#if she tries to speak against any of this she's immediately shut down

[rubus-yunnion]

Anything for our resident Irish man? You know who I mean

Hello! So sorry for answering your question so late, life has been busy for me. I'm assuming your talking about O'Connor, and I've finally found the time to write down some hcs, enjoy!

° Knows every single pick up line, he knows his way around woman.

° Gets along really well with both Gibbo and Trots, he agrees with Trots most of the time but there are others where he seems to be agreeing with Gibbo.

° Sometimes writes love letters to himself about Mary, always keeps it hidden. Caz did find one of them and started to read it out loud in the canteen, O’Connor refused to talk to anyone that whole week.

° O’Connor is roughly around 5’11, tallest crew member being Raffs (6’3)

° Always hated skating, but the thing he hates even more is ice skating, he could never control his balance, even when holding onto the railings and whatnot. But, he’ll always join his Mary as she loves it more then he does.

° VERY GOOD at pool, if he and Rennick were to compete against each other then there would be war in the crew lounge. And also a free job for scouting the pontoons.

° Speaking of Rennick, he doesn’t actually have an opinion on him, at least not too many bad opinions. Though he isn’t very supportive of how Rennick treats the rig, especially when it comes to the pontoon operations.

° Not the best at singing or playing any other instrument, but he is very fluent in playing the piano.

° Has way too many health issues, it’s surprising how long he’s lived for with all these problems, did in fact pee himself one time, Gibbo was the first to acknowledge and Trots unfortunately had to clean it up for him. Poor Trots.

° Has broken way too many bones in his life, specifically his left arm. Nobody knows why it’s always the left arm that gets broken.

° Although he has broken many of bones, he sometimes pretends that he twisted his feet all the time. Though Brodie wasn’t aware of this the first time and immediately tried to convince Rennick to call a hospital chopper.

° Loves pottery, he’s used to his hands being quite dirty so this never really bothered him too much. One time he tried to make a swan for Mary’s birthday, but it ended up looking like a cat that got ran over 3 times. She didn’t mind it though, actually she thought it was quite charming.

° Pretty decent at darts, though not as good as Finlay or Brodie. Speaking of Finlay, he gets along with her well, though still quite scared of her just like the rest of the crew members.

° Addair disgusts him, his views on the world is something he wished Addair kept to himself. Whenever he gets the chance, he’ll rip immigrant posters down from his walls and throw them in the bin.

° Has a bad habit of whistling all the time, many people told him to shut up because of it.

° Talk ill of Mary and you’ll start wishing Rennick called a hospital chopper for you.

[wandercr]

no, you know what ... i'm gonna talk more about the brotherhood, sorry, y'all.

i know this opinion is semi-controversial, and disagreeing is totally fine by me, but i 100% believe that the brotherhood, to some degree, arranged sarah lyons' death. i doubt it was outright assassination, but the details about her being killed in action are left very vague. ( which could also be poor writing, but i'm giving bethany esda the benefit of the doubt just this once. )

now, where most people get finicky with this is regarding arthur maxson, to which i think i'm stating the obvious ... he has no idea that her death is related to the brotherhood, and he wasn't involved in it. the kid was fourteen/fifteen, at most, and had a hero worship crush on sarah. he wouldn't kill her. wouldn't sanction her death. let's not be ridiculous.

there's obviously a lot of discontent in the brotherhood in 2277 about how things are run under elder lyons. it isn't a leap to assume that there are members who would gladly usurp owyn and sarah to install someone more aligned with the brotherhood's original ideals.

i've always imagined there's turmoil between sarah's death and arthur's rise to power, in which there either is no solid leadership at all, or those that do become elder only last a few weeks to months, at most.

in comes arthur: young, desperate to prove himself and able to be manipulated. i think by the time we meet him in fallout 4, he's more or less making his own decisions, but at 16? 18? someone is pulling the strings, and i have no doubt that the brotherhood's reconnection with the outcasts leads to his further indoctrination to the brotherhood's original path.

for eliana, this lack of stability is basically hell on earth. she doesn't trust the faction she credits with saving her life; project purity probably becomes less of a priority; she's a piece of propaganda for brotherhood recruitment, rather than a respected knight, and she has nowhere to go, because the brotherhood has been her life for almost a decade. her voice, her opinion, her status, all of which meant something once, becomes drowned out by the brotherhood's senseless greed and power grabs.

basically, tldr; the brotherhood sucks? the brotherhood sucks.

[hairmetal666]

"I'm going to marry you one day, Steve Harrington," he declares to all and sundry (Steve and Robin) in Family Video.

Steve laughs, ducks his head, hair a bountiful cascade that doesn't move an inch. He's blushing but it's not, like, a reaction to the sentiment of marriage. Steve knows Eddie is just like that, flirtatious and over-the-top and incapable of not speaking his thoughts as soon as they enter his head.

Robin roles her eyes, goes back to flipping through her magazine, something about cinema, and Eddie swipes his just rented movies off the counter.

"You think I'm joking," he twists so he's facing them, walking backwards to the door. "But I swear it, oh, beloved purveyor of movies and deleter of late fees."

"Yeah, yeah." Steve's face is pinker than before and Eddie recognizes and immediately forces himself to forget how cute it is. "But get out of here before I change my mind."

And Eddie, he loves to push his luck and also has very little filter between his brain and his mouth, so he says, "aw, don't be that way, Stevie, you love me."

Robin looks up, then, mouth a pursed twist as she tries not to laugh. "Gross, Eddie." She throws a Sour Patch at him. "Keep all that mushy stuff to when you two are alone."

It's his turn to blush, fierce and raging, and Steve whirls, squeaking, to whack Robin with a Twizzler.

Eddie points at her. "Rude, Buckley. You know I love you too."

"Again, gross." She sticks out her tongue, tinged blue from the Sour Patch.

"We really need to work on your ability to accept affection," Steve tells her.

She scowls, kicks him, makes Eddie laugh.

"I think that's my cue to leave, children." He says. He, quite literally, bows out of the store, just missing the barrage of candy thrown his way.

---

Three Months Later

Eddie stumbles into the Harrington house, kicking his boots off by the door. Steve's in the kitchen, fussing around the stove. His hair's askew and he's--

"Harrington, are you wearing an apron?" He ignores the kick in his chest at the sight. "You'll make a sweet little housewife one day."

"Shut-up," Steve says without any heat. "Try this."

He brandishes a spoon filled with red sauce in Eddie's direction, and Eddie--heart always on his sleeve--eagerly leans in to taste. He closes his eyes, savors, and it's good, truly. Perfect fresh acidity with just a burst of sweetness.

"It's amazing, baby," he says without thinking. He opens his eyes right in time to see Steve turning back to the sauce, blush high on his cheekbones.

"Thanks. You're making me nervous though, hovering." Steve hip checks him. "Go sit somewhere."

And Eddie does, jumps onto the island--the Harrington's are the kind of people who have an island--and chatters to Steve about his day, about his new campaign, about the new song he's trying to learn.

All the while, he's watching Steve cook, in his apron, with such care and thoughtfulness, with true command. Maybe it's the domesticity of the scene, maybe his raging crush, but he has this flash of the two of them in the future. In their kitchen, Steve cooking dinner, and Eddie's arms are wrapped around his waist, he's pressing kisses to his temple, complimenting all his hard work and--

Steve feeds him a bite of the finished pasta, and it's so good that he groans, full-throated, unembarrassed, and says--he says, "I'm going to marry you one day, Steve Harrington."

He laughs, face pink, batting Eddie's shoulder. "Go sit down, man. It's time to eat."

---

Two Months After That

Eddie's working on a new campaign when the storm rolls in, wind rocking the trailer, thunder and lightning crackling in the sky. The power doesn't go out, but only just barely, the flickers making his heart pound for reasons that have nothing to do with weather.

There's a knock on the trailer door, and he opens it to find Steve Harrington standing on the porch, hair plastered to his head, clothes soaked. Robin's bike is propped against one of the awning supports. Familiar panic snaps to life in his gut.

"God, Steve, are you okay? Did something happen? That's Robin's bike, where's the Beamer? Is it--is it Vecna? Is--" He's blabbering can't stop, so he shoves his palm against his lips.

"It's not--not Upside Down stuff." He runs a hand through his soggy hair. "Can I come in, man? I--I want to tell you something."

This snaps Eddie out of his panic, and he's moving aside, saying, "Oh my god, get in here, you're soaked. Let me get towels. Do you want a change of clothes, I can--"

Steve catches him by the elbow and he full stops at the look in those big hazel eyes, fearful and sad and he doesn't know what, but his anxiety amps back up.

"I was with Robin and we were--we were talking, you know? And I told her that I like somebody, like really like them, but it was unexpected and--and--it's a guy. He's a guy but I still like girls? Robin said--she said that I'm probably bisexual. That I like guys and girls and--and everyone, I think."

It sends shockwaves through him, and he hopes it doesn't show, doesn't think it shows, but he's having trouble processing. Steve is bi and he likes someone and--Eddie stuffs down the jealousy that claws at him, knows it's more important that he's here for his friend.

"Thank you for telling me, sweetheart." He reaches out, slow in case Steve doesn't want to be hugged, but he launches himself into Eddie's arms.

Eddie holds him tight, heedless of his wet clothes, can feel his shoulders shake, and it tears Eddie's heart in two. All he can do is hold Steve and offer comfort, jealousy be damned.

"You're so brave, honey," he says once the tears taper off.

Steve gives a wet chuckle, face still buried against Eddie's neck. "I don't know about that. I think I got snot in your hair."

"It'll wash out." He laughs. "Is now the time to welcome you to the family? Apparently, we're growing exponentially."

"Does the welcome include a cake or something? I could really use cake."

And God, Steve, is so fucking cute, so sweet, so--everything Eddie has always wanted, and he--it's an accident, or at least, thoughtless--he presses a kiss to Steve's temple. More than one.

Steve pulls back fast, and Eddie lets go immediately. "Sorry, sorry. I--that was stupid. You like someone already, and I--"

His words are cut off as Steve kisses him. Steve kisses him? His brain can't process, but he kisses back. Can't not, not with Steve. Like, he doesn't know anything, head empty, but his body is with the program.

They break apart, he's breathing hard. Steve is beautifully flushed, mouth red and swollen. "You like someone," is what Eddie says.

Steve laughs. "I like you, Munson. Fucking crazy about you."

He smiles, so big it hurts, so big it grows into a delight laugh. "I'm going to marry you one day, Steve Harrington," he says.

---

Six Years Later

They're in bed, Saturday morning, rain pattering softly on the window.

Steve places slow kisses against his naked tummy, makes him tremble, shiver with overstimulation.

"Baby," he whines. "Sweetheart."

Steve smiles up at him, something cold pressing against his ribs, then into his hand.

It's a ring, black metal, shiny and iridescent as he turns it in the light. "What--Steve?"

With one last kiss to his hip bone, Steve sits up, slips the ring onto Eddie's finger. "I'm going to marry you one day, Eddie Munson."

[cloudzoro]

Getting Caught | One Piece ♡

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Getting caught having sex with your man by one of his friends.

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genre: smut (minors dni)

characters included: ace, crocodile, zoro

cw: dirty talk, pet names, threesome, size kink, public sex, voyeurism, big dick!zoro, possessive behaviour, Zoros one kinda made me 💦🤭🥵💫 while I was writing it

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Ace

Ace has been visiting your home a lot recently. Since the two of you started dating, he promised not to be gone too long. When you do finally get him back, you're all over him.

He's sitting on your couch while you're on his lap. You grind down against his cock, which he had pulled out of his shorts. The brim of his hat presses against the back of the sofa and prevents him from getting comfortable, so he takes it off of himself and places it on your head. The sight of you stripped naked in just his hat has him bucking his hips up into you.

“sit on my cock, pretty girl,” he says. “Let me fuck you, baby.”

You reach down and guide his cock into your hole. He helps you sink all the way down onto him, and when he finally bottoms out, you moan in his ear. He holds you still as you clench around him. He knows if you start moving now, he'll cum almost immediately.

“Please fuck me, Ace”, you whine before kissing him. He hums into your mouth and slowly ruts upwards. As soon as he moves, the door swings open. Ace is quick enough to grab a nearby blanket and wrap it around you while pulling you to his chest, blocking any possibility of whoever just walked in seeing you naked.

You look to the doorway to see Marco standing there. He seems embarrassed and as if he's trying not to laugh.

“I was just coming by to see how your reunion is going”, he says, a smug grin plastered on his face.

“It's doing fine; now beat it!” yells Ace, throwing a pillow in his direction. Marco runs, but not before yelling through the now-closed door.

“Nice hat, y/n!”

Crocodile

He has you on your back, legs pushed up to your chest as he fucks you. He's so deep inside you and so big that he attacks all your senses. You couldn't focus on anything else if you tried. You can feel his palm pressing against the tiny bulge in your stomach.

“Can you feel that baby? Feel me deep in your pussy?” his voice has you clenching around him. The room smells of smoke and sex, and it makes you so dizzy that you can barely respond to him. You let out a long whine and nod. Crocodile laughs from above you. “Can I flip you over?” he asks. You whine a yes, and he flips you onto your hands and knees.

A large, heavy hand pushes you down against the sheets. He pushes back into you and the new angle makes you scream into the fabric beneath you. Every thrust sends you forward into the mattress, and Crocodile does absolutely nothing to hide your moaning.

A few minutes later, you hear a loud banging at the door, and before either of you can move, Mihawk swings the door open as if he's completely unaware of what you are doing.

Your husband pulls you upwards so your back is against his chest and wraps his big arms around you, covering your most intimate parts. There's a beat of silence before Mihawk launches into a flustered tirade.

“You two are completely inconsiderate. Do you ever fucking shut up?” While he continues ranting, Crocodile leans down to speak in your ear.

“Look at him; he wants us so bad,” he whispers. He's not wrong if the flushed skin and raging boner are anything to go by. “Do you wanna invite him in?” he asks, paying no mind to Mihawk's scolding. When you nod, your husband drops his hands away from your chest and between your legs. Mihawk goes silent now that your body is exposed to him. “She has another hole for you,” says Crocodile, pressing his fingers against your lips. You obey his silent command and open your mouth to suck on his fingers. “y'know if you want help with that,” smirks your husband, gesturing to the tent pitched in Mihawk's trousers.

Mihawk considers the offer for a minute before approaching the bed. Crocodile lets go of your body and pushes you back down as Mihawk pulls his cock free from his trousers. You lick up the underside of his cock and then take him into your mouth, relaxing into taking as much of him as you can. You can hear verbal encouragement from both men, but you're not focusing on the words at all; you're too busy being stuffed with cock.

Zoro

Zoro can't keep his hands off of you, you've been at a bar for all of ten minutes and he's itching to pull into the nearest bathroom and fuck you stupid.

“Baby, come on,” Zoro says, pulling your back against his chest as you stand at the bar. “No one will even notice we're gone.”

Your boyfriend is impossible to resist and you let him drag you to the bathroom. He pins you against the wall, kissing you as he pulls his cock free. He holds his hand in front of your face, instructing you to spit in his palm. He uses your saliva to lube up his cock before lining himself up with your cunt and pushing in. You pull Zoro into another kiss, much nastier and messier than the last. His hips rock into you, cock dragging against your sensitive walls.

“Hold on to me, pretty girl”, he groans as you cling to his shoulders. He fuckss you harder, intending to make you cum as quickly as possible so he can get you home and really take his time with you. Neither of you realise that you didn't lock the door until you notice a blonde man with a familiar pair of eyebrows staring at you in shock.

“Zoro, Sanji's here,” You whine, slightly embarrassed. He knows; he heard Sanji coming in. He just doesn't care. At this point, almost nothing could stop him from making you cum.

“Let him watch. Let that shitty cook see what he'll never have” The cocky smile on his face makes your pussy drool. Zoro isn't jealous; he has no reason to be, but he has one of the nastiest possessive streaks you've ever seen in your life. “This pretty pussy is all mine, right baby?”

“uh-huh” is the only pair of syllables you can form as he fucks you so hard you fear you might crack the wall. You're not lying, though. Every part of your mind, body, and soul belongs to Zoro and vice versa. Sanji tries to focus on glaring at the swordsman, but he keeps getting distracted by your exposed skin and pretty noises.

“Cum for me” He emphasises the word ‘me’ reminding both you and Sanji that every drop of cum that leaks from your sweet pussy is his. Your body follows through on the command, shaking in his grasp as you cum. Both men stare at you in awe. Zoro cums soon after, unable to stand the way your cunt pulses around his sensitive cock any longer. “Get out of here,” Zoro growls, voice startling Sanji back to reality and he hurries off so you and Zoro can clean up in privacy.

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[luvzpagie]

“NONE OF THEM B*TCHES AINT BETTER THAN ME” — P.B

𝜗𝜚 ➵ you try to move on from paige, but she just won’t let that happen.

“yo, who the fuck is this?” paige held up your phone, which showed a message from ‘ava💋’ asking when you were coming over again.

you snatched your phone from her quickly, “no one, mind your business.” you rolled your eyes.

“so is this what we’re doing” you squinted your eyes at paige clearly annoyed. she had already came over without letting you know, shrugging when you asked why she here.

“what? i can do whatever i want, we’re not even together.” you argued. that sentence turned gears in paige, her eyes darkened with something you couldn’t yet decipher.

“oh yeah? bet.”

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“paige!” your plush ass smacked against her lower abs, her hands gripping onto your hips as she rutted into you.

paige’s thrust slowed, “gimme your phone”, you looked back at her confused but did it anyway. she typed in your password automatically knowing it, then clicking on the camera app.

the light shined bright as she hit record, she sped up again. her strokes were deep, hitting spots that made you melt. your eyes rolled as your cunt gripped harder onto the purple dildo.

“fuckk, p!” you moaned, your hands grabbed at the sheets. paige slapped at your ass, hinting for you to throw your ass a bit more.

“there you go baby” her sweet tone flowed into your veins, your body was becoming weak. your arch was breaking, her hand immediately pushing it back down.

“you like how i’m fuckin’ you baby?” she was teasing. you opened your mouth to speak but the feeling was too strong . paige chuckled at your struggle.

paige zoomed in on the white ring form on her strap, then to the way your ass recoiled.

“tell me how good it feels.” a smirk played across her face, oh she knew what she was doing. “so- so good” you were starting to break, your nails scratched at paige’s lower abs, her hand smacked them away.

“p, i’m so closee” you whined, your body shook as you moaned out for paige to “let you cum”.

“yeah? lemme know i can only make you feel this good” her words were demeaning almost evil n dark like.

“please, only you make me feel this good, p-please baby!” blabbers running out of your mouth, paige’s ego was definitely bigger now.

“cum for me sweet girl”

your heart racing, you came undone. you whined as paige pulled out slowly, now feeling empty. your eyes shut as tries gain back any composure.

she opened up the messages of your new fling.

ava💋

* video attachment*

oh this ur girl lol?

sent

your phone quickly blowing up, as she went to grab a towel to clean you up.

“paige, what the hell did you do!?” a sly smile laid on paige’s face.

“oops!”

[diaryofaprettyprincess]

stepdad!ghost x crybaby!girly!reader where he yells at her n it scares her cuz his voice is so deep n booming n she immediately starts crying. it all starts when he’s stressed because of a ton of paperwork he has to get done by that night and he hasn’t been able to because of different things that keep popping up. on top of that, he has to watch over you because your mom is out of town for a few weeks doing god know what.

so it’s safe to say he’s beyond stressed.

it all comes crashing down when you come skipping into his at-home office, a dvd in your hand for a movie he had promised you two would watch that day—before he was emailed a ton of paperwork.

you skip over to him, a small, “what’re you doin?” leaving your lips quietly as you peer over his shoulder.

he knows you just want attention right now, and god, does he want to give it to you.

but he can’t right now, and unfortunately for you, you don’t realize it.

he replies to your question with a gruff, “paperwork.” as he rubs his temple with his index and middle.

“oh.” your reply is short, and you look down at the dvd in hand sadly. “thought we were gonna watch a movie?”

simon tries to ignore the disappointment in your voice, because he knows he would immediately drop everything for you, but he just can’t.

“i know, love, but ‘ve got so much shit to do..what about tomorrow?” he asks, now watching u walk around to the front of his desk as you lean forward on it with your hands planted on the hardwood.

“tha’s what u said yesterday..” you pout, and simon can feel his irritability building in his blood. he doesn’t want to take any of his stress out on you, but if you push further, he’s worried he might.

“i know, princess. ‘m sorry, okay? i promise we will do it tomorrow.” he is now shuffling through his work.

you hate when he isn’t paying attention to you.

your eyes burn as you begin to feel tears sprout to them.

“si..” you squeak, trying to express that you feel lonely—what, with your mom being out all of the time. however, simon seemingly ignores you, too lost in his work. trying to get his attention, you call him what you know will achieve that. “daddy, can u take a break? please?” you beg, fidgeting with the dvd case. ghost’s heart squeezes in his chest at the nickname.

he mentally shakes his head. he has to focus.

“y/n, i already gave you my answer.” he speaks, his voice edging on pure annoyance.

“b-but you promised me! you always have somethin’ more important than me!” you’re fully crying now, and simon genuinely feels bad, but he just has so much to do.

he sighs, standing up to grab a pen from the coffee table. you follow behind him, crying.

“why’re you ignorin me?” you sob, and ghost rolls his eyes. he knows if he doesn’t look at you he won’t give in.

“y/n, stop.” he spits, walking back to his desk and hunching over to sign something.

you continue blubbering nonsense until— “enough! fuckin’ christ!”

his eyes burn into yours until he sees your utter hurt and he’s immediately back-tracking.

“angel..” he says softly right before you run off, and he begins to follow until you slam your bedroom door in his face. “fuck.” he sighs, exhausted.

he knows he scared you. he’s never yelled at you like that before.

he can hear your muffled, hiccuping cries, and he rests his forehead against your door—eyes shut tightly.

he tries your door handle but it’s locked. he knows you need time to decompress right now, so he reluctantly goes back to work for another hour before checking on you.

“princess?” he knocks on your door, and he can hear the movie you two were supposed to watch playing on the tv in your room. “let me in, baby.”

he can hear the sound of you getting off of your bed, then the clicking of the door unlocking. you run immediately back to your pink bed, whimpering like a puppy out of fright.

simon sighs for what seems like the 20th time that day, sitting down on your mattress. his large hand rubbing over the expanse of your back slowly.

“sweet’art, lookat me,” he speaks softly. “didn’t mean ta scare you..’m sorry. jus’ was stressed, baby.”

you turn your head, and he can see the reddening of your puffy eyes from crying so much.

“awh, angel,” he kisses the top of your head, brushing the hair away from your face. “can you forgive me?”

his voice is so soft and gentle you want to cry some more.

you nod, chewing on your lower lip. simon’s jaw ticks as he traces his thumb over the slope of your nose and down to the cupids bow of your soft lips. “sweetest girl ever, y’know that?” he asks, and his heart flutters when you giggle.

he leans forward and gently places a small kiss on your lips.

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[t1red-twilight]

don’t call me “d”

summary: a girl pushes herself onto dean during a case.

content/warnings: gn!reader, angst?, fluff?, light hurt/comfort

notes: sorry if your name is victoria. i’m sure you’re lovely

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you, dean, and sam were currently up north in new england working on a case. just the morbid usual: a couple of strange deaths, all the doors were locked, et cetera, et cetera. the most recent victim was a man named evan, who was almost decapitated.

halfway through interrogating the most recent victim’s friends and family, the victim’s sister decided that she would tag along. she had caught on to what the three of you were actually investigating and she wanted in.

her name was victoria, but insisted that she be called vic. a feisty thing, she was. ‘vic’ had long red hair, and did not care for any sort of personal space. at least, with dean she didn’t. when you introduced yourselves to her, it was explicitly expressed that you were dean’s partner. she didn’t care to respect that in the slightest.

at first, she was seemingly respectful. this façade didn’t last long. soon she was fruitlessly flirting with dean and completely ignoring both you and sam.

it didn’t help that perhaps in another circumstance she might’ve been dean’s type. she was tall and slender with a playful attitude. you knew from the beginning that you were in for a long one.

vic’s brother had an uncle that he was close with. she had willingly given his address, and that’s where the four of you were headed.

you grumbled in annoyance. vic had not let dean have any space, no matter how hard he tried to walk in tandem with you. eventually you had just given up and just walked beside sam.

it was evident that you were pissed, sam immediately sensed how livid you were. “you alright?”

“just peachy!” you replied, sarcasm flooding your tone. as you said this, dean turned and slowed so that he could walk with you and sam. you tried to distract yourself by examining the neighborhood, but your train of thought was cut off by dean speaking in a confrontational tone.

“victoria, you can leave. we’ve got this. we’re professionals.” dean gave her a deadpan look and when she didn’t move, he followed with a tautly-stretched smile. she still didn’t move.

“don’t be silly, d. i’m coming. evan was my brother.” dean muttered a couple profanities under his breath.

the look of irritation very present on his face. this didn’t last long as you had reached your destination.

vic did the honors of knocking on her uncle’s door. it took the man a moment to answer, and when he did he was clearly in a state of distress. it makes sense when one of your close relatives meets an untimely, violent end.

however, what vic did next shocked you to your core. when her uncle answered the door, she reached behind her and pulled dean to her side. then she spoke in a loud, clear tone, “this is my boyfriend, dean, and his friends. we just wanted to talk about evan, see how you’re holding up. is that alright?”

the man nodded and opened the door, but when you and sam were about to walk in she shut it in your faces. she wiggled her fingers at you in a wave. your blood was boiling. what did she think she was doing? did she honestly think that by forcing herself on dean would make him want her?

you turned and sat abruptly on the porch stairs. sam followed you. “she’s a little, uh, spirited, isn’t she?” sam turned to look at you. your brows were furrowed and illustrated your expression with the disdain you were feeling.

“yep.” you responded curtly. you were seeing red. sam tapped his foot against the concrete in impatience. “i don’t like her.”

“she’s extremely pushy.” sam sighed. the both of you sat in silence for about half an hour before dean and vic finally emerged.

dean reached down and helped you up off of the stairs. he then spoke broadly to sam and you. “well, the guy knows nothing more than what we knew. evan was a stand up kid who was suddenly found dead with defensive wounds, but no windows were broken or doors unlocked in his apartment. apparently he visited his uncle the night before it happened and was acting a little frantic.”

vic hung off of dean’s arm. “see, d, i told you. that old guy doesn’t know anything.

dean shook her off and gave her a curt smile. “don’t call me d.”

sam decided it was a good idea to look over evan’s apartment again. you had decided to look around the kitchen, where the body was found the morning after.

damn, evan’s apartment was cold. you wondered if that was the default setting or a symptom of something else. it was eerily quiet, too; quiet enough that your ears rung. you squatted to get a better look at the place where the body was found, and you saw some blood that had crusted over.

while you were examining the baseboards and the blood that had clearly been missed by the clean-up team, you heard someone approaching you from behind. “some blood was missed by clean-up. that’s gross, don’t you-“

you turned, fully expecting it to be one of the boys from the weight of the footsteps, but coming face-to-face with the spirit that had evidently killed evan. “dean! sam!” you shouted. you tried to get to your feet, but you weren’t fast enough. the spirit got close enough to you to knock you back.

unfortunately, neither party arrived before the spirit lunged at you and slashed your upper arm. the pain was sharp and quick, and you soon felt warm blood trickle out of the wound. the ghost vanished soon after.

you were able to find some bandages in the back of the impala and cover it up with a long sleeved button down of dean’s. you figured you’d worry about caring for it properly later once everything was over. hopefully, no one had seen how much you were bleeding and you could get away with pretending you were fine.

later that night, after some more snooping online (mostly on sam’s part), you could find the grave that held the corpse you were looking for.

dean had dug up the grave of said ghost. he salted it and burned it, and that was the end of it. you were quite surprised; in the past the burning hadn’t been too successful. if you were being honest, your rage blacked out most of the events that happened for the rest of the night.

the dirt crunched under your feet as you walked back to the impala. vic trailed after dean; your shoulders tensed. the scene mirrored a mother duck and her ducklings. luckily, you made it to the passenger seat before someone else could. you slammed the door and your arm stung with pain again. you hoped that no one had seen you flinch.

the ride back to vic’s place was awkward, to say the least. soft rock filled the silence, and that calmed you slightly.

the impala jerked to a stop in front of vic’s house. “do i really have to go, d?” she poured. how pathetic of her.

dean turned and answered her instantaneously. “yes, and don’t call me d.”

her pitiful pout worsened, “are you sure? we could have some fun?”

“yes. get out of my car.” when she didn’t, he followed up. “now, please.” finally she listened to what dean was saying and left. dean didn’t even wait to see her to get inside, he just sped off to the motel you were staying that night.

the motel bed was calling you. at arrival you practically jumped out of the car and into the room. it was just a typical run-down motel, but you couldn’t wait until you drove out of town and forget today ever happened.

“woah there tiger. wait up for the rest of us,” dean jogged to meet you. “let’s take care of your gash now, alright?”

you closed your eyes and sighed. suddenly you were extremely aware of dean. you were very much emotionally exhausted. “it’s not that bad. the bandage will hold up just fine.” at this, dean grabbed your hands.

“please? just let me take care of you.” the shines in his eyes was convincing enough.

that’s how you found yourself in the dirty bathroom, sitting on the toilet with dean sealing your wound with stitches. “you’re not mad at me, right?”

you were stumped that this notion. “no? why would i be?” you blinked in poorly veiled shock.

he spoke plainly, “because victoria was falling all over me all day today.”

you looked astray to the confusing red shower curtain. “that’s not your fault though. it’s not your fault that she can’t respect your boundaries.”

“i just care about what you think, you know,” he stated, not looking away from binding your arm with more gauze.

hesitating, you thought both about what to respond with and how you actually felt about the whole situation. you thought it was clear that you weren’t mad at dean. you were just mad at how vic couldn’t stand that one man couldn’t want her. well, obviously it hadn’t been. how long had dean thought you were upset with him? did he-

dean broke the silence. “i lost you there for a second.”

you shook off your thoughts. “oh, sorry. i don’t blame you for her actions at all. you stated what you wanted several times. kind of crazy that she fully ignored us telling her we’re together,” you expressed with a lopsided smile.

he looked up into your eyes, “so we’re good?” his green eyes showed the slight apprehension he still carried.

you lightly tugged your arm out of his hold and held his face in your hands. “of course we are, d,” kissing his forehead afterward.

“i love it when you call me that,” he smiled.

“you missed,” he said.

“huh?”

“you missed.” he guided your face down toward his and greeted your lips with his. you kissed him in a way that you hoped affirmed him that you were both okay. that today hadn’t changed how you felt about him in the slightest. you felt him grin against your kiss. you pulled away and smiled at him.

suddenly you were aware of the toilet seat beginning to be uncomfortable as you sat, so you stood. dean followed.

“it’s cold out. let’s go warm up,” he said impishly. while flirtatious, you were aware he meant just to sleep.

“yeah, that sounds great,”

[soapsbaby]

Take the hint

Summary: The CoD guys and Valeria's reaction to you being hit on at a club.

Characters: Simon “Ghost” Riley, Johnny “Soap” MacTavish, König, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra, John Price, Valeria Garza, all x gn!reader Rating: SFW Word count: 800ish

Ghost

He gets jealous really easily, he doesn’t like sharing you at all. Still, usually he’ll just stand somewhere where he can see you well, arms crossed in front of his chest and waiting for you to reject the person.

The moment you’re with him again he’ll have an arm tightly around you, pulling you as closely to him as he can, proving to himself that he is the only one who gets to do this with you.

If the person is too persistent he will go into guard dog mode. He would absolutely break someone’s bones for you.

Soap

He gets jealous too, but he always tries his very best to not show it. He knows in his core that he is your one and only and would never betray him so he will just push the feeling down and look forward to you being back by his side.

He will absolutely make fun of the other person once it’s just the two of you, can’t believe a guy like that thinks he could get with you… So delusional, hm? 

König

He doesn’t really go out much in the first place and when he does, he is pretty much attached to you at the waist and no one dares hit on you when you are with that mountain of a man.

If it does happen, because you went to quickly grab a drink or went to the bathroom, he will start spiraling quickly. He already has a lot of anxiety about you leaving him and the moment he sees you speaking with someone else his alarm bells go off, that it’s finally happening and he won’t be the one you’ll go home with today.

He wants to intervene, but he doesn’t dare to, he can just watch, but he feels better immediately when you finally get rid of the other person, rolling your eyes and giving König a bright grin, mouthing “what a weirdo” towards him and immediately get on your tiptoes to give him a kiss. 

He’ll make sure to not let go of your hand for the rest of the night and be as affectionate as possible. 

Price

He’s super relaxed about it, just standing in the corner sipping his beer and waiting for you to deal with it. He finds it incredibly attractive how well you handle yourself.

He also takes it as a compliment that other people find you that attractive, but of course he is the one you ultimately go back home with.

Can’t blame them, honey. You look out of this world.

Gaz

He tries to not let it bother him, but it always does. He is always afraid you’ll leave him and he has had some bad experiences in the past with other people that sensitized him to it.

You know about that so you always make sure to shut down the other person as quickly as possible to get back to his side again.

You can tell that he is unhappy when you come back but once you pull him in for a kiss, still in view of the person who hit on you, he feels better immediately. 

Valeria

The types of places she takes you out to are full of people that know you belong to her and wouldn’t dare hit on you. You stay by her side anyway so there is barely any chance for someone to try and hit on you.

If it does happen she gets very possessive. Has pulled a gun on someone who got inappropriate with you before and would absolutely do it again. 

Rudy

He will watch on with a grin. He trusts you completely and he knows you’ll handle it.

If the other person is too persistent, he might get involved, a cold smile on his lips as he yells across the bar. Sorry, dude. They’re not into blonds. Believe me, I’d know. 

Will be extremely relaxed up until the point where he sees you get uncomfortable with the other person’s behavior. He will get really heated when he sees you struggle and has beaten up someone before, smashing them against the bar and hissing at them to get some damn manners before he breaks their ribs. 

Alejandro

Alejandro knows you can deal with it yourself but he still likes to be present as a safety net so you don’t have to feel on your own in case things go wrong.

Usually will come up to you and just listen in, putting an arm around your waist if you seem uncomfortable. Usually the other person gets the hint by then but if not he’ll get involved. 

[moamidzyism]

locked out (c.yj)

☆。.:*·ﾟwc 1468 smut ౨ৎ minors DNI ˚⁺。˚ ୨୧ resident assistant!yeonjun x fem!reader, making out, hand job [masterlist • reblogs + feedback appreciated]

event masterlist

the knock on his door pulled yeonjun out of his desk chair. he sighed and reluctantly shuffled across the room. as he opened the door, he was met with the familiar sight of you, the shy resident that looked up at him with wide eyes when he held open the elevator doors for you on move-in day. now you stood in front of him with the same nervous energy.

he turned on his “on the lock voice” as he asked you what brought you to his door. you smiled bashfully, stumbling over your words as you explained that you got locked out of your room. he glanced down at his phone to check the time. 10:34pm flashed on the screen. he looked back at you apologetically. “the resource office is closed and i’m not sure who is on night duty today.” he explained to you.

“oh,” disappointment filled your face as your smile faltered.

“have you tried reaching your roommate?” he suggested.

you nodded, slumping your shoulders. “yeah, but she isn’t home and she says she might not be back for another hour or so.” your gaze drifted past yeonjun, lingering on the warmth of his room behind. “can i stay here?”

yeonjun looked back at his room for a moment and reminisced about the peaceful night he thought he was going to have. he turned back to you, eying you up and down. you were wearing a black mini skirt paired with a matching leather jacket. your arms were behind you, trying (and failing) to conceal the brown paper bag that you clutched in your hands.

he hesitated, sighing and massaging his temple, weighing his options. he couldn’t really deny support to one of his residents, especially when you were smiling at him so expectantly and coyly. “why not?” he finally relented, pushing the door open wider for you to walk in.

he watched you step inside and remove your jacket. you took a seat on the couch and also took in his room. his studio was a lot larger than yours, even though it was meant for one person, but those are just the perks of his job. the soft lighting of his desk lamp cast a gentle glow across the walls and his meticulously made bed that was tucked neatly against the back wall. he watched your face as your mind contorted trying to place his room in file of the character you have made of him. 

yeonjun walked in after you, but towards his desk instead. he glanced at the waiting room of his video game that had just loaded as soon as you knocked on his door. he sighed wistfully, shutting down the game and closing his computer. with a resigned air, he moved to join you on the couch. “so, how has your semester been so far?” he asked.

“it’s been okay,” you bit your bottom lip.

“made any friends?”

“i thought i did, but they ditched me tonight.” you admitted. you tried to mask your disappointment but he saw right through it.

“oh, that sucks.” he tapped your hand in support. “but it’s just the beginning of the year so you’re going to make new friends in no time.”

“yeah, true. at least i get to be here with you.” you tried to joke in a pathetic attempt to lighten the mood. yeonjun gave you a pity laugh and the conversation quickly dwindled from there.

you scanned the wall of his room, eyeing the posters, trying to find something that you could make into a conversation. yeonjun opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again. he too looked around the room, racking his brain on what he could say to fill the void. your eyes met and you exchanged a tight lipped smile before immediately averting eye contact.

the silence stretched, filled only by the ambient hum of the room and the voices on the street outside.

“i’m sorry,” you laughed nervously after a while. “this is so awkward.”

“no, it’s not–” he started, but then he laughed too. “actually, yeah it is.”

“i’m usually better at talking to people, but this is just different, i guess,” you confessed, both of you turning to face each other.

“why would this be different?”

“this is so embarrassing. i shouldn’t have said anything,” you hid your hands in your face. he insisted you have to tell him, prying your hands off your face, a playful grin spreading across his face. you groaned but he promised that he wouldn’t laugh and so you told him all about the little crush on him that you had developed since the moment you met him.

you couldn’t stop the word vomit from rushing out of your mouth and yeonjun looked at you with amused eyes as you rambled on and on about how interesting and funny and cool and kind you think he is.

yeonjun reached out to gently take your hand. he squeezed your hand, his thumb brushing against your skin to comfort you. you inched closer and closer to him, trying to close the gap between the two of you. before he could process, your lips were on his, your hands cupping his face.

he pulled away and you were quick to rush into apologies and gather your things from the floor. yeonjun pulled you back into the kiss. without breaking the kiss, he pulled you onto his lap and you straddled him.

you wrapped your hands around his neck, your fingers threading through his hair in a way that makes him moan into the kiss. his hands roamed your back, pushing your chest closer to his. he had to admit, you’re a really good actress – the way you walked into his room, giving him your pathetic story about locking yourself out. but now he was the pathetic one underneath you. 

he broke apart from the kiss briefly. your foreheads rested against each other, your warm breath on his lips as you panted softly. “we really shouldn’t be doing this.” he groaned when you grinded against him. your hands made their way to the waistband of his gray sweatpants.

“i wouldn’t tell, if you don’t.” you pressed a series of tender kisses along his jawline.

yeonjun let out a low ok and you slid your hand inside his pants, your fingers brushing against his growing cock. his head fell back against the couch at the contact. you wrapped your hand around him, feeling his hardness as you began to stroke him slowly, deliberately, and gently.

yeonjun could feel himself quickly going insane with your every teasing touch, his breathing growing heavier. “that feels so good.” you watched him whisper with his eyes half-closed in pleasure. you watched intently at the way his expression shifted with each movement, the way his body responded to your touch.

as your hand moved faster, his breathing became more ragged, his moans loader. each stroke brought him closer to the edge, his body tense and trembling under your touch. he could feel the power you held over him and how his need for you grew with every passing second.

yeonjun’s hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer. he leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss again. the room felt like it was spinning and the only thing that was keeping him grounded was his hands that gripped your hips, guiding your movements against him.

just as he was about to reach his orgasm, your phone rang. the sound jolted you both out of your haze. yeonjun let out a frustrated groan, his head falling back against the couch. “you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” he muttered.

a string of curses fell from your lips as you reluctantly pulled away from him. your hand slipped out of his sweatpants, and you dug through your purse looking for your phone. the caller id showed your roommate’s name.

“i’m sorry,” you whispered as you answered the phone.

you tried to regain your composure and hoped that your roommate couldn’t sense your heart rate skyrocketing as yeonjun reattached his lips to your neck, biting and sucking ever so gently while your roommate tells you that she just got back to the dorm and she was making her way upstairs.

“okay, i’ll– i’ll see you soon.” you hung up the phone. “i have to go. my roommate is coming up now.” you told yeonjun, who whined in protest but still allowed you to collect your things and orient yourself before you left.

he walked you over to his door, and you turned around to pull him into a long, lingering kiss, your fingers gently curling into his hair. his lips met yours with fervor, but you quickly pulled away and opened the door.

“i’ll see you around, yeah?”

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[vanteguccir]

grumpy x sunshine w/ chris please! 🙏🥺❣️

── ୨୧ !　a small blurb with grumpy!you and sunshine!chris <3

　　　　　　　　　𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

The living room was bathed in warm sunlight, the golden rays spilling through the large windows and casting a soft glow on the cozy space. It was a perfect Saturday; quiet, slow, and entirely theirs. Chris didn’t have to film any videos with his brothers today, so he had been looking forward to spending some quality time with her. However, despite the idyllic setting, Y/N had been more grumpy than usual.

They started the day with a late breakfast, Chris happily humming to himself as he tried - not very successfully - to make pancakes, while Y/N leaned against the counter, arms crossed, her brows furrowed as she watched him with an unreadable expression. She barely responded to his attempts at conversation, offering only grunts and short answers.

Chris, ever the yapper and sunshine, didn’t let it dampen his mood. He simply chatted away, talking to himself or telling her things, without receiving an answer back, filling the silence with his usual brightness, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

As the day wore on, Y/N continued to hover around him, never too far away but never engaging fully either. Her frown deepened with every hour, and Chris could feel her gaze on him as he moved around the house, tidying up or settling down with his phone. It was like she was in a constant state of contemplation, almost brooding, and it tugged at his heartstrings.

Finally, as they sat in the living room, Chris sprawled up on the grey couch watching some random movie on the television while Y/N sat on the other end, curled up and arms still crossed - only uncrossing to fish her phone and navigate through it - staring out the window with a tense expression, he couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed the remote control, muting the movie and turning to look at her, his eyes soft and concerned.

"Hey, you’ve been in a mood all day." He said gently, tilting his head slightly as he observed her. "What’s wrong?"

Y/N didn’t immediately respond. She just kept her gaze fixed on something outside, her jaw clenched. When she finally did speak, her voice was low, almost a mumble.

"Nothing."

Chris narrowed his eyes slightly, unconvinced. He watched her for a few moments, his mind racing as he tried to figure out what could be bothering her. And then, it hit him. His eyes widened slightly as the realization dawned on him, and he couldn’t help the soft smile that spread across his face.

"Oh!" He exclaimed, his tone light and teasing. "Is it because I didn't give you your morning hug, baby? You want a hug?"

Y/N’s reaction was immediate. She rolled her eyes, turning her head more to the side as if to hide the faint blush that was creeping up her neck.

"No..." She muttered, her expression still frowning, though the edges of her grumpiness seemed to soften just a little.

Chris laughed, the sound bright and full of affection.

"You could’ve just asked, you big baby." He said, his voice dripping with amusement.

"Shut up." Y/N mumbled, her voice softer now, almost shy, but she kept her arms crossed, trying to maintain her grumpy facade even as her cheeks flushed a deeper red.

Chris couldn’t hold back his laughter. He crawled over the upholstery to the other side of the sofa, his heart swelling with love as he looked at her stubborn expression, the one that always made him fall in love all over again every time.

Without another word, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into a tight hug. She resisted for a split second, still trying to maintain her angry persona, but it didn’t last long. Her arms uncrossed almost instinctively, wrapping around him as she buried her face in his neck, letting out a sigh of defeat.

"See?" Chris whispered against her ear, his lips curving into a smile as he started planting soft kisses all over her face, going from her jaw do her cheek. "You just needed a hug."

"Shut up." Y/N mumbled again, but this time, there was no bite to her words.

She let out a low, contented hum as Chris continued to pepper her face with kisses, pressing her body between the sofa and his body.

Chris laughed softly, ignoring her half-hearted protests of how wet his lips were and how much he was squeezing her as he pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. They were softer now, with something far more vulnerable.

"I love you, you know." He whispered, his fingers gently brushing through her hair, massaging her scalp.

Y/N’s eyes softened even more, her frown completely melting away as she finally allowed herself to relax in his embrace.

"Yeah." She murmured, her voice barely audible. "I know... I love you too."

Chris smiled, leaning in to press one last kiss to her lips, a gentle and lingering touch that made Y/N’s heart skip a beat. She pulled him closer, tightening her arms around him as if to keep him there forever, the warmth of his love seeping into every corner of her being.

[obsessive-evie]

you’re pretty is all

pairing: Kate Martin + fem!oc

word count: 3.2k

warnings: smut, explicit language

“I-, I can’t, please, I can’t, you can’t keep doing this to me,” Kate pants into my mouth, a blushing smile on her face, clearly embarrassed at the needy tone her own voice took on.

You see, we have recently discovered that Kate cannot handle praise. At. All.

It happened one day on accident, I was just going to one of her games like normal, a pretty rough game against South Carolina I must admit, but Iowa pulled through, Kate being the highest scorer instead of Caitlin for once. She had jogged over to where I was leaning against the walls of the stadium bleachers, a wide smile on her face the moment she noticed where I was. She had barely finished talking to the media, still dodging reporters with cameras on her way over to me.

I immediately wrapped my arms around her head of course, standing on my tiptoes to kiss the side of her head. Her head was buried in my neck, her heavy breathing and warm body pressed against my own. “You did so good baby, oh my god,” I said in her ear before pulling away, my hands still on her neck. Her face now held a different kind of look in her eye. What once was pink from the exertion of the game was now speckled darker with with red, her eyes holding a look of almost uncertainty in them. She opens her mouth like she’s going to speak, but nothing comes out.

She looks bashful, almost shocked, as she keeps trying to form words through her smile. A few laughs escape instead, so she breaks eye contact, and pulls me back into her arms, hiding her face in my neck.

I don’t bring it up until later, taking it as she was just overwhelmed in the post-win high.

But the more I thought about it, the more my brain needed to know why she looked so, flustered? Now I had had my theories about her liking praise, the few times I was more in control featuring a heavy adoration note, and less than a possessive or rough route, but I wanted to test my theory.

“I’m serious i’m so proud of you Kate, you played so well,” I say in the passenger seat of her car as she drives us back to her apartment, her hand in mine on the center console. We’re stopped at a long red, the large Iowa intersections taking far too long in any other circumstance, but i’m thankful for it now as I get to watch her head duck down in an attempt at hiding while a large smile plays on her face, one she’s clearly trying to hide. Her face flushes red again, and that’s when I knew I was on the right track.

Throughout the course of the next few days, I continued to shower my girlfriend with excess praise and compliments, relishing in every blush, smile, giggle, and hidden face. Everything from playing with her freshly washed hair while we talked about the game later that night, making her shift herself from laying on my chest to her kissing my neck to hide her red face when I started to delve into her high score. Not just that, but when she aced a math test a few days later, I went above and beyond in telling her how proud I was (she ended up telling me to shut up with a red face and half hidden smile, her large hand coming to cover half of her face).

The first time I called her pretty girl, I knew damn well what I was doing.

I was sitting on the bathroom counter as she curled her hair, just admiring her beauty and features. She was focused on not burning herself, but when she put the iron down and caught my eyes, she smiled, a puzzled look on her face. “What?” she asked while moving closer, her hands coming to my thighs, rubbing up and down my leggings as she laughed slightly. I shook my head, not wanting to admit anything yet, so naturally she moved closer, leaning into my personal space.

I shake my head while laughing, moving myself to kiss her lips with smiles on our faces. I break the gentle kiss to say, “My pretty girl.” Her reaction is immediate, her face flushes pink high on her cheekbones and ears, she tries to hold back an even larger smile which causes her nose to twitch slightly too. My hands cradle her jaw on each side before she plants her forehead on my chest, me sitting on the counter being one of the few positions she can do so.

I can feel her breathing slightly pick up, making me laugh again. She shakes her head in my chest with a small groan before picking it up, and moving back over to where she was standing, holding back a smile and a red face.

So it does work.

My plan was to see how long it would take for her to crack, or melt, either one worked for me. So when the day came where I was fed up with her being so stupidly strong willed, I decided to bombard her all day long.

I kissed every inch of her face when we woke up that morning, telling her how beautiful she is, even throwing in a my beautiful girl before getting out of bed to shower (she asked to join, but I don’t think I could handle seeing her naked and not get on my knees, which would ruin my whole plan).

I even hyped her up a little more the usual when we got ready to go out to dinner. When I would usually just call her my hot girlfriend and poke her biceps or abs, I made show of saying how good she looked, even throwing in a wolf whistle for good measure to get that pretty blush I adored. Now don’t get me wrong, she did look damn good, but it was a little exaggerated when she walked out in a gray tank and jeans, her hair up in a high ponytail with a dusting of makeup on her face highlighting her natural features.

I got the blush that I wanted, as well as an eye roll as she deflected by kissing me on the lips.

It was only after we had a few drinks at a nice italian restaurant that she even acknowledged my praises.

I had called her “so fuckin pretty” after taking some photos of her at our secluded table, to which she responded, “I can’t with you, you know that?” with an eye roll. “I just love my incredibly hot girlfriend, and I wanna tell her, what’s so wrong with that?” I replied. She just shook her head and said, “You’re so down bad for me.” Of course I nodded my head enthusiastically and took more photos.

By the time we were home on the couch, still in our going out clothes and makeup, I was determined to make her crack.

I was seated straddling her lap, her hands unbashfully on my ass and hips (a personal fav of hers as she put it), while mine were moving between her jaw and neck, not deciding which one I liked better. My tongue was in her mouth when my hand just barely squeezed her neck, not choking or anything, but enough for her to moan out in surprise. She pulled away for air, her face flushed and lips bitten a dark shade of pink. God she really was pretty.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whispered before going back in for more kisses. Her hands now gripped my hips harder, pulling me down onto her thigh, causing pleasure to shoot up into me. She did it again at the same time she pushed her thigh up, the thought of the strong muscle beneath me only adding to my pleasure. This time i’m the one that pulls away to say, “God you’re so good to me, you’re so fucking pretty baby,” while smiling. Hopefully this is the fatal blow that will make her crack.

I’m right.

“I-, I can’t, please, I can’t, you can’t keep doing this to me,” Kate pants into my mouth, a blushing smile on her face, clearly embarrassed at the needy tone her own voice took on. Her bright blue-green eyes plead up at me, coercing my body and soul into her. I stay quiet, hoping to urge her to fill the silence. “I mean it, you have no idea what that does to me I-,” she pauses, taking a deep breath, breaking our eye contact, “I can’t, just-“ I cut her desperate words off with a kiss, needing to feel those pretty lips on mine again. She kisses me back with fervor, gripping my ass and hip impossibly tighter, her hands almost painfully doing so.

Our lips continue to move with a melting passion, each of us letting out occasional moans as we move closer and closer to the fires burning bright in our cores. I break the kiss and a string of warm spit still keeps us connected. I move to kiss her cheek gently, the restraint and stark contrast from the aggressive kissing almost making me shake. Kissing softly down her jawline, stopping just above her ear to whisper, “My pretty baby,” the hand that was resting on her neck squeezing slightly.

Now being possessive wasn’t particularly new for us, Kate liked to show me off and I the same, but we were never directly possessive. So i I guess it caught her off guard when I accentuated the my part.

“Oh my god,” she half says half whines as I smirk, continuing my pursuit of kisses down her neck and onto her exposed collarbones. I manage to get her tank top off, so of course she had to even the score and get me out of my shirt (it was bunched up around my bra anyways). Kissing down her chest, removing the clasp of her bra one handed, pulling her ripped jeans down, those were all easy. But resisting the urge to abandon my teasing and fuck her senseless once I got her in just her underwear was not easy. At all.

I too was stripped down to my shorts and lacy black bralette, my mouth still slowly trailing down her body, gently kissing and biting. My hands explored her hips and thighs the lower I got, the sucking on her chest and nipples making the strong muscles twitch slightly. Every time I pulled away from her warm body to breathe or look at her, I let out a string of praises or minor possessiveness.

The lower I got, the more she squirmed at my words. What would’ve probably only made her blush before this is now making her pant. For example, “God you’re so good baby,” made her let out a particularly desperate moan, her hand coming to the back of my head as I sucked on her nipple.

Something I did know about Kate however, is that she got particularly embarrassed when I went down on her. She had a habit of covering her face with her hands, a pillow, or biting her lips to hold back the moans that only urged me on. She also had a habit of closing her eyes or looking away, especially the more orgasms I gave her, because she had a tendency to cry.

The first time I made her cry in bed, I panicked, thinking something was wrong. It was after a particularly hard loss, a tiring and brutal game against LSU, and I decided she could use an orgasm or two after that. By the time I was getting her closer and closer to her third, I thought that I was crazy when I caught a glimpse of shiny eyes before she covered them with the crook of her elbow again. Amping her up for her fourth however, was when I was for sure that her moans were turning into almost sobs. My heart dropped, thinking I had taken it too far. Of course I immediately removed my head from her pussy and cradled her face with my hands, trying to remove her own from her face.

All I had received in return was a rushed out explanation, “No, no, please don’t stop I’m fine I swear just-“ she had said before I cut her off. “Baby you’re crying you’re clearly not fine what’s wrong was it too much? I’m sorry love I-“ this time it was my turn to be cut off.

“No, no this just happens ok I’m fine just I swear to god if you don’t make me cum these tears will be for real,” she choked out, the waterworks of frustration starting back up again. I had kissed her salty lips quickly before giving her a fourth orgasm, watching as the tears flowed freely once I had held her hand down on her hip. Back then I had watched in awe as her pretty face was streaked with tear tracks, trying to test my luck with a fifth orgasm right after her fourth. Unfortunately her sobs became mumbled words of, “No I can’t i c-can’t too much I can’t please I can’t,” while pushing my head away from her dripping cunt.

Now I’m determined to see those rare tears again.

Hopefully my teasing combined with her newfound appreciation for praise would be enough.

I stand corrected.

After sucking on her thighs for too long, Kate had relented and quietly asked me to touch her. I had removed her soaked panties slowly, kissing every inch of her legs they went down. This is when she would typically look away or look for a pillow to hide in, but thanks to our position on our barren couch, she had no choice but to look at me as I made contact with her wet pussy.

I started out slow by circling her clit and pushing a single finger into her, crooking it slightly. “Keep your eyes on me pretty girl,” I said, making her move her hand from shaking by her thigh to holding the back of my head, keeping my tongue on her as she whines.

Throwing out other praises and you’re so pretty darling, or, you look so fucking good like this, so wet baby made Kate only moan and whine louder, her hand coming to cover her mouth. I get minutes into pumping two fingers into her before I notice she’s gone muffled, so I take her hand away from her mouth by her wrist, and hold it onto the couch with my thumb on her pulse point gently.

“C’mon baby let me hear you, I know you can do it,” I say, watching as she tries to keep quiet by biting her lip, tears beginning to form in her eyes. I decide to push her further.

At the same time I curl my fingers up into her g spot, I suck on her clit hard, all while simultaneously pushing on her lower stomach. This makes her let out a loud and whiny moan, stirring things inside me when she tightens her hold on my hair. The tears begin to flow now, almost making me let up on my assault. Almost.

I keep alternating between sucking on her clit and pushing on her stomach, my fingers keeping pace inside her. “Oh my god,” she panted out, the telltale signs of my girlfriend’s incoming orgasm starting as her breathing picks up. I keep going, never relenting, even when her strong hips try to lift up off the couch, forcing me to wrap my arms around her hips and thighs, pinning her in place.

I take a small breather to say, “you’re close baby, I know it, why don’t you cum for me yeah? god you’re doing so well love.” She throws her head back and whines, a high and needy thing that makes me speed up my hand, even though my wrist is starting to cramp.

Her breathing deepens, sobs worsen, thick hot tears rolling down her cheeks as her strong thighs clamp around my head. Pushing on her lower stomach always seems to do the trick, something about external g spot stimulation? Either way, she’s coming on my tongue with my name in her mouth, combined with many other things I can’t hear because of her thighs over my ears.

Her whole body shakes and twitches, her hips lifting in an arch, her hand holds my hair almost painfully tight to her cunt, not like I was leaving anyways. Her heavy breathing doesn’t slow as I push through what I think is the longest orgasm I’ve ever given her. And trust me, giving head was considered one of my special skills. Wonder if I could put THAT on a job resume?

I slow my fingers inside of her, as well as the lapping of my tongue when I think i’ve stretched that out as long as I could. Her eyes are closed now, breathing slowing, her thighs loosened around my head, allowing me to pull away for air. I slowly remove my fingers from her cunt, causing her hips to twitch again, making me laugh. I suck her excess slick off my fingers, relishing in the way she tastes. Maybe I’m smug, but the fucked out look on my girlfriend’s face as she opens her eyes is totally deserving of a mini victory lap.

I stand up from my position on the floor, my knees cracking on the way up from the way I was kneeling. I kiss my way up her hips and stomach gently, small pecks up her warm body, making my way to her face. The tear stained face I kiss every inch of, something I had started after the first time she cried, a mix of guilt and tenderness I felt for her compelling me to do so. When I finally reach her lips, I swipe my thumb under her eyes, cleaning off any more salty tears or cum. Unfortunately for Kate, going from eating pussy to kissing cheeks means mixing of bodily fluids.

A self confident smile on my face, I kiss my girl on the lips finally, her once limp mouth curving up into a small smile. I pull away, taking in her disbelieving expression. “Where the hell did that come from?” she asks, shaking her head slightly against my lips. “You’re pretty,” is all I say in response.

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Saving Grace- Part 2

Here is the follow up for my latest Eddie Diaz imagine, thank you all for the amazing response to the first part. I hope you will all like this second part.

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Part 1

Summary: After Eddie saves a woman on a call, she becomes very attached to him. He tries to tell her he isn't interested, but it doesn't go well when she decides to taunt him by hurting his wife.

Enjoy.

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(Y/n) wasn't sure how long she had been asleep.

The moment she got through the door, she called Eddie to say she was home and when she flopped onto the sofa, she could feel her mind starting to shut down almost immediately. The last thing she heard was Eddie's voice on the other end of the phone, asking her to try and eat something and let him know if she did and if she started to feel any worse.

But she didn't know how long she had been asleep for; all she knew was that she didn't wake up because of the alarm she set so she was on time to collect Chris.

She woke up because there was a hand covering her mouth.

Finger dug bruisingly into her cheek. A rough palm pressed down on her mouth, mashing her lips against her teeth and pushing her head down into the cushion until she was almost imbedded into it.

When her eyes frantically opened and scanned around, she realised it wasn't anyone she knew stood in front of her.

But when she felt the blade of a kitchen knife press against her throat beneath her chin, her body started to shake.

And all she could do was scream.

"Scream again, and I use the knife. Got it?"

(Y/n) nodded. She would do anything to get this woman away from her. She wouldn't scream. She wouldn't make a sound or try and chomp her teeth down on the hand that was smashed into her mouth. (Y/n) wouldn't do anything, she wouldn't make a break for it or try to grab for her phone that was on the coffee table.

As long as she let go of her and removed the knife from her throat, (Y/n) would play nice.

Once the knife was pulled away and the hand let go of her mouth, (Y/n) took a deep breath and rolled her lips, moving her jaw from side to side to get the feeling back in her face. The bottom of her tooth had cut into her upper lip from the woman's tight grip and her jaw had started to ache.

Lydia. That was her name. That was the name of the woman Eddie said kept sending him those strange messages. The woman that turned up at the station almost every day last week to try and talk to Eddie.

How did she know where they lived? Why was she here?

Eddie told her to leave him alone. (Y/n) had been around the side of the truck with Hen, but they both heard him tell her in the sternest voice (Y/n) had ever heard from her husband. He told Lydia she couldn't keep coming by the station and she had to stop trying to message him. He was happily married with a family, he wasn't interested in anything she wanted.

Even Bobby had gone and told Lydia she wasn't welcome by the station as she was causing a distraction and she didn't have a problem they could help with. She was getting in the way of the team by coming round every day and she was pestering his team which Bobby wouldn't tolerate.

"Why are you here?" (Y/n) kept her voice quiet, afraid to speak any louder and break the atmosphere or cause Lydia to fly into a fit of rage. One wrong word and the knife might be back against her skin again.

Moving her hands to her sides, (Y/n) pressed down on the sofa and slowly sat up and swung her legs over the side until her feet were firmly on the laminate floor. She could feel her fingers digging harshly into the edge of the sofa, scrunching the material up beneath her nails as her shoulders sagged forward and her eyes locked on Lydia.

She had been so intently focused on the knife and the fact that this crazed woman was in her house that she didn't realise two other people were here too.

Two men were stood in the doorway to the living room behind Lydia.

What was going on? What were they trying to do?

"To teach you a lesson."

"Me?" (Y/n) hated how fragile her voice sounded and she gritted her teeth together when Lydia only smiled at her pathetic voice.

So this wasn't a joke or a mistake. Lydia was intentionally here for (Y/n), not because she thought Eddie might come home soon or because she wanted to see him. She was here to hurt (Y/n), clearly. She was this hell bent on having Eddie to herself that she had found out where they lived and come to scare his wife.

"Yes, you. Little Mrs Diaz." She smiled as if this was something obvious that (Y/n) was just too silly to understand. "Because you've taken him from me. Eddie should be with me, but he's not, because of you. So I have to do something about that."

Unease washed over (Y/n) and she leaned back, clicking her spine into place as she tried to keep a distance between her and this unhinged woman. Her lip curled in anger when Lydia sat down on the coffee table, directly across from her. She could feel the knife pressing into the edge of her knee, tapping against her knee cap like some kind of silent warning or message.

"How did I take him from you?" (Y/n) looked between Lydia and the men behind her, hoping someone would see to reason. "He married me over a year ago, he's my husband. I haven't stolen him from you."

Why was it (Y/n)'s fault for marrying Eddie way before Lydia even laid her eyes on him? (Y/n) had been with Eddie for the past four years and she was his wife. She wasn't some stranger on the streets drawing Eddie away from Lydia like a mermaid drawing him to his death in the sea. This wasn't (Y/n)'s fault and surely the two men, whoever they were, could see that too.

Her words had the opposite effect she wanted on Lydia. They didn't help her to see reason, they only infuriated her even more.

"He can't be with me because you're here. So I need to take you out the equation." When the knife moved to press into her abdomen, (Y/n) felt all the blood drain down to her toes. "And them too."

"Do you think that's wise?" (Y/n) spoke before she could stop herself and she reached her hand out to curl around the blade. She didn't care at the sting in her palm when Lydia started to rotate the knife from side to side until it started to slice into her hand. She just wanted it away from her stomach.

"What?"

(Y/n)'s tongue darted out over her dry, chapped lips and her eyes kept glancing from the knife up to Lydia. "You know Eddie, you know him really well… do you think a family man like him would be okay with you hurting his child?"

It was worth a try. It was worth seeing if trying to talk on Lydia's wavelength would get her to calm down just a little. If she thought she knew Eddie as well as she did, then (Y/n) needed to appeal to that side of her. She knew (Y/n) was pregnant, she must have found that out from Eddie or from watching them when they were at the station.

And if she had observed Eddie that much, she would see how much his family meant to him. She must see that hurting the baby- not to mention hurting (Y/n)- was going to send Eddie over the edge. He wouldn't want anything happening to his family.

A spark of adrenaline fluttered to life in (Y/n)'s stomach when her phone started to ring.

It was Eddie.

He had impeccable timing, as if he had some sort of sixth sense for when (Y/n) needed him and knew just how to pick his moments.

(Y/n) let her eyes dart across to her phone that was resting beside Lydia's leg. She saw Eddie's picture light up her phone, the picture of him in his thin black vest, matching shorts and tinted sunglasses from when they took Chris to the beach last month. He had such a cheesy grin on his face and one leg crossed over the other as he sat down in the sand with a beer in hand.

Without wasting a second, (Y/n) lunged forward, letting go of the knife that was coated in her blood as a thin, superficial slash mark appeared on the palm of her hand.

She swiped the button before Lydia could stop her and she managed to click it onto loud speaker before she tossed the phone across the room so Lydia and her henchmen couldn't get to it.

"Eddie! Eddie help me!" She screamed as loudly as she could and thrust her elbow back into Lydia's stomach when she tried to grab her by the hair to stop her reaching her phone. "No- Eddie please!" His name tore from her lips like a banshee howl as (Y/n) landed on the floor with a loud bang when Lydia grabbed her ankle and yanked her back.

"Baby what's going on? Are you in trouble?"

His voice rang out through the air and caused both women to pause. (Y/n) could hear the panic in her husband's voice, but Lydia could hear that overwhelming, protective urge in his voice that wasn't directed at her, but at another.

And it angered her.

(Y/n) could feel the tears pooling in her eyes and falling down her face when one of the men latched his hand into her hair and yanked her up off the floor. Her fingers scratched behind her at his wrist and she tried to slam her heels down on his feet but she was barefoot. Without her work boots or any shoes with a thick bottom layer, she wasn't going to cause enough harm as she needed to get free.

"Christ (Y/n) talk to me! What's happening?" The utter confusion and paranoia in Eddie's voice was unmatched by anything else. He knew (Y/n) was at home, she had fallen asleep on their last phone call when she got home and it had only been an hour and a half since then.

Eddie couldn't think of a reason for (Y/n) to leave the house when she wasn't well and Chris was still in school. But any number of things could be happening. She could have hurt herself, become sicker, had complications with the baby. Anything could be wrong and she wasn't telling him.

The other man seemed to break free from his trance in the doorway and his gritty voice made (Y/n) shiver as he moved to pick up her phone from the floor.

"She's ours now."

She writhed against the man behind her and held her head up when the knife pressed back against her neck and Lydia stood in front of her, glaring into her soul.

The sound of Eddie's scream tore through the air and abruptly ended when the man cut the call.

At least she had gotten through to him. At least Eddie knew something was happening and he could make his way home to her now. (Y/n) wouldn't be alone with these creeps for very long before her husband came home.

"That was sneaky. Now Eddie knows me and my brothers are here… I'll just have to move things along."

(Y/n) dug her nails into the man's wrist behind her but she took a sharp breath when the knife moved from her throat, down to her stomach again. This wasn't fair. Why was she doing this? Surely she could see that this wasn't going to win Eddie over or put him in her favour. Harming his wife and unborn child was only going to set Eddie off into a rampage that wouldn't be stopped. This wasn't going to go in Lydia's favour, no matter what she thought.

She could see the annoyance that washed over Lydia's face when (Y/n)'s phone began to ring again and Eddie's face flashed up on the screen. She shook her head at her brother who declined the call, but (Y/n) knew that wasn't going to do anything.

Eddie wasn't going to stop calling. He had no idea what was happening to (Y/n) or who was in the house with her. He would call and call and wait until someone answered or he reached the house.

"No!" When the knife pressed into her side and started to tear through her shirt, (Y/n) brought her knee up as high as she could. She rammed her kneecap into Lydia's left hip and sent her doubling over with a cry as her leg spasmed from the swift blow.

She forced her elbow up until it clocked the man's chin behind her and he had no choice but to let go of her hair.

Her hands reached forward but she wasn't quick enough to block the knife. The palm of her left hand was already dribbling blood down her wrist and she gasped when the knife sliced through her shirt.

The wound was superficial, at least, it felt superficial. The blade slashed across her abdomen rather than piercing straight through and that was a lucky break. (Y/n) didn't want to lose her baby by getting stabbed in the abdomen.

She pressed her bloodied hand against her side and thrust her right arm out to push Lydia away from her. But (Y/n) didn't get further than the armchair before one of the men grabbed her and roughly tossed her to the floor. Her right side bashed into the floor and sent a jolt running up her arm and quivering through her chest.

Gasps left her chapped lips and stars floated in front of her eyes as she tried to steady her breathing and gather her senses.

"Get off! Stop-" Tears blurred (Y/n)'s vision when hands deadlocked around her throat and made her lungs burst like balloons in her chest when she couldn't breathe.

Every inch of her body started to quiver and shake as she balled her hands into fists and rammed them into his groin to make him let go.

Ragged breaths scraped past her teeth and her chest heaved as she shimmied herself so she was sitting up on the floor against the armchair. She brought her knees up to her chest, pinning protectively in front of her stomach to try and make her stomach less of a target.

"Stop! Just stop, please." (Y/n) held her hands out in front of her legs and pressed her forehead down into the top of her knees. She felt sick. Every part of her body was shaking. Her hand was throbbing from the cut and she could feel her shirt sticking to her abdomen from the flesh wound she'd received.

The last thing (Y/n) wanted to do was fight her way out the house when she wasn't in the best shape mentally or physically. She was sick and run down and now she was hurt. (Y/n) would wait. She would try and talk this out and wait patiently for Eddie to get home and help her. Surely he would have called the police or at least Athena by now so they would have help here soon.

Lydia tilted her head back and groaned before she snatched the phone from her brother's hand when it started to ring again.

She knelt down on the floor in front of (Y/n) and huffed, smirking awkwardly to herself when she saw Eddie's picture flash up on the screen.

"He won't stop calling. You should answer him, y… you'll make him angry." (Y/n) doubted Lydia would want Eddie to be angry, especially not with her. The best thing she could do was to answer Eddie, it would let him know (Y/n) was still okay and conscious and it would buy (Y/n) some time if he would talk to Lydia.

She might calm down if Eddie talked to her.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n), baby are you-"

"Hi Eddie."

"Lydia, what are you doing? Where's (Y/n)?" The strain was clear in Eddie's voice. He wasn't the least bit impressed to hear her voice instead of his wife. He wanted to talk to (Y/n). He wanted to know what was going on, why Lydia was there and if (Y/n) was okay because she had screamed. Eddie wasn't used to hearing her scream, at least not like that.

"Don't worry, she's here. For now." The smile on Lydia's face made (Y/n) shiver and she wrapped her arms around her knees to pull them tighter to her stomach.

"Put her on the phone. I wanna hear her tell me she's okay."

"I'm okay." (Y/n) spoke before Lydia could tell her not to. The last thing she wanted was Eddie going out his mind with worry. At least if he knew she was conscious and relatively okay, he wouldn't go into a panic attack.

"See, she's fine-"

"What the fuck are you doing at my house?" He wasn't in the mood for playing games.

Eddie knew (Y/n)'s voice and the different tones and he knew she was far from fine. She was or had been crying and her voice was shaky which meant she was scared. Eddie wouldn't stand for that. He was less than five minutes away from home and when he got there, he prayed (Y/n) would be okay because he didn't know what he would do if she wasn't.

When a man in a bar had cat-called (Y/n) and tried to touch her, Eddie broke his nose on the spot. Someone going as far as to hurt her would drive him wild.

"I'm getting rid of the problem, so you and I can be together. No loose ends to stop us or get in the way."

They both heard the quiet 'oh my God' that Eddie let out and it wasn't a good indicator.

(Y/n) watched the way Lydia's face fell. That wasn't the reaction she was hoping for. She wanted Eddie to thank her, to laugh and say how pleased he was or that this was what he secretly wanted. Lydia didn't want him to go off the rails for (Y/n). But part of her must have known that there was a big risk of Eddie reacting this way. She must have realised that Eddie might just fly off the handle at the thought of (Y/n) getting hurt.

She was his wife and Lydia had to see that Eddie loved her. He had done nothing to make her feel as though he loved her instead of (Y/n). Everything Eddie said and did showed how much he loved his wife.

"She's quite the screamer you know… especially when you cut her." Reaching forward, Lydia slashed the blade along (Y/n)'s left arm, catching her off guard and cutting deep enough to make (Y/n) whimper.

"Don't you dare!"

"Try me."

She hung up. She hung up on him. As if she had the right or the nerve to do that.

Eddie slammed his fist out into the window hard enough to make a crack appear in the glass as a scream tore at the back of his throat. Why was she doing this? Eddie hadn't done anything to lead her on or give her the wrong impression and (Y/n) had nothing to do with this.

He slammed his knuckles against the glass and then the steering wheel until he felt the skin splitting at the seams and a familiar stinging sensation flooding through his fingers.

Driving home from work had never taken so long and Eddie had never driven so carelessly before. He didn't usually cut the corners or fly past the speed limit and he didn't care how hazardous his parking was when he pulled up on the front, half on the grass verge in front of his house.

He stumbled out the door and ran up the path, banging his fist against the door when it didn't open and he had to search for his keys in his pocket. Of course the door would be locked. Why would they leave it open for him when they clearly chose to terrorise his wife when they knew he was at work.

"Eddie's home."

Hearing his name pass from Lydia's lips made Eddie cringe and he could feel his stomach churning at the thought of what he was about to walk into.

She sounded so serene and calm for someone who was clearly unhinged and unstable enough to cause such torment.

He didn't like what he saw.

He passed through the hall and stood in the doorway of the living room with his hands balled up into fists at his sides and tremors rattling through his muscles. (Y/n) was sat in the armchair near the sofa, both hands clenched tightly around her knees and her shoulders hunched forward. But she had her head tilted back as a man Eddie had never seen before was stood behind the chair with a knife held against her throat.

Eddie could see blood lathered across both (Y/n)'s hands and blood was smeared all up her left arm, but he couldn't see where it was coming from or where the wound was. And when he noticed her shirt was sticking to her abdomen with a thick line of blood down her left side, he could have screamed.

What had they done to her? Why did he leave her home alone? Why didn't he take the day off and stay home with her?

"You're home," Lydia repeated with a sickly sweet smile that made Eddie's jaw clench. "Why don't we go talk?"

"Why don't you let my wife leave?" His hands moved to his hips and his head tilted back as he looked down at her. His eyes followed her movements as she got up and moved to stand in front of him, and when she tried to reach out for him, he took a step back.

Eddie didn't want to be close to her. He didn't want to touch her in any way, he didn't want to be close enough to feel her breathing down his neck. All he wanted was to have (Y/n) safe and have these people out of their home.

He took the liberty of calling Athena on his way home and had been assured that officers would be at the house soon. They needed to hurry up.

"What for? I'm doing you a favour, this is for us-"

"No. You've hurt her enough and I'm not gonna let you do anything else to her." Eddie couldn't keep his eyes on Lydia, his attention kept drawing back to his wife. All he wanted to was run over to her and check that she was alright. He wanted to see why she was bleeding, what injuries she had and tend to them and take her to get checked out.

"That's not up to you." Lydia held her chin up defiantly and placed her hands on her hips, matching Eddie's stance.

But she wasn't expecting him to grab her by the throat.

His fingers squeezed tightly around her thin neck until all she could do was scrape small fragments of air past her lips. She dug her nails into his wrist but Eddie didn't feel the movement. He held tight enough to frighten her and to get the attention of the two men who clearly weren't expecting things to play out like this.

"Actually it is. You wanted my attention, now you have it. Tell your friends to wait outside." If she wanted Eddie to listen and play along, she had to go along with the rules he was setting in place.

He wasn't going to listen to her if she was threatening (Y/n) and he wasn't going to sit back and let her try and torture his wife or wind him up. As soon as the men were outside, Eddie could focus on (Y/n) and deal with Lydia easily. And the police should be here soon and they could arrest the two men if they were waiting outside like bait.

When Eddie let go of her neck, Lydia gulped for air and moved her hands to hold her neck as she stumbled on her back foot. But the message seemed to have gotten through to her because she nodded and pointed at the two men until they trudged through the hall.

She had gotten what she wanted. She had hurt (Y/n) like she set out to do and now she had Eddie's attention. That was what she wanted. She wanted Eddie and now she had him, just not in the way she was hoping for.

"Why would you do this?" Eddie had to ask.

He couldn't fathom how Lydia thought doing any of this was fine. How she thought she could constantly call and text him and show up at his place of work every day like a lost puppy and think he would be okay with this. He couldn't see how she thought attacking his family was going to magically make Eddie fall in love with her and want to be with her.

Surely she could see this was only going to make him feel the opposite and want to be as far away from her as possible.

"For us. She's a hindrance to us."

"She's my wife! The only problem here is you." Eddie didn't care for the way Lydia reeled back as if he'd slapped her. And he didn't care for the broken hearted expression she wore which only ignited his anger even further.

He barged his shoulder into hers and walked past her so he could go over to (Y/n). She needed his attention and he needed to find out whether she was okay or not.

A round of trembling set in (Y/n)'s body when Eddie knelt down in front of her. Her eyes followed him as he crouched down and slowly curled his hands over her knees to part her thighs. He spread her legs to either side and wedged himself between them so her knees were pressed into his chest and his hands raked over her thighs.

He trailed his fingertips across her thighs and worked his way up to her take her wrists. He pulled her hands closer to his face for inspection and his chest tightened when he saw the cut down the base of her left palm.

That was where most of the blood seemed to have come from.

When Eddie pulled her left arm closer, he tilted it at an angle and rolled his lips together at seeing another slash mark down the side of her arm just below her elbow. His thumb trailed across the mark which made (Y/n) shiver and wince and Eddie knew it was going to require stitches.

He could feel Lydia hovering close behind him, trying to look over his shoulder and see what he was doing but he didn't care. His attention would stay on (Y/n) until Lydia tried to say or do something that riled him up.

He scrunched the bottom of (Y/n)'s shirt in his hand and lifted it up and (Y/n) curled her fingers around Eddie's arm as she looked down to see how deep the cut was on her stomach.

It looked deeper than she first thought, but it didn't look worrying enough concerning the baby. She had had a shock today and a tumble, but (Y/n) was sure the baby was fine. She prayed the baby was okay. Her fingers tightened around Eddie's arm when he turned to look over his shoulder but both his hands stayed around (Y/n). He had his left hand now beneath her shirt on the middle of her back and his right hand was held protectively over her stomach.

"Did you do this?" Something told Eddie that Lydia had been the one to cause these marks on (Y/n), even though one of the men had been holding the knife against her when Eddie walked in.

"You should be with me. You saved me, we're supposed to be together and she's in the way of that. She needs to go."

Part of Eddie wished he hadn't saved her. A big part of him wished they hadn't gotten there in time or that Evan or Hen had been the ones to pull her up out of that balcony. He wished she didn't suddenly attach herself to him because now it had caused his wife to be harmed and Eddie couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't change what had happened and now he was going to be worrying about making sure this never happened again.

"She needs to go to hospital." Reaching his arms around, Eddie pressed both his hands down against (Y/n)'s back and slowly stood up, pulling (Y/n) up to her feet with him.

He needed to get her to a doctor and have her stitched up and checked over to make sure she was okay. He wasn't wasting anymore time here with someone as derranged as Lydia.

"No! You can't choose her over me!"

(Y/n) coiled her arms to her chest and let Eddie move her behind him. She reached one hand out to scrunch his shirt up in her fist and she leaned her head forward until her temple was pressed into the back of his shoulder. She felt his left arm reach behind him and clamp down on her hip, making sure she was safely behind him and out of reach of Lydia.

She heard him seethe "There was never a choice." before he started to mutter 'Out' under his breath as he nudged her backwards until she took the hint and moved towards the door.

(Y/n) flung the door open but her hands reached out for Eddie's arm when she felt a pair of hands grabbing her shoulders, pulling her out off the doorstep.

"Eddie-" She couldn't help but snap her eyes closed and she yanked hard on Eddie's arm, causing him to stumble over the threshold to try and keep up with her.

"Let her go!"

"They're good, they're safe let them go." Athena's voice cut through the air and she waved her hand over at Eddie and (Y/n).

The moment Eddie's hands grappled with her waist, (Y/n) flung herself forward into his chest and bound her arms around his torso. She pressed as deeply into him as she could until his arm wound around her waist and his hand tangled in her hair to keep her close. She could feel his lips mingling against the top of her head, burying in her hair and he tightened his hold on her when Lydia started to scream as she was apprehended.

"I've got you, mi amor. Shh, it's okay now."

***

"No- no get off me!" (Y/n) flung her left arm out and but her teeth punctured into her lower lip and a quiet mewl burned at the back of her throat when her arm ignited in pain and she felt the wound stretch.

Her hand moved to cradle her arm that she brought against her chest and she moved two steps back until she was stood near the window. "I need to assess you-"

"Eddie, please…" (Y/n) felt blood welling up on her tongue from her lip when she bit down harder.

Her eyes cast over to her husband stood near the door. He looked very casual, leaning his shoulders back against the wall with his arms folded over his chest and one leg crossed over the other.

She didn't want the nurse to touch her. (Y/n) had had enough of being a spectacle today. She had been forced to sit and wait in the truck this morning on their call and have the whole team stare at her like she was incapable of doing her job. Then she had been pushed down and stabbed and frightened and hurt. The last thing she needed was another stranger prodding and assessing her when Eddie could do it just fine.

The first doctor told Eddie he couldn't tend to (Y/n)'s wounds because he wasn't a doctor and he didn't work here. But they weren't going to have a choice if (Y/n) didn't let anyone else touch her.

Eddie pushed off the wall when the nurse looked at him with pleading eyes and a sigh. She would let him do his job as a medic if it would help (Y/n).

They switched places. The nurse stood near the door, staying around to help and grab the equipment but letting Eddie take the lead. When he silently pointed at the bed, (Y/n) trailed back over and slowly sat back down on the bed. She parted her legs to the side when Eddie grabbed a stool and sat down between her knees so he could check her injuries.

He began to hum as he dabbed the wet cotton swabs against (Y/n)'s left palm and then down her arm to clean away the dried blood and see how deep the wounds were.

"Do I need stitches?"

"You do no your arm, mi amor. Will you let me do it, please?"

(Y/n) nodded. She would let Eddie do anything. He was the only one who could look after her when she was ill and they both knew it.

"Let's sort your hand first," He cleaned the wound with antiseptic and took the suture strips the nurse had already laid out on the side table next to the bed.

Eddie held (Y/n)'s wrist tightly when she winced and her hand trembled, but she tried her best to stay still as he stuck four strips over the wound to hold it together tightly. Her hand wound wasn't too deep, small strips would be enough to hold the skin together and he would bandage it to make sure it stayed clean and didn't get infected.

But her arm needed proper stitches and although Eddie wasn't strictly supposed to do them since they were now in the hospital, he would have to because the nurse wasn't getting anywhere.

"This is gonna hurt, try and hold still for me."

Eddie took the needle the nurse handed out to him that would numb (Y/n)'s arm enough for him to stitch it back together.

(Y/n) tilted her head back and snapped her eyes closed, groaning when the needle pressed into the crease of her elbow. A quiet whimper bubbled past her lips when Eddie cleaned the wound again before he got the stitches ready which the nurse hovered by to watch. But Eddie knew what he was doing. He had been in the army, he had stitched people up on the move while snipers aimed at them and bombs went off in the background.

He had stitched a comrad up in the back of a helicopter before with a steady hand and the neatest stitches he had ever done. Eddie could do this, no problem.

He hated the way (Y/n) groaned and slammed her free hand down into the bed when he slipped the needle through her skin and started the stitching. He knew she had never had to have stitches before. Broken bones was the only thing (Y/n) had experienced and now she was being stitched up when she wouldn't have needed to be if Lydia didn't get involved.

Eight stitches later and (Y/n) felt like she was going to pass out. The sight of those tiny dark blue threads in her arm made her eyes water and she was grateful when Eddie rolled two lots of bandages around her arm and down her wrist. From her elbow to the base of her fingers, her arm was covered in white bandage roll and secured with medical tape to make sure it stayed tight and in place.

"Lift up your shirt, mi amor." Eddie shuffled closer until his knees pressed into the edge of the bed and he gratefully took the cotton swabs the nurse handed over to him.

"Please don't tell me I need more stitches," Her voice came out meek and quiet but she felt a wave of relief when Eddie leaned forward and kissed her stomach.

"No, baby. No more stitches." It was just a flesh wound and Eddie couldn't have been more grateful. That meant there was less chance of having any complications or problems with the baby. He applied some more suture strips across her stomach just to make sure it would heal properly and he knew the nurse would give (Y/n) some antibiotics to take home. The last thing she needed was to get an infection from whatever knife had been used to cut her.

"Can I do a sonogram? Once we know the baby is okay, you can be cleared and sent home."

Eddie snapped off the latex gloves and tossed them in the bin before he wheeled the stool to the side so he wasn't in the way. He watched (Y/n) lift her legs up onto the bed and she shuffled higher until she was sat up and she tucked her shirt into her bra to keep it out the way.

She had only just had her latest sonogram last week, but at least this would clear the worries from their minds. And Eddie would get to see the sonogram this time.

Her hand reached out at her side until Eddie took the hint and tangled their fingers together. He brought their entwined hands up so he could kiss the back of her hand and he stood up, keeping as close to the side of the bed as he could.

His eyes focused on the screen but he didn't miss the way (Y/n) moved her other hand to her mouth and started to bite down on her nail out of nervous habit.

"All looks good, no loss of fluid, placenta and baby are in place… and there's the heartbeat."

That noise was like music to their ears and (Y/n) closed her eyes and tilted her head back. The baby was okay. Nothing had gone wrong or caused any problems. The baby was exactly where they should be and they were fine, the heartbeat proved that much. (Y/n) felt her lips curving up into a smile when Eddie leaned down to kiss the top of her head.

"There's our baby."

[standfucker]

Hello!! I've been thinking about an AFAB reader in the straw hat crew who dresses as a man. Short hair and masculine clothes that cover her up. She doesn't want people treating her differently or going easy on her in fights because of her gender hence her constant charade. Because of this the crew doesn't know that she is actually woman. I'd like to request drabbles of how Zoro, Sanji, And Luffy would react when finding out and where they would. Also, SFW please!

This was fun! ^^ Thanks for submitting a request! I tried to keep these a consistent length and failed. Each one ended up longer than the last... I'll have to keep trying harder to pace myself.

Discovering Your Secret - Monster Trio

CW: chest binding, canon-typical violence, injury (not described in detail), gun violence, battle trauma, nudity, awkwardness

Luffy

Group bathing was one bonding activity on the Sunny that you had to miss out on. Shyness wasn’t like you, but the guys chalked it up to a weird personality quirk and long since stopped questioning it. Some people liked their privacy, no big deal. Really, it was never a problem until Luffy barged into the bathroom one day while you were soaking, the door swinging open so hard it bounced back shut behind him.

You tried to shout that the bathroom was occupied, but it was drowned out by Luffy’s own yell of “GUM GUM CANNONBALL!” The next thing you knew, Luffy had somehow launched himself out of his clothes and into the tub, making a massive splash that took out half the water. It was only by sheer luck that he didn’t collide with you. 

Instantly you sank down low into the remaining water so only your head was above the surface. The clear water offered no protection, however, so you had to cover your chest and cross your legs. Embarrassment and panicky fear were rotten feelings to have when you had just gotten relaxed, and you found yourself getting angry on top of it all. This was such a stupid way to be found out, and it was only because your captain lacked any self-awareness.

Luffy came up with a laugh, then opened his eyes and blinked at you for a second. “Oh, hey!” he said, oblivious to your stress. “I didn’t know you were in here! Robin told me she just drew a bath, so I came in. Didn’t hear the rest of what she said–I guess she drew it for you! Shi shi shi.”

You stared at him, open-mouthed, too stunned to speak right away.

Luffy’s brows raised when you didn’t respond. “Oh, that’s right, you don’t like to bathe with others. Sorry!” “Luffy?” you tried, but he kept talking.

”Well, I’m here now, so we might as well share! We can wash each other’s backs.”

”Luffy.”

”What are you so shy for, anyway? You look fine to me.”

”Luffy!” you snapped.

”What?”

”Get out!”

”But I’m already wet!” he complained, and you mentally screamed at his stubbornness.

”Then I’ll get out! But you have to look away!” you barely managed to keep from yelling at him, trying not to lose your cool lest he get suspicious.

Luffy pursed his lips. “Fine, sheesh. I won’t look.”

He turned his head away. You hesitated, then quickly stood up and made to leave. You took one step onto the tub–and immediately slipped, thanks to the water Luffy splashed there a moment ago. A yelp left you as you fell fast.

”Y/N!” Right before you hit the tub, Luffy’s arms shot out and wrapped around you, pulling you safely back inside. “That was close!”

You froze in place, heart in your throat both from the fall and from your new position. Luffy’s arms were wrapped around your torso. He could clearly feel your chest against his rubbery arms. You gaped at him, wide-eyed in shock. Luffy smiled. Then he squeezed you again and frowned. Slowly, he looked down at your chest, then down even further.

”WHAT?!” Luffy yelled in shock, his eyes bugging out. “Y/N got attacked by Iva?! But when did you meet him?!”

You facepalmed hard.You’d heard about Ivankov through Luffy’s stories, so you had an idea of what he was talking about. But he missed the mark so hard it was astonishing.

Luffy quickly unwound his arms from around you and covered his face, stammering. “I’m sorry, Y/N! I had no idea!”  

Even though your own face was hot, you couldn’t help but start to laugh, though it was a bit nervous. As you carefully exited the tub, toweling off and pulling on a robe, you contemplated letting Luffy go on believing you were attacked by Iva. But then you would have to make up a story about meeting him, and lying to your bright-eyed captain seemed wrong. He meant well, after all.

Maybe this whole charade was unfair to him. Luffy couldn’t hold onto a secret to save his life anyway, so once he knew, the whole crew would know too. Still…though it would be a big change for you, it would be one less thing to worry about…

You draped your towel along the edge of the tub and perched on it, crossing your arms. “What did we learn about respecting people’s privacy?”

”I’m sorry,” Luffy said, peeking through his fingers before lowering his hands. “I didn’t know you had a reason…I won’t do it again! But when did you cross paths with Iva? During the two years I was away?”

”No, Luffy. I’ve never met Ivankov.” You took a deep breath, steeling yourself. “I’ve been a girl this whole time. I was just pretending to be male.”

”Whaaat!? Really?” Luffy’s eyes bugged out at you again. “But why?”

You did your best to explain your reasons. Luffy only seemed to grow more confused as you went on, crossing his arms and tilting his head.

”I don’t get it. Nami and Robin are strong,” he said.

“Never said they weren’t,” you replied patiently. “But Nami and Robin get underestimated constantly. Maybe they’re used to it, but I can’t stomach the idea. It’s insulting.”

“Hmm…” Luffy thought for a second. “Does this mean we can’t wrestle anymore?”

“Of course we can! The whole point is that I don’t want you to treat me differently!”

“Oh… Oh! I see!” Luffy said, his eyes lighting up with realization. “Okay then! I’ll whoop your butt like normal!”

A warm feeling filled your chest, and you smiled. Now he was catching on, and he didn’t seem to mind. The relief was almost dizzying.

You asked Luffy to try to keep it a secret for now.

He lasted about three weeks, until he asked you one day, point-blank in front of the others: “Hey, Y/N? Where do your boobs go when you get dressed?”

Zoro

“Behind you!”

Zoro’s shout made you whirl around, raising your weapon, but your opponent was already on the downswing. Their sword cut your chest open from clavicle to rib. Pain sizzled out from the gash, hot and burning, but in addition to that, you could feel that your binder was damaged, freeing your breasts. You grit your teeth through the pain and managed to strike your foe down. Then you hunched over yourself, arms crossed over your chest, quivering. The warm blood on your arms told you this one might be serious, but despite the wound, all that was on your mind was getting found out.

Zoro rushed to your side, mowing down foes as he went until he was there. “Did they get you? Let me see.” But you shook your head. “Let me see!” he insisted, an edge of panic to his voice as blood dripped onto the ground below you.

You looked up at him with visible fear, which he misunderstood. “You’re going to be okay, but you have got to let me see.”

Shaking, you lowered your arms, revealing your wound and your secret all at once.

Zoro’s eyes widened, momentarily speechless. Then he snapped out of it, hurriedly taking off his shirt and wrapping it around your torso. He picked you up, one arm supporting your bottom while the other tucked you against his chest to hide your front. You pressed your face into his shoulder, discomposed from the shock of the injury and from the sudden reveal.

What would he think of you now? All the times you arm wrestled, all the times you sparred, all the drinking contests and shared conversations and shared fights–would you never experience them again? You kept asking yourself those questions as Zoro took you out of the slowing battle.

Chopper was shocked, but promised to keep your secret. However, after he found out that you’d been binding your chest with bandages almost 24-7, he scolded you harshly, going on about how you could permanently damage your body.

At your request, Zoro’s the only one Chopper let visit you in the ship’s infirmary. For a while, Zoro didn’t say anything, just stared at your bandaged chest with an unreadable expression.

“I wanted you to respect me,” you said, breaking the silence. He didn’t respond. “I could never be your equal otherwise. Please understand.”

Zoro looked down at you and gave a heavy sigh, eyes distant for a moment. “...You remind me of someone I used to know.” He sat on the edge of your bed, some softness to his gaze now. “I get it. I get why you hid this. But you’re an idiot.”

”I know. I let myself get hurt.”

”No, dummy. Because you treated the crew like we wouldn’t understand. You didn’t trust us. It makes sense in the beginning, but after all these years?” He frowned at you, and you realize that deep down, he was hurt.

”I didn’t want anything to change between us.” You looked away, ashamed. “Between you and me.”

”It doesn’t have to.”

”You don’t like to fight women.”

Zoro grimaced at the accusation, knowing you’re right. The infirmary was quiet for a minute.

”I’m sorry,” Zoro finally said. “I’ll…I’ll do better. Nothing has to change.” He paused, and offered up a smirk. “After all, I go easy on you anyways.”

You feel yourself tear up at his acceptance, and grinned back at him. “Once I heal up, I’ll make you regret that.” You paused, face falling. “You won’t tell anyone, right? I don’t want Sanji to…you know.”

“Yeah.” Zoro made a face at the cook’s name. ”It’ll stay between the three of us,” he promised. “I still think you should tell them, but it’s not my secret to share.”

”Maybe in time. I’ll have to think about it,” you said, and he nodded.

Zoro held out his hand. You clasped it in a big swing, grimacing when it made your wound sting, and squeezed as tightly as you could.

“You don’t have to prove anything to me,” Zoro said, squeezing back. “Okay? We’re still buds.”

”Okay.” Again, you felt the tears threatening to spill.

”But if you cry, I’ll make fun of you.”

”Shut up!”

Once Zoro realizes you were hindered by the binder for all of your matches against him, he got fired up. All the times he won, you had a handicap–it wasn’t a fair match, he decided. However, there wasn’t really a place on the ship where you could take it off in front of others, so he was forced to remain undecided on the topic of which one of you is stronger.

It wasn’t until you revealed your secret to the others that you and Zoro finally got to have a proper, no-holds-barred sparring session. True to his word, he didn’t hold back, too battle-hungry to care if he touched your chest when you wrestled or exchanged blows. (Sanji snarled in the background, but neither of you were paying him any attention.)

As it turned out, when you let your aching ribs heal and could breathe properly, you were far better than you were before. You ended up almost defeating the swordsman, and he was so proud of you that he threw an arm around your shoulders and noogied your head until you were certain he left track marks in your skull. “That’s my girl!”

Sanji

The impact of your sword against your opponent’s knocked the weapons out of the both of your hands. Undeterred, you dashed forward to take them on barehanded, confident in your unarmed strength. Right as you reached them, they drew a hidden flintlock from their back belt, and touched the muzzle to your forehead.

You froze. The battlefield seemed to fade away, nothing solid or corporeal except for the gun to your head. You couldn’t hear anything but the blood rushing in your ears, feel anything but the cold steel pressed to your skull. Everything rushed through your head in one synaptic burst, a thousand million thoughts of how soon, how final this was. All the years of adventure, ending here. One slip-up. You were going to die.

You couldn’t even feel regret. Just the sensation of your heart beating as if it was in every blood vessel. You didn’t hear the call of your name, nor the shouted “Diable Jambe!”

In the time it took for your opponent to squeeze his trigger finger, Sanji appeared seemingly out of nowhere and kicked the guy’s hand so hard you saw it break. The gun fired into the ground a few feet away from you, and with another burning kick, Sanji knocked him out.

You were in shock, standing there unharmed, but useless. Sanji took notice, calling for you again. When you didn’t respond, he rushed to you and grabbed your shoulders, shaking you hard. “Get it together! We still need you!”

Suddenly the sound, the sensation, everything came rushing back, hitting you all at once. You blinked, glanced at the surrounding battle, then at Sanji’s tense expression.

“Y/N!”

“I’m okay!” you said. “T-Thanks. I’m okay.” With that, you rushed for your fallen sword, ready to rejoin the battle.

It wasn’t your first brush with death, but this one rattled you worse than the others. After the battle you dwelled on it constantly, thinking back to that moment and breaking out into a cold sweat even though you’d just cleaned up. You couldn’t think about anything else, focus on anything going on around you. You skipped dinner, stomach too upset to eat, and were barely able to sleep despite your exhaustion from the day’s battle. You skipped breakfast the following day, and only around lunchtime did your mind seem to catch up to your body. You watched Luffy and the crew mess around, playing and laughing and arguing, and suddenly you realized that you almost lost this forever. Immediately, the urge to cry overtook you with tremendous force. You hurried through the ship’s interior, shoved yourself into a corner, and sobbed into your hands.

Dead. Oh god, you were almost dead. How was it that easy? All the strength you had worked so hard to build, meaningless. How could you have been so overconfident? How could you have let yourself lose so easily? Had Sanji not been there, you would have been gone. Gone.

The tears ran hot down your cheeks, and you bit your tongue to keep from being loud. It could have gone so much worse. Sanji was dependable, but tended to keep his eye on the girls during fights. He only saved you because you were close by. It was sheer luck that he saved you. Only luck.

“Y/N!”

Sanji’s call of your name made you go quiet. You resisted the urge to sniffle, even as your nose ran. If he found you…it wouldn’t be the end of the world, but you’d rather not be caught crying. You spent years building the image of the stoic, masculine fighter, and would prefer to keep up that appearance. Sanji called you again, closer this time, and you cleared your throat.

“Yeah?” you called out.

“Lunch is ready, so hurry on down,” he announced from the doorway, just out of your vision.

It took you a minute to gather yourself, but after washing your face and regulating your breathing, you were ready to rejoin the group once more.

In the weeks following, you dealt with your shock and processed it the best that you could. Eventually you started sleeping better again, your appetite returned, and life seemed to go on as normal…except for one thing: Sanji. He started acting strangely when he was nearby.

It started off small. He was far more pleasant around you than he normally was. Not that you and Sanji held animosity toward each other, but usually he treated you like another male: friendly enough if you weren’t Zoro, but not to this degree. He never really brightened up at the sight of you before. Nor did he ask for your opinion in his upcoming meal plan for the week. At first you chalked it up to him noticing your earlier distress somehow, but after you got better, he kept on acting saccharine.

One day, he brought you a drink. Not served you at the table with everyone else, but went out of his way to bring it to where you were sunbathing on the deck. You could only stare at him until he awkwardly left it by your side, stammered something about the heat, and then left.

Incidents like that kept happening, usually out of sight of the other crewmates, but not always. The others started picking up on it too. At one point, Sanji brought Robin, Nami, and Chopper slices of cake–and then brought you a plate as well. That time, everyone’s eyes were on him, but Sanji pretended like nothing was off.

When he chirped “Hi, Y/N-chan,” to you as he passed by you in the hall, you had enough. You grabbed him and shoved him against the wall, hard. He immediately knew he messed up, but despite your fingers fisted in his collar and your murderous expression, he only flushed red.

“What are you doing?” you hissed.

“I–I’m–” Sanji stammered. Blood started to run from one of his nostrils.

“Why are you acting like this?” you demanded. “Being all sappy and disgusting to me. Who do you think I am?”

“I–I’m sorry,” Sanji tried. You grit your teeth, beginning to fear the worst.

“Did you lose all respect for me when you saved my life?” you asked bluntly.

“Of course not! I think highly of you.”

“Too much so, don’t you think?” you had to struggle not to shout. “Is this because you heard me crying last month?”

Sanji shut his mouth, glancing aside and giving away the answer. He nodded.

“Am I weak to you or something?”

“No, that’s not it–” he tried, but you pulled him away from the wall and slammed him back into it.

“I don’t understand! You’re too soft with me. Why are you treating me so nicely?”

“Because you’re a woman, and women deserve the best.” He said it unflinchingly and with conviction, looking right back into your eyes.

The answer was obvious, but a part of you still hoped it was something else, hoped that because he didn’t go overboard with his affections that he didn’t know. Your grip on his collar weakened and gave away along with your hopes, hands hanging limply at your sides.

“When did you find out?” you asked quietly. “Or should I say, how?”

“I saw you crying.” Sanji pulled out a handkerchief, wiping his nose.

“So?”

“You may look and act like a man…but a woman’s tears leave no room for doubts.”

You stared at him in disbelief. Unfair. That’s what this was. Just unfair. Because after all those years living as a male, you got found out because of Sanji’s freakish sixth sense for women. Your sigh was heavy, and you had to rest your head in your hand for a moment.

“Okay, well, we need to set some things straight. You can’t keep slipping up around me, or the others will find out. They already suspect something’s up.”

“I'm trying!” Sanji retorted. “I knew you were hiding it for some reason, so I tried to keep myself in check! Do you know how hard it’s been?”

“How hard it’s been?” You wanted to punch him. “You have no idea what I go through every day just to keep up appearances! Just to earn the regard I deserve! Why couldn't you respect me as a man?”

“I don't respect men.”

“Ugh!” You punched the wall by his head instead. Sanji didn’t flinch. “You have to take me seriously.”

“I am!”

“We can’t keep going like this.” You bit your lip in frustration, trying to think of a solution. Maybe you could use his weird complex around women to your advantage, if he would just stop giving it away. “Okay, listen. Sanji. If you really want to do me a favor, the best thing you can do is help me keep my secret. That means whenever you have the urge to treat me like a girl, you nip it in the bud. Can you do that?”

“I…I’ll try.” Sanji went to take your hand, but you yanked it away.

“This is exactly what I’m talking about! You can’t be so familiar.”

“I’m sorry. It’s hard! I–I want to treat you right. I want to be close to you.”

“I want to be close to you to,” you admitted, surprising yourself. “But I. I’d… I’d rather hold onto my secret.”

He looked hurt, which sent a cold pang of guilt into your stomach. Reaching out, you patted his shoulder. “I’m depending on you, do you understand?”

Sanji took in your expression–serious, worried, uncertain–and nodded. The hand that reached for yours instead went over his heart. “I promise,” he said, “I will do everything I can to help keep your secret.”

The talk with Sanji helped massively, fixing his odd behavior around you for the most part. There was one thing he couldn’t give up, and that was giving you a nickname. He called you something in French–“mon petit chou,” he would say–but as it was foreign, you figured it was safe to use around the crew, and let it slide.

It was only a few months later that you learned Robin was fluent in French.

[kesujo]

Other Plans - Part 3 of 3

Link to part 2 here.

Something warm was on my lips. It was moving against my mouth, as if it were trying to get a response from me. It felt good, so I did respond, moving in synch with it.

"Mmm," I heard a hum of satisfaction. I felt something wet move against my lips, so I granted it entrance. Just then, I realized what was happening.

"Mm!" I mumbled in surprise as Taeyeon's tongue invaded my mouth. I tried to move my hands, but they were still handcuffed to the bedpost above my head.

Her tongue immediately pinned mine down, and was now using the opportunity to explore my mouth. After struggling with the handcuffs for a bit, I realized that I wasn't about to escape them and instead focused on trying to force her tongue out of my mouth.

It was at this time that Taeyeon started to use her hips and grinded against mine. I squirmed, trying to hold back a moan building up in my throat.

I felt her hands grasp my head, preventing my head from moving from side to side. Only then did I realize I could have done that. I groaned in disappointment.

I started another tongue battle with her, but quickly lost, especially with the aided distraction of her grinding against me; recognizing defeat, I stopped resistance and let her do whatever she wanted.

Fortunately, she pulled away not long after, leaving a trail of saliva connecting our lips, which thinned out and disappeared. I took a desperately needed, long, deep breath before speaking. "Tae--" but I was cut off as she attacked my lips again. "MmmM," I whined in disappointment, feeling her tongue invading my mouth again. I began to try and fend her off, but she quickly pinned my tongue and continued forward, also starting to grind against me again. I started to squirm, doing my best to make it harder for her to continue so maybe she would eventually give up.

Right as I began doing so, I felt a pair of hands trap my body against the bed, pinning them in place. Jessi, my brain immediately deduced. I let out a groan of disappointment that quickly turned into a moan as she began to rub her breasts against my chest as well. I tried to move something, any part of my body, but found I was unable to. Am I being raped? Since when did girls rape guys?

I felt my little friend poke Taeyeon's leg. I mentally facepalmed myself in embarrassment; Taeyeon just smiled against my lips and peeled her lips off mine, sliding down my body a little. I shivered at the feeling of her soft skin gliding against mine.

Unlike in the scene we just shot, there was no foreplay; right when she got close, she closed the remaining distance quickly. "Un," I moaned, the slick walls pulsating around my member. Since Taeyeon's legs had already trapped mine, I had no chance of escape, which I definitely would have taken, by the way.

"Ohhh," I heard Taeyeon moan in satisfaction, sliding up and down my member, causing the slick walls to rub against my member. The sensation created an overwhelming sense of pleasure.

"Mmm," I moaned softly. I closed my eyes, resting my head back onto the pillow, unable to contain myself anymore. I felt a soft pair of lips land on mine, massaging my own. I tried to escape her, but her hands once again held my head in place, so I had no choice but to accept it, eventually letting her tongue to slip into my mouth again.

I felt Jessi releasing her grip on my body. Right as I noticed this, Taeyeon started to move her hips in a circular motion while still sliding up and down my shaft. The friction created in this action caused Taeyeon to moan in my mouth, pushing her tongue deeper into me.

"Wow, that's so hot," I heard Jessi comment on the side. Before I could tell her to shut up, Taeyeon suddenly increased her pace, causing me to groan in surprise.

She detached her mouth from mine and hovered her head about a foot above me. "T-Taeyeon, st-stop..." I tried to tell her, stuttering from the buildup moans forced down my throat. I opened my eyes and looked at her: her mouth was half open, tongue almost out of her mouth; her eyes were halfway closed, her whole chest heaving with each deep, but quick, breath she took.

She ignored me and continued riding me. "Uhhh, you're so big..." she moaned lustfully, getting up to sit on me. She started to use her hands to play with her own breasts, palming the silky skin, pinching and flicking her nipples. "Oh god, Alex..." her eyes were closed, head thrown back in ecstasy.

"W-Why...?" I panted, finally able to ask the question that was bugging me the whole time.

"So big..." she moaned, almost in response. "Oohhh my god, sooo good..."

"You guys are getting me really horny," I heard Jessi say, on my side. "That's not fair," she continued, whining.

"Y-You'll have your ch-chance in our sh-shooting..--oh god yes, yes o-oh," she told her, voice drawing out to an elongated moan. I felt the now familiar pressure build up in my lower region.

Taeyeon seemed to also be near, as she added another sudden burst in speed and force. "Hn!" I moaned in surprise, her walls tightening around my member. However, this did not slow her down as she continued to ram down with so much force that I could hear the bed shake slightly.

"Ung...ung..." she panted, hands placed on my hips for more leverage as she bounced up and down, breasts bouncing with her.

I felt the pressure accumulate in my shaft. "Taeyeon, I--un!" I groaned, the pressure, unable to be contained, released as I shot my load into her, shivering as I emptied myself out.

"Al--I'm close I'm close oh god--UNG!" she screamed, giving one final thrust downwards before collapsing on my body, shivering as her warm juices covered my shaft and ran down her leg. She rested her head in my neck again before intertwining our legs.

"I...pull out...?" I panted.

"No," she responded, tightening her grip on my legs, pushing my member deeper into her. "Ung," she moaned in response.

"H-Hey..." I panted, trying to shake her off. "We can't ... just sleep like this..." I tried to reason with her, still out of breath, while trying to get used to the feeling of Taeyeon's pulsating walls around my shaft.

"Why not?" she answered, having recovered more quickly than me. She pressed her mouth against my neck, snuggling in with me.

I opened my mouth to answer, but realized that I didn't have a response. My mind drew blanks as I searched for a reasonable response, but couldn't find one, so I shut my mouth.

Content with my silence, she smiled against my neck. "Now sleep," she told me.

"Do I honestly just have to masturbate then?" I heard Jessi whine. My eyes widened in shock, followed by my jaw dropping when I heard her sigh, and the sound of a soft slick and a moan. I shut my eyes tight and tried to ignore the sounds Jessi was giving off, but the simple act of hearing her moan started to turn me on, once again exciting my little friend. I felt Taeyeon smile against my neck, but I ignored it with a flushed face. Jessi cannot be doing this right now, I thought in disbelief.

"Oh, Jinnie..." she moaned, causing my ears to perk up. "Jinnieeee, oooohhhh..." she moaned my name once again. Wait, I wasn't doing anything though. "Yeah, right there Jinnie ung..." then, it clicked. She was masturbating to me.

I flushed even more and buried my head in Taeyeon's hair. "Yes yes oh god yes," she moaned again, her breath becoming ragged and more frequent. "Fuck, you're so good Jinnie."

And here I thought I knew everything there was to know about Jessi. Sometimes, she was a bit of a pervert, but most of the time, she was cute, adorable, and innocent. Well, at least around me; it was probably the same with most people, but I know quite a few people who are scared of her, for some reason. Anyways, today totally blew away all my images of innocent Jessi; not only have I seen her horny, had sex with her, and recorded a porno with her, I just heard her masturbate right next to me.

"Un! Oh god! I'm--AHH!" she screamed. Her spasm shook the bed covers a little. I breathed a sigh of relief, releasing the pressure I was putting on my eyes to shut them tight. However, my relief was short lived as I suddenly felt Jessi kiss my sensitive spot.

"H--" she cut me off by shoving her hand, covered with her own fluid, into my mouth. I let out a surprised sound as my tongue, having nowhere else to go, touched the sticky fluid.

"Can you lick it off for me?" she asked in her cute voice. Was she honestly using aegyo to ask me to lick cum off her hand? I tried to ignore how out of place everything was and licked it off her hands, having no other alternative anyways.

After a few more times, she finally stopped and cuddled up next to me, or as much as she could with Taeyeon on top of me. I eventually fell back asleep, even with the feeling of my shaft inside Taeyeon.

I woke up briefly to something being poured into my mouth. "Wh-what is that?" I asked groggily.

"Oh, you woke up," I heard Jessi say. She was feeding me something. I felt the spoon enter my mouth again, a liquid being poured into my mouth. I obediently swallowed.

Wait...it couldn't be... "Jessi, this isn't that kind of--" she cut me off by feeding me the liquid again. I obediently swallowed again, for some reason. "Wait--" but she interrupted me again.

She started giggling. I immediately remembered our 'date' at the sushi restaurant. "Hey--!" but she fed me another spoonful. I sighed and closed my mouth.

"Ok, done!" she told me happily. "And to answer your question, yes it is." I had expected myself to react with disgust, but no such emotion came up. "We can go back to sleep now," she told me, cuddling up with me again. "We have about another hour."

I nodded and closed my eyes again, noting that Taeyeon still had my legs stubbornly locked with her's. I drifted back to sleep.

Soon afterwards, I felt Taeyeon stirring. I opened my eyes to see that Taeyeon finally decided to take herself off of me. "Hey Al--oh you're awake," she said, smiling as she turned to wake up Jessi. "Sica, time to wake up~" she lightly shook her shoulders.

Jessi's eyes gradually opened. "Ok..." she said, bringing her arms out to stretch, yawning simultaneously. After rubbing her eyes a few times, she jumped off the bed. I immediately averted my eyes, realizing that we were all still naked.

I felt my handcuffs finally loosen. When Taeyeon unlocked them, I sat up and brought my hands level with my eyes, rubbing them. Jessi saw this and sat on the bed again, facing me. "Aw, does it need a kiss?"

I smiled. "Yes please," I told her. She smiled back and took my wrists, kissing them tenderly.

"There, all better," she said happily, releasing my wrists. Surprisingly, right after that, it did feel better.

"Clothes are right here by the way," Taeyeon told us. I looked over to her; she was pointing to two chairs, on them, neatly folded clothes.

We got dressed and headed to the same room. It had completely transformed, though.

Instead of looking like the cheesy high school classroom it used to, it looked like your average bedroom. Right as you walked in, you saw a working desk, with a swiveling chair in front, equipped with three cabinets on the right and three small shelves above those cabinets, a PC to the left of those shelves. The shelves were filled with books, pencils, notebooks, any school supplies you would need.

On the right, instead of the blackboard behind the teacher's desk, there was a poster of a popular Korean band, Girls' Generation, posing with huge smiles in clothes from the Gee era.

To the left was a portable closet, partially covering up the view of the bed. Above the bed were three bedposts: two on the sides, and one on the middle: these bedposts decorated three shelves just above the bed. Two bedposts stood on the bottom corners of the bed, as well.

The bed itself was quite big; at least king size. The blankets were pure white, which was contradicting in my mind since white usually was associated with purity and innocence. Then, I once again realized what I was about to do: no, I still wasn't used to it. I mean, who would, if one day, your best friend drags you to someplace and tells you that you're going to be featured in the shooting of a porno?

Taeyeon walked towards the nightstand, holding two cabinets below, and indicated Jessi to do the same to the other nightstand identical to it. It was tan colored, drawers dyed brown, and obviously made of wood. "Ok Alex," Taeyeon said, turning around. "You're going to start outside, and after a while, I'm going in the closet," she motioned towards the portable closet. How did I know it was portable? Well, you couldn't just erect a room inside another one within three hours. "And outside in the hall, there's a little light. It'll flash 20 times, then five times, more quickly. When it starts to flash quickly, you want to get ready to come in; and remember, you're totally clueless."

I nodded as solemnly as I could. I displayed a pretty good poker face, but inside, I was feeling adrenaline being injected into my blood. I was getting nervous again, anxiety building up in my stomach. "And how many times you mess up may or may not dictate how many times I'll punish you for it," Taeyeon added, giving me a very suggestive wink.

I gulped. Ok, I have to get this right the first time, I told myself. If I don't, I'm screwed ... literally.

"Oh, and remember: be casual when you walk in. You don't know what's happening, so when you see Jessi, start panicking," Taeyeon told me. I nodded.

"Ok, you guys will start in about a minute. Alex, you should start heading outside the room," Tiffany's voice said over the intercom.

I nodded, as if she could see me, and walked out. I heard Jessi and Taeyeon just on the other side of the door. They didn't seem to be nervous at all. Like always. "Thirty seconds," Tiffany warned them. I pressed my ear against the door eagerly, curious if they were discussing anything. Because past the overall summary I was given at the lunch meeting, I didn't know much else. However, they didn't seem to be talking at all about the upcoming scene; they were just giving words of encouragement to each other. Which I found sorta strange, but that's just me.

"Ten seconds."

I leaned in more, only to hear the doorknob turn. Just as I realized what was happening, I felt the door slam against my head. "Let's not be too impatient, Alex," I heard Taeyeon say smugly, closing the door.

"Five seconds."

"Ow..." I held my stinging ear.

"Three...two...one...go."

I heard them walking away from the door. I immediately pressed other ear against the door, knowing that Taeyeon wouldn't risk messing the shot up just to hit me. "Aish, Lilly-ah, my situation with Jinnie isn't improving," I heard Jessi whine. Taeyeon's name was Lilly, and I was still Jinnie. Got it.

"Really, Rachel? And none of our previous plans worked?" Jessi's name was Rachel now, I told myself. I mustn't screw this up.

"No..." she continued. "He's always busy and every night, he comes in, plops down on the bed, and falls asleep right away. When I try to initiate it, he just apologizes for being so sleepy and promises he'll make it up the next morning, but you know how I am..."

Taeyeon/Lilly sighed. "Well, he's a busy guy. Can't help it." I heard them sit on the bed. Jessi sighed. "So are we up for this afternoon?"

"Yea--wait, actually..." Jessi said, trailing off as if she had a plan. She was a good actor; I swear, if she took the job of an actress, she would be pretty famous by now. "He's coming home soon. He said something about his boss being sick," she said, voice filled with excitement.

"Oh..." I heard Taeyeon say, voice equally excited. "So that means..."

"Yeah," Jessi answered. "We can finally act out our plan." I was pressing my ear more against the door now. Plan? What plan?

I recalled to our conversation. Something about sex toys?

My eyes widened. Oh god, Jessi-- "Uh!" I heard Jessi moan loudly.

I felt my pants tighten as my face started to burn. She was honestly-- "Ung!" she moaned again.

I stepped away from the door, and from the corner of my eye, I saw what Taeyeon was referring to: a little clear button-like thing. I walked over to it and tried to ignore all the sounds emitting from the room. It was hard, though, when Jessi's moans were almost so loud that they became screams. The pressure in my pants got so bad that I had to reach down and make sure it had enough room.

After a while, I finally noticed the button like thing begin to flash green. I paid close attention to it, determining that I would go to the door when it blinked seventeen times.

I began counting in my head, and on the seventeenth one, I walked to the door, eyes fixated on the button. If I mess, I reminded myself, Taeyeon would punish me. And I could have none of that.

After three more blinks, it began to blink faster, the light changing to red. On the fifth one, I walked in as casually as I could.

"Rachel?" I asked, trying to sound relieved as I walked in and looked to the left. When I did so, my eyes went wide. I wasn't acting, either: Jessi was stark naked, her mouth gagged with something that looked like panties, her hands handcuffed to the middle bedpost, her breasts covered with something blue, and some kind of blue pads to the immediate right and left of her stomach region, her legs also cuffed to the bedposts at the bottom of the bed, clearly showing her ... bottom area. Even though nothing was inside her, her legs glistened slightly.

"Oh god, Rachel?" I asked, running up to her. "Rachel, what happened?" I asked, looked at her with concern. She just looked at me with panicked eyes and motioned for me to take everything off. If I didn't know she was acting, I would've thought that she really was in danger.

First I undid the cuffs on her legs, then went up on her body. However, she stopped me by trapping me with her legs. I looked at her with a confused expression, so she just used her head to point to her lower region. When I kept my confused expression, she bucked her hips onto my leg; since I had pants on, I didn't feel anything, but I knew what she meant now.

She tilted her head back and moaned, and suddenly a rush of liquid stained the pants I was wearing. I started in surprise as my leg felt a sudden rush of warmth. My suspicions were right: there was something in ... there.

I reached down and hovered my hand over the source of the warmth, hesitant at first. When she made a noise of impatience, I quickly acquiesced and slid two fingers in.

She let out a throaty moan as my fingers went further into the slick, extremely wet entrance. I had admit, I was getting extremely turned on by this, but didn't show it. Eventually, I reached what I was supposed to get out: a small oval shaped object that was vibrating. As soon as I touched it though, it stopped.

Jessi was moaning like crazy, bucking into my fingers periodically. "Rachel, can you try to hold still for a moment? I can't get it out if you're forcing my fingers back in," I told her. She complied, stopping the thrusts. I curled my fingers around the object, causing her to moan loudly. I quickly shot out an arm to hold her in place, but it was unnecessary as she managed to contain herself.

It was a painfully slow process though. I would pull it a few centimeters, but my wet fingers, added with the object's smallness, made it hard to keep a good grip on it. So after pulling it a good centimeter or two, I would lose grip of it, forcing me to push my fingers a little further in, drawing a moan, and curling my fingers to grip the small oval again, drawing another moan, before being able to pull it out.

After a minute or so, I finally managed to pull it out. Right as I pulled out though, Jessi made an impatient sound and bucked down, but my fingers had already thrown away the sopping wet, pink oval. "What's wrong?" I asked her, looking back at her face. I noticed her eyes were tightly shut, her tongue slightly hanging out. I recognized this: she was close to release.

Reluctantly, I figured I shouldn't leave her hanging and plunged my fingers in again. She let out another loud moan as I began to pump at a fast pace. "HMG!" she let out a muffled scream as a rush of warm liquid coated my hands. I took off my shirt and wiped the liquid away with it before throwing that to the side.

I reached up and took the gag out, figuring it was a good idea. Frankly, I don't know why I didn't think of it earlier. Right as I did so, she moved her jaw around, probably a bit sore from having it forced open.

I went onto the blue thing coating her bra. I looked at it for a second before deducing that it wasn't harmful; however, Jessi stopped me. "The blue thing can only be removed with contact from saliva," she panted, back arched. "If you want to release my handcuffs, you'll have to put your knees on the pad," she explained. I moved to do so, but her panicked expression told me otherwise. "Andifyoudothebluethingwillactivate," she rapidly fired her words at me.

"..Oh, sorry," I apologized with a small smile. I moved to lick it off, but then I realized what I was doing. No, I have to stay in character, I reminded myself and began to lick the blue covering.

Apparently it was pretty thin as right as I did so, Jessi began to arch her back a little. When I licked her nipple, she jerked upwards. I moved my hand to remove the thin covering while moving to the other breast, wanting to waste as little time as possible.

However, the flim-like substance resisted at the point it was connected to the nipple. I had to stop licking and concentrate on pulling it off, eliciting a loud moan from Jessi, before it popped off. The same thing happened with the other one.

"There. Now place your knees on the pads and pull the handcuffs apart," she instructed me. I did so, almost straddling her with my knees and reaching over and prying the handcuffs apart.

Right as I did so, I breathed a sigh of relief, which was extremely short lived, as she flipped us around, locking my hands into the handcuffs. "Hey--" she cut me off when she attacked my lips.

She pressed her body against my bare chest, deepening the kiss by forcing her tongue into my mouth. I made a sound of protest, but she ignored it. I couldn't help but stare at her close eyelids, eyebrows just beginning to shine with perspiration.

Meanwhile, she reached down and pulled my pants down in one swift motion, using her knees and her legs to pull it the rest of the way. Once they were completely off, she kicked them off the bed, using her legs to wrap my legs in her's. She moaned in my mouth before starting to hump me.

"Mph!" I made another sound of protest as I squirmed. She broke away for air, which prompted me to catch my breath. I began to say something, but she gave me no such chance as she attacked my lips again, this time using her hands to hold my head in place. Soon after, I felt my member become stiff.

I felt her grin. I immediately widened my legs, trying to overpower her, but for some reason, I couldn't move them. Or rather, when I did, my ankles met cold metal. Then, I remembered the leg cuffs. How...? Taeyeon...?

I wasn't left much more room to ponder as Jessi broke away from me again. Eyes shining with excitement, she got up on her knees and hovered over my erect shaft. She grabbed it, eliciting a moan from me, and pushed it straight up before sitting on it.

I groaned as I felt my member wrapped around a wall of slick muscle. "Unng," Jessi moaned, bouncing on it. The sensation of her walls moving against mine caused me to lay my head back, completely overwhelming me.

She continued to moan as she repeated a process: slide up my member, followed by a quick motion downwards. "Hng ... -Rachel..." I moaned, straining against my cuffs. Right after I said that, she lowered herself, arms at my sides, breasts dangling right in front of my eyes. "Nng..." I moaned as she rode my cock at a quicker pace.

"Y-You ... have deprived me ... of sex ... for w-way too long..." she panted. "I--HNG!" she screamed as I lowered my head, taking a breast into my mouth. I began to suck at the skin, running my tongue over her nipple. "Oh my god that's good..." she moaned, eyelids fluttering shut. "Ye-es..."

She was pounding into me at this point. Her pussy walls were tightly wrapped around my member,  but it didn't even matter as she was using so much force that it slid easily inside of her.

It wasn't before long when I felt her clench. She was close.

She increased the pace even more, if possible. "Oh god ... I-I'm c-close..." she panted in between ragged breaths.

I felt pressure start to build up in my shaft. "R-Rachel, I-!" I was cut off as she screamed, shuddering as she released her load onto my shaft. The warm liquid quickly enveloped it, causing me to release as well. I followed suit, groaning one final time before releasing my own load into her. After she stopped thrusting, she landed on me.

Soon after, I felt a weight on the bed, which quickly disappeared, but was replaced by an added weight on Jessi. Taeyeon.

Jessi started to moan; I didn't realize what was happening until I felt three fingers rub my balls, and one finger joining my member, which was already inside Jessi. "So Rachel here has been telling me that you have been depriving her of sex recently," she said as she took the three fingers and inserted them inside Jessi, causing her to jolt. She then started to wrap them around my member, causing Jessi to moan incessantly as she began to pump my shaft that was already inside her.

"Ang! ..Ang!" Jessi half moaned half screamed with every thrust.

"See...how...tight...she has...gotten?" Taeyeon said in a scolding, but strained voice. Jessi's lips found mine again, attacking my mouth vigorously. I felt my exhaustion fade as I began to pump inside Jessi to match Taeyeon's fingers.

Jessi's loud moans continued as both Taeyeon and I increased our pace. "I-I'm...sorry..." I told her as I struggled to overcome how tight Jessi's was.

Her breasts were smooched up against my chest as she began to shake with the force I was putting inside her. Her muffled moans were still loud enough to fill the room, turning me on even more, giving me more power to put behind each thrust. And in return, each thrust caused her to moan with more need and more lust than the previous.

My mouth began to hurt at how vigorously she was attacking them, but I ignored it as best as I could and focused on thrusting inside Jessi, being stimulated by both Taeyeon's hand and by Jessi's moans.

It wasn't long before Jessi let out a deafening scream, shuddering violently as she released her cum onto Taeyeon's hand and my member. After about a minute or so, she finally stopped, but we hadn't yet.

I was still thrusting inside her as Taeyeon pumped my shaft. "G-Guys stop stop oh my god stop pull out oh god pull out PULL OUT!" she screamed as she shuddered violently again, releasing another wave of cum. Extremely turned on by her submissive screams, I felt the pressure in my member clench before being released, once again, inside Jessi.

I laid my head back on the pillow, Jessi laying her head on my chest, as Taeyeon pulled her hand out of Jessi.

However, we didn't get much of a break as Taeyeon pulled Jessi off me, replacing Jessi's body with her own. "Now, you," she said, looking at me, "need to return the favor and you," she said, looking back at Jessi, who was catching her breath on the side of the bed, "also need to return the favor." Jessi nodded, sitting up. Taeyeon flipped herself over so that she was facing the ceiling before positioning herself over my still erect member and plunged downwards.

She moaned as she began to thrust onto me. "W-Wait..." I said, trying to hold back a moan. "R-Rachel..." I tried to look for her, but just then, I felt an added weight on me once again.

"It's ok Jinnie," I heard Jessi say.

"But--" before I could continue, I felt Taeyeon arch her back as she moaned. Taking that as the cue to start, I began to thrust into Taeyeon.

"Unng..." she moaned, butt rubbing against my skin, this with the thought of Jessi licking Taeyeon off turning me on even more.

Her slick muscle walls rubbed against mine, pulsating as if it were calling me to go deeper. So I did. I thrusted into her as far as I could go, with so much force that the bed shook a little. "HNG!" she screamed. I pulled out and repeated the action, drawing out another moan, shaking the bed once again. I continued doing this, gradually increasing my pace, the bed shaking with a little more intensity each time.

"Fuck Jinnie you're so good oh god yes fuck," she swore violently as I felt her shake even more, her butt rubbing more against my skin, turning me on even more. I felt her walls begin to tighten, signifying that she was close. She began to match my thrusts with her own, confirming the fact.

I began to feel pressure build up in my member again, but before it built up much, Taeyeon screamed, shaking as she released her cum before calming down. Even though I wasn't satisfied, I pulled out.

They both rolled off me, Taeyeon uncuffing my legs while Jessi straddled me and unlocked the handcuffs. Right as this happened, I sprung up, missing Taeyeon, and turned us around, looking at Jessi hungrily.

Her eyes shone with excitement and anxiety, along with a little bit of fear. "So I have been depriving you of sex, huh?" I growled at her, lowering myself onto her. She whimpered in submission, turning me on further. "Well, I'm about to fill you up right now," I said right before thrusting into her, pounding her with full force.

She shut her eyes and screamed, laying her head on the pillow while gripping the bedsheets with both hands. I grinned as I observed the view below me: Jessi, completely naked, shaking with every one of my thrusts, breasts shaking invitingly. Eagerly taking the invitation, I dove down and captured her nipple with my mouth.

She arched her back, trying to get as much surface area from my mouth as I ran it all across her breast, focusing on her nipple.

I felt pressure begin to build up in my member again. Even though Jessi was tight, I could tell she wasn't close yet, so I decided to let her 'catch up': I moved my finger down and found her clit, pressing that roughly.

"AHH!" she screamed, bucking violently as the bed audibly shook, our combined force too much for the bed to handle. I fingered the nub aggressively, sucking on her nipple with my mouth. Her excessive, ear-piercing screams echoed across the room, her body spasming, as the pressure inside me built up, desperate for release. I held it in, unwilling it give in before Jessi.

"JINNIE I'M GOING TO--AHHH!" she exploded, shaking dangerously as she released a torrent of cum onto my member, so much that most escaped onto our legs and the bed. Finally satisfied, I gave her a grunt in warning before releasing my own load, also shaking with each rope of liquid that came out and into her.

"There, satisfied?" I asked, panting hard as I pulled out of her, getting on my knees and hovering over her.

"Mmm," she hummed happily. I leaned to the side, or at least tried to as I felt a firm pair of hands wrap around my stomach, pulling me backwards.

"Too bad you turned me on again," I heard Taeyeon whisper huskily into my ear. She motioned Jessi to come forward, which Jessi followed obediently. She turned me around and brought herself up to wrap her legs around my waist. "Jessi, stand behind him and give him a handjob," Taeyeon instructed. "And you, you finger me," she said, looking directly at me before leaning in, pressing her body against mine before kissing me.

I felt Jessi press her breasts into my back, the feeling of soft skin being pressed both in front and behind me causing my member to become stiff. She brought her arms around and wrapped her hands around my shaft. I felt her rub it, eliciting a moan from me as I brought my hands up and used one hand to grab Taeyeon's butt, using the other to stick three fingers inside her slit. She moaned hungrily too, along with an equally lust-filled moan from Jessi. I quickly deduced that Taeyeon was fingering Jessi.

I heard Jessi's breath hitch as she leaned down to suck on my neck, quickening her pace. Being more stimulated, I in turn quickened my pace, which caused Taeyeon to move at an equally urgent pace.

The room quickly filled with moans yet again as the cycle repeated itself. The mere idea of our threesome was helping in once again building up pressure inside me. After a minute or so of lustful moans and red marks on necks, we all laid down on the bed. "Regret skipping all our sex sessions now?" Jessi asked, tired.

"Mmm," I hummed, snuggling up closer to Jessi. I put my head into her neck and breathed air onto her ear, which caused her to giggle. Which, by the way, was the most amazing thing ever; it had this sort of bubbly affect to it, the kind that was truly contagious. Once someone hears it, a smile is bound to appear on his/her face.

"St-Stop, that t-tickles," she said, giggling. I smiled and nudged her ear with my nose affectionately. She giggled again.

I felt Taeyeon snuggle up to me. "Call me next time you lovebirds decide to go at it again, alright?"

Jessi laughed, for some reason, in response. "Yeah, sure thing Lily," she said. Taeyeon got off me and shuffled around the room before leaving the room.

I pulled the blanket out from under us and tucked us in before cuddling with her again before closing my eyes, figuring this was a good way to end. However, Jessi had different plans. She stuck out her butt into me, and quickly slid down, engulfing my member inside her again. "Unf," I groaned, closing my eyes and bending my head sideways and kissed her neck. "Rachel, I'm exhausted," I whined. "I can't..."

"It's ok," she whispered. "Me too. We can just sleep like this," she told me, pushing my member deeper into her before shifting a bit to get comfortable before relaxing her body. I followed suit.

"Cut!" I heard Tiffany's voice say. She stayed for that whole thing this time?

I pulled out of her, drawing an almost inaudible whine. "Did you just whine?" I teased her, grinning smugly.

I saw the tips of her ears turn a bit red. "Well, it feels warm and good and stuff, so yeah," she said defensively. I laughed in response. "Yah, what's so funny?" she pouted, bringing her arm around to smack me.

"Ow! Ok ok I'm sorry for laughing," I responded, still shaking a little from laughter. She noticed this, however, and turned around, but was interrupted when Taeyeon and Tiffany walked through the door.

When I saw them, especially when Tiffany turned bright red when she noticed that I saw her, I started. I just...with Jessi...and...camera... my thoughts ran rampant through my mind. Did I just honestly--since when did I lose myself? I remember everything clearly, but ...

"So Alex," Taeyeon said, standing next to the bed. Her hands were on her hips, and she was grinning ... mischievously? I immediately thought back to Taeyeon's threat. Oh god, did I miss up somewhere? "Good job on the shooting. You didn't make any obvious mistakes," she commented. I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but then caught on to the full sentence. I began to panic: what had I done wrong? I didn't mess up anywhere, did I? Did I make some-- "But, you did make a mistake."

My heart sank. But not because of the consequence, but because I hated letting people down. And I had just let one of Jessi's best friends down. "O-Oh. Sorry," I said, bowing my head and lifting it back up.

Taeyeon, however, grinned. "There's nothing to be sorry about. It just gives us more of an excuse to have sex with you."

There's nothing to be sorry about? Doesn't that mean they have to re-film, or do editing or something? I sat there, trying to figure her words out when I realized, yet again, what she had fully said. My face paled as Taeyeon began taking off her shirt, pulling me out of bed.

Surprised, I almost stumbled out of bed, just realizing that I was still naked. I tried to get back under the covers, except Jessi blocked me. "You made a promise, might as well keep it," she said, voice with a hint of vengeance.

Tiffany distracted me though. Her eyes were wide with shock as she examined my body over and over, mouth semi open, cheeks deep, deep red. "Come on Tiffany, don't you want him?" I heard Taeyeon ask.

Her blush deepened, if possible. "U-Um...I-I...I..." she stammered, eyes deciding to fixate on my lower region. Uncomfortable, I sat down on the bed, fighting the push Jessi was giving me to get off the bed.

Taeyeon sighed. "I guess I have to start," she started walking towards me. I instinctively flinched, trying to push myself further back onto the bed, but Jessi blocked me. However, she stopped at Tiffany, pausing for a while before swiftly using one hand to lift her shirt, the other lowering her pants just far down enough so her legs could push Tiffany's pants the rest of the way down, followed by completely taking off her shirt and expertly undoing her bra, letting all the clothes fall basically simultaneously.

I couldn't help but check her out. Her skin was just as silky-white as Taeyeon's and Jessi's, her breasts more developed than Taeyeon's, but less than Jessi's. Her legs, though: those were to die for. They just ... seemed to be in the perfect shape. Words couldn't describe this.

I caught myself thinking these thoughts. I immediately averted my eyes, unwilling to let the liquid cloud my judgment. "Y-Yah! T-Taeyeon!" I heard Tiffany yell. I felt a wet piece of cloth hit my face. It smelled good ... and was slightly sticky.

Immediately realizing what it was, I picked it up and threw it to the side. "Let's not force Tiffany to do anything," I said worriedly, trying to scoot further back into the bed while staring at the space above the Girls' Generation poster. When I had originally averted my eyes, I had initially caught that: but considering my situation, and the stupid liquid I was forced to take, I immediately imagined stripping them, so I averted my eyes as quickly as possible to the wall above it.

After a while, I noticed there was a brief moment of silence. Before I could think much of it, Taeyeon broke the silence. "Don't worry, Tiffany wants this."

And with that, I felt Jessi pull me back as Tiffany yelped in surprise. I felt her land on me, her body pressing into mine. We both groaned at the contact.

"There. Now you two puppies have fun," Taeyeon said, walking away.

Tiffany shyly looked at me, face still beet red. I gave her a small grin, which made her face even redder. Her legs were just as I imagined: soft, smooth, and perfect.

I flipped us around and brought her legs onto the bed. Her eyes widened in surprise as she let out a small gasp. I made a shushing motion and lowered myself down, kissing her. I kept my eyes open to observe her reaction: her eyes were round, obviously reflecting shock. As I began to move my lips against her's, she gradually accepted it and let her eyelids flutter shut, responding to my kiss. I lowered the rest of my body onto her, earning a small moan from her.

I wrapped my legs around her's and started to grind her, finding that Taeyeon took the liberty of taking off her panties as well. I grinned and broke our kiss, sending light pecks down to her jaw, her neck, and collarbone, and finally, her breasts. Her breathing quickened when as I kissed the peak of her breast.

I engulfed a section of her breast with my mouth and started to lick it, nipping and flicking her nipple with my tongue periodically. She arched her back into my mouth, giving a throaty moan.

I slid my hands down her perfectly smooth skin and stopped at her legs. I used them to separate her legs slightly, then began rubbing her upper thigh. Her breathing hitched yet again.

I replaced one of my hands with my knee as I brought the free hand up to knead her breast, palming the areola, flicking, pinching, and squeezing the nipple, earning several lustful moans.

I traveled my hand upwards and stopped at right before my hand cupped her sex, feeling lots of heat radiating off of it. Curious, I used two fingers and experimentally slid them up her slid, causing her to yelp in surprise, bucking her hips down to meet my fingers. I had already pulled away, though. "You're so wet," I told her.

Her only response was a whimper. Her submissiveness was really turning me on. "Do you want me?" I looked up at her.

She nodded shyly, face extremely red. "Really? How badly?" I asked, humping her. She whimpered and gave a throaty moan. "Hm? I didn't hear anything," I prompted, pinching her nipple. She moaned more loudly this time, whimpering a bit more loudly. "I want you to beg."

"Pl-Please..."

I really wanted a louder volume. In fact, I almost told her to say it louder if her husky voice hadn't turned me on so much. "As you wish," I said, capturing her lips to muffle potential screams as I plunged my member into her.

"Ung!" she yelled. I felt a barriar of sorts break as I entered, which caused me to stop immediately.

"You're a virgin?"

"Please don't stop..."

I obeyed her wish and started to thrust inside of her; however, her pussy walls were extremely tight, and didn't allow for much movement. "You'd think that someone as sexy as you would have already had a nice boyfriend to have sex with..." I thought out loud, causing her to blush furiously. However, her eyes were still blurry with tears.

My heart strained at such a sight; even though I was already pulled out of the mysterious liquid's effects, I continued thrusting, knowing that the only way to overcome the pain was pleasure. However, this was not an easy task to accomplish: the walls pulsating around my shaft didn't even allow the whole of my member to enter her. I bent down to capture her lips, bringing one of my hands down to rub her breasts in an attempt to help relieve the pain. I determinedly pushed ahead, bringing it out a little, and thrusting back inside. She groaned into my mouth in pain.

However, with each thrust, her groans of pain were replaced with moans of pleasure, until eventually, when my whole member finally entered her completely, she was moaning purely from pleasure. I moved down to capture her breast in my mouth and began to lick the skin again, eliciting more moans from her.

"Unng, faster..." she breathed, matching my rhythm by thrusting downwards at the same time I thrusted into her. I tried to obey her command, but she was so tight that I found myself not able to go much faster. "Pl-Please..." she begged, using her husky voice once again.

Hearing her voice like that again prompted me to follow her command. I placed my knees on the side of her hips and used my free hand to grab onto her butt, which I found was just as smooth as her legs, but irresistibly more soft and squishy. I used this as leverage to pound into her harder, drawing out more ragged moans.

The feeling of her tight pussy walls against my member was amazing; it was different than Jessi and Taeyeon somehow. Either way, the sensation quickly built up the pressure in my groin.

At that time, just as I got enough momentum to keep a steady, but fast rhythm, I felt the slick walls begin to tighten. "Ung...Al-Alex, I'm cl-close..." she warned me, but I had already summoned more strength to finish us both off.

"Tiff-Tiffany, I'm going to c-cum," I warned her, giving her one final thrust before releasing ropes of hot semen into her. At that exact same moment, Tiffany arched her back and screamed as I gave the last powerful thrust, releasing her own cum onto my member.

I rode her out, making sure she stopped shaking before I pulled out.

After cleaning up, we put on our clothes and got out of the room. However, right as I got out, both Jessi and Taeyeon bombarded me, teasing me that Tiffany, the virgin outlasted me.

Tiffany didn't speak a word, standing in place and blushing furiously while I stammered and tried to explain why/make an excuse. But, as usual, I couldn't find one, so I just left it alone.

I changed back into the clothes I got here in and headed out.

"Bye Tiff!" Jessi called, waving back. "Bye Taengoo!"

While waiting for the elevator, Jessi spoke up. "That video isn't going to be released, by the way. I helped Tiffany pay for the equipment, but none of it will go public" she told me.

"What? Really?" I asked. On one hand, I was surprised; this was, as far as I could recall, the first time Jessi had lied to me. On the other hand, I was relieved. After thinking about it for a bit, I realized that it didn't make sense to have people who didn't have sex before to star in a pornographic video. "What about the staff and Taeyeon?"

"Oh, there were only 2 other people that were helping Tiffany out. Tiffany really is a director, but not usually for pornos. Taeyeon, on the other hand, is a porn star who agreed to do this after seeing a picture of you," Jessi explained.

I nodded, sighing a breath of relief. It would have been pretty disasterous for me if someone from my workplace had discovered that video.

"Bye!" they both called out to us as we departed. It was about 4:30 by the time we left.

As we were walking down the stairs, I felt the phone in my right pocket buzz. I pulled it out, seeing that I had a text.

I unlocked my phone and smiled: it was Tiffany, saying "I'm available at around 7:00 tomorrow. How's then? ;)"

"Who is that?" Jessi questioned, trying to look over my shoulder as she grasped my hand, walking back to our apartment.

I tried to pull my phone away, but she managed to grab it. "Oooh, so you made plans with Tiffany, huh?" she asked, giving me a huge, radiant smile.

I rubbed my neck. "Yeah," I responded sheepishly. I was supposed to keep it a secret for a while, but I guess that plan went out the window.

"See, I told you she'd be perfect for you," she said smugly, giving me my phone back.

"Yeah, I guess..." then, I realized what I said, but it was already too late. "I mean--!"

She laughed in response. "I had sex with you, why didn't I become your girlfriend?"

I ignored her and all her witty comments all the way back home.

[melon-fodder]

ALL YOURS • T. Hiragi

Summary: A store associate flirts with your boyfriend, and you do not appreciate it. That’s it. That’s the fic.

Word Count: 1Kish

Warnings: pwp, female-bodied reader, reader wears a skirt, dressing room sex, possessive behavior but it’s all good, dirty talk, p in v, creampies, reader is petty and we love her for it 💚

Scowl on your face, growl rumbling in your throat, you tug your boyfriend into the dressing room, shutting and locking the door to the little cubicle then turning to look up at him.

Hiragi stares down at you, one eyebrow raised, tiny smirk playing at his lips.

“I didn’t ask for any of that,” he immediately tells you.

Your voice is light when you respond, “Oh, I know.” Too light, too high-pitched, betraying the rage bubbling inside you. “I’m not mad at you.”

“Sure look like ya are,” he snorts, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms.

“I’m not!” you repeat, “I’m mad at her.” The little sales associate who batted her eyes and giggled and held up different shirts while complimenting your boyfriend. Your very hot, very spoken-for boyfriend.

“This color would look great on you. Your shoulders would fill this out really nicely.” Teehee, look at me twirl my hair and push my tits together, oh is that your girlfriend? Oopsie.

Even when you’d glared at her, she didn’t relent. If anything she tried to turn up her so-called charm, which is when Hiragi finally started catching on and let you pull him away.

“So, you’re not gonna yell at me?” he questions as if you have a habit of doing that.

You squint at him in confusion before shaking it off and stepping toward him.

“No, I’m gonna fuck you in this dressing room and hope that bitch hears.”

His eyes flash, mouth curling into a cocky grin. “Oh yeah?”

You hook a finger in his chain and use it to bring his face closer to yours.

“Yeah.”

You may be the one initiating, but Hiragi is the first to move, catching you in a searing kiss while allowing you to back him up into the little bench.

You’re glad you decided to wear a skirt—a little short, a little showy, but the ease of access can’t be beat, and your boyfriend proves it by slipping his hand under the fabric, rubbing your slit through your thong so that you gasp.

He pushes the flimsy material to the side, exhales when his finger dips between your folds to feel you.

“You really think I’d ever look at anyone else when I’ve got you?” he rumbles, teasing your hole as you fumble with his belt. “I’d never give up this pussy, not when she’s so sweet to me.”

You surge upward to kiss him again, trapping his bottom lip between your teeth, and he responds by shoving his finger deeper inside of you, causing you to release him when your jaw drops open.

Pulling himself free from his pants, he strokes himself a few times, still thrusting his finger inside of you, and when he sits down on the bench he uses that finger to guide you to his lap, pushing hard against your g-spot so that your knees wobble and you all but fall on top of him.

He adds another finger, scissoring you open before fucking them deeper into you. Lewd, wet squelches fill the little room, and Hiragi grins, speaking against your ear, “whole store’s gonna hear how messy I make this pussy. Is’at what you want?”

Maybe not the whole store, but definitely the perky little associate.

“Want everyone to hear how hot you get me,” you moan, growing more breathless with every movement. Fuck, Hiragi knows exactly how to touch you, makes you buzz like an exposed nerve.

You whimper when he slips his fingers out, but they’re quickly replaced with the fat head of his cock. He slides it up and down your slit a few times, gathering some of your glossy slick before he slowly begins to bully his way into your cunt.

“Ffffuck,” you hiss, letting your head hang back as you wiggle your hips in an attempt to accommodate him.

He uses one hand to guide you further down his length, the other still holding your panties to the side until he mutters something under his breath and takes a couple seconds to tear them in two, carelessly tossing them aside.

“You don’t need tho—oh, fuck,” he groans when you let yourself drop down until Hiragi’s bottomed out inside of you. “God dammit, baby, warn a guy.”

“But you’re so cute when your eyes roll like that,” you play, rocking in his lap as you get used to his size.

He growls, crushing his mouth against yours as he starts bouncing you up and down. Your whine is muffled, just like his promise, “gonna make your eyes roll so far in the back of your head, they get stuck there.”

“Sexy,” you mumble with a smushed smile, but he ignores it, fingers pressing into the fat around your hips, starting to move you up and down to his liking.

“Gonna make you drool for me, baby. Make sure you’re all fucked out when we leave so that little girl sees.”

You’re already fucking drooling for him, your mouth and your pussy as your arousal leaks out around his length. The bench leaves you with little surface area to use for leverage, but you manage to angle your hips just right so that the flared head of Hiragi’s cock drags against your g-spot.

“Gonna make me squirt, Ragi,” you warn him when you feel the pressure building. “Gonna get you messy too.”

“Good, that’s what I want.”

He bites your neck, teeth nearly breaking skin, and he reaches between you to swipe over your clit, growling when he feels a sudden gush of liquid against his hand.

“That’s my fuckin’ girl, just like that.”

He doesn’t stop, keeps rutting up into you, hitting that spot so that you see stars. Your jaw hangs slack, barely registering the way he reattaches himself to your neck and starts sucking.

You squirt for him again and again, uncaring of his pants or the soaked carpet beneath you.

“I’m yours, ya know that?” he huffs, thrusts starting to get erratic—reckless as he nears his peak. “m’yours just like you’re mine, yeah?”

You nod mutely, feeling your muscles start to tense, body wanting to curl inward, but Hiragi doesn’t let it, not with the way he pulls you flush against him.

“Say it, babydoll,” he commands, cockhead kissing your cervix and pulling pitiful sounds from you.

“I’m—I’m yours.”

“And?”

The heat inside of you reaches its boiling point and overflows, your orgasm crashing into you, making you clench and spasm and chant, “you’re mine—mine, mine, fuck…”

He topples after you, slamming into you from below as he shoots lines of hot cum deep inside of you.

“That’s right,” he slurs, “all yours, baby.”

You ride it out, falling against Hiragi’s chest when he rests against the wall. Heavy breaths are passed between the two of you, a few languid kisses, then a groan when you clench around him just for fun.

“They’re gonna have to shampoo the carpet in here,” he mumbles, eyes closed, smiling.

“Sounds like a them problem.”

He laughs, a deep, beautiful sound that vibrates in his chest.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous, I’m territorial.”

“Still cute.”

You roll your eyes then dismount your boyfriend rather ungracefully, already able to feel him seeping out of you.

“You know what’s not cute? Walking outta here with your cum dripping down my legs.”

Hiragi flashes you an easy grin, taking his time tucking himself back into his pants.

“Want me to clean it up for you?” He asks, licking his lips.

It’s tempting. And you tell him as much. But…

“I’d rather let her see.”

He makes a strangled noise and swears. “Talk all slutty like that, and I’m gonna get hard again.”

You wink at him, double check to make sure he’s all zipped up, then open the door.

Hiragi follows you out, neither of you bothering to grab your ruined panties off the ground. You know your hair is a bit mussed, clothes wrinkled, and you are extremely aware of Hiragi’s cooling cum streaming down your thighs. That’s just you, though. Your boyfriend might look even more disheveled than you with his blond hair out of place, neck still flushed pink, pants stained darker over his crotch and thighs from your squirt.

It’s worth it when you run into the little sales associate, though. Just outside of the dressing rooms, as it happens. Her cheeks are red, and her eyes widen when she takes both of you in.

“Did—ehem—did anything fit?” she asks, forcing an unconvincing grin.

“Oh yeah,” you answer with a sugary smile, “we found something that fit perfectly.”

“Good! Glad to hear it.” She doesn’t bother to mention that neither of you are holding any clothing.

“Yeah,” Hiragi nods toward her, grabbing your hand and leading you away while calling over his shoulder, “thanks for all your help.”

[twola]

Passerine : Chapter 3

PAIRING: High Honor Arthur Morgan x Fem!reader

One step forward, two steps back.

Warnings: This fic has graphic descriptions of non-consensual sex, violence against women, the trauma thereafter, and somewhat unhealthy coping mechanisms. If any of that content makes you feel uncomfortable or triggers you, this may not be the fic for you.

Hi - I know it’s been over a year since I’ve updated this. Passerine is a love letter to trauma and the thereafter. It’s heavy. It’s hard to write. But thank you all for holding on to this. I promise it won’t be another year before I post chapters 4, 5, and 6 to finish it out.

Note: I play fast and loose with the passage of time as compared to the canon game.

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Abigail pulls the canvas around the tent’s opening closed behind her. She sighs as she arranges the fabric to preserve the privacy that you so desperately need.

Wiping the back of her palm across her forehead, she squeezes her eyes shut as she tries to stave off a headache.

“Mama!”

She jolts, steadying herself as her five-year-old son barrels into her legs, whipping his arms around her skirts.

“Jack…-Jack,” Abigail reels slightly as she places her hand on his head as he snuggles into her thigh. She pushes gently and he unwinds his small arms from around her. He steps half a step back and she stoops down on one knee to look him in the eye.

She tucks some of his hair behind his ears, her hands cupping his small cheeks, losing the last bit of baby fat from them as the boy grows in fits.

“Can you be a good boy fer me and go find Uncle Hosea? I think he has a new book fer you.” 

His eyes flash in excitement as he nods, and Abigail gives him a wry grin as he tries to wriggle away, not letting go of him until she places a kiss on his forehead. When she takes her hand from his shoulders, he darts away across the camp, calling after Hosea.

Bless him, he’s like a grandfather to Jack. Between him and Arthur, sometimes, sometimes, she can almost forget how terrible of a father John is.

Speaking of which, she finds him staring at her from across the camp, elbows at his knees as he sits in front of the fireplace. She glares back at him before turning away, huffing in a moment of agitation.

She pulls back the tent's canvas slightly, confirming to herself that yes, you are asleep.

Frowning, she lets the canvas go and walks over toward the lakeshore behind where Arthur had set his tent wagon up, crossing her arms over her chest as the red-painted sunset reflected off of the still waters of Flat Iron.

When she had asked you when was the last time you bled, she expected sputtering, anxious eyes and having to come up with a way to tell Arthur that he’d gotten a child upon you.

Instead, your flushed face turned almost white as you shot to your feet and immediately stumbled away from the wash bin and toward the treeline.

Abigail dropped laundry she had been working on back into the tub and hitched her skirt to run after you, catching up only as you doubled over, leaning against a tree as you choked up bile onto the ground.

You had burst into tears in between wet, gasping breaths, your stomach heaving dry when there was nothing left to expel. Abigail rubbed your upper back soothingly as she pulled your hair back from over your shoulder.

“C’mon now, it’s gonna be okay. Arthur’s- he’s the best of the men, he’ll take care of you.” She cooed softly, her hand working in slow circles between your shoulder blades.

You sob aloud, which unseats her. “It’s…it’s….”

You could barely get the words out.

Abigail’s circles slow, “Is… it not his?”

You collapsed to your knees as sobs racked your body, wet coughs echoing through the woods.

Abigail spent the rest of the afternoon trying to console you, able to pry details between your fits of dry heaving and sobs. She narrows her eyes against the red sun in the distance, her shoulders finally letting down from how tightly they’ve been wound all afternoon.

The truth was much worse than she had been expecting.

She had managed to coax you away from the trees and usher you quietly into Arthur’s tent, where she immediately pulled the canvas shut before turning back to you and pushing you down gently into the cot, taking your boots off one at a time and placing them on the ground next to the cot.

In hushed whimpers, you told her about what had happened those months ago when the gang was still at Horseshoe.  Her brow furrowed in shock as she brushed your hair off of your forehead, taking a handkerchief from the pocket of her skirt and dabbing it across your damp brow.

The truth, as terrible as it was, was not unfamiliar to Abigail. A whore by fifteen, she had seen her share of women forced against their will. A customer gone too far, a rat of a man waiting to catch one of the girls alone, not wanting to pay for services.

She herself had experiences with it. 

But you, as you regaled the terrible details in hiccuping breaths, you had never been part of that world, and when the O’Driscoll forced you down on that bed, the act of sex had never been weaponized against you until that moment.

She had finally calmed you down enough that you drifted off to sleep, not more than an hour ago.

Rubbing the back of her neck, Abigail glances back toward where the horses are hitched, Arthur’s mare still missing amongst them.

She lets out a long, mournful breath. As many times as she had tried to assure you that if you were with child it was likely Arthur’s… all you could dwell on was that man who bound and gagged you and had you on the old bed in that dingy cabin.

You had cried yourself to sleep, and Abigail now has to figure out what to do going forward. Obviously, she thinks as she brushes the loose hair at the nape of her neck that escaped her bun, she needs to figure this out with Arthur. No matter what the decision was. She needed to talk to him before she made a trip to Saint Denis to collect the needed items.

A pang of memory flashes in her mind - the horrified look on John’s face when she told him she was with child. How it was months before he had her in his bed again. Only once, when she was swollen with child, did he lay with her - now years ago. 

The sound of hoofbeats draws her from the fugue of her thoughts. She turns partway around to see Arthur ride into the camp atop his mare, weighed down with a whitetail deer strapped across the horse’s rump. Wiping her hands on her skirt, Abigail sighs and moves towards where Arthur dismounts, following him silently as he shoulders the deer carcass and slings it over Pearson’s table.

He scoots over toward the tub of soapy water to wash the blood from his skin.

“Arthur.” 

Arthur looks up, shaking his hands from the wash bin, “Miss Roberts,” he drawls with a smile on his face.

Abigail does not return his smile.

-

“She was raped?”

Arthur stares at Abigail from under the rim of his hat, clenching his jaw, “How-”

“She told me.” Abigail sighs, leaning against the tree a bit away from the camp that she had led him to.

“She alrigh’? What happened for her to tell you?” Arthur mumbles, glancing back at the camp looking for you, but you are nowhere to be found.

“Arthur. I think she’s with child.” Abigail states in a hushed tone, and Arthur’s eyes dart wildly back to her.

“Child?”

“Yes, Arthur,” Abigail retorts, her patience frayed and finally worn out.

Arthur’s jaw clenches before he opens his mouth again, “It’s mine.” He mumbles, almost too soft to hear, eyes shooting down to the ground.

Much like how you refused to listen to Abigail’s pleading and reassurance as she tried to convince you of the same, Abigail brushes aside Arthur’s comment.

“Did he… did he spend in her?” Abigail rubs her eyes with the back of her palm, exhausted as dusk was closing in on the camp.

“I have,” Arthur says quietly, continuing to look at the ground.

“I know you have, idiot. But th’ first thing she thought is that this baby belongs to some dead O’Driscoll that raped her.”

Arthur’s jaw sets, unable to hide the snarl from his tone. “Ain’t no way it's his. We’ve been sleepin’ together for a couple a’ months. And I don’t always-”

“Yes, Arthur, I get that.” Abigail interjects with exasperation, “The question is - does she?”

The outlaw’s gaze flicks upward, landing on Abigail for a moment, before he turns his head to the side, looking over the western horizon at Flat Iron Lake.

“Look - I don’t know what y’all want to do. I don’t know what she wants to do. But…” She trails off, her gaze also looking out to the lake, “I can give her things to make it end.”

Arthur doesn’t respond.

Abigail dusts off her skirt as she begins to step away, “But Arthur…”

He finally can make eye contact as she looks back at him.

“She’s gotta make up her mind - quick.”

-

The dinginess - the sour smell of off-food and dirty men permeated the air. The kind of stink that simple cleaning would never get rid of.

Your head is killing you as you blink away the pain, but you find yourself biting down on a foul piece of fabric tied around your mouth. You try to pull it down, but find that your wrists are bound behind your back.

The door opens and the feeling of dread in your chest explodes into a blazing fire of fear.

“There’s my little girl.”

His greasy, dark hair is slicked back away from his disheveled beard, and he smiles that toothy, nauseating grin at you.

The O’Driscoll pulls up your chemise from your thighs up and over your belly, baring your bottom half to him. You try to clench your thighs together, but as he leans over you, you do not find that he forces your legs apart.

But you cannot fight him as his rough and dirty hand spreads out over your belly.

“Pretty miss - gonna be all big and swollen with my child.”

Your eyes shoot open, your fingers closing tightly around the blanket that you’ve pulled around yourself. You have to bite your lip to stop from screaming aloud. 

Dusk’s shadows permeate through the canvas of Arthur’s tent, and you realize you’ve spent most of the afternoon sleeping. You push yourself up in the cot, breathing out heavily.

You pass your hand over your stomach. As soon as Abigail asked you the last time you bled, the cavern inside you opened up. You hadn’t bled since before the house in Cumberland. The nausea, the vomiting. God, you’ve been so tired too. 

Shit, was it true? Could there be a child there, under the softness of your belly? Would you grow round and hard there beneath your fingertips? 

Not only was there a pit in your stomach, but you felt like your chest had been cracked open - you’re drowning in yourself - why can’t you escape that O’Driscoll and what he did?

You curl up smaller in Arthur’s cot, pulling the blanket over you, trying to hide from the world.

-

Usually, it’s before a job that he reaches for a cigarette. Something to calm his nerves and hone his senses before roaring into a situation with guns blazing.

That’s not the situation he finds himself in now.

Arthur finds himself pacing in the wooded area outside of camp, smoking hurriedly as his palm clenches in agitation. He throws the half-smoked cigarette to the ground and smashes it under the heel of his boot, turning his face upward and exhaling a plume of smoke with a sound that could be described as a sigh.

The lantern lights of the camp start to glow in the distance. He hasn’t worked up the courage to rejoin the group since stalking out to the woods and smoking half a pack of damn cigarettes.

Flat Iron Lake is still in the distance, a few ships passing between Saint Denis and Blackwater illuminate the dark waters.

Arthur grabs his hat off his head with one head and wipes the sweat from his brow with the back of the other. He closes his eyes, letting another long breath out.

Arthur swears he can hear a child’s laughter. It ain’t Jack though. Another young boy - with tawny hair and freckles dusting his cheeks. 

“Papa!”

A young boy who darts toward him as he slides off of his saddle.

The smile of a dark-haired girl leaning in the doorframe.

Fishing rods and toy horses and bedtime stories when he came around. A cup of coffee and pleasant conversation with a girl he shared a night with so long ago…

And two wooden crosses. Silence. Not even the birds sang that day he came upon the little house off the road. 

Arthur continues to pace, cursing under his breath. He goes to reach for yet another cigarette when he stops, swallowing, and grits his teeth.

How goddamn selfish of him to wallow in his own miserable past when you need him. The pit in his stomach reopens as he remembers the sight of you in that cabin. Bound, gagged, and violated.

And now his dumb ass has gone and gotten you pregnant. Foisted this upon you when you were still so vulnerable and hurting and god damnit - he told you he wasn’t a good person. This absolutely proves it.

There’s no lantern light on in his tent, he can see through the woods, and he’s stayed out long enough. Lord only knows Abigail is going to come find him and smack him the way she’s hit John - but he wouldn’t be any less deserving.

With yet another long, burdened breath, he heads back toward his tent.

Arthur Morgan moves as quietly as he can through the canvas, pulling it shut behind him. Darkness has fallen upon the camp, and he’s thankful that he can reach the oil lantern on the table with just enough moonlight for him to light it low. A yellow-orange glow emits from it, illuminating the tent.

You’re sitting in his cot, in the darkness, and in the light, he can see the sheen of tears down your cheeks. Your hair is falling out of the bun it’s half tied into. Fuck, he’s the goddamn scum of the earth.

“Darlin’,” his voice cracks with uncertainty.

You shiver, the threadbare blanket pulled over your shoulders as you sit in the cot. Arthur holds the rim of his hat in his hands, fidgeting with it restlessly as he cannot meet your eyes.

“Abigail seems to think…”

“Abigail’s right.” You mumble, monotone while staring into space.

Arthur chews his lip, “This is my fault.”

“Ain’t your fault an O’Driscoll-”

“I got you pregnant,” Arthur interjects, moving to sit on the small stool across from the cot.

“You don’t know it’s yours.” You snap back with a vicious snarl in your voice and he nearly recoils as if shot. This he did not expect.

Neither it seems, did you. Your eyes widen when you finally meet his, and hold his gaze for but a moment before your brow crinkles and you shove your face into your knees as you draw them up to your chest.

You hiccup a sob, “What if this baby looks l-like ‘im? What if the baby has them cold dark eyes starin’ at me like when when he-”

“Shh,” Arthur hushes you, preventing you from speaking aloud your terrible truth. He wraps his arms around you, drawing you into his embrace, “That ain’t gonna happen.”

You wriggle uncomfortably in his arms, trying to pull away. Arthur lets go of you, but his hands move to cup your cheeks and force you to look at him.

“No matter what, I’m gonna be here for you, sweetheart.”

Your eyes are only able to hold his stare for but so long before you look downward. Arthur lets go of your face and you take the opportunity to scoot further away from him in the cot, unable to look him in the eyes.

You’ve pulled your knees to your chest and hidden your face in them, ashamed of the tears that spill down your cheeks again.

“I had a son.”

Arthur’s voice is not loud, not strong, not solid. You slowly raise your head, sniffling, to find him sitting with his elbows on his thighs and head hung low, staring at the dirt below his feet.

“…had?”

He nods, still not looking at you, “He ‘nd his mother were killed, long time ago. Robbery.”

You remain quiet, your gaze down to the ground also. 

“I wasn’t there.”

You wrap your arms tighter around your legs.

“Wasn’t there for any of it. Wasn’t there when he was born, barely there as he grew up, wasn’t there when he ‘nd his mother needed my protection.”

Arthur rubs tiredly over his eyes, his thigh bouncing slightly with something you recognize as agitation, anxiety. 

Fear.

It is several moments before he looks up at you again, swallowing before the low timbres of his voice fill the tent again.

“If you want this baby - I’ll be here. For all of it.”

-

You curl up on Arthur’s cot and try to sleep. At your obvious discomfort, he maintains a distance between you, pulling a chair in from outside and posting himself in it, pulling his hat over his head to try to get some sleep. 

Just before dawn, the pit in your stomach threatens to open up, and you toss the blanket from your body and pad outside, hurrying toward the treeline for what has become your normal. You’re able to make it a few trees back before you have to stop and hunch over to empty your stomach.

You wetly cough between heaving breaths, and it is not but a few minutes later that you feel his fingers grab into your hair, pulling it up as you vomit into the leaves below. 

You lean into the tree harder as you spit up the last of the bile in your belly. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you stumble slightly when you try to stand up, and Arthur’s hands find your waist quickly to maintain your upright position.

“C’mon there, sweetheart, let’s lay you down again.”

You don’t answer him, instead allowing him to guide you back to his tent as the first vestiges of the dawn overtake the sky. You let him help you lay down, you let him pull the blanket over your body. Exhausted, you finally fall asleep.

You awaken several hours later, when a hand presses to your forehead, checking for a temperature. Your eyes flutter open to see Abigail leaning over you, and you scramble to get up as she moves to the end of the cot to sit opposite of you.

Abigail takes your hand in your lap after a few terse moments. “Y’ wanna get rid of it? I can make that happen, but we gotta do it sooner than later.”

You look up at her, unable to stop the sheen of tears from glazing over your eyes. Tears escape and trail down your cheeks as your gaze moves from Abigail, sitting on the cot with you, across the small tent to Arthur, sitting on an old chair with his elbows on his knees.

Behind those blue eyes of his is a maelstrom, one you know he’s trying to hide from you. Arthur’s whispered voice echoes in your mind as he tells you the sorry tale of his own fatherhood. His loss, the indescribable hole in his heart full of regret and sorrow. Arthur’s gaze moves from you down to the ground.

You close your eyes as another wave of tears slides down your face, sighing loudly as you try to gather what little composure you have left. 

Finally, you look back to the woman gently rubbing your hand.

-

“Seen you hanging all over Arthur,” Grimshaw eyed your waist critically, “It’s his, ain’t it?”

There comes a time that you can’t hide it anymore - the swell of your belly just under your skirts. You’re sure the girls know - you’ve seen their eyes flit on your figure.

You continue to stare at the setting sun over the lake. Part of you wishes you had the wherewithal to respond, but you don’t have the strength to anymore.

Susan had clicked her tongue disapprovingly. “Idiots. The both of you.”

You avoid people. Get your chores done quickly. Don’t complain about not getting jobs. Arthur moved everything of yours into his tent, more permanently letting down the canvas sides.

From that very first day that you cowered in his cot away from his touch, Arthur had given you a wide berth since you pushed him away - hesitant, sleeping on either a chair or laying his bedroll on the ground.

You awaken many days before dawn, silently padding out to the wooded area south of the camp, far enough away that the rest of the folks couldn’t hear your retching. Several times in the beginning, Arthur follows you, and you angrily shoo him away before he stops tagging along behind you.

Over the weeks, your belly hardens, your breasts swell. You have to let out the waist of your skirt, and there is no hiding anything when the height of the summer finds Clemens - it’s so miserably hot that layers to hide your growing body must be shed or you’d sweat to death.

You’ve seen Dutch eye you. You’ve seen him argue with Arthur. You’ve seen Grimshaw join the fray. Hosea has been dropping ginger tea off to you in the morning with a gentle, knowing smile - it tasted terrible, but after the first few bracing sips, it did settle your stomach.

“Mind if I join y’ for a smoke?”

From the grassy spot you sit upon, you look up to find the widow Adler looking down at you. She’s shed her skirts and blouses in favor of work pants. Arthur had dragged her away from Pearson hollering some kind of awful and they returned with her much less agitated. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a braid, the scar above her eyebrow much more noticeable when she wasn’t wearing a hat.

You nod, looking back to the water, and the spurs of Sadie’s boots jingling as she pulls a matchbook from her trouser’s pocket.

“You know me, I ain’t gonna pussy foot about you. I know you ain’t gettin’ fat because of Pearson’s cookin’.” Sadie lights the cigarette between her teeth, continuing to talk through the process.

You remain silent, sitting there on the shoreline, arms looped around your knees, your skirts hiding your frame - your belly, swelling with child.

The match sizzles when she chucks it into the lake and takes a drag.

“Y’got a look about you that you ain't happy bout it.”

You frown, placing your forehead against your knees. “No,” you mumble into the fabric of your skirt.

She lets out a plume of smoke. Silence settles between you before you work up the courage to speak again.

“When they came to your ranch… did they… did-” you swallow, stuttering as your voice cracks.

Sadie drops the cigarette, mashing it into the ground under her boot.

“Yeah.”

You squeeze your eyes tightly shut, sighing before your voice cracks again,  “I… when we just got to Horseshoe - there was a house I was scopin’ a-and then… then an O’D-driscoll-” you start to sniffle as your vision clouds with tears.

Sadie does not meet your gaze, simply closing her eyes and breathing out her nose.

“And you're thinkin’ it's his.”

You nod, the tears slipping down your face. What a miserable excuse for an outlaw you are, weeping like a frail woman in front of someone who endured the same trauma.

She lets out a long, thoughtful breath, heavy with the weight of familiarity, “I know, better than most, that you ain't gonna listen to anyone, but y’know it's probably Arthur’s.”

You swallow, about to retort something back at her when she turns on her heel, her spurs jingling.

“You and he weren’t exactly subtle with what you were up to.” Her hand brushes your shoulder before she walks back toward the camp. You remain still, looking out over the lake with your arms wrapped around yourself.

“Best if you start lookin’ forward instead of lookin’ back. You’re only gonna find pain there.”

You look back toward her.

“Are you lookin’ forward?”

Sadie Adler turns halfway to look at you, her jaw set and eyes hard.

“No.”

-

You dream of blood. Of the overpowering richness and stifling warmth in the stale air of the tent. Of movement, people, murmuring voices, and hushed tones.

You dream of pain. You dream of being torn apart from the inside. You dream of screams, nearly inhumane, echoing in the tent.

You dream of Susan Grimshaw dabbing a damp rag over your head, a soft, pitying look on her face.

You dream of the women of camp surrounding you - of Abigail and Sadie, Tilly and Mary Beth. Karen, even Molly. Sadness, forlornness in their eyes.

Abigail holds a whimpering newborn in her arms, swaddled in a blanket.

The bundle is placed in your arms, and as you draw back the linen, the child’s features are revealed. Instead of Arthur’s dark honeyed hair and blue eyes, the babe has dark, dark hair and near-black eyes that blink up at you. Dark, cruel eyes that are nothing like your own.

Nothing like Arthur’s.

You rocket up in the cot, gasping, holding a hand to your breast to calm your racing heart. Your movement has awakened the other person in the tent, and Arthur shoots up from his bedroll on the ground, his head darting this way and that, looking for potential danger before realizing that you had been plagued by a nightmare.

“Sweetheart-” Arthur reaches toward your face to wipe the tears from your cheeks but you flinch and draw back further so that he cannot touch you.

“I just… I…” your voice stutters in the night, “P-Please don’t touch me.” 

His hand retracts from between you, “Course, darlin’.”

You gather the thin blanket around you closer, refusing to make eye contact with the man who has crawled closer to the cot from where his bedroll lay spread out on the ground. “Why are you doin’ this?”

“Doin’ what?” Arthur says quietly as he pushes himself up, from his knees to sit at the very end of the cot, opposite where you have curled yourself.

“This.” You gesticulate to the distance between you, then to his bedroll on the floor, “You shouldn’t be sleepin’ on the ground. You’re far too high up in this gang to be doin’ that.”

“You’re pregnant. I c’n sleep anywhere, don’t need a bed.” Arthur says, running his thumb over his bruised knuckles, also not making eye contact with you.

“I ain’t pregnant with-” You begin, clenching your fists in the blanket, your voice faltering.

“You are. Don’t start with this - you remember how many times we was stupid.” Arthur looks up, clenching his jaw and narrowing his eyes in a look of irritation before sighing, running his palm down his face against the exhaustion creeping in on him, “Look, sweetheart. I don’t know why you keep thinkin’ the baby’s his. We’ve been sleepin’ together for months.”

You turn your head away from him, setting your jaw. He doesn’t understand, how would he ever understand?

Arthur lets out a breath and moves from the floor up to sit at the opposite end of his old cot.

“But what if he is? What if this baby’s daddy is that O-”

“My daddy wasn't nothin’ but the man that made me.” He interjects, “Hosea and Dutch raised me more than my actual father did.” 

You glance at the mugshot placed on the wagon in the corner of the tent. Lyle Morgan stares at you, with unrepentant eyes, as if he were mocking you from the grave.

“If…if-” You stutter, your eyes watering over again as you draw your knees awkwardly to your chest, your belly getting in the way, The strap of your chemise slips down your shoulder, “If this baby is born and y’ see it’s h-his-”

“It doesn’t matter,” Arthur’s voice raises a bit, and as he realizes it, he slides closer to you on the cot, and grasps one of your hands in his own, his large, calloused hand engulfing yours, “I’m gonna be this child’s pa. Me. I’m gonna be that for the babe, and I’m gonna be that for you.”

You don’t fight his touch. Your eyes water over as you tightly close them, “I don’t know why you’d want another man’s-”

His thumb tenderly swipes your cheek, dashing the tears cascading from your eyes, “Cause I want you, sweetheart. ‘Nd anythin’ you create, it’s gonna be from you, and I want that too.”

You can’t hold back the sob from your throat as you crumble forward in the cot, Arthur winds his arms around you. You breathe in the musk of him - of leather and tobacco and safety.

And in the dim silence of the night, you allow it, burying yourself into his embrace, crying into his collarbone, your swollen belly pressed against his ribcage.