overflowing with more emotions than he knows what to do with. “I know. I miss them too.”

If later that night he ends up with tears in his eyes when Alexander hands him the drawings and get-well cards the trainees made him, his heart too full of love and care, then that’s only between him, Alexander’s shirt and the privacy of his wards. 

[lau219]

Enemies with Benefits

Part 7

Previous part here

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“Thirty-five.”

“Fifty.”

“Thirty-eight.”

“Fifty.”

“Forty.”

“Fifty.”

Pausing, Tommy slowly released a breath before inhaling deeply and then speaking once more.

“Forty-five.”

“Fifty, or I walk, Shelby.”

Y/N leaned back in the chair in front of Tommy’s desk, definitively crossing her arms and holding his gaze with a look of sheer determination. As she spoke his name, Tommy smiled in amusement.

“What happened to ‘Mr.’ Shelby?” he asked.

“Gloves are off now, so we can forego the formalities,” Y/N replied as she continued to stare back at him. “Besides, fewer syllables to address you means I can insult you faster.”

Tommy’s smile widened.

“Well, in that case, ‘Tommy’ has the same number of syllables as ‘Shelby’, you know,” he said, tilting his head.

“We’re not friends,” she reminded him yet again. “Now stop sidetracking. The fact is, I made that place what it is. I’m the reason it’s successful. That doesn’t suddenly change just because you stole the place from me and now your name is on the paperwork.”

Tommy’s expression returned to a serious one.

“I didn’t steal it from you, Y/N,” he said. “In fact, some might say I saved it for you.”

Arching an eyebrow, Y/N crossed her legs.

“Or, you know, lead me on, intentionally kept me in the dark, and then pulled the rug out from under me...however you want to word it,” she said sarcastically as she stared back at him. She knew there was validity to his statement, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of agreeing with it.

“Y/N, that’s not—”

“Don’t try and make yourself out to be a hero,” she said, cutting him off. “Now, you want me to still run the place for you? Then I get fifty percent of the income.”

Tommy stared back at her for a tense moment. They’d already agreed to other changes to the contract between them, but this was the biggest point to be settled.

“Forty-seven,” he countered once more.

“Good luck finding my replacement,” Y/N said as she grabbed her bag off his desk and rose from her chair. As she made to turn around, Tommy spoke.

“Alright, fine,” he said, his voice stopping her before she reached the door. “Fifty percent. But that’s after all monthly expenses are met and employees are paid, not before.”

Slowly turning back around, Y/N gracefully walked back to the chair she’d been occupying and sat down again.

“And the accounts for the place will all remain in my name, so that I have access to them and can make sure you’re not moving money around behind my back,” she said. “We’ll add you as an account holder, but with monitoring privileges only – no transactions can be made by you.”

Tommy scoffed and shook his head.

“That’s not very reasonable, love,” he said. “As the owner, I’ll have expenses to pay.”

Y/N continued to look at him.

“I’m your manager; I’ll handle all that. You need something, you come to me and I’ll write the check. In return, I’ll provide you with a receipt or invoice for every withdrawal we make, so you know exactly where your money went.”

Tommy shook his head again.

“And you think I’m going to forever forfeit to you the access to my own money?” he asked her in disbelief.

“No, not forever,” Y/N replied, now also shaking her head. “Just for the next six months.”

Tommy furrowed his brow.

“What?” he said.

“That’s the other thing I wanted to talk to you about,” Y/N responded.

Uncrossing her legs, she scooted forward to perch on the edge of her chair before she continued talking.

“If you still want me to also help you turn the other clubs around, you’re going to have to be willing to potentially give my club back to me.”

“What?” Tommy said again, his face full of confusion.

“If you want me to turn those other clubs around, you’re going to have to agree to a little bet,” Y/N said to him.

It was Tommy’s turn to raise an eyebrow.

“What kind of bet?” he said to her.

“Some of those places are pretty far gone, and there are also a few that, even though they’re popular, they’re barely breaking even,” Y/N began. “We’d be lucky to see a surplus from any of them within the next six months, regardless of what we do to set them straight.”

“I’m aware of that, love,” Tommy nodded slowly.

“However, with some hard work, it can be done,” Y/N continued. “And I know you want to see a return on your investments as soon as possible. So...”

She leaned forward even more and rested her hands on Tommy’s desk, looking him straight in the eye.

“If I get at least five of the ten places bringing in a minimum fifty percent increase in profit within the next six months, then you give me back my club. Full ownership, no strings attached, completely mine again. You’ll still benefit from whatever work I do to the other ten places, and those will all still be yours, but if I make them successful enough, then I get my place back.”

Tommy held her gaze.

“And if you don’t?” he asked.

“If I don’t, you’ll still be benefitting from whatever work I do. You’ll also keep my club, and I’ll still stay on as your manager. I’ll also agree to turn over the accounts to you at that time and accept a monthly salary of whatever the average is of what you pay me over the next six months.”

Slowly, a smile began to spread across Tommy’s face. She was biting off more than she could chew. As good as she was, a fifty percent increase in six months was asking a lot, especially for multiple locations. As much determination as he knew she had, he didn’t see it happening. But he could enjoy watching her try. And he’d still have her when it was over, and in more ways than one, if he had anything to say about it.

“Alright, love, but I’ve got an edit for you,” he said.

Y/N crossed her arms over her chest.

“This is an all or nothing offer,” she replied. “You either agree, or I walk away.”

Tommy shook his head.

“It’s not a change to the stakes; it’s an addition of my own term,” he said.

Y/N cocked her head.

“And that would be?”

Tommy smiled again.

“During all this, you agree to ten dates with me. I choose the day, time, and place, and we go out together. You show up, we talk, have a good time, and I pay the bill.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows as she digested what he said. Was he seriously trying to get her to agree to date him while all this went down?

“Are you serious?” she said.

“How else am I going to convince you that I’m not as horrible as you think I am? Who knows, we may even have you calling me ‘Tommy’ by the time it’s all over,” he replied.

The adorable way he smiled as he said that nearly made Y/N smile herself.

“Don’t count on it,” she said, and the smile escaped her lips as a smirk.

“Well, we’re gonna find out,” Tommy replied. “You want me to agree to your terms? Then you agree to mine.”

He extended his hand across his desk to her, waiting for her to shake it. After hesitating for another moment, Y/N finally reached out and met his hand with hers.

“Good,” Tommy said as he released her hand. “Now that that’s taken care of, let’s finish up this contract, shall we?”

He gestured over to the laptop she’d brought with her, which was sitting beside them on the desk.

“I emailed the draft to you earlier,” he said. “Go ahead and open it and make the changes we discussed. Then we’ll add in a section about these new conditions before we print it off.”

As Y/N opened the laptop and pulled up his email, she recognized the document that Polly had given her the week prior. Going through it, she entered in the changes that she and Tommy had agreed to. However, as she came to the part that discussed what she’d be paid for continuing to manage the club, she saw that the line was no longer blank, as it had been when Polly had shown it to her. Rather than waiting to be filled in with whatever amount they’d agreed upon, Tommy had already entered that she’d be receiving fifty percent.

Y/N lifted her head and looked up at Tommy, who was looking at his phone.

“You already entered my percentage here as fifty percent,” she said to him.

“Yep,” Tommy replied, still focused on his phone.

“Wait, so you’d already decided to give me fifty?”

Setting his phone down, Tommy looked at her, simply smiling in response.

Y/N furrowed her brow.

“Why did you have me going back and forth with you, then?” she asked, unsure how to process the surprising fact that he’d decided ahead of time to split things evenly with her.

Still smiling, Tommy held her gaze.

“Just wanted to see if you were as strong of a negotiator as I guessed you were,” he answered.

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[kangnina]

So… because I’m still so new to Jake, I’m after a first-time encounter.

Let’s say reader and Jake meet for the first time. He’s seen her around, thought about her a bit. But he wants to get in her pants.

How does he go about it? Do things move fast? Like they get to it almost immediately? Or does he like to take her on a date first?

And… when he takes her body how does he do it? Where does he do it? Is he gentle? Rough?

(As far as reader is concerned, Let’s say she is a keen and horny lady because you know I love a spicy scenario)

Jake really tried to do his homework on you. He saw you in the library, at the cafe, in the gym. It was obvious that you were a socialite because you were hardly ever alone. Guys and girls are always in your presence. He tried to figure out the best time to approach you. Things had to go perfectly if he expected to get you into his bed. Jake watched as you walked into the kitchen of the frat house party he crashed. Of course, you’re here. Ms. Socialite. He runs through potential pick up lines in his head as he takes a sip of his beer. While he’s zoned out he doesn’t even notice that you’ve snuck up behind him.

“Hi Jake,” you whisper in his ear. He jumps, almost spilling his beer all over himself. Eyes wide as he looks at you.

“You know my name?!” his voice cracks. Then he tries to straighten himself up to appear less eager. You giggle at him.

“Yeah, I’ve asked around about the Aussie guy who is always staring at me everywhere I go.” He smiles nervously.

“Damn. It’s that obvious huh?” he says, running his hand through his hair. Well there goes the perfect first impression.

“You wanna go upstairs?” you ask, biting your lip. The music is so loud. He can’t believe his ears.

“What?” he asks. Maybe you are asking him where the bathroom is.

“I want to fuck you,” you say clearly into his ear. You watch his adam's apple bob as he swallows hard. Jake chugs down the remainder of his beer and nods his head excitedly. He’s speechless but who needs words? You want dick not poetry. “You’re so cute,” you laugh as you grab his hand and drag him through the house of drunken co-eds. Up the stairs. There are people lining the halls. Talking, kissing, puking. But Jake has tunnel vision as you lead him to a room at the end of the hall. To his surprise, you produce a key from the pocket of your tiny jean skirt. You insert it into the lock and open the door. “It’s my brother’s room,” you answer his unasked question. Jake has more questions but he decides against it. No need to kill the vibe by being logical. You lock the door behind you and Jake stands in the middle of the room looking shyly at you. You pull your crop top over your head, braless– perky tits eager to be grabbed by the handsome man before you. You push Jake back onto the bed, his hands immediately grasp your breast as you straddle his lap. You waste no time locking your lips on his and humping his erection.

Jake is shocked to discover that your tongue is pierced when your tongue teases his. A few minutes of sloppy kisses and fondling has his mind reeling. You climb off of him to remove your skirt. Standing before him with your little black thong and your high heels, Jake fights with the zipper of his jeans to free his aching cock. Just as he pulls it out to stroke it, you slide your thong down your legs. A clit piercing too?! Holy hell. Approaching him once again to straddle his lap. The tip pressed against your wet folds. Jake lets out a moan. You stuff your thong into his mouth.

“Shhhh. No one can know we’re in here,” you whisper in his ear. Jake nods his head in understanding as you sink deeper onto him. As soon as you’re completely filled, he grabs your hips to hold you in place. He squeezes his eyes shut and gives a tiny shiver. He needs a minute or he'll bust a nut immediately. Ruining his perfect dream. You giggle, licking his ear. You know you’re not helping him. But it’s just too easy to frazzle him. Cooing “Don’t be stingy, baby. I want it all. Can you fill me up with your cum, Jakey?” you tease.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Jake’s muffled groans as you start to bounce up and down on his cock. The angle is amazing as you hold onto his shoulders. Your tits bouncing against his face. He holds onto your ass. Fingernails digging into your flesh. His big puppy eyes, staring at you in awe. Despite your warnings to be quiet, you are anything but. Clenching and shaking around Jake. Watching you take what you need from him has him quickly at the edge. He groans. You grab his dark locks and roll your hips. Nibbling his ear lobe.

“Gonna fuckin' ruin you, pretty boy,” you growl. He absolutely loses it. Cock spilling cum into you with no warning. Your thong is soaked with his spit as he sighs, dropping his sweaty forehead against your chest. But you aren’t finished. You keep going. He’s sensitive. Whimpering. Your hand is still locked into his hair, pulling his head back to look him in the eyes. “No. No. It’s not over, Jakey. I said I am going to ruin you,” you laugh wickedly. His eyebrows furrow only for a moment before his eyes flutter shut. Pathetic whimpers making you wetter. You keep bouncing. His cum dripping from you onto his jeans. Jake has no idea what he’s in for but he fucking loves it.

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[pennylanefics]

Drive-In Theater - Jack Drury

a/n: i finished this surprisingly quickly because jack brain rot is real 😵‍💫 i actually love how this turned out, aside from some small things, but i hope you like it! <3

summary: jack takes you to a drive-in movie with a very important question to ask

word count: 1.6k (exactly omg!)

Jack was always full of surprises, despite not being a spontaneous kind of guy, he liked planning surprise dates for you and giving you hints here and there to see if you could guess it before you arrive at whatever location he chooses.

Sometimes they were simple, like a nice dinner at a restaurant you both love, or a day trip to another city for shopping, or even general dates like bowling or ice cream and watching the sunset in a nearby park.

This time around, Jack was planning something a bit more special, he was going to finally ask you to be his girlfriend. And to say he was nervous was an understatement. He wasn’t sure if you wanted the same, but since your dates were going well, he knew he wanted to take the relationship a step further.

He cared for you so much, and you were very special to him; he didn’t want to be apart from you and he definitely didn’t want to stop seeing you, so he needed to make this right.

“Okay, final clue, it involves movies,” Jack says as you pack your Jeep up for the date he has secretly planned.

“Is it a movie in the park?” You guess excitedly. There were blankets and a few snacks that he threw into the back seat, as well as a couple pillows.

“Not exactly,” he clicks his tongue, wrapping his arms around your waist after you shut the door. 

“Well, it’s obviously not a theater since you are bringing blankets and pillows.”

“Nope, you’re out of guesses. Sorry, princess.” He pecks your nose and taps your bottom as he walks around to the driver’s seat, after opening your door for you, of course.

Groaning, you climb in and shut the door, looking over at him.

“You’re not nice,” you grumble in a teasing manner, eliciting a chuckle from him. He reaches over and grabs your hand, raising it to press a kiss to the back of it.

“It wouldn’t be fun if I wasn’t a little bit mysterious,” he jokes, putting the car in reverse to back out of the driveway.

The drive is quite peaceful, music playing softly in the background, Jack’s hand still in yours. It made your heart flutter thinking about it, just a simple touch from him was enough to send your mind haywire.

“Okay, close your eyes until I tell you to open them,” Jack lightly demands, looking over at you. You raise your eyebrows at him in disbelief.

“I’m not doing that,” you retaliate. He rolls his eyes and sighs, knowing you were hard to crack sometimes.

“Fine. You aren’t making this too much fun, you know?” He laughs, pulling up into a large parking lot, a massive movie screen set up and a bunch of cars parked in front of it.

“A drive-in movie?!” You squeal with joy, your jaw dropping as he pulls up to the attendant, ready to take his payment. He guides Jack on where to drive, specifically if he wants to park backwards, which was a different, designated area.

Following that route, there’s another attendant waving him over and telling him how to properly turn around and back into the spot. Jack follows the instructions with ease, and soon, you find yourself throwing the blankets and pillows in the trunk of your car, setting it all up nice and cozy for the two of you to relax in.

You brought some candy, but there is a food stand not too far from where you are parked, selling popcorn, hot dogs, and a few other things that you were absolutely going to take advantage of.

“What movie is showing?” You ask Jack, laying back and gazing up at him. Cars were still piling in, and the screen now displayed a countdown until how long it would be before it starts.

“There’s a couple, it’s The Truman Show and Big.”

“Two very different movies, but really good ones.” Jack nods and lays on his back with you, looking over at you with a small smile on his face.

As you and Jack talk, the countdown eventually gets to five minutes, and that’s when Jack decides it’s the best time to get in line for food, since it shortened quite a bit, everyone wanting to be in their cars and ready.

He returns with less than a minute to spare, with two hot dogs and a bucket of popcorn, also handing you a bottle of water. You sit up and take your hot dog from him, diverting your eyes to the screen just as the timer ends, going blank for a moment before showing an old 1950s ad, just like they used to show at drive-ins.

The Truman Show was first, a movie you’ve seen plenty of times, but still love nonetheless. 

“I don’t think I’ve seen this before,” Jack whispers to you a little bit after it starts. You glance over at him in surprise.

“Really?” He nods, taking a bite of his food and looking over at you as well, his blue eyes glimmering in the glow from the screen. Speakers are planted near your car so you can clearly hear the audio, and you had a wonderful view of the screen, not objected by anything.

“Well, you’re in for a roller coaster of a movie,” you laugh, nudging him a little. He smiles and looks down at his lap, knowing he had to do this tonight or he was going to be scared to do it at any other point in time.

After finishing your food, you curl up under a blanket, laying on your sides and staring out the back of your Jeep. The temperature had dropped significantly, but thankfully, Jack told you to prepare for it, so you wore sweats and packed a sweatshirt. But being in his arms and so close to his body, you felt very comfy and safe, and most importantly, warm

Jack’s hand rubs up and down your back under the covers, his head resting on yours, a grin almost stained on his face at this point. Everything felt perfect, and he knew he was making the right decision. He just hoped you felt the same way.

When the first movie ends, there’s a half an hour intermission until the next one starts, giving people time to use the restrooms and get snacks, or just chill for the time being. You head to the bathrooms, the line being a little longer than expected, but that gave Jack time to clear his mind.

“Phew, come on, you can do this,” he whispers, trying to give himself a small pep talk, shaking his arms and upper body a little. “I can do this.” He scrolls on his phone until you get back, and when you do, you are crawling back under the covers and curling into his side.

“Miss me?” You tease, reaching up to press a kiss to his cheek. He blushes instantly, making you giggle softly and caress the cheek you just kissed.

“Little bit,” he gulps nervously. This was the perfect time. “Actually, on the topic of that, or uh, completely off topic, it’s not really related to that at all-”

“Jack?” You cut off his rambling, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “What’s wrong?” He pauses and takes a deep breath, gathering his thoughts.

“I wanna know if…uh, if you’d be my girlfriend?” His voice was shy and quiet, anxiety coursing through his body as he gets the question out in one go. Your heart races when the words slip from his mouth, taking time to process it. “Or, if you want to be my girlfriend. I’m not sure if you saw this going any further but I know that I can’t be-”

You silence him once more, although this time, it’s with a kiss. The air is knocked from his lungs but he falls into your touch within seconds, humming softly as he feels your lips against his.

“I would love to, Jack,” you breathe out against his mouth once you part from him. “I want to be your girlfriend.” Your words send Jack into a blushing mess, his smile widening across his entire face, his eyes lighting up as you agree to his question.

“You do?” He confirms, grabbing onto your cheek. Your own smile stretches at the corners of your lips, your head nodding.

“I would love nothing more,” you giggle, kissing him once more, for a bit longer this time.

“God, I was so scared to ask,” he admits after the kiss ends, his breathing slightly labored as he tries to catch his breath.

“Aw, really?” He nods and looks down at your hand, reaching to grab ahold of it, threading his fingers through yours.

“I was worried you would say no and the rest of the date would be very awkward,” he chuckles quietly, his eyes darting between your entwined hands and your eyes.

“I was wanting you to ask for a few dates now,” you admit to him. “I haven’t felt like this in a while, but I knew from the first date that I wanted to see you more…you know, officially.”

“My girl,” he teases, wrapping his arms around you now, pulling you into his chest. Your laughter fills the night air, crowded with the voices and laughter of many other people.

But you and Jack were in your own little world, in each other’s embrace, underneath your covers, over-the-moon with the newest change to your relationship, and both of you were eager for your, hopefully, long future together.

taglist: @petite-potato4

[simplydannie]

I’ve been thinking about doing an infection AU that of course involves some of the Under Rageous AU elements as well as the Poison AU elements. I’m trying to see how to work this one out to make it different than the other amazing infected AUs out there. Here’s a preview and spoiler to what will happen if I continue this.

I am so sorry in advance 😭

“Keep on running Tye!” Branched continued to pull the little Troll behind him.

They were almost there, he could sense it…he could feel it. Tye’s breathing grew heavier and heavier, tears still stinging his eyes. Everything that happened was only hours ago, maybe more? Time was weird now.

The ground continued to shake underneath as they were being chased. Despite them being so small, this virus gave the infected a keen sense of smell, making it hard for anything to hide. Branch turned behind him, he could see the glowing eyes get closer and closer as the infected grew nearer and nearer…He got a closer look as he saw it was a Rageon…it was always a Rageon.

“We’re not going to make!” Tye yelled.

“Yes we are….We have too…We promised …We promised them..” Branch said. He continued to pull Tye along keeping him close, “This way!” He pulled Tye into a large log that lead lower into the cliffs. As they hit the bottom, the Trolls went into some underbrush. Branch placed a finger on his lips as Tye covered his own mouth.

The hiss and grunts the infected could be heard above them. Branch dug into his cloak and pulled out a small knife…Veneer had helped him make that…

“Small enough for you, but strong enough to cause some hurting!” Veneer had said. A lump formed in his throat at the memories…

“We’re going to make it…we promised.” He said again. The hisses and grunts grew nearer, they could hear the infected smelling the air for the small Trolls, the groans and cries were eerie, an echo of the person they once were. “Get ready to run when I say so.” Branch whispered to Tye. The young Troll nodded…Soon, the noises had disappeared…there was nothing but the silence of the outside world.

Branch let out a sigh of relief.

“How far?” Tye said wiping the tears from his eyes.

“Close. Very close. Judging by what Floyd had said, they have BergenTown completely barricaded, but we will be able to make it through.” Branch said.

“Aren’t they being careful who they let through? Making sure no one is infected?” Tye asked.

Branch nodded, “You have the white cloth right?” Tye took out the piece of cloth from his little bad. “Wrap it around a stick. We need to be ready. Those things are gone…for now.”

Tye grabbed a nearby twig and safely secured the cloth around it, he paused, he hands grew shakey as the tears come back. Branch heard the sniffling coming from his tiny body.

“Hey?”

“We….we were so close…” Tye said in between tears.

Branch finely swallowed the lump in his throat, “I know…I know.”

“Was there anything we could’ve done?”

“I….I don’t know….I guess we’ll never know.” Branch peeked into his bag, good, the valuables were still secured and safe…He needed to get them to Floyd. “…We got to make it though…for them…remember we promised.”

Tye nodded. Wiping the tears from his eyes he stood up and secured the twig safely in his bag. “I’m ready.”

“Let’s go.”

They quietly walked out from where they hid, the sound of breaking twigs and leaves were heard from afar…the infected hadn’t left, they were still near. The Trolls continued as quiet as they could.

“Keep going. Only a matter of time before….” The wailing, eerie cry of an infected sounded through the air as it smelled and spotted the small Trolls. “RUN!” Again they were off. Reaching into his bag Tye took out some seeds, Insomnia Seeds.

“Let’s hope this also works on the infected!” He tossed them behind him, a mist of dark purple pollen evaporated into the air. A few infected fell to the ground unconscious, but a few continued to chase after them. “Worth a shot.”

“No it did work! There are less of them now…I see it! I see the Bergen Castle! We’re almost here Tye!” The Trolls ran as fast as their tiny feet could carry them…but the infected were much bigger, they were gaining on them. Using their hair, they slingshotted themselves as far as they could, before they knew it, they were on the main road. Barricades erected from the ground surrounding the town, keeping any infected Rageon or Troll out…or any other species for that matter.

Standing on the walls were Bergen guards, “Hey look!” One called out pointing towards the distance. Using a spyglass, the other Bergen peeked through. “Trolls…and it looks like they got a small army of infected chasing after them.”

Branch noticed the Bergens on the watch tower, “They’re watching us! Wave the cloth!” Tye pulled it out of his bag and began waiving it in the air.

“…They have a white cloth! Non-infected?”

“I don’t want to risk it. Get ready to light of up the fire blooms!”

Coming from the stairs below was a tiny Troll, “Wait!” Floyd called out as he jumped on the Bergen and peeked through the spy glass. “Branch…It’s Branch and Tye!” He peeked again, “But were is….”

“Branch? Let them through, let them through!” Poppy demanded.

“But Queen Poppy?”

“They have a white flag! They’re clean! Please just let them through before you set off the fire blooms!”

They allowed for a tiny opening to appear, big enough for the Trolls. “Hurry Tye! They’re gonna light this place up!” Tye got nearer and neared to Branch. He looked behind as the infect grew close.

“Branch!” Tye cried.

“Get ready….Jump!” Branch and Tye slid through the opening just as the area behind them was set on fire….along with the infected Rageons.

They heard the small opening close behind them as they finally slowed down and made their way to safety. As they appeared from the entrance Branch and Tye collapsed as they tried catching their breath…Tye began to hurl as the nerves finally over took him. Branch patted his back, “It’s okay. Let it out. Let it out…We’re safe now.”

“Branch!” Poppy ran up and hugged him tightly, tears beginning to run down her face, “Oh Branch! I’m so glad you’re safe! You’re back!” She held him so tight and close…she didn’t want to let him go…it had been too long.

“Branch! Thank god!” One by one his brothers came in and embraced along with Poppy, tears all filling their eyes. Branched looked at Tye.

“Everyone, this is Tye. I met him back in Under Rageous.” Branch smiled. Poppy extended her hand and picked up the young Troll.

“Thank you for taking care of him.” She hugged him, “Thank you so much.”

“He…He took care of me and…” Tye’s words cut off as the tears began to fall. A concern grew on Poppy’s face, looking at Branch.

“Branch!” Floyd’s voice called out, “Branch!” Floyd hugged him. “You made it! I knew you would…but where is…” Floyd looked around, noticing the absence of two tall teens. Branch eyes grew distant, they grew sad. He put the bag he was carrying down beside him, before he continued, he looked at Floyd.

“Floyd. Things got hard. Me and Tye could hide easily…But…but the twins…They were trying to protect us…to protect each other…” Branches voice broke, “There were to many….” He fell to his knees and broke down in tears. Floyd kneeled beside him, he peeked inside Branches bag. Reaching in, the first thing he took out was a piece of a gem, a beautiful pink gem…one of the rarest gems through the world.

“This…this looks for familiar…” Floyd said as he stared at it. His heart was telling him what it was, but he wanted to be wrong.

Branch finally looked up at Floyd through teared eyes, “….It’s part of Velvet’s pink bracelet…I had to bring something of her to you…I had too…”

“..Th-thank you…” Tears began to fill his eyes. He reached in and pulled out a purple string…He knew, he knew the familiar purple hue… “Veneer…”

“His beanie…I grabbed a string of his beanie….I couldn’t save them Floyd. I couldn’t bring them to you….I’m sorry!” Branched buried his hands in his face, tears overflowing. Floyd embraced him, he pulled Tye to embrace too…he was there, he had seen what happened to the twins, he was suffering just as much as they were.

Everyone stepped back to give the three boys their space to mourn, to cry…to remember.

“I know you did…You did bring them to me…” Floyds voice grew shakey as he began to cry along with his brother, “You did bring them to me…” He held the small piece of gem and string near his heart, “You did Branch, thank you…”

[cmncisspnandmore]

Sundresses and Sorrow

Pairings: John "Soap" MacTavish X F!Reader, Simon "Ghost" Riley X Platonic! F!Reader.

Warnings: Angst, this ones gonna hurt. Character Death. MW3 Canon events

A/N: i like to make myself miserable so enjoy. This is probably the only fic you'll find where i accept MW3's Canon event. but it doesnt mean I like it. I just needed a good cry okay.

Word Count: 930

Your feet nearly miss a step as you rush towards the front door of your house. You slide to stop just inches from the door. Your hand wraps around the smooth metal of the door handle. The moment you have been waiting for the moment when Johnny will rush up the front stairs of the porch and catch you in his arms as your legs wrap around his waist. His hands would rest under your thighs as he would murmur into your hair that he missed you. He’d smell of sweat, gunpowder and chemicals from explosives. His mohawk- slightly longer than normal, his chiseled jaw lined with stubble from deployment. 

He’d walk you into the house and you would spend hours wrapped in each other's arms. Just soaking in the moments together. Cherishing the time you had together now that he was home. 

That's what you looked forward to each time you heard the closing of his truck door.

That’s what made the deployments worth it.

The pure uncontainable bliss of seeing him again.

You yank open the door to your house, pushing open the screen door, the sun glaring from across the street.

Your heart drops.

Breath rushing from your lungs.

The world tilting on its axis.

The shadow in front of you isn't Johnny. 

They’re far too tall, too bulky, the shoulder broader, chest wider. 

You glance up, eyes full of tears as they land on Simon's face. He ditched the mask, his face bare of fabric for once. His own brown eyes red and swollen, his cheeks raw and tear stained. You know what's coming before he even opens his mouth.

“I’m sorry love…” Simon's voice is tight, emotions barely contained as he watches you crumble before him. There's a terrible sound, like an animal in distress. The world tips forward as your knees give out, Simon's arms grabbing you as your knees smack into the hardwood of the porch. You barely feel it, hardly register the splinters embedded in your knees. The fabric of your sundress is spotting with blood from the wounds. 

Simon carries you into your house, his boot kicking your front door shut as he brings you to the couch. He sinks into the couch, you in his lap as he holds onto you, your back against his chest. Your fingers digging into the scar ladened skin of his arms. Tiny crescents of blood prickle under your nails, but Simon doesn't say anything. Your entire body shakes as you struggle to breathe through your tears. Tidal waves of emotions crash through you, drowning you in sorrow. 

Your breathing is harsh and uneven and Simon is afraid you might pass out. His arms tighten around your middle as your heartbroken screams fill his head. He doesn't complain though, his face pressed to the back of your head, your hair slightly wet as his own tears slip through. 

Simon doesn't let you go, even after your voice is gone from screaming. After your tears have dried out, your body limp against his chest. His knees are killing him, his arms stiff and numb. There are tiny specks of dried blood on his tattooed arm from where your nails bit through his skin. The black ink is now spotted with dark red.

Just like the fabric of your pretty yellow sundress, the one you put on in hopes Johnny would like it. His eyes trail over the living room of your house. This was the house that Johnny talked fondly of. The one he wouldn't shut up about. But Simon always knew it wasn't the house that Johnny was so fond of. It was all the memories you had created together, he had told Simon once that he would sleep in a cardboard box for the rest of his life if it meant that you were still with him.

But now, these walls will do nothing but remind you of what you lost. The man who would no longer be coming home to you. Every object and sound would be a painful reminder that you lost someone you love.

“Did he suffer?” Your voice is hoarse and raw.

“No, it was quick.” Simon replies, at least you could find comfort in the fact that he didn't suffer. He didn't bleed out somewhere, slowly losing consciousness, begging not to go. You both sit in silence for hours. A silence so loud it's deafening, but neither of you know what to say to break it.

Simon doesn't move, even after you fall asleep in his embrace. Your hair falling into your face as your head bobs forward. He gently tips your head back against his shoulder, brushing a few strands off your face as he looks down at you. Simon squeezes his eyes shut, trying to squash down the flood of emotions still tormenting him. If he had been there, maybe he could have stopped Markov. He wouldn't be the one sitting here, trying to desperately hold the broken pieces of you together for his dead friend. The man he trusted his life to. It should've been him. He didn't have anyone waiting for him at home. He didn't have a girl who waited by the door hoping to hear the sound of a car door closing. He didn't have a home that held more happy memories than he could imagine. He didn't have that. But Johnny did. 

His brown eyes cast upwards at the ceiling, a stray tear falling down his scarred cheek.

“I’ll watch over her for you, Johnny. I promise.” He whispers into the darkness. 

[deklo]

ok well. i’m ready for winter now

[sukunas-wife]

Being Sukuna’s Pregnant Wife and being worshipped as a diety because you were able to conceive the four armed hulking cursed child, you must have the blessing of fertility

Having a shrine erected in your name because barren women believed you’d bless them with fertility despite your legacy starting with the child of the curse that torments them all

Telling your hand maids “Don’t bring me my clothes, bring me one of the kings robes.” The hand maids flinching and wanting to protest out of fear of taking the King of Curses robes

The poor naive young hand maid that had grown a crush on the king excitedly rushing if it meant she could enter the private bed chambers,

Scoffing with a malicious smile to your loyal maids when they shook their heads with Sympathy, they learned long before at such a request it would be foolish to go alone, at least 2 or 3 of them would need to go in your name, preferably the ones your husband recognized to be by your side the longest. But you didn’t like this new girl, she was too enthusiastic to work at the palace only to have a complete change in character when she learned she was assigned to work for you

“It’ll serve that poor girl right” you looked away from the door when your loyal hand maids brought out a wooden box with one of Sukuna’s folded Kimono’s they helped you dress your swollen belly accentuated by the belt the kimono tailored to fit your husband left you with extra space and length, it was far more comfortable then the Kimono’s and robes you were, the lingering smell of your husband with comforting as your rubbed your belly hands barely peeking from the massive sleeves

“Let’s go see my husband.” Was all you said as you started your walk, the maids followed close as you made it to the bed chambers, the door was open, you looked in, Sukuna sneering down at the girl laying in a pool of blood, Uraume was making quick work of the mess

Sukuna’s snapped to you and his arm’s opening in an unusual display of affection, you walked around the mess to reach him, he pulled you into his left side, one hand on your waist the other making you face him, bring his right hand up he rested his hand on your stomach “Some of your maids need a lesson on how to speak to their king,” he looked away from your face to your stomach as he started to move his hands in circles “So swollen with my child, it’s no wonder you send your maids to steal my robes.”

You smack his shoulder with a playful smile and he chuckled “Don’t say it like that you make me feel bigger than i am.”

“Now,” he looked up at your face again, “why are you here.”

You tilted your head to the side, “I started contractions this morning, I’ve been in pain all day and I’m barely standing, my new maid wouldn’t stop speaking so highly of my husband accomplishing having a child when I was at my worst pain level getting ready to push out YOUR child that I HAD to carry. Anyhow I came to get you because he is ready to come.”

Sukuna stared down at you confused “How do you know it’s a boy?”

“I’m his mother,” he watched as you placed your hand over his stilling his rubbing of your stomach, “I knew he was a boy from the day your seed took.”

Sukuna smirked “Is that so? Then let’s see this boy.”

🖤❤️❤️❤️🖤❤️❤️❤️🖤❤️❤️❤️🖤❤️❤️❤️🖤

After an hour of fighting the doctor tending to your birth you gave birth to your lively son, born screaming without needing stimulation to cry form the doctor. Your husband couldn’t help but laugh when he saw his child in his full glory, he was a boy indeed.

The help immediately gave you your son and you cooed at him when he took to your breast, your husband taking blankets from the maids and covered your son also covering you in the process as you struggled a bit to pass what came next. Your son a spitting image of his father, your breathy laugh caught Sukuna’s attention as he came back to your bed side stroking your hair and rubbing your stomach the way the help had been doing.

“What amuses you?” He watched his son slowly close his eyes as you coddled him closer.

“I’m the one who had to carry him for so long, and the ingrate took nothing from me.” You smiled and shook your head before looking up at Sukuna.

Soon the doctor left after clearing you of any possible issues and checking your son. “His name?” You looked at Sukuna and he sighed “Yuji”

The look of adoration in your eyes was something Sukuna would’ve wanted to capture forever if he could express the sentiment. However for now he’d settle for memorizing every detail of today. His wife birthing his first heir, the name she had chosen he permitted.

Maybe just maybe this world wasn’t so bad

[seonghwaddict]

save a horse, ride your best friend — song mingi

in which your best friend can’t believe you’ve never ridden a dick before, so he takes it upon himself to teach you.

best friend!song mingi x fem!reader. requested by anon. genre. slight fluff. smut. best friends to friends with benefits. warnings. explicit sexual content mdni, inexperienced!reader, thigh riding, fingering, use of a dildo, big dick!mingi, multiple orgasms, unprotected, creampie, swearing, nicknames (baby, angel, pretty). wc. 4k. rating. mature.

lilo’s notes. this was requested a while ago but i’ve been putting it off because… i’ve never written anything about toys being used so uh, i was worried about the pacing and stuff. i wasn’t sure if you meant for them to be in an established relationship, so i went for the fwb route. IMPORTANT!!!! i lost access to my google account bc of a stupid mistake, if you sent in a request through my google form and would still like me to see it, please send it as an ask <33 i remember a few of them, but do send yours in just in case!!

listening to. need to know, doja cat // if u think i’m pretty, artemas // moonlight, kali uchis

masterlist.

it was a regular saturday evening. you were on a video call with your best friend, mingi, talking about anything that came to mind as you each ate a bowl of ramen as if you were really in the same room. he really only lived a couple buildings away, a two minute walk at most, but actually joining you in your apartment didn’t cross his mind until something interesting was brought up.

you weren’t sure what led to the conversation, but somehow it steered into the direction of something less innocent as you found yourself talking about an embarrassing date you’d gone on a while ago. recounting the story, laughing together, soon turned into a conversation about what each of you like in bed.

“oh, it’s just amazing,” mingi laughed as he gulped down a mouthful of water, momentarily pausing his rambling about how much he loves it when someone rides his dick. he ran a his hand through his short, washed-out pink hair, “honestly, my favourite thing ever since it probably feels just as good for whoever is, y’know, riding.”

based on everything he’s said so far, you came to the conclusion that he was more into giving than receiving, that he got off on seeing all the pleasure he can give his partner. so, it made sense he’d choose to mention the fact that riding him would feel good. not that you would know.

“can i admit something?”

he looked up from his bowl, sharp eyes looking almost hopeful as he nodded.

you looked around your kitchen jokingly, pretending to make sure no one sense was listened as you leaned closer a whispered, your hand cupping the side of your mouth.

“i’ve never done that before.”

his jaw dropped at that, letting out a small laugh. “you’re kidding.”

“no, really,” you insisted, going back to eating casually as if you were having the most normal conversation in the world with your best friend, “i really haven’t done… much, so i can’t confirm or deny your theory.”

“huh.” he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as he thought for a moment. his head tilted and it was then that you felt how warm your cheeks felt, how your thighs were pressed together under the counter. of course, he was well aware of the fact that you had much less experience than him, only knowing about two people you had slept with. but damn. he clicked his tongue and shook his head ever so slightly. “that won’t do.”

furrowing your eyebrows, you opened your mouth to ask him what he had meant by that. he beat you to it before you could get a word out.

“i can… teach you, if you want?”

you blinked at your screen, resting your wrist on your countertop and gripping your chopsticks a little too hard. a silence followed his offer, though it wasn’t awkward. in fact, he could see you genuinely considering it as you thought it over. eventually, you gave him a tiny nod.

“i mean,” you shrugged, shifting your eyes away shyly, “sure, i guess. why not?”

he grinned, trying to hide it as he shoved a mouthful of noodles into his mouth and shoved his bowl aside. he chewed, swallowed then got up and made sure to bring his phone with him. you recognised his hallways then bedroom as he walked through his apartment. “i’ll be there in like 15, i need to buy something on the way. just wait there, and where something comfortable and… um, accessible.”

you nodded, despite your confusion, and he hung up. accessible? you looked down at your clothing—or rather, lack thereof. since you were home and not expecting anyone, you’d settled on wearing just a shirt you stole from mingi that was too large for him and much larger for you, and panties. you lifted the hem of the worn shirt, assessing how much of your dignity you’d lose if he saw your pink hello kitty undergarments that you only wore if you were doing laundry.

you could already hear him giggling at the sight.

groaning and cursing under your breath, you dropped the shirt and sped to your bedroom to dig through your closet in hopes of finding something a little more appealing. after making a mess of one of your closet’s drawers, you finally pulled out a pair of less offensive panties. they were made of soft cotton; a muted light blue with thin white lace trim, the cut shaped more like a bikini than what you call your grandma underwear.

deciding they were flattering enough, you slipped off your hello kitty pair—ignoring the embarrassing amount of wetness creating a wet patch right where it was pressed against your core—and replaced it with the new pair. as you untwisted the waistband and adjusted it to fit properly, your doorbell rang and you froze on the spot before pulling yourself together and heading to open the door.

the walk to the door felt abnormally long as you stumbled over on wobbly knees. admittedly, you were a little nervous. sure, there have been times where you wanted to do some more than friendly activities with mingi, but you never actually thought it was happen. yet here you were, opening the door for him so he could come in and show you what being a cowgirl feels like.

“hey,” he greeted you softly, stepping into your home and closing the door behind him. you noticed a small plastic bag in his hand, eying it curiously as you watched him kick off his shoes and hang up his coat. once that was of the way, he took one of your hands in your free one and pulled you to where he knew your bedroom was.

once there, he set the bag down on your bedside table and dragged you to stand between his knees as he took a seat on the edge of your bed. he looked you over, lingering on the familiar t-shirt.

“so you’re the one that took this shirt, huh?” he quirked an eyebrow, glancing up at you as he released your hand and brought both of his to your hips. his thumbs caressed the curve of your waist over the shirt. “it was my favourite.”

you laughed softly, “clearly you didn’t care enough if i was able to keep it for three years without you noticing.”

“you little thief.” his nose scrunched as he glared at you jokingly, giving you a gentle squeeze.

“if you really want it back, you can always take it.”

“nah, it’s fine, keep it. it looks cuter on you anyway.” he took a breath and gave you another once over, humming appreciatively when he moved his hands up higher, dragging the shirt with it until he caught a glimpse of your panties. you tensed, caught off guard by how close he felt. “i need you to relax a little, how about i help you loosen up, yeah?”

you nodded, averting your gaze but returning it to him when you felt him pull you onto his lap. he slotted one of his legs between yours, easing you down to straddle his thigh. his hands ran up and down your sides and few times before resting on your bare thighs, your breath stuttered and he held back a smile.

“are you still okay with this?” he asked quietly, absentmindedly playing with the hem of his your shirt. “if i do anything that makes you uncomfortable, just tell me and i’ll stop immediately and we can just watch a movie or something, okay?” when you only nodded, he continued, “i need you to say it, please.”

“i’m okay with this,” you muttered in return, resting you hands on his biceps, “and i’ll let you know if i need you to stop.”

“good, now…” without waiting any longer, he leaned forward to attach his lips to your neck, his hands slowly beginning to rock you back and forth on his lap.

you sucked in a sharp breath and clung into his arms a little tighter, your stomach fluttering at the feeling of your clothed cunt on his firm thigh, your panties dragging against your clit with ease thanks to how wet you already were. he lifted you slightly as he pulled you towards him, pushing you down as he pushed, the varying pressure making your lips part in a soft whimper. he nearly groaned at the sound, moving his lips right below your ear.

“you know,” he rasped between the licks and kisses, “i can’t deny that i’ve wanted to fuck you for a long, long time now.”

“r-really?”

mingi chuckled as he pulled back to look at your face, half surprised and half needy. he noticed that if he relaxed his hands, you’d continue grinding against his thigh.

“yeah, really. i mean, look at you,” he glanced down, one of his hands lifting the hem of your shirt to watch you ride his thigh slowly, a dark wet patch forming right where your leaking pussy sat. he bit his lip, “you look so perfect… and i bet you’d feel perfect, too.”

you nearly whined at that, fucking yourself on his thigh just a little faster as he sucked a dark mark right above your collarbone before returning to mutter dirty words into your ear.

“i know practically everything about you and your cute little body, you know. better than anyone else,” one of his hands inched it’s way up your thighs, brushing against the edge of your panties, “i’ll make you feel so good, angel, i promise.”

“mingi?” you whimpered, prompting him to lean back a little to look at you with a curious tilt of his head and a raised brow. “if you don’t shut up and kiss me right now, i might lose my mind so… please.”

his beautifully plump lips stretched into a smile as he wasted no time in practically pouncing forward and smashing his lips against yours. it started a little slow as you got acquainted with each other, despite the fact you could feel a nearing orgasm as a knot in your stomach drew tighter with each roll of your hips, but soon the kiss turned hungry.

he groaned into your mouth as you let his tongue explore, making you let out a quiet moan. mingi knew he wouldn’t be able to kiss anyone ever again. you, his best friend of all people, had the most inviting lips he’s ever felt. so inviting, so perfect and so soft. he thought everything about was soft. his hand slipped just under the edge of your panties as his other one made your grinds slow down.

you didn’t mind the slow pace, knowing just a few more rocks of your hips would have you tipping over the edge. but he evidently had other plans as he finally made your hips still completely. you pulled away from his lips with a pout. if you were trying to make him feel bad, it backfired terribly.

all he could think of as he looks at your swollen, red, wet, pouty lips is how much prettier they’d look wrapped around his cock. but he could save that for another time.

“there’s no need to rush, baby,” he chuckled, wiping some saliva away from your bottom lip.

eventually, when he was sure you had calmed down enough, he lifted you off his lap a little and turned to lay you down on your back, pressed against the comfortable mattress as he kneeled on the edge. he gripped your knees and bent them, pushing them closer to your chest with his eyes zeroed in on where your slick was leaking through your panties.

with one hand keeping your knees together and elevated, he ran his other over the fabric, pressing down on where he knew your clot would be and elicit a sweet little moan as you squirmed beneath him. he thought you were so cute like this, you looked so flustered as he gave you nothing but featherlight touches where you needed him most. for now.

“don’t get all shy on me now,” he cooed as he glanced up and noticed you covering your face with your hands, “let me see you, pretty.”

he didn’t continue his touches until you finally removed your hands, giving him a nice view of your abused lips and round eyes, pupils blown wide with lust in a way that had something stirring in his abdomen. and his pants.

he let down your knees for a moment so both of his hands could slip under the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down your legs. he actually moaned when he saw the strings of arousal clutching onto the fabric as he dragged it away, snapping when he got too far.

“you’re so pretty, baby,” he murmured, watching your entrance squeeze around nothing, making more slick drip out.

after tossing it aside, he wasted no time in getting your knees back to the previous position and running his fingers through your folds.

“oh, fuck,” he groaned, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as you let out a moan when he tapped against your clit, “you’re soaked.”

he glanced up at you, wanting to see your face as he slowly pushed in too fingers and catching a glimpse of your hard nipples poking through your shirt. your face contorted for s fraction of s second before relaxing, your head tipping back against the mattress as you let out a whine.

he choked back a moan at the tight walls around his middle and ring fingers, the fingers of his other hand digging into your thighs. “sh-shit… you’re so tight. i’m gonna have to stretch you out first, okay?”

you nodded mindlessly, too distracted by his fingers prodding at your sweet spot to care about any words he may have said. but you furrowed your eyebrows and lifted your head when you felt both his hands leave you, finding him reaching for the bag. your curiosity outweighed your disappointment as he pulled something out.

it was a dildo. about as thick and long as the biggest person you had before, and made of what looked to be transparent silicon. your insides tightened at the sight, somehow the thought of him seemingly buying this just for you turning you on even more.

he returned to kneeling at the edge of your bed, leaning down to loop his arm around your waist and lift you up to place a pillow under your hips before letting lay back down.

“couldn’t find one my size, but this should be fine,” he held the dildo and ran the tip through your pussy, collecting wetness as you shuddered, “my cock will just have to stretch you the rest of the way.”

you breath hitched at the implication of his words. so he was bigger than that? your thighs pressed together at the thought of being completely stuffed by him. he chuckled, separating your knees enough for him to have a clear view of your pussy, pulsing and dripping and begging for his attention.

he began slipping the toy into you, filling you up inch by inch and watching your needy hole stretch around it and swallow it up. the sight had him choking back a moan, biting down on his bottom lip.

the stretch had your back arching and pushing yourself against it desperately, feeling like that alone could get you to finish. it only took a few deep strokes for your pussy to get used to the size, squeezing and writhing around it until you couldn’t handle it anymore. your arousal coated it quickly and seeped out with each stroke, squelching sounds filling the room that shot straight to his dick.

when you finally came, your toes curled and your body twitched as you let out a string of and whines and moans, little curses slipping between. he watched with fascination as you came undone right beneath him, not wanting to wait any longer to be inside you. he shoved the toy deep inside you, leaving it there as he leaned back for a moment to discard his clothes, slipping his hoodie and sweatpants off.

when you were brought back to your senses, you found yourself on his lap again, straddling his hips this time as he sat with his back against your headboard. you felt his erectile straining against his boxers and pressing against your core. you couldn’t help but rock your hips against his slowly.

“do you ever ride your pillow?” he asked suddenly, voice dropped what felt like two octaves lower than his regular tone. your eyes widened at the question but you nodded. he nodded too, his hands finding your ass and helping you grind against his clothes length. “this is a lot like that, except you have something in you… and it’s more of an up and down movement… and i’m obviously not a pillow… still, there’s really no right way to do it, just go slow and you’ll figure out what works and what doesn’t. plus, i’m here to guide you.”

he gave your ass a squeeze as if to punctuate his sentence, massaging the soft flesh in his palms. when you felt ready, you dropped your hands from his shoulders to his boxers, palming his length a few times before hooking your fingers into the fabric and dragging it down until his cock sprung out.

he definitely wasn’t lying when he said it would stretch you more than the already-big dildo. he was definitely a lot bigger than anyone else you’ve been with, well over average. you nearly dropped at the sight, wrapping your hand around him and jerking him off, eyes fixated on the angry red tip leaking precum as you passed your thumb over it.

the muscles of his abs rippled and squeezed as your worked your hands on his cock, his head thrown back against the headboard and letting out stuttering moans. all the sounds he made encourage you to sit up on your knees, guiding him through your folds and whimpering as you finally sank down on him carefully.

the two of you moaned at the same time, him at how well you squeezed around him and you at how well he stretched you. you stopped when you reached just halfway, unsure whether or not you’d be able to fit more. his hips jerked slightly as his hands squeezed your hips.

“come on, baby,” he moaned softly, looking up at you with encouraging eyes, “just a little more… we can make it fit, right? just breathe.”

you nodded and as you took a deep breath, he used his hold on your to sink you further down until he finally bottomed out. he cursed silently, the back of his head finding the headboard again as you whined and dropped yours onto his shoulder.

you felt his tip pushing against your cervix, the new feeling making a lump form in your throat as you blinked back tears. this time it took a while to get used to the stretch before you tried grinding back and forth. it was slow, almost painfully so. he was amazed that despite stretching you with two different things, you were still so unbelievably tight, hugging him in a death grip as your raised your hips an inch before dropping down again.

your soft noises were muffled by his shoulder as your hands rested on his biceps, panting and squeezing gently as every inch of him dragged against the sensitive spongy patch in your walls every time you grinded on him. soon enough you were able to lift yourself to his tip and drop all the way down, your wetness letting him slip in and out with ease.

still, you kept the pace torturously slow, savouring each bounce and grind. his hands had left your hips at some point, exploring your body under your shirt, massaging your breasts and tweaking your nipples. he lifted the fabric but kept it on your as he watched your tits bounce temptingly, your puffy pink nipples making his mouth water as he pushed himself forward to take one into his mouth.

your hips stuttered as he sucked and nibbled at your nipples, throwing your head back and arching into his touch as your grinds grew sloppy. he felt your decreasing pace, using the hand that wasn’t teasing your other breast to guide your hips once more. he angled you slightly differently in a way that made your clit press against his pelvis each time he bottomed out, the speed of your grinds picking up quickly as his hips bucked up to meet yours.

his lips detached from your bruised breasts with a popping sound as he leaned up to capture your lips in his once again. it wasn’t much of a kiss, more teeth and tongue and moans and groans than anything else as you swallowed each other’s sounds.

you finished first, pushing yourself down hard and stilling, filling yourself with his throbbing cock and pressing your clit against him. he held you tightly, burying his face in your neck to suck at all the spot he knew would get your to writhe. many tickling fights contributed to his knowledge on all your sensitive spots.

your body twitched as you returned to bouncing on his length, your juices looking at his base. the overstimulation burned a little, making your thighs and knees quiver, but you were determined to get him to finish too. and by the looks of it, it shouldn’t take much longer.

“shit, baby,” he said, halfway between a whimper and a moan, fingertips digging into your hips as he threw his head back in bliss, “‘m so close— fuck, you feel s-so good.”

his chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, bottom lip caught between his teeth. his cheeks and the tip of his ears flushed a deep red, his plush lips a few shades darker and coated in your mixed saliva from your kisses. as you adjusted the angle of your hips, something in him snapped, grabbing your hips tighter and taking over. he took over your movements, thrusting his hips up desperately as you fell forward onto his chest with the sudden change in intensity. his tip pushed itself against your g-spot continually, another knot tightening in your stomach.

the wet sounds of your cunt and your skin slapping against his egged him on until finally he felt like he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“baby, p-please— fuck— please, can i cum i-inside you?” he begged through a groan, “i— please, angel, i-i can’t wait any longer.”

you nodded against his chest with a whine, you were on the pill anyway. not a second later, he released into you, filling you up with stuttering hips. he pulled you down, flush against him and keeping you there as he emptied himself with softly muttered curses, his head dropping to press open-mouthed kisses to your shoulder.

it felt new to you, the warmth making you squirm until you came again without warning. it was much weaker this time but still enough to make you shake in his arms, panting softly after letting out a strangled moan against his skin.

after a few long moments of trying to recover from the shared orgasm, he lifted his head, one of his hands cupping your chin to tilt your head to look at him.

“so,” he started, lips stretched into a smile, “how’d that feel?”

“fucking amazing.” you rolled your eyes at how smug he looked after your confession, not protesting as he leaned forward to kiss you.

this one was much softer than the previous kisses you shared, much more tender. it was a lot shorter too, he pulled away first to rest his forehead against yours.

“yeah?” he whispered, kissing the corner of your lips, “just wait until i hit it from the back.”

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[alyakthedorklord]

Batman the Playboy

Justice League, not quite early days but before proper identity reveals, though everyone knows Batman knows theirs, bc he has Opinions™ and Constructive Criticisms™ on their secret-keeping.

The issue is brought up on random occasions. The most notable incident- the Justice League, including Batman, being Drunk for Bonding, and Batman, in a fit of paranoid good intentions because he CARES about these idiots, damnit, why must they be so careless, starts insulting them.

Batman, leaning heavily on the table: “GL, you’re a mess, I don’t even know where to start with you. And Arrow! Your goatee is so distinctive, it’s a wonder no one has called you out on it-“

Green Arrow, also drunk: “Alright, there’s no need to insult my awesome facial hair-”

Batman, in despair: “It’s so ugly.”

Green Arrow: (offended noises)

Green Lantern: “Okay, the only reason you know our secret identities is because you’re a rude nosy bastard who needs to know everything about us like a creepy stalker who needs an ego boost! We’re not stupid, Spooky, we’re just polite. We could figure you out easily if we wanted to. Superman can see right through your mask!”

Usually, Batman would have a good response to that. Something smart and reasonable like “villains won’t care for your privacy, I’m testing you,” or something cutting like “I don’t care enough about you to go digging, I set your secret identity as a training exercise for Robin.”

However, Batman is Drunk, because for some reason imbibing drugs that dampen higher brain function is socially acceptable and often, for some reason, expected, because it’s “team bonding” and “come on just loosen up a bit.” (Also for him, drunk=Brucie)

So what Batman ends up saying is: “I could kiss you full on the lips in my secret identity and you wouldn’t know a thing.”

Superman, plucking the glass from Batman’s hand: “Aaaand that is enough alcohol for you!”

Batman nods. Thank God. He wants to go home and sleep. But first: “Superman, yours is so stupid it’s almost impressive-”

———

Of course, Green Lantern has smelled a challenge. And Green Lantern must annoy Batman. It’s his true superpower. So, the next time they meet (sober) he brings up the issue again.

GL: “So about what you said at the party… the part where you could kiss us full on the lips without us knowing. You still confident in that without liquid courage, Spooky? Bet you your real name you can’t do it.”

Batman, regretting the fact that alcohol has ever passed his lips: “I could do it, but I will not.”

Flash, curious: “Why’s that?”

Batman: “Informed Consent. I will not risk making any of you feel violated, or manipulated, for the sake of a stupid bet and my ego.”

GA, still offended by the goatee comment, trying to back Batman into a corner: “So if we give consent, we’re fair game? Try me, Batman. Even you can’t pull this off. Anyone else game?”

Some of the Justice League laughs, raising their hands.

Flash: “Come get me, hot stuff! I’ll call you out!”

Wonder Woman: “It could be amusing.”

Martian Manhunter: “I would be far too difficult a target.”

Green Arrow: “Not just you. C’mon, Spooky, flirting well enough to get a kiss from me? I’m a classy lady.”

Black Canary: “D-class, maybe.”

Superman, wants a kiss in on the fun: 🙋🏻‍♂️

“So that’s it then!” Green Lantern says smugly. “Batman, if you can kiss… how many people raised their hands? Ah yes- HALF THE JUSTICE LEAGUE, without anyone realizing it’s you, then you win.”

Batman scoffs and walks out, leaving the Justice League in stitches at their joke. Because- Batman? Being good enough at flirting to land a kiss on half the league, without it being forced or awkward, without them recognizing his body language, his voice, his build? How ridiculous!

The Batman is Autistic. The Batman does not understand jokes, especially not ones that are half truths. The Batman has consent, and something to prove.

And Bruce Wayne, billionaire, playboy, and sexy DILF, has targets.

(Please tell me how you think he gets each League member.)

Edit: there have been a bunch of awesome additions in the notes! My own take here.

[hollandsangel]

voice | m. sturniolo

i had this idea a million years ago, please enjoy!!

summary: chris wonders if you can tell his and matt’s voice apart

warnings: super fluffy!! a bit suggestive at the very end, i’m questioning if it’s good or not

wc: 1.6k

gif by @mattsturnioloarchive !

“i call shower first!” you exclaim the second the garage door is open, sprinting past matt up the stairs to his bathroom.

“there’s three showers,” chris says matter-of-factly as you blow past him on the steps, holding a hand out in confusion.

matt sighs and follows behind you, passing chris as well, “yeah, but you don’t have to share,” 

you’re already on the mainfloor, running into matt’s bedroom to grab the change of clothes you’d left earlier.

“i’m so glad i don’t have a girlfriend,” chris mutters, earning a smack upside the head from nick, “jesus, fuck, what,”

“you’re just annoying,” nick says, deciding it’s a good enough explanation and getting a laugh out of matt.

“agreed,” matt’s still chuckling when they reach the kitchen table, setting down the take out the four of you had gotten on your way back to the house. he hears the water turn on in his bathroom, accompanied by the soft sound of your voice as you sing along to your music.

“oh she’s a nicki fan,” nick says to no one in particular, referencing the tik tok sound when he notices you’re listening to a nicki minaj song. 

matt looks up from the bag of food and laughs.

chris sinks into the couch but looks over at matt, arm slung over the cushions, “i wonder if she could tell our voices apart,” he says after a second. 

“what?” matt asks, thinking the question is mildy rediculous. 

“like do you think she could recognize your voice?” chris explains, wandering into the kitchen now. opening a pepsi and leaning up against the counter. 

nick chimes in now, having been fiddling with the vlog camera and battery, “like compared to you and me?” he asks chris, glancing back at matt as if to say ‘is this guy for real?’

“yeah,” chris nods.

“yeah, obviously she’d be able to tell my voice apart from yours,” matt is looking back at the food again, tone matter-of-fact, as if what he’d said was absolute common sense. 

chris is quiet for about half a second and matt thinks that’s the end of that absurd conversation. it isn’t, of course. 

“should we test it out?” chris asks through a sip of soda.

matt officially gives up on trying to set the food up, throwing his hands up in mock surrender before turning to chris, “and how are we gonna do that?”

chris shrugs, but nick has an idea, “chris, you could like, just go ask her for something, if you left something in the bathroom—“

“absolutely not,” matt shuts it down immediately with a shake of his head, “you're not going in the bathroom when my girlfriend is showering,”

“i won’t even go all the way in!! i’ll cover my eyes,” chris promises, but matt is still skeptical. “i’ll just like poke my head in the door and ask if i left like..a belt or some shit in there,” is chris’ next offer. 

matt sighs and thinks about it, weighing the pros and cons. of course you can tell his voice apart from his brothers…right? he’s making himself nervous, pysching himself out and worrying they all sound the same to you. it upsets him for some reason, he can’t quite decide why.

“fine,” he agrees after a beat of silence, convincing himself you know whis voice well enough to separate it from chris’, and if you can’t, he thinks he might actually feel a sick twinge of unjustified jealousy.

“yes,” chris mutters under his breath, always excited to pull a prank on anyone.

“this is definitely going in the vlog,” nick says, still messing with the camera and coming to sit at the kitchen table where matt is now.

“i can’t believe i agreed to this,” matt mumbles, rubbing his eyes and taking a deep breath. he stands from his seat and walks over to the wall where he can see the bathroom door, feeling some what protective, like he needs to supervise chris to make sure he doesn’t wander too far into the bathroom.

“what should i say?” chris turns back arms pulled in close to his body as if he’s nervous. he’s already grinning and trying to keep from laughing.

“ooh, call her sweetheart, matt always does that,” nick suggests, wiggling his brows in matt’s direction to tease him.

“oh my god,” matt groans softly, rubbing at his eyes, “i fucking hate you guys,”

“okay, i’m going in,” matt drops his hands at that, eyes on his brother immediately. chris puts a hand over his eyes, just as he said he said he would before knocking on the door. nick has the camera out to record and is trying to stifle his laugh in the collar of his hoodie.

at the sound of the knock matt hears your voice, calling out for him, no doubt thinking it’s him at the door. he has to cover his mouth, partly out of nerves but also to keep himself from saying anything.

“yeah,” chris starts, needing to take a second before continuing because he’s already making himself laugh. “yeah, sweetheart, did i leave my belt in here?” he asks, barely stood in the doorway of the bathroom.

“uhh, i think it’s in your bedroom?” you say after a slight pause, about to poke your head out from behind the shower curtain, but chris has already mumbled a ‘thanks’ and essentially sprinted out of the bathroom, closing the door and crumbling to the floor in giggles.

“you’re not fucking real,” matt shakes his head, laughing softly himself and pushing off the wall to go back to the kitchen table. he’s a bit bummed that you didn’t realize it wasn’t his voice, but he keeps that to himself.

nick pans the camera over to matt’s face, which seems expressionless, even with both his brothers cackling outside of the frame.

you come out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam, heading into matt’s bedroom to drop the clothes you’d changed out of. matt is instantly sitting back up, the legs of his chair scraping along the hardwood floors.

“ooh, someone’s pissed,” nick turns the camera to himself, eyeing the now closed door.

“that was too fucking good,” chris says after a deep breath, still recovering from laughing so hard. he pulls a chair out next to nick and the two start to explain what had happened to the camera, eyes flicking up to matt’s door every few seconds.

in the bedroom you’re putting your dirty clothes back into your bag when matt comes in, looking a little bit pouty, “hey baby,” you turn towards him, laughing at the slightly pathetic look he gives you, “what’s up?” you wonder.

“m’ tired,” he tells you, slumping up against you for a hug. you wrap your arms around him and rub his back, letting him lay his weight into you.

“we’ll eat and go to bed, yeah?” you give his back another little pat when he nods against you, “mkay, let’s go,” you kiss his cheek quickly, only to have him turn his head in search of a real kiss. you oblige of course.

nick and chris have already started eating and updating the vlog on their day when you and matt come out of the bedroom. matt joins them at the table but you head for the fridge to grab a drink. “oh, did you find your belt?” you ask matt, still digging around.

“what?— oh yeah” he mumbles, gaze turned down to his fries.

“okay good. by the way you sounded so much like chris when you came in— it freaked me the fuck out” you say with your head in the fridge, still searching for the diet coke you know you left inside the door, “did one of you drink my coke–”

“wait what?” matt’s head snaps up, food forgotten.

“hmm?” you turn around to find all three boys looking at you. nick’s mouth open in a half smile and chris clearly trying not to burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. matt’s just staring at you with eyes a little bit too wide before he speaks up.

“what do you mean i sounded weird?” he asks, leaning forward. you notice nick’s shut up about whatever he was saying to the camera earlier, pointing the lens at you now.

“i dunno, when you said sweetheart it just sounded super fucking weird— why are you guys looking at me like that–” you have to ask, feeling slightly weirded out by the intensity of their gazes

“i knew it!!” matt cheers, punching the air and doing a silly little dance as nick doubles over and starts hitting the table.

chris’ jaw drops and he presses his fingers into his eyes as he laughs next to his brother, leaning on him.

matt bounds over to you with a grin, arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you off the ground slightly.

“whaaaat,” you giggle, clearly confused by their reaction. 

“it was me,” chris manages to say between bouts of laughter, “we– we were trying to see if you could tell our voices apart.”

“of course i can tell your voices apart, especially your voice,” you turn towards matt, saying it like it should be obvious, like it’s silly they doubted you for even a second. 

matt’s just grinning at you, feeling a strange sense of pride swelling in his chest, “i knew you could,” 

“bullshit!” chris exclaims, both him and nick still leaning against each other as they laugh.

“he’s right, you were freaked the fuck out,” nick manages to say between giggles, “you watched chris like a fucking hawk when he opened the bathroom door,” he looks over at you, his smile contagious, “he was definitely freaked the fuck out,”

matt groans and drops his head against your shoulder. you brush your fingers through his hair and chuckle to yourself, “awe matt,” you coo, “i definitely know your voice, i’ll probably be hearing lots of it later anyways.”

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