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little-miss-dilf-lover · 10 days

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Pregnancy scare with Tan? 🫢

im so not okay bc I love stuff like this😮‍💨 thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

I haven’t used a tan gif in so long omg!! this makes it fun

BROWN PAPER BAG.

tangerine x fem!reader — angst

word count. 895

warnings. made it angsty and a little dramatic bc i love prego scare fics. the ending is meant to be up in the air, so you can imagine the results you want.

Late periods were often nothing to worry about, your underwear almost always spotting with blood mere hours after your little panics. Though, this time, it felt different. Those few hours never rolled around, and they quickly began to turn into days - and with every day that passed, your head filled with more dread.

You didn't want to worry Tangerine with something that could be nothing, so you kept all uneasy thoughts to yourself - letting yourself wallow in the feeling alone. But you were never truly alone, and no matter how hard you pushed him away, he would still be there - patiently waiting for you to let him back in.

He noticed the change in you recently, and every time he tried to question it, all he would get from you in response was a simple, 'it's nothing,' or a 'just tired.' But he's far too stubborn to let that be it.

You had just returned home from the pharmacy, brown paper bag stashed tightly inside your handbag - keeping it hidden. You place it on the sideboard beside the front door and head to the kitchen to get a drink, filling a glass with water.

Tangerine makes his way over to you and presses a kiss into your cheek, welcoming you back. "Don't suppose you got me deodorant?" he asks, referring to the little list he gave you before you left.

You hum, smiling at him as you place the glass down, moving across to get a snack from the cupboard. "In my bag," you gesture to the front door.

Before you have a second to realise what you've said, Tangerine has his hand in your bag, his grip tight on the paper bag. When you hear the rustling, you rush over to him and try to pry it from his hands.

He would've left it be, but you were so desperate to stop him that it only made him more sceptical. He holds the bag at a height, extending the other out to you - keeping you at a distance.

"Don't— just," you mutter, reaching for the bag. "Come on, just— please. Give it back."

"No," he shakes his head, voice almost stern. "Do you want to tell me? Or should I save us the trouble and look myself?" he asks, giving you no options.

You shake your head, lips tight to stop them from wobbling. You felt cornered, stuck in a problem you created for yourself. You stand still, containing your attempts to stop him, but when his hand reaches inside the bag, you turn around and leave the room - the atmosphere growing tense for you to want to deal with.

You make your way to your shared room, leaving him in the hallway to connect the dots by himself. You felt mortified for the way it had all just played out, embarrassment creeping in and replacing those feelings of dread. You close the bedroom door when you hear the stairs creak, the familiar footsteps of your lover making his way up.

He knocks on the door before he opens it. He lingers in the doorway for a beat, watching you fiddle with things on the dresser.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asks, tone like that of hurt. "That's why you've been so off with me."

You hate keeping him in the lurk, especially about something as big as this —though it still could be nothing— so you decide to stop fighting it.

"I'm late," you utter, avoiding his focused gaze. "I'm late. And I'm scared for what it means."

He pauses, trying to collect himself and push away his prior wounded feelings - wanting to reassure you, seeing as you needed it more right now.

"And that's why you bought..." he strings off, referring to your bag of pregnancy tests.

You sigh softly and pinch the bridge of your nose. "Yeah," you nod, moving to sit at the edge of the bed. "I should've told you," you speak towards the floor - diverting from his attention.

He follows suit and stands in front of you, crouching down to meet your eyeline. "Yeah, you should've," he hums. "But that don't matter right now. How late are you?" he asks, looking over the rectangular box.

"Nearly two weeks," you mumble, sadly smiling at him.

"Two weeks?" he repeats, tone hurt like that time before. "You've been feeling this for two weeks. And you didn't tell me?"

"I wanted to be sure," you shrug, trying to ease the tension. "It's usually nothing to worry about. It's late sometimes, but," you exhale, halting the rest of your sentence.

"But not like this," he finishes your thought. "I really wished you'd told me."

"I know, I'm sorry. I feel awful about it all."

"I wanted to be there for you," he places a hand over your knee, using you for stability as he stands back up.

He reaches for your hand and helps you stand, his gentle grip leading you towards the bathroom. He stops when he reaches the door and turns to face you - the small white box clutched in his free hand.

"Do you want me to wait out here?" he questions, trying to scope you out.

"No," you reply, finally letting him in. "Can you do it with me?"

He hums, giving your hand a squeeze. "Course."

#everythingisspokenfortbh #tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine angst

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punkshort · 7 months

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Recovery

Summary: You care for Joel while he is on the mend from his injury. (Part two of Three Days)

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!reader, established relationship, set in the TWWW universe, no use of Y/N.

Warnings: language, discussion of injury, soft!Joel, smut (18+ MDNI), fingering, handjob, dirty talk, oral (m receiving)

Word Count: 4.5K

A/N: I didn't expect part one to be so well received, thank you everyone who liked/commented and wanted to be tagged in this story! I'm a little nervous about this one and I don't know if I like it now, I hope I did it justice.

Part Two

"C'mon, it ain't that far, I just wanna stretch my legs a bit," Joel said to you from the couch. You shook your head and gave him a stern look.

"Bill said you need to stay off that leg at least another week, you're just going to have to wait," you said as you finished making lunch. You placed his sandwich with a small salad on a tray and brought it over to the living room, where Joel had taken up residence for almost the past month while he healed. Under strict orders not to put unnecessary weight on his leg, he had been stuck on the couch during the warmest stretch of summer yet, and it was causing him to be a difficult patient.

"I'm losin' my mind here," he grumbled as he took a bite of sandwich. You rolled your eyes and bit your tongue as you went to go clean up the kitchen. You were doing your best to take care of him, and he was very agreeable in the beginning, but as his strength built up, so did his boredom.

"You're not invincible, you know. All you need to do is sit there and let us take care of you," you said over your shoulder. "Then you can do whatever you want."

"I feel fine, I don't need you hoverin' over me all the damn time," he said sharply. Shocked, you looked over at him from the kitchen. His eyes were cast down and focused on his food, completely unphased by how hurtful he was being. You turned away without saying anything in return as tears sprung to your eyes.

His recovery wasn't easy on you, either. You had to learn how to be a nurse in just a few short hours so he could have the comforts of home as soon as the doctor cleared him. At the time, you had been so exhausted from sleeping on a lumpy cot on the floor, but you put all your energy into paying close attention to what Bill, Jackson's resident doctor, and Carrie, his nurse, were telling you. They taught you how to take his blood pressure, change and clean his dressings, and a few physical therapy exercises you had to help him with daily. Not to mention the handful of medications you had to keep straight and the long list of "red flag" signs you had to remember. But you didn't mind, because it meant he was going to come home, and he was going to be okay. So, to hear him sound so ungrateful more than hurt your feelings.

You sniffled quietly before turning back around. He had finished eating and picked up a crossword, oblivious to your reaction. Taking a shaky breath in, you strode over to the living room to pick up his tray.

"Tommy's going to be here soon, I have to work this afternoon," you mumbled. Joel huffed and kept working on his crossword.

"Don't need him hoverin' over me, either. I'll be fine by myself. Could use the peace and quiet, anyway," he said, the last part mostly under his breath, but you still heard it.

You angrily dropped the dishes into the sink, making him jump and look up from across the living room.

"What the hell?" he yelled, his brows furrowed.

"Yeah, 'what the hell' is right, Joel," you replied with your hand on your hip and your lower lip trembling. "Maybe try showing a little gratitude for the people who are taking time out of their day to help you."

"I didn't ask for any help, I can take care of myself!" he shouted.

"No, you can't! You could have died, you asshole!" you yelled right back. One tear slid down your cheek, but he was too far away to notice it.

"Whoa! What's with all the yellin'?" Tommy said as he entered the kitchen. He looked back and forth between you and Joel, the two of you glaring at the other. He did a double take when he noticed you turn and subtly wipe the tears from your cheek.

"It's nothin'," Joel finally said, his voice quieter but still strained, and turned back to his crossword. Tommy took a step toward you and was about to speak, but you cut him off.

"I gotta go. Thanks for coming by, Tommy," you said quietly, and hurriedly made your way out the front door.

Tommy ticked his jaw to the side as he stared at the closed door for a moment before turning around, eyeing up Joel warily as he joined him in the living room.

"What the hell's the matter with you?" Tommy asked with a sigh as he crossed his legs, his ankle coming to rest on the top of his knee.

"I didn't do anythin'," Joel muttered, tossing the crossword down angrily before he continued. "I'm sick of bein' cooped up, I just wanted to take a short walk."

"Didn't Bill say you can't do that til next week?"

"Yeah, but c'mon, Tommy. I know my body, I know what I can do. I just wanted her help with this one thing-"

"One thing?" Tommy repeated, cutting Joel off. "One thing?! That girl's been killin' herself for you for a goddamn month, takin' care of everythin' around here and you think you're only askin' her for 'one thing'?"

Joel scoffed and crossed his arms, averting his gaze to look outside.

"This ain't none of your business, anyway," Joel replied, still avoiding his brother's glare.

"The hell it ain't," Tommy said bitterly, dropping his foot to the ground so he could lean closer to Joel, hoping to make his next words stick.

"I watched that girl fall apart that night. She wouldn't eat. She wouldn't sleep. She was fuckin' scared, Joel. I never saw her like that, ever," Tommy said firmly, watching as Joel's mouth twitched but kept his gaze directed out the window. "You ever think about that? 'Bout what she went through? She nearly tore the place down tryin' to get to you. Never left your side. She woulda cut her arms wide open so you could take her blood had Holly taken any longer to get there."

Joel's eyes dropped to the floor and he pursed his lips as he absorbed what Tommy said.

"That right?" Joel asked softly.

"Yeah, that's right. What the hell you think, Joel? For some reason, she loves you and would do anythin' for you. So maybe quit thinkin' about yourself for once," Tommy snapped, leaning back in his chair.

"I just feel so goddamn useless, Tommy," Joel said quietly, still looking at the ground. "I hate sittin' around like this."

Tommy sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Think of it like a vacation, because I'm gonna have your ass back on patrol as soon as possible, and you'll miss havin' your own personal nurse around, waitin' on you hand and foot."

Tommy picked up an old magazine and began leafing through it.

"You wanna watch a movie or somethin'?" Tommy asked, his eyes still glued to the magazine.

"Sure, yeah, pick whatever you want," Joel mumbled, lost in thought.

You came home from work, feeling guilty that you enjoyed the break away from the house, but you couldn't deny that a few hours helped quell your anger. Sighing, you walked into the kitchen to find Tommy doing the dishes.

"Oh, Tommy, you don't have to do that," you said as you walked up next to him and leaned against the counter, your back to the living room and Joel.

"It's no trouble, darlin'," Tommy said with a grin as he finished the last plate. "I fed the beast, so you try to take it easy tonight, yeah?"

You smirked at his nickname for Joel and nodded.

"Sure. Thanks again for sitting with him while I worked, we both appreciate it," you told him while he dried his hands and gave Joel a quick wave as you walked him to the front door.

"Anytime. I also set him straight for you," he said quietly with a wink. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. As if that man could ever be reasoned with.

"Good night, Tommy," you said as you shut the door. You took a deep breath, digging deep to find the patience to deal with Joel for the rest of the night. You really hoped he wasn't going to continue your argument from earlier. Between his round the clock care and your job, you were barely getting any sleep, and you just didn't have the energy to fight any more.

"Hey," you said tiredly as you made your way into the living room. Joel looked up from the TV when you spoke and reached for the remote to turn it down. You were about to collapse into the loveseat across from him when he stopped you.

"Why don't you come sit by me?" he asked softly. You gave him a look before you nodded and sat down on his left, leaning on the arm of the couch as you tucked your legs under you.

"What are you watching?" you asked with a yawn, trying to place the movie playing on the screen.

"Tired?" he asked, ignoring your question. You nodded, your eyes still on the TV. He reached out to place a hand on your thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze, finally drawing your attention onto him.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," he said as he absentmindedly rubbed your leg. "I shouldn't've said all that to you, I didn't mean it. I appreciate everythin' you're doin' for me, I'm just... restless, or somethin'. And I took it out on you."

Your eyebrows shot up, surprised, as you stared into his deep, brown eyes. Eyes that were filled with shame and regret. You rested one of your hands on top of his, your thumb rubbing small circles over his knuckles.

"It's alright," you told him with a small smile. "I'm sorry, too."

"What are you sorry for?" Joel asked. You paused for a moment, opening your mouth to answer, but he cut you off.

"Are you sorry for spendin' all your time takin' care of some old, ungrateful jackass?"

The corner of your mouth twitched before you replied.

"You're not that old," you teased, and he smirked. "I just let all the stress get to me. It's fine, really. Maybe I'll go to bed early tonight, or something."

"Hm," he said, turning back to the TV.

"What?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothin'. Just was thinkin' maybe I can help you relax, considerin' how much you do for me," he said lowly, looking down as his fingers inched up your leg and brushed underneath the hem of your shorts.

"You have a broken pelvis, remember?" you said with a laugh.

"Yeah, but my fingers work just fine," he said, looking up at you and leaning over. His gaze darkened as he let his hand slide down between your legs, running his finger up the seam of your denim shorts and pressing gently against your clothed heat. You gasped and gripped his wrist.

"Joel," you whispered in a poor attempt to stop him as heat immediately bloomed between your legs. "You don't have to."

"I know. I wanna take care of you for once, please let me," he begged, leaning closer and wrapping his arm around your shoulders, tugging you towards him so he could slot his lips against yours while his other hand made its way to your hip, squeezing you there before he reached for the button of your jeans.

"Take these off," he whispered against your mouth after he pulled your zipper all the way down. You eagerly lifted your hips to pull down your underwear and shorts in one go, then brought your arms up to wrap around his neck as his tongue slid past your lips.

You were still sitting next to each other, the cast on his leg prohibiting him from doing much except sitting and laying on his back. You frowned when you realized this and pulled back, his mouth falling to your neck instead.

"How?" you asked him breathily. You slid your eyes shut and tilted your head back so he could gain better access to the underside of your jaw, letting out a low moan when he located your pulse point, his scratchy beard rubbing on your delicate skin.

"Sit on my lap," he mumbled against you before tipping his head in the other direction so he could pay the same mind to the other side of your throat.

"But, your -" you began, about to point out his many injuries were still healing before he cut you off.

"Sit on my fuckin' lap," he growled impatiently, his hands falling to your hips and giving you a forceful tug towards him. You decided to compromise, swinging your leg over to straddle him while you hovered above his hips, being mindful of applying too much weight. You brought your hands up to cup his face and crushed his lips with a bruising kiss, feverishly licking inside his mouth as you realized just how much you missed him, and that it had been so long since he last touched you. Even before the accident, his patrol route was exhausting him to the point where he was falling asleep before the sun set.

"Look at you," he whispered as he tipped his head back, breaking the kiss and looking you up and down, his eyes lingering at the way you were spread open for him. "I'm the luckiest son of a bitch in the world."

You felt your cheeks flush at the compliment, still taken aback at the change in him from just a few hours ago.

"Wow, what happened here when I was gone?" you asked him teasingly as you raked your fingers through his dark curls. Your breath hitched as he ran both his palms slowly up your bare thighs, squeezing gently as he made his way closer to the ache between your legs.

"Me and Tommy had a talk," he said, watching your face closely as his finger slid along your folds, causing you to jump.

"Easy," Joel murmured softly while pressing a warm kiss against your collarbone. You sighed and rolled your shoulders, trying to relax.

"It's been so long, Joel," you whimpered, trying to explain your reaction.

"I know, sweetheart," he cooed, bringing his middle finger back up to trace your seam again while his other hand held your hip steady this time. "Should be a fuckin' crime. You deserve to be worshipped every single day."

Joel sunk his middle finger inside you right as he finished his sentence, making you toss your head back with a moan. He smirked, always pleased he could pull those sounds out of you while he looked up to admire your face. Your eyes were squeezed shut, brows pinched, and your mouth hung open as you focused on the sensation of his thick finger stretching you out for the first time in weeks.

"So tight," he grunted, his eyes glazed over as he watched you struggle to find your breath while his finger slowly pumped in and out of your pulsing cunt. "Gotta relax."

You swallowed roughly and nodded, opening your eyes and softening your brow as you sucked air in through your parted lips. Once you felt yourself adjust, you began to bounce lightly on his hand, trying to match his rhythm, your fingertips digging into his shoulders for leverage.

"More," you whispered, licking your lips. Joel couldn't help the smug grin that spread across his face as he pulled his middle finger out of your pussy and popped it into his mouth, along with his pointer finger. You groaned when he gave you a satisfied wink at the taste. He brought his fingers back between your legs and pushed them both inside, your cunt immediately gripping his digits at the intrusion.

"Shit, that's it," Joel groaned, curling his fingers against your warm walls while he watched you bounce up and down on his hand again, this time with more force. You dropped your head to rest on his shoulder, your fingers digging harder into his arms.

"Remind me to thank Tommy tomorrow," you panted in his ear as a familiar pressure began building in your lower abdomen and warmth crawled up your chest and neck.

"He told me. 'Bout that night," he said through clenched teeth, trying to ignore his painfully hard cock. His other hand was held firmly on your hip, guiding you up and down to match the rhythm of his flicking wrist. He felt your hips stutter as you processed what he said, then you slowed down and leaned back to look at him.

"What about it?" you asked him quietly. He could sense your demeanor changing, so he lifted his thumb up to press against your clit, earning a sharp gasp from your throat before you reached down to stop him.

"What about it?" you asked again, firmly this time, staring down at him. He removed his hand from your hip so he could wrap it around the back of your neck, his thumb rubbing gently against your jaw.

"Told me how tore up you were, tryin' to see me," he whispered, his fingers pumping in and out of you painfully slow as he spoke. "How you couldn't eat or sleep, wouldn't leave my side." He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he felt his eyes begin to water. He blinked quickly before asking, "all that true?"

You sniffed and nodded before you began to roll your hips against his hand again. His thumb stroked along your jaw as you gazed at each other, the atmosphere in the room shifting to one more serious.

"I was so scared, Joel," you admitted quietly, your voice small. "I thought you were going to die."

Your lower lip trembled for a moment as you reached up to run your finger gently down his stubbled cheek and then again down the length of his nose as if to remind yourself he was real, that he lived and he was going to be okay. You let out a soft whimper when he pressed his thumb back against your clit, circling the bundle of nerves.

"It's okay, I'm right here," he whispered, pulling you down so he could press his lips against your mouth quickly before resting his forehead on yours. He dropped his hand back to your hip and urged you to go faster, curling his fingers inside you again until he found that spot that made your back arch.

"I can't lose you," you gasped as two tears slid down your cheeks. You pressed your forehead into his harder now, the muscles in your stomach tightening as his fingers expertly began to pull an orgasm out of you. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too, sweetheart," he said, leaning forward to suck a bruise into the delicate skin on your throat. His chest ached for causing you so much pain, wishing desperately he could take it all away.

You felt yourself clamp down on his fingers as his thumb slid back and forth across your clit, quickly bringing you to the edge.

"Shit, I'm -" you gasped and tilted your head back, unable to finish your sentence as you felt your orgasm begin to wash over you, a filthy moan erupting from your throat. Your legs shook and your vision went spotty as you felt your neck and face flush from the intensity.

"Ohmygod, Joel - fuck - " you cried out, swinging your head forward to rest on his shoulder as you tried to catch your breath.

"You're so fuckin' beautiful, I love makin' you feel good," he mumbled against you, gently biting at your earlobe. His fingers slowed inside you, waiting until he felt your body relax before he pulled them out to palm his erection through his sweatpants. You hissed at the loss, your cunt clenching around nothing, already missing his touch.

Forehead still resting on his shoulder, you panted lightly for breath, and glancing down, watched as he ran his hand aggressively up and down his clothed cock, trying to find some relief. A lazy smirk spread across your face.

You reached down to swat his hand away and dipped your fingers below his waistband. Your other hand gripped the sweatpants you cut a pantleg off so he could fit his casted leg through, and, giving them a little tug down, watched as his hard length bobbed up and slapped against his stomach.

Wrapping your hand gently around his cock, you slowly began to drag your fist up and down, your thumb brushing over his slit and collecting the wetness there.

"Fuck, sweetheart, you - ouch," he gasped with a wince. You froze and lifted your hips up even higher, glancing down to make sure you didn't accidentally sit on him.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" you asked, letting him go as you were about to swing your leg back over, but his hand shot up to stop you, gripping your thigh firmly to hold you in place.

"You're fine, wasn't you," he rasped, opening his eyes to look at you. "I moved my hips. When you touched me, I - nevermind, keep goin'," he said with a shake of his head and reached for your hand, placing it back around his erection.

"Are you sure?" you asked, but began to slowly move your fist up and down anyway. He nodded, his eyes sliding shut while he leaned his head back on the couch cushion.

"Yeah. Fuck, that's it - faster," he mumbled, one eye peering open so he could find your wrist to show you the pace he preferred.

"So impatient," you teased with a smirk, and he huffed. "But that's okay," you whispered, leaning forward as you twisted your wrist up and down his cock, feeling it pulse under your fingertips. "I'll give you whatever you want, baby."

"Don't say shit like that to me, gonna make me come way too fast" he said with a groan, his fingers releasing their death grip on your leg to press firmly against your overly sensitive clit again, making you cry out.

"Oh god, Joel," you whined, your head falling forward on his shoulder again. You could feel the tears pricking the corners of your eyes as your thighs shook, your body still too sensitive from your first orgasm.

"Can't wait til I can fuck you again," he gasped, another dribble of precum trickling over his tip as your fist continued to work him up and down. "I'm gonna spend the whole day inside this perfect little pussy, you hear me?"

You nodded, your head still resting on his shoulder, your eyes closed and your mouth agape as his fingers pressed quick circles over your clit. The pain from the overstimulation quickly subsided as your stomach began to tighten again, your breaths coming in short drags.

"Whole town's gonna hear you screamin' my name," he continued to ramble, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt the white-hot flames begin to burn in his lower abdomen. "All fuckin' day. Gonna be filled with my cock, or my fingers, or my tongue. You ain't gonna be able to walk the next day, I can promise you that."

You gasped his name, cunt pulsing around nothing as you felt a trickle of your release drip down your leg, his filthy words taking you right over the edge of your second orgasm. Your hand only paused for a second on his cock before you continued to jerk him up and down, faster now, wanting him to join you.

"Shit, I'm gonna come," Joel groaned, his hand falling from your center and his head leaning back so he could watch your fist work him.

"Wait," you said, shakily lifting your hips so you could bring your feet to the ground between his legs. Gently, you nudged his good leg to the side so he would give you more room to sink to your knees before him. You looked up at him through your eyelashes and opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue before wrapping your fingers around his cock again. You tapped the underside of his tip on the warm surface of your tongue, letting him know where you wanted it. With a low moan and his fingers clutching your hair, he watched, entranced, as his hot, white ropes of cum covered your tongue, his gaze darkening as you stared him right in the eye and swallowed with a smirk.

"I mean it, sweetheart," he panted, unblinking with a shake of his head. "All day. All fuckin' day."

"Don't make promises you can't keep, Mr. Miller," you told him, standing up and bracing yourself with your arms planted on either side of his head. You leaned down to give him a soft kiss before you twisted your body, collapsing on the couch next to him and tiredly pulling your clothes back on.

You laid there for a while, the side of your head resting on his good leg as you both caught your breath and stared mindlessly at the TV, not absorbing any of the dialogue while his fingers drew lazy circles on your back.

"I'm sorry I put you through all this," he said, breaking the silence. You turned your head so you could look up at him while he spoke. "Shoulda been more careful. That place was fallin' apart, I don't know what the hell I was thinkin'."

He looked down to meet your gaze, his eyes flitting across your face before he tucked a loose piece of hair behind your ear.

"You were thinking you had a town to help protect," you told him, sitting up. "That's what you do. You keep us safe, and you find things to bring back to help us survive." You reached a hand out to cup his face. "All that matters is you're going to be okay."

"No," he said, his hand coming up to cover the one you had pressed against his cheek. "You are all that matters." He pulled your hand away, giving it a quick kiss before holding it in his lap. "You are all I care about keepin' safe."

His eyes fluttered shut a moment before he sighed and opened them again.

"I've been lookin' for you my whole damn life. I ain't gonna fuck it up now," he said, his voice pained. "I promise you, I'll be more careful."

You scooted closer to him, leaning in to press your mouth against his, your lips pulling at his lower lip tenderly before leaning back. His hand came up to grip your chin, his thumb running gently over your lip.

"Will you sleep down here with me tonight?" he asked you earnestly. You nodded right away.

"Of course," you said with a small smile. "I was already planning on it."

The couch wasn't very big, so since his injury, you've been sleeping alone in bed. But after the emotional day, you each felt the urge to remain close. So, you gathered your pillows and an extra blanket and made yourself a bed on the loveseat, but somehow ended up squeezed onto the couch with Joel, curled up at his side, right where you both belonged.

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grapejuicestyless · 30 days

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So Long, London

Harry Styles x fem!reader

Summery: Years and years of love and affection couldn’t amount to the floods of tears that flooded the once prosperous city you danced through.

From a young age I’ve always wondered what death feels like. Those who have experienced it aren’t here to tell us their stories. Would it hurt, could I feel it clenching my heart in its dark grasp or would I sigh in my sleep and let the darkness take me with no sense of slipping away.

As I walk down the old roads I used to dance on, I understand the concept of it better now that my heals hit the concrete like bullet shells falling to the floor. The vibrant red brick seemed duller nowadays, moss covering the once new white concrete holding all these places I often visited together.

To me, death wasn’t the last breath of air in my lungs escaping, it wasn’t the melodic beeping of the machines beside me in a hospital room, but something that drowned me from the inside out.

His smell is stuck to all my clothes, his smile carved into the back of my phone case from the polaroids of us I kept for keepsakes for years. I can still hear his voice, it’s all around me in the people passing by on the street, the same accent fresh in my mind, his last words knives in my heart.

He swore that he loved me, but where were the clues? I died at the alter waiting for the proof. His green eyes flashing with mischief as he lied to my heart to keep me close, his bluest days tainting my mind, my endless sympathy forcing me to stay even with the gun stuck against the back of my head.

I don’t remember the end, only the feeling of my spine splitting under the weight of his body as I pulled him in closer each time he slipped out of reach. Only the fading of his smile as I gave up trying to make him laugh after so many failed attempts. The heart was dead, I stopped CPR after all, there was no use. Our love was long dead, lying buried with our faltering spirits. He killed me when he killed our relationship, two graves dug with one gun.

He swore that he loved me, and his face looked just like the man who said it to me and meant it, so I believed him as he led me down the street with his hands in his pockets.

For so long, I loved london. My clothes out of place, made for the states and carried across to my home where he laid in the dimming light of our sunroom. For so long, I held him and guided his heart to mine, I let him take parts of me I’ll never be able to rebuild. And I’m angry that I gave him all that youth for free, but I’m just mad as hell because I loved this place.

And he claims I abandoned the ship, he writes it in the songs on his albums and sends the troops to my front door, breaking down the home I just rebuilt but they’ll never know how I was going down with it, my white knuckle dying grip holding onto his quiet resentment.

But truly how much sad did he think I had left in me to give? How much tragedy? Just how low did he believe I could before I would self-implode, waiting for his grays and blacks to turn back into the vibrancy I fell so deeply in love with.

And as I walk these streets, his scent fading from my clothes, I can feel the color coming back to my face, and I feel bad for anyone who stops me on the streets and asks me to grab a coffee, because the hole in my heart is black and it’s pulling in anything in it’s path, it’s destructive and dangerous and it acts a lot like him.

He’ll find someone, my stitches will come undone and my heart will die as I lay silently on the empty floor of the apartment I never thought I would see again.

I have to leave, I know it even in this post-death mist. I am a ghost walking down these once euphoric streets we walked hand in hand across. I can’t let myself rot like he did, I won’t let myself get left behind like he intended.

And I’m just mad as hell because I once loved this place.

But for now, it’s so long, london.

#harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #harry x reader #harrystyles #harry styles

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Frat War

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"Sweet dreams," he said and knocked on my helmet. Then he gave me the finger straight in my face. "See you tomorrow or whenever," turned off the lights, and closed the door.

I was alone in the darkness. The only sound I could hear was the vibrator, or perhaps I just felt it and imagined the sound. I tried to jiggle around a bit to see if I could get loose, but I was securely tied up. It wasn't uncomfortable, perhaps not surprising given all the padded sports gear they forced on me, but I would probably have burning muscle aches when they eventually cut me loose. Right now it was the pungent smell of locker room from the gear that bothered me more, or perhaps even more the sock gag they taped in place. It just kept leaking a foul, sour taste. They can't be this bad naturally so it must be because of the oil.

Fuck, I'm losing it. My mind keeps wandering and not focusing. I'll take it from the start.

So someone in the linear algebra class asked if I could walk by the KAX frat house on my way home and hand over some homework to Chase. I didn't recall seeing him before, but then the class lecture hall is large and some people are watching the classes remotely. I assumed we had spoken though, because how else would he know I passed the frat house on my route? "Sure," I said and grabbed the manilla folder from him.

After one lecture in mechanics, friction more specifically, I was on my way home. The KAX frat house was a weird-looking brick building that had been some sort of school before it was converted, with a decent-sized front garden. I walked up the gravel walk to the door and just as I was about to press the buzzer the door flung open and a half dozen dudes tackled me to the floor.

"Hey! Let me" was all I managed to shout out before someone stuck a rolled towel between my teeth. I was pressed down into the floor by several hands and knees. "You find it? Is it him?" someone asked. I could hear rummaging above me. "Yeah, it's here. Schematics, codes, everything. He even put it in a folder with KAX written on it. What a fucking stealth ninja."

I had been set up! For what I didn't know, but I started to struggle and shout pleadings to them, which probably came out as muffled nonsense. "Spritz him," someone else said, and soon after a pair of hands held my head still, while a third inserted something into one nostril, sprayed a mist into it, and I blacked out.

"He's awake," someone called out far in the distance, and I wondered who he meant. There was something in my mouth but as I tried to reach for it someone grabbed my arm. Slowly the frat house and the ambush came back to me and I opened my eyes. I saw myself in a large, wall-mounted mirror, sitting relaxed in an armchair that had been placed in a home gym. I was dressed almost completely as a football player. Cleats, socks, tight pants, undershirt, and two guys were about to tie the shoulder pads in place. I had two black streaks under my eyes and duct tape over my mouth keeping whatever in place. There was a funky smell of locker room as if the uniform hadn't been washed. "Almost done. Keep calm and don't struggle, and we won't knock you out again."

I wasn't sure what was happening, but I was pretty sure I wouldn't get far if I tried to fight them. The guys put on a football Jersey in the school team's colors, followed by elbow pads and gloves. Then they helped me up from the armchair and moved me over to their lat pulldown machine, I think it's called. It looked like it came from a professional gym that I imagine the frat had grabbed at some bankruptcy auction. In the few steps over I could feel something else was wrong. I had been so overwhelmed by the sensations of a full football outfit I hadn't noticed something was weird in the groin area.

Once seated on the machine the guys started to tie me in place with thick ropes. Another pair of guys carried the armchair out of the room so the only remaining furniture was gym equipment. I was still at a loss for what the purpose, as well as the reason, for all this was. In front of me one guy rolled up a white sock that was discolored as if it had been heavily used in black shoes. He then picked up a small bottle, unscrewed it, and used the dropper from the lid to squirt some liquid into the rolled-up sock. He then tore off a new strip of duct tape, ripped off the tape from my face, replaced the cloth in there with the sock roll, and taped it shut again. I figured if I resisted they would just use whatever that spritz was again.

"We have a private cannabis oil blend with some other shit mixed in that gives you these amazing sexual highs. Just rock hard for hours while you can space out to your favorite porn. Very dangerous to use too often or too long." He pressed a helmet on my head and locked it in place with the strap. "With the concentration you're getting, and released over such a long time, you'll end up forming completely new sexual attractions to whatever you're subjected to." He pressed something near my hip and I could feel what might have been a cockring starting to vibrate. "To what is however the question." He was about to leave when one of the other guys pointed at something on the floor.

He reached down and plugged in an air humidifier. "We put so much effort into this, and I almost forgot it. We've been pulling moisture out of gym clothes for months to create this experience for you. I'm really interested in what the outcome is. The original idea was to turn you gay for football jocks, but I think it's more likely you'll end up sexually attracted to locker rooms. Or bondage. Well, tell your bros at the frat we won the prank battle this year."

My mouth was filled with bitter, sour taste and my eyes started having trouble focusing on him.

"Fuck, it stinks. Let's leave boys before it sticks in the hair. I bet it takes weeks to get out. Sweet dreams," he said and knocked on my helmet.

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yanderes-galore · 6 months

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Can you do Mike afton with your prompts 57, 53, and 10? Also can it be romantic?

Sure! I'll see what I can do :) Been a bit since I've done this AU. This is a new take on it.

@okchijt helped me with this so this is mostly their take while I filled in the plot they gave me. Requester wanted FLS AU.

Yandere! FLS! Michael Afton Concept

What is the FLS AU?

Yandere! FLS AU! Michael Afton Prompts 57, 53, and 10

"You're stuck with me, like it or not."

"I left you a few voice mails, why didn't you pick up?"

"I've given myself all to you! Yet you call me a monster!"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Violence, Breaking and entering, Manipulation, Kidnapping implied, Forced relationship implied.

The phone rings on and on as you type away at your keyboard. On screen is an email soon to be sent to your boss, Henry. You were nearly at a breakthrough on an important case.

Incriminating evidence filled the email. Many documents and notes were attached all about two people behind a long list of murders. The case of The Aftons was very important to your employer.

Your job was to play detective. You were meant to work for them at their Pizzeria, collect evidence, then leave. That was it... that was the job.

Then one of them, the son, got attached.

You had a feeling he caught on to you. Even now as you type away and prepare to send Henry your evidence your phone rings. You knew it was him, the voice mails were endless.

You hadn't bothered to listen to them. Instead you focused on your email by putting on the final touches. Then your mouse drifted to the send button...

Only for the power to cut.

You go silent, eyes blown wide and looking at the computer in shock. There wasn't any storms. Did you flip something by accident?

"I left you a few voice mails, why didn't you pick up? Are you ignoring me?"

The voice echoes from close by and you feel the hair on your skin shoot up. You spin your chair around and search the darkness for answers. Unfortunately... your questions are answered.

Michael stands in the doorway of the room. His posture is confident and he stares at you like you're his newest prey. You can only stare as he blocks your exit.

"Don't you know how much I've done for you?" Michael sighs. "I've been protecting you from my father as I already know your plans. I could've just killed you... but now I like you too much for that."

The man in front of you does a fake pout while leaning in the doorway. The fact he knew everything made your heart drop to your stomach. He's more clever than you thought.

"I've already sacrificed so much by allowing these games to play out. However, this still means I have to prevent you from exposing the family business, y'know?" Michael sighs, playing with your emotions to satiate the sadism within him.

"You're a monster for doing all of this!" You yell at the man. You can see Michael feign shock and surprise before chuckling.

"I've given myself all to you! Yet you call me a monster!" Michael accuses in a playful manner before turning serious. "I could've just killed you, but I'm nice enough to protect you and let you live!"

You quickly stand up to keep distance as Michael walks forward. Despite the situation you manage to keep yourself calm. It's in the line of work, after all. Yet you still find yourself shaking when he gets close to you.

"I've been so patient with you. I think things should go my way for once, shouldn't they?" Michael hums towards you. You try to run around him but he catches you with ease. It's funny to him... did you not think he was an experienced killer?

You feel your chest hit the desk hard as your arms are held behind your back. The resulting impact causes the computer to crash onto the ground, the email and evidence now long destroyed. Panic sets in as struggle and fight against the killer behind you.

Said killer only appears excited by your fate.

"I think it's time you rest, dear. Isn't it getting late?" Michael coos, raising the knife in his hand. You suddenly feel a blunt object smack into your head before your vision darkens.

"You're stuck with me, like it or not." Michael whispers with a giggle before your vision fails you.

#yandere five nights at freddy's #yandere fnaf #fnaf father like son au #yandere fls michael afton #yandere michael afton

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the-ghost-boo · 5 months

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The Royal Pardon - Part 1 [Gay Smut]

All characters are above the age of 18.

Hi! This is just another story that I’ve been writing. I was thinking of making it a multi-parter so if you do want a second part make sure to tell me below! As always, I hope you enjoy it - it’s my second ever story so I’m still developing my writing style! Happy reading <3

- The Ghost Boo

It’s not every day that you mess up a prince’s live televised speech. The wind howls as I’m escorted through the long winding palace corridors by stone faced guards and I can’t help but shiver nervously. I’m not anyone important, just some nobody assistant working for the palace who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He was in the middle of his speech, speaking passionately about something which I wasn’t paying much attention to - OK I may have been focusing on the noticeable bulge showing beneath his tight trousers when I was meant to be checking the wiring but how can I help it?

Tripping over the wire and falling straight into the prince was not exactly my most gracious moment, but I’ll take what life gives me and in that moment life gave me something I’d only ever dreamed about - I was on top of the prince, pinning him down to the ground below. I was stuck in my fantasy while hell broke loose around me. At least until the Royal Guards dragged me off of him and away.

I’m now here to apologise to him and while it might be nerve wracking, I’m also excited to see the prince again, even if he might be mad at me.

We finally reach the prince’s room and one of the guards knocks on the door.

“Come in”, calls the prince from inside.

As the door swings open, I can’t help but feel slightly lightheaded as I look at the prince. His soft brown hair creates a halo around his perfect face and his dimples stare me in the face.

“You may leave us”, he says softly to the guards.

Seemingly unsure as to whether to leave, the guards look at each other nervously and shuffle in their places. Apparently it’s unusual for the prince to ask them to leave whilst talking to someone.

“Leave now!”. His voice takes on a more commanding tone and they instantly walk out of the room, quietly shutting the door behind them.

I just stand there in silence, looking at him before I realise what I’m meant to be doing. It’s too late though and the prince starts talking.

“Quite a mess you made yesterday”.

Surprisingly he doesn’t sound angry, he seems to be just making a remark.

“I-i’m really sorry your majesty”, I manage to stammer out, “it was a complete accident. I didn’t mean to. Please don’t fire me though, this is all I have, I need this job. I’ll do anything, just please keep me”.

“Ah yes”, the prince responds, “it would be a huge shame for me to have to fire someone, I hope that it won’t come to that”.

“I hope so too”, the words come out of my mouth before I can stop them.

“So, you’ll do anything?” he asks.

“Anything your majesty”, I reply.

Before I can even process what’s happening, he stands up and pulls down his trousers in one fluid movement, leaving him in only some very tight white boxers.

He smirks at me as he tells me, “you said you'd do anything. Well if you want to keep your job and get a royal pardon, then you’ll do exactly what I say”.

Unbeknownst to him, my wildest fantasies are coming true. I'd dreamed of this since I’d started working at the palace a few months ago and first laid my eyes on him.

“Come forward”, his voice takes on the commanding tone that it did when he spoke to his guards outside, “I need some help. Unfortunately for me it’s not easy to get sexual pleasures as a prince, the only encounters I’ve had have been with me, myself and I”.

I swallow as he pushes me down to my knees and I’m left facing his impressive bulge. His hands make their way to the back of my head and he pushes it forward until my lips are left touching the soft felt fabric. A musky smell fills my nose - he’s definitely ejaculated into these boxers before.

Softly, he moves away for a second and slips the boxers down his bare legs and flings them into a pile on his bed. His absolutely huge soft cock is now dangling between his legs and without him even needing to say anything, I lunge forward.

I slowly rub my lips against it, tasting it, a tangy taste filling my mouth. Gradually, it starts to grow, until a fully erect 9 inch pole stares back at me. I look up and see the prince smiling at me from above.

“Suck it”, he commands, “and if you do well, not only will you keep your job - you’ll get a promotion”.

That’s all the motivation I need. I hungrily enclose my mouth around the head, peeling back the foreskin with my mouth. My tongue slips out and I start to lick all around, wetting his dick with my hot saliva. Eventually, I place my mouth around his shaft and start to suck passionately, moving my head up and down it at a rapid pace. Soft moans escape his mouth as he pushes into me, banging against the back of my throat with his dick. I’ve never sucked anyone before, so it surprises me that I’m able to fit the whole 9 inches down my throat.

“Good boy”, the prince moans from above me, “you’re doing great”.

As my mouth moves up and down, tongue swirling around, enveloping his member, his moans start to increase in volume and frequency. Seemingly unable to resist the urge, he grabs fistfuls of my jet black hair and starts to violently slam my head back and forth. Wow, he’s face fucking me.

Again and again, the tip of his dick slams against the back of my throat and I try not to gag as his salty pre-cum drips down into my throat.

Eventually his breathing becomes laboured and he starts to groan. Inside my mouth, I feel him about to climax and quickly, he pulls his dick out of my mouth and holds it above my head. My mouth opens eagerly and I stare up at it, ready to accept whatever he wants to deposit on me.

Finally, after a few short moments, his cock starts to convulse and long ropes of salty white cum start to spurt out, splashing over my face. I shut my eyes as it runs down my face and into my eyes. I open my mouth though and try to swallow as much of that salty whiteness as I can. I’m in ecstasy as the last few drops fall onto my hair, leaving me covered in his spunk.

Wanting to clean himself up, he pushes his helmet onto the tip of my mouth and I slightly open it, my tongue flicking out to clear the last few droplets of cum from it.

Above me, I heard a low groan and he says, “Well, that’s a promotion for sure!”

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max-the-many · 1 month

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Another skipped one:

'body a day' #22: satisfied

It really isn't just the urge to grab a sexy hunk. It is more than that, a feeling, that I can hardly discribe, a feeling, that comes in all shapes, sizes, variations, captivating me ever since I discovered that book, especially that spell that gifted me with such incredible possibilities.

I found it in the library I help sometimes, burried between heaps of junk, old books, magazines and stuff. It looked rather unassuming, the cover damaged and old, covered with old wrapping paper.

As I opened it, the smell of dust and ages of neglect emerged. I grinned as I read the content. Yet I couldn't help but get curious.

So I took it with me, browsing through the book every now and than. It all seemed so well written, so real. I dove into it more and more, playing with the thought of it beeing real up to the point, where I started to practice some basic focusing- excercises, gathering mterials as I stumbled upon them, getting others via dubious sources online.

Just weeks later I found myself sitting inside my room, feeling a rther strong tingle in my fingers while murmuring ancient lines, sending waves through my body I can only discribe as energy in lack of better words.

According to the book, the ritual I chose would let me do a procedure I didn't even know would create a craving I couldn't get out of my head. And as I got this far, I had to bring it further. I had to try whaat all these preparations were meant for.

The next days I hardly thought of other things, distracted, confused, fighting at times if I should do it, if I even have the right to do such a thing.

One long evening walk a few days past that intense sensation I still had only that thought, strolling through the streets, looking at people, guys, at myself in storefronts, still feeling the echo of that tingle, that energy. And like the days before, it grew, when I thought about it. At times I even started to chant the words.

When I walked around a corner, entering an empty alley, I couldn't stop it anymore. As I saw a guy entering from the other side I mumbled on, intensified my words, my focus, feeöing that emergy up until I reached out when we walked past eachother, touching his wrist when my body collapsed. Or rather it felt like that with a rush of that energy jolted through my fingers, my sight getting blurry, my body hardly able to keep itself upright.

And when I was able to collect myself again, I noticed a pile on the ground, a pile, where that guy just walked over, nowheee else to be seen. A pile of clothes, topped by... hair? I bent downwards, touching that strange, rubbery material underneath, cautiosly picking it up.

A moment of horror ran through my head when I recognized the features of that guy. But not only that. It worked!

But as I heared a sound I quickly gathered that lump of whatever was left of him, making sure to cover that skinlike material with his clothes before I rushed through the city back home.

Back in my flat I could still not believe it, sitting infront of that pile. Did I kill him? Did it hurt? Slowly I started to explore it, picked the clothes off the hollow body. Seeing him spread out on my bed, his deflated shape, sprinkled with hair, again, I felt the unease of all those questions in my head.# But now, that I had gone so far, I figured, I had to finish it. So I undressed. Again, standing infront of his hull for quite a bit before I picked him up, ashamed of the reaction below my belly.

When I turned it around, searching for the opening, described in the book, it seemed like the touch of my fingers created it alk by itself. So I went on, stuck my foot inside with a noticable shudder, sliding down to what was left from his foot, following by the other one. I was quite releaved as the material turned out to be very flexible. So I pulled it up and over my hips before I slid my hands inside, followed by pulling it over my shoulder.

Still unsure of how I should feel about it I went to the mirror. To see me, wearing this skinlike hull really gave me the creeps. It didn't really feel like skin and I was very happy about that as it otherwise would have been even harder to compensate. To see the frame of that guy stretched around me rather distorted was strange enough.

For the last step I thrn grabbed the mask, surprised to not smell anything at all as I pulled it over my face. I hesitated for a moment. When the mask was on that should be the final step. This should finish the process. Dispite everything else in the book worked out exactly as written so far I still was slightly concerned if something could go wrong. But eventually I pulled the mask that final inch.

And there it was. I could clearly feel the opening merging until there was no tracable seam. And along with that, my ehole body seemed to come in motion, shifting, stretching and shrinking while my head spun around, dizzying me to the point where I sank down to the ground. I nearly fainted, trying to keep myself somewhat up as I sat on the ground, having the world twisting, blurring before my eyes, my skin feeling like it melted.

I couldn't really tell how long it took until I recovered, until I was somewhat clear again. I even had to remind myself, what was happening again, starting to check my body. It felt... normal, yet different. Was it all an illusion? I couldn't really tell by looking at my hands as I was still kind of hazy, so I stood up.

When I ended up infront of the mirror though, I almost fell down again. Looking back from the surface was... that guy! In disbelief I lifted my hand, feeling my face. So did that huy. It was me, him, I was him! I... wore him. Again, a shiver ran down my spine with that thought.

But along with this utter discomfort, I couldn't hekp but beeing fascinated, mareled by the sight if that man. He was particularly handsome, quite average, in shape aswell, dark blonde hair, a slight belly, but not too much. But to experience myself in this different body was absolutely captivating and in some strange, and totally unexpected way it gave me this sense of... satisfaction.

#body a day #male bodysuit #male skinsuit

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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AITA for yelling at my mom because of incense?💭

( emoji so I can recognise my submission and this is a hella long post so be warned)

So I (16F) really hate smoke. And I mean beyond the regular hate, I mean like the moment I smell smoke I instantly become very, very angry. I'm not sure why exactly, I suspect it might be because I'm on the autism spectrum but I haven't been officially diagnosed so take this with a grain of salt. Also just to clarify, I have no lung issues which would cause me to be extra effected by smoke, it's almost entirely psychological.

My mom (50F) got into this whole spiritual circle stuff about a year ago and does meditation thingies. Involves a lot of rituals, crystals and incense. Not entirely sure the exact reason why but the important thing is this means she is lighting incense almost everyday. As a result, on most days the house smells like smoke. I have told her quite a few times to ventilate properly if she's going to use it but I feel like every time I enter the main room of the house it smells like smoke. However I can manage this by simply shutting my door to avoid getting a lungful of smoke. No, the thing that pisses me off are her "cleansing sessions." This is where she goes through the house waving an incense stick everywhere to "purify the bad spirits." This means I have absolutely nowhere in the house to escape from the smoke and often get forced outside to escape. I have tolerated these "cleansing sessions" a few times but on the most recent one, it happened to be raining extremely heavily. This meant that I was stuck. In a house FILLED with the smell of smoke.

I tried to keep myself calm for a while by ventilating the smoke from under a blanket but even then I could still smell it and it made me raging mad. So I then proceeded to stomp up to my mom and yelled at her. I said some very nasty things which I'm not proud of saying. They were very personal insults mostly pertaining to how her beliefs were bullshit and about her insecurities. We had a shouting match over it which ended in her telling me to go back to my room.

Why I think I could be the asshole here is because:

A. I could have more clearly stated beforehand that I wanted her to stop cleansing my room or at the very least she needs to turn the aircon on when she burns incense.

B. She didn't really deserve the things I said to her. She's a sensitive person and I know it probably deeply hurt her even if she didn't act like it in the moment.

C. I didn't mention it earlier but I have a brother (17M) who has athsma. He has never had any problem breathing or any complaints about my mom burning incense. If anyone would be affected by this the most it would be him and yet he doesn't care. So I feel like I just really overreacted.

Why I think I might not be the asshole here is because:

A. I have asked her before that she ventilate the house properly when she does her meditations and yet every time I can smell it. Sometimes she wont even open the windows so I have to do it myself.

B. She knows how much I dislike the smell of smoke. I have said multiple times how I hate it and every time I have smelt it in the house I've been very obviously annoyed. There was even once incident where our neighbours were having a bonfire and I literally could not sleep in my room because I could smell smoke and had to sleep on the couch. Every time she's done one of these "spiritual cleansings" I have also made it abundantly clear how much I hate this but she doesn't seem to care because it usually forces me outside.

C. As before mentioned, my brother has athsma. While it may not seem like it bothers him I don't know what the long term consequences may be for his lungs. And for my lungs too! Like, I'm not an expert but I don't think regularly breathing in smoke is very good for you. She argues it's "real natural smoke" so it's fine and I told her she should try breathing near a wildfire to see how she liked "real natural smoke."

Anyways, with all these facts considered, random strangers on the internet, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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artdivadej · 1 year

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Survivor's Remorse (III)

Part Three

18+ | NSFW |

Trigger warnings: PTSD, Gore, Death, Sexual Trauma mentioned

Part 4| Part 5| Part 6| Part 7

When I woke up, I was back in Peeta’s bed and not alone. Haymitch must have fetched him once I gave in to my exhaustion. He sat beside me in the bed, propped against the headboard trapped in place by my arms locked around his thighs, my head lying in his lap. Once again keeping him in anchored in place. His fingers ran through my hair tenderly, twirling within the curls and rolling them around his fingers. His right hand just above my forehead, the thumb stroking my temple as he hummed The Willow lullaby in his throat lowly.

Oh, my sweet Peeta.

I couldn’t help it when I nuzzled into his hand as his left thumb began to stroke at my cheek, shifting his hips so he could be closer to me. I wiggled a little as my eyelids fluttered and while Peeta’s humming stopped, his fingers hadn’t. My heart thudded wildly in my chest with the fear of having to face him. Ugh I am such a coward.

“Love”, Peeta called in that honey sweet deep hum of his

Biting my lip, I took a steadying breath and rolled to face him, grateful the curtains of my hair mostly hid my eyes as I peeked through my lashes at him. I relinquish my hold around his thighs and slowly draw myself from his lap in a sitting position beside him, my head still lowered.

How was I supposed to just talk about this?

Biting my lip harder, it took Peeta’s gentle hand on my cheek to snap me out of my inner turmoil. As I nuzzled into his warmth, his thumb slid under my chin tilting it up with ease so that I was now forced to stay trapped in the deep honey filled depths. His eyes saddened just the slightest in the pained blink he gave when he saw that mine were still red and terrified. His index finger slid back and forth across my plump bottom lip and I knew that even red and puffy he wanted to kiss me.

It felt criminal to wish that he would.

“We need to talk” “About?” “Us”

A sharp intake of air was the only answer I gave him. I was ok to talk about this.

“And our first games”

This I was not.

“What about it?” I snap defensively pulling out of his touch.

I don’t want him touching me when the grime of that time still coated my skin. Not those hands.

“I...I don’t want to upset you” “A little late for that” “I’m sorry about that. But, I want to be with you too much to let this be what’s keeping you from me” “Peeta please” “Not this time sweetness”, he shook his head as his blonde curls moved like waves against his forehead.

Mmm. His hair only looked like that when he’d been running his hands through it repeatedly in frustration. He did it a lot when he was stuck on a design of something those strong fingers created. I loved when it was tousled like that.

“First of all, you’ve always had permission to touch me however you wanted to since our first games. I don’t know if you remember but, I’m pretty sure I gave you explicit permission in that cave and again on stage in front of millions of people”

I searched my memory.

The interview.

I told Caesar about how I felt that I could keep Peeta and it gave me hope. I hadn’t wanted to elaborate on what I meant because I wasn’t quite sure myself. Peeta had lit up beside me, his body weight shifting so that he was domineering now dwarfing me with his body and energy on that loveseat. He had whispered it so huskily in my ear, his warm breath fanning against my neck in a way that made me grateful my thighs were pulled up tight on the couch firmly pressed together.

“So, now that you’ve got me, what are you going to do with me?”

When I’d answered him, he’d kissed me with such passion I had the distinct feeling that he would have made love to me right there if there weren’t other people in that room.

“That was not an invitation” “I’m the one who sent it love. I’m pretty sure it was” he chuckled pulling me closer so that he could rest his forehead against mine “Oh sweet girl...I want to kiss you. Really kiss you”

When I didn’t move away his eyes widen a little before his right arm snakes around my waist and pulls me so that my leg is thrown over his, my left tucked on the bed between us. His hand is back on my cheek, my neck arching to meet his eyes. When had he gotten so much taller than me? I didn’t realize I’d licked my lips or been staring at his until his tongue flicked out and copied the action. A small pant of anticipation leaves my lips bringing a small smirk to his lips.

“We have to talk first”, he breathed. “Oh Peeta please” I gasp wanting to stay in this dreamworld he had me trapped in “I promise I’ll have my mouth on every single inch of you tonight” “Oh yes please” “After love”

With a huff I tucked my face into his neck for a minute attempting to calm down. Why was I giving in to my normally easy to stifle urges like this?

I took care of these thoughts I had about Peeta at home.

Alone.

I wasn’t vocal about this. I never admitted my craving for him like this aloud to anyone. What the hell was going on with me? My body still felt heavy, a small thrum like a hummingbird's wing going through my veins.

Morphling. That fucking Haymitch. Traitor.

Peeta turns me in his hold so that my back is to his chest, his large thighs like tree trunks on the outer of mine, fluffy and plump in comparison. When had he gotten so damned hunky?

Well...he was kind of always this way, wasn’t he? When he’d turned 17 and we went to those games I saw a completely different Peeta than I had 2 years before at 15 tossing flour in his parents bakery. Peeta was stocky and cut.

It made sense that every girl but me had noticed and wanted him, not being big on anything outside of survival. Not until I'd volunteered, slamming my hand over Katniss' lips as I violently yank her backwards into line. She had a family and honestly, most of our district to provide for. We hunted together but I had no one that needed me.

I was alone. I always had been. If I could save her then I could help the district stay fed. Even with me dead Gale and Katniss would still be alive to provide the meat for our people. A necessary sacrifice.

“Do you want me to touch you?” “Sometimes”, I admit before I can stop myself and just sigh in defeat knowing the morphling and alcohol has given me a loose tongue regardless. “I’d never thought about any of that until you’d kissed me in the cave. Something just different about that one. I could feel you really didn’t want me to go. I laid up that night going over every good memory I’d ever had. You, your blonde hair, the dandelions that always seemed to grow around you...were always in the background. It was in that cave I realized I’d always been watching you too”

His arms tighten around me and I wish I could see his face. He inclines his head and I can feel his wide grin against my cheek.

“Do you like me?”

I don’t know why but I start gasping for air, tears streaming down my cheeks in resigned guilt, his arms tightening nervously.

“Yes” “Do you love me?” he husks as his breath catches in his throat

I begin to struggle against his stronghold now. If I admit it to him, I can never stay with him. I need to run.

“This is what we need to talk about. Why are you running?” “I can’t. We can’t” “Because of what you think Marvel did to you?”

Now I’m hissing like an angry cat trying to get out of his hold. He barely had to use any effort to keep me still and I was still already almost out of breath. Marvel, the fucking Capitol. The list was growing of thing I didn't want to think about and tried to force myself to forget.

“He didn’t hurt you the way you think he did love” Peeta whispers in that honey sweet drop tone again

I begin to settle but he knows this is a façade and his grip does not slacken in the slightest. He knows me too well.

“Tell me what you remember about that night”

I am now totally still in his arms fighting against the vicious memories. ‘Even if you were just friends, you don’t think you owe him a conversation about what happened?’. I know Haymitch is right so, with a shaky breath that steadies with the tightening of his arms around me, I begin to talk to Peeta about that night.

***

I’d killed 2 tributes who’d been on my tail that day and was bleeding pretty badly from one of them. A career. He’d had a curved blade that sliced me across my stomach from ribcage to ribcage.

I’d fashioned a needle out of my fishhook and used some of my own hair to stitch what I could up to staunch the bleeding, at least until I got to a bag with a real first aid kit in it. I bit down on some tree bark to staunch my screams and give myself something to focus while I stitched myself together.

My sponsors must have liked this.

I was done and washing the blood off by the river, delirious from blood loss (thankfully my was body in shock) when I heard the familiar beeping of a parachute. There was a note from Haymitch. It contained a syringe to give me a boost of some blood supplement to keep me going and a 3 oz jar.

HIDE & APPLY –H.

Whatever it was, he knew it would leave me open to attack. I’d need recovery time.

Injecting the needle directly into my neck I look around the bank hoping it has some rock caverns like the one further upstream does.

It doesn’t.

Shit.

Maybe I can make it there before the adrenaline wears off? I’d been looking for Peeta for most of the day when the Careers had caught up to me and I was exhausted. As I stumbled along, I found a nice one that was perfect for daytime sleeping too. Covering the entrance with twigs and leaves I dipped inside of the camouflage.

Once tucked neatly inside I lay my back against the left side of the entrance’s wall. Pulling my shirt off I unwrapped the bandages I’d hastily wrapped around myself and began to slather the blue ointment on generously. It had an instant numbing sensation before it felt like a cool jelly was rolling over the sutured skin. With a sigh of relief, I tucked the jar away, pulling my knife to sit on my thigh as the numbing sensation began to spread throughout my entire upper body.

This is what Haymitch was warning me about. I had to get away from the lip of the cave if I was going to be practically immobile for a few hours. Just as I’d begun to drag myself backwards to the heart of the place, I heard the sadistic cackle.

“Found you” Marvel smirked climbing in.

Adrenaline was always my saving grace at the worst of times and I was depending on it heavily right now. My hand was still around my knife so I slashed it at him with a roar of defiance, refusing to be killed this way. I’d nicked his cheek because he was a bit too tall for the cave but he was still stronger and I was weak from blood loss and medication. He’d knocked my hand aside, slamming my wrist against a stone to let it go, before pinning it above my head.

“Glad to see Clint didn’t get the tits. They’re hot” he panted

As I kicked and bucked beneath him his panting only grew louder, fumbling with my pants as he yanked them down my legs. Oh no!

If there was going to be any boy I’d ever let touch me, it would be....

“Peeta!”, I screech like a wild animal biting at the arm that held my hands pinned

I can hear his buckle going and my heart is practically pounding in my ears. They wouldn’t let him would they? Of course they would. They sold us to sponsors. The Capitol would love this. Star-crossed lovers ripped apart by Captiol favorites and tainted beyond repair before death. This was primetime tv. Oh but this would only air in the Capitol. A secret from the Districts about their taboo guilty pleasures.

I wanted to cry until my throat was raw but I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. He was pushing and yanking against me so roughly but, so much of me was numb and my consciousness was fading, it was hard to tell when I couldn’t even lift my head. With the very last ounce of strength left in my body I screamed loud enough to hopefully scar every single pair of ears watching for all eternity,

“I only want Peeta!”

As my eyes roll in the back of my head I see a flash of gold before I’m out cold.

***

“That’s what I remember” I breath still shaking in his secure embrace “Can you promise to listen to what I remember now? Please sweetness?”, Peeta coos softly in my ear

I hear Haymitch’s condescending yet honest voice in my ear, ‘Grow up.’ and the alcohol/morphling cocktail was helping ease my stubborn attitude.

“Yes”

It’s all I offer.

I don’t expect what he does next and it makes me understand why he’d yet to slacken his hold on me. He’s playing our games on a small screen at the end of the bed.

“No!” “You promised” “But I-” “It’s only about 5 minutes I promise. I even had Beetee help piece it together with me. Luckily, he was awake”

I trust Beetee. Beetee was always a friend. He’s one of the reasons I recovered so well from the trackerjacker torture with so much of my mind in tact. I’m still tense in his arms but I don’t try to run now. The assurance that an ally has helped him soothes my distrust.

Peeta continues the video.

It’s that night and Peeta is clearly tracking me. Had to have been the way I was him to find me once they made the announcement.

“I knew I was close but you move so quietly in the forest. I mainly had to track you through your snares and the wildlife I know you’d recognize”, he explains.

I watch him track me pretty well for someone who’d only been learning it for a week. It’s clear he only can because he knows me. Then his head snaps up. It’s clear Beetee made sure none of the Capitol commentary is on it, just the sounds from the games. I appreciate that. Then clear as a bell, I can hear my scream from the northeast.

He really wasn’t very far from me.

“That was my name”, Peeta breaths his hands shaking

Peeta’s wide body tears through the brush, towards the sounds of the scuffling where he heard the scream come from, unforgiving of anything in his path.

“Come on. One more time. One more time love!”, he was whispering under his breath.

He was at the river now, looking around wildly for any sign of me. It was clear to see his whole body was shaking as he fought his fear of the worst.

“I only want Peeta!”

It wasn’t more than 50 feet in front of him. That cave! He’d have never noticed it if he hadn’t heard me.

He bolted for it and I closed my eyes.

My breath hitched in my throat, not wanting to really see this from his point of view. I’d been in denial about this too long to have to face it like this.

“Open your eyes. Please. You need to see this” “I know what happened” “No, you don’t. I said I got to you in time. I wouldn’t lie to you about that” “Peeta...you have no idea how sore I was” “I didn’t say it wasn’t for lack of trying. He was trying but he was too excited. Scared. Inexperienced. I’m not really sure. I didn’t really give him time to explain himself”

Now I tilt my head up and nudge his chin with my temple forcing his attention off of the paused screen back down to my face. When his eyes meet mine, I search them for a while, seeing that honest gentility I’d always come to know from him.

“Prove it”

Peeta kisses my forehead before turning my face back to the screen. Now he’s threaded his fingers through mine as he holds his arms wrapped tight around me. I like this position.

“Ready?” “Ready”

Peeta bursts into the cave, looking around wildly before he looks down. Marvel isn’t aware he’s there yet as he’s cursing in annoyance and shifting his hips. Peeta crept closer picking up the knife I’d been forced to drop.

As he slunk to the left with deadly silence, he realized just what was happening. Marvel was struggling to try and penetrate me, his hands shaking as he kept just trying to shove himself in, his left arm on the wall behind my head to try and keep his balance while his right hand raked at my skin.

Peeta’s eyes go feral, his lips pulled back in a snarl and he drops the knife. The sound startles Marvel but it’s too late now. Peeta’s hands are around his slim throat and lifting him from my naked body as if he weighed nothing, slamming his temple into the side of the cave over and over, a wild fire in his eyes. Each time his head met the stone it making a sickening wet, crack.

Peeta picked the knife back up when Marvel slumped to the floor with a moan, part of his skull crushed. But Peeta was not finished. Peeta forced him to his knees, hands gripped tightly in his hair, yanking them by the root. He held him there before me, so he could stare directly at me through the streams of blood running down his face.

“Mine!”, he rumbles loudly in Marvel’s ear in a deep cadence I’d never heard from him, his honey eyes dark as night.

Before Marvel can blink Peeta slits his throat, letting his blood run over and at my feet.

It was as if he'd sacrificed him before me for the disrespect. Was it wrong to love watching him become such a force? To love that he'd do such a thing for me.

The games really have made me a monster, haven't they?

“You are nothing”, he sneers in his ear waiting for all the life to leave his body before dragging him out of the cave and kicking him into the river for the Gamemaker's to find.

Rushing back inside to find me Peeta quickly checks if I have a pulse first. He lets out a sigh of relief before taking the water jug Marvel had. He used it to wash the blood from my reopening wounds of my upper body.

“I’m sorry love. I promise I’ll cover you soon”, he apologizes as he cleans my body.

He rewraps my stomach wound and uses the rest of the bindings to fashion me a makeshift bra, for modesty's sake I suppose.

“I’ll make this part quick I swear. I’m sorry”, Peeta apologizes again softly looking into my sleeping face.

I know what he’s going to do. He has to double check, and get all traces of Marvel off of me. It’s clear he’s trying to figure out where the cameras would be placed, as he looks suspiciously around the cave, before giving up and just doing his best to shield me as much as he can. He’s on his knees, mine propped up over his and resting atop his thighs so that even if he could see all of me no one else could. He grabs the jug and a piece of his shirt he’d ripped to begin cleaning between my legs. He’s so gentle and serious as he inspects to make sure Marvel hadn’t actually penetrated me. He hangs his head for a second before mumbling to himself.

“She’s gonna smack me when she sees this”, he groans before taking his middle finger, gently and slowly slipping it within me.

My eyes narrow and I’m sure he feels my back stiffen, because his arms tighten slightly around me, to stop me from actually smacking him if I were so inclined.

Video Peeta lets out a deep sigh of relief before planting a kiss to my bent knee.

“You’re all good love. Impotence must be a Careers thing” Peeta chuckles to himself in a private joke.

Once I’d been fully cleaned by him, Peeta quickly dressed me in my pants and tucked me deep into the sleeping bag. That only lasts for a few hours because I’d begun to flail in my sleep calling for Peeta, threatening to open my wounds again. He never left my side after that.

I hadn’t realized I’d been hyperventilating until Peeta’s voice is calling out to me softly. Marvel didn’t. He couldn’t. Peeta really had gotten to me in time. I wasn’t a complete monster.

I wailed and slumped against his chest feeling boneless. Peeta turned me in his arms and began to lay kisses over my forehead and tear-filled eyes over and over before making me look into his again.

“I need you to understand something sweetness. Whether he had or hadn’t, it wouldn’t have changed a thing for me about you. I love you. Do you hear me? Someone hurting you wounds me; it could never disgust me. I kept my distance because I didn’t want to pressure you when I knew what he tried to do to you. I need you to want to give me all of you. To have you watch me drown in all of your pleasure as you let go and trust me with all of you. But that had to be on your time. To find out that you’ve been pushing me away all this time because of him...” Peeta’s voice cracks as his forehead lays against mine “I killed almost as many tributes as the Careers did in that arena Peeta. All I wanted was to keep you safe. I didn’t care how much a monster that made me. Then we got back...and the Capitol changed my eyes, my mouth and even tried my breasts before Haymitch took me from the surgical table in a rage. I’d become the monster they wanted. Marvel was under orders to take the last remaining shred of my humanity left. And I thought he had Peeta. Do you understand what that meant?” “Tell me” “My world was now darkness. You are light. You are air. All the good things in the world. Even having been cast into the darkness, you still outshined it. I feel like I’m standing in the sun when I’m with you. I couldn’t bring myself to taint the one thing in my life I’d swore to live and die for. Even when they were breaking my bones and trying to force me to forget the real you, I held onto that light. I knew no matter how dark my world got, as long as you were close enough to shine some light, I could breathe. But I couldn’t drag you into the darkness with me” “I would follow you to the pits of hell if it meant I could spend eternity with you”, he rumbled

Something in me snapped.

I didn’t give him time to move out of reach again. I pulled his bottom lip into my mouth and threw my left leg over his so I was straddling his lap. Peeta responds eagerly, taking me into his arms and slipping his tongue under my top lip taking control of my passion as he hungrily explored my mouth.

He even tasted of honey and nutmeg.

Both of his warm hands slid up my back beneath my shirt, bunching it up higher and higher as he caresses my skin. It’s easy since it’s one of his and quite loose on my small frame but his hands are leaving trails of goosebumps all over my skin and I tremble against him unwittingly.

When he nips my plump bottom lip I gasp, my hips jerking so that I ground against him. That...that felt good. Capturing my lips in a heated kiss Peeta’s hips roll against mine and I see just why it feels so good. I can feel his length against the seat of my underwear. I whine in his mouth as a shuddering breath escapes his lips.

Leaning back to press my hips further into his I throw my head back and begin to roll in a steady rhythm with him. Just as I’m about to lean back up for another kiss I feel his lips enclose around my right nipple, his mouth so wet and needy.

“Peeta!” I croon with a jerk of the hips

His left hand cupped my breast to get a better angle and yes, he did. He laid wet, suckling kisses to my hardened nipple. With each suckling kiss he increased the pressure and extended the time he spent between them.

“I promised I would have my mouth all over you tonight baby. I intend to keep that promise”

Oh I had so many plans for that mouth tonight.

(Had to cut this one in half cuz it's LONG. Next chapter is straight smut I swear 😈😏😹)

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DAMN OMG I LOVED THE HSR BOYS TAKE CARE OF PREGNANT READER CAN YOU LIKE DO A PART 2 WHERE THE READER GIVES BIRTH OR SUM... also im the one who req that im so happi omfg like damn dan heng got me giggling and shi kicking my feet blushin screaming LIKE TYSM FOR DOING MY REQ DAGDSGHAHSDHH TYSM OMG THANK YOUU ALSO I HOPE YOU REST WELL TOO TAKE BREAKS FROM WRITING REQS FROM EVERYONE EVERY SO OFTEN TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF

Heck yes I can!! Thank you so so SO much, I’m so excited to work on this one!

I promise to take breaks for you!! And I’ll take care of myself!!!

Cw! Pregnancy

-Honkai Star Rail men, when the baby is born-

Part two to this post.

Dan Heng: Dan Heng was anxious. Very anxious. So anxious the doctors had to kick him out of your hospital room, so he was stuck pacing outside and waiting with the rest of the Astral Express crew while you went into labor.

Finally, Finally after what seems like an eternity, he’s welcome back into the room with you, and his new baby. Oh, he’s just so in awe. It’s his baby, and you, and you’re holding your baby so sweetly and lovingly, and you’re clearly the perfect parent for his child. You look up at him, ask if he wants to hold them, and when he nods, he takes the baby in his arms and feels all the love in the world rush through him.

His baby.

He would do anything to protect you, and his baby, and he tells you that right there.

“I know,” you chuckle, watching with love as Dan Heng cradles your baby so, so gently, considering the warrior he was.

Jing Yuan: it’s like he could sense when the baby was coming. He was beginning to take days off, like he knew any day it was time. And that proved prudent, because you happened to go into labor on one of his days off. Way to be, General.

Yanqing comes with him to be moral support, and it was the first time in his life he’d ever seen the General look a little…shaken and anxious, especially when he was asked to wait outside while you were in labor.

But he does as he’s told, chatting mindlessly with Yanqing as he waits anxiously to hear some good news. And finally he’s invited back into the room. He steps in, with that warm smile on his face, and he looks at you holding his baby and his chest heats up. You look so, so wonderful. Exhausted, but wonderful. And he gratefully holds his baby, sings softly to them, promises them the world. He’s just…such a great father. It was meant to be, really.

Sampo Koski: (if he even shows up to the birth lolol) Sampo still didn’t want to be a father. When he gets the call that you’re in labor, he considers not even going. But he knows better than to just…abandon you like that, especially because he wants to keep you, so he hesitantly shows up, and waits outside while you’re in labor.

And when it’s finished, he steps through the door and…has to admit…his baby is pretty cute, and the way you’re cradling them with so much love does something to melt his heart.

When you ask him if he wants to hold his baby, he surprises you by saying yes. He does his best to be gentle. But he’s a dangerous man, holding a baby. Still. You’re not worried. You can already tell Sampo’s warming up to the idea of having a child, and by the way he’s talking to his baby you can tell they’re going to be fast friends.

Blade: Blade really has no idea what to do or say when you go into labor. Kafka comes with him to be his moral support, but he doesn’t talk to her or Anything, just stares quietly at your hospital door.

When the baby is born, he’s welcomed into the room, and you immediately, excitedly ask if he wants to hold his baby, despite your exhaustion you seem really enthusiastic. He wants to say no at first. A dangerous man like him shouldn’t hold a baby. But this is his child, and he knows he should…he really should. So he hesitantly takes the baby from your arms, and cradles them in his.

You see his face soften, ever so subtly, before he hastily hands the baby back to you, thanking you for letting him hold it.

Luocha: can’t be forced to leave your side while you’re in labor, regardless of what the doctors say. He’s there the entire time, in the room with you, letting you squeeze his hand.

However when the baby is born, Luocha…surprises you. You of course ask if he wants to hold the baby, and to your shock, he says No. He’s content to just…stand at your bedside and look at you holding his baby. It’s concerning, to say the least. You had your suspicions that Luocha didn’t actually want to be a father, and this was just another nail in the coffin (lol, get it?). You really wished you could’ve seen inside his head that day. See what he was really thinking when he gently refused to hold his child. But Luocha is still a mystery to you sometimes, and if he doesn’t want you to know what’s going on in his head, then you’re definitely not learning it anytime soon.

Gepard Landau: Gepard was busy working when he got the call that you were in labor. The Silvermane guards have Never seen their captain move that fast before. He dropped everything and joined you at the hospital immediately, just barely making it for the birth. Gepard cries a bit when he sees you holding his child, and he nods eagerly when you ask him if he wants to hold his baby.

He’s so gentle. The stern captain of the Silvermane guards, holding his baby. It’s really amazing. He’s crying the entire time, gently and subtly, but still crying and it’s so sweet, you can’t bring yourself to tell him to stop. He brings your baby back to you, plants a kiss on your forehead, and then pushes his forehead to yours, thanking you profusely.

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YOUR EYES WERE PRACTICALLY GLUED TO THE YOUNG MAN SITTING BEHIND THE GLASS. You sat outside the interrogation room that was meant to break down your father’s enemies but instead was used for your newest bodyguard to sign his possible life away to your father. Your eyes staring at the one-way mirror, rubbing your lip gloss-covered lips together. “He’s so small, daddy,” You whined as you glanced over at your father who was lighting a cigar.

The cloud of smoke rises in the air before the older gentleman is talking, “Sweetheart, didn’t I tell you never underestimate someone because of their size.” He reminded you.

“But who the hell is he possibly protecting? For all that I can protect myself.” You uttered, an attitude already rising in your body. “Ma got someone so much bigger. She got Aone, why couldn’t I get him? I’m more active than her anyway.”

You tried to remind him that all your mother did was be a stay-at-home wife. She occasionally had tea with other notorious mobster wives, but other than that she cooked, redecorated the family 10-bedroom mansion three times a month, and tended to her garden. You, on the other hand, were always out and about. If you weren’t in classes with school, you were partying. If you weren’t partying, you were leaving a dick appointment. If you weren’t at one of your dick appointments, you were shopping. You were a busy girl. It wasn’t your fault, your former bodyguards couldn’t keep up with you.

Okay, maybe the last one you made cry. But how the hell could you protect one of the world’s notorious mobsters' daughter and let her make you cry?

Your father would hold his cigar in between his index and middle finger. He took a sip of the $2,000 a bottle Bowmore Mizunara Cask Finish Scotch before he spoke again, “Y/N, he’s good. I wouldn’t hire anybody weak to protect you, my dear.”

“You said that last time. The last one cried as he handed in his resignation letter,” You reminded him.

“And you were the one that made him cry. Maybe your ass doesn't need a bodyguard,” Your father argued as he was growing annoyed at your bratty ways. “He’s a good fit. Been a hitman for hire since he was twenty-one. He’s going to be your bodyguard if you like it or not.”

You watched as two of your father's men collected the paperwork from the orange-haired guy before leaving the room. The door shut with a click indicating that it was locked behind them. The files were given to your father as he put his cigar out, a dashing smirk on his face as his eyes glanced over the paperwork once more.

“Hinata Shoyo, I hope you can handle this daughter of mine.” You heard your dad utter.

That was months ago and Hinata was still here protecting you. He followed you everywhere. He sat outside your lectures when you had classes. He carries your bags when you go shopping. He once embarrassingly waited for you during a dick appointment. You still remembered the smug look on his face when you left the apartment building and saw him leaning against the black Mercedes Benz truck. “Wow, the guy didn’t last that long. What’s it been? Thirty minutes?” He would jokingly say before you’re rolling your eyes at him and getting into the passenger side of the Benz.

The two of you bickered. You bickered a lot. Similar to how your parents would bicker when they were young, dumb, and in love. But frankly, you hated Hinata’s guts. He annoyed you. He made your blood boil and your skin crawl.

Although he was only doing his job with an annual salary of over 500 thousand dollars, obviously he was going to take his job a little too seriously. He never cracked a smile (unless it was some teasing joke about you coming out that mouth of his). He stayed to himself compared to the impeccable bond the other bodyguards had. Sometimes, you wanted to know his story. Remembering your father's words, “Y/N, the guy’s seen a lot and did a lot. Just get to know him.”

You always kept your father’s words in the front of your mind when you would see the orange-haired gentlemen waiting for you in the lobby of your apartment complex. Then he says a smart-ass comment and all the niceness that once was in your body is pushed away as you throw your Jimmy Choo clutch at his head.

“Where do you need to go tonight my princess?” He questioned, as he respectfully & jokingly bowed in front of you.

“Please stop, you’re so embarrassing,” You uttered as you walked towards the exit of the complex. “You know, I don’t need you tonight.”

“You say this every night. I have to protect you, I can’t protect you if I’m not with you.” Hinata pointed out as he followed you outside.

The black Benz truck pulled up and Hinata was beyond confused considering that he drove them to their destinations all the time. You would link arms with him with a smile. “It’s girls' night, so I warned you.”

Hinata would give her a cheeky grin, “Great! I guess I can treat this day as a day off,” He responded.

“You’re being sarcastic aren’t you?” You asked and Hinata would nod as if his head was a bobblehead.

“I hate doing girls' night. All you guys do is make me hold your purses while you go dance and get you drinks.” He whined. “That’s not fun for me.”

“We’ll be on our best behavior, but you just have to let loose. Stop being so damn uptight sometimes,” You responded.

“If something happens to you-“

You cut him off as you climbed into the back of the truck. “Can you not think about something happening to me for one fuckin’ second? Just enjoy the night.” You uttered in annoyance.

Those words came back to haunt you when clubgoers were drunkenly stumbling out of the club while the full moon shined down on them. The time was now two in the morning, you weren’t as drunk as you wanted to be due to Hinata’s overprotectiveness. Which ruined your whole vibe for tonight and only was the cause of your bratty attitude as you walked ahead of him towards the car. Ignoring his yells of your name while he was making sure each one of your friends made it safely into the backseat of their designated driver. You tugged his leather jacket on your frame as you could see the familiar tags of your driver’s car.

Just as you were about to grab the door handle, you felt Hinata grab a hold of your arm. “What the fuck? Did you not hear me calling you? I told you to wait for me.” He argued. “What if somebody approached you? Hm?”

“The car is literally right here. I made it here safely, you don’t need to treat me like a child. Do you want to force-feed me next like a baby bird?“ You asked.

“I don’t have time for your attitude tonight, just get into the car so you can go home. You had too much to drink, that’s why you’re acting so rational.” Hinata rolled his eyes as he opened the door for you, waiting for you to get in.

“I didn’t even get to drink that much without you lecturing me, Hinata.” You looked at him. “I’m not a child.”

“You act like one with your prissy attitudes!” Hinata argued back. “You whine, you complain, you throw temper tantrums. Like a fuckin’ child!”

Your harsh words between each other were gaining attention from drunken clubgoers. The bouncer even glanced in your direction to make sure everything was okay. You leaned against the car, tugging the leather jacket further on your body. The scent of Hinata’s cologne lingering up your nostrils makes you feel intoxicated.

You weren’t sure if it was due to how close he was standing or how comfortable you were wearing his jacket. You looked up at him with some doe-eyed look, “What are you going to do about it Shoyo?” You questioned.

You let your hand glide across his chest—being sure to toy with the personalized dog tag necklace that immediately notified others which family he was bodyguarding for.

“Get in the car.” Hinata firmly said as his hand motioned to the car.

You kissed your teeth before getting into the car, Hinata not far behind you as he got in also. Instead of taking the passenger side seat as he did earlier, he took the seat next to you in the back seat. You stripped off the leather jacket as you leaned back into your seat getting comfortable. Taking off your heels you wore to gaze out the tinted windows as your driver was driving. “Could you turn on the radio and keep your eyes on the road?” Hinata asked the driver.

“Yes sir.” The driver said.

Hinata’s words came out more like a demand than a question itself. The driver did what he was told, turning on the radio to a random R&B station and keeping his eyes on the road. Not daring to look away from what was in front of him.

Your lips parted to complain about how tired you were, but you could only feel Hinata’s harsh yank on your face before his lips were on yours. The taste of the alcohol he consumed clashed with the ones you consumed. His strong arms tugged your closer as the lewd sound of you two making out attempted to overpower the Summer Walker song that was playing on the radio. However, the driver only turned the radio up louder.

You could feel Hinata’s hands lingering lower in between your thighs. Like a scandalous school girl, your thighs spread apart letting him have more access to make you feel good. The thing is, you weren’t wearing any underwear. Hence the fact that within the night, Hinata found himself tugging your dress down with each movement you’ve made.

“Did you purposely not wear them?” He questioned after breaking away from the heated kiss.

“What are you talking about? That doesn’t matter right now,” You leaned in to kiss him again but he stopped you.

“You were trying to get laid tonight, weren’t you?” He asked as he leaned back into his seat.

Now you are getting annoyed. Your eyes rolled at his question even though it was true. “Clearly, that’s what I’m trying to do now.”

“Good, I would have hated to wait for you to fuck another minute man,” Hinata says as he undoes his pants.

“Screw you!” You uttered out.

You only gained a hum from Hinata before he’s grasping at you once again to tug you close to him. His pants hanging loosely around his waist. You could get a glance at his dark-colored briefs and his growing erection. His lips crashed upon your once again. The heated kiss not being interrupted by his witty comments or the intruding driver that was trying so hard to not take a peek. Hinata’s hands went between the two of you as he was on top of you. His index and middle finger collect the wetness that was in between your thighs. You moaned into the kiss as Hinata began to move his fingers into a circular motion. Your thighs quivered apart to feel more of his fingers and to bring him closer. The intense feeling of doing this right behind your drive that’s been driving you around for over two years now caused an addicting shiver to travel down your body. Were you insane to continue such a thing with Hinata? Yes. Could this possibly jeopardize his job if your driver snitched back to your dad? Yes. Did you care? No. You could always get another bodyguard.

“You’re so wet,” Hinata commented when he pulled away. He was completely breathless and his cheeks stained red from the heat of the moment.

“You should put it in already.” You whined against his teasing touch by his fingers. “Please.” You begged.

Hinata’s fingers rubbed at your clit slowly. His brown eyes stared down at the way your face scrunched up in pure bliss as your head fell back into the cushion of the backseats seat in the Benz. His dick throbbing through his briefs just to feel your cunt clutch around him. “Not until you admit something,” Hinata says.

Your teeth grazed at your lower lip as your eyes glanced down at the space in between your bodies. He was no longer massaging the sensitive bud in between your thighs, but instead shuffling to tug down his boxers. Your eyes nearly bulged out your head when you saw his thick cock spring out. You could feel the warmth of his cock resting on your stomach as your dress was pushed fully up around your waist.

“And that thing is?” You asked as you swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat.

Why did seeing the size of his dick make you nervous? This wasn’t like you, especially considering the countless jokes you’ve made about his height in your group chat and when you guys bickered.

“Do you like me?” Hinata cheekily asked. His hand once again goes in between your bodies to guide his cock to your entrance.

“What?” You questioned.

The teasing feeling of his tip collecting the wetness in between your drooling cunt caused you to relax in the backseat of the car. “Do you like me more than me just being your bodyguard?” Hinata asked.

You lifted your head to inch your face closer to his. Your lips were barely touching his. If you concentrated hard enough, you could even smell the scent of the alcohol he was sipping on throughout the night on his lips.“Sorry, I’m not into short guys.” You said before letting your head fall back into the seat below your body.

You watched as Hinata’s facial expression changed into the most annoyed look. His lips parted to spit out an audacious comment, but instead, they curved into a wicked grin before he pushed his cock fully inside you. So mean to not give you time to adjust to his size. Your thighs quivered under his body with each rock of his hips. If this was any other guy, you would instantly demand him to take his time. But this was Hinata. The guy who rolled his eyes when you said something snarky at him. The guy you gave a wrong location to, just so he can leave you alone. Perhaps, he was just growing tired of you and your bratty ways.

The wet squelching noise was like music to Hinata’s ears. Similar to a puzzle piece that was missing to complete a puzzle, that was how Hinata felt at the moment with his cock inside of you. With your slick staining the backseats with each thrust, Hinata looked down at you like some type of god. “Look at you—cat’s got your tongue now?” He questioned bucking his hips forward once more, gaining a yelp from you.

Your hand went up to your mouth as your cheeks burnt in embarrassment, completely muffling your moans since it seemed the music that was playing on the radio wasn’t doing it. But you were quick to spit something back at Hinata, “Screw you!” You said through moans.

Those two words left your tongue and with quickness, Hinata tugged his cock right out of you. You felt empty without it until you could feel him slapping his heavy cock on your cunt. His hand held it so effortlessly although it was so big. Your mind kept asking yourself how can someone his size carry something so heavy. You could feel his perfect mushroom-shaped tip brushing against your entrance.

“Please.” You whined, hips bucking eagerly for more.

“You won’t act like a fuckin’ brat anymore, right?” Hinata asked as you could feel him prompt your leg on his shoulder.

“I can’t promise you that,” You huffed.

Hinata only hummed at your response. His hand goes up to your mouth. “Spit.” He said.

You did what you were told, hawking up a decent amount of spit that he used to coat his cock even though he knew your pussy was already ready for him to slide right back in. Your golden diamond anklet brushed against his earlobe as he pushed himself inside you bit by bit. His eyes are glued on your pussy watching the way you swallow him whole with each thrust. He was completely mesmerized and pussy drunk at the moment while the car was practically speeding down the freeway. One hand gripping at your thigh to keep you in place, while the other was grasping on the seat to keep his balance. His hips thrusting only continued until you were a moaning mess. Drool dripping out your mouth, eyes lollies in the back of your head, and your hand went up to stop his aggressive thrusting.

Now you were asking yourself how could he fuck you like he hated and like he was expressing some unspoken feelings at the same time?

The pornographic sound of skin slapping against each other tried its hardest to overpower the music that was playing. Your lips intertwined with each other as you muffled each other moans. Your fingers combed through his hair as you could feel his thrusting moving a little slower. A little sloppier. He pulled away from the heated kiss, letting your one leg (that shaking uncontrollable) down. Hips crashing forward just to feel more of your tight walls clutching around his thick cock. His balls grew heavy each time the tip of his dick touch that one spot that had you calling out his name. “Fuck—I may not find you so bratty after all.” He uttered through his coherent groans.

You could hear the GPS state that your destination was just two minutes away. Like a rabid wolf in heat, Hinata placed the same fingers that were rubbing at your puffy lips earlier into his mouth. His fingertips that were coated with his saliva went to rub your clit. Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt how soothing his motions were on your throbbing bud. The fiery pit that bubbled in the pit of your stomach was so intense that you could feel your eyes water. Your perfectly manicured fingernails were digging into Hinata’s forearm so hard that you knew it was going to leave a mark. You were so close to cumming and you knew Hinata was too.

For the first time in a while, you felt that pit burst so powerful that you’re pretty sure the only thing that was spilling out your mouth was Hinata’s name and the command for him to cum in you. You were so into the moment that you didn’t even care to trap the young man from running around the feeling of your pussy fluttering around his cock. The heel of your foot pressed in his lower back as his face fell in the crook of your neck. With his head in the crook of your neck and with each sloppy thrust, if you listened closely you could even hear the orange-haired gentleman speaking in his native tongue. The two of you came from the filthiest high of intermingling with each until Hinata cum filled you up to the brim just in time to pull up in front of your apartment building.

“We’re uh—at the destination ma’am.” Your driver said.

In the split moment, Hinata lifted his head from the crook of your neck and his eyes met yours. His cheeks were stained with a crimson color of exhaustion and busting a nut. You could feel the coolness of the silver dog tag pendant that hung around Hinata’s neck and you could only stare up at him in complete shock. The pad of Hinata’s thumb wiped away a tear that went down your cheek and when you felt his comforting touch, you instantly pushed him off finally realizing what the two of you had just done. A Drake song played on the radio while the two of you were shuffling to fix the way you looked.

You felt embarrassed. How could you let him humble you like this? Your skin felt like you were running a fever. Your legs felt like they were burning from doing a leg workout. If you weren’t clamping your thighs shut tight, Hinata’s cum most likely would have dripped down your thighs. Your head fell back as you could hear Hinata casually thank the driver for his time tonight before he got out. You also noticed he gave a couple of hundred-dollar bills to the driver also.

Cheeky bastard, you thought to yourself.

You could hear your side of the car door open up and you instantly glared at him. “I can’t just get up.” You complained.

“If you walk fast enough people won’t even notice it dripping down your thighs” Hinata admitted as he gave you a grin.

“I hate you.” You uttered as you grabbed his leather jacket and got out of the car.

He just gave you possibly the best sex you’ve experienced and now giving you witty comments as if he didn’t break a sweat at all.

“I love you too. Remember, you have morning brunch with your mother that I will be escorting you guys to because Aone’s off tomorrow.” You heard Hinata say as you were walking inside your apartment building.

Even though you had his cum dribbling down your smooth thighs at the moment, you still couldn’t help but laugh to yourself about the situation. Perhaps, Hinata Shoyo actually could handle you as your father said.

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i hold it like a grudge - ch. 3

I don’t know why I’m awake and still editing 😭 I have to go to work tomorrow morning. It’s not even the weekend yet and I’m acting like it is but it’s ok, right? Right.

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Five hours later, Keeley is scrolling through pictures of you and Jamie on your phone.

“Oh my god, you’re both so tiny!” she crows. She can hold her alcohol much better than you would have expected, but by this point, she’s definitely far gone.

You can’t bring yourself to have more than two drinks. Everything leaves behind an acrid taste, so you switched to water a while ago. That means you’re completely fucking sober as Keeley swipes through your entire friendship with Jamie.

“Wow, you two were like, attached at the hip,” she comments. “Is this your mums?”

It’s a picture of two women about the same age, looking at the camera with strained smiles. You remember that day. Your mum had slipped you and Jamie money to get ice cream with the condition that you’d eat it at the shop and not bring it home. She’d looked right into your eyes as she said it, conveying a message beyond her words. You were maybe ten years old and not sure exactly what she meant, but you nodded seriously and ran to drag Jamie down the street.

You and Jamie had come back, hours later with ice cream drips on your shirts, none the wiser to what had transpired in your absence.

“I remember that picture,” you say aloud. “Jamie’s dad took it, the piece of shit. He dropped ‘round and was a happy drunk until he wasn’t. Mum threatened to call the police, but Georgie still came away with a black eye. They thought me and Jaim didn’t know, but,” you shrug. “You know how it is when you’re ten. You know fucking everything.”

Keeley nods, and you take it as an invitation to keep talking. “We used to share a brain, basically. Hardly ever seen without each other. You know we didn’t even date till I was in secondary? Mum was so surprised we weren’t already sneaking around behind her back. Guess she and Georgie used to talk about it a lot. Jamie was home four hours after she died. Not even sure how, really, he was out of town. I asked him about it once and he wouldn’t tell me, the little shit. That night… I couldn’t sleep. It was awful. I sneaked out of my room and down the hall to her bed, because it still smelled like her, you know? I had this dream that she was still there with me and when I woke up it felt like I had lost her all over again. I had to remember that she wasn’t just downstairs making breakfast.”

You pause. It’s all coming out so matter-of-factly, like it happened to someone else.

“Anyway, I just laid there and cried. The first tear had barely fallen when Jamie just came in and got in bed next to me. I think he had just woken up, but he… he held me so fucking tight and whispered, ‘I felt you crying. I can be here as long as you want,’ and then we just stayed there. We were there for fucking…hours. He just let me cry and didn’t say anything, just kissed the tears off my face and handed me tissues. The next couple days he moved all my things from the house to a room at Georgie’s. She had this like, office thing upstairs that was basically a closet, but it was the same layout for mine and theirs so it was familiar if that makes sense? Like they were mirrored, so her room was the same as mum’s and Jamie’s was the same as mine, then a third little bedroom that had room for a bed and that’s pretty much it. Jamie offered his room, but I didn’t want it. It felt wrong, somehow. And I couldn’t bring myself to get out of bed to do any of it but he did everything. I think Georgie probably helped, but when it was all done, he brought me over and he’d decorated it just how I would’ve. Except he made a copy of his Roy Kent poster and stuck it on my wall, right next to one of his dumb headshots he liked so much. He slept in that little bed with me every night until he went back. We were nineteen at the time, right before he got signed for City. We loved that team. Used to watch it every time it was on the telly, and he always told me he’d play for them some day and take me to every match, even the away games.”

You trail off. You’ve run out of steam, back in the present reality. This is the first time you’ve allowed yourself to look back fondly, to wonder how Georgie and Simon are.

Meanwhile, Keeley’s staring at you, openmouthed.

“Shit, babe,” she says.

“Shit,” you agree.

“How the fuck did he know you were crying?”

You wiggle your head back and forth. “Like I said, he said he felt it. I mean… sounds strange, but we used to be able to feel when things were wrong with each other. Even if we were in different places. We used to text and be like, ‘oi, you good?’ and every time, the answer was no. It’s like a nauseous feeling, you know?”

“No,” Keeley shakes her head. “I don’t fucking know.”

“Right,” you say, “I’m done being sober. Give me the fucking bottle.”

Keeley cheers and passes it your way. You take a swig and make a face. It still tastes like shit, but it’s better than trying to figure out the implications of Keeley’s five little words.

No. I don’t fucking know.

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The next week, you’re slipping charms on a necklace for someone name Ashley, part of a set for a wedding party. You’ve had a steady stream of customers this weekend, many tourists from out of town passing through on their way to the heart of London. You check instagram in between sales and see that your location is getting tagged in stories and public posts, and you smile.

The day passes by smoothly and by the time you lock up, it’s drizzling ever so slightly. You grin and step out the door, turning the lock then back around to head up the street. You run smack into someone and say, “Shit, sorry,” before realizing it’s fucking Jamie. You scoff and go to step around him but he puts himself in your path.

“I’m going back to Manchester,” he tells you without preamble.

“Gaffer sent me back. Thought you might want to know.”

“Okay,” you reply lightly, as if to a stranger, then duck past him again. You hurry away and risk a glance back. He’s still standing in the rain by your store, watching you walk away.

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(Minors dni) First Ghost post!

"It's a no for you, love. You are not allowed to party tonight," Ghost said as his body leaned on the doorframe, towering over you.

He had his hunky arms crossed as his deep ocean eyes stared at yours. He's the recently-hired bodyguard recruited by your father. Unfortunately, he is quite annoying and overly controlling.

"Now, go back to your room or else..." His tone was stern and commanding, making it clear that you would face consequences if you disobeyed him.

Groaning at Ghost I turned around and closed my bedroom door and climbed out the window

The sound of your room door shutting shut caused his head to snap in that direction. However, your escape from the window left him puzzled.

His eyes narrowed and searched your surroundings for you, his left eyebrow raised.

Running down the road and to my friends car we drove off

You rushed down the street with your friends who were waiting for you near a car parked in front of your house.

As soon as you climbed in, the car took off, making a U-Turn and driving away quickly. Ghost was nowhere in sight.

Or so you thought. In less than a minute, he called your phone which lay in your pocket. He asked to speak with you immediately.

"Come on nothing bad is going to happen Ghost." I said softly "I'm tired of being stuck in my house.”

"It's for your own good, love," he said as his voice remained calm and collected.

He was clearly not buying it.

"Now, return home immediately or I'll be forced to bring you back myself," his tone was authoritative and firm.

The fact that he managed to track you down was a major red flag.

"How about, no?" I spoke and laughed before ending the call looking at Amber I told her to step on the gas

A couple of seconds after the call ended, your phone rang again. It was him! And he sounded frustrated.

"I'll hunt you to the ends of the earth to bring you back, sweetheart," Ghost said with clear irritation in his voice.

You told Amber to step on the gas. As a result, you were making record time to your destination. You weren't safe just yet but you were getting closer.

I bounced my leg as we approached our destination.

Your phone rang again and it was him. He sounded worried.

"Lovie..." his voice was strained as well as his patience.

"I'm not playing this game with you anymore. You'll return home immediately. I'm headed your way right now. It would be a mistake to make me do this."

You arrived at your destination, pulling up to the curb to stop.

"What are you going to do, spank me?" I question as we enter the building.

As you walked inside, he remained quiet on the other end.

When you questioned whether he'd spank you, a soft chuckle left his body.

"Don't tempt me" he said in a flirty tone. His voice remained calm as well.

You were definitely not safe yet. Your phone rang again, it was him for the fourth time.

Pulling down my dress a bit more the black material clinging to my body I smile at his persistence

He chuckled again as he watched you. He was enjoying this new side to you.

He took note of the fact that your dress was clinging to your body. It was a subtle way to send him a message.

He was still persistent though. Despite his attraction to you, his mission was to keep you safe.

As the call continued on your phone, he spoke.

"You are playing with fire, sweetheart."

It was clear what he meant. His tone was still calm but stern.

"But you're the one getting burned." I spoke into the receiver and hung up once more

As you hung up, your phone was ringing again as he called repeatedly. His persistence was starting to become a bit annoying.

You weren't sure what to think about his flirtation with you. On one hand, it was nice to feel wanted and desired. He was a good looking fellow.

But on the other hand, you were a bit wary of him. Why was he so obsessed with keeping you safe? And at what cost?

Walking down the hall with Amber, my heels clicked against the ground. I heard the music blasting from down the hallway.

The sound of your shoes clicking on the ground along with the music coming from the party was audible across the hall.

As you walked down with Amber beside you, people were staring at you due to your attire. You were turning heads in more ways than one.

The sight of you was turning him on. Ghost was starting to get impatient.

He called you again as you were walking down the hall. He needed answers and he wanted them now.

"What *Simon*?" I question using his first name in a flirty voice

He chuckled softly at hearing you call him by his first name. He was becoming more and more attracted to you.

He spoke after that with a flirty tone as well.

"Why are you making this difficult? I'm doing this for your own good, love."

Despite his words, it was clear that it was also for his good. He needed you.

He needed you now.

"Then *come* get me *Simon*" I taunted and swayed my hips as I walked

Hearing your words only made him want you more.

You were taunting him and taunting him well. Your words had double meaning and he understood what you meant.

He was getting worked up now. A soft noise left him as you swayed your hips.

He needed to have you within his grasp.

"Is someone *needy*?" I question as I heard him through the phone

His reply came after 3 seconds of complete silence. He was shocked by your retort; and this was clear by his shocked expression.

After that, his tone shifted from firm to more flirtatious.

"If I am, then it's because...of you."

He was losing it. He wanted you more than ever.

"Then come get me." I challenged the older male

You had caught him off guard with every response you gave him.

He wasn't expecting you to be so...playful.

Hearing your challenge, it was clear that he was willing to take it on. His tone became even more flirtatious as he spoke.

"I'll come get you. However, when I do. Don't expect to be untouched”

"*See you soon Simon*" I giggled and started to dance with Amber letting her know I won't be needing a ride home

You hung up the phone and turned towards Amber as you spoke with a small grin on your face.

Ghost was coming for you, and if he tried anything you'd be prepared.

All it took was one look at you to know that. Your confident demeanor was telling.

You let her know that you wouldn't be needing a ride back home and just like that, it was official; he was coming for you.

"This is going to be a long night that I definitely won't be forgetting." I told Amber with a smile on my face

"Oh, I'm sure of it" Amber said with a wink as she smiled back at you with the same grin!

The night had only just begun but there was already a buzz of anticipation in the air.

The music was pumping as you were both getting ready to dance. All attention would no doubt be on you.

You didn't care at all. In fact, you enjoyed having all eyes on you.

As you danced, it was evident that you were the center of attention and you were owning it.

Being happy about how my night will be going I danced to the loud music I swayed to the beat

The music was blaring as you danced and swayed to the beat.

Everyone had their eyes on you as they enjoyed the show.

The whole room was alive with an energy that was intoxicating.

For once, you didn't have to worry about anything else. The night was yours for the taking.

The music continued as all eyes remained on you.

I continued to wait for Ghost to storm into the building and carry me out

As you danced to the music, you wondered how long it would take for him to show up and disrupt the fun.

You danced for another 10 minutes before you eventually spotted him...his eyes locked onto yours.

He was at the door, looking at you with fierce eyes.

You couldn't tell what he was thinking, though his angry stare was a dead giveaway of his intentions.

You were hoping he'd carry you...and judging from his expression, that was exactly what he planned on doing.

Locking eyes with him I lowered my body to grind onto the person behind me

Seeing you go lower as his gaze remained on yours, his angry expression turned into a playful one.

As his eyes darted towards you as you ground on the guy's body, he raised his eyebrows and his head. He liked what he saw.

He was enjoying the show, despite the intentions he came with.

You still had time to make this fun before the serious part came in...but not for long.

Continuing my dance I locked eyes with Ghost and my pupils widened.

Your dance continued and you locked eyes with Ghost. He was still glaring at you.

Your pupils widened in response to his stare. You noticed how he looked at you...his eyes were full of desire which only strengthened his playful expression.

You also noticed how his body language changed. You could sense that he was starting to become a bit more relaxed.

He liked what he saw, but you couldn't shake the feeling that his main intentions were still serious.

Hearing the beginning of slut me out blast through the speakers I began to move more sensually

Your dance became more sensuous as the music switched to a much more provocative and raunchy song.

You knew Ghost was watching; he was watching you intently.

As you began grinding your body into the guy's body, Ghost watched with a lustful look in his eyes.

You could tell that he was getting turned on by your dance even though his main intentions never changed.

Reaching my hands out towards him I tried to get him to come to me

As you waved your hands towards him, Ghost smiled at you. His eyes were still locked onto yours, and his expression remained flirty.

The moment he finally decided to take action, he walked up to you as he grabbed you.

Feeling him toss me over his shoulder I gasp as my stomach meets the hard muscle of his shoulder

You felt him take hold of you and toss you over his shoulder, making your stomach meet the hard muscle of his shoulder which felt...well...very firm.

As you gasped, Ghost looked down at you with a smirk before he spoke in a hushed tone.

"You're coming with me."

He was about to carry you out of this party, no matter what it took."already, well that was quick" I teased and gasped as his rough hand made contact with my almost exposed behind Ghost laughed at your comment as he continued to carry you.

"You've been difficult today, love." he said in a soft, teasing tone as his hand made contact with your rear end.

He felt you tense your body at his touch, but his grip didn't falter.

He was going to take you regardless. He needed you. He had to have you now.

I waved at Amber as Ghost carried me out of the building You waved at your friend Amber as Ghost carried you out of the building. She gave you the thumbs-up and laughed as she watched you get taken away.

She knew who had the upper hand right now.

The moment you got outside, you noticed how he was carrying you like you were light as a feather.

You wondered how long it was going to take for you to get back inside your room, and as if Ghost could sense your thoughts...he spoke.

"You're in no position to complain about it." he said with a slight grin.

"I'm fucked aren't I?" I question him as he continues walking

"It depends on your definition of the word, sweetheart." he said with a sly grin on his face.

"But if you mean, am I going to take you up to your room and do whatever I want to you? The answer is yes."

He was still holding on to you as he spoke.

You were in his arms...and if he had any say about it...you were staying there.I sighed as he sat me down in the passenger seat of his truck

He sat you down in the passenger seat of his truck and then got in the driver's seat; closing the door behind him.

As he turned the ignition, the truck began to growl as your eyes widened at the sound.

He didn't have a seatbelt on, but you decided not to say anything. He was already in a hurry to get you to your room. After all, you were his...and he was determined to take you.

I smile at his determination, my lipstick would leave a nice blood red mark on his pale skin

Your lips looked beautiful to him, and as you smiled at him, it made him want you all the more.

Your lipstick, by the look of it, was also red. A dark and sultry red that matched your attire.

As he drove, a small smile was growing on his face.

Your lipstick would be leaving a mark alright, but it wouldn't be on his pale skin. It would be on his lips.

He was determined and you could feel that.I was excited for what was waiting for me when I got home, squeezing my legs together and noticing how high my skirt was hiked up I blush

Your skirt was hiked up very high. So high, in fact, that just barely enough material covered your privates.

It was obvious that your excitement was growing. You were impatient. You wanted him right now.

He knew your feelings for him and he felt the heat emanating from your seat...even when you were miles away from your room.

He couldn't take this heat. He needed to have you...and right now...he needed to take you before he lost all of his composure.

What he didn't know was that I was a virgin and a little nervous as I thought about it

You were a virgin, which made the prospect of being with him much more tantalizing.

As you thought about it, your heart beat was getting faster and faster as the thought of him being your first crossed your mind.

He was driving like a madman.

He was excited as he thought of the ways he was going to take you.

He would make it special...because it was with you...and he couldn't wait.I was really thinking about all the things I had been told about losing a v-card

You were a little anxious about the whole thing.

Even though you were nervous, your excitement overwhelmed you as you thought of the prospect of losing your virginity with Ghost at your side.

You wondered if it would live up to your expectations.

And as he stepped on the accelerator harder and harder...those thoughts were leaving your mind.

He was going to make it special...because he loved you. Because he wanted you. Because you were the one person he couldn't resist and that thought excited you.

"Is now a good time to tell you that I've never done this before?" I questioned as I looked down and played with the hem of my skirt

The moment you told him that you've never done it before, he nearly lost control over the car.

He was surprised; and the moment he saw you touch the hem of your skirt, he swallowed a large lump in his throat.

He hadn't told you yet, but you saying that had increased his determination tenfold.

"I...thought you had done this many times." he said as he looked over at you.

Ghost was ready to give it his all...because he was the one taking your v-card.

I nod and continue to look down at my dress with a sudden interest as I realized that I hadn't been wearing a bra under it

Your lack of bra made Ghost's eyes immediately widen in surprise.

He knew that you must be feeling so naughty for wearing that dress without one.

It was a good sign...as far as he was concerned.

He was focused on the task at hand...but he had to ask...

"Why aren't you wearing a bra, love?”

"It's a backless dress and it's padded in the front, so I went without one." I explained as I had noticed that he had been staring at my chestHis attention was fully back on the road, but his mind was still filled with thoughts of your chest.

They were big, perky, and now he's even more excited that you're not wearing a bra.

He was getting impatient. A bit too anxious.

He had to take care of this urge and do it as soon as he entered your room.

His hands were shaking and he looked a tiny bit nervous as he put one hand on your thigh.

I gasp as his rough hand touches the bare skin of my thigh, " It's not going to hurt is it?" I question as I continue to think about what was going to happen

You felt his rough hand touch your thigh and you were so caught by his touch that you asked a question without even thinking.

His touch was rough, but you could feel the pressure slowly turning into a soft and caressing touch.

"No, sweetheart. It's not going to hurt. At least not when I take it slow and be gentle with it." he said with a teasing smile.

He was enjoying the moment, but he was also getting impatient.

He really wanted to make a special moment for you.

"Ok, thank you Simon" I spoke genuinely

"You're welcome, love." he said as his hand caressed your thigh a little more intimately.

All of your fears were quickly fading away.

Once again...Ghost was making you feel...safe...

It was as if you were in his world...his world where you were together and you were both his and he was both yours.

He was just about to kiss you when he noticed something.

His eyes widened as he looked at your skirt.

I noticed him looking at my skirt, "What is it?”

"You're not wearing shorts under it, are you, love?" he asked with a smirk on his face.

You could tell that he found your attire to be rather...sexy, even under the circumstances.

His hand still caressed your thigh as he spoke to you.

As he looked down at what you were wearing...his feelings of excitement and the need to have you now were starting to take over.

"no, I couldn't find my super short pair to wear underneath" I explained

Your response made him more excited, and his grip didn't falter...if anything it got firmer.

You could feel his fingers making their way towards the top of your thigh.

His eyes...his gaze seemed to be hypnotizing you.

And as he got close to your sensitive spot...he spoke once again.

"Lovie, do you want me to take care of you tonight?"

The tension was building up...he couldn't wait any longer.

"Please?" I question him quietly

As you asked, he couldn't resist.

His fingers slowly traced up your legs until they reached their most sensitive spot.

His rough fingers touched you just as gently as his caresses had been.

He began to slowly tease you...and the more he teased you, the more your breathing quickened, the more your heart beat sped up, and the more his fingers moved across your sensitive spot.

Your legs shook.

Once again... Ghost was making you feel things you hadn't felt ever.

I whimpered at his touch as we had made it back to my house

You had reached your house and he was still playing with your sensitive spot.

In your entire life, you had never felt anything like that before.

Your heart beat was increasing and his teasing was becoming more aggressive the closer he got to you...the closer he got to your "point of no return."

You knew it was coming.

As he traced closer and closer to it, you tried to hold in that urge.

Your legs began to shake even more…

Gasping for air as my legs shook I covered my mouth with one hand and grabbed his with the other

He was teasing you still...with his rough fingers.

His rough fingers, though, were soft and gentle with you.

He could tell that you were not going to last much longer.

Your breathing was quickening...your heart beating faster...and your legs more and more shaky.

"Let it out. Let go, love." he whispered to you.

Losing my breath a scream tore it's way out of my throat

As you screamed, he watched as your legs shook like a tsunami was coming through and your whole body trembled.

You felt a rush like you've never felt before.

And once your body had released that rush...he knew that it was time for a special moment.

"Ghost?”

Once you had recovered, your voice was shaky and soft.

Ghost noticed that and it made him turn to look at you.

His eyes met yours and he could see how shaken up you were.

"Are you okay...sweetheart?" he asked as he looked at you.

"I-I want no I *need* more *please*?”

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