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bbunivxrse · 5 months

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AHHH I LOVED UR "HATED HIM" GOJO FIC ITS SO CUTEE🥹 I WANNA SEE A PART 2!! im curious will the reader date gojo or js continue to hate him lmao

❥ IMPROVEMENTS - SATORU GOJO

pairing: gojo x f!reader contents: pt 2 to this fic although you dont need to read it to understand this one. no warnings js fluff here !!! word count: 2.5k on the DOT a/n: HII NONNIE IM SSOOO HAPPY U LIKED IT!!! im sorry this took so long ive been busy with work and exams coming up :( hopefully i can post more often soon :((( ANYWAZ ENJOY

so maybe you don’t hate Satoru Gojo. not anymore. since that moment you shared with him, you thought everything would go back to normal, and for the most part it did. well, you think it did, but everyone else saw the changes clear as day.

as time passed, from an outside perspective it seemed like the two of you suddenly had a… “stable” friendship. both “stable” and “friendship” being used very very loosely. although gojo prefered “happy relationship” and “loving marriage”. the yelling matches (you yelling at gojo while he just sits there and smiles like an idiot) that used to occur multiple times daily went down to only once a day, if at all. you didn’t seem to shoo him away as much or rant about how annoying he is. it was almost like you were warming up to him.

if nobody knew what had happened between the two of you it would’ve seemed like a random switch that went off one day, except everyone did know what happened, cuz gojo’s big mouth went and told everyone the next fucking day. to escape being made fun of to no end, you told everyone you only kissed him so he’d shut up and there was no feelings beyond that, which was half true. the other half of you knew that being all bandaged up by him after a mission gone wrong, sitting in his bed while he tells you how much he cares about you, a man who’d usually piss you off and act all goofy. to see him like that was like a breath of really fresh air and kinda changed the way you saw him.

obviously he was still super annoying and pissed you off, but he seemed to finally get the memo and tuned it down so that it was actually manageable. his laugh was suddenly cuter, his face was less punchable and his flirting was almost starting to fluster you. almost. he still made those stupid comments and monologues for waaayy too long but he got a lot sweeter in his teasing and actions. he somehow found out what your favourite foods and places to eat were and bought you food after long days of school, training sessions and missions and took you to places around tokyo on outings “dates”. your friendship with him was finally tolerable.

waking up on a sunday morning, you hear the sound of buzzing from your phone on your bedside table.

incoming call from gojo.

its way too early for him to be bothering you already, but you know very well that if you don’t pick up now he’ll keep calling til you do. you silently curse shoko for giving him your number when he asked her, since he already knew you’d say no to him. “what do you want?” you answer his call, putting the phone to your ear as you sit up in bed. “good morning to you too i guess..” you can hear the pouting in his voice. “what are you up to today??”

“i’m training a bit with nanami and haibara later.” you check the clock on the table, mentally starting to plan when you’re gonna start getting ready to meet the two of them. “nanami!? why would you train with him!? he doesn’t know anything.” he seemed to completely tune out the second name you mentioned

“he knows more than you.” you laugh at his dramatic gasp over the phone, picturing the look on his face. “whateverrrr. you should train with me instead!”

“no.”

“what!? why not?? im soooo much better than him!” you can hear the passion in his voice and you begin to wonder how he can have so much energy so early in the morning, especially on a sunday. “please humble yourself, and i already told nanami i’d train with them anyway.” you glance back at your clock, continuing to consider how long you can stay in bed for. “fiiineee. we can train together next time. what’re you doing after that?”

“after training i’m gonna…” your voice trails off as you think back to earlier this week, trying to recall if you had made any other plans with anyone for today. “not doing anything later. i’m probably gonna go back to my dorm.” you confessed, forgetting exactly who you were on the phone with. “oh so you’re free later? perfect! we sh-“

“no, i’m not free. i’m going back to my dorm gojo. and i’m staying there. all day.” you make sure to give him the details of your plan to stay in your room so he doesn’t have any wiggle room to plan anything. “hmmmm.. okay! ill just come over then!”

“what?? n-“

“cyalaterbye!!” you hear the phone beep as he hangs up, now looking down at your lock screen. 'god he’s sooo annoying.'

getting out of bed after looking down at your clock again, you decide you have more than enough time to watch a bit of the show you’ve been catching up on. maybe about two and a half episodes?

checking the time halfway through the first episode, you decide you’re not in the mood to continue watching and you’ll watch a movie instead after training. you get up and begin getting ready for the scheduled training session you had, lightly fixing up your hair so you looked presentable and throwing on your uniform before heading out.

training with nanami and haibara went well, and you were all surprised gojo didn’t show up to bother you but you figured he was busy with his own thing. coming home you immediately threw your uniform onto the floor and went to take a shower, feeling all gross and sweaty. ‘ill pick it up later.’

you turn the water on, allowing it to get hot before stepping into the shower. you decided to use your favourite body wash that smelled like heaven in a bottle, the scent filling up the entire bathroom and making all the air around you smell like your favourite fragrance. you linger in the shower for a bit, the hot water feeling therapeutic against your skin. once you were done you headed back to your room, throwing on some comfy flared sweats and a random tank top from your wardrobe. looking in the mirror, the outfit was surprisingly cute, and really comfortable.

in a good mood from the nice shower and already feeling pretty after only putting on some random clothes, you decided to have fun and do some light makeup. maybe you’ll run a few errands later? you were a bit low on snacks at the moment.

finishing off your makeup with a pretty lipgloss, you look in your little snack drawer to see what you had left. some gum, a few candies and one bag of your favourite chips you’re planning to save. maybe it was time to restock.

you throw on a light jacket and grab your bag, gathering your essentials and getting your shoes on before leaving your dorm. you decided to go to the little convenience store only a few minutes away since they had all the snacks you like.

within a few minutes you made it to the store, picking out a bunch of snacks and candies you liked. as you were looking at the new flavours of candy they had, the bell by the door jingled as someone entered the store. “y/n!!” you heard a familiar voice behind you. “why are you here?? you said you were staying in your dorm. all day.” gojo mocks the tone you used with him on the phone earlier. “i changed my mind. why are you here?”

“satoru wanted to get some candy on the way home.” suguru appears from behind him, giving you a smile and a polite wave. “hmm.. they have a nice selection here, what do you think i should get?” gojo puts a hand to his chin as he looks through all the candies. “the sour green apple candy from this brand is really good. and the lemon flavour too, they’re my favourites.” you say as you point to the candies. “then they’re my favourites too,” gojo immediately picks up two of each flavour you recommended, before picking a few other candies he knows you like.

“you do not need all that sweetness. think about your health.” suguru grimaces at the amount of sweets in gojos hands. “i’m not gonna eat all of it! do you really think that low of me? i’m sharing with my girlfriend.” he plops his purchase on the counter for the cashier, smiling down at you “and i’m still coming over,”

“i didnt agree to that, nor do you have girlfriend.”

“don’t care,” gojo shrugs as he takes his bag full of your favourite candies, cheerfully skipping out the door followed by you and suguru. the two of you followed as he happily pranced down the street and back to school.

“you’re really not gonna leave me alone?”

“nope!” you and gojo stand outside your dorm as he waits for you to unlock the door. you sign at his persistence, grabbing your keys from your bag and opening the door. he had never actually been in your dorm before so this was like a new world to him. “kinda messy in here. you needa clean up a bit y/n” gojo steps inside as if it were his own house, yet looks around at your space as if he were at a museum. “do you ever shut up? and take your shoes off. don’t step on my nice carpet. if it gets dirty i will kill you.”

“yes ma’am.” he obeyed as if his life was truly in danger. you take off your own shoes, putting your jacket and bag away before plopping yourself on your bed. you watch gojo pace around your small dorm room, picking up random objects to inspect before humming and placing it back down. you know he should be monitored carefully while in proximity of your stuff but you really can’t be bothered to babysit right now and just allow him to stimulate himself.

after a few minutes of replying to missed texts from a few of your friends, you hear gojo sigh, dropping the bag of candy on the floor and placing his glasses alongside the makeup you put on earlier. you realize he hadn’t said a word for those few minutes. “you’re being too silent, what are yo-“ gojo fully drops himself on top of you, his hard head hitting your chest so hard you swear you heard a rib crack. “holy fucking shit you fatass, get off me!! you’re heavy.” you try to push him off you but he doesn’t budge. “but ‘m tired baby,” he whines as he made himself more comfortable on top of you. “i will kill you.”

“m‘kay..” gojo yawns, wrapping his arms around you. now you’re stuck, great. you honestly didn’t think the word ‘tired’ existed in gojo’s vocabulary since he somehow always has energy. you had never seen him sleep before, which sounds somewhat normal until you remember the overnight trips and missions you and your classmates went on frequently, where gojo never slept. or he never let anyone see him sleep. you didn’t really realize it until now, with him on your chest already seeming close to knocking out.

as much as it annoyed you that you couldn’t get up to eat the candy he’d bought for the two of you to have, you figured if you woke him up he’d just bother the shit out of you until you let him sleep again, and you honestly realize how cute he is when he’s quiet. sighing in defeat, you open up your laptop that you had left on your bed earlier and throw on a movie you had already wanted to watch today. “hm..? what’s that?” gojo mumbles as he’s half asleep. “the movie suguru recommended me the other day. the one about the samurai?”

“ohhh.” gojo turns his head away from the screen to rest on the other side of his head “that one sucks. and the main character dies.”

“ugh, spoiler warning next time??” you flick the top of his head as he laughs. you scroll through the selection of movies on the site, humming occasionally while adding interesting movies to your watch later list. eventually you find a random movie that you had never heard of but it looks interesting enough and decide to watch it. the large boy laying on top of you turns his head back to the screen once he hears the new film playing. this time he doesn’t say anything, but you notice his eyes struggling to stay open as he yawns literally every waking minute.

“gojo why don’t you go back to your dorm to sleep? you can barely keep your eyes open,” you giggle at him as he tries to look offended but clearly doesn’t have to energy to. “mn-mm. ‘m watchin… with my wife.” he yawns mid sentence. “well i’m not your wife, soooo…”

“you are my wife… we’re married… you remember.” you know he normally only says stuff like that to get under your skin, but sometimes it sounds like he truly believes it, which is a bit scary. you can’t even pay attention to the movie with how hard you’re contemplating to get him off you and in his own bed, but it seems there’s truly no solution. he’s a freakishly tall and muscular man with 100% of his body weight on top of you, so you obviously can’t push him off. and he clearly wont willingly get up, and you know you can’t convince him to get up, so you begin to accept that you might actually be stuck here.

“ill let you stay if you grab the bag of candy for me,” gojo seems to be too tired to remember that there’s nothing you can do to force him to leave and he easily could’ve refused. he lazily throws the bag onto the bed beside you before plopping himself right back where he was before. “now lemme stay.” you roll your eyes instinctively, grabbing the bag and picking out one of the candies gojo had picked for you. he lets out one last yawn before allowing his tiredness to consume him.

as you open up the sweets and start eating, you look down at gojo. you never really took a moment to actually realize how pretty he really is, and especially how cute he looks while he sleeps. as creepy as that sounds. you think it’s because his mouth is finally shut and he’s not saying the most annoying sentences he can come up with, or constantly blabbering to you about stuff you never asked him about and have no interest in. you honestly didn’t mind this heavy man peacefully asleep on top of you as you eat candy and watch a movie. it was quite nice, actually. maybe you’ll start to allow gojo to do things like this more often.

i really had no idea how to end this :SOB: but it turned out well i hope. pls send requests btw i have ZERO idea what to write neext

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ithebookhoarder · 8 months

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A Whole Latte Love to Give 🍁 (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Description: You hate running late to work as it means you don't have time to stop for coffee - and what's worse, it's your favourite coffee season too.

A/N: It's Autumn and I'm a coffee addict so this felt right 😅 In fact, if anyone brings me coffee in the morning they are automatically my favourite for life 💕

Warnings: Swearing, references to smut, I think that's it.

Masterlist

You hated running late.

It was frustrating and meant you had to sprint to make sure you made it to the subway on time to get across town to your office. You’d also then end up arriving with your hair all over the place, out of breath, and normally dripping with an uncomfortable amount of sweat.

That alone would have been bad but when your boyfriend/boss had the super nose of a blood hound, it actually made you want to curl up into a ball and melt into the carpet.

Needless to say, you were having one of those days today. The alarm hadn’t gone off and you had barely had enough time to put a comb through your hair, let alone grab some form of breakfast, or more importantly, coffee.

You were embarrassed to admit how heavily you’d come to rely on the caffeinated beverage but honestly? It was all that kept you running most days. Besides, this was New York. People here were used to drinking it like it was water - which is to say you were struggling by the time you made it up the stairs to Nelson & Murdock. Worse still was the fact that you’d passed your favourite coffee shop on the corner as you’d sprinted to make it to your first meeting of the day.

The bright fall leaves glued in the window were mocking you as they declared the arrival of the season and with it, their drinks menu - including your favourite drink of all time: a pumpkin spice latte.

Yeah, that particularly stung as you had to physically drag yourself away, knowing you didn’t have the time. Damn it.

You’d have to wait til lunch to treat yourself and mark a start to your favourite season - a thought that had you grumbling to yourself as you finally made it up the stairs and to your office.

Thankfully, it was quiet when you pushed the door open and managed to drop your bag at your desk. No clients were sat waiting for you, ready to berate you for clocking in a whole five minutes late, which was a huge relief.

In fact, the only other person who appeared to be in the office at all was Matt - and even he seemed to have only just arrived, given the fact he hadn’t even taken off his coat yet. How strange. Normally he’d have been here a good twenty minutes or so already, having barely stopped long enough at his apartment for a quick power nap.

Maybe he was also running late this morning?

“Morning, Matt,” you sighed, by way of greeting. “Sorry, my stupid phone didn’t charge last night so I missed my alarm. I only woke up because the asshole builders outside my place decided to start construction a whole hour earlier than normal, which is a pain but kinda saved my ass in the end. I mean, thanks to them I at least had time to brush my teeth but that was it if I was going to make the subway- Oh!“

You stopped.

You stared down at your desk, surprised to see the steaming plastic cup sitting waiting for you. You were even more surprised to see your name scribbled on top, as well as your order printed on the side: a large Pumpkin Spice Latte.

“Is this for me?” you blinked, turning your gaze across the room. “You got me coffee?”

“I figured you wouldn’t have time,” Matt shrugged, in true Matt fashion. He always underplayed it whenever he did something for you. He never saw it as a big deal, whether it was taking a bullet for you or just grabbing your dry-cleaning. “You’re always in before I am unless you’re alarm fails to go off so… I grabbed you a coffee when I grabbed myself one. Don’t worry about it.”

“But … you got my favourite? You remembered?”

Matt laughed, holding his hand over his chest as he gasped in mock hurt. “Your surprise wounds me, sweetheart.”

“Oh, hush. It takes more than that to hurt the big bad Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, Matty.”

“Well, I don’t know about that. You’re kind of my weak spot.”

His admission tugged at your heart and it was hard to hide the resulting grin, especially when he followed the words by stealing a kiss and pulling you into his arms.

This was always the best part of your morning routine, stealing a moment together before Foggy and Karen arrived. Just a perfect moment of peace, where nothing else existed other than the two of you. It was as if the world had stopped, just for a second, and there was no crazy crime bosses trying to kill you both, bills to pay, or clients in need of your help.

You were simply two people in love, starting another day at work with a cup of coffee.

“Have I told you today that you’re the best?” you hummed.

“Not today, I don’t think.”

“Well then, I’m telling you now. You’re my hero - my coffee grabbing hero.”

“At your service,” Matt chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “But, you do know there’s an easier solution to this, right? One that would cut your commute in half and allow you ample time to get coffee in the morning?”

“Oh, what’s that? Super speed? Or are you going to show me how to parkour my way across rooftops?”

“Actually… I was thinking you could move in with me?”

You stopped.

Your head lifted so you could look him right in the eye. For a second you couldn’t tell if you’d misheard him or even just imagined it. “Are - are you serious?”

“As a heart attack,” he teased, his nerves showing as he waited for your answer. “Which is incidentally what you’ll have if you keep on drinking nothing but coffee all the time.”

“You are such a hypocrite, Murdock-”

“So what? That a deal breaker?”

“No,” you gasped, meaning every word. It was true. There was no force on earth that could drive you away from the man you were blessed to call your own. “I think, that actually sounds like a pretty good idea to me.”

“Wait, is that a yes?”

“Yes, Matt. It’s a yes.”

It was about a week later that you finally made the move a reality.

You spent the Saturday, assisted by a giddy Foggy and Karen, moving your boxes up the flights of stairs to Matt's apartment. They were only too eager to facilitate the pair of you finally moving in together (a fact proven by the fact you caught Foggy handing Karen a $50 bill. She had apparently bet you'd move in together before the end of the year).

"I had you down for six months ago," Foggy had grumbled, rolling his eyes at Karen's triumphant cheers. "Not my fault you two move at the pace of a glacier."

Still, you knew he was only joking. He was second only to Matt in his enthusiasm, helping move your worldly belongings about the apartment that was now also your home.

"I'm just going to run down and grab the last box from the van," you called, stepping out into the hallway and leaving the three of them to it.

However, you'd only made it a step when you heard someone calling your name.

"Y/N? Is that you?"

You turned and smiled at the kindly elderly woman who you knew to be Matt's closest neighbour. "Hi there, Mrs Manning."

You'd run into her a few times since you and Matt had started dating. She was a kind old soul who had been widowed sometime last year. Now, it was just her and her cat Tigger who resided in their apartment - and she had a real soft spot for your boyfriend.

"You doing ok?"

"Fine, thank you, dear," she smiled, gesturing to the few cardboard boxes still sat by the front door. "Those yours?"

"Uh, yes," you nodded awkwardly, sliding your hands into your pockets, “I’m actually moving in.”

"Well, finally. It was about time," she teased, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Now I can have you both over for dinner. It'll be nice for me and for that darling boy in there to have some company. He always spends too much time alone. I swear, he is wasting away - never any meat on those bones of his."

"We'd love to come to dinner," Matt answered smoothly, opening the door and popping his head out with a stealth you still couldn't get used to. He must have heard you talking from the other side of the door. "And don't worry, Mrs Manning, we'll both take good care of each other."

"Good good - and don't worry, I'll have my music playing nice and loud for most of the night so make all the noise you need," she teased, winking cheekily at the pair of you before turning back towards her apartment.

You and Matt were left standing there, speechless.

"I'll see you lovebirds later."

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allzelemonz · 9 months

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Hate Feels Good: Javier Escuella X Male Reader

Pronouns: None Mentioned, Implied masculinity Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut, violence Warnings: Hate sex, rough sex, anal fingering, anal sex, marking, bite marks, kissing, insults, bottom Javier and top Reader Summary: After a job gone wrong you’re stuck in a cabin with the member of the gang you happen to despise the most, Javier Escuella.

In retrospect, it was a terrible idea to listen to Uncle. The man and his terminal lumbago got a tip, slinked away to let everyone else risk their necks, and now you’re stuck hiding from the law until the heat dies down. Might not be so bad if everyone stayed together, but Charles and Arthur were on the other side of the tracks and there was no time to get the horses over. So you’re trapped with Javier and the nagging field of hatred that envelopes both of you.

You’re not entirely sure where it comes from and you don’t really have the energy to care. Javier is annoying, a bully at best. He might play the guitar with a pretty voice but that doesn’t earn him praise. Most days, you avoid him, but it’s not most days.

“Third patrol I’ve seen go by.” He says, peeking out of the window. “Might be here ‘til morning.”

You sigh, your head leaning back against the wall as you sit by the door. He looks at you, giving a dismissive expression before he walks back to the small bed and falls into it. You look up at the ceiling, mind playing through the robbery. You and Charles took the cargo cars, Javier and Arthur took the passengers. Everything was fine until…

“Who shot first back there?” You ask, looking at Javier. “Didn’t see any law until a few minutes after the first shot.”

Javier doesn’t move as he speaks. “There was a deputy, I shot him.”

“Couldn’t have used those knives you like so much, kept it quiet?”

“You trying to blame me?” He asks, sitting up.

You shrug. “Law wouldn’t have heard us if you were a little quieter.”

“You wanna start something, puto?”

“Shut up, Escuella.”

He stands. “Why don’t you make me?”

“Fuck off.” You sigh, your head falling back against the wall again.

You don’t hear his footsteps as he nears, but the knife on your throat and his fist balling into your shirt makes you more than aware that he’s kneeled down to your level. This isn’t the first time, but Dutch is usually around to break you up.

“You’re always starting something with me, cabrón.” He presses his blade into your skin enough to sting. “Maybe I will use the knife. Keep it quiet so no one knows, say you got shot by the law.”

You stare at him, halfway scared he may actually slit your throat. “Watch your temper, Escuella.”

“Watch your mouth, asshole.”

For a moment, your eyes are locked as you glare at each other and for a split second you feel a trickle go down your neck but before you can register much of it, Javier surges forward and forces his lips to yours. You still, unable to register a man you hate kissing you, and it gives him the opportunity to remove his knife and replace it with his hand. He grips your throat, squeezing as he guides you to the floor with his lips not leaving yours for more than a second. You begin to oblige him, kissing back against his soft lips and easily opening your legs for him to settle between.

“Only thing you’re gonna be saying is my name, puto.” He mutters against your lips.

You hate that you can’t hold back the gasp as his hips grind into yours, feeling his dick through his pants as it brushes yours. It makes him smile before he pushes his tongue past your teeth. For a moment you think about biting down on it, but you don’t want him to stop what he’s doing for a second, instead you settle for digging your nails through his shirt as you grip hard at his waist and pull him against you more.

His hand leaves your throat and he starts at your shirt, fumbling for buttons until he can press his hands against your chest. They wander over your pecs, squeezing lightly all around until he trails down to your pants. You get a moment to focus as he moves to kiss your neck, it ends up being more biting than kissing. Your fingers fly over the buttons of his vest, eager to see his thin frame without clothes in the way. He helps you, sitting up to pull off his vest and shirt while his hips move down against you.

“You feel bigger than I thought you’d be.” He mutters as he presses down against you and grinds back and forth.

“Shit, Escuella.” You breathe, your head falling back as your dick rubs against the hard fabric of your pants.

You look up in time to see him toss his shirt away, his thin shoulders moving as he does and making you thrust up idly. He covers you again, adjusting this time so he’s sitting on your waist, his ass now grinding against you as he hunches to meet your lips again. Your teeth clash a bit before he lets you explore his mouth this time and your hands move to his hair to tug out the ponytail so you can pull at it. He groans when you do, digging himself back against your clothed dick.

It seems you have both forgotten why you started this in the first place.

Javier sits up again, fumbling with his pants as you move to do the same. He pulls his off entirely, leaving him bare above you, but he stops you from removing yours. Instead, he settles back down and presses his fingers to your mouth as he returns to biting at your neck. You take them slowly, coating them in spit and groaning around them when Javier starts to bite at your chest instead. After a particularly harsh bite to your collarbone, he pulls his fingers from your mouth and you watch with great interest as he moves them behind himself.

And he whimpers when he pushes his own fingers inside of his hole.

Your mouth falls open at the sight. His back arches, his free hand resting on your stomach for support as he fucks himself open on top of you. You can’t decide where to look because everywhere is a damn sight. His face is scrunched in focus as little noises escape his lips, but his hand digs at the skin of your stomach and it looks so damn good that you want to see it around your dick, but the movements of his hips are what you settle on. He makes little ruts as his hand does most of the work to fuck himself open for you, but the little twitches are enough to keep you invested. His dick bounces slightly as he moves, slapping up against his stomach lightly with each little jut of his hips. Maybe you’d get to see the real show some other time. The thought of Javier spread out in front of you, his legs open so you can see his hole stretch as his fingers do their work, it makes your breath hitch.

“Like what you see, puto?” He breathes.

Your eyes move back up to his face and you meet his eyes. Even if you didn’t think you were about to fuck him, the fact that Javier is staring down at you while he fucks himself on his fingers is enough to make you happy with the night. But you still hate the bastard, even if he looks pretty in the low light as he bounces.

“I’ve seen better.” You mutter the lie, making sure your voice doesn’t betray you.

Javier leans down, draping himself over you and connecting your lips in a harsh kiss again. He doesn’t stop fucking himself, his hips still moving with his hand and making his dick drag along your stomach. You press your hands harshly onto his ass and pull enough to spread his cheeks apart, making him whine. His arm brushes against yours as he picks up his pace and his lips move to your ear.

“Come on, puto, fuck me.” He whispers, his voice too high a pitch to resist.

You bend your leg, pushing to give yourself the momentum to roughly flip Javier onto the floor. His hand leaves his hole as he catches himself and he rolls onto his stomach, not resisting as you climb behind him. Your hands grip his hips and he arches his back automatically like some whore. For a moment you just look down at his fucked open hole, his cheeks hiding most of it. You move your hands to spread them again so you can look properly. And damn, Javier looks so open and fucked with a bit of wet spit around his rim that you can’t help it when your hand fumbles for your pants.

You’re lined up in a matter of seconds and pushing inside. You watch every inch disappear inside of the man beneath you, slowly pulling his hips back into you and making him do the work. Javier moans shamelessly, not hiding a hint of the whorish sound. He props himself up on his elbows and presses back until you’re fully settled inside of him. If it was anyone else, you’d let them adjust, but after all the teasing and your underlying sick desire to hurt him a little, you start fucking him right away.

Javier has to dig his arms and level his shoulders to keep himself up. You snap your hips into him, your balls slapping against him and jostling in a way that feels so damn good when paired with Javier’s tight heat. Your nails dig into his hips more with every thrust and you speed up with every whimper and moan Javier lets out. His arms give out after a while and he slumps onto the hard floor, his hips only held up by you as you continue to drive into him. You don’t stop him when he reaches under himself and starts pumping, you just watch the obscene motion of his arm in tandem with your dick disappearing into him.

He releases first, his voice high as he whines something out in Spanish. His arm slows gradually and he focuses on rocking back into you, seemingly unbothered by any kind of overstimulation. You lean into him a bit for your last few thrusts, pushing him down against the floor so you can bury yourself in deep as you cum. You give idle, tiny thrusts as you’ve both settled flat and you kiss his shoulder mindlessly.

Javier’s breathing is heavy as he groans. “Fuck you, puto.”

It sounds half hearted and you only suck on his neck in response. He doesn’t do anything to stop it, letting his body stay limp underneath you. You hum against his skin and nuzzle your nose slightly into his back, not fully wanting to leave his warmth no matter how much you despise the bastard.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #red dead redemption x male reader #red dead redemption x reader #x reader #x male reader #javier escuella #javier escuella x reader #javier escuella x male reader

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immortal-imagines · 9 months

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The Question

Summary: She wants him to commit, but is he ready? (Joel Miller x Reader) Warnings: Swearing, angst Word Count: 961 A/N: Just a little Joel oneshot for you before the new Sabotage chapter! Hope you like it! Based on a TikTok I watched today!

“Where are you going?”

“Away from you!”

“Please!”

“Stop it Joel!”

“It’s midnight. Let’s talk about this. Wait til the morning.”

He reached out to grab her hand as she flung her bag over her shoulder, stuffed hastily with clothes. She recoiled, snatching her arm back.

“Don’t touch me.”

He shrunk back, sinking onto the bed. The looks she gave him was one he’d never seen before. Pure fire and rage.

“Please,” he said, quieter this time, softer.

She ran her hand through her hair. “Joel.” She shook her head, run out of words to say. “Please don’t follow me.”

The apartment door opened and closed. She was gone.

Joel let his head fall back on the mattress, the mattress they’d bought together, just a year before. The mattress he’d held her in his arms while she slept, kissed her, loved her.

She was sick of his indecisiveness. His unwilling to commit. And he didn’t blame her. Why would someone stick around when he couldn’t give her the life she wanted. The life she deserved. She wanted marriage and kids and a home. He wanted those things too, but fuck if the thought didn’t terrify him. All he wanted to do was take care of her, but his fear had gotten in the way and now she was gone.

He stared at the ceiling. Fuck. He’d really done it this time.

He must’ve drifted off because when he opened his eyes, sunlight bled through the curtains. And the empty space next to him reminded him with an awful twang that she was gone. He ran his hands over his face, sitting up and assessing the room. Her stuff was everywhere. She’d been in such a rush, she’d barely taken anything. All over one stupid fight. She’d asked him if he could see them with kids and he shrugged. He grunted. Said nothing, like he always did.

“Fuck.”

He grabbed his keys. It took seconds for him to reach the door and start the truck. He didn’t think, just let instinct lead him. He knew where she’d be. He knew what he had to do.

Her family’s lake house was only a half an hour drive, but he pushed the truck to its limit, taking corners like they were nothing. He was mad at himself that he’d let her go for this long. She’d said not to follow, but how could he just let her go.

His hair stuck up at odd angles and he was still in the clothes he’d slept in, but he didn’t care. That wasn’t the priority. She was.

He sped past shops, houses, neighbourhoods. The kind she hoped they’d live in one day. Out of their pokey apartment and into a place they could call their own. He’d make a crib for their child, teach them how to throw a ball and ride a bike.

You don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone. Joel hated the cliché phrase, but it was true. He could see his life so clearly with her. The moment that door slammed it was like the future he could have flashed in front of him. The yard, the home, the wife, the kids. Why had he been so afraid?

He made it to the forest and the dirt track that lead to the house. He could see the lake in the distance. His heart skipped a beat and the little box in his pocket suddenly felt extremely heavy. He’d had it for a year or so now, but never plucked up the courage to ask. Or maybe he was afraid she’d say no. His pride got the better of him. But when she walked out, he knew what he wanted.

The truck kicked up plumes of dust, as it tore towards the lake. Towards her. He went over and over again in his head what he was going to say.

“I’m sorry.”

“I love you.”

“Please don’t go.”

“Be my forever.”

He wasn’t one for soppy cards or words of affection. He liked to show his love. But now, actions weren’t going to cut it. She needed to hear how he felt.

He parked up next to her car. It was like he blinked and he was at the front door, hand raised ready to knock. His stomach was in knots. Just do it. So he did. Two sharp knocks.

“Go home, Joel.” Her voice was muffled behind the door.

“Need t’ talk t’ you,” he said. When he was met with silence, he added, “Please.” It wasn’t as desperate as the night before. More of a request than a plea. The door creaked, just slightly ajar, and he saw her face appear in the crack.

“I said don’t follow me.”

“Y’know I’m no good at listening,” he gave her a half smile, hoping to defuse the tension and get her to open the door just a bit wider. It worked. The door swung fully open. She stood, arms crossed, in the threshold with a look of pure thunder.

“Go on,” she said, one eyebrow raised, “What do you want?”

Now or never.

Joel got down on his knee. It wasn’t how he pictured it, but then again none of this ever was. Her face dropped and her hands shot to her face.

“What are you doing?”

“Look, I know I’m no good at this soppy shit. I’m not good at anythin’ right now.” He sighed, looking at the ground. “I shoulda done this a long time ago.” He took the box out of his pocket and opened it. His eyes met hers. Tears ran down her cheeks.

“I don’t want you to do this just because I want it. I want you to want it too.”

“Never been more certain, babygirl.”

#joel miller #joel miller imagine #joel miller x reader #pedro imagine #pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x reader #joel miller smut #pedro #pedro pascal smut

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honeypiehotchner · 1 year

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man after midnight (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- one shot

Happy New Year! I had this idea on NYE when I remembered I’ve never had a New Year’s kiss lol. Here’s to Hotch giving us a New Year’s kiss instead 🥰

Summary: The team goes out for a New Year’s Eve party and it ends in the best way possible.

Warnings: mostly none, besides alcohol consumption (be responsible!), otherwise pure fluff to start out the new year right :))

WC: ~1.9k

All you did was mention once that you have never gone to a New Year’s Eve party, and look where you’ve ended up.

At a karaoke bar on December 31st with your entire team from the BAU — even Hotch.

It’s different having Hotch here too. You’ve gone out with Derek, Emily, JJ, Penelope, and sometimes Spencer and Rossi before, but never Hotch. You’ve always been grateful for Hotch not partaking in the team outings because he does not need to see you drunk. You start talking too freely and spilling secrets.

It’s how the girls found out about your crush on Hotch. Thank god Derek was in the restroom when you said it. He’d tease you relentlessly. The girls do, but not in front of Hotch, like you know Derek would.

Needless to say, you’re watching your alcohol intake — and the table of profilers is noticing.

“Are you feeling alright, momma?” Derek asks with a nudge to your arm.

“Hm? What? Yeah, why?” You try to cover your nerves with a grin, but it doesn’t work.

Hotch is across the table from you, talking with Rossi, directly in your line of sight, and it’s unnerving. Hotch just had to wear his black button up tonight, the one you love to see him in. You practically drooled the first time he wore it. That was embarrassing when Emily caught you staring.

“Something’s bothering you,” Derek says. He gestures to your glass of wine. “You’ve been nursing that for an hour.”

He’s right, and you’ve barely had half the glass. You desperately don’t want to make a fool of yourself, not in front of Hotch. You’re already doing karaoke later. That’s enough, right?

Apparently it isn’t, because Emily comes back to the table with the bartender in tow. “We’re doing shots!” she announces. “Everyone — even you two!” She points to Rossi and Hotch with a stern look.

Hotch tries to fight her on it, but the bartender still pours him a shot. You reluctantly take yours. It’s a slippery slope once you start doing shots, but if everyone is doing them, you might as well.

“On three, we clink,” Penelope says, grinning. “Ready?”

You can’t help but watch Hotch standing across from you. He smiles warily at you and tips his shot glass in a tiny salute of solidarity. He has looked nervous this whole night, too, but he never goes out. He’s so far out of his comfort zone.

“One, two, three!” Everyone toasts and taps the shot on the table before tossing it back.

It’s far too smooth going down. Warm, barely there, and you’re useless when it comes to resisting a second. And third.

“Okay, we should slow down,” Spencer says. You’re surprised he did all three. “If we want to maximize our—”

“Kid, kid,” Derek cuts him off with a laugh. “Quit doing statistics. Let loose.”

“I am loose. I just had three shots!”

They bicker back and forth for a few moments and you watch on with a smile, floating from the quick succession of shots. Thank god you weren’t tipsy before doing those.

You catch Hotch’s eyes across the table and widen your smile, almost involuntarily. He smiles back, and moves to come over to you.

Shit shit shit. The shots were fun, you feel slightly less anxious, but you can’t talk to him like this. You’ll say something ridiculous! Like how handsome he looks tonight, how sexy he looked taking those shots, how—

“How are you?” Hotch asks, whiskey glass in hand. He ordered a double and has been taking his time with it.

“Good,” you reply, blinking too quickly. He’s closer than you thought. Or maybe that’s just the alcohol. “How are you doing? You don’t normally come out for these things.”

He laughs a little. “Definitely not my usual Saturday night,” he says.

“Wait ‘til we start singing,” you blurt. “Then it really gets crazy.” You remember the one time Derek started essentially stripping onstage before Penelope drug him off. And the time Spencer sang “My Heart Will Go On” in the most screeching voice ever, just to make Derek lose his mind.

“I bet,” Hotch smiles. “Will you be singing?”

“Me?” you buffer, letting out a weak laugh. “Oh, I don’t— I mean, maybe, I’d need a song. I don’t have a go-to like everyone else.”

He shrugs. “I’m sure you’ll find something.” He takes a sip of his whiskey, smirking around the glass.

“You little shit!” you blurt. “You just want to see me look ridiculous!”

“Me? No, never.”

“Unbelievable,” you scoff playfully, picking up your wine glass. You’re this far gone, might as well go all in with everyone else. “Are you gonna sing?”

Ha! Gotcha! you think as his cheeks redden. “No,” he stammers, laughing. “I don’t sing.”

“Karaoke isn’t about being a good singer.”

“Yeah, but—”

“No buts,” you shake your head. “Pick a song, Hotchner. You’re singing.”

Emily eyes you two curiously and moves closer to JJ and Spencer. Conveniently, everyone has split into little groups, leaving you alone with Hotch. And you can’t help yourself.

It doesn’t help that he’s drinking just as much alcohol. His cheeks are beginning to have a permanent red tint. His smile is wider. He leans toward you when he talks. You’re a goner when he orders more whiskey for himself and another wine for you, knowing the exact kind you’re drinking despite not being here yet when you first ordered.

“Is this your first New Year’s Eve party?” you ask him, speaking over the current karaoke singer.

“First in a longgg time,” he says. “You?”

“First ever.”

“No. Really?”

“Really really.”

“Not even in college?”

“I wasn’t exactly popular enough in college to get invited out,” you laugh. “I bet you went to all of them.”

“No,” he shakes his head, but you know he’s fibbing. “Just some. I mean, my friends made me—”

“You so were popular in college!” you lean into him and shove his shoulder. “My god. Aaron Hotchner, the popular kid. Were you in a fraternity? Please say no. I don’t wanna know. No, right?”

He grins. “I wasn’t.”

You deflate from relief. “Thank god.”

“Have you picked a song yet?”

“Have you?”

“No, I’ve been busy,” he says with a shrug. “What’s your excuse?”

“I’ve also been busy.”

“With what?”

“I dunno. Ask the guy who’s been flirting with me for the past hour.”

He raises his eyebrows and you sober up for exactly one moment, scolding yourself. You did not just accuse your boss of flirting with you. Absolutely not. You’re a ridiculous mess of a fool.

Instead of telling you you’ve got it all wrong and apologizing for the mixed signals, Hotch only moves closer. “I’ll have a word with him, don’t worry.”

Oh god. You’re going to melt into the floor. He’s practically touching you and god you want him to.

As soon as the two of you have been staring into each other’s eyes for too long to be deemed friendly, the rest of the group reappears to discuss karaoke songs.

Somehow, you’re shoved onstage with Emily, JJ, and Penelope to sing “Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie!” by ABBA. You’re not even aware of what you’ve agreed to until the music starts, and the girls have mischievous grins on their faces.

You mainly focus on the girls to keep your nerves down while you sing, but soon you get the courage to look out into the audience. And Hotch is already looking at you.

As the chorus comes up, you decide to keep his gaze, hoping some switch will flip. It’s obvious both of you want a move to be made. Who will make it is still to be seen.

Once your song finishes, Derek drags Spencer onstage for one. You return to your spot by Hotch, right up against him, and he welcomes your presence, wrapping an arm loosely around your shoulders. If he wasn’t there for you to lean against, you would’ve melted into the floor.

“He’s really good,” you whisper, but you know it comes out louder than it should. You’re far too tipsy to whisper.

“Not as good as you were up there,” Aaron whispers back, leaning his head down so his lips are by your ear. It sends a shiver down your spine.

“Are you gonna get up there?”

He laughs, shaking his head, and he pulls you closer. “No, no I’m not.”

“Asshole,” you laugh, smacking his chest. “Well, I’m glad you came. Tonight. It’s been nice having you here.” You lean your head on his chest where you smacked him. His heart beats fast. “Why don’t you ever come out?”

You feel him shrug. “I didn’t know if I was welcome.”

You tilt your head upwards. “Really?” He nods. “Come on, Hotch, you’re always welcome.”

He looks down at you and smiles. He doesn’t say anything, but he pulls you closer, as if he can, leaving you to wrap your arms around his waist.

A few more songs are done before it’s five minutes to midnight, and the countdown is on the TV. Penelope finds her way into Morgan’s arms, of course, and the others are readying their shots.

“You know,” you start, glancing up at him. “I’ve never had a New Year’s kiss.”

Hotch chuckles, looking down at you. “Well, we’ll have to fix that.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” he nods, shifting to wrap his arms around you better, resting his hands on your hips. “If you want to.”

“Of course I want to,” you blurt, maybe a little too quickly. “Sorry, yes. Yes, I’d like to.”

“Don’t apologize,” he grins.

You rest your hands on his arms, taking him in. Thank god for the alcohol, otherwise you’d be too aware of the team standing not that far from you. You’ll both hear about this tomorrow, definitely, but right now you’re not worried about that.

The countdown draws closer, 30 seconds more. 30 seconds of staring at each other, wondering if this will actually happen.

And it does, because he’s been wanting to do this for months, but never had the right time -- or the courage. Or the hint that you felt the same way. You’re far better at composing yourself than he is. He has no idea how you haven’t seen him blushing and fumbling his words.

“Now or never,” you joke, as it gets down to 10 seconds. “If you want to.”

“Of course I do,” Aaron echoes you from earlier. “Come here.”

The clock strikes midnight and your hands fall into place on either side of Aaron’s face. You both sigh into the kiss, a long time coming, and perfect now that it’s here. Cheers for the new year erupt all around the two of you as you stay in each other’s embrace, stealing kiss after kiss, not wanting the moment to end.

Derek Morgan’s infamous whistle breaks through the noise, leaving you and Hotch in a mess of laughter.

“Took you long enough, boss man!” Morgan yells, despite Penelope playfully swatting at him to stop.

“I agree,” you tease, tilting your gaze back up at Aaron. “Took you long enough.”

He laughs, and steals another kiss through your grin.

#aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fanfic #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fluff #hotch x fem!reader #hotch x reader #hotch x you #hotch fluff #hotch fanfiction #hotch fanfic #criminal minds #criminal minds fluff

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devildom-moss · 6 months

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For the flash requests, maybe sfw 10 with raphael? He'd be adorable drunk I know it

Agreed! I got a little suggestive with this one, but given the prompt and that it's still SFW, I hope you don't mind anon.

1 year anniversary flash request event - SFW

(Raphael x gn!MC)

Prompt 10 – Drunk/Tipsy

“It sure was nice of Diavolo to give you this. . . entire case of Demonus, but why did you call? You said it was urgent.” You looked around Raphael’s room. Among his mess of sewing supplies, books, documents, and about a dozen spears, was a large case of a dozen bottles of premium Demonus. Raphael had already gone through two bottles by himself.

“It is urgent. I urgently needed to see you. You can’t expect me to enjoy Demonus this good alone, right?” Raphael flashed one of those handsome grins he kept hidden for special psychological warfare and manipulation, and you knew you were done for.

“I would have taken time to dress better if you had just told me that you wanted a drinking buddy.” You rolled your eyes and plopped down next to Raphael, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor.

“No need. You already look good – good enough to tempt an angel.” He smiled and handed you a glass. He filled your glass half-way with an eerily steady hand. “Hey, MC, have you ever slept with a seraphim?”

“Excuse me?” You were shocked by his bluntness – which said a lot as far as Raphael was concerned.

“Ahaha, just kidding,” he teased, leaning towards you until his shoulder bumped into yours. “Now drink your Demonus. You have to catch up.”

“You do know Demonus doesn’t work on humans, right?”

“Really? Oh no,” Raphael pouted and dropped his head, staring intensely at the glass in his hands. When he popped his head back up, a smile was plastered on his face. “Well, what do you say you get drunk on me instead?”

Raphael crawled over you and straddled your hips. He took a sip of his Demonus, holding it in his mouth, before he dipped down and kissed you. He prodded at your lips with the tip of his tongue until you opened your mouth for him. With that, he pushed some of the Demonus into you, teasing you with his tongue and waiting until you swallowed before he pulled away with a boyish chuckle.

“How was that?” Raphael stared down at you, clearly delighted with his playful antics.

“No one warned me you were a flirty drunk.” You wiped your lips.

“Hey, don’t wipe my kiss off,” Raphael complained and placed another kiss on your lips – this one far more chaste than the previous. Yet, when he pulled back, he had the same content look on his face. “And, of course, they didn’t warn you. Y’know why?”

“Because only Michael and Lucifer can match your tolerance?” you guessed.

“No.” Raphael shook his head, paused, and then tilted it to the side like a confused puppy. “Or yes? But no. The real reason is a secret. A big one. Not even Michael knows it. Wanna know?”

“Are you sure you should be telling me your drunken secrets?” you asked, almost pitying him in his current state.

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes. I wanna tell you most of all.” Raphael leaned down to whisper in your ear. “It’s ‘cause I’ve never felt this way before. You’re the first.”

“Aw, really?” You couldn’t hold back your surprised smile.

“Mhm. I like you so, so much.” Raphael nuzzled into your neck and wrapped his arms around you. He lowered himself until he was comfortably sitting on your lap. With an unusual affection in his voice, he whispered against your skin, “I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone ‘til I met you, and now I wanna kiss you all the time. I wanna kiss you. I wanna. . . I wanna. . .”

Raphael’s words trailed off and gave way to gentle breathing. He had fallen asleep in your lap, clinging to your neck, and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He was going to be mortified when he woke up, but for now you wanted to cherish this. You held him and pet his fluffy hair until you were ready to get him in his bed.

A/N: requests are still open for a few more minutes if anyone else wants to enter. (rules here) I won't get to all of the SFW requests today, but I may be able to finish them up tomorrow or the day after.

#moss 1 year event sfw #moss 1 year event #gn!mc #anon #requests #raphael #obey me #obey me short fic #I want to ruin him so bad. Sorry.#obey me raphael #raphael x reader #raphael x mc

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mynameismckenziemae · 6 months

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She’s a Fire-Chapter XIII

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)

Burning through my veins

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: choking, p in v, ass play, f*mdom, premature ejaculation, cumming in pants, dry humping, exhibitionism, etc?

You wake up on your stomach to a light caress of fingertips trailing over your back, hips, butt, and thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

You stretch with a groan, your body stiff and a little sore from what you were put through the night before. When you open your eyes, Bradley’s hazel gaze meets yours.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, noting the furrow in his brow.

“The redness is gone and I can only see where I gave you those last 2 hard ones,” he replies, fingers tracking the crease where your ass meets your thigh, disappointment lacing his tone.

Your laugh turns into a gasp when he puts pressure on the still-tender area.

“Mhmm, I’ll just have to go harder next time, or longer, or use something a little more intense, or all the above…” he teases, but you can hear the underlying desire.

“Yeah? What do you have in mind, sir?” You smile as his breath hitches, fingers pausing their ministrations on your skin.

“You know that skirt you wore to Nat and Jake’s? I kept picturing you wearing it with some knee-high socks. You’ve been sent to the principal's office to get punished for your bad behavior. I’d bend you over my desk, flip that little skirt over your hips, and spank you with my ruler ‘til you cry,” you shiver as you picture it.

“You like that?” He asks.

You rise and climb over his lap to straddle him.

“Maybe. Or maybe I’ll bend you over the desk.” You smile, leaning down to kiss him while grind your hips against his and reach for the vibrator on his nightstand.

You click it on low and he jolts as you brush it across his nipple. His cock twitches under you.

You bring it lower and ghost over his tip. He gasps into your mouth, so you do it again, and again. His hands grip your ass and he guides you over him. He breaks your kiss with a grunt when you press it directly on his frenulum. You lean back and your hips don’t stop as you click the setting higher, whining as you can feel the vibrations in your clit.

Your other hand finds your breast and you tease your nipple, pinching and rolling it as you chase your orgasm.

“Fuck, look at you,” Bradley pants as he watches you come undone over him. Clenching his jaw as the vibrations and sight above him push him closer.

The hand with the vibrator grips him as you rise to position him at your entrance, sinking down as the aftershocks pulse through you. He groans when you touch the vibrator to your clit and tighten around him.

You haven’t even moved yet, but he has to squeeze his eyes closed, unable to watch as you trigger another orgasm by circling the vibrator over your bundle of nerves, your pussy fluttering rhythmically.

You begin to ride him once you’ve caught your breath, setting a quick, relentless pace while you move the vibe between you both; your clit, the base of his shaft. The hand not between your legs rests at the base of his throat for balance, but inches up; fingers opening around the sides of his throat to squeeze gently. He gasps and his eyes open to meet yours.

You smirk as his hands grip your hips and he guides you up and down on him, chasing his orgasm.

You shake your head “Not yet,” and bring the vibe between your legs again, zeroing in on your clit. Your fingers tighten on the sides of his throat as you cum, your pussy trying to milk him.

He bites his lip and his eyes roll back as he fails to stave off his orgasm, gasping as he cums. You release the pressure on his neck but don’t stop riding him as another orgasm is within reach.

“Feels so fucking good Row, but…ahh, toomuchtoomuch,” he babbles as you push him into overstimulation.

You cry out as your orgasm rushes through you, riding out the final aftershocks before leaning down to rest your forehead against his.

He rolls on his side, bringing you with him. “I don’t think I’m ever gonna get enough of you. I love you.” He murmurs into your hair.

“I love you too.”

A few minutes go by and you can hear him thinking.

“What’s up?”

“Do you want to move in with me? I know it’s only been 3 months, but I dread the mornings I don’t wake up next to you, and the nights my bed is cold and empty. I wanna kiss you before I leave in the mornings and know you’ll be here when I get back. You don’t have to decide now-“

Your heart races as silence him with a kiss. “Yes. I would love to,” you smile, “but we’re using my bed, my back can’t take yours anymore.”

“Deal.”

“I’ll need to talk to Penny. We don’t have a lease or anything but I’ll continue paying rent until she finds someone.”

“I actually talked to her about it a few weeks ago” he says sheepishly, “just letting her know I was going to ask you. One of her bartender's leases at the Hard Deck is up soon and she said she’ll offer it to her, if you accept my offer, of course.”

You smile. “It’s okay. You think of everything. It’s one of the many things I love about you.”

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With nothing else planned until the following evening, you and Bradley head to the apartment to talk with Penny and start moving things over.

She beams at you when Bradley tells her you’re moving in with him before he steps outside to take a call.

“I’m sorry if this puts you in a bind, I’ll cover the rent until-“

She cuts you off with a hug. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll talk to Ash later and if it doesn’t work we’ll figure something out. I’m just so happy for you and Bradley,” she pulls back with a sniff.

Bradley comes in a few minutes later, looking tired. “That was Admiral Simpson. Jake, Nat, Bob, and I are being ordered for training on the carrier on the 2nd. Hopefully just a week or two tops.”

You nod. It’s part of the job.

Bob and Sunny come to help get the bigger stuff out and take the rest of the furniture she’d left.

Her ring is even more beautiful in person and she’s glowing with excitement.

The pair helps you get everything moved over and by noon the following day, you’re settled in your new shared home.

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You pair a high-slit dress with heels for the New Year’s Eve party.

“Bradley? Can you zip me up?” You call, placing a few items on the bed for him to see.

“Sure,” he steps out of the bathroom, “Oh, wow,” he murmurs appreciatively, and zips you before giving you with a light swat to your ass.

“Thank you.” You turn to face him, hands going around his waist to squeeze his butt. His cock begins to harden against your stomach.

“See what’s on the bed behind me?” You whisper, nibbling his ear.

“Yeah, lube and a butt plug,” he says, distracted.

“Will you wear it tonight to the party? It’ll keep you on edge and loosen you up for later.”

“Loosen me? For what later?” He asks, still not catching on.

“For when I fuck your ass tonight,” you reply, nipping his lobe before kissing down his neck.

“Fuckkkk,” he shutters, “Yes, ma’am. I’ll wear it tonight.”

“And?” You prompt, needing to hear him say it.

“And…I want you to fuck my ass tonight.” He says quietly.

“Good boy,” you purr, hands undoing his buckle.

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20 minutes later he’s driving you to the Hard Deck for the annual New Year's Eve party. Cheeks still flushed red and a peek at his crotch shows he’s still hard. You open your phone as he slows to a stop for a red light, smirking at what you’re about to do.

“Holy shit!” Bradley jolts and his eyes meet yours.

“Did I forget to tell you it vibrates?”

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You consider sucking him off in the Bronco when you arrive, but Jake and Nat pull into the space next to you.

“Color?” You ask, flipping over the visor to check your lipstick.

He sighs heavily before answering. “Green.”

You look at him to make sure and he’s trying not to smile.

You open your phone and turn the vibrations off for now.

He opens his door and adjusts himself in his pants before coming around to open your door.

“Someone is definitely going to be sent to the principal's office after pulling a stunt like this.” He says lowly as Jake and Nat are waiting for you.

You shiver. “Worth it.”

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The Hard Deck is the busiest you’ve seen it. Bradley takes your hand as he leads you through the crowd to meet Bob and Sunny in the squad’s usual spot. He drops you by Sunny and leaves with Jake to find Bob at the bar for drinks.

You watch as he orders leaning on the bar, and as soon as Penny turns, you turn it on again. He stiffens and his head drops as color rises to his cheeks. You turn it off as Penny brings his order and go back to Sunny and Nat’s conversation.

His arm circles you as he hands you the drink, pulling you back so you can feel what you’re doing to him.

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Conversation flows as easily as the alcohol, though Bradley switches to water around 11 and you follow suit shortly after. You’ve been distracted, so you haven’t been as mean as you could be; only turning it on a few times. The presence of it inside him alone has been enough for him on edge all night.

Before you know it, the whole bar is counting down and you’re in his arms. “3…2…1, Happy New Year!” He leans in for a kiss as you sway to ‘Auld Lang Syne’.

The jukebox turns to a newer upbeat song after and the energy in the bar shifts. Soon, it’s hot and heavy, and Bradley turns you in his arms so your back is pressed to his front. You take the opportunity to open your phone and turn it on before placing the phone back in your dress pocket, not bothering to lock it manually.

He groans gutturally in your ear as he feels the vibration. You bring your arm up and weave it through his hair, your other lacing through his fingers on your hip as you grind your ass against his hardness.

He only makes it through another song before he’s panting in your neck. “Baby I’m gonna end up cumming if you don’t turn it off.”

You nod that you hear him and reach into your pocket, fumbling for your phone with sweaty fingers.

“Row, fuck! You’re turning it up!” He pleads, urgency in his tone.

You finally grab ahold of it, but it’s too late.

“Oh, oh. No—fuck, no! I’m cumming.” He whimpers, completely wrecked. He grinds into your ass and his hands are gripping your hips so tight you won’t be surprised if they bruise. His forehead rests on your shoulder as he catches his breath. You turn it off and see what the problem is—an ad was playing and the screen never locked.

You lead him through the crowd once he catches his breath. As soon as you get out into the cool night air you turn to him, hands on his face.

“Bradley, I’m so sorry, I seriously didn’t mean to do that. My phone didn’t lock and—“You start but he interrupts you with a kiss.

“I know, I figured.” He says, brushing your hair out of your eyes. “Not sure I wanna cum in a room full of people again but that was really hot.” He chuckles.

A flood of relief hits you, along with more arousal.

“I agree,” you smile and your hands go around to his cup his cheeks that tense when you “accidentally” nudge the plug. “Now let’s get you home and cleaned up so I can fuck this pretty ass.”

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Whatever the Fuck Benrey is: Chapter Twelve: Points for Trying

Chapter One

Previous Chapter

Gordon woke to sunlight streaming in through the gaps in the curtains. Benrey was still snuggled up to him. Somehow all the remaining awkwardness had dissipated while they’d slept. Two lonely people cuddling, what had to be weird or awkward about that? It felt nice so why shouldn’t they? And it had worked. If he’d had another nightmare, it hadn’t been vivid enough to recall, let alone wake him.

Eventually Benrey stirred as if waking too. “Good morning,” Gordon whispered even though surely proper morning had passed by now. “Ready to get up?” He certainly wasn’t but he’d live if Benrey was.

Benrey shifted but made no move to get up or free himself from Gordon’s embrace. “Hmm… morning. Five more mins?”

“Sure, five more minutes.” Even if it would undoubtedly be more than that it didn’t matter. Gordon had stuff to do today but it could wait.

A purr rumbled in Benrey’s chest in response. Not as loud as the one last night but it still meant he was happy and content. This was nice for him too.

“Do you think uh… we could do this again?” Gordon kept his voice to a whisper lest he break the comfortable peace between them. He wouldn’t have said anything at all but while up and about, not half asleep in each other’s arms, the question would be awkward and weird. “I know you don’t need to sleep every night like I do but maybe you could…”

“Cuddle you to sleep anyway?” Benrey supplied for him as he trailed off.

“Uh… yeah. If you’re okay with that. You don’t have stay the whole night just ‘til I fall asleep.” Maybe that would be enough.

“Wow, can’t even fall asleep without help, huh? A helpless little uh… human, gotta be cuddled to sleep at night.” Any bite his teasing might have had was heavily dampened by the fact that he was whispering too and still purring lightly. “But sure, I’m a cool guy so I’ll help.”

“Thanks.”

‘Five more minutes’ was indeed far longer than five minutes in truth but it did eventually come to an end. It would’ve been nice for a bit longer even but Gordon needed to get up and move.

Upon exiting the room and heading off to meet up with the rest of the Science Team for lunch – they had indeed slept well past morning time – it almost felt like a dream. Nothing about his interactions with Benrey once they’d gotten out of bed were much different than they’d been yesterday. Though perhaps that was hard to judge considering how their interactions had gone from antagonistic to friendly to cuddling relatively quickly. Those phone conversations had gone a long way towards cementing the tentative friendship they’d formed playing games together for an evening. But they’d full on cuddled twice now, surely that should change something, right? … It didn’t though. Which was preferable so Gordon wasn’t going to think about it anymore.

After lunch, there was not much else to do but continue the search for a place to live. Even if he wanted to move in somewhere soon as possible, it was still a good idea to get the lay of the land before bothering to make appointments to look inside anywhere. Since the whole Science Team was in the same boat in that regard, driving around to look together made sense.

Despite deciding to take the Black Mesa car instead of Bubby’s, Bubby still claimed the driver’s seat which meant by unquestioned agreement, Dr. Coomer got shotgun. Leaving Benrey, Gordon, and Tommy to get into the back again. Such seemed to be how they were going to default to riding in a car together. It wouldn’t have been so bad except Benrey pointed out, “I sat middle last time. It sucked. Your turn, like you said.”

“I guess I did say, huh?” The means of their return trip meant he hadn’t had to live up to his promise to swap for the window seat with Benrey. He could perhaps ask Tommy to switch instead but he’d already got in so, with a sigh, Gordon slid in to the middle seat.

Benrey slid in next, closing the door behind him and sandwiching Gordon between him and Tommy. It wasn’t so bad though. Yeah, he didn’t have a good view of the outside and less leg room than he preferred but brushing shoulders with both Tommy and Benrey wasn’t much of a problem. He’d recently learned that he was apparently the type of guy who liked cuddling with his friends after all so the causal contact wasn’t an issue.

“Since we’re all uh… looking for places at the same time maybe we could try to be neighbors,” Tommy said as Bubby started the car and got them rolling. “It’s uh… it’s good to live near friends. We could… we could go on walks together with Sunkist and um… just hang out and stuff whenever we want.”

Gordon hadn’t given it much thought before but… “Great idea.” The fact that rooming with Benrey wasn’t going to be nearly as bad as he’d have once thought – would even be fairly nice instead – didn’t mean having the others nearby to help keep him sane wouldn’t be greatly appreciated. Both for the added easily accessed company but also because Benrey was still Benrey. Being friends with and sometimes cuddling him didn’t mean he wasn’t also still an annoying brat.

“With how small this damn town is, we’d likely end up living near each other anyway,” Bubby said. “So sure, I guess we can go out of our way to do it on purpose.”

“Having high friendship levels with one’s neighbors sounds like a grand idea,” was apparently Dr. Coomer’s way of voicing agreement.

***

Counter to how it had felt every time Benrey had made it to Tuefort before, it wasn’t particularly big or grand place. He’d already seen much of it on his solo walks and then his walks with Bubby had taken them out even further. So several of the areas they visited to look at he’d already seen. Stepping out of the car to look around with the idea of maybe living in the area gave it a different vibe but… what made an area a good place to live?

He’d have just stood by and listened to the others discuss it but like when just looking at pictures online yesterday, Gordon asked him his opinion. Where before he’d been passively excluded from conversations if he didn’t insert himself, he was now being dragged in. It wasn’t a bad thing but what was he supposed to say when he didn’t have much of an opinion on any of it?

They were here to look around through so he defaulted to observations. “There’s a crack in the sidewalk.” “That tree’s got a bird’s nest in it.” And other such notable things, some of which he pulled out his camera to take a picture of.

“Is that… a good thing or a bad thing?” Gordon started asking after the second such response. The answer to which was always the same: “I don’t know,” because Benrey truthfully didn’t know. He’d only ever lived in Black Mesa and now the hotel so living anywhere else would be new and thus exciting for a time at least.

Following the third time Gordon asked that, Bubby cut in before Benrey could reply. “Why do you keep asking for his opinion? I don’t think he cares.”

“Well… he’s gonna be living with me so I think he should have at least somewhat of a say on where we live. I mean, ideally we’re both happy with the house we chose and everyone as a group, are happy with the neighborhood too. So I gotta like ask his opinion… or try to anyway because he’s not helping much.”

“I really don’t care, man.” Everywhere seemed pretty much the same to Benrey. “‘Long as it’s got a place I can make my gamer pad, I’ll be happy.”

Gordon let out a heavy sigh. “I guess I’m not surprised. Give me points for trying though, huh?”

“You get five points for trying Gordon,” Coomer said patting him on the shoulder. “If you keep this pace up you’ll unlock his next heart event in no time.”

“What’s a heart event?”

Coomer didn’t answer as he started fast-walking back towards the car. “Come along now, Gordon. We have th- Come along now, Gordon. Daylight’s-” He was apparently too far away to finish that line.

Gordon fell in step with Benrey as they started following at a more sedate pace. “You know what a ‘heart event’ is?”

“An event with hearts, duh.” What else would it be? Though what it had to do with Benrey was a mystery.

Gordon chuckled. “Well, yeah, of course. But what are we supposed to do with the hearts?”

“Uh… eat them, maybe? I don’t know. Coomer’s kinda weird sometimes.”

“Well knowing even you think he’s kinda weird makes me feel a bit better, I guess.”

“’Heart event’ sounds like something from an um, uh… dating game,” Tommy supplied from behind them. “So maybe he thinks you guys are uh… dating or going to date.”

Gordon scoffed. “Nah, not fucking happening.”

“They make dating games?” From what Benrey understood about the concept of dating, it didn’t sound like something possible to make a game about.

“You wouldn’t like them. They’re visual novels, basically,” Tommy replied. “Some of them are uh… interesting in a very specific way with very specific kinds of art so maybe you might like those, assuming you’re into um… that kinda stuff. Which I don’t know if you are. I could give recommendations for some good ones if you want.”

“Nah, no thanks.” Benrey had tried visual novels before, they were only slightly more interesting than actual novels. But regardless, Coomer thought he and Gordon were dating? Why? … Well, to be fair, Benrey wasn’t sure what all dating entailed for the people doing it, maybe him and Gordon were doing dating like things. Gordon said they weren’t though so probably it was just Coomer being weird.

After that they only visited a couple more spots. There weren’t exactly many available neighborhoods to move into. Despite having established that Benrey didn’t care about the area they lived, Gordon still asked him to provide his opinion on both locations, though he didn’t press when given a noncommittal answer. Which did earn him some points as it was neat that he cared about what Benrey thought.

Once done it was time for dinner. Despite still having groceries, they went out for pizza again. Over it the four to them discussed what all they’d apparently learned during their outing. Benrey only half paid attention to most of it. The housing situation was mostly up to Gordon to figure out. … Unless he decided to get a job and his own place.

He liked having easy access to someone to play games with though. And he’d already promised to help Gordon sleep at night. So he was kind of stuck, right? … Both could be fixed by living near him though. Benrey could hang out at his place in the evenings and during the night and go home in the morning when Gordon went to work or something.

Regardless before deciding on that, he needed to figure out the whole making money thing first. He’d never got paid for his old job as security guard and all the money he had made to buy games when escaping to Tuefort’s Gamestop had come from playing poker with the paid guards. Could he do that and earn enough to pay rent or… what had Gordon called it? A mortgage? What even was that and what did it have to do with housing?

So much had changed that’d he never thought would and it had happened so quickly. Much faster than he was ready to jump right into dealing with. So… for now he was just going to keep following Gordon. He was due a PS3 from him eventually anyway.

***

Even in a small town and trying to find a place quickly because living out of a hotel sucked, it took much longer than Gordon would’ve liked before they settled on something and then a bit longer before they could finally move in. In addition to wanting space for a ‘gamer pad’ Benrey’s only other actionable point of preference was that he liked carpeted floors over tiled ones. Which, with Gordon not have much of a preference either way, did narrow down their options a little, making it a bit easier even if it wasn’t by much.

The place was small, only one story and a small basement, and a bit rundown but it was a proper house. With the bonus and raise from Black Mesa, Gordon could afford that now. Heck, he could afford to buy a house instead of rent if he wanted to but when that happened, he wanted to not feel like he was in a rush to move out, so he could have more time to look. Technically he’d been able to afford such before, though not nearly as comfortably and living at the facility had meant he hadn’t needed to.

Being bigger than his old living space made it better by default. The rest of the Science Team had all found places they were happy with that were all within comfortable walking distance too, fortune had favored them on that. Making moving in another big step towards everything being okay again.

With Benrey having nothing except for the clothes and Game Boy Gordon had given him and Gordon having not much more in the way of possessions, it didn’t take them long to finish moving in. The Game Cube and Xbox they put in the living room even though currently there was no TV present; that was the main thing missing.

“How often do you eat?” Gordon asked as he opened the ancient looking fridge in the kitchen, making sure he’d turned it on right. Seemingly he had.

“Whenever I’m hungry,” Benrey replied as he wandered into the kitchen behind Gordon. “Why? And when we gonna get a TV?” Of course that was the main thing he was thinking about.

“Soon. And I need to know how often you need to eat ‘cause we gotta go grocery shopping and I need to know how much to get. So… about how often do you get hungry?”

“Uh… don’t know, never paid attention to that kinda stuff. We gonna get a computer too?”

“I’m gonna get one for basic internet stuff first and then later we can take the time to buy the parts to build a proper one for gaming. We also still gotta get internet set up too.” There were just so many little things that needed attending to when moving into a new place. Not having to deal with all that had been a benefit to the living arrangements of Black Mesa. He had the essentials taken care of though so he could worry about internet and possibly cable later. “But uh… for now I guess I’ll just get a little more food than I normally would. Wanna go shopping with me so you can tell me what you like?”

Benrey opened his mouth to respond but Gordon interrupted, “We’ll get a TV while we’re out too,” because there was no way Benrey hadn’t been about to bring that up again; couldn’t play games without one.

“Let me guess, a cheap, used one?”

“Uh… actually no, we’ll get a new one. Not a super fancy one but a new one.” He had to follow through on that promise to get a PS3 sometime soon, an up to date TV would probably work best with it.

“Sweet, let’s go.”

They’d gone grocery shopping once more since their first trip. Benrey had gone with again that time but so had the rest of the Science Team. Now it was just the two of them. Gordon expected Benrey to wander off anyway like he had the first two times – not returning at all until the rest of them were on their way out during that second trip – but by some miracle he actually listened when told him to stay near. Which didn’t mean he stayed next to Gordon and the cart, just that he hovered nearby, only wandering slightly ahead or behind.

It made asking his opinions on what food Gordon should get for him a bit inconvenient but actually possible. Not that he had many opinions on food. Like where they lived, he didn’t seem to care. It was annoying and frustrating because Gordon was trying to accommodate him as was the polite thing to do for one’s roommate who had apparently lived their whole life locked in up a lab and was finally free but Benrey was making it really damn hard. But well… “What kind of stuff did you eat at Black Mesa?”

Benrey paused from his perusal of the various available cheeses, turning to look at him. “Stuff from the vending machines mostly or uh… they gave me things to eat sometimes to see if it’d do something to me. Sometimes I stole stuff from the break room fridges.”

As expected he’d likely never had access to much good food – and who knows what kind of non-food things they’d made him eat? – thus when asked stuff like if he had a preference for regular milk or oat milk because Gordon liked both, he responded with, “You can milk oats?” as a serious question. Given that, Gordon should pick out a handful of things for him to try to broaden his experience and maybe find something that he would like. And so…

“Just tell me one thing you like to eat and I’ll pick out a variety of stuff for the rest.” Even if it would likely be junk, that way if he proved to be picky, there’d still be something for him when he got hungry.

“Ivory soap.”

“Ivory soap as in like… the bars of soap under the brand Ivory?”

“Yep. You can uh… put it in the microwave and it puffs up so it’s like eating a cloud. They stopped buying it at Black Mesa a while ago ‘cause I kept eating it, started getting the dumb liquid soap for everything instead which doesn’t taste as good.”

Gordon took a breath, intending to ask if he really, truly, actually ate bar soap and liked it, but let it out in a sigh instead. Of course Benrey ate soap. He wasn’t human so why should he only eat human food? Honestly there were worse things he could’ve said, at least soap would make his breath smell nice. Not that him smelling bad was a problem, he didn’t seem to smell like much of anything other than at most the hotel soap and shampoo after a shower. So… “All right, I’ll get you a box of Ivory soap then.”

“Sweet.”

***

Upon returning from their shopping trip, it took longer to put everything away and set up their new TV than moving in had. But finally upon finishing they were set to go. Mostly anyway, there was still the computer and internet to deal with. But at last they could relax on their couch that had come with their new house and play video games again on their new TV. … Or well, all of it was all really Gordon’s and Benrey was just mooching off him. But going out and getting his own stuff was still just a thought he was toying with. And he wasn’t in the mood to dwell on it right now.

Instead he focused on the game. Both he and Gordon were getting pretty adept at playing with only one hand. Benrey could use either hand equally well which Gordon seemed to think was impressive for some reason so he always switched between rounds or sometimes mid-round just for fun.

They played late into the evening until it was time for dinner. Benrey wasn’t really hungry but it had been so long since he’d last had an Ivory soap, he popped one in the microwave and ate it anyway. The look Gordon gave him as he did so was funny but he didn’t say anything. Seems he was getting used to Benrey’s oddities and thus perhaps it was time for Benrey to step up his game a bit. Afterwards, they returned to gaming and played until bedtime.

As had become habit, despite not being the one that would die if he didn’t sleep enough, it was Benrey who had to call it once it was obvious that Gordon was starting to get tired. He was a good pet owner like that, took real good care of his fragile human. Gordon wasn’t going to be dying of sleep deprivation – the thing itself or any accidents that resulted from it – or anything else while on his watch. There wasn’t even much of an argument this time, Gordon merely sighed and stood as Benrey turned the console and TV off.

“So, uh, how do you like the house so far?” He asked as as they started down the hall together. “It nice to have a real place to live?”

“Hmm… yeah.” It was bigger than their hotel room and was a building for just the two of them. And one of the two bedrooms had been promised to converted into a gamer pad. For his old gamer pad, Benrey had had to hunt and search basically the whole facility before he’d found a room that was not only out of the way enough that no one would try too hard to get in once finding it locked and barricaded, but was also still a decent size and had working outlets to plug things into. And now he was just being given a room to rebuild in, no effort required on his part whatsoever. It was the bigger of the two rooms too since more stuff than just a bed would end up going into it. Once they got the bed frame out, it’d be even spacier.

“Good. Of course if you still want your own place, you’re free to get a job and move out once you can afford it. In between finishing setting up the lab, I could help you do that. I have no idea what kind of job you’d be good at but I’m sure we could figure something out. … Don’t say you were good at being security guard, you sucked at that.”

“Nah, I think I did pretty good. Stopped you from stealing stuff, didn’t I? We’ve uh… established you’re a life-long thief, you admitted to it and everything.”

Gordon sighed and rolled his eyes as he collected his pajamas from his closest before heading into the bathroom to get ready for bed. While waiting for him in the room, Benrey changed into pajamas too because they were comfy, especially when cuddling.

“Bubby says he’s thinking ‘bout getting a job at Aperture,” he said when Gordon finally stepped back in. “I could join him, maybe.”

“That’s probably not a good idea. I don’t know how many, if any, of the rumors about them are true but uh, they for sure take part in the whole experimenting to see how far they can push science stuff at least as much as Black Mesa does, if not more. It’s why they’re our rival. If you went to them and they found our you’re whatever the fuck you are, they’d want to study and experiment on you for sure. They’d want to even more if they knew you came from Black Mesa.”

“Oh, lame.” Benrey had liked Bubby’s point about switching sides to work for Aperture being like a middle finger to Black Mesa. Figures they’d be just as bad though, huh? “Science sucks.”

“I can’t blame you for feeling that way. Don’t worry though, you got plenty of time to figure stuff out. I ain’t planning on kicking you out any time soon. So come on, let’s uh… yeah.”

Benrey followed him to the bed and after turning off the lights, joined him on it. It was softer than the hotel bed but smaller. Not that that was an issue considering how closely they liked to press into each other.

After that first night and the agreement to do it more the next morning, they’d stopped talking about it. Talking about it made it weird apparently which they’d both said to not do. It was nice though because Gordon was warm, soft, and touching him so much continued to be a lot but a decidedly pleasant ‘a lot’. Fighting the instinct to not purr seemed almost easy now as Benrey snuggled into him.

Not needing sleep himself, Benrey often extracted himself after a while once he was sure Gordon was deep asleep – though he always stayed close so if Gordon tensed up with a bad dream, he could return and soothe him back to peace, sometimes without having to wake him. Occasionally he only extracted himself just enough to allow him reach for and hold the Game Boy up – its volume way down. He’d planned to do the latter tonight but it had been a while since he’d slept and now that he was here, it seemed rather appealing.

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Mac didn’t know how long they’d been walking. Too long and not long enough. The op had turned bad real fast, and he and Jack had been forced to abandon the whole thing, in hope of another team taking up the head on it.

They’d lost any and all communication they had when they started running, so there was no help coming any time soon. If Mac was more coherent, he would’ve been able to rig something up out of whatever they had left of their stuff, but if he was being completely honest with himself, could barely keep up with Jack’s pace.

Getting shot did tend to make people lag behind.

“Come on, bud. I know it sucks, but we gotta keep goin.”

Maybe if he actually told Jack he got shot and it wasn’t just a graze, they could slow down a bit.

“Just a little longer. We can settle when the sun goes down.”

Those seemed like some of the most agonizing hours of Mac’s life. And when the sun did manage to finally set, Mac stopped, and didn’t start again.

He was hunched over, hands resting on his knees, heaving breaths more than he should have. “Can we settle?”

Jack looked at Mac, a slight frown on his face. Usually it was the other way around; Mac would be the one to keep pushing forward and Jack would be complaining his ear off.

“Alright. This place is most likely safe and far enough away that they wouldn’t be able to find us. We’re lucky it ain’t really cold, otherwise a fire would give us away in an instant.”

He watched as Mac nearly let himself fall. He couldn’t blame him. Jack had been posted on the outside while Mac had gone in. He had all that extra adrenaline that was probably starting to exit his system and cause him to crash. Jack also didn’t miss the jolts and flinches at every sound when Mac thought he wasn’t looking.

“You wanna crash?”

“Please. I’m so tired.”

“The sleep. I’ll stand guard.” Jack could see Mac trying to make sense of whatever was being said. The words looked like they were heard but not registering.

“I thought you said it was safe here?” Mac sent him a confused look

“It is.” Jack knew something was wrong. Mac wasn’t one to question Jack’s judgement when it came to survival. “But ya don’t feel safe here, do ya?”

Mac looked startled, and a bit ashamed that Jack could see through him and call him out on something so trivial as being scared. His voice was small, barely louder than a whisper when he answered. “Not yet…”

It was against Jack’s better judgement to ignore what he saw, but they had nothing. Jack had nothing to help Mac deal with whatever was happening at that moment. The only thing he could do was speak to him, and hope they were found soon. “Then sleep. I’ll stand guard til ya can feel safe.”

Mac blinked slowly until his eyes finally shut, back leaning against a tree so he wasn’t in the dirt. “Always feel safe with you.”

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you looked in the mirror in disgust, you hated what you saw, nothing but a broken person who couldn't even stay true to what they believed in. nothing more than a puppet being toyed with by the puppet master.

you and freed walked side by side to the church, he could tell you were feeling a slight amount of guilt but he had yet to figure out something that was bothering him “y/n. it’s clear that laxus will only listen to you at this point. but maybe he is beyond that point…however, i must ask why haven’t you told him to call this all off? it’s clear you don’t want much to do with this. so why y/n? why do you fight for something you don’t believe in?”

“because i-”

“damnit!” you shouted at the memory flooding your brain, you clutched your head looking down at your feet, and you then felt tears streaming down your cheek “why wasn’t i strong enough? i’m pathetic.”

back then you knew the answer to his question and you still do now, your guilt was eating you alive not allowing you to think clearly

your arms fell slack by your sides and you fell to your knees, tears still streaming down your cheeks

“maybe i’m just a fool freed.” he sent a smile your way his eyes screamed pity, just a pitiful glare for a shameful idiot and you hated every second of it.

“i should have done more back then, anything would have been better than this outcome. i was too weak to stop it, i was just a love-sick fool who was blinded by that fact. after all this time did he even love me back? was i following him blindly just for him to not even love me back?” despite all the fond memories you made your doubts triumph over everything you knew and what he told you.

shame flooded your mind, you felt embarrassed to feel this way, to wallow in your own shame and regret. these feelings were all too familiar to you and you hated every last second of it, every pitiful millisecond was nothing short of hell to you, he was long gone and out of your life but yet your doubts in your relationship still followed you.

“please…make it stop.” you mumbled weakly as if your pleas would be heard while your tears flowed like a river.

“because i loved him. no matter how many people i had to hurt i wanted to see him happy again.”

i hate myself i look in the mirror and start to cry stupid self sabotage every time t.m.i i think i'm the worst criticize everything 'til it hurts

you don’t know but you picked yourself and decided to go to the guild hopefully some time around your friends would do you some good, and there it was again the pitty glances, you smiled throughout them all but there was only so much you could take.

you went to an empty table to clear your thoughts and felt a hand on your shoulder, you tensed up bracing for those words “how are you holding up?” lucy spoke to you as if you were fragile and you could break at any second, or that’s what it felt like to you anyway. you snatched your shoulder away from her grip and sent her a glare “im fine. why does everyone treat me like i’m some fragile thing?”

bet you wish you never asked sorry if i made you sad at least you know now where i'm at

you dropped your shoulders suddenly aware of how tense you were, you groaned and ran a hand down your face “shit. i’m sorry lucy i’m just…tired.”

“y/n im sorry i didn’t mean to-” you cut the celestial mage off “no it’s not your fault you were just trying to check on me.” you felt something run down your cheeks, we’re you crying? after all this time an ‘are you okay’ was what it took to get to you. you excused yourself and headed into the bathroom, it was pathetic you felt like a failure crying in a public restroom. you were nothing more than a waste of space who couldn’t have anything go your way.

“it’s all my fault. maybe if i was more firm?? who am i kidding maybe if i said something anything he still would have been here.” you think to yourself causing your tears so flow like a river down your face.

you looked in the mirror and saw the weakest person you ever saw, and it took everything in you not to smash that mirror.

“y/n?” evergreen said while knocking on the bathroom door “im coming in okay?” she walked into the bathroom and noticed the tears on your cheeks and she wordlessly wiped them away and sighed “what am i going do with you n/n? we’ve got to get you a better coping mechanism” she chuckled quietly at her own joke, she pulled down her dress so it was at least covering her legs and sat on the floor, she patted the spot next to her with a gentle smile inviting you to sit. you wordlessly sat next to her with your knees pulled up to your chest.

“i know this is hard on you right now, but you can’t keep pushing us away we’re here for you…freed told me how you have been feeling.” you sighed deeply “so you know everything?” she shook her head “i only know freed’s assumptions, if you don’t want to talk about it that’s okay but you can’t keep letting your emotions eat you alive it’s not healthy for you y/n.”

the two of you sat there in silence for a while, you broke the silence with a small sigh and began opening up to evergreen about how you’ve been feeling “i feel like it’s all my fault ever…i feel like i could have done more maybe if i said something this whole thing wouldn't have happened or maybe he wouldn’t have been kick out of the guild” you pull your knees closer to your chest as you speak “i loved him ever, and now i might not even see him again.”

evergreen rested her hand on yours with a soft smile, you looked at her and her eyes didn’t scream pitty nor did they feel as if they were looking down at you and it was comforting “you don’t have to be guilty for anything y/n, we all made the choice to follow his plan…and he’s quite the ambitious man you know that, no matter what he would have seen his plan through till the end.”

you returned the smile “yea you’re right” the smile didn’t reach your eyes and she knew that, she knew you needed time how much time was all up to you however.

i hate myself i look in the mirror and start to cry super self sabotage every time t.m.i i think i'm the worst criticize everything 'til it hurts if you knew me better, you would like me worse t.m.i

#fairy tail x reader #laxus x reader #fairy tail x y/n #fairy tail x you #laxus x y/n #laxus x you #laxus dreyar x reader #laxus dreyar x you #laxus dreyar x y/n

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May I request a small drabble for mammon comforting reader who's still scared and upset about the happenings of chapter 16? I can't imagine that anyone would be able to get over that as quickly as mc in the story seemed to.

Hi anon! Sorry it took so long to get to your request! I can certainly do this (:

WC: ~600 | written for a gn!mc (you/yours) | Genre: hurt/comfort | CW: spoilers for lessons 16+, anxiety, intrusive memories, PTSD, swearing

“Oi, Mc! Open up!”

Mammon knocked repetitively against the door, finding it odd that you had locked yourself away. Usually, your room was more fitting of an open-door policy with the way he and his brothers often barged in on you- and typically, you were more than happy to receive them. Since Belphegor’s attack on you though, Mammon began to notice you withdrawing more and more from the family- especially with Belphegor’s pleading for you to help him fit back in.

He paused his knocks, leaning into the door to listen. He heard some shuffling movement and the sound of uneven breath, but not much else. Deciding that he was going to come in one way or another, he decided to put the new lock-picking spell he learned a few weeks ago to the test. Effortlessly, the door slammed open, clearly surprising you as you jolted up from bed.

“Mc, what the heck’s the matter with you!?” Mammon scolded as he tried to calm the door’s erratic movement. “I ain’t seen ya all day and ya promised we’d-”

The sound of a stifled sniffle caught his attention and he whipped around to look at you. His heart sinks, having now seen your clearly distressed state. The sight of your puffy face- nose raw from rubbing and eyes blotchy from tears- was enough to bring the urge to cry up within him. Mammon’s expression softens as he approaches you, sitting down slowly on the edge of your bed and placing a hand delicately on your calf.

“Hey...Whatcha cryin’ for, huh?” He attempts to coo to you, but the phrasing of his words still come across a bit calloused.

“N-nothing.” You rub your arm across your nose again, wincing slightly at the pain you felt at once again rubbing the tender flesh. “Don’t worry about me.”

Mammon scowls, squeezing your leg gently. “I ain’t goin’ nowhere ‘til you tell me what’s eatin’ ya.”

You sigh, finally residing to telling Mammon about how hurt you were by Belphegor’s actions all those weeks ago, in tandem with everyone moving past it so quickly. The continuous fear you expressed to having gone through daily since the incident was somewhat surprising to him, as you always presented yourself so calmly. He wondered if maybe he should have paid closer attention to you- to pick up on these things sooner. After all, it’s not like he’d moved on much from that night either- his unconscious slumber still haunted by the life leaving your eyes and Belphegor’s sickening laughter before he’d awake in a cold sweat.

“‘s okay Mc.” Mammon embraces you, letting you cry into the crook of his neck. “It totally makes sense why ya haven’t been able to let go of that.”

“I just feel like an asshole.” You sniffle. “I said I forgave him, but I don’t know if I actually do.”

“Aye, you ain’t no asshole.” Mammon remarks, wiping a tear from your cheek with his thumb. “My brothers are assholes. But not you. You’re the sweetest thing to ever live in Devildom, ya here? I won’t here none of this bad talk about yourself.”

You chuckle, but the small smile falls again into a frown. Leaning your head on his shoulder, you let him caress you as you listen to the sound of his heartbeat. Mammon’s hand rubs soothing circles around your back, easing the ache in your chest when you thought about leaving the sanctity of your room.

With Mammon at your side, things no longer seemed so scary.

#obey me!#obey me #shall we date: obey me #obey me swd #obm #obey me fic #fic #obey me mammon #obm fic #obm hurt/comfort #obey me hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort #obm mammon #mammon

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here's a snippet from the mcd oc-insert i've been daydreaming since i was 12

no one told me there was an aphmau community on tumblr til today so here you go =D

“I don’t ever dare to come between a love, so ceaseless.” She paces across the room, moving closer towards him. “Yet, is there anything to come in between? Or is it simply your unreturned affection?”

As they say, it is often those closest to you that are most capable of hurting you. She sees it now in the way his face falls and turns cold- the expression once reserved for those who stand against him, now turned on her.

He remains eerily silent, long enough that guilt starts to pool in her gut. “That’s a low blow,” His voice is quiet, but it fills the silence of the deep night. She doesn't doubt others are listening in. A guard always sleeps with one eye open, after all.

It hurts a deep part of her, to see the mistrust in his eyes. The part of her that clings onto olden memories of playing in the woods and sharing secrets beneath the stars. “We’ve come a long way from who we once were,” He voices her thoughts.

“I know, Laurence. I’m no longer the girl who only dreamed of leaving Meteli, and I see you are no longer the boy who only aspired to become head guard of the village.”

Silence fills the space between them. For how long, she doesn’t know. All she does is that the warmth that once enveloped his presence is now gone- a side effect of being a shadow knight, maybe. But a withering bond between friends is what she’ll bet.

“I can’t give you what you want.” He breaks the silence, “ I can’t be the man you want me to be. My duty lies with Phoenix Drop now.”

“With Phoenix Drop, or with Lady Aphmau?”

She doesn’t wait for his answer. Instead, she mounts her horse. The town no longer needs her, after all; the ominous material has been cleared, Laurence is stable and has even regained his sight. “I don’t know where I’ll be heading next. But wherever I go, I promise to send word if I ever learn how to help Alexis.”

She lingers, for a moment. He has more to say, judging by the look on his face. But she has no time left to spare on this village, or this childhood love. “Goodbye, Laurence. May we meet again soon.”

In the cover of the night, she rides off into the woods.

context: oc is laurence’s childhood friend who’s a witch, and she is worried about laurence losing sight of what his goals have been since he was young, for a woman who he's known for only a short while; she thinks he’s been blinded by the image of aphmau he clung onto during his shadow knight transformation and has devoted himself to an idealized version of her

(she's also lowkey angsting bc she’s in love with him herself, but we don't go into that til’ season 2 =D)

#aphmau #mcd laurance #aphblr #mc diaries #minecraft diaries #aphmau mcd #laurence zvhal #laurence x reader #mcd laurence #laurance zvhal #why are there 2 spellings of laurence/laurance i hate it jess wheres the CONSISTENCY #dont get me started on the romeave/romaeve retcon #aphmau fanfic #aphmau fandom #aphmau laurance #aphmau laurence #laurence ANGST #im writing the angst scenarios i dreamed up as a 12 year old too lazy to write except now IM NOT LAZY #sorta

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snelbz · 1 year

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‘Til Death Do Us Part {Chapter Sixteen}

Elorcan. Rockstar Modern AU.

@snelbzx @theladyofdeath collab

‘Til Death Do Us Part Masterlist

This chapter is 18+.

Lorcan —

It’s been about a week since the party from hell and since I caught Elide watching me in the shower. I was worried things would get weird between us, either from the aforementioned party or from the fact that I may have caught her watching me, but she caught me jacking off.

Which is ridiculous, because before I got married, I hadn’t regularly masturbated since high school. It had never been a problem that needed to be taken care of, but now it’s a daily thing. Sometimes more, considering how much dry humping Elide I do on the couch. Those days and the days following are usually twice. I’m surprised my fucking hand isn’t raw.

I haven’t actively tried to get her to have sex with me in a while. Sure, we make out pretty often, but I figure I’m liable to get in her good graces by stopping before she asks me to, rather than pushing it every time.

Something that got brought up the night of the party hasn’t sat well with me since we talked about it. My wife and I never got to have a first date. There’s a lot of firsts we didn’t get. Some we never will, some we’ll still share at some point. But a first date is something I want us to remedy as soon as possible.

Like tonight for instance.

I called Aelin the night before and asked for her help, which she was more than happy to give. She had come by an hour before and picked Elide up for a spa day, so I now have about four hours or so to prep a night that she won’t forget.

I’m in a little boutique downtown that looks like a place I shouldn’t be allowed into. The workers don’t seem to mind. They’re actually being helpful, although I don’t know if it’s because I’m rich or because I’m famous. Maybe it’s both. Either way, I don’t give a damn because it’s all for Elide.

So far, the pretty, young saleswoman has helped me choose a necklace and earrings set along with a pair of shoes that I know are Elide’s size, thanks to Aelin. It’s all silver, and I’m not sure what dress I should choose.

I can honestly say I’ve never gone dress shopping before and I want Elide to like it.

It’s my first gift to her, tonight. I want it to be perfect.

Gods, I sound like a fucking hallmark movie, but I can’t stop.

I try to remain shameless as I sort through a rack of dresses but I must seem frustrated because the saleswoman comes up to me with a smile.

“What is your wife like?” She asks. “Maybe I can help.”

“Short,” I say, thinking of how perfect she is. “Black hair, with a body you wouldn’t believe. The biggest ti—” I stop myself, clearing my throat. Elide would be proud. “She’s…gifted in the cleavage area.”

The young saleswoman chuckles. “I see. And does she usually dress pretty conservatively or does she like to show off those gifts?”

I think about it for a second. “Somewhere in the middle, I guess.”

She nods, politely. “Why don’t you take a seat and I’ll bring out a few options?”

I nod and take a seat in a white chair that I’m scared I’ll get dirty, even though I’m perfectly clean.

I wait about five minutes and check my phone. All I have is a picture of Elide in her fluffy spa robe with a text that reads This is the softest thing I’ve ever had on my body. I’m never taking it off.

I chuckle and text back, shit you’re cute before stuffing my phone back into my pocket and looking up to find the saleswoman reappearing with two different dresses.

One is black. It’s form fitting. It’s nice. But my eyes go to the red one and I don’t even have to think about it before I’m at the counter and they’re ringing everything up. Fourteen hundred dollars later and I’m out the door.

I don’t remember the last time I got a haircut, but since she’s going to be looking her best, so should I. Rowan’s hair was longer than mine about a year ago, but he chopped it off for some charity thing Aelin talked him into. They ended up raising over two hundred thousand dollars for kids in foster care, so I guess it was worth it, but I’m not ready to cut my hair off, good cause or no. I stop in to see his barber for a trim and then after a couple more errands, I’m on the way home.

When I get home, I put the wine I got for Elide in the fridge and the flowers in a vase. She’ll be home in less than an hour, so I take a shower, making sure to take my time and make everything…presentable.

Just because I’m not expecting to get any tonight doesn’t mean I shouldn’t be prepared.

My shower takes longer than I expected, especially since I tried to make sure my hair didn’t look like shit, and I’m standing in the bathroom with nothing but a pair of black slacks on when I hear the front door open.

Not exactly how I planned to greet her, but it works.

“Lor?”

Her voice carries up the stairs and I can’t help but smile at the shortened version of my name she’s taken to using. People have called me that my entire life, Rowan more than anyone, but from her it almost seems more intimate. I like it. It means she’s getting more comfortable with me, just like I am with her.

“Bedroom,” I call, slipping one arm into a shirt sleeve. I pull it on, but don’t have it buttoned by the time I hear Elide enter our room. There’s a gasp and I can’t help the self satisfied smirk as I know she’s seen her gifts I laid out on the bed. I leave the bathroom, fully intending to make some joke about women taking too long at the spa, but then I see her.

She looks absolutely gorgeous. Seductive. Sinful. I don’t have the words to describe how amazing she looks, and I write songs for a living. I won’t pretend to know a single thing about makeup, but her eyes are dark and sexy, with just a hint of sparkle. Her lips are the color of red wine and I want to get drunk off her kiss. I was right, she’d been looking at her gifts, but when she noticed my attention, she turned to me and I swear that when she blushes and looks down, her eyelashes are so long that they actually brush her cheeks.

I murmur, “Holy shit,” and she tucks a strand of her curled, dark hair behind her ear. Approaching her, I cup her cheeks. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

Her cheeks go even more red. So does her chest which, of course, is right where my eyes go.

She catches me, raising a dark eyebrow. I have no defense, so I smile and lean down, pausing just before my lips are in hers. “Am I allowed to kiss you or will it mess up your lipstick?”

“It’s supposed to be kissproof,” she breathes as one of her hands wraps around my wrist, “if you’d like to test it out.”

Hell yeah, I do.

I kiss her softly, but it’s not a quick kiss. I kiss Elide differently than I’ve ever kissed anyone before. I take my time and I make it mean something. When I pull back, her lipstick is perfect, just like the rest of her.

“So,” she says, seeming to catch her breath, “are you going to tell me what all of this is about?”

She gestures to herself then the bed, a sweet smile on her painted lips.

“I thought it was about time I take you out on our first date,” I say, bringing the back of her hand to my mouth. “Considering you deserve the best, I wanted you to feel a little pampered before I take you out for a night on the town.” I nod towards the bed. “Found you a few things I thought you might like this morning.”

She turns to the bed and looks a little closer at the outfit I had chosen for her. When she doesn’t say anything, I get worried.

“Don’t feel pressured,” I say, hurriedly. “If you want to wear something else, that’s okay, too.” Another second passes and I suddenly feel stupid. “If you don’t like it, it’s really fine—”

“I love it,” she breathes, and when she turns to me her eyes are shining, blurred. I frown and reach out to her. “But you didn’t have to do this. This stuff is so beautiful, but it looks so expensive.”

I lace our fingers together. “It wasn’t that bad. And I wanted to.”

She laughs quietly as she shakes her head. “The dress alone probably costs more than I paid for rent for a month—”

“Hey,” I murmur, and pull her closer to me. She comes willingly. “Don’t worry about the money. It’s a gift.”

I see that stubborn glint in her eye. “But it’s too much—”

“I’m not backing down on this,” I interrupt. “It can sit in your damn closet for all I care, I’m not taking it back. But, selfishly, I do wanna see you in that dress.”

Her eyes soften as she glances back at the outfit before turning back to me. A hand wanders up to my cheek then she’s up on her toes, her mouth finding mine. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” I say, and kiss her again.

“But no more expensive gifts,” she says, eyes narrowed. She’s smiling. I love it.

“Deal,” I laugh, neglecting to tell her that the price of our dinner is going to blow her mind.

Or that the rest of the night is just a drop in the bucket that is my bank account. She’s never actually asked how much my net worth is and I know she could just Google it if she wanted, but I like that she really doesn’t seem to give a shit that I have money.

A pretty large percentage of groupies were also gold-diggers, so it became pretty easy to pick them out, and Elide couldn’t be farther from the type.

We finish getting ready, which only takes about five minutes since all Elide needs to do is change clothes and I finish getting dressed.

I make it downstairs before her, and as I get the full effect of her in that dress, I’m frozen in place. It’s as perfect as I thought it would be, hugging her curves in all the right places, without showing too much off.

How the hell did I get so lucky?

How did I ever think I didn’t want her?

I was an idiot when I said she wasn’t my type. My type is whatever she is and I don’t ever want anything else.

She clears her throat as she reaches the bottom of the stairs, a clutch in her hands. “What do you think?”

I think I want to rip that dress off of you and bend you over the couch.

I don’t think she’d hate that response, not with how she’s been looking at me lately, but I put a lot of thought into this night, and ending it here would be worth it, but disappointing. So instead, I take her hand and brush my lips along her fingers. “You look amazing.”

That adorable blush blooms in her cheeks again and I tug her into the kitchen.

“I would’ve given you these when I picked you up, but we live together,” I say, gesturing to the vibrant bouquet of flowers. Aelin said she wasn’t sure if Elide had a favorite flower, so I told the florist she had free reign to create the most beautiful arrangement possible.

She looks at them for a minute with a small smile before turning to me. “You’re spoiling me.”

“You deserve to be spoiled,” I say in all honesty.

I’m thinking that blush will be appearing for a majority of our date. “They’re beautiful. Thank you.”

We take the camaro to the restaurant. I refuse to tell her where we’re going even though she keeps asking. I like surprising her.

We pull up to The Stags Steakhouse and her mouth drops open. I put the car in park to get out and let the valet park it but Elide doesn’t move.

“We’re eating here?” She asks, eyes wide. “Lor—”

I hold up a hand. “It’s not too much and it’s delicious.”

I feel her relax as she nods and reaches for her door handle.

“No, no,” I say quickly. She freezes and I get out and quickly round the car to open her door. One of her brows is raised as if she doesn’t quite believe that I can be a gentleman. I can be a fucking gentleman. After handing my keys to the attendant, I hold out my hand and she takes it. As they pull my car away, we walk inside.

The place is pristine. It’s one of the highest rated restaurants in Terrasen and the most prestigious in Orynth. I’ve only been here once, when we were celebrating our last album going platinum, but I don’t remember much from that night. I was drunk as hell. Now, I’m completely sober and taking in every moment with my smoking hot wife on my arm.

I give the host my name and we’re seated at a table under a giant crystal chandelier.

“Get whatever you want,” I say, and order a bottle of wine for our table.

She opens the menu, looks through a few seconds, and pauses. After turning the page, her eyes flick to mine. “There’s no prices.”

“No, there aren’t,” I say, drinking from my glass of iced water. “But I promise, you’ll like whatever you choose.”

She’s leaning across the table so I meet her halfway. “This is one of those places where a steak costs forty bucks, isn’t it?”

Her conspiratorial whisper makes me laugh. “Try sixty or more, but yeah, it is.”

Those dark eyes nearly big out of her head. “Lorcan, that’s insane.”

“No,” I say, reaching across the table to take her hand. “For one night, can I please convince you to stop worrying about money?”

She shakes her head. “That’s a lot easier said than done.”

“I know, but please.” I squeeze her fingers. “For one night.”

She sighs, her eyes softening. “Okay. I’ll try.”

She does try but not very hard. At first, she orders a cup of soup and a side salad, but unfortunately for her I order two steaks with two sides each then claim I’m only hungry for one and she should eat the other.

She does.

I can tell she loves it, can tell that she’s practically in heaven with every bite, but when she’s done she simply says, “That was pretty good.”

I laugh. I laugh a lot at the things that she says. Half the time she’s not even trying to be funny, she’s just so damn adorable that I can’t help it.

Once we’re done with our meals, I refill her wine glass with the little bit that’s left in the bottle. She’s finally comfortable, finally relaxed. I don’t know if it’s because of the wine or because of my calming presence, but I hope it’s the latter, although I assume it’s more of the former.

I can’t stop looking at her.

She’s fucking gorgeous.

She must be able to tell my thoughts because that scarlet tint across her cheeks and chest returns.

“I hope that you’re having a good time,” I say, quietly, her hand in mine once again. I brush my thumb over the back of her hand and her fingers tighten around mine.

“I am,” she promises. “Tonight…” she shakes her head. “I’ve never felt so cherished.”

I smile. I like that word. Cherished. That’s how I want to make her feel, always. Cherished. Wanted. Taken care of.

“Good,” I say, and she pulls her hand back to reach for another sip of wine. Her eyes never leave mine. In the process, she knocks over her glass and spills the red liquid onto her lap, creating a small, dark blotch on the skirt of her dress. She gasps, nearly jumping out of her chair.

“It’s alright.” I laugh, but she won’t look at me. I can tell she’s embarrassed but no one around us has even noticed. I take my napkin and scoot my chair around the table, pressing it to her thigh, absorbing the liquid. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

She says nothing and when I look up, she’s frowning. My smile falters and she takes the napkin out of my hand, tossing it on the table.

“El, it’s just wine,” I whisper, and she gives me a fake smile and nods.

She’s quiet for the next few minutes as I pay and we wait for the valet. It isn’t until we’re driving home, only a few miles away from the house, that she finally says anything again. She reaches across the space between us and takes my hand. “I really did have a good time, Lor. That place was so beautiful and absolutely delicious. Thank you for taking me there.”

I brush my thumb over her knuckles. “Of course.”

“I’m sorry I overreacted at the end,” she says, quietly.

I look over at her, forgetting that I’m the one driving. “You didn’t overreact.”

“Yes, I did,” she says, and when she blushes this time, I feel it’s out of embarrassment, not because I’m charming. “You were right, it’s just a spill. I can get it out of the dress.” I don’t think she’s done talking so I sit quietly, eyes returning to the road while she sorts out her thoughts. “I’ve never worn anything this nice. I feel stupid for staining it the first time I wear it. You spent so much money on it and it’s so beautiful…and I ruined it.”

“You didn’t ruin it, baby.” I squeeze her fingers and my thumb traces her wedding band. “You just said you can get it out. And even if you couldn’t, it’s okay. Accidents happen.”

She nods, but I can tell it’s still bothering her. The rest of the ride is quiet. After I pull the car into the garage, I give her a look. It takes a second, but then she blinks and scoffs. “Fine. Come on.”

I’m out of the car a heartbeat later and opening her door for her. I grin as she takes my outstretched hand. She isn’t expecting the sharp tug as she stands and she falls into my arms as soon as she’s on her feet. Her soft laugh does things to my stomach. Those aren’t…butterflies, right?

“What are you—?”

Her words cut off as my lips crash into hers. It doesn’t take much before she’s relaxing in my hold, the hand not holding her clutch reaching up to clasp the back of my neck. I wrap an arm around her waist and kiss her like she’s the air I need to breathe.

If I took her to bed right now, what would she do? Would she let me or would I be doing more harm than good?

I pull away, cursing myself as I take in her flushed cheeks, bright eyes, and swollen lips. I wonder what those lips would like around my cock?

Godsdamnit, Lorcan, get your shit together.

We head in and I pour her a glass of wine.

“More wine?” She asks, taking a sip. “You aren’t trying to get me drunk, are you?”

“It’s crossed my mind, but no.” I wink at her and make myself a drink, too. When I turn around, she’s inspecting the stain on the front of her dress. That adorable frown is back, as is the crease between her eyebrows. “What is it, baby?”

“I need to get this stain out as quickly as I can.” Grabbing her clutch, she heads for the stairs, but turns back and swipes her wine. “I’ll be right back.”

I watch her go and then quickly pull my phone out and Google how to get rid of a red wine stain.

Boiling water and table salt. Huh.

The bathroom door is closed when I enter the bedroom and I knock on the door. “Elide?”

“Just a second!”

I know she isn’t, but suddenly I have the image of a role reversal from the night she watched me in the shower. She’s just changing, maybe trying to rinse the wine out in the sink, but now I can’t stop thinking about her touching herself.

I wonder if she touches herself. I’m sure she does, everyone does, but how often? And what does she think about? Does she think about me?

I sure as fuck think about her.

She opens the door, gasping softly when she finds me standing there, both hands braced on the door frame. “Gods, Lorcan, you scared me.”

The dress is in her hands and she’s wearing a white t-shirt and some little black shorts.

Taking it from her, I press a kiss to her lips. “Why don’t you take a bubble bath and relax, baby?”

“But my dress—”

“I can handle it,” I promise. “Believe me, not the first spill that’s happened and won’t be the last one either. Not with Fenrys around.”

She gnaws on her lip and she’s gotta stop doing that cause now I want to sink my teeth into it. “I do have a bath bomb formula I’ve been wanting to test out.”

“Perfect.” I spin her and smack her ass. “Now go relax.”

She yelps then laughs as I turn around to leave and she shuts the bathroom door. The sound of her laughter follows me as I make my way back to the kitchen.

After tossing the dress on the counter, I’m boiling water. As it boils, I grab the salt shaker and pour it generously over the stain. I let it sit, as Google told me to, and when the water is at a boil I start to brush it off. After dipping a rag into the scalding water, I remove the rest of the salt with it and take a step back to admire my work.

It’s not as bad…but the stain is still there.

Fuck.

Back to Google.

There are a million ways, apparently, to get wine stains out of fabric. A popular one is baking soda and dish soap, but I don’t think we have baking soda so I take on the one that uses club soda.

I have club soda.

I go to the bar and grab a full bottle before going back to the kitchen and stretching the dress out over the sink before pouring the liquid onto the stain. After about five minutes of doing that, scrubbing, and swearing, I’m shocked.

I hold the dress up into the light.

No stain.

At least, not one that can be seen in the soaking wet fabric. I pray to the fucking gods that there’s no stain to be seen when it’s dried, either, but for now I’m excited to ease some of Elain’s anxiety.

I hurry back upstairs and knock on the bathroom door.

“Yes?” she asks, and water sloshes around. “I got it out,” I say through the door. “Wanna see?”

She laughs. “I’m in the bath, per your request.”

“Bubbles cover everything,” I say, impatiently. “Can I come in?”

She doesn’t reply for a second and I’m thinking she’ll say no, but then the opposite comes. “Yeah.”

For a moment, I think I heard wrong but then I twist the knob and she doesn’t protest as I push the door open. She’s sitting in a tub filled with bubbles. The bubbles covering her from the shoulders down and her dark hair now piled high on the top of her head in a bun.

She looks cute as shit.

I realize I’m staring when her lips twist into a smile and one of her dark brows raise. “My dress?”

Blinking, I shake my head before holding up her dress and bringing it closer. “See? No stain. You can tell me how amazing I am whenever you’re ready.”

She rolls her eyes, but reaches out to brush a couple fingers over the fabric. They come away clean. “Look at you. So amazing.”

Sarcasm drips from her tone and damn it, it shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does. And there she is, sitting in the tub, completely naked.

I assume she is, at least. I highly doubt she’s wearing a strapless swimsuit in there, but I could be wrong.

I fucking hope not.

The humidity in the room has made her makeup smudge around her eyes a little and somehow, she’s even sexier than she was half an hour ago. I didn’t think that was possible.

I toss the dress behind me on the counter, not giving a shit about the former stain, wet spot, or the fact that it was over seven hundred dollars and it’s a wadded up mess, and squat down next to her in the tub. “Look at me? Look at you.”

She does this adorable thing where she scrunches her nose up. “I’m a sweaty mess, and I can’t believe you just threw the dress. You just got the stain out.”

“You’re hot as hell.” My eyes flick down to the water despite knowing they shouldn’t. No luck though, all I can see is a layer of thick, foamy bubbles, with the occasional glimpse of skin. The universe is trying to keep me from seeing my wife naked and I don’t appreciate it. “And it’ll be fine. I fixed it once, I’ll fix it twice.”

I look back up at her and she has an eyebrow raised again. I grin, unashamed. “Can you blame me?”

Elide rolls her eyes, showing that fire again, and I swear, my cock kicks from inside my pants. Resting my forearm against the tub, I dip my fingers into the bubbles and blow them at her. She bats them away, but I catch her wet hand before she can submerge it back under the bubbles. I kiss her fingertips and pause. I lick my lips. “You taste delicious.” Come to think of it, the room smells…sweet. “What is that?”

“It’s the bath bomb I dropped in with the bubbles.” She sniffs delicately at her wrist. “Is it too strong? It’s a mix of a few essential oils. It’s supposed to smell like birthday cake. I haven’t perfected the mix yet—”

I crash my mouth against hers, partially to shut her up, but also because I’ve restrained myself as long as I can. I love when she talks about her business, it’s amazing that she makes her own products and has a following big enough to support herself. It’s one of my favorite things about her, she’s got a kick ass work ethic.

But I could not give a single fuck about it right now.

Because she’s naked in the bathtub and she smells like a cake and I want to devour her.

I pull back and rest my forehead against hers, and she’s breathing just as heavily as I am. Her eyes are just as lust-filled as I’m sure mine are, and it takes everything in me not to climb into the tub, clothes and all. She must be reading my mind because her hands come out of the tub and she starts to unbutton my shirt in the slowest, most agonizing way. I glance between us, trying to get a glimpse of those beautiful breasts that I can’t wait to see, but I see nothing except for my shirt opening. Her sudsy hands brace themselves against my chest, and I take it upon myself to unbutton the rest of my shirt before slipping it off. Her hands explore my chest, my shoulders, and I don’t dare move. She touches me gently, with just her fingertips, and it sets me on fire. Gods, I want her. I want her so fucking bad, more than I have ever wanted anything or anyone.

I’m so fucking hard that I feel like my dick’s about to break in half.

This time, she kisses me. My tongue searches for hers and when I find it, I can’t get enough of the taste. One of my hands slides into her hair and the other grabs onto the edge of the tub, keeping me grounded, keeping me from losing all control. I’m sure my knuckles are white beneath the ink covering them.

Elide gasps as I take her bottom lip between my teeth and tug, and then her soapy hands are cradling my face. She turns just a little so that she’s better facing me, but I still don’t see a thing.

But that’s okay, I realize, because tonight it’s about Elide.

I spent the entire day making sure everything was perfect for her, making sure she was spoiled, making sure she was treated like a queen, right down to scrubbing a stain out of a fucking dress. I won’t stop now.

Gods, she looked so fucking good in that dress.

I groan into her mouth and I swear she shudders, but I break the kiss again. She moves to reconnect it but I move back, just out of her reach. Her brows furrow, her eyes wide and crazed and full of lust.

“What?” she breathes.

My hand falls from her hair as I say, “I wanna touch you.”

I expect her to say no, to freeze up, possibly even yell at me. I’m willing to push for it tonight, because I want her so bad, I’ll do whatever I can to make her feel good. I wait for her to fight me, even for her to give me more of her snark I live for.

So when she swallows roughly and nods, breathing out a soft, “Okay,” I don’t believe what I’m hearing.

I ask, a little more directly, “I can touch you?”

To punctuate my words, I dip my fingers in the water, letting them swirl a hole into the surrounding bubbles. A teasing glimpse of her legs peeks through.

Nodding, she says, “Yes. Please.”

Her eyes are bright with anticipation. I hope I don’t disappoint.

I claim her mouth again, one hand cupping the back of her head, the other slipping beneath the water. Despite the bubbles, I easily find her legs, dragging my hand up the inside of her thigh until my fingers gently brush over her sex.

Elide gasps against my lips the second I touch her and I brush my thumb along her cheekbone, trying to soothe her. “Breathe for me, baby.”

“I am breathing,” she snaps back, sass dripping from her words and it’s the just perfect thing for her to say in this exact moment.

I part her folds with a finger, gliding it from the very base of her slit, all the way up to her throbbing clit.

I pull back, just a hair. “You’re already soaked.”

Her blush darkens and she takes in a shuddering breath as I circle her clit with my finger. “Let’s just say I was very glad you offered me the same courtesy of knocking that I did not offer you.”

I stare at her, slowing my finger to a maddening pace. “You were touching yourself?”

I almost miss her quick nod, but don’t and I fight the urge to groan softly. “Were you thinking of me?”

It’s egotistical to assume she was, but I really fucking hope she was.

Her hips jerk as my finger leaves her clit and teases her entrance. Elide breathes, “I think about you all the time.”

My heart does funny things in my chest at that, and it may be just about the best thing anyone has ever said to me.

But I need her to clarify. It’s stupid, and she’d likely call it territorial bullshit, but I need to know if my wife was getting off to the thought of me or another man.

I don’t move my fingers again until her eyes are focused on me. Leaning down, I press a gentle kiss to her lips. “Were you thinking about me when you were touching yourself, Elide?”

There’s no hesitation this time. “Yes.”

I kiss her again, hot and hard. Her mouth opens to mine and I delve my tongue inside, tasting the heat of her breath and catching the sweet moan she lets out when I push my finger into her warmth. Her thighs part and her hand comes up out of the water to caress my cheek as I let my hand own her, my thumb rubbing her pulsing clit while I slip my fingers in and out of her. My cock throbs like mad in my slacks, begging to get into her. Holy fuck, is she tight. Two years of no sex is very, very good.

Her thighs squeeze my hand and she grasps the side of my neck, her breath panting against my mouth, and I know she's there already. I really want to drag this out, tease her and make her crazy, but that seems cruel right now when she's writhing her hot little core all over my hand. I like horny Elide.

As she moans and rides my hand, I genuinely consider pulling her out of the tub and taking her right here on the bathroom floor, but I said this night was about her, and I meant it. No matter how badly I want to shove my dick into her tight, wet pussy and see if she screams my name.

Suddenly, her walls clench and drench around my swirling fingers up inside her, while the rest of her body arches up, pressing against me, her muscles tightening and quivering. I swallow the cry of pleasure as her orgasm sweeps through her, kissing her slowly as she comes back down.

I have so many plans for her now that the doors have been opened, so to speak.

“Who’s my girl?” I whisper against her ear, moving my hand up to rest atop her stomach.

“Me,” she answers, breathlessly. Her eyes are shut, her chest is heaving, and one of her hands is still white knuckling the edge of the tub.

“That’s right.”

My girl. The last thing I thought I would ever want, and now, all I’ll ever need.

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