wonderjanga · 2 days ago
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When Billy was a Newbie
I like to think some of these scenarios happened when Billy was first starting out as a hero.
Villain: *monologging*
Marvel: *doesn’t even let them finish and socks the shit out of them and takes them to the police department*
This happens a good twenty times until one villain has enough.
Villain: *monologging*
Marvel: *about to attack while they’re talking*
Villain: “OKAY WAIT WAIT WAIT, STOP RIGHT THERE YOU BASTARD.”
Marvel: *stops, confused*
Villain: “I know you’re new to this whole thing, but you do realize you’re supposed to let us monologue and tell you our evil plan, right?! You’re not supposed to cut us off!”
Marvel: “I’m not?”
Villain: “No!”
Marvel: “Oh. I’m sorry about that, Mx. Supervillain. I’ll let you and the other ones talk next time.”
Villain: “Wait, really?”
After this, he actually does end up letting them talk and all that.
I also think something like this would happen when he was getting used to fighting crime.
Marvel: *throws one of the big blue mail boxes at some low level, human, emphasis on human, crooks* “Oh… my bad, guys! I was a little too harsh.”
Crooks: *severely injured* “What do you mean ‘your bad’?!?????? That was a little more than harsh!”
Then, there’s the fact I think he wouldn’t care about where he’s saving people. By that I mean, Billy has a lot of free time because he doesn’t go to school. Because of this, you’ll casually see Captain Marvel in flipping Milwaukee helping some people who got into a car crash, then in Orlando helping out with a fire, then in San Jose helping someone who lost their dog. Point is, if there’s someone to help out, he’ll help. Through this, he met Superman actually. Funnily enough, it was while holding up a building.
Marvel: *holding up a building*
Supes: *flies down* “You’re Captain Marvel, right?”
Marvel: “Huh? Uh yeah?” *looks over Superman, seeing his suit and thinking he’s another hero (Billy doesn’t know most heroes because this was when the time bubble recently popped)
Supes: “You need a hand with that?”
Marvel: “Yes, please.”
Supes and Marvel: *work together to move the building to somewhere safe so it won’t hurt anyone*
Marvel: “Thanks.”
Supes: “No problem.”
*awkward silence*
Supes: “If I can ask, what brought you to Metropolis?”
Marvel: “I’m here to fight crime…?” *says like it’s super obvious*
Supes: “Wha? Don’t you have your own city?”
Marvel: “I mean, I guess. Fawcett isn’t really my city though. I just protect it.”
Supes: *blanking and trying to come up with something to say* “Captain, you can’t just go around in other hero’s cities and fight crime for them. It’s a breach of territory.”
Marvel: “It is?”
Supes: “Yes, it is. Honestly, I’m just happy you didn’t do this in Gotham. Batman would’ve been furious.”
Marvel: “Oh. Okay then… so just stick to cities that don’t have heroes?”
Supes: “Well, I guess but don’t you normally-”
Marvel: *beaming smile* “I appreciate the advice, Mr. Superman.”
Supes: “Your…welcome? Wait, what do you mean ‘stick to the cities that don’t have heroes’?”
Marvel: “Oh, well, when crimes slow and nothing’s going on in Fawcett, I kind of just fly around everywhere looking for stuff to do. Just the other day I helped these two old, farmer people, husband and wife, lift their tractor out of some mud.”
Supes: *a little astounded he has that much time on his hands* “Really? Where was that?”
Marvel: “Kansas. I think the town they lived in was Smallville or something?”
Supes: *nearly shits himself* “Ah… I see.”
Then there was the time he met a random Green Lantern. He had no idea what the Lantern Corp were, but any information Solomon gave him made them sound cool though. But you want to know the worst part of this interaction? The Lantern was trying to give Marvel a ring.
Random GL (RGL): *talking about how he wanted to give Billy the ring and yadayadayada*
Marvel: *not even listening due to the Gods talking a whole lot*
Mercury: “BILLY STEAL THE RING!”
Marvel: *saying this out loud* “What? What ring?”
RGL: *confused, says something Billy isn’t paying attention to*
Mercury: “THE RING ON HIS FINGER. KEEP UP WITH THE PROGRAM.”
Marvel: *still talking out loud* “Oh okay okay… how do I do that?”
Solomon: “You are supposed to use your will.”
Marvel: “Huh? Solomon there’s no way that’ll wor…” *trails off as he wills the ring off the lantern’s finger* “I take back what I said.”
RGL: *starts to fall*
Marvel: “Holy moly!” *rushes down to catch him*
RGL: “Earthling what the hell is wrong with you?! Why would you do that??!?”
Marvel: “I’m sorry! The voices has told me to.” *gives them back their ring*
RGL: *flies off grumbling how he’s a psychopath*
Then there was when Marvel joined the Justice League. When he got the communicator, he put it in his pocket dimension and promptly forgot about it.
Marvel: “The Justice League hasn’t contacted me. I wonder if I’ve done something wrong…”
Meanwhile…
Batman: “This is like the third meeting he’s missed, Clark.”
Supes: “I know, I know! I’m sorry! He didn’t seem like the type to skip out on meetings. He talked like he had a bunch of free time.”
WW: “You should go talk to him. You are the one who invited him.”
Supes: *sighs* “I will.”
Back in Fawcett…
Marvel: *helping a cat down from a tree*
Supes: *flies down when he sees him* “Captain! Can we talk?”
Marvel: *hands cat back to its owner* “Mr. Superman. Of course! I’ve actually had something I’ve been meaning to talk about with you too.”
Supes: “Right, well I guess I’ll cut straight to the point. Is there a reason you haven’t shown up to the last meetings?”
Marvel: *stares at him with the most confused face* “Meetings?”
Supes: *confused at Billy’s confusion* “Yes? You get notified on your comm about them.”
Marvel: “Comm… Comm?” *thinking face before recognition flits across his face* “Wait, this thing?” *reaches hand into pocket dimension and pulls out his JL comm*
Supes: *slightly horrified when he saw his arm disappear for a moment* “Yeah. That.”
Marvel: *taps comm and sees over 45 unread notifications* “Oh.”
Supes: *wondering how in the world Marvel never checked his comm* “Oh indeed.”
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maxillness · 3 days ago
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╰┈➤Day 29: Handjob || MV33 x gf!Reader
Warnings: 18+, hand job, sub!max, degrading kink (if you squint), Wordcount: 0.8k A handjob (also spelled hand job) is a manual sex act involving a person stimulating the penis or scrotum of another by using the hand
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God was she bored. She was comfortable in the bed, but she was bored as hell
"Babe!" She called out, not wanting to get out of bed "Can you come in here for a minute" She didn't an answer, but she heard the all too familiar footsteps walking towards the room
"What's up?" Max walked over to her, crouching down to kiss her forehead
"I'm bored" She said, pouting as she looked up into his eyes. hoping he would do something about it
"Seriously? That's why you called me in here?" He asked, chuckling a bit as she nodded "Fine. What do you want to do?" He didn't miss the way the question made spark in her eyes
"I can think of a few different things to do" She said, smirking a bit, when she sat up, almost pulling him onto the bed, getting into his lap, his hands landing on her waist
Her hands cupped his face, pulling him into a kiss, making him let out a pleased sigh, but it was replaced with a whine when she pulled away "I wanna watch a movie" She said, smiling, still holding his face
"You're such a tease" He kissed her softly again before she stood up and walked out to the living room
"Can you take the duvet with you?" She asked, already in the living room. She yet again, didn't hear in an answer, but thanked him when he came in with the duvet
"What do you wanna watch?" He asked, taking the remote from the coffee table as she leaned into his body, pulling the duvet over him as well
"You decide, love" She said, kissing his jaw softly, smiling at the way he couldn't stop the dark blush creep up on his cheeks "We both know we're not gonna watch it anyways"
He hated it, but yes, they never finished a movie. Either they would end up taking each other on the couch, or where ever they were watching it, or one of them would end up falling asleep, maybe he didn't hate the first scenario as much
"I hate when you're right" He said, tugging her further into his body after he had chosen a movie
Not even 10 minutes into the movie, and she could feel his hand travel under the duvet and down to rest at her ass
"Max?" She asked, not looking up at him. He only answered with a small hum "Could we just the movie for once?" She actually liked the movie so far, and wanted to watch it through
"I'm not doing anything" She could clearly hear the smile in his voice as she felt his other hand nestle on her upper thigh
"Sure" She rolled her eyes, but decided on revenge. She placed her own hand on his thigh, as close to his crotch she could get without touching
"Don't do that" His breath stuttering slightly
"I'm doing anything" She said teasingly, hearing a quiet moan from him when she 'accidently' touched his crotch "Stop squirming" She noticed the way he bucked his hips slightly, trying to get closer to her hand
"Please" He brought his lips on her cheek bone, kissing her softly, asking her to do something about the boner he 'suddenly' had gotten
"Only my hand, okay? I wanna watch the movie" She said, looking at him, seeing his closed eyes as he nodded
"Anything" His head fell in the crook of her neck when she managed with one hand to unbutton his jeans and got the zipper down
He moaned soft when she managed to get his cock out of his boxers. She chuckled at the sound of his moans when she smeared the precum from his tip and down his shaft
"Please" He pleaded, starting placing wet open-mouthed kisses along her neck "Please, i need you so bad" His nails dug into the skin of her thigh and her side
"Always so needy" He moaned as she started moving her hand, grazing over his slid with her thumb once in a while, drawing loud moans from him
Her hand was at a slow pace, but he needed more "Faster, please. I'm begging you" He begged, bucking his hands up into her hand
She granted him his wish, her hand speeding up, pulling a mixture of moans and whimpers that filled the whole apartment
The way his nails dug into her, it would be sure to leave marks tomorrow for him to soothe with his kisses and licks
"Fuck- please, 'm close" His words were slurred and breathy as he started twitching in her hand, almost his whole body shaking rapidly
"Come for me, baby" She said low, eyeing the way his body shook from the orgasm. This stage of him she loved; fucked out, hair messy, a panting mess, tired
"Thank you" He said panted, kissing her neck "I'll clean up and get a new cover for the duvet" He said, getting back into his pants
"Good boy" She said, slapping his ass softly as he stood up from the couch
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slutforfictionalwomen · 3 days ago
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Just relax
Kinktober day 28
Natasha Romanoff x Fem Reader
Main kinks: mommy kink
Word count: 1,2K
Summary: You're in a bad mood, and your mommy is just trying to cheer you up.
Warnings: Smut, mommy kink, praise kink, fluff, soft sex, cunnilingus, fingering, begging.
(Please tell me if I forgot anything)
"What's really going on, baby?" It's late in the evening, and you've just come down to get a snack. Ever since you got home in the afternoon, Natasha has noticed your annoyed attitude.
You rummage through the cupboard, clearly still irritated for whatever reason. Natasha notices you making a mess of her cupboard and decides to help you find what you need.
You're a young college student with strict Christian parents. When the 39 year old Natasha met you, you still lived with your parents because you couldn't afford an apartment. She took you in, and quickly, things started to bloom between the two of you.
"Sweetie, please tell me what happened. I'll get you the snacks you're craving, but please just tell me what's going on." Natasha's hand in on the small of your back, rubbing the circles with her thumb she knows you go crazy for.
Finally, you turn to face her. But as soon as your eyes meet hers, tears start running down your face. Natasha immediately pulls you into a hug, whispering sweet words in your ear.
"All my classmates are having a Halloween party at campus, including my friends. I'm not invited, I'm the only one in our form who isn't," you sob into Natasha's shoulder. The older woman is shocked by what you tell her, how could everyone be invited except for her sweet girl?
"Honey, are you sure they didn't just forget they hadn't invited you yet?" Natasha keeps rubbing circles on your back, not pulling away from the hug. You immediately speak in sobs again, "No, I asked at what time and where it exactly was., but they said it was a stupid question because I wasn't invited anyway." Saying that last sentence out loud breaks you again.
"Oh baby," Natasha pulls away from the hug to wipe away your tears. Your poor little face has makeup smudged all over it, your eyeliner long gone. "You know what? I'll give you an extra nice day, we can have fun without those stupid college people. But first we need to clean your face, pretty girl."
Natasha has gently washed your face with a cloth and warm water. She also helped you change into some more comfortable clothes.
Now she wants you to decide whatever you want to do. She has named multiple examples, like watching a movie, shopping, or swimming.
However, you found out about a place to cuddle with goats near your house, and that is what you want to do.
It's only a ten minute walk away from Natasha's house. "This is a rather funny activity, but I could've expected it from an animal lover like you." Natasha presses a soft kiss to your hand, a gesture that still makes you blush.
There's only a few other people, people with little kids. It reminds you of how you used to spend time at a similar place at home when you were little. You pull Natasha just a bit closer.
You end up having a lot of fun. Natasha acts like a typical mum, petting the animals but keeping a bit of a distance and taking pictures of you. She loves seeing you happy like this, having fun out of just playing with goats.
The two of you decide to go by Starbucks on the way home, getting coffee and a sweet treat. You attempt to pay for yourself but fail as Natasha refuses to let you. "It's your day, sweetheart."
Natasha picks out a table with a booth for you. You start sipping on your drink and eating your muffin when Natasha moves her hand to your upper thigh, softly caressing it. When you try to move her hand away she gives you a warning look, so you just have to put up with the feelings it evokes.
Apparently, that was the idea because Natasha leans down to whisper in your ear. "When we get home, I'll make you feel so good, baby. Better than any Halloween party could ever make you feel. No one could ever make you feel better than I do."
The walk home is uncomfortable with the slick between your legs. As soon as you get home and sit down on the couch, Natasha is all over you. Normally, her kisses are rough, but now she's being soft. Her hands caress your body, whereas they normally grope you in an almost bruising way. She's being the most gentle with you she has ever been.
"Baby, I don't want to do this on the couch today." She takes you upstairs to her room to continue there. Asking you if she can take your shirt off before doing so, she same with the rest of your clothes.
When you're fully naked, she first spends time thoroughly exploring your body with her mouth. "Beg for it, baby," she says when your hands grab her hair.
You think for a moment about whether you want to do as she said or you want to be a brat. Giving in seems the better option right now. "Please mommy, please fuck me. I'm so needy, please!"
Natasha chuckles at your words, how you have learned how to beg properly in the time you've been with her. She kisses down your body, pressing a kiss to the mound of your pussy before speaking, "Such a good girl for mommy."
You whine at the praise, but it turns into a moan as the older woman dives in to lick your pussy. Her tongue disappears to pay attention to your bundle of nerves, making you hold onto her hair tighter.
"You like that, pretty girl? Like it when I praise you and rub your little pussy?" She says before diving back in to suck your clit. She's high on the moans that escape your mouth. You know you can be loud, but you still hold back. Natasha knows that about you and often sees it as a challenge.
She pushes one of her short nailed fingers into your aching hole while keeping up the licks on your sweet spot. The way she curls her finger pulls another loud moan out of you.
The older woman starts thrusting into you, sucking and licking your clit, trying to pull as many sweet moans from you as possible on the way to your orgasm.
She's relentless when it comes to this, whispering sweet words when she can, but mostly keeping her mouth on you. When she feels you getting closer, she adds a finger to your pussy. You immediately clench around it.
"Please mommy I'm gonna cum," you say when Natasha starts to constantly hit your spot with her fingers, while lapping your bundle of nerves with her tongue.
The older woman pulls her mouth away for a second, keeping up the motion with her fingers to not lose your orgasm. "Cum whenever, sweetheart."
It takes seconds for you to reach the edge, fully clenching around her while bucking up and riding out your orgasm. Natasha chuckles at the sweet sounds you make. She pulls her fingers out and cleans up your pussy with her tongue before making you clean her fingers.
"Come on, baby, it's time to take a shower." She takes her clothes off, then she lifts your already naked body up to walk to the bathroom.
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starboye · 3 days ago
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Kinktober Day 27
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starring: homelander x male reader
request: sub!thicc femboy ftm reader x dom!homelander where reader is a supe in the seven who is stronger than all the heros and especially homelander but not strong enough in bed?? homelander finds reader in his apartment right in his room trying on the shortest skirts that shows his ass and pink high stockings, reader trys to explain before he gets his ass eaten and fucked raw until he cant breathe properly. i want some breeding kinks and alot of spanking, and ass worship if thats okay? i know ur busy but im just requesting this only if you have time, please and thank you.
warnings: smut, degradation, cursing, dub-con kinda, ass slapping, hair pulling, breeding kink, breathe play sorta, ass eating, fingering, rough sex, creampie, unprotected sex
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being the strongest of the supes was a feat that you never lived down when it came to homelander, your looks were as everyone else would put it 'girly' but can they really say anything when you're more powerful the seven combined and shall we add better looking.
this was especially infuriating to homlander who always had the thought of you being better than him in the back of his head constantly,no one ever took him seriously with threats because they knew you were strong enough to kick his ass.
so what better way to resolve an issue than to show up at your apartment, he knocks at the door "who is it" you yell seemingly running to open the door "homelander" he sternly speaks "you know the rules john, no superhero name in my place" you say letting him in, once more like you always do you shoot him down.
whether that be during missions when you nab the bad guy just when he was about to or talk down on him on minuscule things, it made his blood boil with hatred for you "shoes off at the front door" you add walking back to your room, john silently mocking the way you said it before walking into your room.
he wasn't really shocked when he saw you trying on skirts, it's what you usually wore when not in your superhero suit but what did surprise him is when you try on the most dainty skirts that leave little to nothing to imagination, your ass pretty much spilling out of the bottom.
"what did you want" you ask turning around to look at him, he wasn't all there his mind flooding with what he wanted to do to you and being the psycho he is he acts on those thoughts, bending you over on your bed and ripping off you underwear but leaving the pretty skirt, he spits on his fingers and shove them in you, fingering you open to take his cock.
what first was strained grunts trying to break free from him are now turning into desperate moans loving the way his slender fingers fuck you "who would've thought the sevens strongest member could be so slutty" john teases you shoving his fingers deeper in your tight warmth.
"fuck you john" you say back before dropping your face into the bed and moaning out loudly, homelander slowly pulls his fingers out, strands of saliva following with it as he brings it to his mouth as sucks it off, just when you though he was done he pushes you back into the bed and leans down to your ass, his tongue invading it quickly.
he starts eating you out like a sundae, tongue prodding at every part of your gummy walls, you loved it to, your hands reaching out to grab a pillow and bring it to your face to let out all your dirty sounds, moans and whimper and all of it, john lays a harsh smack on your ass to get those pretty little sounds out again and it works, eliciting broken whines out of you more and more.
he moves from eating you out to nipping his teeth at your ass, sucking at it, or just slapping it continuously, by the end of it you ass is ruined in hickeys and bruises, some teeth marks here and there, he stands up and lowers his pants and underwear "don't worry i'll be done soon" he leans down to whisper in your ear, kissing you neck before leaning back up to then push his cock into you.
that big fucker was splitting your hole in two with how big he was, you were struggling to even choke back moans, john seeing you gives all your moans and sounds to the pillow angered him a little, snatching it from your arms to throw it off to the side and restraining your hands behind your back with his tough grip.
"go ahead moan my name like a fucking slut y/n" he pulls your head up from the bed by your hair to look at you, he was fucking into you so hard you couldn't even answer him let alone breath, your eyes flickering shut but john gets you back awake.
"hey look at me, look at me, this ass is all mine right, ill fuck it whenever and wherever right" he questions, his grips tight on your chin "mhm yes sir im... all yours to ruin" you croak feeling the wind get knocked out of your lungs with every thrust into your hole "m'gonna fill you up nice and good with my cum, hell maybe you can give me a new kid" he chuckle darkly, hand wrapping around your throat to keep you right up next to his face.
while his other hand keeps your ass in place with a firm grip on your hip, after the heavy fucking he cums in you, filling out your stomach to almost bursting, even after a minute or so you could still feel him cumming in you before he finally pulled out of your sloppy hole with a heavy and drawled out groan, releasing you from his dangerously tight grip.
"now who's the stronger supe" he asks lifting your weak head up to look at him "you sir" you weakly say "speak up" he orders "you homelander" you restate with little to no confidence left in you, at this point you were going to be nothing but his bitch.
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anachronismstellar · 2 days ago
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Just in case no one asked yet: You could feed us, the like 3 WarPlane fans in a trenchcoat?
Mayyybe even some LQG POV? A little bit of "Why I want to fight him so bad?" with a pinch of misundertandings? 🥺
Oh. I just realized that all of the SQH gotta get them all asks I wrote in the Peak Lord POVs fjsbskdnsm
Anyway, WarPlane with a side of fighting and misunderstanding, right away! :D
Also a little bit kinda of a sequel to this post
Omg sorry it took so long but this one is a big boy fksnskdns I hope you like it <3
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Shang Qinghua didn't show up next morning.
Or the other one.
Or the other.
Then he had to go on a mission, followed by another one, and when he blinked it had been weeks since that day in Shang Qinghua’s office.
So Liu Qingge decided to take matters to his own hands.
Because Liu Qingge wasn't stupid as Shen Qingqiu was so fond of calling him. He knew that he had a strong presence, and at any given opportunity, Shang Qinghua would run away from him as if Liu Qingge were a Demon.
Except.
Except when he had caught the other by surprise.
The scene kept coming back to his mind during training and during... Some odd moments.
During training it made sense. He kept chasing the rush of being thrown on the ground, excitement running through his bones at the possibility of finding a new sparring partner, making his heart race. It also opened his eyes for his weakness in hand to hand combat, a skill he had to confess he had been neglecting. Part because his sword training took so much of his time already, part because people hardly dared to walk towards him in an empty corridor, to dare punch him in a spar match would be unthinkable, apparently.
The other times that were a bit confusing. In the past days, he would be writing a report and the smell of ink would make him pause and think of strong arms pressing his hands against the floor. Or during their peak lord meetings, he would stare at Shang Qinghua, thinking how to drag him to training but instead of imagining an exercise routine his brain would get stuck on the memory of thighs embracing his waist.
He drew the line when the scene came up to him during his bath, making him hot all over even though he was using snow water.
BANG!
He barged into the room with sword in hand, ready to drag the other to the training grounds if needed to, being greeted by the rarest sigh of all times.
Shang Qinghua's office with no Shang Qinghua on sight.
"I-I tried to tell you, Liu-shishu, shizun is not here today," a girl wearing the white robes of the head disciples stopped by his side, panting, as if she had ran after him all the way from the rainbow bridge. "He's with the little ones, so please, if you want I can schedule-"
"Nonsense, I'm going to see him now," he turned to look at the kid, a bit impressed she didn't crumbled in fear by his glare. Although she seemed to be as tired as her Shizun, she had a lot of more spine by the way she put her hands on her hips now that she had recovered her breath, ready to scold him.
"Liu-shishu might be able to push his way through in other peaks, but here we do things by the book. You can either schedule an appointment or leave."
This is why he had wanted to see Shang Qinghua directly, he didn't have the patience to go through all the bureaucracy An Ding was so fond of.
So he took a deep breath, biting the inside of his cheek to not tap his foot at the kid just doing her job.
"Very well, when can I see him?"
She made a point of flipping her sleeves while passing by him to get to Shang Qinghua's desk, opening a small but thick booklet, flipping all the way to the end while humming. Then, with a smile that was eerily similar to Shang Qinghua's when he was about to scream at them about damage reparations, she said:
"He's free next month, on the third week, would that work for you?"
Liu Qingge squinted his eyes at her as he licked this teeth, making a tsk sound.
It felt as if she was lying. And at the back of his head he could hear Shen Qingqi dry chuckle.
"Nevermind," he turned around to leave the building, not bothering to wait for her reply. She wanted to play games and help Shang Qinghua hide from him? Fine. If words didn't work, he would use the good old intimidation.
"You!" He shouted at the first yellowed robe person he saw, pointing at them with his sword. "Where's Shang Qinghua?"
"Liu-shishu-" the boy tried to bow without stumbling on his feet while two disciples ran past them, pulling each other by their robes while whispering: "Liu-shishu? Really?!" and "Fuck yes I'm gonna get so much money-".
Honestly, cursing in front of your elders? The kids had no respect nowadays.
But he had no time to educate the youth.
"Where. Is. Shang Qinghua?"
The boy- because he couldn't be older than sixteen, stuttered while pointing at the west side of the mountain, slowly but surely trying to back away from Liu Qingge.
Not on his watch.
"Show me," he said as he put his sword away. It took him some minutes and a glare but he got the boy to start walking, guiding him all the way to a smaller house where he could hear children laughing, some of them running around a garden.
And in the middle of a huge group was Shang Qinghua, a low table set in front of him, surrounded by smaller ones as a group of kids seemed to be having a class.
Shit.
Before he could stop it, the An Ding disciple hurried to Shang Qinghua, whispering and then pointing his head at Liu Qingge's direction. And like candles being blown by wind, one by one, the kids started to quiet down, their huge eyes turning to look at Liu Qingge.
Was... Was he that scary?
"Okay, everyone, off you go. Class dismissed. And remember to finish your numbers today, I will check them!" Shang Qinghua said with a clap of hands, breaking the heavy mood with a bright smile. He helped some of the children clean up until an older disciple arrived, taking over the group.
Liu Qingge could feel he had ruined a precious moment. Realms, it might have been the first time he had seen Shang-Shixiong smiling, relaxed. And he actually felt bad when his theory was proved right by the way Shang Qinghua calmly walked towards Liu Qingge, his smile dropping as he tilted his head down, a deep sigh moving his broad shoulders.
"Liu-shidi," and right when he got closer enough, his usual too polite smile back on being plastered on his face.
"Shang-Shixiong."
"What can this one do for his shidi today?"
Liu Qingge felt his heart skip a beat before picking up speed. He shouldn't make him so tense, it was Shang Qinghua for Heavens sake!
Besides, he had thought about this for weeks. He had rehearsed lines and proposals, and he would never admit, but he even asked Mu Qingfang how to talk to Shang-Shixiong, he was ready, he-
"Fight me."
Maybe Shen Qingqiu had a point.
"I'm sorry?" Shang Qinghua blinked a couple of times before putting his hands up, waving them in front of him as he took a step back. "I'm sorry! Is this about the day in the office?! I'm so sorry shidi, I swear I am! Please don't-"
"I mean in a spar," he managed to spit it out, crossing and then uncrossing his arms, forcing his hands to stay down and relaxed. "This one is requesting his Shixiong to help him train in hand to hand combat."
Then he bowed, frowning at Shang Qinghua's surprised gasp. What was this with everyone thinking he was a brute?! He had manners! Has everyone forgotten he was from a noble family?!!
"Liu-shidi honors this one with such request, but I'm not good, really! It was uhh luck! I could never teach Liu-shidi in the matters of fighting-"
"Why not? Shang-Shixiong clearly has the knowledge, and I have just seen that he is a good teacher. Why you can't teach me your techniques?"
Shang Qinghua grumbled something he couldn't understand about changing points and skills, pressing his finger and thumb against the bridge of his nose as the other hand waved something to his side.
"Fine, Liu-shidi. You do have a point. But we are not going to go to do it at Bai Zhan Peak. I don't want this to be a big thing."
"Very well. Where should we meet then?"
"Tomorrow, their teacher will be back from their mission," he explained with a tilt of his head towards the house. "I'll have the morning free. We can meet at my house and use my garden, no one will disturb us there."
"I'll look forward to Shixiong's lessons."
They said their goodbyes, off to their duties. Liu Qingge again went back to staring at walls, tapping his fingers over his crossed arms, unable to focus on his disciples drills, deciding to go hunting to see if he could shake off his nervous energy to no avail. At night, he kept tossing and turning, and no meditation technique or set of exercises helped him to rest.
The next morning he felt as if he were a ball of condensed energy, ready to bounce and run towards An Ding Peak.
"Shizun? Are you okay?" his head disciple asked at some point during breakfast, a healthy distance away from him.
He finished his meal in less than three bites, leaving the table with just a "I'm going to An Ding Peak" as explanation, ignoring his Head Disciple calling for him.
And what if he flew instead of walking? He had an appointment with his fellow peak lord, no one would dare to comment on his eagerness.
"Liu-shidi, come in," Shang Qinghua greated him as soon as he set foot on the ground, waiting for Liu Qingge by the door.
The usual yellow robes were nowhere to be seen, swapped by a practical dark gray uniform, tighter to not get in the way of their fighting. And without the additional loose layers, it was impossible for Shang Qinghua to hide his broad chest and tonned thighs, strong enough to carry boxes and boxes of documents and parcels.
Strong enough to trap Liu Qingge and sque-
"I've set aside some clothing for you, so you don't dirty yours while we train," Shang Qinghua interrupted Liu Qingge unexpected thought, but still, the rest of the sentence echoed in his head. What was that?!, he through as Shang Qinghua walked them through the house until they reached an internal garden, lush grass covering the entire floor but for one patch of dirty right in the middle.
"Thank you," he took the clothing from Shang Qinghua's hands, looking around, doing his best to not stare at the other. "Where can I change?"
"There's a room right there, you can call me if you need any help."
Right.
No time to nonsense, he was waiting for this for a while now, he would learn as much as he could.
The offer for help wasn't necessary, the uniform was pretty straightforward to put on, nothing like Peak Lord clothing. He ignored the tingling down his spine when the picture of Shang Qinghua helping him undress came to his mind, leaving the room to face his opponent for the morning.
Shang Qinghua, with his legs in a split, stretching.
He felt his face warm up.
"Okay, shidi!" Shang Qinghua got up in a small jump, rotating his shoulders with a satisfying cracking sound. "Better start easy, I know you can handle, but hand to hand is a bit different than sword fighting. Now, stand up like this, good! Spread your legs a bit more- perfect."
They haven't started yet, and he was already sweating.
The first long minutes was just like any other martial class, Shang Qinghua helped him with posture, correcting his pose here and there. It was an odd sensation to have his usually skittish Shixiong touching him so freely, moving his body around without caring about Liu Qingge grunts or scared of Liu Qingge pushing back.
"Okay, this is for the basics. Do you remember the leg movement?"
Liu Qingge nodded as he pushed his hair out of the way, the strands sticking to his neck, itching his skin. Maybe that's why Shang Qinghua kept his hair up, because it had barely been an hour, and it felt as if he had been training for days.
They got into position again, Shang Qinghua letting him start the fight and run towards him to get tackled so Qingge could practice what he had learned. And, he understood where Shang-shishu was coming from by holding himself back.
But at the same time he was frustrated. He could feel under Shang Qinghua's skin a strength he had never felt from the other peak lord, an agility that took Liu Qingge breath away, and an intelligence to use Liu Qingge's own body and weight against him that he wished his disciples could see.
If anyone had told him that, of all the twelve peak lord's, Shang Qinghua was the one he would be considering to give lessons on his peak, he would have laughed at the person's face.
Now look at him, chest once more on the ground, wheezing as the air got knocked out of his lungs with Shang Qinghua pressed him down, fingers digging the back of his neck while the other arm hugged him by the waist, and powerful thighs hold down his legs.
"You're getting better each fight, Shidi," Qinghua gasped next to his ear, body sliding all over Liu Qingge's back. "You're going to master this in no time."
Liu Qingge could feel something shift, the air between them getting heated. Yes they're fighting, but he felt more as if he were about to face a dangerous creature instead of sparing with a fellow cultivator.
"Another round?" Qinghua's voice rumbled against his back, and Liu Qingge couldn't keep his eyes open, arching his back just enough so he could feel Qinghua's body pressed all over him. "Or we can take a break, we did good progress."
"No!" He used his legs to twist his body, their spar becoming more shoving and pushing than an actual martial fight. Then, in a moment of luck, Liu Qingge finally trapped Shang Qinghua.
Just like the first time they fought, they stayed frozen for a long moment, but this time with Liu Qingge on top, victory tasting like dirty and sweat. He realized that he should get up, their faces so close they were sharing the same air, Qingge's eyes caughting the glimpse of Qinghua's tongue.
His arms went numb and his brain got deafening quiet as he got just a tiny little closer, just-
Shang Qinghua raised his legs until they seized Liu Qingge by his waist, twisting their bodies again until Qinghua was on top, one hand immobilizing one of Qingge's legs by pushing it up until his knee was almost touching his chest, the other pinning both of his wrists to the ground.
"Seems like Shidi lost." And Liu Qingge was starting to think he had hit his head during their fight because... Who was this man? Where this confidence came from?!
And most importantly, why was it making him so- So!!
Oh.
Oh no.
"Is Liu-Shidi satisfied with the lesson?" Shang Qinghua smiled, and this time it was the furthest thing from his usual blank one. Oh, no, this smile was of a man who was about to have a feast.
And Liu Qingge was laying in a silver plate.
"Hmm. Liu-shidi did very well. This Shixiong thinks he deserves something nice for being such a good student," he said as he pressed his body down a bit more, tearing a moan from Qingge's throat. "What do you think, shidi? Would you like to have another round? Maybe somewhere a bit more... Comfortable?"
The line was cheesy, something straight out of one of his sister's books, and it shouldn't work, it shouldn't-
It shouldn't work but Liu Qingge felt himself nod, whispering "Yes" over and over again, moaning as Shang Qinghua threw him over his shoulder, carrying him all the way to his room.
And if he had gone back to more lessons later that week, and the week after that, well. He wouldn't be War God of Bai Zhan if he passed the opportunity of a good fight, right?
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tellafairy · 3 days ago
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Hi, can you please explain in detail how you changed your marks + got into your dream uni and how you always stay lean? This would change my life.
i have already answered this but i will re answer it more in depth !
when i was 16, i really wanted to attend a university quite far away. it was a dream i had for a while, but i was scared things wouldn't work out — especially when my counsiler told me over and over again that my grades "weren't good enough" and i "didn't meet the requirements". i was also scared about finances and the uni being to far away.
with this, when my senior year came and i turned 17 — i had saw a sucess story on tiktok of a girl who manifested her dream university experience simply through LOA. this prompted me to do the same, and i began to completely ignored everything my counsiler said. i told myself over and over again that i am attending the university, no ifs ands or buts. i repeated simple things like "i literally got into the university, is he crazy?" "my dorm room at university is so cute i love it" over and over again inside of my head whenever the topic of university was brought up or came to mind. whenever someone asked me where i'm going for uni, i told them this university. spoke about the uni as their student would. and when filling out my application, i was laughing to myself. "why am i even doing this? i'm already a student at __.. i guess it'll be fun to show other students what an application should look like if they wanna get into __ like me!"
id also saturate! sometimes i'd spend 1-2 hours just sitting there thinking of life at that university in my head as if i was already there. id go into detail about the financial aid id get, how my dorm would look, meal plans, etc etc — everything i wanted my uni life to be like. (this part is quite important to me, i made sure to incorporate the fact i wouldn't struggle with paying for uni or finding housing). id ignore any thoughts or worries whenever they came to mind, i always made it my priority to remind myself that i already attend the university — nothing else matters.
as for changing my marks; in my home country, your highschool submits all of your grades to the universities for you. and after graduation, they send you one final copy of your transcript. so when i was applying to university, i only saw my transcript once before graduation through my guidence counsiler, and it didn't even have all of my final grades because i was still taking classes, it only had my midterm marks (which are basically ur final marks before the final exams which would usually bring ur mark up by 5-10%)
anyways, after seeing it and realizing how bad my midterms were, i just affirmed that the transcript was wrong and that my final marks would be 10x better. i told myself that i'd ace my fianl exams so well that it would bring my marks up by more than 10%. despite this — after graduation, i received a transcript with my exact same mid term marks.
but, i didn't let this discourage me. i simply disregarded the email and deleted it, i didn't even save the transcript because i knew it wasn't right. i kept affirming and affirming and saturating and telling myself that they accidentally sent the wrong transcript. and i think you know what i'm gonna say next; that's exactly what they did. my principal had emailed me alongside my counsiler, both emails had a copy of my real transcript where my grades met the standard i had created in my mind — and they also apologized for giving me the wrong transcript, informing me that the universities i applied to all received the correct one.
i had already gotten my acceptance letter into the university before i had received my final transcript, so i think that's what made it easier for me to accept and know that the first transcript they sent me was wrong.
i'm not sure what anon means by staying lean.. so i'm sorry i can't answer that part 😅 but i hope the rest makes sense!
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taeyongdoyoung · 1 day ago
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lobos, we cannot stop hunting
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summary: the full moon comes and you insist on staying with your best friend despite his valiant warnings to make you run away from him... pairing: werewolf!chan x reader genre: smut, fantasy, best friends to lovers warnings: *takes a deep breath* heat suppressants, hugging, werewolf transformation, kissing, making out, hair-pulling, eating out, begging, fingering, overstimulation, consent is established multiple times, slightly mean dom!chan but overall a sweetheart, praise+degradation, size kink (duh), unprotected sex on the floor, knotting, breeding kink, mating *exhales* author's note: happy halloween, baby stays!!! 🐺 make sure to get some yummy treats and always remember to say the magic words please and thank you 😈 but ESPECIALLY please as the king of the wolves taught us 😉🛐 word count: 1.8k
"It's a full moon tonight," your werewolf best friend Chan says.
"So?" you murmur, not even bothering to look up from your phone. Those F1 reels that keep popping up on your feed are so interesting! "You've got your pills and stuff? You'll be fine, same as always."
"I ran out, actually," Chan scratches the back of his head nervously.
You put down your phone. Sorry, sexy F1 guys, you can wait.
"Can't you get more?" you ask him.
"No, my doctor is out of town. It's his anniversary with his wife and his phone is turned off."
"Goddamnit, Chan, and you tell me that now?" you are immediately worried about your best friend.
Before he started these pills, Chan told you that the full moon was like really bad on him. As in, he was completely out of control and had these...urges that he had to take care of by himself. Basically, he was in a lot of pain. He's been using these pills for the last two years and they've been working miraculously. Chan was pretty much like a human during the usually dangerous for werewolves full moon. Thankfully, his doctor has been very helpful in giving him plenty of these amazing pills.
"I'm sorry...I thought I had one left but I must have miscalculated."
"Chan, I keep telling you to write these stuff down in advance," you shake your head. "What are you going to do tonight?"
"Suffer through it, I guess. I was just giving you a heads-up so you can get out of here...like right about now."
"What? No way I'm leaving you alone!" you argue passionately. "What if you die?"
"Uh, I'm pretty sure I won't. But you don't get it, without my pills, I could unwittingly put you in danger. My best chance to make sure I'm not a menace to civilized society is to lock the door and tie myself up or something."
"That sounds horrible!" you cry out, feeling intense sympathy for your best friend. "I don't want to leave you alone."
"You have to!" Chan insists. "I would hate myself if I hurt you."
"You won't!" you keep trying to persuade him. "I trust you more than anyone else in the universe."
Chan shakes his head, still hesitant.
"Please, you should leave before the moon comes up."
Little does he know it has already begun to rise...
"No, I'm not leaving you," you keep saying and wrap your arms around him.
Chan desperately tries to push you away. But it is too late.
As the moon's power grows, so does his. The only thing that prevents you from continuing to embrace him is his oncoming transformation. Your arms fall weakly to your side as you witness the impossible. His generally tender, adorable features quickly turn into sharp, wolflike and kind of intimidating ones, if you have to be honest. But this is your best friend, your Chan, you keep reminding yourself. And all the fear disappears from your body. As you kneel down next to him, you run your hand through his soft fur, trying to pet him.
He initially snarls and tries to scare you off but the more you insist, the more he relaxes under your gentle touch. God, you can't believe he was afraid he'd harm you. He's just...a big puppy.
You can't resist the temptation and you hug him again. He's so fluffy you're gonna die! And then, the unimaginable happens. He fucking purrs! Oh dear, if you had already been having a hard time trying to hide your feelings for your best friend, then seeing him like this would surely be your demise.
Then, unexpectedly, he shifts back to his human form, taking you by surprise. One, because that was faster than you'd expected. Two, because he's entirely naked, but doesn't seem perturbed by it. You try your best to look him in the eyes because uh...you're still not sure where this is going.
"Please, go, I don't think I can control myself any longer," Chan begs.
"Control what?" you're so confused. "I already witnessed you in your wolf form, you seem pretty chill."
"It's not my wolf form you should be scared of," Chan warns darkly.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, if you don't get out of my sight in the next ten seconds, I'll fuck you until you pass out. And maybe even after that."
Oh? Wait...OH!!!
"Was that supposed to be a threat or a promise?" you quirk your eyebrows at him.
"Hold on, don't tell me you're actually excited by the prospect?" Chan wants to make sure.
"I mean...don't threaten me with a good time," you shrug calmly.
Chan kneels next to you, grabbing your hands tightly.
"I'm serious right now, don't play with me."
"What makes you think I'm not serious? I trust you, I want you, I lo- Uh, I like you a lot, whatever you do, that won't change," you mentally curse yourself for almost saying the big L-word. You hope he didn't catch that.
Judging from Chan's expression, he seems pretty satisfied with your statement.
"Well, don't say I didn't warn you," he whispers and kisses you harshly, biting your lips and making a mess.
Your mouths are linked by an unending streak of saliva, but honestly you couldn't care less as he claims you, pushing his tongue deeper down your throat, gripping your hair with his fingers for better access. You are already melting. You spoke too soon. You are definitely not ready for this. But you wouldn't be able to make him stop, even if you wanted to.
"Last chance," Chan breaks the kiss to give you the opportunity to back out. To get out of here while you still can.
"Do your worst," you challenge him recklessly and he kisses you again, even harder than before if that is possible.
You know that your best friend, despite his shy and cute demeanour, is physically stronger and bigger than you, but seeing him like this, completely losing control is such a thrill you make sure to commit the picture to memory as vividly as you can.
Chan takes off your clothes in a hurry and just like a hungry wolf, attacks your pussy. And starts devouring it as if it's his last meal on Earth. He doesn't even make the effort to get to the couch, which is so close. He just takes you right there, on the floor. You shake uncontrollably, but he grips your thighs to stop you from moving.
"Please, please, please," you keep repeating even though you have no idea what you're asking for. For him to keep going? For him to stop? You don't know anymore.
"I like it when you beg," Chan smirks against your folds and dives back in, swimming in your water.
It doesn't take you long to burst, completely letting go for him.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful," he praises you, not giving you time to recover and tracing circles around your entrance with his big fingers.
"No, you," you whisper weakly, trying to make him slow down by pushing his hand away. Needless to say, your efforts are in vain. "I'm s-sensitive."
Chan laughs cruelly.
"You can take it," his words are meant to be reassuring but they're not, as he sticks his finger inside of you.
It's just one but it's already so thick you are beginning to lose your mind.
"C-chan, p-please," you cry for him.
"What is it, sweetheart? You want another?" he mocks your lack of coherence and adds a second finger without waiting for your approval.
"N-no, I c-can't," you shake your head desperately.
"Yes, you can," Chan seems fully convinced, adding a third finger. "You're so tiny, gotta stretch you up real good to be able to take my cock next. Don't you want that, babygirl?"
"Yes, I want it," you are quick to agree and do your best to relax for his big fingers.
"Gonna let me take this sweet pussy with my wolf cock? Claim you as mine? Give you my pups?" he asks gently, his unrestrained actions in complete contrast with his sweet words.
"Yes, yes! Gonna let you breed me like the stupid bitch I am," you answer, degrading yourself in the process.
"That's what I like to hear, darling," Chan praises you and makes you come again on his fingers.
You are almost about to pass out. But somehow you manage to hold on for the next part. You want to feel it. Every second of it.
"Are you sure?" he asks once again, melting your heart.
"I've never been more sure about anything in my life," you reaffirm your belief in him.
Chan doesn't wait for a second offer and slides his cock inside of you. Fucking hell, if you thought his fingers were pretty huge, his manhood is on a whole different level. You try to adjust to his monstrous size and focus on his beautiful eyes instead. He's still your Chan, your sweet-
"Fuck, your pussy's so small, gonna rip you in half," Chan grunts loudly.
Okay, not so sweet after all.
"Please, don't. Or do, it's fine by me," you attempt to make a joke.
He laughs and kisses you again, going in deeper. You wrap your hands around his neck in a tremendous effort to ground you, help you remain conscious through it all.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Chan keeps talking meanly. "Want me to ruin that tiny pussy of yours?"
"Yes, yes, I want it all," you repeat mindlessly, not caring about the consequences anymore.
Then, as if by some miracle, you feel his cock growing even more while inside of you. Is that even possible? You thought it was just a myth.
Luckily, you're wetter than ever and your pussy easily swallows his knot.
"Gonna fuck you full of my cum, make you my mate, is that okay?" Chan wants to be sure.
"It's okay, Chan, I'll be your mate," you promise, not even sure what that means. But whatever it is, you're fine with it, as long as it's with Chan...
Then, he releases his wolf seed inside of your pussy, making you feel so full, so warm, so complete.
"Take it, baby, I know you can," he reassures you and you do your best to accept his overflowing victory.
It is a total mystery how you still haven't passed out. But you're grateful for it. You'd like to treasure this moment forever.
"I don't think I'll be able to let go of you anytime soon," Chan chuckles softly, still inside of you.
"That's alright, I think I can get used to this," you respond happily, kissing him again.
"Great. 'Cause I don't plan to ever stop hunting you, my sweet little prey," Chan vows.
"I am but a willing victim to whatever it is the full moon did to you," you smile contentedly.
"And if it's not just the full moon?" Chan asks, biting your earlobe playfully with his sharp teeth. "What if I want to have my way with you every night?"
"Who needs sleep anyways?"
The End
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eu-nicola · 2 days ago
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arranged marriage part 3
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sinopsis: after the death of his girlfriend in an accident, Rafe falls into a severe depression. His family offers him a family friend, Arabella, with whom he has always had a bad relationship, to marry him for the good of the family.
warnings: arranged marriage, barely named violence, mentions of possible pregnancy, etc
author's note: this story is very long, english is not my first language, the tags are not correct so don't tell me anything cause I ALREADY KNOW, then I'm going to correct
word count: 3148
mention: @rafegf-real
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The next morning, Arabella woke up alone as usual. She sat up slowly, still with the memories of the previous night replaying in her mind. She searched for her phone on the nightstand, hoping perhaps to find a message. Her fingers slid across the screen, and finally found it: a short message from Rafe, telling her that he had left early to take care of some business and would return later.
Arabella let out a sigh, neither upset nor surprised. She knew what Rafe was like and it was obvious that he was going to leave her alone after what had happened the night before. So, after reading his message, she got up, took a quick shower and dressed in a light robe. She went down to the garden, where she asked for breakfast to be served. The morning was cool, and the rays of the sun illuminated the freshly watered flowers. As the aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped her, the other members of the family began to appear, still sleepy but with tired smiles.
The conversation over breakfast was quiet, Arabella didn't say much, she answered a few questions and made a few comments about where Rafe was. But Arabella couldn't quite concentrate.
When she finished breakfast, she retreated to her room to get ready to go out. She wanted to clear her head, see if Rafe would come back at some point. However, as she was going through the contents of her bag and choosing the last detail of her outfit, her phone vibrated again. This time, the message was from Sarah. She read it and her eyebrows immediately furrowed:
Sarah: "Arabella, Rafe threatened JJ. He told him not to come near you again. Do you realize what he's doing?"
Arabella felt a pang of discomfort. Had Rafe threatened JJ? The news surprised and irritated her, but at the same time a part of her understood why he would do it. Her fingers typed quickly before she even stopped to think.
Arabella: "Maybe he exaggerated, but I don't think he did it in a bad way."
A few seconds later, the phone vibrated again. Sarah answered almost immediately, and her tone seemed much more upset.
Sarah: "Are you really defending him? Arabella, he threatened JJ, don't you understand how serious that is? He shouldn't be butting into things like that!"
Arabella bit her lip, feeling a mix of emotions beginning to well up inside her. She knew Sarah was right, but she also felt loyalty towards Rafe, as if it was her duty to at least try to understand him.
Arabella: "I'm just saying that maybe he has his reasons. He cares about me, Sarah."
Sarah: "Does he care? Please, Arabella. Two days ago you said you couldn't stand the way he is and now it turns out that you're on his side. You shouldn't be so naive. Rafe can't go around threatening people who are close to you. That's not normal!"
Arabella felt frustration building up inside her, wishing Sarah could understand. Her words came out in the chat without quite measuring them:
Arabella: "He's my husband, Sarah. You may not understand, but I'm going to defend him."
Sarah: "Your husband? Until yesterday you said you hated him, that you couldn't trust him. And now you're defending him like he's the best thing that ever happened to you? Make up your mind, Arabella! You can't go from one extreme to another every time it suits you."
Sarah's last message hit Arabella like a slap in the face. She stared at the phone screen, feeling exposed and vulnerable. Was it true? She had been confused, yes. Her feelings towards Rafe had changed rapidly, but it felt almost as if she had no control over it.
Arabella left the conversation with Sarah hanging in the air, deciding it wasn't worth dwelling on. With her jaw clenched and her fists slightly tense, she finished getting dressed. Before she left the house, thinking she could at least clear her head a little, she heard the sound of a door opening. Looking up, she found herself face to face with Rafe, who had just arrived with a carefree, almost haughty expression.
The tension between them was palpable. Rafe barely glanced at her and seemed ready to ignore her, but Arabella couldn't keep quiet.
"Really, Rafe?" she snapped, her tone cold, though with a hint of vulnerability that betrayed her frustration. "After last night, do you feel like threatening JJ?"
Rafe let out a short, humorless laugh, looking at her with a mix of annoyance and disinterest. He seemed about to make a scathing comment, but instead, he just shrugged.
"You should be grateful," he replied in his arrogant tone, completely dismissing her words. "I'm doing you a favor by not having that Pogue on top of you."
Arabella felt a knot forming in her stomach, somewhere between anger and sadness, but she stood firm, trying to keep her voice from wavering.
“You're shit, Rafe. You treat me like I'm worthless, after last night, you left me alone again, like I didn't matter,” she whispered, no longer able to keep up the cold mask.
Rafe rolled his eyes, but instead of ignoring her, as he usually did, he realized that Arabella was ready to leave. Without thinking too much, he grabbed her arm, stopping her from moving forward. The strength of his grip surprised her, and she looked at him, seeing his eyes darken with a mix of fury and something she couldn't immediately identify.
“Where do you think you're going?” he asked, his voice low and charged with an intensity that made her tremble.
Arabella tried to break free, but his grip was firm. She looked directly into his eyes, searching for something that had perhaps ceased to exist a long time ago. Rafe held her without giving an inch, as if he really cared that she tried to leave.
“Away from you,” she replied, her voice barely audible, but each word resonated loudly. “If you don’t want me here, then I’d better leave already.”
For a second, Rafe looked at her with something that almost seemed like surprise. His haughty expression cracked, revealing a slight shadow of doubt before his mask fell back into place. But instead of letting go, he tightened his grip, pulling her even closer to him.
“And you think you can leave that easily?” he asked, challenging her. “You should know I won’t make it that easy for you.”
Arabella swallowed hard, feeling frustration and pain burning inside her. She looked at him, hurt and defiant.
“You’re the one who leaves me no choice,” she said, controlling the tremble in her voice. “Why do you want me to stay? To ignore me?” To remind me every day that I'm nothing but a burden?
Rafe let out a sigh, a mix of frustration and resignation, but he didn't answer. Instead, his eyes wandered for a moment, as if he were looking for a way to express something he himself didn't know. But, without saying anything else, he abruptly let go of her, as if by doing so he were reaffirming his own indifference.
Arabella decided she didn't want to spend another minute in that house. So her only plan was to spend the day at her parents' house, John and Margaret. Upon arrival, the hugs were warm and sincere, full of affection and the familiarity of those who don't see each other that often. "I missed you so much," he told them, smiling as he settled into the cozy sofa of his home, decorated in soft shades of blue and white.
During the day, Arabella and her mother enjoyed the warmth of the sun in the garden, where Margaret had prepared a small seating area with cushions and blankets. They caught up, her mother asking a thousand and one questions, most of which Arabella answered by lying. Margaret loved Rafe and truly believed he was the perfect son for her daughter and that their marriage was going very well.
As the evening fell, John decided that he would be in charge of dinner, a duty he had always considered a pleasure. He headed to the kitchen and began preparing Italian pizza, one of Arabella's favorite dishes, which filled the house with its comforting aroma. Meanwhile, Arabella and her mother took care of setting the table. The laughter and chatter continued as they arranged the plates and cutlery, and Margaret told him about the latest news in the neighborhood.
"I ran into Mrs. Thompson at the market today," Margaret said, smiling as she recalled the conversation. “She was so proud of her new pot of begonias, she almost convinced me that I should buy some for the garden.”
“She’s always been a bit over the top with plants,” Arabella laughed, enjoying the light, familiar atmosphere.
However, as night began to fall and dinner was almost ready, the doorbell rang, breaking the quiet atmosphere. Margaret hurried to open the door, excited by the arrival of a visitor. Arabella, feeling a pang of anxiety, tried to ignore the uneasiness inside her. “Maybe it’s a neighbor,” she thought, but she couldn’t stop her heart from racing at the name the maid called.
“Mr. Cameron!” the maid announced, and at that moment, Arabella felt her blood run cold. Her face lost color and her mind began to spin. She didn’t want to see him, not in this environment, not after their last argument. However, her mother’s happiness pushed her to hide her discomfort.
“Rafe, what a surprise!” Margaret exclaimed with a bright smile, as she made her way to greet him with open arms. John joined her as well, completely oblivious to the tension between his daughter and the young man. Arabella stood still, almost paralyzed, watching as Rafe entered her home, with his characteristic confidence.
“Arabella,” Rafe said, his voice soft, almost a whisper, but with a tone that made his words seem more like a challenge than a greeting. Arabella stared back at him, trying to keep her composure, even though inside she was overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions.
“Come, dinner is ready. John has made his famous Italian pizza,” she said excitedly. As everyone sat down at the table, Arabella knew the evening could get complicated. Rafe took the place next to her, and even though she tried to focus on the food and her parents’ conversation, her mind was stuck on Rafe.
As dinner progressed, the table was filled with laughter and lively conversation. Arabella's parents couldn't help but ask questions about their daughter and Rafe's marriage. Margaret beamed proudly as she asked, "So, Rafe, what's our little girl like as a wife?"
Rafe, trying to keep his composure, replied with a smile. "She's very good, I couldn't have asked for better."
Arabella, sitting next to him, felt a slight tingle in her stomach as she listened to him. As the conversation continued, John turned to Arabella with an inquisitive look.
"And you, daughter? How do you feel about this new life you're building together?"
She smiled, aware that she couldn't let the awkwardness show on her face. "It's a new beginning for both of us."
The words seemed to hang in the air, but as the questions continued, Rafe and Arabella glanced at each other out of the corner of their eyes, sharing nervous smiles that tried to hide the underlying tension. Rafe's ability to maintain small talk was becoming an art.
Finally, dinner came to an end and John stood up to pour drinks. Rafe took the opportunity to approach Arabella, placing his hand on her waist naturally, as if it were something he had done all his life. However, for Arabella, the sensation was strange, almost uncomfortable. The touch of his hand caused her a mix of confusion and curiosity.
As John poured a drink, Margaret joined the conversation. “We know that the first stages can be complicated, but you always have to keep communicating. How do you guys handle that?”
Rafe, taking a sip of his drink, turned to Arabella, hoping she could add something to the conversation. She, feeling his gaze, replied, “Yes, we definitely have to talk about what we feel. Honesty is key.”
John nodded, satisfied. “That's what we want to hear. The foundation of any successful marriage is trust.”
Rafe, noticing how John approved of Arabella's response, felt he could relax a little more. His hand slid back slightly, making sure she was comfortable, though the gesture only intensified Arabella's discomfort. There was a tension in the air that they could both feel, and at the same time, there was a strange connection that was forming in the midst of the familiar conversation.
The night was growing thicker as John and Margaret said goodbye, noticing the tiredness on their faces. They approached Arabella and Rafe, telling them that they had prepared a room for them in the back cabin so they could have some privacy. They both nodded silently, and after a few words of farewell, they headed together towards the small shelter, not speaking along the way, surrounded by an awkward tension.
The awkwardness between them seemed to fill every corner of the room, making even the smallest noise feel amplified. Arabella, not wanting to start a conversation, walked around the room taking off her jacket and shoes, while Rafe stood in the doorway watching her with an unreadable expression. The awkwardness seemed to morph into something else, something neither of them could quite figure out.
Arabella removed her clothes with slow but determined movements. She didn't bother to look at Rafe, or to cover herself in any way; she had reached a point where embarrassment seemed a distant concept, and with a few too many drinks, her inhibitions had disappeared. When she was completely naked, she approached him without saying a word, her eyes holding Rafe's in silent defiance.
Arriving in front of him, she raised her arms, inviting him to touch her. Rafe hesitated for a moment, but then took her in his hands, running his gaze over her, as if trying to understand the unexpected display of bravery. Without warning, he kissed her intensely, capturing her lips in an almost desperate gesture, as if through that kiss he wanted to resolve all the silences and accumulated tensions.
Arabella, however, moved away a few centimeters, looking at him with a mixture of defiance and frustration.
"Why didn't they choose another woman to marry you?" she asked, her words resonating with a resentment that went beyond simple words.
Rafe did not avoid the intensity of his gaze and, without hesitation, he answered her with a low voice loaded with a sincerity that surprised her.
"No other woman could have put up with me like you do."
Arabella closed her eyes for a moment, processing those words. The resentment continued to burn inside her, although little by little she felt that something else was emerging between them, something that confused her.
“So… is our marriage always going to be like this?” he murmured, whispering the question into the air. “Torturous?”
Rafe watched her in silence, and after a moment, he raised one of his hands to gently caress her cheek. There was something unexpectedly tender in his gesture, something Arabella hadn’t seen in him before.
“We can make it work,” he told her, his voice so low it almost seemed like a shared secret.
Arabella felt his words seep into her skin, calming something inside her. She didn’t know if she could trust his promises, or what her own emotions were telling her at that moment, but in that instant, she decided that none of that mattered.
Rafe kissed her again, and this time the kiss was slower, deeper. Without words, they both let themselves go, allowing the barriers that used to separate them to fade away in the darkness of the night. Between kisses and caresses, they shared an intimacy that went beyond words and silences, allowing themselves, for a moment, to forget all doubts and resentments.
They spent the night together, giving themselves over to an act that seemed to be both a fight and a truce, a way of getting closer and protecting each other at the same time. Amidst sighs and caresses, they abandoned themselves to a closeness they had never shared before, as if that night were a promise of what their life together could be, or perhaps just a fleeting moment in the midst of uncertainty.
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After that moment, Rafe and Arabella's relationship definitely didn't turn into a fairy tale. They both had their quirks, and their character wasn't easy, to put it mildly. However, something had changed between them; the tension that had once separated them began to transform into a genuine connection. They began to understand each other, and that compatibility that had been so hard to find emerged in the most unexpected places, especially in the warmth of the bed.
Rafe, who had never thought too much about ties or commitments, now found himself being fiercely protective. He had lost a woman in the past, and the wound was still there, latent. But with Arabella it was different; the fear of losing her was eating away at him. He had come to realize how much he loved her, how much he wanted her. Only she managed to disarm him and expose his vulnerabilities, and although that terrified him, he accepted it because he knew he wanted her in his life forever. Arabella was the woman he wanted to build a future with, the only one with whom he could imagine children and a life in peace.
Arabella, for her part, was satisfied, but more than satisfied, she was happy. At last she could get along with her husband in every possible way; there were no more secrets or nights when he disappeared. Every night, Rafe stayed by her side, enveloping her with his presence and warmth, and every night, she silently prayed that from that love and desire, a child would grow in her womb. She longed so much for that dream: to form a family with him, a stable and happy family, something she had not always had. She was going to achieve it, because Arabella knew that Rafe, with all his faults, was the man she loved. He was still the same, arrogant and haughty, that man that all the girls wanted but that only she had the pleasure of calling HERS.
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Strip down - Chris Sturniolo
Chris!dom, fem!sub, smut, high school students
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in which: Chris is your assignment partner who comes over to your house really late to see you and you ask for him for help studying and he suggests a strip game.
Contains: smut, oral (fem receiver), unprotected p in v (please wrap it), pet names (pretty girl, slut, ma, mama, etc) confident y/n, use of y/n, first person perspective.
Authors note: once again I am very high so I’m sorry this sounds bad 😭
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Divider credits @bernardsbendystraws and @cafekitsune
It was almost midnight and I was still awake studying for my midterm French exam. I couldn’t get my words right and I was really anxious. I shuffled my music and started biting on the eraser of my pencil. I hear something hit my window and I snap my head up quickly. What could it be? Was it a killer? It was close enough to Halloween for that.
I slowly creep towards my window and look out of it. I almost jump out of my skin when I see a face, it was only Chris.
“Are you serious?” I ask opening my window all the way and helping him inside.
“I wanted to come work on the project with you, I didn’t wanna work on it all alone anymore.” He says brushing his pants off and then pulling me into a side hug.
“I’m studying for my French exam tomorrow Chris.” I say sitting back down on my bed. “I can’t do the project right now.” I say picking up my pencil and writing a few things down.
“I can help ya, I’ll read the flash cards and you answer.” He suggests standing at the edge of my bed and picking up the cards.
“What’s hello in French?” He says reading off the first one.
“That one’s easy, bonjour.” I say with confidence. He gives me a little high five. I smile but then I remember, what the fuck.
“How and when did you decide this?” I ask wrapping my blanket over me.
“Coming here? Well I was bored and alone, so I just walked over here.” He says.
I shake my head and laugh. He was stupid and we barely knew each other, he was my hallway crush for a minute but we know nothing about each other. At this point while he was studying with me he would laugh when I got a question wrong and tease me a little bit but when I got a question right he made me feel like I just saved the world.
“Let’s play a game. When you get a question right I take a piece of clothing off, and when you get a question wrong you have to do the same.” He says staring at me with those goddamned blue eyes. I smile and nod my head.
“This’ll be interesting.” I say looking him up and down. My parents were in their room just down the stairs and I was about to play a strip game with fucking Christopher Sturniolo.
“How do you say summer in French?” He asks.
“Août?” I say unsure.
“no, the right word is l’été.” He says staring at me expectantly.
I reach for the corners of my hoodie and pull it off. I had a white off the shoulder t-shirt underneath with no bra and my nipples poke through the thin fabric.
“What does étudier mean?” He asks looking up at me. I know he hopes I get this one wrong again so I can take off my pants.
“To study.” I say smiling
“Goddammit.” He starts taking off his shirt. He was wearing just his black and white pajama pants now, the waistband of his boxers peeking just above his pants. My breathing hitches and I try to focus again.
“Quand partons-nous?” He says with really bad pronunciation. I laugh. “When are we getting there?” I ask I look up at him as he’s silent. He shakes his head.
“Sorry that’s not right, take off either your shirt or your pants.” He says putting the card down and picking up a new one. When I get my shorts all the way off I’m laying in my thong. His eyes travel down and he clears his throat. “The right answer to that one was “when are we leaving…”.”
We do another one. My answer was wrong, off came the thong and I was sitting on my bed with my entire pussy out for him to see. My hands were in between my legs as I sat down.
“I still have my pants and underwear on.” He says laughing at me. I scoff and the next answer he asks I get right, he takes his pants off sitting there in just his underwear. I can see his bulge in his pants. I didn’t think he was that turned on. Just by seeing it my body reacts. I feel my pussy start throbbing in need and I squeeze my legs together to stop some of the friction.
“Enseigner.” He says looking me right in the eyes. If I got this wrong I was going to be completely naked in front of him. No one has ever seen me like that, ever. I sit up straight and try to think. “To learn?” I ask knowing that I just got the answer wrong. “Wait! No! It’s to teach.” I say quickly trying to stop him.
“Sorry baby. You said to learn first, looks like you’re taking off the last piece of clothing first!” He says smiling as he keeps his eyes on me. I don’t think he’s expecting me to actually get naked in front of him. Which is why I have to do it and stop being a pussy, he was never gonna let me live it down if I refused him and got to scared. My hands find the edge of my shirt and I pull my shirt up making sure to arch my back as I took the shirt off to make sure he knew that I had nice tits. I sigh when it’s all the way off and I sit a little closer to him.
“Just take them off, there’s no need to ask me any more questions.” I say as I watch him play with the waistband of his boxers.
“You’re such a little slut aren’t you? Being so comfortable with your fucking sexy tits out like that…” he says as he pushes me down on my bed and kisses me roughly.
“Mmm…Chris I need you…” I say grinding my hips against his hard cock.
“Yeah? Pretty girl, you want me to fuck you don’t you?” He asks grinding his hips against me so his pelvis was rubbing against my clit. I moan quietly at the sensation.
I watch him as he kisses down my stomach and kissing my navel. His nose brushing against my bellybutton softly. He places a tiny soft kiss to my clit and I sigh the sensation filling me up even though it was the smallest thing ever. His tongue very slowly trails from my wet hole all the way up to my clit. I raise my hips so he’s deeper into my pussy. His mouth sucks my clit as my hand flies to his head pushing him into me more so he was applying more pressure. His fingers make their way inside of me causing me to tighten my legs around him.
“Shit! Chris I’m cumming. Chris!” I scream and I feel his hand go over my mouth. My whole body shakes his in pleasure as my mouth falls open and drool drips onto his hand. My walls clench around his fingers and I finally cum. My breathing was heavy but he didn’t give me a break he went right into it, his dick was already inside of me and his pelvis was hitting my clit. I moan softly as he starts moving.
“Shhh be quiet we don’t want your parents to hear…” he says as he starts moving faster inside of me. I stare up at him my eyebrows knitted together and my mouth wide open.
“Oh my god ya look so hot f’me mama.” He says thrusting harder and harder. My mouth forms an O and I let out a cry. His hand flies over my mouth again. “Don’t make a sound.” He says as he hits my cervix ever so slightly. My body convulses and I scream into his hand over my mouth as I get hit with a shake worthy orgasm. My breathing was coming out as gasps now as I shook.
“Oh my god Chris.” I say pulling him close to me as he pulls out of me. This was crazy. We only started talking to each other only a month ago! We didn’t even like each other before and now we just had sex. This was insane.
“You are so good at that, I wanna do this with you again sometime.” He says rubbing circles into my skin. I shiver from the post-orgasm. He puts his clothes back on.
“Now when you’re taking your French exam you’ll think of this.” He says kissing me on the cheek one more time.
“Same time tomorrow night.” I finally got out of my mouth after the shock.
“Got it. Good night pretty girl.” He says as he starts climbing out of my window.
“Good night Chris.” I say as I pull the blankets up to my chest and fall asleep.
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Thanks for reading! Sorry if it’s not that good I’m trying my best!
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lightseoul · 10 hours ago
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Hiiiiii! I really love your work!!
Can i ask for number 20?
hello, love! thank you so much, and know that i see you interacting with my pieces and i truly appreciate it <3 also, at this point, i'm not even writing the prompts in order of the requests LOL so you get a fast pass, too! this bkg is always way too fun to write! i hope this one makes y'all smile.
(this is lightseoul's 2k milestone event ft. bakugou katsuki! to play, view the numbered list of prompts here, then simply send an ask with your chosen number and i'll whip something up!)
warnings. minors dni, please!
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20. "THIS IS SUCH A WASTE OF TIME." (0.9k)
“…so just like the last time, i want you to relax, okay?”
from where he’s laying on top of your pristine king-sized bed, a half-naked bakugou only glowers at you, arms folded behind his head in such a way that makes his biceps oh so bitable. he’s radiating that domineering aura that he always gives off in any context, only this time it’s a little…
misplaced.
you reach out to touch him, dressed in nothing but your intimates as well, ultimately placing your hand on his inner thigh. you feel him immediately tense at the contact.
carressing the skin with soothing circles in attempt to calm him, you toss him a gentle smile. “just—let me make you feel good. alright, katsuki?”
“yeah, yeah,” he quips dismissively, rolling his eyes in nonchalance, comically juxtaposing the way his abdominal muscles and thighs are pulsing in what you’ve long identified as budding anticipation. “get on with it already.”
you bite back a laugh at his masked enthusiasm. the last thing you want is to make him feel embarrassed—you never want to make him feel bad, especially when you’re being intimate, and, well…
let’s just say you’ve been thinking about tonight ever since you broached the topic with him last week over dinner.
“katsuki…” you remember starting, nerves shot as you toyed with the leftover rice grains on your plate.
he looked up from where he sat across you on your dining table, eyebrows raised in question, wordlessly nudging you to go on.
“there’s something i’ve been wanting to try out,” you continued.
“…okay?”
“in bed.”
now, it’s not like you two are vanilla nor are you prudes—not that there’s anything wrong with that.
it’s just that the topic of sex makes you both flustered, and so talking about it is never an easy feat. but when curiosity and the burning need do get to either of you, you always made it a point to bring it up with the other.
the hand that was holding a glass of cold water froze mid-air at your statement, and you looked up at bakugou, whose gaze has averted from yours.
it probably took him a full minute or two to finally reply, not before clearing his throat like he always did when he felt awkward.
“what is it?”
“i want to top you,” you blurted out before you can think better against it. “…again.”
and when he didn’t say anything, you decided to just take the opportunity and press on.
“i know we never really talked about me topping again after that first time, but i figured that you liked it enough, based on how you—”
“—alright, alright,” he cut you off, a faint hue of pink high on his cheeks. “i get it.”
“so you’ll do it then?” you asked him then and there, excitement bleeding into your tone.
what felt like a few agonizing minutes passed before he finally nodded, an unreadable expression on his face. “not now, though. this friday, when i get off early.”
which brings you to now.
it’s bakugou’s voice, though, that actually brings you back to the present moment.
“are ya gonna get on with it or are you gonna keep on staring at me?”
you pull back and feel yourself flush at the call out, but will yourself to remain composed. you’re not about to let him steal your role for the night—you’ve fought hard enough to get to where you are right now.
“sorry,” you quickly retort, “before we start, though—”
he groans.
“—let’s go through the safe words first.”
“what am i, a fucking dumbass?” he sneers, traces of restlessness evident on his features that are extra pretty under the dim lights of your bedroom. “you don’t have to keep on repeating ‘em everytime we fuck.”
“it’s important that we reiterate them,” you argue, “especially for tonight, since we’re trying something new.”
for the nth time, bakugou rolls his eyes but relents, giving you a curt nod.
“so every now and then, i’ll ask you what color you’re at. green is for when you’re all good to continue, yellow is when you want to take a pause, and red is when—”
“—i want to stop, i know.”
“no questions asked—i’ll stop the minute you say red. so don’t hesitate to tell me, okay?”
“okay,” he tosses back so impatiently you’re now really struggling to keep a straight face. he shifts on his back and adjusts his boxer shorts, which, you observe are getting tighter by the second.
you haven’t even started, yet the mere thought of you topping him—however ambiguous that is—is turning him on.
bakugou must’ve noticed you looking and the slight upturn of the corner of your lips, because he shoots you a glare. “you done? god, this is such a waste of time.”
at that, you snort. “you’re not even gonna ask me what i’m gonna do?”
“how bad can it be?”
oh, dear.
the man is probably expecting you to just ride him.
you chance another look at your beautiful boyfriend, and a tidal wave of want washes over you so violently you almost stumble from where you’re seated at the bottom edge of the bed.
well.
it’s now or never, right?
and to hell with it if you can’t have him this way now.
taking a deep breath, you steel yourself for what you’re about to say next.
“…get on your knees, katsuki.”
his reply is almost instantaneous.
“what?”
to that, you shoot him the most innocent smile you can muster.
“‘cause i’m about to finger you.”
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libraryofolive · 1 day ago
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stab it harder!
featuring: toji fushiguro x reader
genre: fluff, drabble
word count: 900
synopsis: As an assassin, Toji's skills with a knife are off the charts - until it comes to carving pumpkins, apparently.
part six of spooky section, my 2024 Halloween event!
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Toji sliced into the body, taking the top off it in one swoop, He reached inside, pulling stringy guts out with his bare fist, his victim joining their friends that had already been massacred. Their innards were all over the kitchen, some even splashed onto the ceiling. His face was sour in concentration, hints of sweat beading on his face. You and his young son stood watching, horrified.
“Christ, Ji, what did that pumpkin ever do to you?” You broke the tense silence, eyes wide.
“Fuckin’ things won’t carve properly.” He spat, glaring at the orange vegetable on the table in front of him.
“We can’t carve pumpkins?” You looked down at little Megumi, a sad expression on his face after his father’s words.
“Don’t be silly,” You reassured the boy, picking him up and resting him on your hip as you walked towards your partner. “Your Dad’s just annoyed because he’s bad at it.” Megumi let out a laugh at that, and you set him down on one of the few spots on the counter that wasn’t covered in pumpkin guts.
“Why don’t we all do this one together, eh?” You asked. Megumi nodded enthusiastically, an his Dad just sighed, still seething at the pumpkin in front of him.
“Megs, do you want to draw the face on it? Then your Dad and I will cut it out for you.”
“I want to cut it out!”
“Absolutely not-”
“It’s a little dangerous for you, big guy.” You interrupted Toji, sending him a glare that screamed be nice, or else. He put his hands up in surrender at that look, knowing when to back down when it comes to you.
“Aw.” Megumi looked down, slightly defeated.
“Don’t worry Megs,” Toji ruffled his hair, “you can do it next year, I promise.”
“And,” you added, “if you think about it, drawing the design means that you’re in charge of the pumpkin.”
“What do you mean?” He asked you, eyes full of curiosity.
“Well, we have to cut out whatever you draw, right? So it’s kind of like you’re telling me and your Dad what to do.” Megumi’s grin shifted into what could only be described as a shit-eating one, eerily similar to his father’s. The resemblance between he two never ceased to amaze you, Megumi really being the spitting image of Toji.
“Please can you get me a pen?” He asked you sweetly, but the mischievous glint in his eye had you wondering what you had gotten yourself into when you handed him a sharpie.
15 minutes later, and Toji was struggling. Megumi had decided on designs for two pumpkins, and was very specific in his instructions on who should be carving each one. He had gifted you a somewhat traditional design - two triangles for eyes, another smaller triangle for a nose, and a toothy grin. Easy enough.
On the other hand, he had decided to give Toji a design that resembled one of his demon dogs, and because of it was infinitely more detailed and intricate. For an outline of a dog, drawn by a four year old, Megumi really hadn’t done bad - whether or not that translated into its carved version was entirely down to Toji. Yeah, he felt the pressure.
You had finished your pumpkin about 20 minutes ago, Megumi elated at your work and even happier that you entrusted him with lighting the tealight inside it (under heavy supervision, of course). Now, the two of you were sat watching his father closely. It was endearing, watching your partner (try to) do this for his son, concentrating so hard his tongue was poking out of his mouth. He was careful in the way he inserted the knife into the vegetable, each slice and stab careful and intentional.
“Is this how slow you work, babe?” You teased, careful to leave out any hints of what his job really was in front of the young child.
“Yeah, Dad, it’s been aaages.” Megumi joined in, a cheesy smile on his face.
“Should’ve thought about that before giving me such a difficult design, eh?” He gave his son a pointed look, but made sure to smile so Megumi knew he was just kidding.
“But it’s gonna be so cool. If you do it right.”
“Yeah, ‘Ji, it’s all on you now.”
“Never in my life did I think I’d have my girl and son bullying me in my own kitchen.”
“Did you think you’d be bullying us?” Megumi asked a little too earnestly, making you crack up. You high-fived the boy, who laughed along with you.
“You guys are gonna be eating your words in a second.” Toji too a step back, admiring his work. He grinned - a smug one, full of pride, before turning the pumpkin around in a dramatic reveal to the two of you.
“Dad, it’s shit!” Megumi exclaimed. You gasped, letting out a loud cackle of laughter, as Toji gaped at his son.
“Megumi, what did we say about those words-”
“No, I agree with him Toji. There is no other word to describe that pumpkin. It really is shit.”
Toji let out a deep, deep sigh. There was a pregnant pause, but eventually he nodded his head. “Yeah.” He agreed dejectedly, “it really is shit.”
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What about fluffy comfort fic where Reneé and Billie where both girls notice artist!reader has chronic pain and is limping during their performance. Its subtle but reader continues their concert jumping singing dancing and stuff but there are lirrle momemts where it seems reader hesitates about moving or dancing. The second the concert is over they rush to take care of them because the pain is worse? Please and thank you, you rule... 🐇
Focus on Us
|| Billie Eilish x Reneé Rapp x artist!genderneutral!reader
|| Warnings; reader has chronic pain, lots of pain mentions and descriptions, use of pain relief pills, light swearing, hurt/comfort
|| Summary; when Billie and Reneé notice reader's limp on stage, they take care of their partner after the performance.
Requests open!
Started; october 29th
Finished; october 29th
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Tonight was one of your big stadium performances, so your girls watched from their private box suite that had a perfect view of the stage. They were dancing along, singing their hearts out to your songs. What? Did you really think they didn't know every word? As time passed, you could feel the familiar pain creeping up in your joints. A grimace tugged your expression, but you tried your hardest to keep your face neutral. In fact, you upped your performance levels to the max. Bouncing and jumping around on stage, interacting with your closest audience members and keeping that wide smile. All despite the searing pain in your leg. It was something you trained yourself to preform with. You had chronic pain, so it was hard to know for sure whenever it would flare up. Sometimes certain things would be a trigger. Other times it would just happen without warning.
As the performance continued, Billie would be the first to notice your limp. Having glanced at the TV in the suite for close up at your dancing when she saw it. She nudged Reneé. "Neé, do you see that?" She asked, pointing to the screen at your limp. Reneé's eyes widened. Both girls exchanged worried glances. You were limping? But you continued to push yourself? Why the hell were you doing that? They wanted nothing more than to go down there and end the performance right then and there. They knew they couldn't, but they sure as hell wanted to.
Instead they stayed in the suite box, watching with a frown as you pushed yourself further. Jumping around on stage and just doing the most for your performance. It was a good show, probably one of your bests but your girlfriends couldn't unsee the limp. By the time it was over, they made their way to backstage and right to you. You were in your dressing room; whimpering as you sat on the couch. Leaned against the back and hand gripping at your knee. Oh it hurt so fucking bad. This was one of your worst flareups in a hot minute and you knew it was mostly your fault. You pushed yourself past your limit on stage. Doing way too much just for a good show and the hope that fans wouldn't notice your limp.
When the door opened and your girls stepped in, you looked at them with a pout. You couldn't even fake being okay anymore. It was getting to be too much. They rushed to either side of you, Billie on your right and Reneé on the left. Billie's hand came up and played with your hair as she leaned against you; a frown that mirrored your own on her lips. Concern evident in her eyes," how bad is it, babe?"
"L-like 9 or 10.." You grunted out, stuttering through your words a bit as the pain got intense for a moment. You couldn't help but whimper and your girls exchanged glances with each other. Reneé gave your cheek and neck light kisses, hand resting as she cupped your cheek and quietly shushed you.
"Shh, we've got you, baby. You're going to be okay. Focus on us, alright? Is there anything I can get that would help?" Reneé asked and you tried to come up with something. Knowing there had to be at least something that might be able to even ease the pain for you. But the pain was making it hard for you to focus on your thoughts. You grimaced as you tried to think. Your pills should be tugged in a pocket in your bag and there was a stash of glasses on the shelf; Reneé could fill one with water. It wouldn't help a whole lot, but it would be a good start.
You pointed to your bag and looked at Reneé," My bag has my pills and there's glasses on the sh-shelf. If you could g-get me some water." A wince left you a couple of times, Billie sat up and moved your hand from your leg.
"Stay still for a moment," She murmured, you looked a little confused but then gasped and gritted your teeth; feeling her hands on your leg. She was giving you a much needed massage. Little noises left you whenever she'd hit the right spots while Reneé smiled and went to get what you asked for. It took her a moment to find your pill bottle but she managed. Then Reneé got you your glass of water and soon came back into the room with your things. She made sure to help you take your pills and water, not wanting you to do more than you had to. You were grateful as you felt the cold water flow down your throat. Another small gasp escaped you as Billie used a bit more pressure in one of the tighter spots. "Sorry." Billie mumbled, knowing she accidentally hurt you. She was trying her best not to.
It took a good moment before your pills started to work, making you sigh as the tension started to leave. Billie noticed and looked to you, giving you a small kiss as her hands continued their massage," feeling better?" She asked and you nodded, looking at Reneé.
"Thank you," You whispered and she smiled, giving the side of your cheek a kiss.
"Always." She replied.
The pain wasn't as bad after that; especially with your girlfriends help. You were grateful to them for everything they did.
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menagerofmischief · 4 hours ago
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hi! could i place an order for olives and cheese and a hot appetizer. i'd also like fish tacos, veggie burger, and hot dog. then for the drinks, could i get ice tea, champagne, and an espresso (fem dom reader if you’re okay with that). i don't need dessert but if you want to add it that's okay! and for the servers i’d like charles leclerc and max verstappen. p.s my fav track is spa
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Dia's Diner Menu / Masterlist
olives and cheese friends to lovers hot appetizer sweet sex fish tacos "Just lie back and let me take care of you" veggie burger "Feel how hard you make me" hot dog "Thought about you while touching myself. The real thing is much better" ice tea oral champagne threesome espresso dom/sub (dom!reader) light dessert some aftercare + moussaka "You look your best covered in my cum"
boyfriend!Max Verstapen x girlfriend!reader x bsf!Charles Leclerc
TW: oral (m!receiving/f!receiving), face sitting, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, PiV, PiA, threesome mmf, charles gets used (sexually), switch!max, dom!reader, sub!charles, MxM action, degradation, praise, semi public sex (car), inappropriate elevator behaviour, unprotected sex x2, cumming inside, cumming on someone, no real plot mostly just porn, also smut straight under the cut
WC: 3.2k
A/N: this is like filthy filthy - I got started and I couldn't stop. also, in this fic reader and max are dating and charles is their best friend.
request more lestappen x reader pls ...
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“Fuck,” I say, my voice laced with a laugh as I look down at the man in front of me. “Is that what you wanted?”
Max whines, his eyes glassy as he desperately tries to thrust up into my hand despite me pushing his hips down. I laugh at him, finally bringing my hand back down to his hard dick, wrapping it around him and giving him a few strokes, running my thumb across the slit which had him moaning.
“I think I asked you a question?” I say, gripping his length just a bit harder. “Is that what you’ve been thinking about, you little whore? Bringing your best friend into our bed.”
“Yes,” Max moans, catching his bottom lip between his teeth, his cheeks flushed and chest raising and falling with each desperate breath he takes. “Yes, fuck, I can’t stop thinking about it. Since -”
He cuts himself off with a loud whine, his head falling backwards when I lean down and wrap my lips around his tip, circling it with my tongue. I pull back, a string of saliva still connecting me to him and lay a slap against his thigh. “Didn’t tell you to stop talking.”
I kitten lick his tip before placing kisses down his length lower and lower until I’m finally running my tongue along his balls.
Max moans loudly and I can feel his thighs tense as he tries to keep himself from thrusting his body upwards. I look up at him through my eyelashes, the massage clear in my eyes. Keep talking.
“A, fuck fuck … a few days ago when you were walking with him from Ferrari to RedBull, and he had his arm on your back and you were laughing at something he said.” Max’s hand goes to my hair, his fingers tangling into the strands but he doesn’t pull, just holds my hair as I keep working my mouth on his cock. “You two looked so hot together - can’t help it!”
“Oh baby,” I cooed, pulling away and wrapping one of my hands around him instead. “You saw us talking together and suddenly all you can think about is a threesome. You desperate dirty whore.”
“He wants it too,” Max babbled, his eyes rolling back from pleasure. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”
“And I’ve seen the way you look at him,” I shot back, speeding up the movement of my hand. “Let me tell you something Maxie, I would be more than happy to have a threesome with Charles but if you want it that bad, you’re the one who has to do something about it. Does that work for you?”
“Yes, yes!” He said, his voice desperate. “I’ll do it, swear! I’ll ask him!” Max whined, his abdomen tensing and I could tell that he was close. “I’m gonna cum! Please let me cum!”
“Cum,” I said before leaning down and taking all of him into my mouth, gagging a little when I felt his tip rub against the back of my throat. It only took a few bobs of my head and Max was cumming, shooting his load down my throat, moaning like a whore.
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It’s a few days later, the conversation just barely lingering in the back of my mind, that something happens. 
We’re on our way back from a grid get together, just something for the drivers and the WAG’s. All three of us, Max, Charles and me. Max was sitting in the front, his eyes focused on the road, and I was in the back with Charles, deciding to keep him company rather than let him sit in the back alone. That was possibly a bad move on my side.
It was a logical thing, to offer to drive Charles back, seeing as we lived in the same building and it was too late for him to bike back home. That didn’t mean that the situation in the car was comfortable - in fact, the tension was so thick it felt suffocating, even with the windows rolled down and the wind running through my hair as Max sped down the streets of Monaco.
It was quiet, not even the radio playing, which probably contributed to the tension. I was about to open my mouth, say something, say anything really as the silence was becoming unbearable.
But instead the only thing that came out of my mouth was a gasp. A gasp, as Charles put his hand on my naked thigh, where my dress had ridden up, his thumb rubbing circles into my skin. A gasp, as my eyes met Max’s in the rear-view mirror, his eyes scrunched up letting me know he was smirking.
This was planned.
This was discussed.
Between the two of them. 
I had told Max that if he wanted a threesome with Charles he was going to be the one to discuss it with him. Apparently he had - and I wasn’t about to complain.
I looked over to Charles, a hint of hesitation still visible in his eyes. “Well,” I said, my voice finally breaking the silence we had fallen into. “Are you gonna keep your hand there or are you gonna be a good boy and do something?”
Charles’s eyes widened, his pupils dilating and his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed his spit. 
I could hear Max laugh from the front of the car. “Go on Charles,” he said, his voice holding a teasing tone. “I’ll even give you a challenge. Make her cum before we reach the building.”
I can’t help the amused laugh that escapes me. While more often than not when we were having sex Max was leaning onto the much more submissive side he did enjoy taking control from time to time. Seems like Charles was going to get the privilege of seeing one of those times. 
Charles doesn’t need to be told twice, his hand moving up my thigh and slipping underneath my dress. His breath hitches when his fingers brush directly against my slit, my arousal coating his fingers.
His eyes meet mine and as we pass under one of the street lights I can see how flushed his cheeks had gotten. “Panties didn’t do with the dress,” I said, licking my lips. I thought about it for a second before leaning forward and kissing him, gently pulling on his bottom lip with my teeth.
Charles whines into the kiss and finally his fingers brush over my clit and I let out a satisfied hum. He runs his fingers through my folds a few times, coating them in my wetness before slowly pushing one inside of me.
He thrusts it into me a few times before getting more comfortable and adding another finger in. “Oh there we go Charlie,” I say, my voice slightly breathless. “Feels so good, baby, keep going.”
I can see his eyes light up at the praise and the movement of his fingers starts to speed up  His fingers curl each time he pushed them back inside, rubbing just right against my most sensitive spot and he brings his thumb down to my clit, flicking it in time to match the thrusts of his fingers.
He works fast, he’s desperate and soon enough he’s bringing me to the edge of an orgasm. Looking to the front I can see Max is holding the wheel with only one hand and rather obviously palming himself through his jeans with the other. Maybe I’d be doing that while driving but he is a 3 times racing world champion so it doesn’t really matter.
I moan, feeling the pressure and burning in my stomach and grab onto Charles’s arm to steady myself and keep his hand there. “You’re gonna me cum, Charlie,” I say, my voice cracking. “Keep going!”
It’s only a few more thrusts of his fingers and flicks of my clit and I’m cumming, my orgasm coating his fingers. 
Charles pulls his fingers out, glistening with the remains of my arousal and orgasm, and without any hesitation pops them into his mouth. He sucks on his fingers, leaking them clean and moaning at the taste.
“You taste so good, cheri.” He says, his voice breathy. “Better than I imagined. I thought about you while touching myself,” he admits, leaning forward and placing kisses along my collarbones. “The real thing is much better.”
Max groans from the front and I’m about to reach forward and palm Charles over his jeans when the car pulls up into the garage. 
“Ride’s over, boys.” I said, a small smirk on my lips. “Come on, we’re going up to our apartment.”
It’s a wonder we even make it to the elevator, thankfully empty, before their hands are all over me. As soon as the elevator doors close Max is pulling me forward, his lips pressing against mine roughly and his hand slipping between my thighs to run his fingers over my pussy.
Charles is behind me, his hands groping my tits, lips pressed against my neck as he grinds his hard cock into my ass.
“You feel that, cheri?” Charles asks, his accent thick. He pushes his hips forward, his dick rubbing against my ass. “Feel how hard you make me?”
I pull away from Max and turn around to face Charles with a hum, Grabbing onto his shirt I pull him down enough to kiss him. He groans into the kiss but I am soon pulling back and stepping away, moving to stand behind Max, my hands running over his chest.
It’s silent for a moment, the elevator filled with the sound of heavy breathing as the two of them look at each other. And then something snaps and Charles surged forward, both of his hands cupping Max’s face as he smashes his lips against Max’s.
I had to admit it, seeing the two of them kiss was even more attractive than I thought it was going to be. They pulled away just as the elevator dinged before the doors slid open on our floor.
All three of us rushed out and down the hallway, Max fumbling with the keys before opening the front door and then kicking it closed once we were all inside. As soon as the door is closed we waste no time, immediately moving to the bedroom.
I start unbuttoning Charles’s shirt, my fingers moving along every inch of his revealed skin while Max unzips my dress from behind me and pulls it off my body, leaving me only in my bra.  
I finally push Charles’s shirt off and hear shuffling behind me, letting me know Max is taking off his clothes. Charles makes quick work of his pants and then reaches forward, his arms going around me, fingers hooking under my bra and opening it.
Max presses his chest against my back, his dick sliding between my bare thighs, his tip catching against my clit causing me to let out a little moan. Charles takes my bra off and immediately he’s leaning down, running his tongue along the skin of tit before wrapping his lips around my nipple and sucking while his fingers toy with the other one. 
I can feel Max move away because the feel of him between my legs is gone. He moves to the other side of the room, pulling out an all too familiar box of toys and rummaging through it before he pulls out a bottle of lube.
I catch his eye and give him a smirk and silently we agree how the rest of the night is going to be going.
I push my hand into Charles’s hair, wrapping it around his locks and pulling his head back. He whines, his lips slightly swollen and glazed with saliva, his eyes meet mine. I let go of his hair and cup his cheek, running my thumb over his skin. 
“You’re so pretty, baby.” I say, gently pushing against his stomach with one hand to guide him back towards the bed. His knees hit the edge of the bed and I push him down, a smile on my lips. “Just lie back and let us take care of you, pretty boy.”
“Please,” Charles whines, and obediently moves himself up along the bed, settling down into the mattress once his head is resting on a pillow.
I crawl up to him, straddling his chest and can feel his abs rubbing against my clit. “Now Charlie,” I said, my fingers ghosting over his chest. “Max is going to finger you pretty ass and then when he’s stretched you he’s going to fuck your ass while I ride your cock. Does that sound okay baby?”
Charles whined, his bottom lip caught between his teeth and he nodded his head desperately, his hands gripping my waist. “Yes please! Please -”
I could hear the bottle cap opening and liquid squirting and then Charles moaned and I knew Max had started touching him. 
Charles’s hands grip my waist, his blunt nails digging into my skin as Max works him open. Behind me I can hear Max laugh, his voice ringing against the walls of the bedroom. “You should see how well he’s taking it. Like a proper slut.”
“Fuck, Y/n,” Charles moans, making me look down at him with a curious look. “Need to taste you, need it.” He babbles through moans, “Sit on my face. Please, ride my face.”
I don’t even think it through, too turned on to even entertain the possibility of declining, and why would I want to decline. I move up and turn around so I’m facing down Charles’s body and looking at Max, before lovering my hips down to Charles’s face.
His nose nudges against my clit, pulling a breathy moan from me as he starts thrusting his tongue into my hole, eating me like a man starved. I help him out a bit by moving my hips slightly, rubbing my clit onto his nose.
“How’s it going Max?” I ask, my voice teasing.
He smiles in reply, two of his fingers buried into Charle’s asshole and he’s thrusting them in. “Going good, schat.” He replies, leaning forward over Charles’s body to kiss me. 
I can feel another orgasm approaching me and so can Charles because he wraps his lips around my clit, his tongue flicking the bundle of nerves and shoves two fingers inside of me, curling them right into my G-spot.
I come with a loud moan, my thighs closing around his head. After taking a moment to calm down from my orgasm I move myself off his face just as Max removes his fingers. 
“I think he’s ready,” Max says, already pouring lube on his dick. I move forward, squirting some lube onto my own hand before stroking Max with it, helping him lube his dick. “You ready, Charles?”
“Yes,” Charles says. His voice sounds slightly broken, a bit hoarse. “Fuck me. Both of you fuck me. Please.”
I wait for Max to push his cock in first. He’s hissing as he pushes the cockhead in and then the rest of his length. Charles is moaning in pleasure when Max finally bottoms out, lodged balls deep inside of him.
I straddle Charles again, I’m facing him with my back turned to Max. Max rubs my shoulder with one hand, leaning forward enough for his lips to brush the shell of my ear when he speaks. “I’ll hold his cock, you sink down.”
My mouth drops open as Max guides the tip of Charles’s dick to my opening, a breathy moan falling past my lips as I begin to sink down on his cock. 
Charles is moaning so loud I’m sure there will be several noise complaints the next morning but I can’t bring myself to care. Not when he feels so good inside of me. 
“Ready, schat?”
“Ready, Max.”
Max and I start moving at the same time. I’m lifting my hips up halfway up Charles’s dick before lowering myself back down and behind me Max is thrusting into his hole.
Already sensitive from my previous orgasms I find myself quickly approaching another one. I can tell Charles is close too, his dick twitching inside of me. His cheeks are redder than his car, his eyes filled with tears.
I lean forward gently pressing my lips to his. “You gonna cum, pretty boy?” I ask, my lips brushing against his with every word. “Gonna be a good boy and cum for me?”
“Yes! Ah! Cumming!”
And that’s all he manages to say  before he’s shooting ropes of cum into me, filling me with his warm cum. I clench around his dick, my own orgasm washing over me, making me close my eyes and throw my head back, a moan caught in the back of my throat.
Charles whines and I don’t even realize it’s because Max pulled out until Max is kneeling on the bed next to me. His eyes find mine and he gives me a desperate look, pleas rolling off his tongue.
I move my hand down, wrapping it around his dick and start jerking him off. It only takes a few strokes and he’s cumming, shooting his load across Charles’s chest and covering him in his cum.
Max pants, trying to catch his breath, his chin resting on my shoulder. “Fucking hell, Leclerc.” He says, slightly out of breath. “You always look hot but damnit, you look your best covered in my cum.”
Charles hides his blushing face into his hands, mumbling out a muffled thank you. Max smiles before getting up and going over to the bathroom to get a towel while I make my way over to the kitchen for some water.
After making it back to bed just in time to see Max finish cleaning Charles up he gently spreads my legs open as well, wiping the cum from my pussy. I pass him one glass of water while offering the other to Charles.
“Here, Charlie, drink some water.” I say, knowing he’s probably too out of it to actually make a move for the glass, I bring to his lips. He drinks about half the glass until he decides he’s done and I put it down on the floor next to the bed.
Finally he snaps out of his trance, his eyes focusing on me and Max. When he speaks, the insecurity is unmistakable in his voice. “Should I get going?” He asks, his voice cracking. “I know you guys are probably tired. Just give me a minute, I’m not sure my legs are working properly.”
Max and I share a look, both of us shaking our heads.
“You don’t have to leave, Charles.” Max says, “We’d love to have you stay.”
Charles looks over to me, his eyes giving away just how vulnerable he’s feeling in the moment. I smile gently at him and nod my head, and he lets out a breath, his shoulders slumping.
“I’d love to stay,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.
Max and I smile at him before moving on either side of him and laying down, quickly melting into the bed. We fall asleep as one big cuddle pile.
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megalony · 8 hours ago
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Fright Night
This is my Halloween Evan Buckley imagine, which I have written as part of the Call Me Dad series.
It's been a while since I wrote this series, but I want this to stand as the next part in the series rather than a spin-off.
I hope you will all like it, please let me know what you think.
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Evan Buckley Masterlist
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Summary: Evan isn't too happy that he has to work Halloween and can't take the kids out. But his day goes from bad to worse when the team are called to an incident, and his family are involved.
(Season 8 spoilers)
Enjoy.
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"Are you working it this year?" The apprehension in (Y/n)'s voice was paramount and when she looked over her shoulder at her husband, she watched his expression change.
Evan's lips rolled together and the deep breath he took told (Y/n) he didn't really want to give her the answer to that question.
She nodded to his wordless response and turned to get something from the fridge. She had a feeling Evan would be working, he usually was. Holidays and bank holidays were busy nights for the emergency services and that meant not many people could have the shift off. First come, first serve and even then, not everyone got lucky. Sometimes no one was allowed off, it just depended on the situation at the time.
"Baby, I'm sorry-"
"It doesn't matter, I was only asking." (Y/n) shrugged and shook her head while her back was still to him. It was easier to brush things off and try to carry on if she didn't have to look at Evan's saddened expression. The sympathy in his eyes always broke her down and made her relent.
(Y/n) knew it wasn't Evan's fault. He worked Christmas last year because they had been short-staffed and so Eddie could be home with Chris. He worked New Year because that was always a date he put his name down for as they didn't really celebrate it. And he had even had to work (Y/n)'s birthday this year because he couldn't find anyone to swap the shift with him.
She didn't mind. As long as he could try and get the kid's birthdays off, (Y/n) would take everything in her stride. She had begged him to try and ask for Christmas off this year and ask early because it wasn't fair on the kids if he had to work again and they wouldn't see him all day.
But this was the same. This was Halloween, when the kids loved to dress up and go out and Evan always dressed up with them. They all loved this holiday but now it meant Evan wouldn't be able to help the kids get dressed or see them go out trick or treating.
"Baby please…"
When Evan's hand found her arm, (Y/n) shut the fridge and turned round so she was facing him. She let him nudge her back until her hips were pressed into the counter and he was blocking her in with no escape.
Both his hands found her hips and his head tilted to one side, showing off all the sorrow and sympathy hidden within those blue eyes. He leaned closer until their temples were touching and (Y/n) folded her arms over her chest, resting them on her bump.
"I asked, but Hen's already got it off to be with Mara and we're gonna be busy." Evan knew it wasn't an excuse and he wasn't trying to put any blame on anyone else.
He was a little upset that Hen got to have the day off. He understood it was Mara's first Halloween with them, but it wasn't like she was the only one with kids. Eddie had Chris, and he was having to work. Evan had three kids and now he was having to work too.
He just hoped Hen hadn't already asked for Christmas this year with the same reasoning that it would be Mara's first Christmas with them. Evan wasn't missing out on another Christmas with his kids, especially not when (Y/n) would be eight months pregnant by Christmas. He wasn't working and leaving her to do everything and look after the kids on her own.
"Evan, I get it. I just- Maddie's working too, I've gotta take the kids by myself. But I'll make it work."
Maddie was involved with the kids, they were closer to her than to their grandparents and whenever she was off she would take them out. And on holidays like this she would try and help look after them. But Maddie was working Halloween at dispatch this year.
It meant (Y/n) was going to be trailing the streets with all three kids while also supposed to be taking things easy after the placental abruption. And she wouldn't complain. She wasn't going to tell the kids they couldn't go out because that wasn't fair, she had simply hoped Evan might be off to come with them this year.
"I know, I know and I'm sorry baby, really I am."
When Evan pressed his lips to the side of her temple, (Y/n) could feel her resolve fading away. Her arms uncrossed and her hands moved to grip his shoulders while she tilted her head forward into his chest.
"I wanted to be home with you, you're not meant to be doing too much." His lips stayed meshed against her temple while his hands squeezed her hips and moved round to cup her stomach.
Evan felt bad. He felt like he was always leaving (Y/n) to do everything on her own and he didn't want to do that. He didn't want to be working and be away from the kids during the celebrations like this and miss seeing them dressing up and going out. And he didn't want to be away from (Y/n) when she hadn't been well and might need him.
"We're doing a scare maze at the station this year, I'll bring the kids down to see it and they can get some sweets and pictures. Then at least I can tell them they can't go out for long trick or treating."
The team were excited to be able to dress up the station and do some scary events for the community. Evan could bring the kids down before the public came to see, that way they could look around and Josie and Cole wouldn't get too frightened. And they could get some sweets and look around, and they wouldn't be too annoyed if Evan told them they were only allowed to go out for an hour trick or treating. So it wasn't too much for (Y/n).
"Thank you."
"Oh, and who do we have here?" Bobby folded his arms over his chest and stepped away from the scare maze the team had constructed in just a few hours. He moved the cape that was hanging over his arms so it flapped behind his shoulders and smiled as he watched Evan walk into the station.
He had helped set the maze up earlier and then went to get the kids so he could bring them down for a while.
"You must be the Devil," He crouched down so he was in front of Josie, admiring the costume she had on which looked very cute.
She had a red top on, a sparkly black tutu, black and red striped tights and a tail attached to her tutu. And in her hand she had a small plastic red pitch fork. Her hair was tied up in a pony tail and she had some red horns stuck onto the headband she was wearing. The outfit looked very sweet yet cunning at the same time and the cheeky frin on her face made it all match perfectly.
Josie nodded enthusiastically before she looked Bobby up and down. "Dracula?" She murmured to which he nodded and let her rush over to wrap her arms around his neck and hug him.
"And who's this?"
"He's a ghost." Josie stayed tucked into Bobby's arm but she turned to face her little brother who was glued into Evan's side.
Cole had white face paint on with black circles painted around his eyes and he had an old white sheet draped over his white pyjamas with a circle cut out in the middle so his face could pop through. It was plain and simple but when he flapped his arms at his sides beneath the sheet, he looked the part.
The team had gotten to know Evan's kids, especially Chimney and Eddie since the kids now called Chimney their uncle and they thought of Eddie and Chris as family too. They all knew Cole barely spoke and he would cling to his parents for security and safety.
The four year old stayed quiet but he managed a bright smile when Evan held his hand and let him lean into his leg.
Bobby pushed up to his feet but let Josie take his hand and stick to his side and he grinned at Evan while he looked for the eldest Buckley child.
James was a few paces behind, taking in the surroundings and how different the station looked. It was like they had walked into an escape room rather than a fire house. He loved it. He tilted his head back to look up at the decorations hanging from the beams above them.
But when his foot caught on the table beside him, he stumbled and felt his dad quickly reaching out to grab his upper arm.
"Glasses on." Evan muttered with half a smile pulling at his lips as James stood at his side with a huff and his eyes cast on the floor.
"What kind of mummy wears glasses?"
"The kind who can't see without them." Evan retorted with a knowing look. James had decided he wanted to be a mummy this year, but Evan knew it was because his ribs were still broken and he was feeling down about it.
He had bandages bound around his chest to bind his ribs and help keep them in place and feel a bit better. So James decided he may as well go with the theme and be an Egyptian mummy. (Y/n) had helped him fray and dye some old bandage rolls from the station and cover them with dust and little bits of sand to make the outfit work.
"Do you wanna be the first ones to test out the maze?" Bobby pointed behind him to the start of the maze which had three main sections, and then at the end there would be a bowl of sweets for them to dip into.
"Can we?" James looked from Bobby up to his dad who smiled and nudged him forwards.
"Go ahead, but don't take all the sweets at the end please."
Evan watched James take Josie's hand and let her drag him towards the beginning of the maze and he couldn't help the small chuckle that left his lips. It was going to be Josie dragging James around the maze, and if the eldest didn't put his glasses on, he wouldn't really be scared because he wouldn't know what he was looking at.
"He won't see without his glasses, so he won't be frightened." He muttered softly as he looked over at Bobby. He watched his captain curiously as Bobby looked him up and down and took in his appearance.
"Didn't you have a 'stache?"
Evan's face broke out into a grin when he watched Bobby point to his upper lip. Evan had dressed as a cowboy, simple jeans and plaid shirt and a cowboy hat to finish the look. But Bobby distinctly remembered Evan had on a fake, bushy moustache earlier before he went to get the kids.
"Someone ripped it off." His eyes darted down to Cole who was none the wiser, stood drifting in his own little world for the time being.
Evan had indeed worn the fake moustache earlier, and James had found it highly amusing, as did Josie. But as soon as he picked Cole up and gave him a kiss, the four year old tore it from his face and chucked it on the floor. He didn't like it. He wasn't used to seeing his dad with any sort of facial hair and it had disgruntled him.
"Do you want to take a look with me?" Evan wasn't so sure Cole would want to go in, he was scared easily. But if he knew no one else but his siblings were in there and he went in with his dad, he might like to look around. He was very sensory and always loved looking at decorations for Halloween and Christmas.
Cole nodded but instead of walking towards the entrance, he twisted to look up at Evan and held his arms out expectingly.
He didn't like walking, he always wanted to be carried no matter where they were or where they were going. Evan suspected it was a sensory and comfort thing, his boy felt safe when he was being carried around.
Leaning down, Evan scooped Cole up into his arms and settled his little ghost on his hip. He kissed his temple and walked ahead to the maze where Bobby moved the curtain so they could walk inside. The beginning was fairly simple. Black and purple drapes everywhere and some glow in the dark footprints on the floor along with a few traces of fake blood splattered about.
When they walked into the next room, there was a table set up with fake equipment like needles, scalpels, scissors and a fake, broken bone saw. Everything was layered in fake blood and illuminescent paint to make it glow in the dim lighting.
And stood there in the corner was Hen with a wig that was sparking off in all directions, a lab coat lathered in paint and blood and a needle in her hand. Her make up was great, curtesy of Karen who had done Eddie's make up too.
"Are you my next patient?" The tone of Hen's voice was softer than it had been when James and Josie walked in. She knew she could play a game and scare them, but she didn't want to frighten Cole.
"No!"
Cole twisted his head so his chin was perched on Evan's shoulder and he was looking over his dad's back, facing away from Hen. His legs started to swing into Evan's chest and he fidgeted in his arms, binding both arms around his dad's neck to cling to him tighter. He wasn't impressed.
"Okay, next one." Evan soothed and rubbed his hand up and down Cole's back as he walked into the next room.
Evan felt his youngest start to quake in his arms when he heard the music and saw how dark this room was. Maybe Cole wasn't the best to show round here, Evan thought he might be alright because no one else was looking round here to egg him on or frighten him even more.
The four year old twisted his head to look around, but he jerked in Evan's hold when Eddie popped out from behind a back drop.
Before Eddie had chance to growl or make a noise, a low whine left Cole's lips and he began to cry. His face tucked into Evan's neck and he stuffed his hand into his mouth, morphing the sound of his cries while Eddie quickly tore the wig from his head.
"It's only me, buddy."
"And I think we're done with the maze. It's okay, let's grab some sweets." Evan cupped the side of Cole's head and kissed his temple while he pushed through the curtain on his right to exit the maze. He didn't want to take Cole into the last two rooms and have Chimney frighten him to his core. Getting out now was the best idea for him.
He weaved around the back of the tents that made up the maze until he found James and Josie running out of the last room, laughing and panting.
Evan tried to let go of Coles face so he could reach into the large dish holding all of the sweets ranging from chocolates to gooey string. But Cole gripped his wrist and held his hand in place against his face. Clearly the comfort was making him feel better.
"All over," Evan murmured against his temple and bounced him on his hip before he looked over at his other two kids who were rummaging around for their favourite sweets. "Was it good?"
"The best."
"Can we go round again in a bit?"
"Sure-"
"No!" Cole's head shook against Evan's neck until he felt his dad chuckling and quietly shushing him.
"Not you, you're staying with me buddy, I need someone to guard the sweets."
If the kids wanted to stay for a while and go through the maze again when some of the public came in, that was fine. Evan was supposed to be stationed here at the sweet table at the end of the maze so Cole could stay with him until it was time to go home.
"Just remember you're staying here with me for a while which means you only go out with mum for a little while tomorrow, because I'm working. Mum's gotta be careful."
Evan was glad Bobby had said the kids could stay for as long as they liked. The Captain knew they were all well behaved and would most likely help out too which was always a bonus. The station wasn't taking any calls today so the community could come in and out as much as they liked so the kids could play and have some lunch here. And it meant Evan got to be with the kids for a little bit of Halloween, even if the festivities were technically tomorrow.
He was getting to see them dressed up today so he didn't miss out while he was working tomorrow. And it meant the kids got to have some fun and (Y/n) didn't get stressed or do too much with them tomorrow. Now she was having twins and hadn't been well, she had to take it easy.
***
Evan rolled his neck from side to side, clicking it into place as he jumped down from the truck and moved to stand beside Bobby.
This didn't look good.
They hadn't been told what scene they were arriving to, dispatch only said that someone had been on the phone and then got into a traffic accident. This looked more than a little accident; it looked horrific.
Crowds were already trying to gather round and see what was going on, but nobody dared to get too close.
There were tyre tracks on the road, great black streaks on the concrete leading up to a beaten up silver Ford. It had veered off the road, plowed straight over someone's lawn, smashed up their front steps and was now imbedded into the wall of their house, resting on their porch. The frame of the porch was starting to creak already and Evan gave it five minutes before it started to sway and the house foundations began to give in.
"Can you tell us what happened?" Bobby's hand moved out towards the two teenage girls shakily hurrying over to them. Both girls looked relatively fine if they had been involved in this accident, no cuts bruises or broken bones. They were just shaken up.
"He- he drove after us, he hit o-our car and skidded. He hit a boy." One of the girls pointed towards the porch as Bobby's lips faltered.
There was a victim up there other than the driver?
"Okay, Eddie, Buck start working on a structure to keep that porch from collapsing. Chim, Hen we need to check these victims."
Evan nodded and took a step to the side, there was a lot of wood from the picket fence and the destroyed front porch that they could use to keep the structure from collapsing. They would have to prop it up so they could winch the car out and get to whoever was trapped.
"Why don't…" Whatever Evan was about to say faded on the tip of his tongue when he looked ahead of him.
He recognised one of those voices mixed into the growing crowd around them. He knew that high-pitch cry.
"Daddy!" A loud wail followed Cole's voice and his arms flung out in front of him as he bolted from the pavement across the vacant road towards his dad/ He spotted him straight away. Cole could always spot his dad in a crowd and right now, he needed him more than anything else.
"Cole?" An icicle of dread pierced into Evan's heart and he moved away from the truck, opening his arms to scoop up his son as soon as he was close enough. He picked him up and cradled him into his chest, cupping the side of Cole's face so he could check him over.
Evan's eyes were wide and frantic as he noticed Cole's minimal face paint was smudged. Tear tracks were smeared down his cheeks leaving runny black trails from the make up around his eyes that was fading from all the tears. And his little boy was shaking in his shoes like he had been electrified.
"Daddy's here!" Josie's croaky voice caught Evan's ear and he shifted Cole into his left arm so he could hold his hand out when his daughter hurried over to him.
What were they doing here? Had they witnessed the crash? Where was (Y/n) and James?
"Where's your mum?" The urgency in Evan's voice was unlike anything the kids had ever heard. But Evan tripped over his feet when Josie tugged on his hand and pointed to the porch.
"No… no, no no!"
Words tumbled past Evan's lips, but he could barely hear them. He didn't hear himself telling Josie and Cole to sit and stay exactly where they were. He couldn't feel Cole's nails scratching into the back of his neck or his wails as he screeched for Evan to keep hold of him, but he couldn't.
Once Evan noticed Bobby moving towards the kids, presumably to keep them calm and still, Evan stumbled up the steps.
This couldn't be happening. No. Why? Why now, when Evan was on shift, when he hadn't been here with them? Why his family? Why not somebody else?
His boots pounded against the broken steps that squeaked as if they were going to give way beneath his weight. But when he got onto the porch, he found Chimney stood in front of him. His hands found Evan's chest and he gave him a little nudge, silently telling him to take a step back but the motion only infuriated Evan.
He leaned around Chimney, feeling his heart impale itself on his ribs when he looked at the bonnet of the car.
There was the rest of his family.
James was the boy who'd been hit. Wedged between the car bonnet and the wall of the house, right next to the front door. And beside him, leaning heavily on the car to be as close as possible, was (Y/n).
"Buck-" Chimney closed his eyes and ground his jaw when he was violently pushed aside. He regained his balance just before he toppled onto Bobby who was trying to keep the kids away from the scene, not wanting them to be traumatised any longer.
"Baby- baby, i-it's me! I'm here, what happened?" Breathless gasps left Evan's lips as he blundered over to be behind (Y/n).
His hands found her arms and he leaned over her back, feeling the quiet scream she let out. She had been zoned out, focusing on James and Evan had accidentally frightened her. But when (Y/n) looked over her shoulder, tears streamed down her face and she reached her free hand up to grip his hand that was on her upper arm.
"Evan," The way she said his name had his heart breaking all over again and he felt tears welling up in his eyes when (Y/n) briefly pressed her forehead down into his arm. "He p- he pushed Cole out the way. I couldn't-"
(Y/n) snapped her eyes closed and rolled her lips together when Evan kissed the top of her head.
She hadn't been able to do anything.
They had been walking on the path, about to get ready to call it a night when it happened. Two cars, like they were playing chicken. One hit the back of another and veered onto the path. (Y/n) couldn't move before James had shoved Cole across the path so he was out the way of the oncoming car. All (Y/n) could do was scream.
The boys had been in front of her. James had been walking with Cole attached to his side while Josie walked slower so she could be beside (Y/n). Just a few more paces and it would of been (Y/n) and Josie who got hit instead of James.
"Dad?" The hope in James's voice made Evan choke and he carefully nudged (Y/n) a few paces to the side so he could take her place. The action caused her to let go of James's hand and (Y/n) felt herself beginning to tremble when she let him go.
She pressed up behind Evan to stay as close as possible while he leaned his hips on the bonnet and reached out for his boy.
James looked like he was a rubber toy that was being stretched. The bonnet was pressing deeply into his abdomen and lower chest and the tyre was crushed into his leg. For a moment, Evan seemed to look at him funny as if something was out of place, but then he realised what it was. He wasn't wearing his glasses; either they had fallen off or (Y/n) had taken them off him to try and help him.
Tears were streaming down his face and his arms were both laid on the bonnet around the picket fence that was crushed between him and the car. He had his head leant on his arm, but as soon as he realised his dad was here, his head perked up. He had been screaming for Evan since someone said they called the emergency services.
He wanted his dad.
"I'm here! I've got you buddy." When James latched both hands around Evan's bicep, Evan leaned over him and cradled the back of his neck. He pressed a dozen kisses to the top of his head and took a few seconds to try and even out his breathing.
He had to stay in control. He had to figure out what to do and get their son out of this situation.
His fingers curled at the back of James's head, fisting around his curly hair that matched Evan's. He could feel how badly his boy was shaking and it was as if the pain was radiating through into Evan and all he wanted to do was make it stop. He wanted to find a way to rewind time and slot himself into this scene so he could stop it from happening.
"Hurts." The little whimper James let out made Evan croak. He finally reeled back just enough so that he can look down at his boy without tearing himself away from James. Allowing his boy to keep a tight grip on his bicep.
"It's alright, I'll get you something for that. Where's the morphine?" Evan looked over his shoulder with furrowed brows and a stern expression not to be messed with. He had to have some help here.
He could see Bobby was giving out orders while still staying close by Josie and Cole, for safety. Eddie was working with a few others to make something to keep the structure sturdy so they could move the car. And Chimney was weaving around to the other side of the car so he could try and help.
When Evan looked around, he watched Hen hurry up to him with a medic bag in her hand which made him relieved. There would be some morphine in that bag; something that until a few weeks ago James had never had to have until he broke his ribs. Evan didn't want to think what was going to be wrong with his son after this.
"Buck, why don't you let me-"
"He's not your kid!"
The seething tone in Evan's voice made Hen roll her lips into a thin line and she nodded. She didn't think it was the best idea that Evan be the one to help right now. This was his son. He was getting emotional and that wasn't the best thing to happen in this situation; but none of them were going to be able to tear him away from his boy.
"Dad d-don't go." James scratched his short nails into his dad's arm and gave a sharp tug on his arm. He had been crying out for his dad since the accident occurred, he didn't want Evan to step away from him now.
"I'm not leaving you, not for a second. Okay? I'm right here with you, baby." He kissed James's temple before he held his hand out and took the packaged needle Hen passed into his hand.
He scratched the needle into the back of James's hand and squeezed until all the morphine was in his system. They all knew it would take a few minutes to work, but once it did, the discomfort would fade away.
Evan took a look around before he shuffled over and carefully sat down on the car bonnet. He had to be close and standing at an angle like this wasn't exactly helping. He leaned in close so he could see how much the car was pushing down on James and whereabouts. And from the look of his leg, James had a new broken bone to deal with.
"Is Cole o-okay? I- I tried to get him out- out the way." James sniffed and tilted his head back to look up at his dad.
He wanted to straighten up, but standing straight hurt his chest and he felt better if he just slumped forward like this. And now that his dad was sat on the bonnet, James flopped his chin on his dad's leg and gripped his leg to try and distract himself.
"He's fine, and I'm so proud of you." He kissed the back of James's head as more tears flushed his face.
Things wouldn't have worked out the same if Cole had been hit too. He was four, he was small and he wasn't as strong. If the car hit him it would of killed him. James had saved him.
Looking over his shoulder, Evan waved towards Hen and Bobby who were hanging back to try and help get the structure sorted.
"How long? I need this car off him now!"
"We're on it, Buck. Keep him calm for a few more minutes." Bobby didn't dare say they needed up to ten minutes to do this. He couldn't say that and watch Evan's face fall and he couldn't let James hear that and have him panicking too.
When (Y/n) heard James mutter a broken "Where's mum?" she tried to move back to his side but a pair of hands held her arms and pulled her back. Her head whipped over her shoulder and she writhed around when she realised it was Eddie holding onto her.
He shook his head and tried to pull her back into him. (Y/n) wouldn't be able to do very much, none of them could do a lot until the car was moved. And Eddie knew (Y/n) panicking was only going to make her state worse. She needed to calm down and stay put for now.
"She's here, look uncle Chim's gonna help us too."
"Alright kid, let's get this on you." Leaning over the bonnet, Chimney carefully placed two stickers beneath James's shirt against his chest to monitor his heartbeat. "Let's straighten you up so I can take a look."
James gripped Evan's arms while his dad held his elbows and helped him lean back so he was standing up properly rather than being slumped over. He tilted his head back, trying to hold back the tears but it wasn't happening. He squeezed Evan's arms tight and tried to take deep breaths while Chimney pressed on his chest and tried to feel his abdomen for any tender spots or internal bleeding.
"I'm scared." There was no shame in James's voice; he wasn't embarrassed to say he was frightened because he was. He was in agony, he was trapped. He felt like he was being flattened and at any moment he was sure his insides were going to burst and pop.
His voice made (Y/n) tremble and her hands moved to cover her mouth so she wouldn't burst into tears. Her eyes were constantly moving to the left to check on the kids and she could see them both huddled together on the steps with Hen stood beside them so Bobby could help drill the wood for the structure. They were shell-shocked, but they were okay for now.
All she wanted to do was go up there and hold James. She wanted to wrap her arms around him like she had tried to do earlier and get that car away from him so they could move him. He needed to go to hospital.
Sobs wracked past her lips and she tried again to move away from Eddie but he wasn't letting go. He couldn't let her distress herself any more than this.
"You don't need to be scared, you've got all of us here to look after you. The best team, hm?"
James nodded and tried to keep his eyes open, but he could feel his head turning dizzy and the agony burning throughout his chest was making it hard to focus.
"Dad?"
"What, baby?"
Evan didn't receive a proper answer, but he watched silently as James tugged on his arms and moved his hands towards his chest.
"Is it your ribs, do they hurt?" Evan wouldn't be surprised if James had fractured or damaged his already broken ribs that were on the verge of healing now three weeks after the accident.
But both he and Chimney froze when James's head flopped forward and he started to cough. His forehead bashed into Evan's thigh and he began to wheeze through coughs like he had suddenly inhaled smoke that was irritating his lungs.
"James?"
"Hey, baby sit up for me, please?" Desperation drowned Evan's voice as he and Chimney tried to reel James up again but he wasn't having it. He didn't have the energy and he felt better laying forward like this.
But when Evan rolled James's upper half onto his side so he could look at him, everything within him started to burn in flames and a horrible trembling set in Evan's body.
James was coughing up blood.
His eyes were rolling about in his head like marbles, unable to focus on anything and his chest was convulsing as large splurts of blood dribbled down his chin and splattered onto Evan's lap.
"Hen we need suction." Chimney pressed one knee onto the bonnet so he could lean over now that James's back was twisted towards him. He tilted James's head forwards and tried to listen to his breathing, but his lungs sounded like they were drowning. He was going to suffocate in his own blood if they didn't remove it quick enough.
"(Y/n)- (Y/n) no- Cap we need that car on a winch now!" Eddie braced himself and tilted his head back, holding (Y/n) with his arms beneath hers and his hands on her shoulders to hold her back. She was dithering between trying to lean forward and pushing down like she was going to collapse. The only sure thing was Eddie stood behind her, holding her up.
A horrible, broken scream left (Y/n)'s lips and when she tried to wrangle out of Eddie's grip again, she ended up going down on her knees when her legs buckled. Her head flopped forward, allowing the tears to cascade down her face as she gasped for breath like she was drowning too.
She wanted to hold his hand. She wanted to stand with him and try to help. She needed to be closer, but they weren't letting her.
One hand reached up to grip Eddie's hand that was on her shoulder and she squeezed tight, glad he didn't say anything and simply held her tighter for support. But her other hand moved down to the side of her stomach when it felt like her muscles were tightening and twinging.
"Alright, here we go buddy." Chimney switched on the machine when Hen handed it over and carefully wiggled the plastic tube into James's mouth and down his throat.
The amount of blood filling the suction tube was unnerving, but the coughing, gasping noises James made was worse. And the sight of his chest convulsing against Evan's knees was making tears pour down his dad's face.
"He's losing a lot of blood, Cap we need a transfusion."
"It would take more than ten minutes to get a blood bag down here." They didn't carry blood bags on them, that was too dangerous and it wasn't their department's job. Getting a donation from the hospital was going to take too long, even if they had the blue lights on to get here faster.
A strangled sound passed (Y/n)'s lips as she twisted to look up at Eddie. She tried to ignore the tightening in her stomach while she pulled on his hand.
"What, are you okay?"
"He's- I'm A-negative too. Can't you d-do something?" (Y/n) waved her wrist in front of Eddie to try and make her point because she couldn't find the words she needed.
Evan was a different blood group to (Y/n), but she knew she was the same as James. Her and Evan went to the hospital every other month to give blood donations. She was the same type as James, couldn't they take her blood and somehow get it into James here? Did they have the equipment for that?
A light seemed to go off in Eddie's mind and he nodded and pushed up from his knees, carefully helping (Y/n) up with him as he finally guided her over towards her boy rather than holding her at bay.
"Eddie no-" Evan tried to motion his hand towards his wife, signalling that he didn't want her this close. (Y/n) had already gone into shock and was panicking, Evan couldn't have her getting any worse witnessing this.
"She's his blood type, we can get a fusion going or he's gonna drown in his blood and lose it at the same time."
If they let James continue like this, he was going to bleed out into his lungs and it would be a debate whether the blood loss would kill him or if he would suffocate first. He needed a transfusion to get blood to the rest of his body, not just in his lungs.
Evan looked sceptical, he didn't look like he would agree but they didn't have a choice and (Y/n) was already leaning over his lap and rolling up her sleeve. She wouldn't give him a choice. She was doing this whether Evan was happy about it or not.
"You know that's risky." Hen fumbled in her medic bag to find what they needed, but her voice gave away how uncertain she was about this. It wasn't something they practised or did every day.
"He needs me." (Y/n) moved her hand towards Eddie because she knew that even if Evan, Hen and Chimney were uncertain, Eddie was willing. It was risky but they couldn't let James deteriorate or get any worse.
"Fuck it." Chimney grabbed the needles from Hen and handed one over to Eddie before he held James's hand.
It was hard to lean over James and get the needle into his elbow from this angle but he managed it and held the tube out ready for Eddie to use.
(Y/n) leaned her hip against Evan and laid her head on his shoulder but her eyes wouldn't divert away from their boy. He was still shaking and choking and his eyes had rolled to the back of his head. He had passed out and they could all hear his heartbeat lowering with every second that ticked by.
The small scratch in the back of her hand was nothing compared to the ache in her heart and the twisting, stretching feeling in her abdomen where the twins were kicking up a fuss.
Evan pressed his lips to the top of (Y/n)'s head while he started to run his fingers through James's hair, something that always soothed and calmed down their boy since he was a baby. He watched intently as Eddie connected the tubes to a large syringe and slowly started to fill the syringe with (Y/n)'s blood.
"Ready?"
"Yep."
Eddie carefully pushed down on the syringe until it was halfway down and the blood started to travel through the next tube and into James's elbow.
(Y/n) could feel herself going lightheaded and she leaned into Evan a little more to keep herself steady. But the sound of the heart rate monitor picking up made her sigh and press her lips into Evan's shoulder.
It was working.
"Alright Buck get off the car, we're gonna move it now!" Bobby's voice was the ray of light they needed.
Chimney handed the suction back to Hen now that James's lungs were mostly clear for the time being. And Eddie carefully reeled (Y/n) back a few feet with him, making sure she wasn't too far away so the needle didn't come out her hand. While Chimney held James's shoulders, Evan held his head up and they both kept him in place while Bobby and Hen got the wooden beams in place on the porch so it wouldn't collapse on them.
The structure shuddered and groaned once the car slowly started to be pulled away.
A horrible scream tore past James's lips and his head flopped forward against Evan's hand as a dribble of blood spat past his lips. His knees wavered, but not for long. Evan crouched in front of him and caught him expertly while everyone moved around them.
The fencing and broken beams were moved out the way so Evan could pick up his boy and carry him down to the gurney at the bottom of the stairs. With (Y/n) and Eddie close behind.
"He should have enough now." Eddie's voice was careful and delicate as he removed the needle from (Y/n)'s hand and put a plaster in its place.
"You both go with him, we'll take the kids with us and meet you there." Bobby waved his hand towards the ambulance. It would be better for both parents to travel with James and the rest of them would follow on behind in the truck and they would take Cole and Josie with them.
(Y/n) looked to the side but Cole was already in Chimney's arms, sobbing into his chest while Chimney tried to calm him down. And Josie was attached to his leg, unsure what was happening or where they were going now. But both kids knew he was their uncle and they should wait with him if they couldn't follow with their parents.
She tried to nod and push ahead, following after Evan who was steering the gurney with Hen. But her legs were shaking like they were about to give way on her and she felt like she was about to faint.
The feeling of Eddie's hand on her back was comforting as he helped guide her towards the ambulance. But (Y/n) didn't have the strength to get inside. Her hand clung to the ambulance door and she hunched forward, closing her eyes when another twinge broke out in her abdomen.
"Baby, what's the matter?" Once the stretcher was locked in place, Evan moved to the end of the ambulance, both hands pressed into either door as he leaned forward. Trying to decipher why his wife had stooped over rather than attempted to get inside with him.
"I- I think…" She couldn't find the words, but another pain hit her with such a powerful force that she had no choice but to bend her knees and brace her hand on the floor of the ambulance.
A cry burst past her lips and Evan jerked back when she curled her other hand into a fist and rammed it into the door so powerfully that the whole ambulance shook.
They all heard her mutter "Contraction." in a feeble whimper and Evan's jaw ground tight as he looked at Eddie.
This was exactly what he and (Y/n) and been trying to avoid. She was on light duties at home and Evan had been tempted to tell her to go on bed rest to make sure nothing happened to her and the twins. The stress of tonight and trauma of seeing James get hurt was pushing her into labour.
"We'll get you to a doctor too then."
Leaning down, Evan held onto (Y/n)'s elbows and pulled her up while Eddie stayed behind her to make sure she got up and didn't trip. Evan eased her down into one of the seats and sat next to her, but he didn't like the look in her eyes. She creased forward so her bump was pressed into her thighs and her hands reached out to take James's hand.
Evan leaned over and looped his left arm around (Y/n)'s waist, easing her into him until her head was meshed into his chest and his lips attached to the top of her head. While his other hand held onto James's shoulder like their son was their lifeline.
He knew. Evan just knew that (Y/n) was going to ignore the contractions as much as she could. She wasn't going to listen to her body and he had a feeling he was going to have a fight on his hands to get her to sit with a doctor.
(Y/n) didn't want this to happen. She didn't need this right now. James needed her and Evan, they couldn't leave him or stop worrying about him to focus on (Y/n)'s feeble body that was overreacting and trying to hurt their other two babies.
All their attention had to go to James. He needed them.
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Toxic (Im Nayeon x Reader)
Model!Nayeon x Actor!Reader
Angst, smut
“I know I should stay away from you, but I can’t.” “We both know you’ll be back for more.”
“Stop looking at me.” “I can’t. And I don’t think you want me to either.”
“They don’t make me feel the way you do.”
Baby girl Nayeon would never i know but when the inspiration flows it flows
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It was a Saturday night and of course as an actor you had an event to go to, so here you were at your shared house with your best friend Jihyo,who’s helping you get ready.
“You know, Nayeon is going to be there.” Your dark haired friend breaks the silence as she’s helping you with some make up.
“I know.”
Jihyo takes a step back to look you in the eyes before scoffing
“Don’t even think about it.”
“What?”
“Do not talk to her. Do not even look at her. And definitely do not go back to her room after.”
“But-“
“No. She ruined you last time. And the time before. And the ten other times before that.”
“She’s not-“
“What? She’s not that bad?”
You are silenced at how predictable your words had become every time you talked about the girl in question.
“Y/n I love you so much but please for your sake and mine, stay away from her.”
“Fine.”
Jihyo doesn’t seem convinced but leaves it alone nonetheless, finishing your make up and allowing you to look in the mirror. A honk outside pulls you from your thoughts, your ride was here.
The drive to the event was definitely way too long and gave you too much time to think about Nayeon, and how bad you missed her but also all of things she’d done to hurt you. The beginning of the event was easy, random small talk with the others there. Nayeon was no where to be seen for a while but later in the night it was like all of the air got sucked out of the building and you knew she had arrived. You could feel her all around you, her presence was suffocating and magnetic all the same. You didn’t have to look up from your glass at the bar to know that she was behind you walking towards you like a predator stalking it’s prey, before she reached you some actor stops her and is obviously flirting with her, you admit it made you jealous even if she wasn’t your girlfriend anymore your shoulders tense and you’re not sure if it’s from the jealousy or the impending doom of knowing she’s going to come over to you. Nayeon knew you were in earshot and she was using it to her advantage, openly flirting and even agreeing to seeing the man sometime in the future. The man walks away, too happy for a man in your opinion, and the sent of your exes floral scented perfume fills your sense, it’s intoxicating in more ways then one, like you’ll suffocate off it but you also need it to live. She sits in the stool next to you, asking the bartender for a drink and also for another one of whatever is in your mostly empty glass before turning to you with a smile.
“Hi.” Is all she says, it’s flirty and low.
“I don’t want to speak to you.” You answer, though your tone is not convincing. You end your sentence by finishing your drink and finally looking at her. Of course she looks stunning, her brown hair pulled up into a bun and a short black dress clinging to her skin, riding up her thighs as she sat with her legs crossed.
“Really? Because I think you do.” Her smile turns into a smirk as she notices your gaze lingering on her nearly bare thighs.
“Why don’t you go talk to that guy?” You try to say it quietly enough so she won’t hear but of course she selectively has super hearing.
“Hm, jealous? We’re not even together anymore baby.” You close your eyes at the nickname, your heart fluttering a bit.
“I’m not jealous. And don’t call me that.”
“Then why are you so upset?”
“Because you’re here.”
“I don’t think that’s true.”
You don’t answer her, you just focus on the drink in front of you, praying that someone will come up and save you from this interaction as you couldn’t bring yourself to leave her orbit. You could feel her eyes burning holes into you as she waited for you to talk to her, if Nayeon was anything when it came to you it was persistent.
“You’re so pretty, you know” She whispers as she gets closer to your ear.
“Stop looking at me.”
“I can’t. And I don’t think you want me to either.”
You wouldn’t admit it but it was true. It was apparent by her hand that goes to your knee and the way she looks at you as whispers in your ear that she has a plan, and it involved getting you to come home with her. You knew her games, and it was the same every time. You’d break up, then weeks or months later you’d find each other at an event and get tipsy and end up getting a ride to whoever’s hotel or house is closer, and when you’d wake up on the morning either she would pull you in closer as you slept and it led to getting back “together” for a few weeks, or as it usually would end she’d try to kick you out as soon as you’re awake causing a fight where you storm out and promise to never speak to each other again. The latter had happened about four months ago both of you being too stubborn to interact with the other first unless it was an event, this was the longest you’d gone without seeing her since you met and now here she was acting as if you just saw her yesterday.
Maybe it was the alcohol or you simply were just too in love with the girl but her actions worked, your resolve is basically nonexistent so when she asks the next question you don’t hesitate to stand up taking her hand from your knee and pulling her through the room to the door to the curb where you find your manager waiting for you in a car and when seeing Nayeon with you he sighs, knowing to take you to her house instead of yours. You pull the girl into the back seat, there was a divider between the front and back seats and tinted windows, which lets you push your lips on hers freely as she sits near the window. You feel her lips turn into a smirk, knowing her effect on you.
“I missed you.” Nayeon mumbles into your mouth, not bothering to disconnect your lips.
The drive is fairly short but filled with the breathy sounds you’re both making as you make out. You only disconnect when the car stops in Nayeon’s driveway, now it’s her turn to grab your hand and drag you away into her house, she fumbles with her keys and bit as she unlocks her door. She kisses you as she closes the door, backing herself up against it and pulling you flush against her, instinctively her legs part allowing for your thigh to fit between them, a soft gasp leaving the girls lips which allows for you to push your tongue past her lips and tangling it with her own.
“Take me to bed.” Her tone both pleading but demanding, she looks up at you through her eyelashes and hooded lids. Without a second thought you comply, lifting her by her thighs so she wraps her legs and arms around you, face going into your neck as she yelps at the suddenness, you could feel her smile against your skin.
You rush up the stairs to her bedroom on the second floor, sitting her on the bed. She sits up sitting on the edge of the bed, hands holding her up behind her as she looks to you, face flushed and pupils blown. You kneel in front of her in the ground, her legs spreading to fit you in between like they had a mind of their own, giving you a view of her lacy black underwear which were noticeably damp. Her dress now sat almost at her hips, riding up everytime she moved. Your hands move to her feet where she was still wearing her high heels, you remove them and put them off to the side carefully setting them down as they looked expensive. Lifting her legs to rest on your shoulders you kiss from her knees to her thighs, leaving little marks as you moved. The brunette squired underneath every touch, her hand got tangled into your hair trying to pull your head so your lips would meet where she needed your touch. You let her control your head but instead of giving in you leave tiny barely there kisses on the fabric, you can feel her wetness as you do so. Nayeon pulls the bottom of her dress up so it’s bunched around her waist, exposing her from the waist down.
“Please, baby.” She whines. “It’s been so long.”
“You’re telling me you didn’t fuck anyone in four months?” You tease from below her, you knew the answer I mean she couldn’t help fucking other people even when you were together.
“They don’t make me feel the way you do” and she’s telling the truth, they didn’t, no one did.
You don’t answer, opting to pull her panties down to throwing them across the room, hands gripping her thighs as you lean forward to finally taste her. Both of you moan at the contact, yearning built over the past 4 months of mutual silence.
“Fuck baby.” Her teeth pulling her lip between them, biting down hard enough to almost draw blood at the feeling of your tongue drawing circles around her clit. You can feel her hand tighten in your hair. Nayeon was never shy in bed, sure she enjoyed letting you take control sometimes but she was incredibly vocal whether is praises and dirty talk or stuttered words and loud moans that you swear could be heard in the next city over.
After only a few minutes you felt Nayeon’s thighs start to shake and tighten around your head, moans getting louder and more high pitched. It was quick you thought, Nayeon was never one to last only a few minutes.
“Close already? Miss me that much?” You ask teasingly.
“I- yes, fuck I missed you so bad.” Moans interrupt her every couple words, “missed that tongue.” Her eye roll back as she reaches her climax. The moans turn into whimpers as you help her ride out the high. Moving up to her face and kissing her you guide her to the center of the bed to lay down as you take your place between her thighs again. And you stayed like that for at least an hour, taking turns pleasing each other until you both collapse into the bed from the exhaustion.
Checking your phone as you settle into Nayeons expensive mattress you see some missed calls and texts, all from your best friend and roommate. Shit.
hyo 🫦
3 missed calls
hyo 🫦
Where are you?
You said you were coming home after the event .
I swear to god if you’re in Nayeon’s bed right now.
You
Went out to an after party, staying at a friends.
hyo🫦
Friend?
“I have to go.” You break the silence, your friends text reminding you that this was wrong and you shouldn’t be here, you feel guilt take over your body as you start to get up, ignoring Nayeon’s stare.
“What? Why?” She asks, seemingly hurt at your quickness to leave.
“I just- i have something to do”
“Y/n, It’s 1am, stay here.”
“No, I shouldn’t even be here.”
You could see some hurt flash in her eyes, it almost makes you feel more guilty than sleeping with her did, but she hurt you many times before so why should you care? ….right?
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you’re toxic Nayeon. It’s exhausting You’re exhausting.”
“Oh.” It was the quietest you’d ever heard her. She still sat on her bed, her eyes glued to her hands that were fiddling with each other. In all your years knowing the girl you’d never seen her so small, granted you had never even thought about being insulting her or being blunt to her about how you perceive her treatment of you.
“I know I should stay away from you, but I can’t.” You continue, ignoring her slightly glossy eyes that finally meet yours as you get dressed, “or I couldn’t. But it’s different this time.” You couldn’t tell if you were telling her or yourself.
Suddenly, Nayeon’s eyes switch from sadness to anger, something you had seen before.
“You’ve said that before.” She starts, “and guess what? You ended up right here every time, in MY bed, fucking ME.”
“I-“
“You know what? You’re exhausting, honestly. So fucking pathetic I mean look at you.” Her voice is venomous and sharp. Her hand gestures to your face, where tears had started to form at the tone she was using. “You come crawling back every single fucking time and you expect me to believe that anything will change”, she laughs mockingly, “At the end of the day we both know you’ll be back for more.”
You knew she was right. She always was. Sure you may not text her but you both know as soon as you see her in person you can’t resist.
“Shut up.” It’s weak, and quiet. And made even more pathetic when you wipe your tears as you say it.
“What was that?” She mocks
“Fuck you Nayeon.” Finally finding your voice as you walk to her door and open it, rushing down the stairs.
Nayeon doesn’t bother following you, she knows you don’t have a ride home, that you told your manager not to come back until tomorrow and that he should turn off his phone for the night but she didn’t care, you could walk and she’d be satisfied right now.
You on the other hand, did not want to walk in the middle of Seoul to your house but you also refused to go back inside as Nayeon had been waiting for you to do from her bedroom window. So you opted to call Jihyo, which could’ve been a mistake but you didn’t care at this point. She answers quickly, seemingly waiting for you to call or text again.
“I’m sorry.” Is all you say when she answers, “I’m at Nayeon’s”
“I know.” Jihyos disappointed voice makes your heart ache a bit, “I’m leaving now.” Is all she says before hanging up, leaving you to sit on Nayeon’s front step to wait.
It doesn’t take too long, but you can feel Nayeon looking at you every so often from her window, you knew she was hoping you’d knock on the door or at least look at her but you didn’t, not wanting to give her the satisfaction. When Jihyo arrives she gets of the car, looking up to Nayeon and giving a stare that could’ve killed her before looking at you.
“Come on. You’ll be okay” she assures as she walks you to the passenger seat.
The drive home is silent, a mix of worry and disappointment wafting off of Jihyo as she gripped the steering wheel.
The next few weeks were filled with text messages from Nayeon, asking to see you and apologizing saying she’ll be better finally. But then there was silence. Would it stay was the question.
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samandcolbyownme · 2 days ago
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in the works of Sabrina carpenter please please please give me a Sam enemies to lovers fic
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Warnings: strong language, mentions of weapons (guns, knives), injuries, dark business aesthetic, mentions of drugs, drinking, name calling, toxic relationship between reader and boyfriend, toxic actions, enemies to lovers, angsty, kissing
Word Count: 4.7k | unedited
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Ever since day one, out of all of Geo’s employees, Sam was the one that got under your skin the most.
He was an asshole. Always had something to say, and it was usually never anything good, or nice. Mostly snobby and eye roll provoking.
He’s been with Geo since he started this whole thing.
All of you sat pretty on piles of money, you really only had to worry about two things - if a body needed to disappear and if the police were involved.
Geo owned a casino in Las Vegas, which was mainly party in the front and business in the back, behind closed doors of course.
People would come, pick up what they needed, paid, and left.
“Baby. Pass me that tray.” Geo reaches back and snaps his fingers, “Now please.”
You reach forward, grabbing the tray from the table and you hand it to him. He takes it and sets it down in front of him.
“You’re welcome.” You mumble as you go back to looking at your magazine.
“What was that?” He turns around, giving you a look and you shake your head, “Nothing, this mag-“
“Mhm.” He turns back around, talking with his associates as he rolls up a blunt, “So as I was saying..”
You take a deep breath, shaking your head as you flip to the next page. The door open and you look up, rolling your eyes when Sam walks through with Colby.
You avoid looking at him, but you listen in to what he’s saying, “Hey boss, Cartermen is outside, he wants to speak to you.”
“That fucker owes me money. Does he have it?” Geo leans back in his chair, staring at Sam and Sam shrugs, “I don’t know, I-“
“How the fuck don’t you fuckin’ know?” Geo scoffs, “Fuck, your job isn’t that hard.”
You glance at Sam, you did feel bad for how Geo treated him - sometimes.
Sam sighs, “He keeps saying that he won’t talk to anyone but you. I’ve asked hi- Colby and I both asked him if he has it and he refuses to speak.”
“Tell him if he doesn’t have my money, he’s a dead man walking.” Geo laughs, “What’s the main rule when working with me, baby?”
“Geo always gets paid.” You look at him and he points his thumb towards you, “Now with that, go back out there, and tell him if he comes in here, I’ll have to call Lowen and I don’t want to have to wake him up at this hour.”
“Yes, boss.” Sam gives you one last glance and you give him a disgusted look before looking back at your magazine.
You hear the door click shut and Geo goes back to talking to the men across from him.
Not even a minute later, there’s commotion outside and a bang on the door.
“God fucking damn, don’t they know I’m in a fuckin’ meeting?” Geo grumbles as he gets up. As he walks over to the door, it flings open and Geo lays his hand on the gun being held to his body by his belt, “What the fuck!?”
“You can’t-“ Colby grabs Cartermen, “Dude. You really shouldn’t be in here.”
“You better be here to deliver my money.” Geo walks over to him, grabbing his collar, “Do you have my money?”
The look on the guys face goes cold as he leans in, “Just fuckin’ kill me, Geo.” He glances towards you, “You and that slut over there can both go. To. Hell.”
Geo doesn’t even bother sticking up for you, but that’s nothing normal. You’ve been in the game long enough to know that you just brush it off.
“The fuck did you just say? I’m not getting my money? Is that what I heard.” Geo tilts his head and Cartermen laughs, “Yeah. That’s basically what I fuckin’ said.”
You lay your magazine down, getting ready to duck and cover if things go south.
“I don’t think you need to do this here, boss. Want us to take him to the-“ Colby is cut off by Sam, “If you’re saying that because she’s in here, she knows she’ll see shit like this.”
“Ignore her. She’s nothing in this situation right now.” Geo shakes his head, pulling his gun out to rest it under Cartermen’s chin, “I’m going to ask you.. one more time.. where is my-“
“Fuck y-“
You hear the tunk of the silenced gun go off and Sam and Colby let his body drop to the ground.
You swallow, tensing up as Geo turns towards you, “Call Lowen. I can’t deal with him right now.” Geo tucks his gun back into his jeans and sits back down.
You grab your phone and dial Lowen, leaning back on the couch as the line rings.
“This better be fucking good.”
“There’s a body for you. Back office of the Royale.” You look up at the ceiling, “Sam and Colby are on, they can help.”
“Be there in twenty.”
The line clicks and you look over, “He’ll be here in twenty.”
Sam scoffs, “Why the hell would you say I’ll help? I have to go collect a payment from Mr. Moore, y/n.”
“Um..” you tilt your head, “Because you’re here, Sam? You do realize that you have more than one job, right?”
Sam rolls his eyes and looks at Geo, “Do you want me to-“
“Do whatever you want, Golbach. I have to figure this out with them. Like I’ve been trying to do for an hour now.” Geo lights up the blunt and takes a drag, “Take y/n home. She doesn’t need to be here.”
Sam smirks as he watches your face drop. You stand up, walking up behind Geo, “Baby, I can st-“
“Home. Now.” Geo brushes your hands off of his shoulders and you tilt your head, “Will you be home tonight?”
“Probably, I don’t fucking know, just go.”
You grab your bag from the couch and walk over to the door, not giving Sam another look.
“Make sure Moore has my money. If not, you know what you need to do. Colby, you can help Lowen.” Geo gives the orders and Sam walks out, closing the door behind him.
He looks at you and shakes his head, “You better not bitch the whole way home.”
“Even better, I won’t say a goddamn word.” You watch as he walks past you before you follow him out the back of the casino.
Sam walks around and gets in the drivers seat, starting the car while you get in to sit beside him.
You furrow your brows, “My house is that way.” You point, to the right as he turns left, and he keeps his stare straight, “Thought you weren’t going to speak?”
“Well, when I’m going someplace other than home, I’m not just going to sit here and let it fucking happen? I’m not dumb.”
“I never said you were.” Sam glances at you and you roll your eyes, “If you’re taking me with to get this money, I’m staying in the car.”
“I expected that.”
“What’s your problem?” You look at Sam, “Like, seriously? Why are you such an asshole?”
“Because I have to be.”
“You have to be?” You scoff, “Not really, but okay. Cool.” You shake your head and look out the window, “I just..” you laugh, “I just want to know what I did to deserve you always giving me a snarky or bullshit remark.”
He shrugs, “I don’t have an answer for that.”
“Liar.”
Sam stops the car abruptly, causing you to jolt forward, “Sam. What the fuck?”
“You can call me anything you want, y/n. Okay? But let’s get one thing straight.” He stares into your eyes, “I’m not a fucking liar.”
You just stare back at him, “Next time, you don’t have to almost cause an accident to try and prove yourself to me.” You unbuckle to unlock your seatbelt and click it back into the buckle.
“I’m not a liar.”
“Okay, Sam.” You nod, “You’re not a liar, but you’re still an asshole.”
He doesn’t say anything. He just starts driving, and soon, after an achingly silent ride, you arrive to the Moore business and Sam goes inside.
You’ve been on pick ups like this before, so you weren’t really nervous, but your nervousness was peaked when Sam didn’t come out after a certain amount of time.
You were anxiously bouncing your leg, looking all around for anyone who might approach the car.
You knew that wirh being Geo’s girl, people would get desperate and potentially use you as way to get out of paying. That hasn’t happened, and you were grateful, but it still sat in the back of your mind.
You let out a sigh of relief when you see Sam come out with a bag.
He gets in, tossing it in the back and he immediately starts driving again.
“Did it go okay?” You ask, looking over at him.
He nods, “Yeah, fine.”
“Okay. Good.”
“Why do you care?”
“I just.. you didn’t come out within the time you normally do.. I just didn’t know if-“
Sam cuts you off, “You were worried about me?” He chuckles, glancing over at you, “Weren’t you?”
“No, I just, didn’t want to jump the gun and call Geo or anything, you know.. I seem to be causing a lot of issues lately.” You raise your brows and sigh, “I don’t know how.”
After a few minutes of silence, Sam breaks it, “It’s not you.”
You nod, “Mm.”
“He’s just, under a lot right now, trying to get this new business deal going. And Cartermen coming in the way he did. He’s just stressed.”
“So, what you’re saying is, fuck my feelings? I need to suck it up?” You laugh, “Figures.”
“No. No. That’s not..” he sighs, “Nevermind.”
“No, what?”
“No, you don’t want to listen so.” Sam pulls into your driveway, driving up the circle to the walkway to the door, “You’re home.”
“I see that.” You reach down to grab your bag, “Thanks.” You go to reach for the door but Sam grabs your arm.
You look at his hand and up at his face, pulling your arm away, “What?”
“Geo is good to you, right?”
You furrow your brows, “Why would you even ask something like that? Yeah, he’s fine. We’re fine.”
He nods, “okay.”
You get out, slamming the door shut before you walk up to the door. You push your door open and glance back, watching Sam leave your driveway.
Why would Sam ask me something like that?
You shake away the thought and take a deep breath, thinking about how, yeah, he’s good to you. But, sometimes he can raise his voice at you, or he can throw his dinner plate when he gets a bad phone call and you’re the one stuck cleaning up the broken shards of glass.
Or to where you’re silently crying in the bathroom because he comes home and ignores you like you aren’t even there, and then have to pull it together when he’s ready for bed and wants you.
But the good, outweighs the bad.. right?
You’re snapped from your thoughts as your phone rings. You take it out of your bag and answer, “Hey baby. Sam just dropped me off.”
“He texted me. Just wanted to make sure, I should be home by eight tonight, hopefully no later. This deal is on the verge of going through so.” Geo sighs, “I’ll tell you about it tonight. Have dinner ready by seven thirty, Sam, Colby, and Maurice are coming over to celebrate so make sure you set three extra places.”
“Sounds good. Anything in particular you want, baby?”
“Whatever, just make it good. I gotta go. Love you, baby.”
“I love you.”
The line beeps and you take a deep breath as you check the time.
04:36pm
You set your stuff down and walk to the kitchen, getting out the good plates and taking them to the table, along with the matching silverware.
You set out a glass of whiskey and three glasses by Geo’s place at the table, and go to the kitchen to start dinner.
As soon as you set the last dish of food on the table, the door swings open, chatter and laughter following through as Geo and the guys walk in.
“Y/n, this place smells so good.” Colby walks up to you, glancing behind you at the table, “You did good.” He smiles at you and shrugs off his jacket.
Sam doesn’t say a word to you. He just walks over and sits down next to Colby.
Geo walks up to you, “Baby, this is Maurice. He’s agreed to partner with us, do you know what this means?”
You shrug, “No, but I would love for you to tell me.” You smile and Geo slings his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in to kiss your temple, “More money, my love.”
He motions to Maurice, “Maur, this is y/n.”
“Pleasure to meet you.” You smile and shake his hand. He nods, “Please, the pleasure is all mine.” He looks around, “You have a beautiful home, G.”
“Thank you, sir. Please.” He spins around and motions to the chair next to him, “Have a seat, I’ll pour us all a drink.”
Geo sits down and you walk down to your end of the table, sitting there in silence while they talk about the deal.
If you left, you didn’t think anyone would notice, but unbeknownst to you, Sam would be the first to notice.
“Baby, baby.” Geo motions for you and you get up, walking down to his chair. He pulls you onto his lap and shakes his head, “Where would you like to go on vacation?”
“Vacation? Can we do that now?”
“I didn’t ask for you to pick apart the question, y/n.” Geo laughs, “I asked you to pick a place.”
You glance at Sam and he raises his brows. You look back at Geo, “I’ve always wanted to visit Tahiti.”
“Tahiti it is.” He raises his glass, along with the other three and as soon as he downs his drink, you’re nudged off his lap.
You walk back to your chair and sit down to finish your dinner.
After dinner, when it’s all quiet and just the two of you, Geo walks up behind you while you’re doing the dishes, “Did you really have to do that in front of Maurice?”
“I’m sorry.” You glance back at him as you’re rinsing the bubbles off of the glass.
“Why can’t you just answer the questions I ask you with out analyzing everything?”
“I think you’ve had enough to drink, baby.” You swallow because you know that was the flame to the fuse.
“What did you just say?”
You can feel his eyes in the back of your head, “Turn around and look at me.”
You turn the water off and spin around, “I said, I think you’ve had enough to drink, G.”
He smiles, but it wasn’t a regular smile, “You don’t..” he shakes his head while he laughs, “You don’t get to tell me what I’ve had enough of. Alright? Who makes the money in this relationship?”
“You do.”
“Huh? Sorry, couldn’t hear through the mumbling.”
“You do.” You speak up, looking right at him, “You make the money, okay? And I’m sorry that I pick apart each question you ask, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
He nods, finishing his glass before abruptly throwing it against the wall, “Today was a good day.” He shakes his head, “And I’m going to go to bed before it’s tainted anymore.”
You nod, walking up to peck his cheek, “Goodnight.”
You turn to grab a bag and some paper towels before you walk over and start picking up the glass shards.
You glance over your shoulder, seeing him walk away and once you look back at the ground, you feel the tears start to run down your cheeks. You quickly wipe them away on your shoulder and lay the glass on the towel in the bag.
As you’re picking up the shards, a piece scratches the palm of your hand and you wince, watching the blood drip to the floor before you get up and walk to the sink.
You hold it under cool water, letting out a sigh before turning off the water. You fix up your hand and finish cleaning up the glass and turn to walk into the living room.
You stop, instantly hiding your hand behind you when when you see Sam standing outside the sliding glass door.
You walk over, unlocking it and sliding it open, “What do you want?” You whisper, looking up at him, “Geo is upstairs. He went to bed.”
“I’m not here to see him.”
“There’s no one else here so-“
“Would you stop that?” He shakes his head, “You always act like people don’t want to see you, too.”
“They usually don’t. They’re always here for Geo.” You step outside, keeping your hand hid behind you.
Sam furrows his brows and he points, “What’s wrong with your hand?” You shake your head, “Nothing, why?”
“Why are you hiding it?” Sam crosses his arms and you sigh, “I dropped a glass, a piece got my palm while I was putting it into the bag, it’s nothing, Sam.” You look at him, “Is this why you’re here? To check on my hands?”
“No, I’m here to check on you.”
“I’m fine.”
“Are you?” He tilts his head, “I saw the way he treated you at dinner, and I just..”
He stops and you furrow your brows, “You just.. what?”
He shakes his head, “Nothing. You clearly seem fine, so I’m just going to go before he wakes up and has an issue with me.”
“Wait, Sam.”
He holds his hand up as he continues to walk away. You huff, “Fine. Continue to be a fucking asshole.”
He spins around, “That’s all I’ll ever be, right?”
He turns back, leaving you alone on the patio. You stand there for a few seconds, looking up at the sky before Geo coming down the steps catches your attention.
You walk back in and turn around, “Can’t sleep?”
“Come to bed, baby.” He holds his hand out and you swallow, walking over to him to take his hand with yours.
“What happened?” He holds your bandaged hand up and looks at you, and you shake your head, “Nothing.”
“Baby.” He gives you a look and you sigh, “A piece of glass cut my hand, but really. Baby. It’s nothing.” You point to the stairs, “Let’s go to bed.”
You hated how on and off he was, but at the end of the day, you really had no way out of this, no where to go.
You change into your pajamas. Walking over to lay down on the bed, facing away from Geo. He crawls into bed behind you, liquor still heavy on his breath as he presses a kiss to your cheek, “Goodnight, my love.”
“Goodnight.” You stare at the wall, breathing steadily as your mind is too wired to settle down.
All you can think of is why Sam would show up, and then leave like he did.
Did he care about you?
You knew those questions would go unanswered, so you just shoved them to the back of your mind and forced yourself to sleep.
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You stayed home the next day, you didn’t really do much.
You watched a few movies, made lunch for you and Geo, but you ended up eating alone because he never came home. He called, telling you that Lowen had to get called in, so he won’t be home.
You didn’t mind. After last nights escapades, you needed time for yourself.
It was settling in around six o’clock and you heard a car pulling up into the driveway. You ordered dinner, so you expect that to be the car you heard, but everything shifted when the front door slammed open and Geo came walking towards you.
“What the fuck have you been telling people?”
“Wh- nothing, baby. I haven’t talked to anyone.” You shake your head, “What happened?”
Your heart felt like it was about to beat out of your chest, “Geo, baby.” You reach out for him but he slaps your hand away, “One of my employees, told me I was being too hard on you.”
He laughs, “Which is actually fucking bullshit because if I wanted do be hard on you, I’d put you out on your ass.”
“I haven’t said anything, really. I-I don’t know why they would even say something like that.. you treat me the best anyone has.”
“Cut the bullshit.” He stares at you, “If anyone, I mean anyone says anything else to me about you not being treated right, I’ll make sure the lies they’re spreading around become true.” He raises his brows, “You hear me?”
You reach up, pushing your hands into his chest, “You’re scaring me..”
“Good. Maybe you’ll learn to act right.” He steps back, “Pointing to your hand, “Take off that bandage. It looks ridiculous.”
You snap, “Maybe I wouldn’t have cut my hand if you didn’t throw that fucking glass against the wall last night.”
He stares at you, slowly building up laughter, “So it’s my fault you’re clumsy?” He shakes his head, “It’s not my fault you don’t know how to do anything right.”
“Fuck you.” You go to walk towards the steps but he grabs you, slamming you against the wall, “What did you just say?”
“I said, fuck you. I’m done.”
“You’re not going anywhere.” He steps back, “I have to go back to work now, but I’ll be home about seven, seven thirty. If you leave, I’ll find you. Have dinner ready, and we can talk about this, okay?”
You knew what you were doing to do, so you just nod, “Okay.” You lick your lips, “Anything specific?”
He shakes his head, “Make whatever you want.” He pinches your chin, “I’ll be back.”
He walks away, giving you one last look before he closes the door
Instant panic.
Did Sam say something?
You slide down the wall and pull your phone from your pocket. You stare at the screen, unable to think about what to do.
Who do you call? You don’t really have anyone.
You dial Colby, shakily bringing the phone up to your ear as the line rings.
“What’s up?”
“C-Colby.. are you around Geo?”
“No, he left pretty pissed off, I don’t know about what. But, what’s up?”
“I-I-“ you break down into tears, followed by instant word vomit, “He’s mad because he thinks I’m telling people what happened here when I’m n-not..”
“What. Happened?” Colby asks slowly and you gasp for air, “H-he came home, screamed at me, threw me against the wall when I tried to leave and he said that if I left he-“ you lay your hand over your she’s, “Wou-would find me.”
“Are you okay?” Colby asks, “Really, he didn’t do anything else did he?”
“N-no.” You rest your head back against the wall, “I just didn’t know who else to call. Sam I think hates me, and I don’t know the others as well as you. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to be sorry, y/n. It’ll be okay. I promise.” Colby’s voice lowers and he speaks quickly, “Gotta go.”
He hangs up and you get a notification on your phone that your food was delivered. You can’t help but laugh through the tears.
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Your eyes scan over the food on the table, watching it grow cold over time.
You dial Geo, again. No answer.
You set your phone down, getting up to reheat the food so it’s warm for when he finally comes home, and there’s a knock on the door.
You freeze, as it could be anyone, especially after what happened with Geo.
The knock happens again and you jump into the kitchen, pressing your back against the wall. You bring your phone up, and a text from Sam comes through, Open the door.
Your heart skips a beat and you run to the front door.
A part of you felt like this was a trick, but then another part hopes it was just him.
And it was.
You opened the door, gasping when you see a broken and bruised Sam puffing on a cigarette.
You gasp, “Oh my god, Sam.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know where else to go.”
You shake your head, watching as he flicks the done cigarette, “No, no. Come on.” You teach out, pulling him in, “What.. I don’t.. are you okay?”
He nods, “Minor injuries, y/n. I’m fine.” He goes to take his jacket off and you see a small puncture wound to his side. Your hand flies to it to add pressure, “This isn’t minor, Sam. What the fuck happened.”
He shakes his head and you sigh, “Come on.”
You lead him into the living room and help him sit down, “Don’t move.” You run upstairs to than any medical supplies you can find, and return back to Sam.
“This much hurt.” You tell him as you apply alcohol to a cotton pad, “I’m sorry.” You sit down next to him and he lays his arm over your thighs, his hand tightly gripping your hip as he groans.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I know.” You look down at him and back to his cut forehead, “Can I know what happened?”
He nods, watching as you grab a clean pad and add more alcohol, “I um..” he laughs slightly, wincing in pain, “You don’t have to worry about Geo hurting you anymore.”
You freeze, quickly pulling it together to continue taking care of Sam’s injuries. You don’t say anything, as you move to new cuts and scrapes. Cleaning the dried blood off of his skin.
“I thought you hated me.” You whisper as you apply a bandage to his forehead.
His thumb strokes your thigh, “I never hated you.”
You raise your brows, “Can you.. uh. Take off your shirt please.”
He nods, sitting up and you reach down to help him lift it up over his head, “Thanks.” He whispers, leaning back, “Fuck, now this is starting to hurt.”
“Do you want something?” You go to stand up but Sam stops you, “No, just.. stay here.”
You nod and grab clean gauze to lay over the wound to his side, “I suppose Colby told you?”
“I was right there when you called. I heard it all.” Sam groans lowly as you spray some antiseptic on his wound, “As soon as he walked back through the door, I just.. went at him.” Sam looks up at you, “I’ve always hated that motherfucker.”
“So then.. why keep the job?” You patch up his side and sit back, “You would have flourished somewhere else, right?”
He shrugs, “I mean, yeah, but.. I had my reasons to stay.”
You look down, cleaning up his knuckles, “Can you, um.. what were those reasons?” You look up at him, “I mean, you don’t have to tell me you can just-“
Sam leans in, his hand moving to hold the back of your neck as his lips plant on yours.
You’re taken aback by surprise, you never in a million years pictured this moment happening.
“Sam-“ you lean back and he speaks over you, “I did it all for love. For you.”
“W-wait..” you tilt your head, “Are you saying..”
“I love you. I’ve loved you since the first day I met you. I knew how treated you bad. I stayed to make sure you were okay because I know what kind of spot you were in..” he reaches up, “But you don’t have to worry about that anymore.”
Your eyes move between his and you shake your head, “I think, I love you, too.”
You lean in, closing the space between you two. Your lips move in a slow, heated exchange, and he rests his forehead on yours, “We gotta get out of here.”
You nod, “I know, where will we go?”
Sam smirks, chuckling slightly as he speaks, “Tahiti?”
You laugh, nodding as you lean back, “Yeah, I’ve always wanted to go there.” He runs his hand over your head and sighs, “I know. And I’ll take you.”
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