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chaoticgeminate · 1 year

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Rainy Days

Pairing: Mr. Ben (SNL Skit) x f!Reader Rating: E (Thar be smut ahead) Word Count: 7.2k

Potential Warnings/Notes: Reader is coded to be between below average to average height and plus size, no other descriptors were used.

Summary: Your soul mark was a rain cloud shaped tattoo on your inner left wrist, hollow with little stars and mushrooms inside the cloud and small raindrops dotted down your arm turned into a little pool right before the bend of your elbow. By now there were plenty of self-proclaimed ‘experts’ who said you would meet your soulmate on a rainy night, that each raindrop was a day you would be near them but never actually talk to them.

Your soul mark was a rain cloud shaped tattoo on your inner left wrist, hollow with little stars and mushrooms inside the cloud and small raindrops dotted down your arm turned into a little pool right before the bend of your elbow. By now there were plenty of self-proclaimed ‘experts’ who said you would meet your soulmate on a rainy night, that each raindrop was a day you would be near them but never actually talk to them.

Those ‘experts’ basically told you what you already knew and tried to charge you money for it, the mushrooms were a bit of a throw -you did have to give one guy creative credit when he said there’d be a fungi fueled apocalypse and that you’d meet your soulmate after it happened- but ultimately it wasn’t actual help.

All your friends around your home town had been quick to drag you out on nights it rained because of your mark, to bars or the movies or whatever public space they could think of, places where you would see or encounter people. They would try to get you to wear short sleeve and sleeveless shirts under your jacket for the chance that your match would notice, and while you were happy they were so invested in your happiness it was exhausting.

Moving away from your home city had been a bid for freedom in more ways than one, no longer under pressure to meet your person and no longer the only unmatched person in the group, the new acquaintances you had made through your new office were very much more your speed in regards to your marks and soulmate meetings in general. Escaping the corporate rat race for a private tech firm had been the best move you made, even if you’d end up fulfilling your duties on site at whatever contract location you had been assigned to and not around your other tech associates.

The general philosophy was: When you met them was when you met them, rushing to find them was only going to lead to unnecessary disappointment.

Which was why you were currently spending today’s rainy evening in a secluded bookshop with a lovely ambiance, the smell of paper and the soft sound of pages turning paired with the soft lighting gave it a magical feel. It was one of the only 24/7 bookstores you ever heard of, the owner Kathleen and her partner Louise were one of the cutest soulmate pairs you had met. You felt safe and warm, cozy as the pavement outside shimmered from the glow of the streetlights, and more importantly alone.

You were finally given an assignment at work so you’d promised to keep in touch with Bryn and the others at the office despite your assignment and then decided you needed some time alone.

Currently hidden in the corner of the shelves well out of sight, scouring the spines to track down the book on a research topic -the key differences between bacteria, fungi, and viruses- which you knew they had, you realized belatedly it was on the shelves above you and exhaled before grabbing one of the stools that were kept folded between the wooden bookshelves for people that were gravitationally challenged like you were.

Anyone that called you short could get stuffed.

Plus, the book wasn’t exactly on like a higher shelf near the middle, it was up there, and your exhale of irritation was soft as you scaled the stool to peruse the upper shelves. Humming in victory when you managed to find it, pulling the stout volume from between its neighbors and placing it into the tote style shopping bag over your shoulder, and when you tucked the stool away you began to meander to look for something to read for fun too.

There was someone at the register, all you could see was their broad back, the blue dress shirt was pulled pretty tightly and tapered into a fairly narrow waist; a cute little butt in black slacks and the brown belt to match his leather shoes, but you averted your eyes quickly when Louise caught you looking. Hurrying to hide behind the shelves because there was no way in hell you could come out of hiding until he was gone now, no doubt Louise had tattled since he loved to meddle.

Finding two fiction novels, one high fantasy and the other sci-fi, you decided that you had spent enough time and that he should be gone after what felt like ages. The door had opened and closed a few times, all you needed to do was get your books and go home. Rounding the corner with far more confidence than you felt you very nearly stopped dead in your tracks, the man was sitting in the reading area with his book open, and now you could see the cute patchy beard peppered with grays just like his dark curls.

He was fucking hot.

You hated that his eyes shot up to the sound of your books falling out of your hands, thankfully he hadn’t caught you staring because the second you fumbled the books you’d already diverted your attention -mostly- to try and catch them. Overwhelmed by the humiliation risk, since you were used to being surrounded by people on nights like this not easy to be singled out, your eyes began to water slightly.

“Hey are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?”

Those massive hands of his held all of your chosen books so easily in one of them, his brown eyes were soulful and soft, and his lower lip had the cutest little divot that you wanted to kiss.

“Oh, uh, ‘m just awkward and clumsy. Kind of, a uh, volatile combination for things like this.” Your awkward laugh tacked onto the end faded, taking your books from him as you both stood up, and you imagined that this was when he excused himself to get away from you. Instead of walking away from you he steadied your elbows and smiled, it made the hair on your arms stand up and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“I think you just need to get lost in a good book, let me buy you a tea since it’s still raining out there. I’m Benjamin Morales, but everyone just calls me Ben.”

You relented and sat with him at his table after introducing yourself and giving him your drink order, staring at the book he had open on the table with a soft smile. Constellations and Cosmos was a book you had a copy of on your shelf at home, a sort of ‘dummy’s guide to the universe’ style book, and you realized he had tests sitting on the table.

“You’re a teacher?”

“Yeah, I work at St. Lawrence High School, it’s hard sometimes but the kids are good even if they use a lot of lingo that I don’t always understand.”

He laughed when you nodded, your nieces and nephews did that and it was a struggle to keep up, you at least could ask them to translate it into “Millennial” for you though.

“I told my nieces and nephews to make an official translation guide, that they’d get rich really quickly off of it.”

“They would! That’s a genius idea, I’d buy the first copy.”

Both of you shared a laugh and you couldn’t help but glance at his arms, the long sleeve shirt hid what you were looking for unfortunately and there was no way you were going to ask him to roll his sleeves up. But you felt a very… intense feeling about him; like he was magnetic to a degree that was almost distracting.

“So, St. Lawrence? I, uh, start there in two days. Not as a teacher but, like, I’ll be a part of the tech team. PR, internet security, that sort of thing.”

“That’s excellent, they want me to do a seminar on appropriate use of devices and I could use someone to help me figure it out.”

You couldn’t stop the way your brows furrowed at his clear discomfort.

“You mean like not using the school wi-fi or computers to try and access porn or download potential viruses and malware?”

He hummed and grabbed his phone, pulling something up, and you blinked at the sudden shiny video of him on TikTok. You hated that you memorized the creator’s name, it wasn’t fair to him, but the video was honestly pretty decent for it being mashed up clips of moments when he was in class.

“Yes, but also these. They’ve been making thousands of these fancam videos, they’re everywhere! So, basically, the school wants to blanket ban all of it, they’re making a rule not to film the staff since they’ve just added more camera coverage to the entire building.”

“You can report the existing fancams to TikTok, that you’re in them without your consent, they’ll get taken down.”

He looked at you like you’d hung the moon.

“That doesn’t mean they’ll all just stop making them but I can help you at least try and clean up how many there are.”

“You have no idea how much I appreciate that.”

“Of course, Ben, let me help you.”

Spending time over tea reporting fancams of a cute teacher you’d be working with soon wasn’t what you imagined happening tonight but you wouldn’t complain, not when you had great company and a guy that you thought was genuinely sweet. Someone who, even if he wasn’t your soulmate, you could be happy with if he was single too.

“Did you hear?! Everyone saw Mr. Ben and Ms. Jenny out together at the mall, there’s no way they aren’t soulmates.”

It was inescapable, inevitable even, hearing it day in and day out.

“I heard Mr. Ben and Ms. Jenny are planning on getting married and having a honeymoon in Columbia.”

Rumors in a high school were very normal but recently these had been getting on your nerves, it wasn’t even the students’ fault or anyone’s really, just your own brain being dumb and making up things that clearly weren’t there. Ben had greeted you happily when you’d reported for your first day, going around and introducing yourself to the rest of the staff since your first order of business was to match faces to names as best you could.

Ben had given up reorganizing his classroom to follow you around and help you feel welcome with the other teachers, including the aforementioned Ms. Jenny, and you’d been forced to watch him tease the other woman about the posters on her walls that she’d been forced to put up over the fancam thing. As you’d expected the student body had been a mess after the first day seminar where the new rule against recording staff was announced, which meant that instead of making fancams they were now just doing what kids always did and playing the year-long telephone game.

Two weeks into the year and already you’d heard that the two were secretly married, getting married, or dating along with where they planned to go for their honeymoon. Honestly you wanted to ask them if they were paying for some of these events because traveling to all of these places on a teacher’s salary? In this economy? Absolutely not.

Kieran snorted softly beside you, the pair of you were walking around getting photos to put up on the school website for the “welcome back” article, his eyes on the pack of girls that had just disappeared into the girls room and delivered the latest rumor for the rumor mill of Mr. Ben and Ms. Jenny.

“What?” His eyes rolled skyward before he stopped to snap a photo of the main office, the bullet proof glass windows that still allowed the secretaries to look out were new along with the mechanical locks, but you understood the reasoning. All of the classrooms had tighter security features in this day and age, it was… depressing.

“I can’t believe we used to act this way too, kids are definitely creative.” He snapped a photo of the closed door of the Earth Sciences classroom, angling his body enough to get Luis and his students in the frame.

“What the rumors? I mean, Ben and Jenny do flirt a lot.” As you lifted your own camera, crouching just a bit to get a better shot of Jiho pulling her whisk out of the bowl and just the top of the student’s heads, you could hear Kieran stifle another soft laugh.

“You and I flirt a lot too, don’t mean we’re a thing.” He had a point and you rolled your shoulders in a shrug, snapping your photo right as Jiho turned her whisk to showcase the shine of the glossy batter as it ribboned off the utensil. Kieran went to go upstairs next, pointing to Ben’s open door, and you felt your face warm as the man walked right past it so you’d have to get the picture inside. Ben was animated as ever with his lectures and you crouched lower and snapped a few photos to get a good angle of the students taking notes.

Most of them were staring at him dreamily so you had tried to hide as much of that as you could, all it would take was one parent not liking the way the image looked and trying to report him for something stupid, it was why you went out of your way to keep faces out of your shots.

When your shoe squeaked loudly while you were getting up you were greeted by a surprised Ben who sheepishly closed his classroom door, it was a rule that some of the teachers struggled with still, and Kieran puckered his lips and made kissy faces at you when you rejoined him. Your nose wrinkled and you shoved him lightly, earning another laugh, before the two of you got back to work.

The cameras were always on and always being monitored now, after all, and while you were both on the cyber side of the security team the trained security officers hired to monitor the cameras weren’t afraid to be pricks whenever they felt like it.

“That’s why you don’t like it, you have a crush. You should tell him, the actual chances of meeting your soulmate are really low odds.”

Kieran glanced at your arm again, he’d seen your soul mark already, and you knew that he had a point; his soulmate was passed already, his tattoo nothing more than scar tissue now, and he’d spent a long-time turning people down because he’d wanted to meet the one.

“Well, I would need to know if he at least likes me back enough to give me a chance, it doesn’t help that he flirts with Jenny all the time.” You took pictures of the banners and posters about the school’s updated security measures, and hated that you were so twisted up over this. You should just do the adult thing, you knew, and invite him out somewhere. You were a modern woman and more than capable of asking a man out on a date, but something told you that Ben was… he’d be all encompassing.

The magnetic feeling you got when you were around him told you enough, that he’d be impossible to let go of, you were afraid of when affection would become love; that it would change you into someone possessive and toxic because you would never want to have a reason to walk away. You saw it in your family plenty of times, aunts and uncles turning aggressively jealous, your own parents were a brand of toxic that left a sour note in your life and you were terrified you’d inherited that behavior.

Dating and marrying outside of your soulmate was difficult, because what were you supposed to do if your someone met The One other than be happy for them?

Kieran patted your back gently and followed you down the next hall, changing the conversation for your sake.

“You going to the football game tonight?”

Ben’s voice interrupted your quiet, the school webpage backend code currently up on your monitor as you worked to change up a few of the links for the newsletter page, everyone else was already gone since the first football game of the season was a big deal here. Ben was leaning on the door way with his coat on already, signifying he was headed out, and you shrugged in response. You had almost gone to invite him yourself when you’d spotted him and Jenny talking about saving each other a seat on the bleachers, choosing to just walk away instead of look like an idiot when it was obvious that was a date plan.

“I don’t really know, probably not, reliving my own marching band days isn’t really something I’m keen on doing.” You hadn’t meant to confess that much but just outright saying no felt like a coward move, a chair was pulled out beside yours and Ben sat down with an amused look on his face that made your own face warm up.

“Marching band? You? Wait let me guess, you played… tuba?”

“Nope.”

Your keys clacked away as you modified the first of five links, pasting in the paragraph of text you’d written to go with the new link.

“Trumpet?”

“Nah-uh.”

He hummed loudly, contemplating, and you nearly choked when he took your right hand to look at it carefully. Running his fingertips over your skin softly, inspecting your palm like it told all your secrets.

“Saxophone?”

“Strike three, Ben, you’re out.”

If he caught the airiness in your tone he didn’t make a notice of it, you were almost breathless from the way he was still just gliding his fingertips along your skin. When he brushed the sleeve of your cardigan, near your soul mark, you flinched slightly and it was enough for him to let go. He must’ve seen the very top curve of the cloud on your skin, his lips parting to ask, and you pulled your arm away to finish up what you were doing.

“I played clarinet, saxophone wasn’t so far off.”

Ben huffed softly at your very obvious intent to avoid talking about what he’d gotten a peek of but he indulged this time.

“That means you’re good with your hands, huh?” He smirked and you knew he meant that double entendre, making your entire body ignite under the way his dark eyes met yours. It was intense and you felt like the oxygen in the room had thinned out or something, but as you finished and saved the new data for the website you glanced at him again.

You got up and smirked, grabbing you jacket and bag, before reaching out and ruffling his curls gently.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Ben’s face erupted into a flush and he didn’t follow you out, too busy gaping at your back, a thrill of victory rippled through you for being the one to fluster him this time. Especially with his date with Jenny soon, the fact that he even flirted with you while planning a date actually made you wonder if she knew that he was doing this behind her back. As you got into your car you made a snap decision to show up to the game, if only to tell Jenny that Ben was flirting behind her back.

It wasn’t actually cheating, you hadn’t kissed him or anything, but you didn’t know if you were the first or if she might consider flirting as cheating. You tossed together a quick light meal, it was nostalgic as hell but you kind of wanted a concession stand dinner, and picked a warmer outfit for the weather. September wasn’t too chilly at night but you didn’t want to wear a heavy jacket, it would be more comfortable to just layer up.

The bleachers were packed with parents and teachers already, the football team was stretching and getting ready as the other school’s marching band got ready for the opening field show, and you spotted Kieran and Jackie waving at you. Striding up to where they were sitting, plopping down beside Jackie, you ignored the way she leaned into her soulmate Anna’s side and pointed out two of the players as students that had tried to buy their way onto the front of the school newsletter.

“Surprised you came out, didn’t think you liked high school football.”

“I was a marching band kid, lots of memories.”

As the other team started playing, a marching band adaptation of movie soundtrack hits with their choreography being something relating to the corresponding movie, you couldn’t help but feel wistful for a minute. A smile settled on your face, just being out here in the crisp September air again, smelling concession stand hot chocolate and hot dogs, brought you back to your teen years.

“Oh? Any good memories?”

Kieran looked genuinely curious and you hummed lightly.

“Well, we did competition marching band, so I got to attend statewide contests; I hated trying to get changed on the bus, we had to wear long johns under our clothes so that we could stay warm and not end up showing too much. But I think the best memory was getting a first kiss under the bleachers from my crush, a cheerleader, but it didn’t work out obviously; she found her soulmate during Festival Disney in our Junior year. I avoided dating, after that, because I just… I got scared of the idea that I’d fall hard and then they’d meet their person.”

“Trust me, I know exactly how you feel. I was that person who found my soulmate while I was with someone else. We’re sort of friends, it’s a hard situation.” Anna offered a pained smile at their confession, making you nod, and you could tell Jackie felt guilty and imagined it was because the ex was either in the area or worked at the school as a teacher.

“That why you’re afraid to fess up to Ben?” Jackie leaned on her hand and you huffed softly.

“Yea, that and I’m pretty sure Jenny wouldn’t like me poaching her boyfriend.”

Anna’s eyes widened but before she could say anything you heard your name, spotting Ben and Jenny waving along with a few other teachers following them up.

“You made it, excellent, feels good to be back right?” Ben’s sunny smile looked somehow more vibrant under the intense lighting, this early in the year it wasn’t too dark yet but it would be soon, and you hated that Kieran had to nudge you to snap you out of your little trance. Nodding frantically, to avoid looking like an idiot, it was all you could do to not leave when Jenny sat down and Ben claimed the seat beside her.

Larry, Micah, Luis, and Jiho sat somewhere around you so that the staff was mostly together; parents began piling in as the school marching band walked under the bleachers to get to their seats on the other side, and the announcers began to get things rolling. One of Anna’s senior sopranos performed the National Anthem, leading to thunderous applause, and you let yourself sink into the game rather than focusing on the fact that Ben could turn his head to look at you at any time.

Passing out praise to the band members for their halftime show, while heading to the stand to get yourself a hot chocolate and something to eat, you felt the hand slide into yours and blinked as Ben stepped up beside you.

“Sorry, didn’t want to lose you in the crowd.” His hand was warm in yours, your heartbeat starting to thunder slightly, and you noticed the way several students whipped their heads around to look at the two of you.

“How’re you going to do this when our hands are full?”

“Actually, before we go back I was hoping I could talk to you, privately?” When you nodded he led you away from the stand, just off the side but mostly out of sight by anyone since there was freezer truck for the extra food. You felt that stirring in your heart, being alone like this, and hoped you didn’t look like you were going to pass out.

“So, uh, what’s up Ben?”

He squared his shoulders and squeezed your hand, looking a little lost, before finally he seemed to just work up all the nerves he had.

“I really, really, like you and was hoping that maybe since this can’t be a first date you’d let me take you out? The bookshop café is pretty nice?”

He was asking you out, on a date, while he was… on a date? You weren’t used to getting things about people like him wrong, he’d seemed so genuinely kind, it was almost a slap in the face if you had to be honest with yourself.

“Your girlfriend won’t mind? I’m not a unicorn that’s willing to do a three way.”

That had to be it, he and Jenny wanted a third so they’d decided to try and convince you to be that person, you’d been baited on dating apps hundreds of times by a possible night out with someone only to find out there was a partner involved. Ben’s shocked face, entirely confused, was almost believable.

“Girlfriend? What are you talking about, I’m single.”

“So you didn’t invite Jenny to the game on a date, promising to save her a seat like the dutiful boyfriend you are? I hear the kids talk, Ben, you’re always with her even though you flirt with me and it’s really not cool. I don’t want to be the butt of a joke, okay? I won’t tell anyone about this I just-“

“Jenny isn’t my girlfriend.” His voice dropped into a low pitch, there was frustration on his face but not aimed at you -how you could tell you didn’t know, you just could- and Ben sighed so loudly that you almost expected students to show up with cameras any second. The fancams hadn’t stopped but they had slowed down, especially with you and Ben reporting them whenever you came across any, you’d been in a couple of them too.

Feeling vulnerable, defensive, you crossed your arms and waited for his explanation.

“I’m serious, her soulmate Breanna couldn’t make it tonight since she works til midnight, Jenny is my best friend but there’s nothing romantic between us. I’ve been with her asking advice to try and ask you out, actually, because you never- sometimes you flirt back but then you’ll ice me out.”

He looked just as vulnerable as you felt, grabbing his phone and showing you Jenny’s social media with Breanna and even letting you see their text history, it was literally him asking about advice on flowers and if he should get a restaurant reservation or just wing it.

“Ben-“

“I know it’s hard to date someone that isn’t your soulmate but can we try? Please?”

Before you could chicken out you were ripping off your flannel, ignoring his ‘hey woah’ as you rolled up the sleeve of your undershirt, and showed him the very obvious mark.

“Can’t you see, Ben? This isn’t a cute little soul mark that I can throw make up on and hide, this will always be here staring at me and you, other people couldn’t do it before and I’m so tired of being hurt. This mark always reminded people that someone else was out there-“

“Me. I’m right here.”

His four words stopped your tirade entirely as he rolled up the sleeve of his shirt, his matching mark staring back at you, making your entire body ignite like fireworks were going off under your skin. You felt the tears forming in your eyes, disbelief and relief and excitement, and Ben reached up to wipe them away; you couldn’t help but touch his mark, skating your fingers along the black lines, and his breath caught slightly at the contact. He tipped his head down toward yours and you closed the gap, gripping the jersey he’d worn tightly to hold him still as his arms wound around your body and pulled you closer.

You would have continued, you would have let him do whatever he wanted to you, if it weren’t for the throat clearing of a senior staff member who had come out to get more stuff from the cold truck. Ramon, the librarian, rolled his eyes and pointed to the parking lot.

“Hurry up, nobody noticed yet, before you two end up with even more fancams showing up on TokTok or whatever it is.”

Hiding your face in Ben’s chest, his own giggles above you making you laugh too, it was easy to grab your flannel and head for the parking lot. Now that the fuse had been lit you couldn’t stop it, wanting his hands on you this very second. Ben pressed you against your car, shamelessly caging you against the driver’s side door and you let him, one leg hiking up to pull him closer and his hands grabbing your ass to make you grind against him.

“Gonna- gonna have to stop before I fuck you against your car, sweetheart.”

“Yours or mine?”

His groan as you began mouthing at the long line of his neck made you double your efforts to find all his soft spots and Ben’s hand kneaded your ass in retaliation.

“My apartment isn’t soundproofed but I don’t care-“

“Mine, not ready to give your neighbors an audio show just yet. My house is pretty set back from the road and I have distance from the neighbors.”

Ben captured your mouth again and you felt the tears on his cheeks when you moved your hands to hold his face.

“I’m so happy that we found each other, sweetheart.”

“Me too, Ben, me too.”

He pulled away to get his car, entirely reluctant on both of your parts, but you knew the rumors would start if you had to bring him back on a Saturday to pick the vehicle up. Call it selfish but you wanted a little more time without the entire student body knowing about you and Ben, even if the truth would eventually get out. The drive to your place felt long, with you constantly checking the rearview to make sure Ben was still there, and as you pulled into your driveway the garage door opened and you parked on the left side like always.

Ben hesitated but pulled into the right when you pointed, the door closing behind his car, and he whistled when he shut and locked the car door.

“Fancy.”

“Former fortune five-hundred IT slave, more like, this was bought with my severance pay.” It had been a relief to get out and move to the smaller tech company, being contracted to work at the school was a bonus, and you had played it smart with your check to make sure you could cover yourself when needed. House bought out in full, car bought in cash, and a good chunk still left for home emergencies if they popped up.

Ben’s smile was fond, even with the heat burning in his eyes, and he cupped your cheeks to kiss you again.

“Should I apologize that my teacher’s salary is shit?”

“No, I know you teach because you’re passionate about it. That is far sexier to me than you making a lot of money.”

Ben chuckled and you led him out of the garage, giving him a tour of your place first, and you had to bite your lip because he recognized every art print on your walls and had given details about them that you didn’t know. It was so damn attractive how passionate he was about things and by the time you made it to your bedroom the stolen chaste kisses, the light touches, and the way he whispered facts about your art in your ear had you ready to get on your knees for this man.

“I didn’t know you knew that much about classic art, Ben.”

“Thought about being an art teacher, took classes about Art History in college, but I changed my mind and went for science instead.”

He hesitated in the doorway to your bedroom and cleared his throat gently.

“If you want me to stop, at any time, tell me. I mean it, if you aren’t enthusiastic or you just don’t feel it that won’t chase me off. I just want to learn more about you and be with you.” If you’d had any reservations before they were gone, you sat down on your bed and dropped the flannel to the floor without a care for where it landed.

“I am enthusiastically consenting to you getting naked and fucking me into this mattress, Ben.”

His eyes raked across your form, he’d left his leather jacket downstairs on the coat stand so he pulled his jersey over his head and tossed it aside leaving him in the white undershirt and his jeans. Stilling your grab for your placket and kissing you before getting down on his knees between your spread legs, pulling your socks off first and nuzzling the denim hugging your legs as his hands caressed the outside of your thighs and moved inward.

“Take your shirt off for me, sweetheart, slowly.”

Ben’s voice was liquid honey and you grabbed the back of your shirt collar, tugging at the back of the fabric and moving a little slower than usual so that your skin and bra were the show he wanted. The sound of his throaty groan made you feel sexy, even with the extra rolls you had that you often poked at in the mirror on your bad days, Ben surged up so fast that his knees cracked but neither of you paid it any mind as his legs pushed your thighs open so he could kiss you and his hand fumbled with the shirt trapping your arms.

The fabric hit the floor after a moment of struggling, his mouth never leaving yours, and he cupped the curve of your breasts in his hands before his thumbs swirled over your nipples and you arched into him. Ben let out a soft sound as your hands went right to his hair, sliding back to grab at his shirt, and he let you pull the white fabric off him fully. You were distracted by the sight of your shared soul mark on his skin, capturing his arm to kiss the mark, and his eyes fluttered closed before he let himself just press you into the mattress.

The weight of him over you, the feeling of the slight swell to his soft tummy, the way the curve of his nose felt against yours and his lips skating along your skin made gooseflesh erupt along your skin. You were leaking with how bad you wanted him, you could feel how wet you were, and every nerve ending felt like it was alive with sensation as he breathed you in.

“I want to do this slow; I really do, sweetheart.”

“You can have me any way you want me, Ben.”

He whimpered, whimpered, at your reply before dragging his mouth down your body; down your neck and across your collar bones, cataloguing every single spot that made you writhe for him, and when he mouthed at your nipples under the fabric of your bra your back arched into his mouth and your hips pressed into his body as his hands held your waist.

“Ben- fuck!”

Having his teeth pinch lightly through the fabric, the sharp sensation soothed by the wet of his tongue as he dampened the fabric, you couldn’t control the way your hips jumped or your mouth. You weren’t above begging for what you wanted, the fact that this was your soulmate only compounded the sensations, the desire to just be as close to him as physically possible was overwhelming to a near painful degree.

“Please- please Ben I need-“

“Tell me, sweetheart, tell me what you need.”

“I’m- I’m so wet, Ben, please I need you to make me come.”

His groan was musical and his hands tugged your jeans down your legs, spotting the way the fabric of your underwear was so messy that the crease of your thighs and the insides of your thighs were slick with your desire.

“Sweetheart.” Incredulous and awestruck, the word was a throaty rasp as he dragged his finger along the fabric covering you, and when you whimpered his name Ben pulled the fabric down your legs and pressed one finger against your entrance.

“I’ve got two condoms in my wallet, I’m clean though and I have my physical from last week on my phone, it’s been a while since I’ve dated.”

“Clean too, it’s been a while for me, I’m on birth control so you don’t have to use the condoms if you don’t want to.”

He stared at you, as if he were debating, and you had to admit you were surprised that he did in fact grab one of his condoms. When he caught your eyes following his hands as he emptied his pockets onto your night table, phone and keys joining his wallet, Ben winked and waved the condom with a hum.

“Statistically speaking the percentage is an almost guarantee that I won’t get you pregnant, but I’m not going to risk it. If you want, we can discuss a vasectomy for me sometime until we know for sure what the future looks like, if you wanted to go off birth control I mean.”

Him standing there, offering to get a vasectomy, holding a condom in his hand with your soul mark branded on his skin was probably the hottest thing you’d ever had happen in your life.

“Put that condom on and fuck me, Ben.”

Watching the way his eyes widened before he nodded, not looking away as you took your bra off, Ben grabbed a towel from your master bathroom when you went to get settled on the bed fully before he was stripping off his pants and boxer briefs in one go. You both had wanted to go slow but the sight of him, hard and leaking, made you practically gush; he had even grabbed you a damn towel and that consideration had you reaching for him as soon as the condom was on.

Ben smiled fondly but it melted to a look of bliss when he leaned down to kiss you and you grabbed a handful of his cute little butt to grind against him, dragging the length of him through your wetness, his mouth parting against yours before he shifted his knees just slightly and rocked against you with the intent for friction. You moaned when he brushed your clit, his body pressing tighter to drag along that spot, and Ben angled your face into the kiss while you lifted your legs to angle your hips.

“Feel so fucking good like this, sweetheart I’m not going to last-“

“Me either, please Ben don’t make me wait.”

It was slow, the way he pressed into you, the thickness of him was a burning stretch but you wanted it.

“Next time I’m going to make you come on my fingers, on my tongue, at least twice before I fill you up; gotta- gotta make sure it feels good for you.”

“It does- Ben it does feel good.”

He pressed his forehead against your shoulder as his hips slotted to yours, bending his knees and pushing your legs wider, and you stared up at him as he pulled himself upright to watch where he filled you with each thrust. Holding your arms in a backward hold so both of you could see your matched soul mark on the other’s skin.

The drag of him, the heft of him gliding against you with each in and out motion was drawing small gasps and sharp whines out of you as he whispered your name like a damn prayer; like he couldn’t get enough, like he couldn’t believe you were real. Ben dropped down to get closer to you, thrusts becoming a harsh grind of his hips as he kissed you deep, and the way his body was rubbing against your clit with each motion had you beginning to feel yourself fall.

“Ben-Ben~”

Your cry of his name was cut off into a loud moan as you came, hard, around him; the velvet clutch of your body trying to keep him inside of you as he worked you through your orgasm, his motions become a sharp humping motion.

“Fill me up Ben.”

He cried out your name loudly, it was so sexy to hear him the raspy call of your name as his hips stuttered, and you both just laid there for a moment breathing; the weight of him was comforting, the feel of his mouth against your neck made you turn your head, and he captured you mouth in a lazy kiss. You let him roll you over, so you were on top of him, and he nuzzled your forearm where your soul mark pulsed like a heartbeat.

The hooded eyes and natural pout of his lips made you lean down to kiss him, earning a soft smile, and you nuzzled your nose to his gently.

“Now will you say yes to a date?”

“I’ll say yes to all of the dates, Ben, if it’s you.”

His smile was soft, shy, and tender as he cupped your cheek and hummed.

“Even if its dorky science dates or museum days?”

“Absolutely. As long as you don’t mind botanical gardens and nature walks, or classes on things like pottery and cooking.”

“Sweetheart, I promise you that I’m a teacher but I’m a very attentive student.”

The tone absolutely implied his mind went elsewhere but you didn’t care, smirking fondly at his own raunchy smile, and you traced the shell of his ear with one of your fingers.

“I’ll have to make sure I help you study, got some things you don’t know yet that’ll be on the quiz.”

He laughed, and you laughed too, at the cheesy remarks.

“I think we should not do that, at least not until I retire, I cannot pop a boner in class because someone says quiz.”

He was still inside of you, still holding you close after just making you have an earth shattering orgasm, and now you two were cracking jokes. He was perfect for you.

“Well, we can’t have that at all. Just means we’ll have to come up with other sexy innuendos.”

“Or I can just tell you that you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve met and that I’ve had a crush since the bookshop.”

“I too started crushing on you at the bookshop.”

“I know, Louise told me you were staring at my butt.”

“It’s a cute butt.”

He rolled you to your side, on the towel still, so he could pull out to get cleaned up and you watched his back with a smile. Wolf whistling and earning a fondly exasperated look over his shoulder, your arm held in a way that let him see the mark so clearly on your skin, and Ben returned after cleaning himself and you up to pull you against him under the covers.

“Can I stay the weekend?”

“Not going to grab clothes?”

“Will I need them?”

“No, not really.”

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f1carsgovroomvroom · 2 years

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THE ENCOUNTER

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x Fan (Charles is a big part of this story too, and MAYBE he will be involved with the fan, idk yet)

Warnings: a bit of smut towards the end, Pierre being a bit arrogant

Word count: 3k

Notes: I had to build up a little bit the story as I want this to have so plot to it and some smut 🌶 but the next part is probably pure smut. Not sure if I’m sorry about how smutty this will be.

Part two is now up

Some days are meant for staying indoors and drinking hot chocolate but that’s not how my day will go, no, because I have to take my neighbour’s dog out for a walk. Don’t get me wrong, the dog is a cutie but the weather in England is not. It’s been raining the whole morning but it stopped earlier so at least I will not get completely soaked. Luna is already excited before we even get outside but once she is outside she is even happier. A car stops and the driver rolls the window down.

“Do you know where number 26 is? I have been looking for it for 5 minutes.” The driver looked somewhat familiar but even though it rained, the sun was out and I could hardly see him properly.

“Yes, it’s kind of hidden. Let me show you the way.” I did not finish my last word and it started pouring. “Wait a second here, I will take the dog back inside so she doesn’t get sick. I’ll be back.”

The driver nodded and I ran back in the building, got Luna inside, luckily she was out just an hour or two before while it was of course raining and I had to clean her up, so this was more of a treat than a need.

Getting back outside, it was raining even more, I should’ve taken an umbrella, but here I am.

“I know parents say to not get in the car with a stranger but would you like to get in the car and show me the way?” The stranger said.

My mother wouldn’t be proud of me for not thinking about it twice and jumping in that car.

As I turn to see the driver I finally realise that it was a familiar face. It was no other than Charles Leclerc, the F1 Ferrari driver.

“So I assume you know who I am if you just made thar face.” He said, smiling awkwardly.

“Yes, I mean, I didn’t really realise until I got in the car.”

“Please don’t post about my location online, I really want peace and quiet for a few days and I am trying to keep a low profile here.”

“Oh, don’t worry I’d never do something like that. I can give you a few tips where to go where not many people will go so you don’t have to be in the house 24/7 to keep a low profile.”

“That would actually be great.” Charles said and then he looked at the road ahead.

“Okay, drive straight here and then to the right.” I continued to guide him until we got to the new built house that many people in the area had their eyes on it but it was sold before people even saw it completely built. It was in a hidden area almost, no one has to drive down that road as it is the only house and it’s a dead end.

“Thank you so much!” He said as I was unfastening my seatbelt and getting ready to leave. “Look, I could do with a friendly neighbour so maybe you wanna come inside, have a coffee and you can teach me how to hide around this city?” Charles said, and look at me expecting an answer. I would be stupid to refuse.

“Of course. That sounds great but you’ll have to take 1 selfie with me that I will keep to myself and not post anywhere.”

He laughed. “I will get you a whole set from our merch with my signature on every single piece.”

I laughed as well and we got out of the car. He led the way to the house and it was a nice new built, especially for England where every house looks similar to the one next to it. The house had some more modern design to it, which was uncommon in England.

Once in the house he asked me what I’d like and I asked for a white coffee. He quickly made the drinks explaining that he had his team come and get the house ready for him to have a bit of a break during the summer. He will spend 2 weeks between Austria and France here just as a trial before the actual summer break.

“A friend will be coming over soon. Well, you might know him, Pierre Gasly.”

“Can I get to meet him? I will keep it cool.” The fan girl came out of me.

“Of course”, he laughed, “he will be happy to know that we will have someone to guide us around so we can be as much undercover as possible.”

Charles excused himself and went upstairs to get changed and see the house. I was drinking my coffee and scrolling through Instagram when the doorbell rang. Charles rushed downstairs and opened the door to Pierre who was carrying 2 big luggage. Was I surprised he had that much stuff? No.

They started speaking in French which was not my strong point at all and then Pierre noticed me. He asked a question which I did not understand because it was in French and then Charles interrupted him.

“Pierre, this is Yasmin. I met her earlier and she was kind enough to not post about my location and actually she is willing to help us stay undercover.”

Pierre didn’t bother to answer in English and continued to say something to Charles in French, but I could tell he was annoyed.

“You might think I am a fan girl who has an agenda but that’s not true and if you’d like, you can check my phone. I would never do anything to hurt the peace and quiet that you can get here as I could never imagine having no freedom and privacy.” I said while Pierre looked at me as unimpressed as humanly possible.

He raised an eyebrow and took a few steps towards me. “Okay, everyone deserves a chance. Don’t make us regret it.”

I smiled at him and Charles looked in my direction with a look that said “we managed to tame the beast”.

“I’ll let you two catch up and I’ll be back later to show you the closest shop and a few places where no one goes to.”

The two of them agreed and as I was leaving Pierre came after me.

“Can I get your number? So we can contact you in case… you know, we got a problem.” He pushed the phone towards me and I took it, typing in my number. “Ring yourself so you have my number too and message me before you come so you don’t have to wait for us.”

He seemed a lot nicer than the first impression he gave me less than 30 minutes ago. Nice but ordering me around like I had no choice. Did I even want a choice? I did as he said and saved his number. I was surprised that he gave me his actual number as it was an Italian number, and I doubt he got an Italian number in England.

I got home and the fan girl inside me died for a second realising I have Pierre Gasly’s number. I decided to keep it calm as they both seem like genuinely nice people. Especially Charles who is even more of a sweetheart than I imagined.

I was getting ready to leave after my neighbour came back home and I took Luna back and I messaged Pierre. I knocked on the door 20 minutes later and Charles opened the door, with a shirt half undone, looking like a Greek God. God help me not lose my mind and jump on this man. I beg you.

“We are still getting ready. Well, I am ready once I finish this”, gesturing at the buttons “But Pierre… he is a different story.”

I laughed, expecting nothing else. Charles’s phone rang and he excused himself, picking up in Italian.

A few minutes pass and Pierre was still nowhere to be seen.

“My team wants me to go to a meeting in 45 minutes. I will have to leave you two to do a bit of shopping and not get Pierre killed by his fans or even worse, hooking up with random girls.”

“That’s a shame, I will show you around another time.” I said, genuinely disappointed as I would love to get to know him more and see him in a normal environment.

“I got your number from Pierre. I will send you a message so you have mine, too. Save it and let’s make sure we get a day to show me around. You’ll be my friend around here.”

For a second I wanted to pinch myself to make sure I was not dreaming, but it was the reality. I nodded and he went upstairs and spoke to Pierre.

“He will be down in 5 minutes. If not, third room down the hallway on the right.”

I laughed again and he quickly made his way out.

5 minutes passed, 10 minutes passed and at 15 minutes I decided to go upstairs to see what Pierre is doing.

I knock on the door once, no answer, twice, no answer. I open it slightly and the room is empty, so I enter.

“Pierre?” No answer. “Hello? Are you here?”

And I feel a hand on my shoulder from behind that makes me jump. I turn around and he is wearing a white t-shirt with a nice pair of jeans, just the perfect shade to match the white t-shirt. The typical large one that does not do any justice for his muscles.

“Stalker?” He asks smiling.

“Of course, I was stalking you. Interesting you have 50 t-shirts in the same shade of white. So impressive and interesting, so unexpected of you.” I said jokingly.

He laughed and God damn, if I didn’t become his biggest fan after hearing that stupid laugh in real life.

“I don’t feel like going out apart from the grocery shopping. I’ll probably just watch a movie or something. You’re welcome to join me after we are back.”

I didn’t say anything because he probably wants to watch it alone but the offer sounded good. He led the way to his rental car and we headed to the nearest supermarket. He was wearing a hat, not in the Pierre way, which was a shame and to be honest, not many people actually looked his way. We quickly made our way through the shopping list, picking up a few bits and bobs that weren’t exactly on the list but Pierre is like a little child. Wanting to try everything.

We bagged and paid everything and off we went.

“I’m sorry to be the mood destroyer.” He said, while driving.

“What?” I said, not really following what he meant.

“Not wanting to go out. I really don’t want to be recognised.” He sounded genuine and I felt so bad for him because it must feel so bad to not be able to get any kind of privacy or freedom to do what you want.

“Oh no, it’s not a problem. Honestly. I totally get that. I’m not a celebrity and I prefer to spend my time away from people. I couldn’t imagine the anxiety I’d have to go out if everyone knew me. Or expected something from me.”

“It’s not that, but people are tiring and it’s selfie after selfie and I cannot even enjoy 1 drink. I love all my fans but sometimes it’s good to have a break and just be around people I really know.”

Hint taken. Not staying for the movie.

“Of course. I can imagine.” And that’s how the conversation died.

I helped him take the bags inside and put everything away.

“Alright, then I will see you…. When I see you.”

“Stay for the movie, it’d be nice to have some company.”

“Umm…Not to sound like I’m turning your words against you, but you don’t really know me and I know you’d prefer to be by yourself.”

“I wouldn’t have asked you to stay if I would’ve preferred that. You helped us today, so stay. We can have some food and some drinks and Charles will be back soon.”

I agreed and he put me in charge to choose a movie. No pressure. My movies taste might literally give him the ick but whatever. I go with an original because why not. Léon. Meanwhile he prepared some fancy cocktails that looked like a professional has made them, together with some snacks we grabbed from the shop.

“Pierre is a man of many talents.” I joked while inspecting my drink.

“Well, I have been told that quite a lot.” He winked at me, and I fainted about 4 times in my head.

We sat down and he admitted to never watching that movie but by the time we saw half of the movie he admitted it was a good one.

I couldn’t help myself but look at him because the man looked better in real life than in pictures.

“The tv screen is there.” He pointed forwards.

“The view here is better.” I said as I laugh.

He takes the remote, pauses the movie and turns his head my way.

“Ask away.”

“Really?” I say surprised.

“Yes, anything.”

“Favourite movie, favourite song, favourite food, an embarrassing thing about Charles, why do you dislike Estie bestie, opinion on all the drivers.”

He laughs. “Damn, you’re quite curious. Food, probably carbonara currently, but it changes often. Favourite movie and song are questions I’ll never be able to answer but I can show you my current playlist and my latest watched movies on Netflix. Esteban is a long story for another time and most drivers are genuinely nice and I don’t actually have any problems with any of them. Charles by far is the best out there and the most humble, but so is Max, he is one of the most underrated friend because he seems tough but he is a teddy bear.” He laughs. “Do I get to ask you questions too?”

I nod. “If you really want to. I’m not that interesting.”

“What’s your job?”

“I’m a management accountant. Boring, I know.”

“Office girl.” He raises his right eyebrow. “Are you a fan of F1?” I nod, knowing he probably will think I am a big girl fan. “Favourite driver?”

“That’s unfair but Leclerc. Ferrari, always.” He smiles. “However, I do like the ex-Redbull drivers too. Vettel, Gasly. You might know them.”

“Oh, that dickhead, Gasly. Arrogant guy. Really good in the rain. Always praying for the rain to come.”

“I know, right?” I laughed as he started laughing.

“Good in wet conditions.” He realised how that came across and quickly stopped. “Not like that, oh God, if only I knew when to shut my mouth.”

“Don’t worry, you do seem quite good in wet conditions. Like the rain, not other things. Not that you don’t look good in that way. I need to stop talking.”

He laughs but my embarrassment doesn’t go away.

“I have never had complains about that. Unfortunately, or not so unfortunately I often make the conditions wet. But only during races I need to pray for that, the rest of the time I make it happen myself.” He winks and turns on the movie. “Watch the movie until the end, I am curious.”

We watched the movie until the end. Charles messaged both of us in a group chat to say he will be late as his team are organising a little meet and greet in London for during the summer break.

At the end of the movie we discussed the end, laughed at how similar we think and I, as a stupid girl, wanted to kiss this man so bad.

“Right, now I’ll really go.” I got up from the sofa before I get any ideas.

“Should we watch another one? Or do something else? Charles will be late and I’ll go crazy. Let’s play on the simulator.”

“I have no clue how to play.”

“I’ll show you.”

2 simulators were in the same room, one with a Ferrari logo and one with the Alpha Tauri.

Take the Ferrari, make Charles’s records worse because they are almost perfect. We didn’t really get to use the simulator because I mostly watched him drive and I was more impressed by him. His muscles were flexing so much as he was moving the wheel or pressing on the pedals.

After a while we went back downstairs and started to watch videos on how the drivers use the simulator. I stretched over him a bit to grab the remote to turn the volume up and our head hit as he moved forward.

“Sorry.” I say quickly, knowing damn well it was my fault.

He laughs, now our faces so close.

“It’s okay.” He smiles.”I really don’t want to mess this friendship but..” he stops talking and kisses me. In a million years I wouldn’t have imagined I would be kissing Pierre Gasly. He pulled me closer and out of instinct I ended up on his lap. There was no way on this planet I could’ve controlled and not started moving my hips.

“Fuck.” Pierre says, as our foreheads touch. “Look, I don’t know if it’s okay. Unless you want this too.”

I would be stupid to refuse but also I should refuse. However, my head had it’s own plan and I kissed him again. His hands went up my body, under my t-shirt and then landed back on my hips and then on my ass, pushing me back and forth, feeling him getting harder underneath me.

“I haven’t slept with someone for months after my breakup.” He admits. “So, you might get quite disappointed.”

“Shut up, Pierre.”

“Bossy. That’s probably the only time you’ll get to be bossy with me. I will give you the chance to back out now. I don’t think I can be sweet right now. You tempted me the whole day. I wanna fuck you.”

“Hopefully, you’re not only words and you’ll live up to your words.”

“Upstairs now. I don’t want Charles walking in on us.”

I stood up to go upstairs and Pierre slapped my ass.

“Take off your jeans first.”

I did as I was told and he picked them up. I started walking and he was behind me on the stairs. Another slap landed on my ass and then a kiss.

The second we entered his room, the door was locked and he turned to me. The man worked fast.

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touyasdoll · 3 years

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Dabi is not a fuckboy it's a lie...

✨Dabi is a virgin✨

Thars it that's the headcanon

Oh my goodness but could you imagine being the one to sexually corrupt DABI?? Ahhh oh fuck, my brain hurts just thinking about it. BET. Here we gooo 😈

Virgin Dabi

Pairing: Dabi x f!reader

Genre: smut & a little fluff w/ civilian reader

Warnings: corruption kink, unprotected sex, daddy kink, breeding, degradation, choking, spitting, virginity loss

Of course he’s a virgin

A) who the hell is he letting get that close to him

& B) I love the man & he’s fine as hell, BUT I feel like he thinks he’s revolting and that no one would want to touch him anyway, so he steers clear of any physical human interactions

Reader as a LOV Member

You join the LOV & attract some attention, but you aren't interested in anyone but Dabi

He would make plenty of fuck boi remarks & talk a of shit for someone who’s never even seen a titty in person

“You couldn’t handle me, doll”

“If you had me, I’d ruin everyone else for ya”

“You got a nice pair on you though, bet you would look good wrapped around my cock”

And then one day you’re done tip-toeing around what you want and you’re like okay then. Go ahead. Fuckin’ ruin me, please, I’m literallyyy begging so hurry up and fuck me already

And he just 👁👄👁

To which you prod at him for getting so shy all of a sudden and then once you figure it out you’re just like, "Are--are you a fucking virgin?"

He tells you to stfu, otherwise he'll roast your ass

Obviously a sensitive little boy, deep down

You playfully taunt and tease him until he is about to literally flame you & then you promise you'll make it up to him by showing him exactly what he's missing

And he’s nervous as all hell, but he doesn’t wanna waste this opportunity so he follows you to your bedroom

“I can’t believe that I’m the lucky woman who gets to have you first,” you smirk, grabbing Dabi by his shirt to tug him close as you kick the door shut behind you.

“You breathe a word of this to any of these fucking assholes and I swear, you’ll live to regret it.” He cocked a warning brow as he stared down expressionlessly.

“Oh, shut up and take your clothes off,” you rolled your eyes, dismissing his thinly veiled embarrassment with a laugh. “Why would I tell anyone I fucked you?” You tugged your top off over your head with a playful wink in his direction.

“This how foreplay usually goes for you, sweetheart?” He shed his shirt, moving to work on his belt when you reached a hand out to stop him.

“Wait,” you hooked two fingers behind the leather strap, tugging on it as you brought yourself flush against him. “Is it foreplay that you want, baby? Because, I promise, I’m real good at that.”

You pressed the pads of your fingers onto his stomach, gently trailing them along the mixture of scarred and unmarred skin that was stitched together by cool, silver staples.

He shivered involuntarily, groaning at ghostly touch of your fingertips, “Fuck,” he sighed, turning his attention to your breasts as they pressed up against him, spilling slightly out of your cups.

“Tell you what,” you lean in, kissing his neck slowly in between whispers. “Since you,” kiss. “We’re so vulnerable with me,” kiss. “I’ll return the favor,” kiss.

You begin undoing his belt with one hand, bringing the other up to push into his hair, tugging his head to the side to expose the more tender spots of his neck as his hands grasp your hips, his digits pressing into the soft flesh as his breath becomes shakier.

“Lucky for you,” you continue, leaving a lingering kiss on top of his hammering pulse. “I like getting fucked like a whore,” kiss. “I’ll let you do damn near anything your filthy little brain can think up,” kiss. “And I’ll call you daddy while you do it,” kiss. “On two conditions.”

You lift your lips to his ear, sucking on his lobe gently before whispering, “You don’t hold back and you stuff me full of that sticky, sweet cum of yours when you’re done with me.”

His eyes fluttered shut as he groaned, rutting the tent in his pants against yours hips in an attempt to find some relief for his throbbing cock.

“Does that sound fair, Daddy?” you let out a breathy little moan in his ear as you tugged his pants down, wrapping your fingers around his thick cock.

///

“Please, Daddy,” you begged, “Lemme taste more of you. Wan’ it. Wan’ it bad,” you stuck your tongue out, mouth hanging open as you kneeled before him, placing his hand over your throat.

He took the reins without hesitation, his eyes becoming a shade more devious as he applied pressure to either side of your neck, holding your head back as he let a long string of saliva dangle from his mouth and drop into yours.

You moaned, making a show of tasting him on your tongue as you closed your lips, returning to bobbing you head along his length.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you kissed the head of his cock, stroking him languidly as a growl left his chest.

“Get up. On the bed,” his voice was hoarse and impatient.

“Yes, Daddy,” you obeyed, crawling onto the bed and laying back on your elbows, spreading your legs and exploring your own folds, parting your lips with your fingers as he watched, slack-jawed while he pumped his throbbing cock.

“You are a good little bitch, aren’t you?” He smirked, climbing atop you as he lined himself up with your entrance.

“Mm, only for you. Only here,” you sighed, expunging a needy whine from your lungs as you wriggled in anticipation, “Please, fuck me, Daddy. Use my cunt til you fill it up, please, Sir.”

“Shit, baby,” he groaned, thrusting into you with abandon. “Holy fuck, you feel so good.”

The next breath that he expelled was shaky. He was lost already, positively drunk on the feeling of your velvet walls sucking him in deeper each time he slipped inside you. He chased the euphoria too eagerly, feeling himself getting too close, too quickly.

He stopped abruptly, pulling his length from you as you whined, “Put it back, please. Need you to fuck me, oh please, Daddy.”

He shook his head, “Listen, I may be inexperienced, but I do know if you wanna cum too, I’m gonna need a sec.”

“Is that all? C’mere,” you tapped the space beside you in bed with a sweet, subservient grin as you sat up and waited for him to sit back against the headboard before sinking yourself onto his length.

You reveled in the sight of his eyes rolling back as you clenched around him, the sound of the grunt that left his throat sending you on a high as you slowly rolled your hips atop his.

“I’ll take care of you, Daddy,” you leaned forward, whispering against his lips as he whimpered beneath you, his large hands finding your ass, groping each cheek as his lust blown pupils met yours. Your lips collided, a smirk replacing your sweet grin as you whisper, “Gonna ruin every other pussy for you.”

Reader as a Civilian

He’s in some scummy bar & so are you

You’re really just trying to get some dick tonight

He’s just trying to get the fuck away from the shithole that the LOV is currently cramped up in

You’ve had just enough liquid courage to strike up a conversation

He’s shocked that someone like you is talking to him

Even more shocked by how forward you are

But he fucking loves it and he gets carried away bantering back and forth with you

Next thing you know, he’s back at your place with you and you’re ripping each other’s clothes off

And then the reality sets in that he has no fucking idea what he’s doing

You sense how nervous he is even though he’s trying to play it off so you ask what’s wrong

And you’re just so nice and you’re literally the first person who’s ever like genuinely wanted him so he caves and drops his guard for a millisecond to admit he’s inexperienced

So you promise to walk him through it & swear that you’re both gonna have a really great time

“Is something wrong?” You pull away to look up at him, keeping your arms around his neck as you search his wary expression.

“No, no.” He shakes his head, pressing his hand to your spine to pull you closer to him, closing the distance between your lips.

“Mm,” you sigh through your nose, running a hand over his chest, delicately passing over the staples as you retract once again to question him. “Are you sure? I’m sorry, I’m not trying to kill the mood or anything, I just—you seem like maybe something’s bothering you? Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?”

He tilts his head back, letting out a deep breath as he attempts to shake the nerves from his mind. But once he looks back at you, seeing the way you’re looking up at him, he can’t hold it in any longer.

You don’t look disgusted with him or every reluctant to be near him. You’re willingly sharing such an intimate moment with him and treating him with a kindness that he’d never encountered until now. For a moment, he feels more vulnerable that you asked about his well-being than the fact that he’s nearly naked in front of you.

“I, uh,” he hangs his head, mortified to be exposing himself on yet another level this evening to a perfect stranger. He makes the confession so quietly that you can barely hear the words as they leave his lips, “I’m actually a virgin.”

“Oh,” your eyebrows jump in surprise, but you quickly recover your soft expression, lifting a hand to his cheek, hovering it above his heated skin to wait for his permission, which he grants you in the form of a nod and you cup his face as gently as you can. “That’s okay, I don’t mind. I mean, if you don’t. I’ve never been anyone’s first time, so uh, this is kind of a first for me too?” You laugh quietly, “We can figure it out together, if you still wanna. I mean, even if it takes a few tries, I’m willing to bet we’ll both have plenty of fun.”

“Oh yeah?” He raises a playful eyebrow, giving you a glimpse of the first genuine smile that you’d seen on his face. “I guess we should give it a shot then, huh?”

You nod, taking one of his hands between both of yours as you lead him to your bed.

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“Fuck, oh! Holy shit, yes! Yes! Yes!” You spasmed beneath him, desperately clinging to the bed sheets as he slammed his cock against your cervix, sending you off into your orgasm while he ran towards finding his own.

He couldn’t believe what he’d been missing out on all this time. It was incredible to see what he could do to you, how you would moan or sigh or whine at varying degrees depending on just where and how roughly he touched you.

He almost didn’t want to cum, it felt too fucking good having your walls clamp down around his cock, your ankles behind his head trapping his length so securely inside your already tight little pussy.

He couldn’t hold on for another second. His hands reached back, grabbing your ankles and ripping your legs from his shoulders, tossing them to their respective sides, leaving you splayed wide open for him as he leaned down, bracing himself with a hand on one side of you and an elbow on the other.

He buried himself in the crook of your neck, groaning and crying out as the pleasure got to be too much for him, “Gonna—g-gonna fucking cum, oh fuck,” he sputtered, his hips faltering before thrusting into you with renewed vigor as he finally burst.

He collapsed on top of you, leaving himself draped over your vibrating form as you both basked in the fog of the aftermath.

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A Not So Southern Christmas-- Part 5

This is obviously a rewrite of my old fic. I have been feeling romantic and Christmasy, so I figured it was time to bring back my favorite holiday couple. Title banner by the wonderful @whatishockey. The center photo is from a gifset by the amazing@powerblais

Synopsis: When Adelaide Thibodeaux finds her husband to be diddling the wedding planner in the Church before their nuptials, she walks out and is determined to take her dream honeymoon by herself. Until she gets a seat upgrade to first class and ends up next to Hurricanes Defenceman, Joel Edmundson. Holiday shenanigans ensue.

Author's Notes: Rushed to get this done for Christmas, so ignore any typos please. THAR BE SMUT AHEAD. This was written in early 2019 before Eddy went to Montreal as a free agent. I will be tagging both teams. It's been a while since I've posted a dual POV so reminder that *~*~*~*~*~* delineates a change in POV.

Tag List: @leafs-foreverr, @pagirl6866, @colecockfield If you would like to be part of the tag list, please let me know.

Part 5

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When I woke up in the morning, I could tell the snow was falling heavy. Daylight was trying hard to penetrate the wall of blizzard outside and failing.

Sometime during the night, I had flipped Adelaide over my body and she was curled into my chest as I faced the wall of windows on “my” side of the bed. She was snoring softly and had gotten rid of the sweatshirt sometime during the night. Probably because I was a human furnace when I slept.

That was fine by me as I lifted the covers to take a peek at her pajamas that drove me insane. She burrowed into me more as the cold air hit her skin and I let the coverlet fall and wrapped my arms around her. I was awake, I had to pee, and I was horny. I was definitely looking forward to the day where I could wake her up in the morning with my cock sliding into her hot wet cunt. The thought made me swallow, hard.

She snuggled into the hollow of my throat which didn’t make me want her less, but I was doing this “in the moment” bullshit now so I wrapped my arms around her even tighter as I hugged her to my body and watched the blizzard swirl outside the hotel windows.

I lifted my wrist to check the time and it was just after seven in the morning. I had no idea what the streets below looked like but based on what I could see falling in the muted morning light, pending a Christmas miracle, we weren’t getting out of Chicago today.

There was a grumble somewhere around the vicinity of my throat and phone started to vibrate on the side table. Reaching over the dark haired badger making unhappy noises into my throat, I picked up the phone.

If the majority of my blood wasn’t in my dick, if I didn’t have a beautiful woman snuggled into my body, and if I had been awake more than two minutes, I probably wouldn’t have answered a facetime call from a number I didn’t recognize, but I did.

When I hit accept, I had less than a second to 1) realize the caller was Adele and 2) Notice Adelaide’s dark head was clearly visible under my chin before her sister let out a shriek that could have awoken long dead Egyptian Pharaohs.

The noise made Adelaide bolt upright, her head snapping me in the chin so hard my teeth smashed together, and when her sister was able to clearly see what she was wearing, that got another shriek of joy of which any toddler in the world would have been jealous.

My phone was snatched out of my hand and Adelaide threw it across the room where it landed harmlessly on the carpet, her voice a harsh whisper, “What the fuck, Joel?”

All of my blood was still not where it was supposed to be and I was having a difficult time processing everything that just happened in the span of three seconds.

Stretching my jaw, I moved it side to side with my fingers, tongue running over my teeth to make sure they were still there. That would have been an embarrassing story to tell the boys. Adele’s voice was tinny from across the suite and I pulled Adelaide back down in the bad and pulled the duvet over our heads as I feverishly whispered, “What the fuck just happened?”

Her hands started running over my body, like she was checking me for injuries and it was NOT helping the situation in my boxer briefs. “Why did I just wake up to my sister shrieking like she just opened new Louboutins?”

I snatched one of her roving hands and placed it not so subtly on my dick, “Because I woke up three minutes ago wrapped around a beautiful woman wearing the lingerie you’re wearing, making badger noises into my chest and all my blood is here.”

Her fingers trailed idly over the hard length and I couldn’t help the noise I made in my throat. She didn’t seem to notice, “Badger noises?”

I swallowed and struggled for control, grabbing her wrist, “Adelaide, your sister is still talking into that phone across the room and unless you want my dick so deep inside you it’s coming out your throat, I need you to stop. Please.”

The little minx didn’t stop, she actually smirked. I wouldn’t have thought Adelaide could smirk, but she did and she slipped her fingers into the waistband of my Calvins and she wrapped her entire hand around the shaft and stroked.

I swallowed and sank into the pillows, “Fuuuuuuccckk.”

Suddenly her face was in front of mine, “You have to stay quiet until Adele hands up, which, she knows we are in the same bed, and she wants deets OR to see you naked, so don’t bet on that.”

Holding her wrist still, I hissed, “I do not know what you did with the sweet southern woman I picked up at the airport, but this is not appropriate!”

She smirked again uncharacteristically, “She woke up curled around a very very hot half naked man and she decided to stop being stupid. So do you want my mouth on you or not?”

Propriety was NOT my strong suit and I had made an unsuccessful attempt at being a gentleman, so I gave in. I let her wrist go and settled on my back, folding my hands behind my head, “I’m a man in bed with a gorgeous woman, who wants me in her throat? If this is some kind of test, then I fail.”

Placing her lips on mine, she gave me a gentle kiss and released Little Eddy before hopping out of bed like an adorable long legged doe.

I sighed and pushed up into a seated position, the headboard supporting my back as she picked up the phone, “Hi Dellie bye Dellie!” She hit the end button with a jaunty wave and turned the phone off before tossing it back on the bed. “Give me a minute?”

“I’m not going anywhere, Lady,” I said, gesturing to Little Eddy making a tent under the duvet.

She disappeared into the bathroom and i put the phone on the nightstand. She didn’t take long but I was staring out the windows, lost in my thoughts when she returned. Climbing on the bed, she straddled my hips and pulled the covers up around her waist, “Open your mouth.”

Her breath was minty fresh and I knew she had brushed her teeth in the bathroom and I was suddenly self-conscious about my own breath. It was a new feeling, I was never self-conscious about anything.

I opened my mouth, and like she had read my thoughts she placed a breath strip on my tongue. In that moment it was my heart and not my dick that twitched.

Settling my hands on his hips, I shifted so she was perfectly stradldling my hard on and I arched up into her. She sucked a breath through her teeth, hands coming to rest on my bare shoulders.

When I spoke my breath was also minty fresh, “Are you sure, Lady?”

Rolling her hips against me, she shyly bit her lip and I felt my self control shred. “Lady?”

Letting her lip pop out from between her teeth she answered, “Yeah, I’m sure.”

I lifted my hands to hold her head, thumbs under her chin and I held her for a kiss.

She was the one to deepen the kiss, her tongue slipping between my lips and an absolutely feral sound originated in my throat. Holding her to me, I flipped us and she gave a small squeak as her back hit the mattress. I had an entire buffet of Adelaide and her lips were just round one. Breaking the kiss I started to nibble down her neck.

Her hands trailed up my spine, her voice breathless, “holy shit Eddy.”

“What?” I replied between kisses. I was trying to decide if that silken pajama set was going to hit the floor now or later.

“You just threw me around like a feather.”

I chuckled against her skin, “Trust me you’re not a feather, but you’re not another 240lb hockey player in full pads either. You’re not nearly as big as you think you are.”

She didn’t answer, just gasped as I nipped her nipple through her cami, my free hand plucking at the other. I suddenly made a decision and lifted the shirt up and over her head, red silk and white lace hitting the floor before I laid her back down again.

Her fingers threaded through my hair as I sucked a nipple into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the nub. My fingers rolled her other nipple between them before I trapped it and started to squeeze with increasing pressure until Adelaide arched her hips into me with a moan.

Her voice was barely a whisper, “oh my god, Eddy.”

I hummed against her as I continued kissing down her body, “hmmm, if that’s all it takes to get an ‘oh my god, Eddy.’ I’m looking forward to the rest of this.”

She flinched when I started kissing across her stomach and I’m pretty sure I actually growled, “Whatever dumb insecure bullshit you just thought of, knock it off.”

I kissed across her belly again, tongue dipping into her navel before my fingers found the waistband of her shorts. They too hit the floor and suddenly she was laid out in front of me completely naked. She was just as spectacular as I thought she would be.

“Fuck, you are beautiful.”

Her pussy lips were glistening and I traced a finger down the seam gathering her juices before I let it slip between them. Watching her face, I slid my finger over her clit and pressed down, rolling it against the pad of my finger. She gasped and her hands fisted in the sheets.

I let my finger slide down her folds, adding pressure as it found her entrance and I pushed it inside. She was so wet and warm, I needed to taste her. I moaned as I licked her clit; she was so tight and her cunt sucked my finger inside her. She arched off the bed and buried her fingers in my hair, gripping the strands as I lapped at her cunt and fucked her with my finger.

At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to see this beautiful woman cum. I sucked on her clit and slid a second finger inside her and she gasped. Twisting them inside her I pressed the tips to her walls, searching for her g-spot and her hips lifted when I found it and she gyrated in the air trying to get more stimulation.I fucked her with my fingers then, dragging them along the spot, clit trapped between my teeth as I sucked. She was panting as I fucked her, chest heaving, breasts moving with every breath.

When she started to beg, I almost lost it. “Eddy, oh my god. Please. PLEASE.” I pushed a third finger inside her and bit down on her clit with increasing pressure until her back bowed off the bed and she was scratching at the headboard with her free hand. Her pussy convulsed around my fingers and I let her clit go, lapping at it with a flat tongue as I fucked her through the orgasm, cunt rippling around my digits.

Her juices were running down my hand and I needed to be inside her. Untangling her hand from my hair I pushed it above her head and gripped both of her wrists in my hand as I levered over her, shoving my underwear down my hips. My cock bounced free and I shifted, dragging the head through her dripping pussy until it notched at her entrance.

My voice was more forceful than I intended for it to be. “Are you on birth control?”

She nodded, hands still pinned above her head and I slid into her body with a hard thrust, feeling the crown of my cock drag against her walls. Even after an orgasm and good finger fucking she was still tight and it took few thrusts to get all the way in. I held my dripping fingers to her mouth. “Suck.” Her lips stretched around all three fingers, tongue running over them, tasting herself.

When I was buried inside her to the hilt, I felt the tip of my cock pressed against her cervix and she rotated her hips, trying to get me deeper. Taking my hand out of her mouth, I supported my weight with it. She squirmed under my body and she whined, her voice needy. “Eddy, fuck Eddy, you are so big, I need more.”

I bent down, lips latching onto her skin below her collarbone and I sucked hard as I slammed my hips into her repeatedly. I did this for a few minutes, sucking a bruise into her skin, marking her as my hips set a slow forceful pace. The only sounds were her whimpers covered by the fervent slap of our bodies together. When the mark was an angry purple, I turned my attention to her nipples; my cock was slamming into her so hard that her entire body shook, which had her boobs bouncing in my face.

I latched onto a nipple, my free hand trapping the other between my fingers and I bit down and squeezed at the same time. She arched up into me with a string of curses, legs wrapping around my waist and that was my undoing. I braced both hands on the headboard and I fucked her hard and furious, our bodies sounding like applause through hissed expletives.

Her orgasm seemed to catch her by surprise as I shifted my hips, the shaft of my cock dragging along her clit as I fucked her. Watching her face as she came was my breaking point and I felt my balls tighten as I shot stream after stream of cum into her cunt.

I braced my weight on my forearms trying not to put too much weight on her, because I didn’t want to pull out just yet. I wanted to stay inside her hot wet warmth forever.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

My voice was breathless like Scarlett O’Hara had run a mile, “Holy Shit Eddy.” He refused to put any weight on me, but refused to move as well so I wrapped my arms around him and tugged.

His voice was muffled in the crook of my neck, “No Lady, I’m too heavy.”

“Let me be the judge of that will ya,” I said, pressing a kiss into his temple. I tugged him down again and this time he obliged, settling his weight carefully on top of me, his softening cock still inside me, filling me. I wanted to stay in this moment forever.

We laid there, sweat drying on my skin, pussy still fluttering anemically around his cock as he nosed my ear pressing gentle kisses along my neck. “That was perfect, you’re perfect. God, I don’t even know when I’ve cum that hard.”

I sighed and hugged him tight, “One of the drawbacks of living in the moment is wanting to stay here forever, never wanting to go back to reality.”

He propped himself up on an elbow and kissed me sloppy and deep, our tongues lazily entwining until he had his fill and he pulled back, pressing his wet lips to my face in soft kisses. “You think when Christmas is over I’m just going to go away? You are sorely mistaken. I just became addicted to you Lady.”

I sighed again, relaxing into the heat his body produced, “You say that now, before we have to go back to the real world.”

He pulled back, lifting his hips to watch his dick slide out of my body, followed by a trickle of his cum. I watched him as his fingers gathered it and bit my lip as he shoved it back inside him. It was so crude and possessive, I almost came again before he brought his finger to my lips, his voice commanding, “Suck.”

Opening my mouth, I drew them in, sucking our co-mingled juices off his skin. He uttered a hissed, “Fuck,” and pulled his fingers from my mouth as there was a knock at the door

He kissed me, tongue invading my mouth like he was trying to lick our cum off of my tongue. Sex with Dan had never been like this. We had only done it a handful of times but they had been fumbling, hurried, unfulfilling events in the dark with him grunting and thrusting erratically and I had nothing else to compare them too. If this was what sex was supposed to be like, I understood why Adele was so insistent I get out an “get some.”

There was another knock, “Room service!”

He broke the kiss and pressed our foreheads together, “I ordered coffee and breakfast last night.”

I gave him a soft kiss on the lips. “Mmm, that was mighty thoughtful of you.”

His eyes were soft and almost a little wistful, “Is it weird that I’m hoping this blizzard lasts a few more days and instead of going home I can just spend the next three days fucking you in increasingly depraved ways?”

I gave him another chaste kiss. “Go get breakfast before my ass deflates.”

He pouted and kissed me again, “We can’t have that, it’s one of my favorite parts about you.”

I gave him a small shove. “Go.” He responded by tucking the covers around my naked body, his cock limp and shiny against his thighs as he pulled his underwear on and walked to the other side of the bed for his joggers.

There was no way to hide the smell of sex in the room and I wanted to pull the covers over my head and hide from the employee delivering breakfast.

How he managed to pull on his sweats and gracefully hop across the suite, I don’t know. I would have crashed into 14 pieces of furniture and probably needed stitches and a trip to the hospital.

“Can I pay for the tip, or…” I asked, after clearing my throat. He snatched his wallet off the table and rolled his eyes at me, clearly not dignifying my request with an answer.

I threw a pillow at his retreating back and huffed, “You’re such a jerk!”

A smirk covered his face as he reached the door, “Yeah, according to Don Cherry, I’m part of a bunch.”

I flopped back into the remaining pillows and pulled the covers over my head, he was impossible, “Well Don Cherry is a dinosaur in completely awful suits!”

I stayed under the duvet for the transaction and wondered if I could just hide out under the goose down forever. Soon the smell of bacon smothered the smell of sex in the room and I peeked out from the safety of the duvet only to find Joel wafting the smell toward me with a napkin.

His grin was wide, “Mmm. There’s my Lady. Come eat.”

I rolled my eyes, clutching the sheet to my chest, and trying to find the pajama set to put on.

He poured me a coffee. “Lady, just wrap the sheet around you and come eat, because getting dressed is an act of futility. I’m just going to strip you naked again as soon as we are done eating.”

Somehow I managed to gather the huge sheet around my body in some kind of toga and not trip on the ends as I made my way to the table. When I sat and started to chew on a piece of bacon, my voice was dry, “What makes you think you’re going to get me naked again?”

A smile stretched his face, but his eyes were dark. “Because I’m gonna put on the antlers and you’re gonna put on the elf hat.”

I tried to resist the whole body shiver that snaked down my spine, but based on Eddy’s gleeful smirk I wasn’t sure how successful I was.

Picking up a fork I pushed the eggs around on my plate. “Speaking of that… we didn’t um.. Use protection.”

He paused chewing and swallowed before he spoke, “You said you were on birth control.”

“I am… but like pregnancy isn’t the only STD”

He choked on his coffee at the implication that children were STDs. “I haven’t been with anyone since I was last tested.”

Frowning, I put down my fork. “Oh yeah? What about me? I could be a giant… slut!”

He gave me a dry look, “The fact that you had to search for the word slut in you vocabulary tells me all I need to know, but please stop me if at any point this becomes inaccurate. You met Dan three years ago. It took him almost six months to get into your pants. You’d have sex two to three times a week at first, you were engaged by your second year together, by the third year you were down to once a month at most, none at all leading up to the wedding. You figured the wedding would change things.”

My frown became a scowl and I pushed the eggs around on my plate some more. I didn’t want to tell him he was off the mark but not in the way he would be expecting and that my experience was actually much much less than that. He looked awfully pleased with himself as he finished his stupid egg white omlette. I hoped it tasted like sad kale.

“We actually only had sex a few times and it wasn’t like what we…” I trailed off and pushed my food around some more.

I could tell he didn’t know what to do with that information, so he changed the subject, “Stop frowning and start eating.” He finished his plate and grabbed his phone off the nightstand.

While he disappeared into his device my eyes strayed to the windows and the city of Chicago. We both spoke at the same time.

“The snow stopped.”

“Our flight wasn’t cancelled.”

Suddenly, I was faced with the reality that life existed outside of this suite and I was going to bumfuck nowhere Manitoba with a professional hockey player to crash his family’s Christmas.

He pointed at me, the rest of his fingers still curled around his phone, “Stop it.”

I frowned and pushed the eggs to the other side of my plate, just to change it up for once. “What? I didn’t do anything.”

“You’ve suddenly realized you said you’d go home with me and you’re feeling some sort of way about it and that way is not jumping for joy,” he said as he refilled my coffee up with his free hand.

It was creepy how easy could read me, he barely knew me, “Joel…”

He practically growled. “I hate when you call me Joel. When you call me Eddy you’re all cute or turned on. When you call me Joel, inevitably, something I’m not going to like is about to come out of your mouth. New rule, you’re not allowed to call me Joel.”

He started clearing his side of the table, putting things back on the cart. “Finish your breakfast. Our flight was moved up an hour. They want to try and get us out of here before the skies clear completely and the temperature drops 20 degrees and the runways are covered in ice instead of snow.”

I managed a few bites of the eggs, ate another strip of bacon and gave up on breakfast. My Momma would have been cluckin’ and feeling my forehead. Wrapping my hands around my mug of coffee, I stared out the window. The oppressive snow clouds started to lift and once again the Chicago street below me started to buzz with cars and people as the city began to dig out from the storm. My mind joined them, wondering what each one was doing with their day.

I felt pressure on my wrist, when I looked down Joel was carefully unwrapping my fingers from the mug and he tugged me out of my seat. When he spoke his voice was soft, “Hey, do you still want to come home with me?”

My shoulders lifted so high I could've sworn they brushed my earlobes before I dropped them in an exaggerated shrug. “I like you, I like the way you make me feel. I’d follow you to the ends of the earth to keep feeling this way but, everything just seems to be processing finally.”

He stepped closer, his fingers and palms grazing the line of my jaw before his hands buried in my hair. He lifted my chin with his thumbs and pressed a kiss to my lips. “No pressure, you know. We can go to Toronto or I can take you home to Alabama and crash your family’s Christmas.”

I managed to stop my eyes mid roll, because Joel in Alabama would be a disaster, “I’m just worried about what people will think, what your family will think. You already posted that photo to instagram, people probably think I’m some holiday hooker or something.”

He rested his forehead against mine, “Adelaide, no one with a soul can dislike you and why do you care what people think? No one on Instagram thinks you’re a holiday whore, they think you’re my girlfriend. So if that addressed all your concerns, in a perfect world where would you be right now?”

“On my honeymoon with a man who loved me and inbetween sightseeing and sex I’d be worried if the new towels matched the shower curtains for the house.” The thought escaped before I could stop it and he sighed.

“Well, I’m wayyyy better than Dear Old Dan, but Manitoba is a poor substitute for Toronto, so we are batting 50/50.”

I placed the hand I wasn’t using to hold up my sheet toga up, on his bare chest. I knew it wasn’t possible but I felt electricity flow between us. “But you’re going to be in Manitoba, so Manitoba wins.” He lifted my chin and kissed me again, this time his tongue sliding between my teeth.

As we kissed he backed me up against the bed and I yelped, my mouth ripped away from his as I fell ungracefully onto the mattress.

Joel didn’t flop around like a beached sperm whale, his descent to the bed was controlled and graceful as his arms landed on the bed on either side of my head.

His head tilted, brows arching as he looked at me, “A weird expression just crossed your face.”

“I was momentarily jealous of how graceful you are.”

“Is that what that expression was?” He looked amused.

“Yes, bu this expression is me remembering there’s at LEAST two videos of you on youtube sprawling on the ice because you forgot to take your skate guards off and that made me feel better about myself.”

He sat up against the headboard and hauled my sheet-toga clad body against his. “I’m glad those seriously embarrassing moments in my life give you peace.”

Unwrapping my body, I settled the sheet over both of us and rested my head on his shoulder. After a moment, he cleared his throat and when I looked up at him, he was wearing the reindeer antlers. “I believe I have a fantasy…”He plopped the elf hat on my head with a hopeful waggle of his eyebrows, “What do you say?”

I didn’t answer, just trailed my fingers down his body, the tips dipping into the valleys of his abs, feeling the muscles contract at the sensation. I wondered how much he worked out to get a body like this and I figured it was a million hours per day and I knew he sacrificed bacon and egg yolks. His body was nice, but God, at what cost?

His cock jumped, already hard, as I licked his sex lines and slipped my fingers around him giving a firm tug. Living in the moment was something new for me and apparently it took practice. But I was fully flexing that tiny little muscle now and fully prepared to chase my own pleasure while using this man’s body like an adult playground.

His cock still had that musty after sex smell clinging to the skin and I wanted to taste it, taste us. Leaning over him I ran my tongue around the mushroomed crown and he let out a breath through his nose, one of his hands sliding into my hair, “Fuck, Baby.”

I licked the length before taking him in my mouth and sucked until my lips met my hand. When I let him go to take him in my throat his hips lifted and I thought he was going to fuck my face. Instead, his hand fisted in my hair and he gently pulled me off his cock. “I’m too close. I don't want to finish in your mouth.”

He pulled me on top of his body as I licked my lips. “But what if I want to taste you?”

“Mmm you can suck it off my cock after.” His hand slipped between our bodies and I suddenly found myself full of his fingers, “But my cum belongs here.”

“Oh.” I didn’t know what to say to that but I felt my walls ripple against his digits and I rocked on them as I got wetter.

His smile was wicked as he removed his fingers and lined up his cock, gripping my hips and rolling them slowly until he was buried inside me. “You like that idea? Being full of my cum?”

I bit my lip and nodded, rolling my hips again, feeling him deep inside me, head snug against my cervix he was so deep. The pressure was arousing and intense and I wanted more even though there wasn’t anymore of him or anywhere for it to go. Bracing my hands on his chest I let him take my whole weight, feeling so full of his entire length pressed inside me.

Letting go of my hips, he palmed my breasts, hefting them and holding the weight of them in his hands as I rode him. “I’m going to remember this forever.”

I was so turned on, my entire body felt flushed as his dick slid in and out of my sopping pussy. I mewled when his fingers plucked at my nipples and rolled my hips to shift the angle of his cock inside me, trying to get friction on my clit.

When he pinched my nipples, I gasped and increased my pace, “Fuck Eddy, I’m so close.” My voice was breathy and my hair was sticking the sweat on my neck.

Releasing one, the blood rushing to the tip was a sensation I felt right in my clit and his hand slid down my belly, his thumb seeking the bundle of nerves that so desperately wanted stimulation. One of my nipples was still pinched between his fingers and he increased the pressure rolling it between the pads of his thumb and forefinger as his thumbnail scraped my clit and I fell apart, bucking hard on his cock, as I had the hardest orgasm I had ever experienced.

His hips shot up as my walls fluttered around him, fucking me through it. “That’s it. Cum on my cock, Lady.” His fingers teasing my nipples and clit didn’t stop until I couldn’t hold myself up anymore and my elbows buckled.

Before I knew what was happening, he was out from under me and I whimpered as he pulled out, but he then he was behind me, pulling me to my knees and he slammed back in, fucking me so furiously that a second orgasm followed on the heels of the first, and this time his thrusts became erratic as he slammed into my cunt, cock twitching as he spilled inside me for the second time.

His long fingers were gripping my hips so hard I was sure there were going to be bruises and he was pressed as deep as he could be as the final ropes of cum shot out of him.

He stayed in me, pelvis flush with my ass as he ran a hand up and down my sweaty spine. “When you cum it feels like your pussy is literally trying to milk the cum from my balls. Is it weird that I like fucking you bareback? I never fuck women without a condom,” his voice was rough as he finally pulled out and I felt some of his cum dribble out. His fingers scooped it up and he held it in front of my lips. I lapped at his fingers as he flopped next to me and hauled me against his chest.

I made some sort of noise that indicated the negative to his question and ran my fingers down his chest. The asshole wasn’t sweating or winded and I felt like I needed a drink and a cigarette and 20 hours of sleep.

His phone vibrated on the side table and he reached over to grab it, “Your sister is trying to call again.”

I buried my face into his chest. “You have to change your phone number now. I have to change my number too. Does your mom want a daughter?”

Declining the call, he set the phone back on the table and wrapped his long arms around me, “I already got a DM from a cousin asking if the woman in the photo I posted was my fiance. There were apparently some wires crossed between my mom and aunt and the words ‘daughter-in law’ were used in some capacity and honestly, I don’t know the whole story but if we eloped no one would be happier than my mother.”

I didn’t know what to do with all that information and I just sighed, listening to Joel’s steady heartbeat beneath my ear tracing figure eights around his nipple with my fingernail.

He swept my hair over my shoulder. “Are you just going to ignore that?”

“YUP. No idea how to process so didn’t happen. I heard nothin’.”

His fingers continued combing through my hair, “It’s almost 9:30. We still need to get up and showered before we check out so we can get to the airport on time. And your phone has been off since last night according to the angry text I just got from Adele, so maybe turn it on and call your family before your dad kills me and no one ever finds the body.”

I rolled my eyes. “Are you sure Adele isn’t your type? You’re both giant drama queens.”

“Ma’am I am a drama KING.”

I tried to use my liquid muscles to sit up. “Ok Mr. Crop Top Man.”

A yelp escaped as he suddenly flipped us, his narrow hips between my thighs, arms caged around my head, lips on mine as his tongue lashed into my mouth. I was halfway turned on again when he lifted his head, “I just made you cum like four times in the last two hours, are you seriously questioning my virile masculinity?”

“If I say yes will you make it five?” I said with a smug tone.

He groaned, burying his face into the crook of my neck. “You’re a vixen. I would love nothing more than to spend the day in bed, enjoying your body, making you scream my name, but that has to wait until All Star break. Maybe I can whisk you away to someplace with a beach and little umbrellas in the drinks, but right now, you have to get your beautiful butt outta bed and I don’t mind you smelling like my cum, I prefer it actually, but other people might not like it.”

When I spoke my voice was soft, “All Star break? Some place with a beach?”

“You heard me. Now, let’s go.” He rolled off of me and I was being hauled to my feet and directed to the bathroom still trying to process his comment about the break.

#joel edmundson #joel edmundson fic #joel edmundson imagine #carolina hurricanes #carolina hurricanes fic #carolina hurricanes imagine #canes imagine #canes #canes fic #montreal canadiens #montreal canadiens imagine #montreal canadiens fic #nhl smut #hockey smut #nhl imagine #nhl rpf #hockey rpf #hockey fic #nhl fic

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thisweekingundamwing · 3 years

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This Week in Gundam Wing 23-29 May 2021

I’m so on the ball with this lately... >_> Sorry. Here’s this week’s roundup! May 23rd - 29th!

Remember to give your content creators some love! Be sure to join in on the events at the bottom! And remember to send in any new works you see or make next week!

~Mod Hel

Fanfiction/Snippets/AU Ideas:

@bobo-is-tha-bomb

The Preventer Calendar https://archiveofourown.org/works/31561295

Gen, Reader, Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei, Zechs Merquise, OC - Character

Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, Humor, Partial Nudity, Reader-Insert, Nudity, A teeny hint of TrowaxReader, Rating because of some gratuitous nudity on Trowa's side

Twelve models, twelve shoots, twelve different locations in the Ardennes, and all of it in two fucking days. Because Preventer couldn’t spare you their agents any longer than that.

Why had you agreed to do this project again?

It's all for the arts.

boxofhatebrains

Helping Hand https://archiveofourown.org/works/31620146

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply, Light Angst, Comfort/Angst, Minor Injuries, Implied/Referenced Blow Jobs, Not Gundam Wing: Frozen Teardrop Compliant, after series, Flirting, Not Beta Read, slight reference to Episode Zero, Swearing

Duo realizes that Heero comes around whenever he damn well feels like it. They’ve been in contact for the last seven years after the Mariemaia incident, but generally at Heero’s own whim. Duo stays in the same place, it’s Heero who gravitates.

This time is no different.

@duointherain

Silent Menace https://duointherain.tumblr.com/post/652120818915115009/fic-silent-menace-11

1x2x1

Warnings: Mute Duo. Drugged and injured Heero.

Une always had the dark side of the job. She’d let others give out goodness, but bad news she owned herself. Duo had come to the conclusion that she was trying to take responsibility, trying to be a decent person. He could vibe with that.

@lifeaftermeteor

Touched by the Stars (Ch. 7) https://archiveofourown.org/works/26314657/chapters/77885468

M/M, Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell, Chang Wufei/Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton/Chang Wufei, Chang Wufei/Quatre Raberba Winner

Explicit, Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings, thar be porn, Dubious Consent, Aliens, Alien Abduction, Alternate Universe, mention of MPREG, everyone takes a turn with Wufei, alien anatomy and interesting dicks, Tentacles, Monster Boys, Slime, Double Cocks, Cum Inflation, Knotting, Oral, multiple dicks, Xeno, Spitroasting, Oviposition, Body Modification, Polyamory, Unbirthing, Triple Penetration, Cervical Penetration

University instructor Chang Wufei didn't even believe in aliens, much less intentionally attract their attention. But that doesn't mean much when they decided he'd be the ideal final mate for their group and scoop him off of the planet to take home to their queen. Enjoying him on the trip there, of course.

@noirangetrois

Of the Sea (Ch. 10) https://archiveofourown.org/works/12749670/chapters/78205124

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, fairytale my way, Meroctopus!Dorothy, Slow Burn, Multi POV, POV Third Person Limited, merman au, MerMay, Fantasy Politics, mentions of abuse, Unnatural November

Heero Yuy will soon be reaching the age of majority, at which time he will ascend the throne of Wingaria. Before such time, he must needs choose a bride. But what if there are no good choices? What if someone else has captured his heart?

The Story of Wrong (Ch. 8) https://archiveofourown.org/works/13849020/chapters/77856332

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Explicit, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Duo POV, Angst, Drama, Tragedy, Spoilers, very dark, Heero and Duo don’t die, I promise, Yaoi, slowburn, Mental Instability, Mental Health Issues, Mental Breakdown, If those are in any way an issue for you then go ahead and skip this, Eventual Smut, VERY eventual, this is mostly canon-compliant but I’ve changed a couple things here and there

Duo recounts his experiences during the war in order to explain… well, why he was wrong.

simulacraryn

love me like (tomorrow we’re) stardust https://archiveofourown.org/works/31458119/chapters/77811359

M/F, Treize Khushrenada/Lady Une

Treize Khushrenada, Lady Une, Original Characters, Hot Dog (gundam wing)

Explicit, Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Angst, Near Death Experiences, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, unredeemable villain, Sex, Smut, consent is fucking sexy, Spoiler: He wore the Astro Suit at last!, Newtypes (Gundam Wing), no predators or prey here, intact brains

The World Nation would face off against the White Fang to bring about an end to all conflict between the Colonies and Earth. The plan had called for the bitter end of the last bastion of the old regime, Treize Khushrenada. However, as with every play on the stage of war, the actors have chosen to adlib. Effectively throwing the course of history off the rails, the director finds himself faced with a new road to choose.

@zaganthi

Jiu Jie https://archiveofourown.org/works/31413956

M/M, M/F, Duo Maxwell/Quatre Raberba Winner; Treize Khushrenada/Quatre Raberba Winner; Treize Khushrenada/Duo Maxwell; Duo Maxwell/Hilde Schbeiker

Explicit, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Relationship Negotiation; Polyamorous Character; Quatre Raberba’s Uchuu no Kokoro | Space Heart; Aged-Up Character(s); Newtypes (Gundam Wing); Past Relationship(s); Jealousy; Awkward Flirting; Bathing/Washing; Cuddling & Snuggling; Museums; talking about feelings; Psychic Bond; Dealing with exes; Ex Sex; Colonists exploring earth

Hilde waved goodbye as she left and Duo went to look for Treize and Quatre. What the hell was wrong with him. His body seemed to be saying yes but his mind was definitely not in that space at all. What the everlasting hell was going on. He wanted to see her again but why?

Treize passed him a picture of tree frogs, apparently feeling the confusion as Duo half jogged through the aquarium to catch back up. What the hell. Just what the hell.

It took him a while to get there, but the moment he got close, Quatre saw him, beamed a happy smile and the link opened up with a rush and he was surrounded again in emotional warmth. It was addictive and a relief, and there wasn’t, there wasn’t any recrimination from either of them. Just run off and see an old flame, it’s cool, we’ll be here when you get back vibes.

Lebensmüde https://archiveofourown.org/works/31413278

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Quatre Raberba Winner; Treize Khushrenada/Quatre Raberba Winner; Treize Khushrenada/Duo Maxwell

Explicit, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Aged-Up Character(s); Quatre Raberba’s Uchuu no Kokoro | Space Heart; Newtypes (Gundam Wing); Preventers (Gundam Wing); Cameos; Therapy; Aftermath of Torture; Aftermath of Violence; Rape Aftermath; Physical Disability; Gratuitous Smut; Psychic Bond; Psychic Abilities; Domestic; Injury Recovery

Treize remembered the discussion of gunpowder residue on his head; it was one of the things John had been livid about after everything, and unable to explain any more than Treize had at the time. Seeing it written down… was something else. Treize closed the book over his finger, gently tapping it on his thigh as he looked up at Quatre.

“The first hot chocolate of the season,” Quatre said sitting down next to him, comfort flowing over the link. “I really wanted something sweet.” He paused. “I can feel something is…oh.” He noticed the book in Treize’s hand.

“Adding to the list of things we need to probably talk about,” he said quietly, contemplating it as he reached with his other hand to take the cocoa. “Have you written everything up?”

Fanart/Crafts/Photo Manips:

@2pcbart

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31618103

Recollect - Trowa/WuFei, comic style

@alphaikaros

https://alphaikaros.tumblr.com/post/651358650733150208/little-angry-boi

WuFei Chang, fanart

@bettertasting

https://bettertasting.tumblr.com/post/652303436314017792/something-spicy-for-the-dash-im-really-digging

Heero/Duo, fanart, nsfw

@bobo-is-tha-bomb

https://bobo-is-tha-bomb.tumblr.com/post/652089738925359104/%F0%9D%98%9B%F0%9D%98%A9%F0%9D%98%AA%F0%9D%98%B4-%F0%9D%98%AA%F0%9D%98%B4-%F0%9D%98%97%F0%9D%98%B3%F0%9D%98%A6%F0%9D%98%B7%F0%9D%98%A6%F0%9D%98%AF%F0%9D%98%B5%F0%9D%98%A6%F0%9D%98%B3-%F0%9D%98%9E%F0%9D%98%AA%F0%9D%98%AF%F0%9D%98%A5-%F0%9D%98%A4%F0%9D%98%A2%F0%9D%98%AD%F0%9D%98%AD%F0%9D%98%AA%F0%9D%98%AF%F0%9D%98%A8-zechs-merquise

Tallgeese, gunpla

https://bobo-is-tha-bomb.tumblr.com/post/652448694036316160/sd-wing-gundam-ew

Wing, gunpla

@judaru

https://judaru.tumblr.com/post/651257960922857472/im-20-years-late-but-ive-been-reading-a-lot-of

Duo Maxwell, fanart

@keiko1183

https://keiko1183.tumblr.com/post/652327422940807168/completed-with-pencils-might-be-doing-the-acrylics

Trowa/Quatre, fanart

@not-so-dead-fandoms

https://not-so-dead-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/651085636504272896/mermay-01

Heero Yuy, fanart

https://not-so-dead-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/651494132071661568/mermay-02-duo-as-a-betta-fish-merlad

Duo Maxwell, fanart

https://not-so-dead-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/652283083819810816/mermay-03-of-course-i-made-trowa-a-clownfish

Trowa Barton, fanart

@pineappleglazedham

https://pineappleglazedham.tumblr.com/post/651759824584966144

Trieze/Une, fanart, fanfiction, playlist

Photosets/Gifsets/Screenshots/Manga Pages:

@clair-audients

https://clair-audients.tumblr.com/post/652114120696594432

Wing & Altron, gif

@disturbed02girl

https://disturbed02girl.tumblr.com/post/617456995130294273/thoughtful-quatre-thursday

Quatre, manga page

@meggie-stardust

https://meggie-stardust.tumblr.com/post/652350439669547008/same-energy

Epyon is an icon.

Fandom Discourse:

@bobo-is-tha-bomb

https://bobo-is-tha-bomb.tumblr.com/post/651423437954433024/a-homage-to-the-reader-insert

Reader Insert Homage

@cuteciboulette

https://cuteciboulette.tumblr.com/post/652076342033170432/shinigamis-coming-to-town-d-duo-just

Duo Maxwell, doujinshi

Quotes:

@incorrectgundamwingquotes

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/652102805897805825/in-the-groupchat-trowa-why-tf-do-we-have-20

Trowa & WuFei

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/652356366558806016/heero-yeah-but-as-far-as-plans-go-this-is-not-a

Heero & Quatre

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/651830976331251712/duo-gesturing-to-heero-dont-worry-weve-got-an

Duo, Heero, & WuFei

Calendar Events:

@gundamzine

Rhythm Generation 2021

Meet the Mods: https://gundamzine.tumblr.com/post/636708854145613824/come-on-over-a-meet-your-2021-zine-mod-team-head

Check out the blog for the Zine schedule!

@gundam-wing-pride

Gundam Wing Pride 2k21 https://gundam-wing-pride.tumblr.com/post/648237909672083456/incoming-transmission-faq

A Beautiful Rainbow of Prompts https://gundam-wing-pride.tumblr.com/post/649898271517573120/a-beautiful-rainbow-of-prompts

@gwartserver

Month of WuFei https://gwartserver.tumblr.com/post/649995521569767424/month-of-wufei

Shooting Stars (online convention) https://gwartserver.tumblr.com/post/650013463432888320/once-upon-a-time-lifeaftermeteor-and-myself

@gwcocktailfriday

Cocktail Fridays!

Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.

Here’s the prompt for Friday, !

In need of Summer/Fall(Autumn) prompts!

(I’ll um... fix these when I have time to find more prompts.)

@gwlemonyshenanigans

May 23rd’s Submissions https://gwlemonyshenanigans.tumblr.com/post/651999227800600576/may-23rd-submission

May 24th’s Submissions https://gwlemonyshenanigans.tumblr.com/post/652131130827571200/may-24th-submissions

May 25th’s Submissions https://gwlemonyshenanigans.tumblr.com/post/652252350922342400/may-25th-submissions

May 26th’s Submissions https://gwlemonyshenanigans.tumblr.com/post/652312096032342016/may-26th-submissions

May 27th’s Submissions https://gwlemonyshenanigans.tumblr.com/post/652433653693136896/may-27th-submissions

May 28th’s Submissions https://gwlemonyshenanigans.tumblr.com/post/652434486286548992/may-28th-submission

May 29th’s Submissions https://gwlemonyshenanigans.tumblr.com/post/652648408588353536/may-29th-submissions

Friday Spotlight! https://gwlemonyshenanigans.tumblr.com/post/652439213602684928/the-lastspotlight-friday

@oztober-rust

Welcome to Oztober Rust

We’re an up and coming Gundam Wing event with a slight twist! This page is still a work in progress, but you’re welcome to join us over on discord and get a feel for the event.

Have discord, will fan. https://oztober-rust.tumblr.com/post/647568110262566912/i-see-a-nice-and-steady-following-we-do-have-a

@seasons-of-gundamwing

Summer Event Voting https://seasons-of-gundamwing.tumblr.com/post/646220556727877633/seasons-of-gundamwing-okay-wingers-its-time-to

@thisweekingundamevents

Events Calendar https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/644080386309275648/events-calendar-update

If you are hosting an event currently, or are planning on one, hit us up with links and dates! We’ll add them to the Calendar and reblog your notices to get the word out!

#Gundam Wing #This Week in Gundam Wing #Weekly Roundup #23-29 May 2021 #(it's late again... but not as late as my last one)

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scribbledquillz · 3 years

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I was tagged by @m-m-m-myysurana for this AO3 / fanfic author meme - thank you so much for thinking of me, my dear!

How many works do you have on AO3?

I'm currently sitting at twelve, though two of them are long fics that I've unfortunately had to abandon. I also have a one-shot that I initially thought would only be a drabble I'll most likely be posting there once it's complete, but we shall see.

What’s your total AO3 words count?

Oh man. I've never actually looked at this number until now. My total word count is 142,894. Holy cow.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Yikes. So I've only recently gotten back into writing fanfic regularly again, which means my new main work (Your Fire Burns in my Veins iffin you'd like to check it out. ;3) which I'd say is the best show of my current writing skill is not among the fics I've gotten the most kudos on. What I'm getting at is if you click on these, know I'm really glad that you're interested in them, but also wincing, lol.

1. Under The Stars - An old fluff piece from the very beginning of my infatuation with Revka and Zevran as a ship. Written as a "drabble" prompt that got out of hand fast.

2. To Conspire With an Antivan - Alas, one of the two long fics I needed to abandon, hence why I won't link to it. It had promise, but my writing and pov on so many things have grown past what I was doing in this fic, and I'd rather let it lie than try to go back in to fix it or start over.

3. Acquiescence - Ohhhhh thar be F!Hawke/Fenris angst here. I wrote this for a kink meme fill (are those still a thing? am I just showing my age here?) forever ago.

4. In Plain Sight - I've written a lot of smut in my day, but I'm only now realizing how little of it I've actually posted. Aside from needing to fix that (I'm shameless) this is one of the few that was shared - another Revka / Zevran piece pre reworking both of Revka's origin and timeline. Still plenty spicy - Zev gets some special attention behind a tapestry. *wink wink*

5. No Way Out - Ok. Look. I love zombies. And what do I love more than zombies? Writing F!Hawke and the Kirkwall crew in an apocalypse. I regret nothing.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Absolutely! I want the readers who take the time to comment to know how much their words mean to me and how big a motivator they are for me to keep writing when I doubt myself or the stories I'm telling.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Well, given that my fic where my mage Hawke is captured after the Chantry explosion and made tranquil is one of the two long fics I needed to abandon, I'd say Acquiescence would have the most angst. Though I wanted to go out of my way to show there was no bitterness or anything of the like involved at the end - more just sad acceptance. That being said the rest of my fics do (and will) continue to end with a more hopeful conclusion.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Since I haven't finished YFBimV (and won't for some time) I'd have to say it would have to be my one-shot Reassurances. It was a gift fic with an OT3 of Hawke, Fenris and Isabela, and was just such a nice, soft moment for the trio to reaffirm they're all exactly where they want to be.

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve ever written?

I haven't as of yet, and most likely won't. It would have to be a very specific type of crossover.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Oh thank God no. I've got a thicker skin than I used to when it comes to my writing, but I'd definitely still cry like a baby.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Heh heh heh. Yeeeep. And I intend to write more. >:3 I've done mostly f/m smut, but also f/f as well.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, and ngl I think I'd be more flattered than angry if I did - not flattered enough not to report it, but still flattered.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not a fic, though the timeline of YFBimV was developed (and continues to be developed) with the help of my friend @pathosian, who was so kind as to let me borrow her Kerrigan Hawke to play Barbies with.

What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Zevka Zevka Zevka Zevka Zevka Zevka Zevka Zevka

But I also deeply appreciate any Zevwarden ship out there because my man deserves happiness. I also really love Fenris/Hawke (especially mage Hawke), and am getting more and more invested in Varric/Adaar as I think up my new Inquisitor. Out of DA fandom I am also an unrepentant Zuko/Katara shipper. But lbr - I love ships in general.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Ahhh I mentioned them above. Some things just aren't meant to be, sadly.

What are your writing strengths?

I really feel like I do a good job at nailing down character voices. The way they speak, their body language, the expressions they tend to make, and if writing from their POV what their internal monologue tends to be in any given situation.

I also feel really confident in my ability to write highly emotional moments; describing the physical response an emotion brings out in a character, how they react internally vs how they express their reaction outward, that kind of thing. It's my favorite part of writing fic.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Ugh. Action. Not just in fight scenes (though those are a hell of a struggle) but in calmer moments too. I always second guess myself if something is too detailed or not enough when it comes to writing out how something happens.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

It doesn't bother me personally. I do use it a little myself, but generally only as flavoring, or (favorite trope ahead) when a character isn't ready to give words to how they feel about something/someone and so say it in their native tongue instead. *cough* Zevran *cough* I use it pretty sparingly, though.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

I'm having a sudden, violent flashback to 12 year old me giggling to myself as I write bad Harry Potter fanfic under my blankets at 1 am on a school night.

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

Oh gosh. I had the most fun writing No Way Out (because zombies) but is it tacky to say Your Fire Burns in my Veins? I've been shipping Revka with Zevran for aaaaaages now, and it's really satisfying to finally be putting the whole of their story to word rather than just bouncing around disjointedly in my head.

Thank you so much again for the tag, @m-m-m-myysurana, this was a lot of fun to do!

I'll go ahead and tag: @heniareth, @lorioganneb and @calebara as well as anyone else who wants to have a go at this! Please tag me, I'd love to read your answers. :3

#about lilou #lilou writes #the total word count blew my mind #I've done. a lot of fic writing. lol

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inhanf-archived · 4 years

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Mac ‘N Cheese

Square Filled:

S1 @cmbingo, Praise kink @cm-kinkbingo

Warnings: Pre-smut, thar be mentions of sex here, fake sick day

Length: 1757 words

AO3

It was 7 pm on a balmy Tuesday evening when Dr Spencer Reid walked into the lobby of the swanky New York hotel. Nothing about the situation felt familiar to him, being in a city he’d only visited once before and in particular not being there for a case made him a little more nervous than usual. He stuttered slightly as he gave the prearranged code to the reception clerk, smiling shyly at her when she handed him a keycard and pointed towards the elevator bank that led to the residents' rooms.

Using the mirror in the elevator to attempt to straighten his tie and sort his hair seemed futile even in the moment but he needed to do something with his hands or he was liable to fray the strap on his satchel from worrying it. The lift smoothly slowed and the doors hadn’t fully opened before he had strode out, walking towards the only door on this level.

He raised his hand and knocked gently, the profiler in him taking in his surroundings. He hadn’t had much cause to visit penthouse suites in his job at the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit, and this one seemed fancier than the one they had been to in LA when investigating the death of a Silicone Valley investor a few years ago. Before his mind could spin completely into recalling that case the door in front of him opened and his normally rapidly-paced mind went blank.

Lila Archer was standing there smiling sweetly at him, fluffy white bathrobe hanging off one shoulder and her damp blonde hair scooped up into a messy knot atop her head. She had one hand on the door handle and the other clutching the front of the robe that had obviously been thrown on hurriedly. Spencer didn’t let his mind wander to the circumstances that had led to her to be damp and scantily clad, his composure was barely hanging on as it was and Lila made him nervous, even if it was in a mostly good way. ‘Spencer! You found the place ok?’ Spencer smiled and nodded, placing his satchel into the armchair nearest him. The suite was modern but not cold, with large windows and a sliding door onto a small rooftop balcony. The stylish grey suite wouldn’t have looked out of place in Lilas rented LA property he mused, as he turned back to face the beautiful woman he had so uncharacteristically taken a sick day from work to come meet.

Lila was suddenly shy too. She was used to men looking at her, she made a living out of wearing very little on television and flaunting her body for that very purpose. But Spencer had been different. He didn’t eye her up the way most men were prone to do and though she noticed the stutter and the slight blush in his complexion he had seemed perfectly content to just chat with her about the art that first night. He had been kind and attentive to her during the whole Maggie situation, far more respectful of her feelings and vulnerable mental state than any other man she knew would have been if she had kissed them in a skimpy bikini in a pool.

That kiss was what was on both their minds as they stood for a moment, shyly smiling and trying to guess what the other was thinking. The silence was on the verge of going on too long when the phone beside the door rang and Lila moved to pick it up. Giving her as much privacy as was possible Spencer walked further into the room, noting the bedroom through an open door on his right. Feeling the anxiety from the lift start to rise again he sat on the sofa and flicked through the hotels' room service guide that was the only thing on the coffee table besides a fancy looking decorative bowl. Lila finished the call and joined him, sitting sideways and waiting for him to finish with the options for in-room spa treatments he was suddenly very interested in.

‘That was the front desk, seems the paparazzi found me here and they’ve set up camp at both the front and side entrances’ Lila grimaced slightly, looking apologetically at Spencer. ‘Would it be too forward to suggest we order room service and hang out here instead of going out?’ ‘Lila I gave Hotch the single worst excuse for a few days off I could think of and caught the first train up here. I don’t care if we go out or stay in, I’m just happy to be here with you.’ They both smiled and Lila leaned over to place a soft kiss to Spencer's cheek. ‘I’m gonna go put some clothes on, could you call down and see if the kitchen will make us Mac n’ Cheese?’ Spencer laughed softly and nodded. She had confessed her love of the cheesy dish in a late-night phone call to him a few days after her case had closed. That had been only a few weeks ago but they had spoken on the phone almost every day since, and when Lila had told him she was unexpectedly in New York for the night ahead of an audition tomorrow he had taken Morgans advice and gone with his gut feeling. He truly didn’t mind what they got up to tonight, and he was a little relieved that Lila didn’t want to go to a club or somewhere else he would inevitably feel out of place and overstimulated.

After confirming the kitchen would indeed make Lilas chosen dinner he ordered two portions and inspected the mini bar for snack options. He had made the executive decision to turn on the tv, giving them something to do while eating instead of the slightly awkward silences Spencer knew he was prone to. Conversation flowed much more freely over the phone when there wasn’t the possibility that Lila might kiss him suddenly. Not that Spencer was opposed to that happening, he had kissed her back in the pool and it had been the most difficult thing to break away from her. Tonight there was no case to work, no need to try to manage her and Spencer was equally thrilled and terrified of the potential that provided.

Lila returned to the suites main room just as the knock on the door signalled the arrival of their food wearing an oversized t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts that barely peeked out below the hem of the shirt. Busying himself with transferring their food to the coffee table Spencer took a few deep breaths to steady himself. His chosen outfit of blazer shirt and slacks was slightly more casual than his work attire but he knew they would leave nothing to the imagination if he let his mind linger on Lilas bare legs. Removing his blazer he draped it over the back of the couch, wondering when throw pillows had gone out of style.

They tucked into the admittedly delicious macaroni and cheese and had broken into the snack stash Spencer had found before the earlier silence returned. Spotting Lila looking at him Spencer smiled, puzzled. ‘Have I food in my teeth or something?’ Grinning Lila moved to her knees beside him. ‘No, but you have a little something right...’ She trailed off, her thumb very gently touching his bottom lip as her fingers ghosted against his cheek, and their eyes met for a split second before they both moved, lips and limbs colliding, her fingers sliding into his light brown curls, his hands resting, one against her cheek, the other at her waist, pulling her gently onto his lap. Much like it had been the first time they had kissed they found a rhythm of give and take came naturally to them, taking turns to chase the lips of the other when they broke for air, slowly moving with each other as their hands and lips explored.

Spencer moved Lilas long blond hair away from the side of her neck, trailing kisses along her jaw and down below her ear, revelling in the little noises of pleasure she was making. He took her earlobe very gently between his teeth and tugged softly before whispering against her ear. ‘Is this ok?’ Lila rolled her hips against him and moaned a ‘God yes! Do it again.’ A surge of pride and desire shot through Spencer at this but that was something to ponder later as he returned his attention to repeating his prior moves. Lila rolled her hips again and he could feel himself hardening against her with every moan. Feeling emboldened he slid his hands beneath the hem of the t-shirt that was now bunched up at Lila's hips, long fingers finding warm bare skin and tracing soft patterns over it as he pulled back to gauge her reaction.

‘It’s ok Spencer, I won’t break.’ Spencer matched her grin and looked away abashedly. ‘I know, I just haven’t, I don’t have much um, experience? I wanna make this, want to be good, for you.’ He felt her palms on either side of his face, drawing his gaze back up to meet her eyes. ‘It is good, this is kinda new for me too. I’ll tell you when something feels really good.’ Pressing her lips back to his Lila fisted her hand in the front of his shirt and moved them both sideways, twisting to lay on her back on the couch with Spencer hovering over her, resting his weight on a forearm by her shoulder. She let go of the shirt but moved to undo the buttons, using her legs to draw him in to settle between her thighs.

Spencer let her undress him, playfully rolling his own hips softly against her core and tugging on her lower lip with his teeth. He hit upon a second sweet spot accidentally, when kissing along her jawline caused her hands to still and a louder moan to spill from her lips. The twitch that resulted in his cock from this didn’t go unnoticed by either of them. ‘Like getting feedback Dr Reid?’ ‘Who doesn’t?’ She giggled and pushed his shirt off. ‘Knew you’d have a praise kink.’ Spencer made a mental note to look up what a praise kink was when he wasn’t half-naked between a movie stars thighs and utilized his momentary lift in boldness to pull her shirt off too, losing himself in the new expanses of soft tan skin to be thoroughly explored.

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No Other Way #21

Another for the domaystic2022 challenge. I guess the last one I wrote for this wasn’t received that well. I had fun writing it but I can see how it may have turned some people off. Oh well, on to the next prompt!

I do realize we are getting to the end of the year and I should probably give up on this, but I'm really enjoying writing these. They're a really nice break as I work on my longer Inu/Kag piece in this universe. So, I'll keep going for now.

This one is definitely NSFW (thar be smut ahead)

Day 21: Staycation

Fandom: Inuyasha; Modern MMA AU

Pairing: Inuyasha/Kagome

Rating: E (NSFW)

AO3

We Don’t Really Need to Find Reason

Inuyasha gave one last glance around the tidied apartment and then to the clock on the wall. Kagome was due home any minute, marking the start of her winter break from school. In his opinion, it hadn’t come soon enough.

Although the close of this semester wasn’t as chaotic as previous ones—starting her graduate degree had really mellowed things out—it still meant days when he barely saw her and nights when she came home so tired that she didn’t say more than two words to him before passing out from exhaustion. Kagome never did anything by halves. If she was paying for a class, she was going to ace it. There was no other option; she was that devoted.

Inuyasha was proud of her; he just didn’t like that the trade off meant times when it still felt like he was living alone. That loneliness was annoying on its own, proving just how dependent he had become on the woman in his life. Sometimes it felt like time just stopped when she wasn’t around. It made him restless. Even though he’d gotten better at sharing Kagome with the other people in her life, no longer hoarding her attention like a selfish troll, it was a little more difficult to share her time with the abstract idea of her other responsibilities.

It wasn’t like he didn’t understand her need for perfection; she wanted to be the best. It was the same thing that got him into the ring every fight night, proving that his hard work, his dedication, made him the best fighter in Japan. The circumstances were a little different, though.

When he fought, she was always with him–before, during, after–cheering him on from the sidelines with tears in her eyes and the most brilliant grin lighting her face. Inuyasha couldn’t do that. He couldn’t cheer her on while she was taking a test, couldn’t share in those challenges or encourage her when she struggled. To be honest, he found that his absence was the best support he could give her. It all made him feel pretty…useless.

Inuyasha’s ear twitched at the sound of the key in the lock and he had to tamp down on the impulse to sprint towards the door, taking a second to school his features before glancing into the entryway.

Kagome was placing her messenger bag on the hook and looking at her phone.

“Yo,” he said, stepping forward as she toed off her shoes. “You’re home right on time. I guess that means it went well?”

She grumbled in response without looking up.

Inuyasha helped Kagome with her jacket, glancing at her screen in the process. She was already on the university’s website. “Isn’t it a little early for results?” he asked, striving for a light tone.

“Yeah maybe for the classes I had today, but what about the ones from earlier in the week?” she said, leaving him behind as she made a beeline for their bedroom, not even glancing up from her phone long enough to see the bouquet of flowers on the table in the living room.

Inuyasha's brow twitched in irritation, but he checked the urge to grab her by the shoulders and steer her back in front of them. Instead, he followed her, sure that she would catch on to all his efforts once she passed through the kitchen or their bedroom.

Their apartment had been in a sorry state and Inuyasha knew he should probably be better at picking up the slack when she was busy, but the truth was he just had a higher tolerance for clutter. He didn’t see the scattered clothes on the floor or half-full sink as a problem. They would get to it when they could. He knew that it had been frustrating Kagome, though.

So, when he had asked Sango for some advice on how to make his girlfriend happy and she had first texted back with a list of chores, he shouldn’t have been surprised. That had been the easy part. Her other ideas for how to endear himself to Kagome had been a little more difficult.

No one would mistake him for a hopeless romantic. He could barely get through a chick flick without falling asleep. Inuyasha had wanted to do something special, to catch her off guard. Never had he been so thankful for Google, but he had done his research; he had a plan. If she would just give him two fucking minutes of her undivided attention to explain it.

As he entered their room, still waiting to catch the sound of a stunned feminine gasp, he couldn’t find her anywhere.

“I guess you’re right.” she called from the bathroom, slamming a drawer closed with a little more force than necessary. “Nothing yet.”

“Too bad,” he replied, plopping down onto the made bed. How had she not noticed that? He had flat out refused to make the bed in the past, because it was fucking redundant, and she just walked right by like it was nothing.

She stepped back into the room, drawing a brush through her long black hair. “I guess I was being a little unreasonable; I’m just anxious.”

“Uh-huh.” Inuyasha cradled his jaw in his palm, slumping forward to rest his elbow on his knee as she chattered away.

“I was hoping to have good news when we see Mama tomorrow. There’s so much to do before we leave though–” Kagome straightened, mouth falling open in a silent question as she finally absorbed her surroundings. “Did-did you clean up in here?”

“Yeah,” he replied, feeling more than a little put out.

She floundered for a moment before regaining her voice. “Thank you, Inuyasha,”

He perked up at the soft look in her eyes. “W-I I did everything.”

“What do you mean you did everything?” she asked, brows furrowing.

He looked away, rubbing at his arm. “Well, the laundry is hanging out to dry on the balcony, the dishes are all done, fridge is full, trash is out, floors are clean–”

“Inu!” Kagome took a quick step forward, hugging him into her chest–not that he was really complaining. “You did all of that today?”

He nodded, taking a deep breath of her gentle scent.

She pushed him back by his shoulders, cupping his face in her hands. “That’s incredible. Thank you so much. But, why is the fridge full? We’re leaving tomorrow and–”

“I already changed our reservation to Monday,” he explained.

Kagome frowned. “But Mama is expecting us. Did you even–”

“I called her.”

“And you didn’t think to discuss it with me?”

“For fuck’s sake Kagome, it was supposed to be a surprise. I just wanted to spend some time with you, sue me,” he snapped, dropping his gaze.

She went quiet for several seconds after his outburst before slipping her fingers beneath his chin and coaxing him to meet her eyes. Kagome brushed her fingers through the hair around his face. “Okay puppy, I’m sorry. I’m listening. What did you have in mind?”

Inuyasha looked her up and down, gauging her sincerity before he straightened and cleared his throat. “Well, I was looking around for some ideas on the web and read about this thing that people are doing where they basically take a vacation but at home.”

“You mean a staycation?” she asked with a raised brow.

“Yeah, I’m not calling it that.”

Kagome giggled. “Aw, why not?”

“It’s hokey and stupid.”

“Then why do it at all?”

“Because, we get to spend the whole weekend together, lazing around, never getting out of bed.” When she raised an eyebrow at the implication, he hastened to add. “Not that this is just about sex or something…although, I’m not going to say I wasn’t hoping–” He squinted and shook his head. “I’m doing a shitty job of explaining this.”

“I think you’re doing fine,” she replied, stroking her thumb along his jaw. “So, the fridge is full because you want me to cook for you?”

“Yes,” Inuyasha answered automatically before wincing. “I mean, no.” He made a sound of frustration in the back of his throat. “But, you like it when we cook together. You get all happy.”

She offered him a tender smile that made his heart do a flip. “I do really like it.”

“See? I know that.” He nodded with a self-satisfied smile curling his lips.

“Are you sure we can stay-in all weekend, though?” she asked, slipping into his lap.

Inuyasha raised a dark brow at her. “Why not? You feeling restless?”

“I wasn’t exactly worried about me.”

“What are you trying to say?” He jostled her around playfully.

“Oh, I think you know. I’m not the one who gets bored easily.”

“I’ll be fine,” he assured her with a dismissive wave of his hand. “We can veg out on the couch and watch as many serial killer documentaries and sappy love stories as you want. Though, how those are your two favorites, I will never understand.”

Kagome laughed and smushed his face between her hands. “Okay, no need to convince me further. Though I may also be persuaded to watch one of those horrible action movies or isekai animes you love so much.”

“Hey, at least those are actually fun.”

“They’re predictable. I know the whole plot after the first two minutes.” She rolled her eyes.

He snorted. “So does this unwarranted criticism of my entertainment preferences mean you’re in?”

“I’m in.”

“Finally.” He sighed, body relaxing as she wrapped her arms around his neck, threading her fingers into his silver hair. “You’re a tough sell, woman. You know that?”

“I’m sorry.” She placed a kiss against his cheek. “I’m still in school mode. I had a plan for everything when I came home; laundry, cleaning, packing. I just didn’t expect all of this.”

“Well, I have a plan too,” he replied, shrugging her out of his arms and back onto her feet.

“Really? You? A plan?” She giggled as he stood up beside her.

“Yes, smartass. And it starts with you getting into something comfortable.” Inuyasha gave her denim-clad ass an affectionate slap.

Kagome yelped and scurried toward the dresser, removing a pair of sweats and one of his t-shirts. “Okay, and then what?”

“Then you go pick out whatever we’re watching tonight,” he replied, doing his dead-level best not to leer at her as she changed.

“I hope you got something easy for dinner tonight,” she mumbled from beneath his shirt as she pulled it over her head. “I’m too tired for anything complicated.”

Inuyasha stepped forward and threaded her hair through the collar. “Super easy, some may say, idiot-proof.”

“Is it ramen?”

He pursed his lips but didn’t answer.

“It’s ramen, isn’t it?”

“It’s not, not ramen,” he hedged, brows raised in anticipation of her answer.

Kagome melted into a soft smile. “That sounds amazing.”

“Good.” He mirrored her expression and placed a fleeting kiss on her lips. “I’ll get started while you choose something.”

He led her out of the bedroom and into the kitchen before shooing her into the front room. As he pulled down a few bowls of ramen from the pantry, the sound he had been waiting for finally graced his ears.

“Oh my–” Kagome gasped. “Inuyasha!”

He turned around and tossed the plastic wrapped packages on the countertop, pumping a triumphant fist in the air. Yesss! Inuyasha schooled his expression less than a second later at the pattering sound of Kagome’s feet.

She swung around the corner and barreled straight into his arms. “You bought me flowers?”

“Yep.” He grinned down at her.

“Thank you!”

Before he could respond, Kagome pushed up onto her toes pressing a heated kiss to his lips. Inuyasha hummed against her mouth, startling as she backed him up against the counter.

“‘Gome,” he protested, pulling a few inches away from her. “What are you doing?”

She didn’t let him go far, slipping her hand behind his neck to pull him in closer. Kagome smiled and flicked her tongue against his bottom lip. “Do I really have to spell it out for you, puppy?”

“But-but–”

“Shh.”

Inuyasha tried to speak but was cut off as she licked her way into his mouth. She still tasted sweet with the citrusy remnants of her favorite gum.

Surrendering in his feeble attempt at resistance with a guttural moan, he slipped his arms around her waist and drew her flush against him. Kami, she hadn’t kissed him like this in over a month. He had missed the feel of her. Kagome was softness and warmth and home, everything he needed, his perfect other half.

Inuyasha nipped at her bottom lip, slipping his touch down her body to palm her ass in each hand. She was already grinding her hip against his half-hard length, a live wire in his hands. Kagome was a delightful contradiction when it came to their sex life. She could blush like a virtuous saint while reducing him to a puddle of goo with her mouth. A secret sexpot draped in virginal trappings.

Her cool delicate fingers slipped beneath his shirt, thumbnail circling his navel before blazing a trail upward. She broke from him on a mutual gasp and bunched the material in her hands, dropping her lips to his jaw and neck.

“Off.” The whispered demand raised goosebumps on his skin.

Inuyasha couldn’t seem to comply fast enough, ripping the shirt over his head with such speed that he heard a few seams pop. It was worth it for the pleased little sound that Kagome released as she ran her hands over the hills and valleys of muscle packing his torso.

She stood on her tiptoes, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. Kagome nibbled at his collarbone, soothing the slight sting with the gentle stroke of her tongue.

Inuyasha grunted, hands clutching at the hem of her shirt.

“Uh-uh, not yet,” she gently chastised.

A soft whine escaped him.

“Oh don’t worry, puppy. I won’t let you go unrewarded,” she purred, hands falling to his belt.

“‘Gome,” he panted as her lips skated over his chest, fingers releasing the buckle with a soft jingle. “You don’t have to–”

“And what if I want to?” she asked, flipping open the button on his jeans. “Do you think you’re the only one that has been missing this?”

Inuyasha’s breath hitched as she flicked her tongue against his nipple.

“I’ve been needing you so badly, Inu,” she moaned, pulling down his zipper over the bulge in pants.

He released a ragged breath, hands tangling in the silky length of her dark hair to hold her against his skin as she worked his jeans over his hips until they fell to the floor with a gentle rustle.

Her fingers slipped beneath his waistband of his boxer briefs, reaching around to grab his ass in both hands. Kagome grinned up at him as she gave it a playful squeeze.

“Is it wrong for me to objectify you like this?” she asked in a dreamy tone, dragging her lips down his abdomen as she knelt in front of him. “That I love how exquisitely you’re formed?”

He shook his head, unable to form a single word. His tongue felt heavy and useless in his mouth as he watched Kagome nuzzle at the sparse trail of silver hair that disappeared beneath his underwear. When she palmed his erection through the tented fabric, his eyes slammed closed, teeth gritted against the surge of heat arrowing to his groin. He felt her slip his underwear down his legs, fingers running up the inside of his naked thighs, the muscles twitching at her touch.

A curse was ripped from his mouth when she fondled his testicles in her palm, nails sifting through the coarse hair at the base of his cock.

“Open your eyes, Inu.”

Inuyasha peeled his eyelids open, choking on his breath at the sight that awaited him.

Kagome’s gaze was tender and dark as she rubbed her soft cheek against his shaft. “Good. Thank you, puppy.”

His cock twitched at her praise and she hummed in contentment, turning to place a gentle kiss to the tip. Her tongue darted out, licking at the slit.

“Fuck, ‘Gome,” he growled, tangling his claws into her hair as he fought to keep his hips still.

“What’s the matter, puppy?” she whispered, hot breath ghosting over his cock. “Doesn’t it feel good?”

He answered her with a single harsh nod.

“Do you want more?”

Inuyasha thrust toward her mouth, losing the battle against his body’s reaction. More.

“You’ll have to answer me, puppy,” Kagome murmured, leaning forward to run the flat of her tongue along his erection from base.

The muscles in his abdomen jumped at the sudden touch. “Yes,” he hissed from between his fangs. “More.”

“Good boy,” she praised.

Placing her hands on his hips, Kagome pinned him against the counter and took the tip of his cock between her lips. She sank down on his length, inch by torturous inch, the heat from her wet mouth drawing his balls tight against his body. When she pulled back, cheeks hollowing with a mind numbing suction, another string of curses was ripped from deep in his throat.

The pressure on his hips lessened, her hands slipping down his thighs to curl her nails into the muscle. Inuyasha’s control snapped, thrusting forward into her hot mouth several times. Kagome moaned around his length, the sound vibrating down his shaft and spurring him on. He cupped her chin in his palm, feeling the muscles of her throat work around his cock with every bobbing movement of her head.

“Fuck baby,” he groaned, brushing his claws through her hair. “You’re so good at that.”

She whimpered in response, a single sneaky hand falling to the waistband of her sweatpants to slip beneath it.

“Don’t you dare,” he growled.

She mewled in protest as he pulled from her mouth, leaning forward to chase after him like a favored treat. Inuyasha barely kept himself from giving in and pulled her onto her feet.

Kagome looked up at him with lust clouded blue eyes. “Why did you stop me?”

He cupped the back of her head, drawing her forward lick and nip at her lips. “Because I want to be inside you.”

‘You were,” she replied with a giggle as he pulled her shirt over her head.

He growled under his breath. “You know what I mean, woman.”

She gasped as he hooked an arm around her waist, dipping his head to draw a pouty pink nipple into his mouth. Kagome cried out and raised her hands to cradle him against her chest.

He moaned, laving his tongue around the stiffened peak before suckling gently.

“Inuyasha!” Her fingers curled into his hair, giving it a sharp tug.

He grunted and released her before turning to give her other breast the same attention until Kagome was squirming in his hold.

“Inu, please,” she whimpered, nibbling at the tip of his ear.

HIs knees nearly buckled as an intense wave of pleasure shuddered down his spine. Inuyasha snarled against her skin, nipping at the sensitive tissue in retaliation.

She bit down a little harder, ripping a growl from deep in his chest.

His erection throbbed, blood rushing like fire through his veins. Inuyasha suckled her nipple between his lips, rolling tightened bud over his tongue until she was pushing at his head. When he finally released her breast with a soft pop, Kagome went limp against him, begging in broken sentences.

Inuyasha helped work her sweatpants over the curve of her ass, allowing them to fall to the floor with a whisper. He shredded the underwear clinging her hips with his claws and wrapped his arm tight around her, lifting off her feet, his aching cock pressed between their bodies.

Kagome looked up at him, blue eyes glazed over with pleasure. Circling her arms around his neck, she drew him down for a gentle kiss that he immediately deepend. Inuyasha buried his hand in her hair, pulling her head back to map out every corner of her mouth with his tongue.

In one swift movement he turned and placed her on the countertop. Sweeping their intended dinner away to be forgotten for the time being, he broke from her lips and pushed Kagome back onto her elbows. Inuyasha splayed her legs wide, running the backs of his fingers along her glistening curls.

“Fuck baby, you’re soaking.”

She nodded, mewling out incoherent syllables as she rutted against his hand. “I need you, Inu.”

“I know, but don’t rush me,” he breathed, delving deeper into her silken folds. “It's been forever since I watched you fall apart.”

Kagome moaned at his words, head dropping back as his fingers found her clit. He circled the elusive little bud with the pad of his thumb, entranced by the way her muscles quivered with every rotation.

She cursed under her breath, surprising him when she crossed her ankles behind his back, heels digging into the globes of his ass as she yanked him forward. His erection slipped along her wet slit before brushing against his busy hand.

“Fucking hell, ‘Gome,” grunted, head falling back as a shudder stole through him.

She whined, cupping her breasts in her hands. “Inuyasha, please.”

He bit out a curse, losing his resolve at the beautiful wanton picture she made. “Okay, baby. I’ll give you what you want, but you have to give me something too.”

“Anything,” she gasped. “I just need you inside of me.”

“Fine but I’m not moving until you come on my dick.”

Fisting his length, Inuyasha aligned himself at her entrance and pushed a few inches inside of her warm body.

“Inuyasha!” Kagome moaned, pinching her nipples between her fingers.

He sunk his fang into his bottom lip, the muscles of his abdomen tightening as he nearly spilled into her right then. The pain grounded him, clearing his mind. His clever thumb resumed its steady pace around her most sensitive spot.

Kagome tightened her legs around him at the same time, seating him fully inside her pussy on a mutual cry of relief. She rolled her pelvis, doing her damndest to fuck him into submission.

He growled, wrapping a hand around her hip and pinning her hard against his body. “That wasn’t the deal, ‘Gome,” he said from between gritted fangs, speeding up the movements of his hand.

“Inu,” she whispered, pouting her pretty pink lips at him.

“Give me what I want, baby.” he murmured, muscles twitching with the effort of holding himself back. “Just give me what I want and I promise I’ll fuck you so good.”

He could feel her inner muscles trembling around his length. She was so fucking close!

“‘Gome, I need to see it, feel it.,” he urged, reaching the end of his tether. “Please.”

She cried out, squeezing his hips between her knees as her orgasm crashed over her. Her head thrashed from side to side, unruly dark hair drowning him in the scent of her pleasure. She was writhing in his grip, wanton hips rutting against his as her warm wet walls contracted around his swelling cock. Inuyasha groaned low, letting his eyes fall closed so he could soak in every sensation.

Too soon, it subsided and Kagome was pawing at his waist as she sat straight up. He sucked in a sharp breath at the change in angle.

“Inuyasha,” she gasped, tugging on the silver ends of his hair. Kagome cupped his jaw in her hands. “Please puppy.” She peppered his face with kisses. “No more teasing. Please, fuck me.”

Inuyasha felt drugged as he slipped his arms under her legs, cupping her ass in his hands as he dragged her off the counter with his erection still deep inside of her. She whispered his name, both a prayer and curse as her eyelids fluttered. Kagome flung her arms around his neck, pulling herself up to place a frantic, bruising, kiss to his lips.

“Inu,” she whimpered into his mouth. “You promised.”

He smiled, watching her through half-lidded eyes. “I did promise, didn’t I?”

She nodded, mewling when he squeezed her ass in his hands just hard enough for her to feel the tips of his claws.

“And you were such a good girl, too.” Holding her hips steady, Inuyasha withdrew from her body and plunged back home in a single fluid stroke.

“Yes! I was,” she shouted. “So, so, good.”

He repeated the motion, grunting when his legs trembled. Kagome was light as a feather in his arms but the intensity of the pleasure rushing through him nearly brought him to his knees.

“Again!” She demanded, digging her short nails into his shoulders. “Don’t stop, puppy.”

Inuyasha buried his face against her neck, licking and sucking at the tender skin, no doubt leaving bright purple love bites in his wake. He rolled his length in and out of her slick pussy in a steady even rhythm, driving them both closer to completion.

“Faster,” she cried out, her inner walls already fluttering around his cock.

“Fuck, baby, again?” he asked, but indulged her, quickening the pace of his thrusts into her quivering body.

“Yes!” Kagome screamed, every muscle in her body tensing as he fucked her through a second orgasm. “Inuyasha!”

The iron grip that he had on his control snapped like a rubberband. Inuyasha growled against her skin, increasing the force of his thrusts until she was moaning with every teeth clattering movement of his cock into her wet heat. He was losing touch with anything that wasn’t Kagome. She surrounded him, heavy breaths echoing in his ears, the scent of her arousal intoxicating his nose like the sweetest drug.

Her hungry mouth was on his neck, licking at the corded muscle. Kagome whispered endearments and affirmations against his skin between kisses, eggging on his movements. She told him how much she had missed him, needed him, loved him. Inuyasha lost himself in her sweet voice, taking his pleasure from her warm and giving body. His legs shook, spine going ramrod straight as the heat of his release began to gather at the base of his cock.

Kagome grabbed his face between her hands and pushed her tongue into his mouth, pussy contracting around his rigid length. She cried out against his lips and Inuyasha stuttered in his smooth movements. He slammed his cock deep within her body, seeing stars behind his clenched lids as he emptied himself into her with a ragged shout.

Inuyasha stumbled forward a step forward and slipped from her body, dropping Kagome back on the countertop as his strength momentarily deserted him. He hugged her close, pressing his nose against her hair as he drew her scent deep into his lungs.

“Kami woman, you’re perfect.”

Kagome hummed and brushed her fingers over his chest in hypnotic soothing circles. “Not so bad yourself.”

Inuyasha chuckled and tilted her smiling face up to his adoring gaze. “I’m glad you think so.”

He leaned down to capture her mouth in a gentle caress, playing his lips over hers until she sighed in contentment, but soon she was pulling away.

“As much as I really don’t want this moment to end...” She winced. “I need to get cleaned up before I make a mess in the kitchen you just cleaned.”

“Too late. It’s absolutely filthy in here,” he replied with a fangy grin. “But I don’t mind.”

“I would hope not.” Kagone gave his chest a playful smack.

Inuyasha grabbed her by the hips, nudging her in the direction of their room. “Go on, hurry up.”

“I’ll only be a minute.” She sauntered out of the kitchen, stopping to grab her discarded clothes from the floor.

Inuyasha shamelessly ogled her naked ass until she disappeared from view. He groaned, stretching out his liquefied muscles before shaking away the shiver that tripped down his spine. Redressing with an extra spring in his step, he picked up the discarded plastic cartons from where they lay on the floor and went to the sink to wash his hands. He was just rinsing soap away as two slender arms slipped around his middle.

Kagome rubbed her face into his back. “Thank you,” she mumbled. “I really needed that.”

“Yeah me too,” he agreed. “Feels like it’s been ages.”

“Y-you know that I don’t like being away from you, right?” she asked in a small voice.

Inuyasha frowned and grabbed a nearby towel, drying his hands as he turned in her embrace. He tossed it onto the counter and circled his arms around her. “Whaddya mean?”

“Well, I just know that things have been hectic.” She smoothed her hands over his shirt. “We haven’t seen each other as much as we want and even when we do, it's short and I’m always so tired.”

“It happens, ‘Gome. It was the end of the semester. You have a lot of things going on.”

“But you know I don’t like it, right?”

“What?” he asked, fingers attracted to her thick glossy hair like a magnet. “What are you talking about? You love your classes.”

“Yeah, I do,” she admitted before looking up at him with sincere blue eyes. “But I love you more.”

Inuyasha smiled and nodded. “I know. To be honest, I just wish I could be more helpful to you.”

Kagome’s brow furrowed. “What? What do you mean you’re not helpful?”

He grimaced. “I’m just not really able to–”

“Inuyasha, you help me every day,” she interjected.

“I know but–”

“No, you don’t.” She shook her head, pursing her lips. “You make sure I eat enough, sleep enough, drink plenty of water, take breaks when I get frustrated. You even remind me to take my vitamins.”

“Well, it would probably be the worst time for you to get sick,” he mumbled.

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about,” she insisted, cupping his cheek in her warm palm. “You help me remember to take care of myself and I need that.” She rose on tiptoe, pressing a firm kiss against his lips. “Thank you.”

“Uh-you’re welcome,” he said when she pulled away.

“And thank you for the staycation. I have a feeling it’s exactly what I need.”

He chuckled. “Okay, but I’m still not calling it that.”

“Oh, I’ll have you singing it like a hymn by Monday morning.”

Inuyasha grinned and pulled her in for another kiss. “Never gonna happen, but I look forward to seeing you try.”

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chaoticgeminate · 1 year

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Black Vultures (iv)

Summary: When your plane to a beach resort vacation crashes, nowhere near your destination, you have to depend on a stranger to protect you from horrors you never could have imagined.

Pairing: Pero Tovar x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit** (Thar be some smut ahead)

Notes/Warnings: Series involves general survival, cannibals, violence, and gore with body horror elements. This is based loosely off 'The Forest' and while I may have used a picture of Pero in armor we are working with a modernized Pero here.

**ILLNESS AND FAIRLY GRAPHIC VIOLENCE WARNING AS WELL AS A BIT OF SMUT**

Written for @yearofcreation2023

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Your condition wasn’t improving, even with the heavy dose of antibiotics you were taking daily, and after day two the team had lost contact with William and the others. Each day you waited there were more and more gunshots by the security forces, taking down cannibals -it had finally been confirmed after a team had scouted out one of the villages that these people were actually killing and eating other humans- and in the worst case it was one of those monsters. Even now your eyelids felt heavy and your limbs felt sore, like you were trying to move with weights holding you down, and the medics were perplexed by the sudden turn your health had taken.

Crying was pretty normal for you now, between your worry for Pero and the fear that you weren’t going to make it through this, and thankfully nobody seemed to think less of you for the depression you’d fallen into over the last week. It felt weird, you’d been… fine with the thought of dying before this when it was just you and Pero; that had been the most likely outcome, especially when you first got sick. But now? Now you were scared of going to sleep and just not waking up, it made you jolt awake nearly every hour after trying to sleep with a scream dying in your throat before you could even make a sound.

Gunshots ripped you out of your half-dazed state this time, louder and closer than they’d ever been, and the tent flap opened as a cannibal covered in blood walked through with a jagged knife in his hand that had to have come from one of the soldiers. His eyes landed on you and there wasn’t even a chance in hell at your defending yourself, your arm felt like lead and even rolling your head to look at him made you hurt. The chilling smile on his face had tears forming in your eyes, blurring your vision and making your lashes stick together, the gunfire was still going but you couldn’t even work up the power to make a sound for help.

Pain flooded every synapse in your body when that blade was stabbed down, right through the joint of your elbow, and that was when you screamed. Especially when, upon wrenching the blade free, the jagged edge of the back ripped through worse due to its serration. You flailed, the pain and adrenaline strengthening you enough to roll away from this and stumble off the bed, your feet barely supporting you as you tried to find a weapon or something. The IV lines were ripped out of your skin, the drip lines starting to spill fluid in your frantic need to escape, and you barely managed to stay upright when your vision blurred.

The cannibal laughed, a chilling sound with all the screaming and gunfire going on around you, and you hurled an instrument tray at him as a distraction before running out of the tent on stumbling feet. Bodies blocked your path as you searched for a place to hide, to find safety and shelter, and you nearly shrieked when your foot gave out and you began to tumble down a low incline. The pain of landing on river stones almost made you scream, instead you dragged yourself under the dirt overhang and laid there as all the fight escaped you at the touch of the freezing liquid, and you tried to keep quiet when you heard the footsteps above you.

For whatever reason they didn’t look for you, didn’t look under the edge of the dirt, and eventually the gunfire died down leaving nothing but silence from where you’d found yourself. Cold and shivering, pain in your arm and body, and unable to even work up the strength to move; left there in the few millimeters of water and on that cold stone waiting for death.

Maybe it was a day, maybe it wasn’t even half that, but eventually someone screaming your name broke through the dark that had lured you in like a siren song; you couldn’t move at all, couldn’t talk past the shivering, and you blinked away the blurriness as William’s face filled your vision. He picked you up, and this time you did wail as the pain in your arm turned fire hot, but he didn’t stop moving at all. William was moving fast and running hard, each step jostling you painfully and making you whimper, but you couldn’t even find the strength to fight against the discomfort.

Large, hot, hands cupped your face and Pero looked terrified; you couldn’t hear what he was saying and when you blinked again you were sure some stretch of time had passed because you were held down with something and definitely not in the woods. You didn’t realize it was inside a helicopter -and you wouldn’t know that until much later- but hours of time were lost to falling unconscious, up until you were finally admitted to the nearest hospital.

Keegan’s recovery was going smoothly, the haunted look in his eyes was still there and likely would be for a long time, but Pero had been relieved to find the other man alive. Your best friend was marked with scars from his own ordeal, meeting another survivor Eric who had been looking for his son, and Eric had been transferred to a local prison as his son was being turned over for observation by William and Lin’s unit after what he’d confessed to have done to the first rescue plane. Pero sat beside Keegan, both men silent as they waited, and after a long moment Keegan finally broke that tense emptiness.

“Have they told you anything yet?”

“No, not yet, I’ve only just agreed to go back. Haven’t been able to find out how she’s been.” He had wanted to get out, to run from this world of things that shouldn’t be real, but that forest proved there was more in the world that he didn’t know existed and that running from it once had cursed him forever.

“Doctors said she’s been woken up from her medical coma, now that they’ve finally gotten all traces of the infection out, she’s been asking about you.” Pero had been inconsolable for the past week, torn between angry pacing outside your hospital room and crying in his own, terrified that he’d failed you and that you weren’t going to make it through. Keegan had been forced to make a choice for you, as the military had not wanted to bring your family into what happened until they had a proper cover story and knew if you were going to comply to a request of discretion or not, but that choice had saved your life.

A nurse stepped out of the room and looked at both men, the look on her face was tense, but she did nod and gesture to the door; Keegan looked surprised when Pero stayed seated but then grateful before he walked into the room. Even through the closed door Pero heard your shriek of surprise and joy, heard the soft sobs as you no doubt cried that your friend had survived, and he was truly glad to have that peace of mind for you. It was less than an hour before Keegan came out, looking just as red-eyed and exhausted as Pero felt, but the cathartic crying from knowing you’d both survived had clearly helped lighten the man’s emotional load.

Pero clapped him on the shoulder, pulling him into a tight hug, and Keegan’s returning hug was just as tight as the other man broke down into soft tears again.

“Thank you, Pero, for keeping her safe. Thank you for protecting my best friend.”

“I would do it all over again, every time.”

Pero faced the door, chest tight, before walking in after Keegan departed; you were sitting up in bed, looking significantly better than when you’d first been brought here, and he watched the way your eyes widened before you were reaching for him. He ignored the guilt that slammed through him at the sight of the bandages on your left elbow covering the healing injury, the limb nearly unable to be saved if not for Keegan, and he captured your face in his hands to press his forehead to yours while you gripped the loose fabric of his henley and sobbed at the sight of him.

“You’re okay, I thought- I thought you and William and the others didn’t make it when they lost contact-“

“No, bonita, no. We found an underground lab, where they were studying those things and our radio was destroyed. I am glad that you held on long enough for us to get you here, to get you help.” He felt his own eyes water with relief, he was not proud of how he’d reacted when he returned to the camp to find it in shambles and only William managing to track you down and find you had been enough to quell his howling rage and desire to kill every single cannibal left in those woods.

“They- there’s nerve damage. Permanent nerve damage, so the doctors suggested a compression sleeve and a medicinal card for pain management, I can’t- there’s a lot I won’t be able to do now. I have no idea how I’m going to afford my bills if I can’t work, if I even have a job still.” Pero glanced at your arm again, it was in a splint to ensure that you kept it in a position that would allow it to heal, and he knew that the next part of the conversation was going to be the hardest. He sat back on the side of the bed, taking your good hand in his and just allowing himself to be relieved that you were okay.

“Your- all your medical expenses will be paid for entirely, bonita, that is something I can promise you. But the rest is a bit more complex of a situation.”

“They want to buy my silence, don’t they? They’ll pay for all my expenses if I sign that litany of NDAs you talked about before.”

“Sí, that just about sums it up. If you don’t they will paint you as a madwoman and ruin you, just like they did to Ballard when he refused to stay silent out the tao tei.” He knew you’d recognize the name, Ballard had gone public with his experience and been painted as a raving lunatic since there was no evidence anywhere to support his claims. Shamed, embarrassed, and mocked to the point that he’d taken his own life to avoid the public fallout of trying to put the government on the spot. The story of the man’s suicide had been plastered all over tabloids and conspiracy theory articles everywhere.

“I’m joining the task force again, to work with William and Lin, I tried to run from whatever magic or mutant nonsense is happening in the world once already and it clearly wasn’t done with me. I just- even if you refuse to sign those forms I will handle all your expenses myself.” Your good hand squeezed his, eyes shooting wide in alarm, and you looked away as your eyes grew misty. He hated knowing that he was making you cry, already you’d be going through extensive therapy just to try and bounce back from the mental damage this event caused, now he was compounding that emotionally.

“Keegan is too, he’s leaving to start his training tomorrow now that I’ve come out of my coma, they’ve been stalling so that he could say goodbye while he got cleared medically and… and emotionally.” There was still a lot of trauma for everyone that had made it out, and it would certainly linger, but Pero honestly wasn’t at all surprised to learn that Keegan couldn’t go back to a normal life after this. He had struggled for years to try and remind himself that not only was he alive but that it was all over, he’d barely just begun feeling like maybe he could move on at last before this happened.

“If I could go back and stop it all from happening I would-“

“I wouldn’t.”

He stopped the second you interrupted him, his eyes studying the determined and firm expression that you wore.

“I wouldn’t stop it, Pero. What I- what we had to endure was awful, but I’d rather know the truth than live in ignorance, and we have each other now. Even if nothing becomes of the interest we have for one another-“

“Bonita, I have every intention of pursuing you romantically, I will always be your friend but I would like to be more than that too if you’ll allow me the chance. You are far braver than you think of yourself, more resilient than anyone else in your situation would have been, I would love to get to know you better outside of all of that.” He watched the way your determined expression shifted to something softer, fond, the way your eyes began to water a little.

“I can’t wait.”

Sometimes you forgot that you’d been on an IV at the hospital, had access to instant painkillers that made it bearable, because the bad pain days had become a challenge.

“I don’t know why you keep doing this for me, it’s hard.” Pero didn’t answer your morose statement, the pain in your arm had been debilitating today to the point that you couldn’t even do anything but lay on the bed crying, and you watched him fold your laundry as you waited for your edible to kick in and offer you some form of relief. Your good arm reached out and Pero caught your hand, leaning down to press a kiss to your fingertips and nuzzle his cheek into your palm.

“It is not hard, Bonita, and I do this because I love you. I understand that there will be bad days mixed in with the good, I am not some… selfish boy unable to do extra chores when my girlfriend is suffering.”

“But you already split housework with me and take over whenever I’m having a bad mental day too-“

“Sí, because I love you. You have done the same for me, and during the times I am away you do everything on your own, don’t think I don’t notice that I have yet to come home to the house being left messy. I know that when I am away you push yourself through the pain to work and clean, Bonita, so please let me do this for you.” His expression was gentle and adoring, those dark eyes of his shining with affection so deep that you felt like you were drowning in his love; tears began to swim in your eyes and Pero shoved the pile of clothes back into the hamper with his other hand before climbing into the bed and pulling you so that you were half draped over his chest and his other hand could hold the back of your head.

“I’m sorry you have to clean up after me all the time-“

“I do not and you know this, we’ll have to ensure you have a small stash of edibles by the bed for days that you cannot get up at all from how bad your pain is, that’s all. You’re only this distressed over it because this is the second day in a row that you’ve woken up with this pain level, I will call the doctor and get see what they recommend.”

But with those bad days came good ones, when you woke up feeling okay and being able to do whatever you needed to get done, and on those days you struggled with keeping your tasks minimal because you knew that it would be far too easy to push yourself just a bit too much.

“I can do it!” Your voice was chipper and light as you took the bag from Keegan and blew a raspberry at his offended call of your name, scampering up the steps into his apartment before he could try and take the craft goods back and hand them off to Jackie or Leah who were already overburdened with bags. You began organizing what had already been brought up, you couldn’t exactly join this year’s ‘crochet seven days away’ project so instead you were hanging out as moral support, in the past you had ended up doing more with fetching snacks and drinks or making sure nobody ran out of material anyway so it wasn’t like it’d be too different.

The project for this year was a massive blanket and with three people working on nonstop you were wondering just how much progress would be made, the challenge was to make as big of whatever it was you’d picked as possible, and you weren’t missing this year just because of what happened. You’d packed your clothes and some edibles to tide you over, all three of your compression sleeves, and Pero knew where you were at and promised to stop by if you needed him for anything.

“So, uh, not to be grim but- have you considered what the doctor’s suggested?” Keegan glanced sharply at Jackie while Leah winced where she was pulling out and sorting the material by color.

“Yes and no, I have good days too and it’s not like amputating the damaged part of my arm is going to fix everything. Yes the nerve pain will be gone for the most part but I’d have the waiting period and physical therapy for any prosthetic to consider too. Plus… I’d be agreeing to get my arm taken off.” You glanced at your colorful sleeve cover, Keegan and the girls had made long glove style arm warmers that you could use to hide your compression sleeve, this one was the first of the bunch and made with a sunset gradient of colors and snap closures.

“You know I’m not pressuring you right? I just want you to feel comfortable in your own skin, girl. I’m glad you’re doing okay and that you’re going to therapy, that you are taking care of yourself and that Pero is taking care of you, and this is your choice. We’ll all support you no matter what you pick.” Jackie’s smile was warm and you nodded since you knew she hadn’t meant it badly, she’d been through this scenario before with a cousin that had lost a portion of his leg and foot to diabetes when he refused to get himself any type of help, that all she wanted to do was offer you a space to vent about how you felt with your choices.

You couldn’t tell them the whole truth of what happened, and neither could Keegan, but your friends didn’t need to know the whole truth to understand your conflict.

Some days you felt the most normal, the pain tolerable enough that you didn’t need to self-medicate but wanting to stay home and relax, these days were among Pero’s favorite since it always involved movies or TV shows watched together or even just reading something aloud while he laid with his head in your lap.

“Alright, you win. There are fan writers out there who can provide a more compelling story than some of the fiction novels that I have read.” Pero had challenged your love of fanfiction, after catching you reading an update on your phone when you thought he was asleep -you’d lost a boyfriend over a particularly smut-filled fanfic he’d found by going through your browser history (a high key "what the fuck")- so fessing up to Pero had been really nerve-wracking. But instead of meeting you with mocking behavior he’d been curious, asking why you enjoyed it and what your favorites were.

“I am a man who watches porn, Bonita, treating you reading sex scenes in writing as worse is stupid.” Pero’s comment back then had earned him a smile and a kiss that left your toes curling when he took control of it, the fact that he was just so good about your reading proved that you had truly found a great man.

“Should I leave a review about how much you loved Stranger at my Gate? How you identified so well with the main character?” He hummed and nodded, dictating the review that you tapped out on your phone, and you read it back to him before submitting it. Pero looked up at you for a moment as you navigated out of the fic to the main pairing page, setting your phone aside to look down at him, and he turned his head to press a kiss to the inside of your left elbow where your scars shimmered in the low lighting of the living room. You smiled and leaned down to kiss him, making Pero lean up into it, and he shifted to turn around so he could drape himself on you.

Laying down like a content cat with his full weight pressing you into the sofa, his head resting so his ear was right over your heart. It was moments like this, when the light was low and it was calm, that you both just took the time to breathe and remember that you were alive and okay now.

There were also days you spent together that were a much different flavor of being together.

He was devouring you, his broad shoulders wedging your legs open, one of his hands was gripping at your hip while the other held yours; his mouth opened wider and your back arched off the bed, the grip you had on his hair tightening as his tongue swirled to collect more of your wetness. Pero called himself a messy eater and he was no different when it was his mouth between your legs, smearing his face with saliva and slick as he dropped his chin to circle your entrance and the curve of his nose nudged your swollen clit.

“P-pero-!” You had lost count how many times he had made you come already, you had woken up wet and needy from a dream that slipped away like a phantom, and your beloved boyfriend had been happy to rise to the task of sating you. Hips hips rutted against the mattress, delaying his own release to make you sink into the mattress from love drunk exhaustion, and you tugged at his hair as your body ached to feel him.

Those dark eyes swam with delight and he came willingly, dragging his skin along yours, his messy mouth slotting to your own as you felt the heft of him drag along your slit before he sheathed himself with a slow thrust; it was easy with how wet you were, his saliva and your wet release making him sigh with pleasure into your very lungs as you breathed him in.

In the beginning he’d been gentler, unwilling to add to the pain that you already experienced, but time together -years together now- helped him heal with you and his rough thrust jolted your body as you grabbed at his back and curled your legs around his hips and thighs. Pero let out a throaty sound against the side of your neck when he dragged his mouth along your skin, the wet sounds of his hips meeting yours joining the symphony of heavy breaths and soft moans, and as he shifted his knees just a touch to angle your hips your sighs became soft mewls.

“Come for me, Bonita, soak me.” Pero braced himself on one arm so he could grab your chin, angle your head to mouth at the soft spot right below your ear, and even if you wanted to deny yourself he’d made you soft and sensitive and pliant; the clutch of you mingling with your own gasp of his name and Pero’s hips stuttered as he filled you with him. Your breaths were hot and your sweat slicked bodies were close, and you just clung to him as Pero rolled onto his side and just held you.

Days apart were always harder but the reunions made them worth it.

Jamil handed you a stack of files and you set them down at your desk, a stable job had been your only demand for signing the litany of NDAs upon getting out of the hospital, and the government had employed you to work in the same line of covert operations that Pero did just from the safety of a desk. Pero and his team had been gone for a week now, not the shortest amount of time but nowhere near the longest, and you were doing okay for now. There had been a bad pain day just yesterday, making work difficult but you’d fought through it to avoid the mocking stares of the others, and you could practically feel the weight of those looks on your compression sleeve.

It was no secret what happened to you, the former department leader had all but dressed you down in front of everyone when you’d called out due to a bad pain day, basically telling everyone that you weren’t allowed to act like some princess and skip work by faking any pain. He hadn’t lasted long after that, you hadn’t intended to get him fired but the man made one mistake by calling Lin -who was his boss- to tell her that he wanted you gone. Pero had made quite the show of walking into the room behind his friends, the day after, decked out in his tactical gear and the man had been not only fired but also subjected to lawsuits out the ass for violating HR policies by talking about your experience and disability to others without your consent.

Now the entire office was terrified of you, hated you and excluded you from everything with the fear that they would be next, except for Jamil. You were far from blind to the fact that his kindness stemmed from a desire to be left alone, him being okay with you made everyone else leave him be, but you were okay with that because he made it a little more tolerable during the workday. His favorite thing was to tell you god awful puns and dad jokes, one an hour, just to make you laugh.

You went home to an empty house and went through the motions of showering, not bothering to pick up your work clothes off the floor today after getting changed, and dropped down onto the bed. Bad pain days always left you feeling out of sorts, reaching out to the bedside table and grabbing one of the edibles from the little organizer case that Pero put together for you, and you drifted off to sleep as the pain dulled and your mind drifted through the haze of semi-consciousness into the arms of Morpheus.

What disrupted your sleep was the weight of the blankets covering you, the bed shifting under someone’s weight, and your half-open gaze spotted Pero’s form slide into bed before he pulled you into his body as he whispered words of love into the crown of your head. But his spicy body wash and the warmth of him fresh out of the shower lulled you back into a deeper rest now that he was here, now that he was home.

It was a hard life being on this side of the truth, nightmares you would never escape plaguing your sleep sometimes, but you were okay and you would continue to be okay. Together.

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harringtonhargrovethings · 5 years

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Fast Car Chapter 2

Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word Count: 3,611

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Abuse, smut, cursing

Description: Billy Hargrove was never part of your plan. Before he’d showed up in Hawkins, you knew what you had to do. Come senior year, everything was supposed to fall into place. Instead, you’d fallen into his bed and set off a series of events that were going to ruin everything you’d worked for.

A/N: *old sea captain voice* THAR BE SMUT AHEAD!! (enjoy!)

"Mom?" you called into the well-lit house, closing the door behind you and making sure it was locked.

"Are you awake?" you called again, met by silence. You heaved your duffel bag over your shoulder with a heavy sigh, checking that the stove was turned off before shutting off all the lights as you moved towards the stairs.

If she didn't start turning off the lights, your electric bill was gonna be more than you could pay and they'd end up shutting off the power. Again.

You gave a heavy sigh, barely making it halfway up the dark staircase when you tripped over a dark mass, cursing as your knee smacked against the wooden step.

"You've got to be kidding me," you gritted out, turning to squint at your mother's passed out form laying across the steps, her head lazily turning towards you. She stared at you with disinterest for a few moments before her eyes drifted shut again and her head lolled against the stairs.

You glared at her passed out form, snatching your bag from the step below you. Every single day, since you were 15 had been the same routine. It was the equivalent of living with a corpse. She was there in body, and that was it. Even when she was awake, she was drunk or high.

You made your way up the rest of the stairs, stopping just inside your door to drop your bag inside and picked your way back down to your mother's unconscious form. You lifted one of her arms and looped it around the back of your neck, heaving her up as best as you could so she didn't fall and send both of you tumbling down the stairs.

Moving with her was almost impossible, with her weight going slack every couple of steps and you sighed in frustration, pulling harder on her arm in an effort to get her up the last couple of steps.

She muttered something under her breath and you paused to try and hear her before continuing your path to her room, practically dragging her at this point.

You heaved her onto her bed, shoving the pile of clothes you'd washed for her onto the floor and pushing her legs onto the mattress, panting slightly.

You stopped, staring at her and couldn't help the hatred that bubbled up in your chest. She was your mom, sure, but that didn't stop the feeling in the slightest.

You watched the steady rise and fall of her chest for a few moments, wondering how someone who drank and got high so often could breathe like a normal human being.

You suppressed the urge to yell and scream at her to get off her ass and be a mom but knew it was pointless. You'd yelled and screamed more times than you could count and nothing ever changed.

With a scowl, you pushed away from the door frame, your feet practically dragging down the hallway to your room. You closed your door behind you, locking the door.

Leaving it open or unlocked often meant your mother would wander in, and you'd been puked on too many times to feel comfortable with it open anymore.

You slipped between the covers, glancing at the full duffel bag still sitting by your doorway.

You sighed, reaching for your lamp and shutting it off, bathing the room in darkness. You lay in bed, exhausted, but unable to go to sleep.

You rolled to your side, away from the door, and squished your eyes shut.

Behind your lids, images of Billy filled your head. It seemed like you couldn't escape him no matter how hard you tried. He was always there.

You pressed the heels of your hands into your eyes and let out a long drawn-out groan. Why couldn't he just leave you alone? Didn't he see you were no good for one another? That you wanted nothing to do with him?

You drifted to sleep, your thoughts surrounding your predicament with Billy and had the same dream that night that you'd had at least once a month since you'd last interacted with Billy.

Your heart raced as you pulled upwards on the window, trying not to make a sound. It's slightly pointless though, your heavy breathing is probably enough to wake up everyone in the house.

For a moment, you consider leaving and going home but immediately talk yourself out of it. That's the last place you wanted to be. For one night, you wanted to be a normal teenager.

Pushing all thoughts of your home life away- at least for the night- you slide the window pane to Billy's room upwards.

Somewhere behind the glass, Billy Hargrove is waiting for you. You wet your lips with a flick of your tongue and step foot in, sure that your heart is about to leap out your throat.

You slide in all the way, turning and closing the window as quietly as you can when an arm reaches out and spins you around.

You yelp as you lose your footing and the same arm reaches up to cover your mouth.

"Shhh, sweet girl, it's just me," Billy whispers, smirking down at you, the huskiness of his voice giving you goosebumps.

"Sorry," you whisper as he moves his hand and his thumb traces over your bottom lip as he watches your face.

Your heartbeat speeds up again at the act, sure now that you weren't an idiot for thinking there was more than just a hidden friendship between you and Billy Hargrove.

Since he'd arrived, Billy had taken an interest in you that had blossomed into a friendship outside of school. He was different around you, more relaxed, less of an asshole, to be blunt. Not that he didn't have his moments.

In the past couple of months though, you'd gotten even closer, and the stories of his conquests had gotten fewer, the two of you going out of your ways to spend time together and sharing knowing glances in classes. It had been the best time of your life if you were being honest. And then he'd kissed you pressed against his Camaro a month ago.

"What are you thinking about?" he questions, bringing you back to the present.

"You," you whisper, stretching forward to brush your nose against his.

"That so?" he grins crookedly. "Good things, I hope." his blue eyes sparkle with mischief and you nod.

"Always, Hargrove." you close the gap, your hands reaching up to cup his face as your lips meet and he inhales sharply, gripping your hips.

You break the kiss when a need for air arises, pressing your forehead against his.

"I've wanted to do that all day," he whispered hoarsely, his hands tangling in your hair as he tilted your head back for another kiss, this one hungrier.

He nipped at your bottom lip, tugging at your hair and you whimpered slightly. Kissing him felt better than you imagined, but you wanted more.

"Billy, please," you whispered and he nodded, pressing kisses in between words.

"I know, we'll get there, let me enjoy this," he promised, his hands dipping below your shirt to rub circles over your skin with his thumb. "I made you a promise, and I intend to keep it," he teases, pressing kisses along your jaw.

You roll your eyes slightly. "I should've never told you my first time sucked," you admitted, clenching your jaw when his teeth sunk into the skin on your neck, his mouth sucking harshly.

He pulled away, eyebrow cocked. "Would you rather me have never kissed you? And never offered to show you that sex can be very, very good?" he hummed, pushing you back against the wall next to his window, pinning you against his body. "Well, it is with me anyway," he smirked, glancing down at you hungrily.

You looked up at him through your lashes innocently, tugging on his shirt slightly. "Well, so far all I've heard is talk Billy Hargrove, so maybe that's all you got," you cooed smiling sweetly, and he grinned, his hands sliding down to cup your ass.

"Sweet girl, you have no idea," he murmured, pressing himself between your legs as his lips returned to yours briefly. You let out a gasp as one of his hands dipped below the waistband of your jeans to grip your skin and he groaned, pressing himself further against you, his lips and teeth trailing along your neck.

You fisted the material of his shirt in your hands as his erection pressed against you, and his mouth traveled lower, whimpers slipping from your lips as he took his time.

"Billy, please," you breathed out pleadingly, and he shushed you, lifting his head to look at you, that cocky grin returning to his face.

"Was that begging I heard, Y/N?" he teased and you blushed slightly.

"Hard not to when you're taking your sweet time," you retorted, crossing your arms over your chest.

His gaze softened slightly and he stepped forward again, his hands sliding along your skin under your t-shirt. "I'm sorry, I just want to enjoy this," he murmured, watching your face intently as his fingers brushed along the underside of your bra and you arched into his touch, reaching down to pull your shirt over your head impatiently.

He groaned quietly at the sight of you, his hands cupping your breasts, his thumbs swiping over the uncovered skin. "God, you're gorgeous," he growled, kissing along your chest briefly before dragging one of the cups of your bra down roughly, his tongue tracing circles around your nipple.

You gasped at the feeling, tangling your fingers in his hair as his other hand slid beneath your cup to pinch and rub your other nipple, his mouth closing over the first one and a low moan escaping you.

"Fuck Billy," you gasped out, pouting slightly as he straightened up, reaching behind you to expertly unhook your bra. You quickly cupped the looser material to your chest as his lips smashed against yours, his palms gripping the outside of your thighs as he lifted you, carrying you the few steps to his bed, tossing you lightly onto the mattress.

You let the bra fall from your chest and wiggled uncomfortably as he stared down at you, panting. He'd just had his mouth all over you, but suddenly you felt self-conscious being half-naked below him.

"God, you're something," he breathed, sliding his hand behind your neck as he kissed you softly, his hand sliding along the waistband of your jeans, his pinky just barely dipping below. "This okay?" he asked breathlessly, his eyes filled with want as he looked at you.

You nodded, and his hands easily popped open the button on your jeans, the sound of your zipper echoing in the room along with your heartbeat. He groaned as his fingers dipped under the lace, slipping along your folds and you breathed in sharply, gripping the bedding beneath you.

"So wet for me already, Sweet girl?" he teased, his teeth nipping at your throat as he buried his face in your neck, venturing further, a finger pressing against your entrance. "Goddamn, I could fuck you so easy right now," he growled, slipping a finger inside of you easily.

You let out a quiet moan, lifting your hips at the feeling and he smiled against your skin. "That what you want? Want me to fuck you until you're screaming my name?" he probed and you tightened around him, earning a hiss that escaped him.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N."

You gripped his wrist, grinding yourself against his hand as he pressed soft kisses along your shoulder, working his digit in and out of you at an excruciating pace. "Can you take another one?" he whispered hoarsely, and you nod, mouth falling open as he pressed another digit alongside the first, discomfort tugging at you.

"Careful, Bill," you warn breathlessly, and he nods, slowing his movements.

"We're gonna have to warm you up a little more," he murmured, his thumb pressing against your clit lightly, causing you to buck your hips, face heating as he chuckles. "For some reason, I think you're okay with that."

You lifted your hips again, encouraging him to move and clenched around his fingers. Letting out a groan, he pressed his fingers deeper, up to the knuckle and you let out an audible gasp, your grip on his wrist tightening.

Speeding up his movements, he sat up, attempting to slide your jeans down your leg without stopping, growling in frustration and withdrawing his hand suddenly.

You whined at the loss of his fingers, sitting up as he kneeled between your legs, tugging your jeans off furiously. "From now on, you're only allowed to wear skirts or dresses," he muttered, throwing the offending fabric across his room.

"You're gonna tell me how to dress now?" you questioned, raising an eyebrow as you sat up on your elbows to glare at him, chest heaving slightly.

He looked up at you as he gripped your thighs, pulling them apart, making direct eye contact with you. "It'll make it easier for me to do this," he murmured, licking a long stripe along your still clothed core and you fell back, hand tangling in his hair as you muttered a string of curses.

He chuckled, using one finger to tug your panties to the side as he licked again, and your thighs convulsed, nearly closing, except for the grip he had on them.

He glanced up at you briefly as his tongue slid between your folds at a torturously slow pace, and your head fell back, lips parted with a silent whimper.

He gripped your thighs tightly as he sped up, his tongue eagerly lapping at you and his lips occasionally brushing against your clit.

Teeth scraped over the sensitive bundle of nerves and your fingers flew to tangle in his hair, hips arching in response.

A low growl escaped him as you tugged on his hair, his lips closing over your clit and his tongue flicking over it.

"Billy, please," you groaned softly and he glanced up at you, his eyes filled with concern and his lips visibly slick in the dim light.

"You okay?" he questioned, his gaze searching your face as you sat up, gripping his chin lightly as you dipped down to kiss him, tasting yourself on his mouth, his tongue slipping past your lips as he rose to push you back again, his arms landing on either side of your head as he pulled away.

"I need you, Hargrove," you whispered, fingers fumbling to unbutton his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders as he sat back to help you, shrugging it off and out of sight. You eagerly reached for the button on his jeans, his zipper halfway down when he gripped your wrist suddenly, stopping you.

"Are you sure about this, Y/N?" he asked seriously, staring you down.

You rolled your eyes, nodding. "This isn't a big deal, Billy, it's not my first time. I told you about Tommy." you reminded him.

His eyes flashed with jealousy, and he scoffed. "Yeah, drunk, in a bathroom for ten minutes." he softened as you worried at your bottom lip with your teeth, releasing one of your hands to pull on your lip with his thumb. "I just want to make sure you want this, and I want to do it right."

You leaned forward to kiss him softly, your free hand slipping beneath his jeans to grip his length, capturing the groan that escaped him before pulling away.

"I'm positive, Billy. I want this," you reassured him, pumping his hardening length slowly, watching his face carefully.

He met your gaze momentarily, his eyes conflicted before they squeezed shut, his lips parted slightly. You took the opportunity to study his features before his eyes flew open and he gripped your wrist, pushing your hand away gently as he stepped off the bed, kicking off his jeans and reaching for a condom.

He tore the package with his teeth, his hand sliding along your leg, his fingers grazing over your folds again.

"Billy," you gasp his name, frustration bubbling up in your chest. "I need..." you trail off, your bottom lip trembling slightly.

His face reappears above yours as the bed dips under his weight, his palm landing next to your head on the pillow. "What do you need, sweet girl? Tell me. I'll give you whatever you want," he promises, following his words with nips along your neck and soft kisses on your collarbone.

"I need you," you whisper, cupping his face in your hands, not knowing at that moment, that those eyes would be an image seared in your brain long after the moment had passed.

"You have me, Y/N, I'm not going anywhere," he promised, using one hand to guide himself forward and slowly ease inside you.

You squeeze your eyes shut at the feeling of tightness and pulling and you can't help the sound of discomfort that escapes you.

Billy's lips pepper kisses along your cheeks and face as your nails dig into his arms. "I know, sweet girl, I'm sorry," he whispers gently. "Almost there." his lips capture yours as he thrusts forward the rest of the way, swallowing your small cry.

You peel open your eyes as he holds himself above you, stiff with tension. "Are you okay?" he asks and you nod silently.

"You can move, I'm ready," you lie, hoping to get his eyes anywhere but on your face and he shakes his head.

"Not yet," he murmurs, kissing your cheek softly before capturing your lips innocently, your anxiety and tension melting away slowly as you relaxed beneath him.

"I'm gonna move, but tell me if I need to stop," he warned, waiting for you to nod.

He eased out a bit and then back in, watching you carefully as you breathed deeply, the discomfort soon giving way to pleasure.

"Fuck, Billy," you whimpered, your hands fisting into the pillow beneath you as his thrusts sped up slightly. His fingers entwined with yours and he pinned your arms above your head as he gently rocked in and out.

Sweat dotted both your skin as he moved, making you stick together slightly and he pressed his forehead against yours, panting, his face twisted with concentration.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he growled, nipping at your bottom lip as he released your hands to grip your hips, pressing deeper into you.

You let out a gasp, your nails scratching the skin on his back and he hissed, burying his face in your neck as his hand reached between the two of you, his thumb finding your clit. You clenched around him and he cursed under his breath.

"You feel better than I ever imagined," he admitted, kissing you deeply as he pressed against your clit, your hips jerking as he thrust harder, his thumb moving in circles.

"Billy, I'm gonna-" your words ended on a gasp which he silenced quickly with his mouth, your legs wrapped around his waist as you came, holding on tightly to him.

He thrust into you a couple more times before his own orgasm stole over him, his fingers pressing into your hips in a bruising grip as he panted, leaning forward to kiss your forehead before pulling out and disappearing momentarily.

You stretched carefully, a soft smile on your face as the bed creaked and his arms wrapped around you, tugging your body against his. "You okay?" he questions softly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

You nod, entwining your fingers with his and you can feel him smile slightly against your skin. "Hey," he murmured, and you twisted to look at him, his features tired but content. His palm slides against your cheek as he leaned in to kiss you.

"I love you," he breathed, pressing his lips against yours tenderly.

Those three words drench your body in ice-cold water. It's a shock to your system and there's only one thing you know to do.

Run.

You sit up immediately, his arm falling away from you, and grab at anything that might be your clothes.

"y/n?" he questions and you refuse to look at him. You can't look at him. You won't be able to stop this if you look at him. "y/n? What did I do?" you can hear him getting up and pulling on his jeans, his hand pressing against your skin as you pull a shirt over your head, frantically searching for your clothes.

"Hey!" he stops you, gripping your arms and forcing you to look at him. He's smiling softly, like he understands, as if he gets it, but he doesn't, he doesn't.

"It's okay, you don't need to leave, my family won't come in here," he assures you, his eyes soft and concerned and hopeful as he looks down at you, his thumb smoothing the skin on your cheek.

He bends down to kiss you again and you panic, your heart trying to leap out your stomach. "Take me home."

You sat up in bed, clutching at your chest as you struggled to gulp in air. Your hair stuck to your forehead and your skin was damp with sweat.

The dream- memory, you corrected- never ceased to do this to you and you wondered, not for the first time, if you'd ever stop reliving that night.

Pushing away the covers, you drew your knees to your chest. Even when he was nowhere near, he still managed to weasel his way into your subconscious. Damn Hargrove.

Why couldn't you escape him?

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Down With The Rickness; Ch4: Every You, Every Me

Summary: Nova is stressed so Rick tries to make things a little more interesting by taking her to Aeon, a casino outside of time and space.

A/N: Thar be smuts here. And no Halloween chapter because... well this happened instead. I have to thank my beta, my-sun-my-baelish, for all of the help she's given me. It was her idea to bring Flesh Curtains Rick into the story and he will definitely be back. I cannot wait. :D Thank you so much for reading! Let me know what you think. :D

CW: Smut, drinking, gambling Pairing: Rick Sanchez/Reader Word Count: 8508

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~Rick In The Water~

|Ch3: Scene Of the Crime|

Things fell back into a comfortable pace when we finally made it home with Rick even sleeping in my room more often than not. The coffee I shared with Beth every morning before she left for work was already awkward enough without Rick stumbling loudly out of my room, much to her chagrin. She insisted she didn’t mind, that she was happy for us, but I could still see the twinges of jealousy in her eyes as she watched her father stumble out of my room in my robe in search of his own cup of coffee.

In an attempt to reconcile with her, I spent most of my days scrolling through job listings. On one particular afternoon, I had taken up my search across from Rick when he was at his workbench. I let out a guttural groan after scrolling through the same thirty listings I’d seen for the past two weeks, earning me a raised eyebrow from the irritable scientist sitting on the other side of the workbench.

“Y-You mind keeping your existential despair down over there?” Rick asked, looking up from whatever he was working on with an unconvincing scowl on his face.

“Oh, I’m sorry, was my overwhelming stress bothering you?” I asked, meeting his gaze with narrowed eyes as I tried to mask the grin forming on my face.

“W-Well, yeah. Yo*uuurp*u mind taking it elsewhere if you’re going to be a nuisance?” he growled, returning to his gadget with a dramatic huff.

“Oh, I’m so terribly sorry,” I smirked, rolling my eyes as I gathered my laptop to stalk off.

“I was gonna go out in a little bit, i-i-if you wanted to come with me,” he offered, spinning around in his chair and looking genuinely surprised I had taken his complaints seriously.

“Wouldn’t want my- what did you call it? Oh- extentistial despair to distract you in anyway,” I sighed, resisting the urge to grin at him again.

“W-Well, I was hoping it would get your mind off of it.”

“Aren’t you just so thoughtful?”

“I-It’s been said... from time to time-”

“Never. I think you mean never.”

“I-I’m sure someone’s had the wrong idea before.”

I sighed, turning away from Rick and walking to the edge of the garage in contemplation. I could choose to stay here and commiserate over why failure seemed inevitable on the job front or I could go out with Rick and just lose myself in an adventure with him. As I weighed between responsibility and fun, my eyes fell onto my old house next door. It filled my heart with a petty glee to see the house falling into minor disrepair as weeds invaded the formly meticulously kept garden and small groups of crab grasses sprouted up across the lawn. Once the police had finally given me access again, Rick, Beth, and I started destroying the cameras that had kept me locked in the house. It was cathartic to say the least but I still hadn’t stepped foot back in since. There were too many memories haunting those walls and I’d sooner tear the place down than go back into it.

“Alright, let’s go,” I sighed, tearing my eyes away before the nightmares could find their way back in. I sat my laptop down for a moment, a low moan leaking out as my legs stretched as a chill ran down my spine at the sheer relief in it. With a yawn, I headed for the door to go change out of my pajamas and into something more suited for adventure.

“D-D-Don’t worry about getting dressed,” Rick stopped me, making one last adjustment to his device before pulling himself out of his chair with a groan and directing me to his ship.

“Rick, seriously?” I asked, gesturing down to my cartoon covered sweatpants, tattered tank top and flip flops. “I’ll be like, two seconds. You telling me you can’t wait?”

“N-No,” he growled, “You don’t have anything to wear that would fit in where we’re going. We’re going to have to stop along the way.”

“Oh,” I gasped softly, following him to the ship. “So, where are you taking me then?”

“Look, will you just take ‘it’s a surprise’ as a sufficient answer so I can have a bit of fun with this?” Rick scowled as I climbed into the ship, eyeing him hesitantly.

“I mean, I suppose I really don’t have much choice otherwise, do I?” I asked him, eyes narrowed at him as a smirk played on my cheeks.

“That’s what I love about you, you always catch on quickly.”

Our first stop was at an off-world intergalactic mall. Rick sent me into a large dress shop, shoving a large wad space cash into my hands and instructing me to “go nuts”. He departed with a kiss on the cheek as he headed into a Blips and Chitz further into the mall, muttering something about unfinished business.

The humanoid eel creature at the counter turned her nose up to me at first, eyeing my shabby attire until she caught sight of the fistful of cash I was carrying. Her demeanor shifted in an instant, ushering me past the clearance rack I had been eyeing to instead show me the latest gowns they’d just received. She ensured me I would be on the cutting edge of whatever charity gala or ball I would be donning the gown to as I flipped nervously past gowns with price tags I couldn’t read.

“I-I don’t know how much this is-” I held out the wad of cash in my hand to her nervously “-I was just kind of sent here and told to ‘go nuts’’.”

She eyed me suspiciously but remained silent as she quickly counted the money, handing it back with a satisfied smile. She started pulling gowns down, holding them in front of me to get an idea of what would look best before leading me to the lavish dressing rooms in the back of the store. Sizing proved to be no issue as the fabric adjusted itself around me, being snug in all the right places and scooping around my breasts in a scandalous way. After a montage worthy amount of changing, we decided on a long, black sleeveless number. It boasted a light train following behind me and a neckline I knew Rick wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off of. She grabbed a pair of heels and a set of jewels for me to wear before pushing a large device over my head, letting it rest on my shoulders. Panic set in as my hair began pulling away from my scalp gently before it was doused and dried my hair quickly and a light spray methodically worked its way over my face. A soft chime rang out and the clerk lifted device with ease, handing me a mirror to take in my appearance. I barely recognized the face staring back at me. My hair fell gently over my shoulders in delicate waves and my makeup was done with skill I’d never possess. The sales clerk led me over to a full length mirror and I was taken aback by my reflection.

I looked so… elegant.

The clerk pointed to the rest of my outfit, sliding my heels and jewelry over to me. The heels were matte black with five inch heels and I stood up nervously in them, I was relieved to discover they were fitted with a balance technology that made walking as easy as if I was barefoot. The jewels hanging from my neck and ears sparkled with purple and blue hues, adding the perfect pop of color to offset the dark gown with the added benefit of accenting my eyes.

“T-Thank you,” I stammered, staring into the mirror to take in the finished product. I handed her back the wad of cash, waving my hand away as she offered me my change as I continued to thank her profusely. I wandered out of the shop in a haze, barely noticing when Rick approached me looking over his shoulder nervously until his eyes fell on me.

“H-Holy shit, Nova,” he gaped, looking me over completely. “You look fucking amazing.”

“I know, right?” I grinned proudly, looking down in amazement at my own cleavage.

“Are you ready then?” he asked with a grin, his eyes struggling to meet mine.

“I guess we’re not going on the usual kind of adventure then?” I trembled, my confidence gone at the reminder of the uncertainty ahead of us.

“You could say that.”

We landed in a large valet, the dinginess of Rick’s ship incredibly apparent next to all of the flashy ships parked around us. A Morty came out to greet us, taking the keys out of Rick’s hand before climbing into the ship and flying off to a garage. My eyes bulged at the sight, turning quickly to Rick with my eyes narrowed.

“Are we back on the fucking Citadel?” I hissed, looking around for the sea of Ricks and Mortys going about their daily lives.

“N-N-No,” Rick assured me quickly. “W-Well, kinda. N-N-Not really. This is a getaway for Ricks. It was built as somewhere to put all the Rickless Mortys and also give Ricks a place to relax when shit gets too serious.”

“So, there’s still going to be a shit ton of Ricks here,” I groaned, walking toward the entrance. The large doors slid open smoothly, allowing me to storm right into a large casino filled with Ricks and Mortys just as I had feared, but also a large variety of other otherworldly creatures. I stopped in my tracks as I looked over the sea of people gambling obscene amounts only to shrug off their losses and slide another tower back out into the circle.

“Welcome to Aeon,” another Morty greeted us. “Do you have a reservation in our hotel for the evening?”

“Y-Yeah,” Rick confirmed, pushing past me gently to handle the Morty in front of us leaving me to continue staring out over the casino floor. A large cluster of Ricks surrounded a craps table, cheering loudly after the shooter let the dice fly out of his hand. Another Rick was ordering a drink from the Morty cocktail server before turning back to a poker table. He looked at his hand, a look of irritation growing on his face as slammed the cards down, tossing a couple chips on top. I didn’t get to see if he’d won as Rick grabbed my hand gently as the Greeter Morty led us to the elevator to show us to the room Rick had reserved for the night.

The room was extravagant, with a full bar directly in front of us as we entered. A Bartender Morty portalled in and Rick ordered himself a drink immediately, allowing me to venture further into the luxurious room. A large four poster bed with delicate fabric draped down sat in the middle of the next room with a large television and sofa at the foot of it. The bed’s linens were quite possibly the softest thing I’d ever touched and I found myself running my hand over the fabric again and again. Rick entered the room behind me, quietly watching as I was mesmerized by a blanket.

“It’s alright, I guess,” he shrugged, setting his empty glass down and pointing to another door in the corner of the room, “You should check out the bathroom. True whirlpool jets, Nova. I’ve gotten lost in those damn things more times than I can count.”

“You’ve been here a lot, I take it?” I asked, breaking my attention from the linens to follow Rick’s suggestion.

“Yeah, this place isn’t called the Aeon for nothing,” Rick explained, “Time literally doesn’t exist here. You could spend ages here and no time passes. It’s outside of the ebb and flow of time.”

“So- Wait, what?” I asked, mouth agape as I turned to face him.

“Don’t think too hard about it, okay?” Rick smirked, “Let’s just put it this way, you could stay fifty years in this place and Madi wouldn’t think you’d been gone longer than an afternoon.”

“B-But, wouldn’t I be ancient by the time I got back?”

“Nope, I’m telling you, no time passes. You won’t age, you won’t gain any weight from any of the food you technically don’t need to eat… The only consequences you face here are with your wallet.”

“That’s… that’s crazy. So you could live here, forever?”

“I-I mean, if you had an infinite amount of money, sure. The fifty years thing was just an exaggeration, this place is not cheap.”

“I can tell,” I grinned, gesturing around to the expensive decor around the room.

“The Flesh Curtains have a show tonight,” Rick remarked, picking up the daily itinerary from the dresser.

“F-Flesh Curtains?” I sighed, biting my lip to resist a laugh.

“So, back in the day, my friends Birdperson and Squanchy formed a band called Flesh Curtains with me. Most Ricks do it but don’t stick with it. These guys are from a timeline that stuck with it and became a success.”

“I hardly consider playing in a casino success,” I said with a snort, glancing over at Rick in disbelief to find him staring at the pamphlet with a glassy look in his eyes.

“Psh,” he said finally, shaking the look away and clearing his throat. “It wouldn’t be so bad, I guess.”

“You wanna go back downstairs? Maybe we’ll go see the show tonight?” I offered softly, moving closer and lacing my hand into his. A devilish grin spread over his face as he pulled the door open.

“You know how to play blackjack, right?”

When we made it back to the floor, Rick made a beeline to the first empty blackjack table he could find. The Ricks around us watched us pass, not taking their eyes off of me until Rick shot them a dangerous look. The Morty at the table greeted us, scooping the cards back up and deftly shuffling them again before loading them back into the shoe and waiting for our buy-ins.

“Player’s cards?” he asked, bored. Rick tossed me a handful of colorful bills before pushing his over to the dealer along with a black card. Morty quickly cut out his chips, calling out the total and waiting for his supervisors approval before sliding two stacks of black and green chips across the table to Rick. He turned to me expectantly, raising an eyebrow when I hesitated.

“How much do I give him?” I whispered to Rick, unable to read the symbols on the money.

“Just give him all of it. Trust me, it’s enough.”

I pushed the money across with a trembling hand, earning a sigh from Morty as he counted it up and slid me my own stack of black and green chips.

“Place your bets.”

“Alright, so all you have to do is play one at a time,” Rick said, pushing the chips closer to me. “You’ll be playing the minimum so if you start doing well, feel free to up your bet.”

“I see we have a special guest tonight,” the floor supervisor Rick remarked as Morty started dealing the cards out. “Not often we see a Nova in-”

“-In here. Yeah, yeah, I get that a lot,” I waved him off, not meeting his gaze. I tried to remember the basic strategy rules for blackjack as Morty checked his own hand for blackjack.

“I-I bet,” Floor Rick stuttered, looking between my Rick and I. Rick ignored him, tapping the table to get another card. Nineteen. He waved it off with a satisfied sigh, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his lab coat. The Floor Rick grabbed an ashtray, sliding in front of Rick before turning his attention back to me.

“Eleven,” Morty said, moving his hand from Rick’s hand to mine.

“Double it,” Floor Rick said with a shrug, “It’s a good hand for doubling. All you need is a ten.” I sighed, sliding another chip up next to my initial bet, wincing as Morty slapped the card down on top of it and quickly went to his own hand. Twenty One.

“Twelve. Sixteen. Bust,” he called out flatly as he played his own hand out, quickly paying us our chips and scooping the cards up before chucking them into the discard rack.

“Nice one, Nova. You two let me know if you need anything,” Floor Rick said with a sly grin, pushing himself away from the table and going to check on another table.

“I seriously hope every fucking Rick in this place isn’t going to be on you like that all night,” Rick groaned as Morty dealt out another hand.

“Well, even if they are, I can handle it,” I assured him.

“I-I-It’s just fucking annoying,” Rick grumbled, watching Morty bust his hand again.

We play for another hour before the Supervisor Rick made his way back over to us, making more uncharacteristically friendly conversation with me before being relieved to go on break. The Relief Floor Rick was also enamoured by my presence but kept it to himself, watching me silently from the adjacent table’s computer system.

“Twenty one,” Morty declared, scooping our bets up and placing them in the rack. Rick groaned in frustration, counting his chips angrily.

“That’s five fucking hands in a row, Nova. This is mathmatically fucking impossible,” he lamented, eyeing the stacks of green in front of me suspiciously. “How in the hell have you been doing so well?”

“Just lucky, I guess,” I shrugged, sliding a stack of five into the circle and looking at his expectantly.

“There’s no such thing as fucking luck,” Rick grumbled under his breath, slamming a chunk of black chips into the circle and looking up at Morty.

“W-Wait, before you deal-” I interrupted, holding my hand up to him and smiling softly. A cocktail Morty had come by, calling Rick’s attention away in search of something strong enough to drown his sorrows in. “Do you guys get tips? Like, as a paycheck or something.”

“Y-Yea. Usually doesn’t amount to much though,” he remarked spitefully, his eyes resting on Rick’s back as he spoke.

“So if I put money up for you, you get it if we win?” I grinned devilishly. He nodded quickly, his eyes lighting up as I slid a chip in front of my bet with a wink. “Let’s make you some money kiddo.”

Morty started dealing the hand out as Rick turned back around, handing me a small glass as he watched the hand come out. Another fifteen for Rick and two sevens for me, with Morty showing a six.

“Split them, Nova,” Rick suggested, waving his hand off before pulling out another cigarette.

“Since when do you smoke?” I asked, wrinkling my nose as I slid more chips out and signaled for the split.

“It’s a casino thing. Something about this place just makes me want a cigarette,” he shrugged. “You’re betting for Morty? Y-Y-Your streaks coming to an end now.”

“Eleven, Au- er -Nova,” Morty stammered, focusing his attention on the cards. I slid another six chips out, doubling the hand for a solid nineteen. The other hand turned into seventeen, leaving me to wave it off and hope for the best.

“Looks like I’m doing just fine,” I smirked, looking over to Rick. He didn’t respond, gesturing to Morty’s hand across the table.

“Twenty,” he called out mournfully, scooping up the bets and thanking me.

“Here, just take it,” I said stubbornly, not taking my eyes off of Rick as I tossed him a couple chips for him to drop in his toke box.

“T-T-Thank you, Aunt Nova,” he said, his cheeks flushing at my name again.

“Tonight in our Event Center, come see Flesh Curtains, only at Aeon!” a voice called over the intercom. Rick checked his watch, sighing inwardly as his slid his remaining chips across to Morty.

“Color me up,” he ordered, sliding our money to Morty before turning to me, “You ready to go see the greatest band in existence?”

“Greatest band, huh?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at him as he grabbed his money and finished his drink. He didn’t respond, taking my hand and pulling me through the sea of aliens and Ricks headed to the Event Center. The Mortys scanning tickets looked frustrated as devices were thrust into their faces by desperate fans. Rick pushed our way to a lone Rick standing guard, flashing his black card again and speaking in low tones. Whatever he said must have had an effect as the Rick dropped the rope, allowing Rick and I through to the back door and into the cavernous theater.

Seats were squashed together as aliens milled into the theater, finding their seats. Rick moved around them deftly, pulling me behind him to a small door by the stage where we were met with a bored looking Morty who let us pass after Rick flashed his card at him again.

“So is that just a ‘get whatever the fuck you want’ card?” I asked as the door to backstage closed behind me with a soft click.

“I guess you could call it that. I used to be in here all the time. I’m an Ultra member here.”

“Where in the hell is all this money coming from?” I demanded, quietly jealous of Rick’s seemingly endless supply of income.

“W-Well, you see- I’ve made some things that- W-Well- You remember Scar, right?” he stammered, running his hand through his hair.

“Yes…” I drew out, ignoring the ache that echoed through my chest at the memory of the Rick that saved my life.

“Well, I d-did that- I DO that a lot,” he said, shifting awkwardly before returning his hand to his hair.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, so while I may not have a lot of Earth’s currency, I do pretty damn well otherwise,” he explained hesitantly as we approached a large door with a star bedazzled to it. Rick knocked that same knock he used on Scar’s door, tapping his foot impatiently before the door swung open to reveal another Rick that made my jaw drop.

“Rick N-682, as I fucking live and breathe,” he smirked, shaking Rick’s hand before his gaze rested on me. This Rick was a sight to behold. His loose blue tank top dipped lazily down to his jeans, giving me a tantalizing view of his navel. I pulled my eyes away from his skull belt buckle long enough to notice how much younger than my Rick, confirming his claims about time’s effect, or lack thereof, here. He nodded in acknowledgement at me before leading us into his dressing room, a small grin playing on his cheek. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, drinking in his every movement as he talked caught up with Rick.

“I see you haven’t changed,” Rick remarked, his eyes tracing to a closed door before meeting the other Rick’s gaze. “This is my Nova, by the way. Nova, this is Rick F-287.”

“Just call me Ricky, it’s a lot easier,” the much more laid back version of my Rick assured me.

“Oh! Another Nova!” a voice called out from another room. My reverie was broken when another… me appeared out of a makeshift bedroom wearing an excited look and more fishnets and dark makeup than I’ve ever owned. I felt out of place in comparison to her relaxed wear but I had to admit, I looked fucking hot.

“Baby, why don’t you don’t you introduce her to the others,” her Rick suggested, gesturing behind her.

“Oh! Sure, come with me,” Punk Nova grinned, grabbing my hand and pulling me behind her. I spared one last fleeting glance back at my Rick before she closed the door behind us..

The ‘Others’ it turned out was more… Novas. This Rick had a veritable harem of Novas just hanging out in his dressing room. My vision spun at the sight of them, my knees going weak before Punk Nova grabbed me by my shoulder and led me over to the couch.

“You okay?” a Nova with bright pink hair asked urgently, coming to rest at my side. She was a stark contrast to the punk Nova who led me in here, wearing a tight lilac t-shirt with the Flesh Curtains plastered on the front with a short blue skirt and neon makeup. My tunnel vision was becoming worse as I stared into her face blankly. It felt like I was looking through one of those filters Madi had on her phone but I could feel her hand on my back rubbing soothingly.

“Seriously, P-465?” another Nova with long dark hair chimed in, pulling her away to give me space to breathe.

“Goddammit, Kat. It’s Pinkie. You know that,” she reared back at annoyed looking version of me.

“K-Kat? P-Pinkie?” I stammered, trying to make sense of everything. “Y-Y-You’re not Novas?”

“It’s only fucking Pinkie when you’re not on my last goddamn nerve,” Kat retorted before looking back at me with a sigh. “No, we’re Novas. We’ve adopted nicknames so we can keep each other straight. It gets old when some says Nova and five people respond.”

“Y-Y-Yea, makes total sense,” I nodded numbly. “W-What are you all doing here?”

“Why don’t you just get your head on straight, first,” Punk Nova said comfortingly. “I’m Riff, by the way. That’s Harley-” she pointed to a fourth Nova with red and black hair “-and fuck knows where Norma went. She’s new around these parts.”

“S-So, you guys are h-here because you want to be r-r-right?”

“Of course we are! We lost our Ricks, so Ricky takes care of us,” Pinkie gushed, staring at the door. My stomach churned at her infatuation with the rockstar, knowing exactly which dark part of me that stemmed from.

“Ugh, she makes it sound so weird,” Kat groaned, glaring at the pink haired version of her. “My Rick blew himself up, so I tried to go to the Citadel for help because I was heartbroken. They couldn’t help but they sent me to… him. He took me in and he does take care of me but it’s not how Pinkie makes it sound. I’m not helpless without him. I just didn’t want to… be without him.”

“I’m sorry I love him, Kat,” Pinkie shot coldly, “I don’t want him to think I’m taking him for granted.”

“Jesus fucking christ,” Riff swore, “just shut the fuck up Pinkie.”

“Rick knows how I feel about him,” Kat hissed, advancing toward Pinkie.

“Kat, don’t.” Riff tried to mediate between the two but the fury in Kat’s eyes was unlike anything I’d ever seen in the mirror. “She’s not worth it.”

“You know he hates it when you two fight,” Harley groaned, finally pulling her nose out of the book she’d been reading. “He’s about to go on stage, he doesn’t need you at each other's throats.”

The bickering between the four continued as I watched, unable to believe any of it. How were these girls… me? Sure we were physically identical for the most part but the difference in our personalities was glaring.

“Ladies, ladies,” Ricky mitigated, clapping his hands as he entered the room. My Rick followed closely behind him, the smirk lurking beneath the surface coming to fruition as he met my eye.

“She started it!” Pinkie cried, running into Ricky’s arms. He groaned, pulling her away to look her in the eyes.

“Come on Pinkie,” he growled, “This is just fucking juvenile, you know that right?”

“She kept egging me on,” Kat snarled, standing up defiantly.

“Just- Don’t,” Ricky chastised her, holding up a finger in her direction to silence her. “Pinkie, you need to knock this shit off.”

“I don’t get why she’s here,” Pinkie whined, shooting daggers at Kat.

“N-682, why don’t you and your Nova head out to the balcony seats. I need to take care of this,” Ricky sighed, giving my Rick an apologetic look.

“So that was… weird,” I murmured as we walked back out into the amphitheater to our seats.

“What? Seeing yourself in a thousand different variations?” Rick asked with a grin. “You get used to it.”

“I can’t believe you just let me nose dive into that situation,” I grumbled, shaking my head.

He checked a small sheet of paper that Ricky had given him before pushing through a thick curtain to a small balcony befitted with cozy couches with an excellent view down to the stage. A small group of tittering well-to-do’s were huddled together speaking in low tones, only stopping to lift their piercing gaze to us. Rick shot them a dirty look, pushing past them and flopping down on the couch in front row.

“You would have seen them either way,” he shrugged, kicking his feet up onto the railing, much to the disapproval of the others. “You gonna sit down or what?”

“Oh shit,” I swore, earning me a dirty look of my own. I sat down on the edge of the couch, back rigid as I fiddled with the hem of my dress. “You know, I think I took our adventures for granted.”

“Oh, did you now?” Rick grinned, raising an eyebrow over at me. “You don’t like your taste of opulence and decadence?”

“Let’s just say, I felt a lot more comfortable in dirty pawn shops and cheap arcades,” I muttered, earning a grin as loudspeaker sounded.

“Hello and welcome guests of Aeon Casino!” an announcer declared as the lights went down and focused on the stage. “Tonight we have a special treat for you, brand new material from the Flesh Curtain’s new album ‘Pushing Buttons’!”

Three figures emerged onto the stage, the crowd roaring with excitement at the sight of them. I recognized Rick immediately but he was joined by what looked like a large bird and a cat. I turned to Rick, my brow furrowed.

“Birdperson and Squanchy,” he shouted over the crowd. “Come on Nova, can’t you just relax and have a little fun?” he asked, pulling me back onto the couch and putting his arm around me. I let out a sigh, trying to emulate the same devil-may-care attitude Rick always had but the eruption of the crowd as the Rick on stage grabbed the mic set me right back on edge. Rick noticed my stiffened demeanor, pulling me in closer and kissing the top of my head.

“What’s up, you pieces of shit!?” Ricky screamed into the mic, surveying the crowd with a smug grin as they roared in delight before passing the mic back to Birdperson.

“Thank you for joining us tonight,” Birdperson said, his voice monotone. I raised an eyebrow at Rick but only received a gentle headshake in response, his eyes trained on the group down below.

The music was loud and abrasive but I had to admit, I loved it. The group of snobs behind us finally started letting loose as the show went on and they downed drink after drink. They even started sending drinks our way, much to Rick’s delight. When our drinks emptied, another appeared in its place, courtesy of our new friends behind us. Soon enough, one of the women with them grabbed my hand and pulled me in close, dancing sloppily as Rick watched with a bemused grin. My ears were ringing and my cheeks hurt from grinning but I was finally feeling relaxed. No one to judge as I danced and drank, Rick even joining in.

“Squanch you and good night!” the cat on drums shouted before letting out one final drum solo. The show lasted three hours but it truly felt like no time had passed. A large alien bodyguard appeared in our archway, informing Rick and I that Ricky wanted us to come back by his dressing room for an after party. I thanked the group behind before Rick and I followed the creature back down the hallways, pushing through a sea of screaming fans that were just desperate for a glimpse of the band they seemed to live their lives by.

“N-682! You made it!” Ricky shouted, tripping over a large bag of empty beer bottles as Rick pushed his way into the dressing room. While it hadn’t been necessarily clean before, it was truly trashed now. The door to the bedroom had been ripped off its hinges, leaving a perfect view of the Novas doing a line with Squanchy. A group of aliens were spread out on the floor, countless bottles surrounding them as they told stories of antics past while Birdperson sat rigidly in a corner chair, his foot calmly tapping to the beat of the music blasting out of the stereo next to him.

“Rick,” he said evenly, “it is good to see you.”

“‘Pers, my man. Always a pleasure,” Rick said, playfully smacking Birdperson’s shoulder before pulling up a chair next to him. This left me standing awkwardly in the doorway holding my arm and wishing I could just go home or at least back to the room. I opened my mouth to tell Rick but Ricky grabbed my elbow gently.

“Hey, yo*uuurp*u okay?” he asked softly, wearing a look of concern I’d only really seen on my Rick.

“Y-Y-Yeah,” I stammered, shifting nervously and giving my lie away. “I’m just not really good in… social settings, I guess. Plus I’m a little drunk and I’m not even sure why I’m admitting it but here we are.” Ricky chuckled at my rambling but said nothing, nodding over at my Rick and leading me away from the din of the party guests. He opened a door, finding the room occupied by creatures in what looked like a compromising position, slamming it shut quickly as he continued his hunt for somewhere quiet. He finally circled back, going to the only door he had skipped, opening it with an apologetic look.

“Sorry this might not be ideal.”

“This is a bathroom with fresh vomit,” I grinned, holding my fingers under my nose to block most of the smell. The toilet was overflowing with vomit and the sink had its fair share as well. Now this is what I was accustomed to when it came to adventuring with Rick. Dirty surroundings and smells I’d rather not be smelling. I could feel the tension melting away from my shoulders already.

“S-Somehow it doesn’t seem to be bothering you all the much,” he remarked, flushing the toilet fruitlessly.

“This is what my life usually consists of,” I shrugged, “Hell, you get me out of this dress and into some running shoes and I’ll be top of my game.”

He raised an eyebrow, disappearing for a moment and returning with a change of clothes. He held them through the doorway, giving me the privacy to change. I breathed a sigh of relief as I stepped out of the heels and into a black pair of running shoes. I was grateful to get out of the dress, no matter how beautiful it was and into a pair of leggings and Flesh Curtains tank top. I peeked around the door to find Ricky coming back down the hall with a large bottle and two red cups.

“Oh no, no, no,” I grinned, stepping away from him. “I’ve seen how this timeline goes, a bottle and two cups never ends well for me.”

“Oh come on, Nova,” Ricky grinned, pouring a shot into the cup and handing it over to me. “You said you were already drunk. I think that ships sailed.” I considered a moment, biting my lip to fight back the grin playing on my cheek as I stared at the cup.

“How does alcohol even get you drunk here anyway?” I asked, eyeing the bottle. “Rick said there were no consequences here.”

“Nova, this is a fucking casino. Without booze, this place would be entirely pointless.”

“Alright then, fine,” I relented, taking the cup and trying to fight the grin spreading over my face. I don’t know what it was about him. Maybe it was the booze, maybe it was because he was Rick, even if it was just a different version of him. Maybe it was just the fact he was so kind.

“I knew you’d see reason,” he grinned again, drinking straight from the bottle.

“So why in the hell are you being so nice to me?” I asked, sputtering from the liquor. He raised an eyebrow at me in confusion so I continued, “Like, I’ve been on the Citadel enough for twelve lifetimes. The Ricks there don’t seem to care much about Nova’s there. There was one ready to kill me just to kill my Rick.”

“Oh, damn. I dunno. I like Novas,” he shrugged, pouring us each another shot. “I’m sure your Rick would say I’ve become soft with fame, but I just don’t like seeing Nova’s upset.”

“My Rick would say he’s become soft,” I snorted, taking another drink. “So why do you have a veritable harem here?”

“H-Harem?” he coughed, choking on his drink. “Do you think I keep them around to just fuck them constantly?”

“Well, I mean… what else you be doing with them?”

“Treating them like human fucking beings? If a Nova I meet doesn’t want to sleep with me but needs somewhere to go, I help them. It’s pretty fucking cut and dry,” he explained, “Some stick around, like Pinkie, but some will inevitably move on, like Riff or Kat. I’m a fucking millionaire. I can swing it.”

“But, you’re a Rick, right?” I asked, holding my cup out for more. “From what I’ve come to understand, Ricks don’t do anything without there being a benefit to them.”

“Look, I mean, whatever benefits I get from being around a sea of Novas is inconsequential,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck before downing the rest of his drink.

“Aha! I knew it!”

“Who told you that, anyway? That’s a pretty depressing way to view a guy who’s supposed to lo-care about you.”

“My Morty,” I shrugged, sliding down against the wall. “He’s been, uh, pretty insistent on it lately. He wants me to just leave Rick and just go after someone better.”

“Ugh, Morties,” he grimaced, “Look, don’t listen to that twat. He really doesn’t know shit about shit.”

“Agree to disagree on that one, compadre,” I dismissed lazily, my limbs becoming far heavier than I remembered. “W-Where is Rick, anyway?”

“He was out there talking to Birdperson last I saw,” he reassured me, sliding down against the wall next to me.

“H-He isn’t worried about where I disappeared to?” I slurred sadly, offering my cup back over to Ricky.

“Come on, sweetheart, he knows I’m with you,” he chastised me.

“H-H-How does he know you’re not in here making moves on me or whatever?”

“Because he knows I’m not one of those Ricks,” he growled. “You really don’t trust how he feels about you do you?”

“Wh-Why should I? He never says anything either way,” I mourned, downing the shot and quickly asking for another.

“Look, I can’t speak for your relationship, but I know that Rick. He was one of the first ones I met when the Citadel formed. There are Ricks out there that don’t care about their Novas. Hell, I heard about one a couple months back who let his Nova overdose because if she couldn’t keep up, then she wasn’t all she was chalked up to be. Do you really think that sounds like the guy you’re with?”

“No,” I admitted shamefully, my head drooping slightly as the alcohol weighed it down. “I’ve just been through a lot-”

“Y-Y-You don’t have to launch into the story, I know it all too well,” Ricky stopped me quickly, holding up a hand. “We Ricks aren’t good with the whole… emotional openness garbage. There are a couple oddballs out there but if you think you’re going to get some soft ‘I’ll love you until the end of time’ crap, you’re going to be sorely disappointed.”

I didn’t respond, staring into the murky liquid. Ricky didn’t push me, allowing me to lose myself in my thoughts for what seemed like hours until my eyelids started drooping. I felt Ricky push past me gently, pulling the door out and disappearing through it before I lost the fight and let my eyelids slam shut.

“N-Nova. H-Hey Nova, come on. Let me help you up, sweetheart. Let’s go home,” a gruff voice murmured. I could feel my limbs being tugged softly as they were pulled over a set of shoulders as I was brought back up to my feet. “Come on, baby, I’ve got you.”

“Wh-Wh-What happened?” I asked, trying to open my eyes. “Where am I? Wh-Who are you?”

“Oh jesus, you really got fucked up,” he chuckled, adjusting fruitlessly over his shoulders before letting out a frustrated sigh. “This is not fucking working. Nova, baby, I need you to hold onto me as tight as you can, okay?”

“O-Okay, mystery man,” I giggled. My arm was brought back around his neck, only for him to lift me up, bridal style. I tried to open my eyes again and caught a glimpse of blue hair before they slid shut again. “Which one are you?”

“I could be any Rick in conceivable existence,” he laughed darkly, “and there would be nothing you could do about it.” I recoiled away from him, trying to fight my way out his embrace to no avail. “Jesus Nova, I was joking. It’s me- I’m your Rick,” he groaned, pulling me in tighter.

“Oh, good,” I nodded, tucking my head back into his chest. The rhythmic bounce of each step lulled me into a complacent state and by the time he sat me back down, we were in his ship, rocketing through space.

It was dark when finally landed back in the driveway. Most of the alcohol had left my system, leaving me with a throbbing headache and parched throat. Rick pushed his door over, making his way over to my side to pull me out himself.

“Oh shit, you’re awake.” His voice was husky as he surveyed my lazy form, chuckling to himself before walking over to his workbench. He started mixing chemicals, testing his concoction by taste until it seemed to be satisfying enough. He brought his finished product back over to me, offering it to me.

“No offense, but what the fuck is that?” I asked bluntly.

“L-Look- Just drink it okay? Your fuckin’ head hurts right? This will make it stop.”

I grabbed the cup out of his hand, smelling it once for good measure before downing it. The taste was vile but the pain in my head and stomach stopped up instantly as my vision cleared up. I pulled myself out of the ship, surprised to find my legs steady as I stood up.

“Wh-What was in that?”

“It’s just my hangover cure,” he shrugged. “It’s been saving my ass over the last twenty years.”

“Thanks, Rick,” I murmured, moving closer to him. “For everything. I had a lot of fun.”

“Y-Yeah, no problem,” he stammered, his voice gravelly as he rested his hand on the small of my back.

My head may have been cleared up by his “cure” but being this close to him was intoxicating all on its own. I bit my lip as I looked up at him, earning me a low growl as he pressed his lips to mind, kissing me desperately. I returned his kiss eagerly, pulling him closer to me. He picked me up with ease, carrying me over his workbench.

“Are you sure you wanna do this out here?” I breathed, breaking the kiss to both of our frustration. “Beth-”

“Beth’s asleep,” he growled, reclaiming my lips. I wanted to continue arguing but his wandering hands pushed the thought right out of my mind. He worked his hand up under my shirt, pleased to find no bra underneath. My breast was cupped in one hand while the other worked its way into my hair, curling around my hair to pull my head away from him. My neck exposed, he watched me squirm underneath of him. I was completely under his control and he was enjoying every moment of it.

“R-Rick- Rick please,” I begged softly, desperate for stimulation of any kind.

“All in good time, sweetheart,” he whispered in my ear, lingering just inches away. “What do you want me to do to you, Nova? Tell me what you want.”

“R-Rick, I-”

“Tell me what you want, sweet girl.”

“I want- I want you, please,” I cried desperately, “I want you so fucking bad.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I know that,” he chuckled darkly. “I want to know what you want me to do to you right now. Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to make you scream my name until you forget your own?”

“Jesus, fuck yes, Rick,” I gasped, biting my lip again. He growled softly at the sight, panting softly as he dropped his hand from my breast, searching instead for the warmth below. He traced his fingers around my thighs, making sure to avoid the most sensitive area.

“So you want me to slide my cock in right here?” he asked, tracing a large circle around the throbbing mound between my legs.

“I need it,” I pleaded, clawing at his shoulders in an attempt to pull him closer.

“Who am I to deny you?” he cooed in my ear, releasing my hair and gripping the sides of my yoga pants. He tossed them to the side as the cool air swirled around my exposed lower half. I shivered as I watched him unbuckle his pants, letting them fall lazily to ground as he pushed his way between my thighs. He dragged the tip of his cock up and down my moist slit.

“Oh Rick, oh fuck,” I murmured, my hands firmly rooted on his shoulders.

“Say my fucking name, Nova. Let the neighbors know who’s fucking you,” he growled, continuing his assault on my clit to torturous effect.

“Rick!” I moaned. At my compliance he slid the tip in, sliding it in and out slowly.

“Louder, Nova. I don’t think they heard you,” he ordered, his voice being over by a slight pant.

“Fuck, Rick! It’s you! Rick fucking Sanchez!” I shouted, letting my head fall back. He slammed into me finally as I continued screaming his name as loud as I possibly could. I released his shoulders, laying back on the table and pulling my knees into my chest. He quickened his pace, using his thumb to massage my clit gently.

“Fuck, Nova,” he panted as he buried himself in me, “You feel fucking amazing.”

I could feel my orgasm building, only moments from my release as he fell into a steady rhythm. I would have made there had it not been for the garage door swinging open, slamming into the dryer behind it.

“God fucking dammit, Dad!” Beth bellowed, shielding her eyes from the sight of her father burying his cock into her best friend. “I cannot fucking do this anymore, you guys need to stop!”

“H-Hold on, honey,” Rick grunted, quickening his pace.

“R-Rick, no- Stop,” I insisted, pushing him away from me. He conceded, pulling out of me and bending down to pull his pants up.

“What the fuck do you want, Beth?” he snarled, turning to face his daughter, taking care to shield my exposed form. I looked around desperately for my pants only to find them dangling haphazardly on the Meeseeks box.

“I want this to fucking stop,” she demanded, avoiding my gaze. “You’re waking up the entire fucking house. I sure as fuck don’t want to hear it.”

“B-Beth, I-I’m sorry,” I blushed, pulling my shirt down as much as possible.

“You know what, I don’t want to fucking hear it, Nova. Your daughter is asleep in this house,” she hissed, finally meeting my gaze. A look of fury I had never seen before distorted her features as she glared at me, turning to disgust as her eyes drifted downward. “Dad, you need to stop this, now. Nova, it might be time for you to start looking for somewhere else to live.”

“B-Beth, wait- please, no,” I begged, tears streaking down my cheeks.

“You know, I’m starting to think Jerry was right about you two,” Beth said coldly, “I thought I was okay with it when it meant Dad would stay but I was wrong. What you’re doing with him is wrong. He’s my fucking father, you sick fucking bitch,”

“Jesus fucking christ Beth, stop,” Rick cut in, advancing toward her. “Don’t fucking talk to her like that.”

“Why not?” she asked hysterically. “You two didn’t consider my feelings in the situation. I’m just supposed to be okay with it? Even when the thought makes me feel sick to my stomach?”

“Your fucking hangups are not our problems,” Rick snarled. He grabbed my pants off of the shelf, tossing them back to me. I slipped them on quickly and pushed past Rick.

“Beth, I’m sorry. We were really inconsiderate, I’m so fucking sorry.” I pleaded with my friend to see reason but the cold, clinical disgust in her eyes assured me it was a lost cause.

“You need to leave,” she repeated coldly. “Madison can stay here until you have somewhere to go but I suggest you go back to your house tonight. I don’t want to see you here in the morning.”

“Beth, she’s not going anywhere-”

“No, Rick. It’s fine,” I conceded, wiping the tears away as I pushed the garage door opener.

“No, Nova. You’re not going anywhere,” he roared, pushing the button again. “I-I can fix this.” He started digging through the drawers at his workbench, finally extracting a large gun with two discs. He pushed a couple buttons before aiming it at Beth, pulling the trigger. She crumpled to the floor, eyes glazed over.

“Rick! What did you do to her?” I asked, horrified. “Did you kill Beth?!”

“Wh-What? No?” he retorted, insulted by the accusation. “I just erase the last half an hour from her memory. I’m going to put her back in her bed, when she wakes up she won’t remember any of this.” He pulled a vial from the device, loading it with another before sitting it down on his workbench.

“S-So, everything’s okay now?” I asked numbly. He nodded quickly, pulling Beth over his shoulder. “I’m just- I’m just going to go to bed.”

“Y-You okay?” he asked, stopping at the door to face me.

“I-I’m fine,” I murmured, pushing past him. I couldn’t get Beth’s words out of my head as I went into my room, locking the door behind me before collapsing in my bed.

“He’s my fucking father, you sick bitch.”

Maybe she was right. Maybe it was time for me to leave.

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