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kquil · 3 months

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REMUS LUPIN | 13:53 — ONE NEGRONI

SUM : to help pay the bills and your tuition fee, you get a new job at an elite club where the tips are incredibly generous. you’ve met a majority of the clientele already but they don’t match the stranger who ordered a simple negroni

TAGS. : mafia au ; modern au ; muggle au ; mobster remus ; mafia boss remus ; bartender reader ; reader is a hard working sweetheart that must be protected! ; catching remus’ eye ; remus lowkey wishes he can be the one to do the protecting ; and maybe more ; for now, he’s a low key stalker ; but sexy… ; stalking is bad, don’t do it! ; this is just fiction! ; but hey! remus owns an elite club! wooooo! ; i don’t know how to feel about my interpretation of the marauders as mafia men/mobsters ; it’s growing on me… ; also, im casting peter pettigrew as Dane DeHan in this!

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It wasn’t as if you were new to the job; you had previously worked some years as a bar tender for a pretty well-established club, it paid well and managed to help pay for your rent and utility bills for most of your higher education years. However, all the built up stress and sleepless nights finally caught up to you. And you found yourself repeating a year, meaning that you needed to pay for your own tuition this year atop all the other monthly bills and necessities you keep up with. Perhaps it was the universe telling you that you needed to stop and change the direction of your life — you needed to choose an easier path, a doable path. But you were stubborn and also quite the optimist. So you kept at it, determined to finish what you started and earn your degree.

Yes, it was a let down but you were still breathing. Life just gets hard sometimes.

Thankfully, your past experience and phenomenal recommendation letter from your previous manager earned you another bar tending job at a very elite club, where tips were more than generous, considering the clientele composed primarily of the privileged class, some with multiple businesses under their belts, some who were phenomenal investors and some living off their parents’ money. You didn’t care to look too much into it, you were there to work and you were going to work hard and honestly.

The patrons surprisingly had very similar tastes and so, you fond yourself making the same types of drinks repeatedly. It made the job a lot easier and you were able to focus more on your delivery and interaction with customers, leading to more tips. Times were rough after having to accept defeat with your studies and repeating a year with your own funding but things were looking up. If you keep at it, you’ll make it out alive.

Your only complaint was the dress code. Make up was advised with a bold red lip but must be kept simple. You felt like a showgirl of some kind, squeezed into a high collar, white dress that came down to your mid thigh and with a low-cut, open back. The sleeves aren’t as long as you would like but, at least, you were permitted to use black kitten heel court shoe pumps as opposed to stilettos — your only saving grace, along with the higher salary and generous tips.

“Looks like we have a newbie working the bar,” Sirius points out, drawing all attention to your lively figure as you served drinks with a sweet smile and airy voice. A hum of curiosity vibrates through Remus’ chest and up to his lips at the sight of you, “certainly easy on the eyes, huh?” the tattooed, right-hand comments again as he looks towards the head of the table where Remus holds up his glass of Negroni.

“Very… innocent— a sweet, pretty, little thing,” James comments on Remus’ other side, which Peter grunts at in agreement as he takes a sip of his whiskey-sour.

“Looks like she doesn’t belong,” Peter nods before smirking and letting out a light laugh. The domino effect had James and Sirius laughing too as Remus smirks behind his glass before proceeding to down the rest of his drink.

“Exactly your type, eh? Moony?”

Sirius’ teasing comment is ignored. Instead, Remus calls for there server and orders another drink with an additional request that only confirms his smirking friend’s disregarded statement, “Have the new bartender personally deliver my drink for me as well,”

There was no higher authority that could dismiss the club owner’s personal request.

It was a strange request but you steeled your nerves and asked your fellow bartender to minister your unattended station while you made quick work on the order. It wasn’t unusual to receive requests like this from an isolated table that had privacy curtains for convenience. However, it was usually for drinks that you could make a show out of like a Holy Water cocktail, a Phoenix cocktail and even a Dragon’s Blood cocktail — a performance that you liked partaking in for the flammable aspect. But this was a Negroni. A cocktail of equal parts gin, saccharine vermouth and bitter Italian Campari. It’s a very egalitarian drink that was enjoyed by everyone, men and women alike, simple but elegant and definitely didn’t require a performance. Despite the odd summons, you were eager to fulfil your curiosity for who the client may be.

With a professional smile, you place refined mix in the middle of your circular tray with it’s classic orange garnish and set off to the table. The standby server, who made the order, saw your approach and quickly announced your arrival through the small front opening, momentarily disappearing into the shadow of the curtains. He reappears a moment later and pulls the heavy drapes fully apart, to reveal the guests from beneath the, once, opaque shadows.

To say that you were stunned was an understatement.

It was pure luck that you didn’t stutter in your stride and spill the cocktail prematurely. At the table was seated four men, all dressed in suits and ties that were in various states of disorder. Among their collection of suits, you could spot Armani and Tom Ford, however, you were sure that their unconventional styles were not the way those suits were intended to be worn.

One man with long, midnight-black hair and paper-pale skin had an array of mismatching tattoos littering both arms, revealed to you by his lack of a suit jacket and rolled-up sleeves. Another wore cute circular glasses and a cheeky grin with a suit jacket but no button up shirt and his chiseled upper body on full display. The last was a dirty blonde with piercing eyes and a deceivingly boyish smile. He had his ankle propped up on his opposite knee and several buttons undone where a tie should have been fastened over, his sleeves also rolled up as his suit jacket lay beside him.

It was the man at the head of the table, however, who stole your attention. If you had to guess who ordered such a simple but elegant drink, it would have to be him. He had his suit jacket draped over his broad shoulders and also had several of his top buttons undone, revealing some faded scars marked across his toned chest. His neat brunette hair and kind brown eyes gave him a deceivingly gentle appearance but his close company revealed a duplicity that caught and tensed your nerves.

You ignored the creeping goosebumps that prickled your skin, down from your toes all the way up to your ears.

Just do your job…

“Gentlemen,” you addressed kindly with a slight tilt of your head, which they acknowledged with their own hums of acknowledgement, their eyes lighting up in subtle surprise at your actions, “I have an order for a Negroni,” you raise your tray with the drink and scan the four for some indication as to who the order belonged to.

“That would be for me,” just as you suspected, it was the brunette with the kindest eyes but also the most ominous air. His voice is a deep and smooth lullaby, patient with it’s seduction on your senses. It was a trap that you resisted but are so hopelessly tempted to fall into, “Thank you, sweetheart,” he meets your eyes as you lower the drink into his large, outstretched hand. You notice how his knuckles and fingers are littered with scars also, some fresh, some faded with time and some hidden behind luxurious rings. Nevertheless…

He’s beautiful

She’s precious

“Not a problem,” you reassure with a soft voice, “have a good evening,” with your circular tray pressed against your side, you offer him an innocent smile and dismiss the butterflies in your stomach urging you to linger, “gentlemen,” you acknowledge the remaining three once more before offering another sweet smile. Turning on your heel, you leave the group and ignore the stares drilling holes into the back of your head.

She doesn’t know…

Once you were out of earshot, Remus turns to his closest friends and most trusted colleagues. They all share a look, one that conveys a unanimous thought. It isn’t long before their agreement manifests into knowing smiles and a ring of laughter shared between them.

“Don’t get greedy now, Moony,” Peter chimes in as Sirius throws his head back with a barking laugh.

“That’s not gonna stop him Wormtail, you know that; she’s a rare one,”

“So what’s the plan, bossman?” James asks with a raised brow as he brings his drink up to his lips.

Remus doesn’t answer right away, he simply requests that the curtain remain open so he can fix his fond gaze on you for the remainder of the evening. The group already knew what to do and sat at the edge of their seats, awaiting orders eagerly despite their slack shoulders and composed expressions. Only they were able to observe the shift in the air between them; it became charged as soon as you entered their circle and slowly started accelerating, parallel to the climbing affection in Remus’ eyes as he watches you smile at customers while making their drinks.

He takes a singular sip of his Negroni, bitterly sweet with a citrus edge.

Heaven in a glass. And made by an angel.

“I want a background check and profile put together immediately,” Remus finally orders, “I want to know everything there is to know about her,”

A/N : i downloaded some fics and read some over the holidays and there some mafia/mobster aus and i couldn’t help but picture remus as a mob boss, i’m sure im not the only one to ever imagine this but goddamn! why is it so easy to imagine sweet, gentle, responsible remus like that?!

NAVI.

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renren-006 · 1 month

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Sunshine Optimist | Daryl Dixion x fem reader

plot: you were sunshine and he was scared of getting burned.

word count: 1305

a/n: heyyyy here is another daryl story hope you enjoy!

Daryl was always jealous of your optimism, the way you constantly thought things would get better or that the world wasn't as screwed up as it seemed.

Every time the group had a bump in the road, you were there, telling everyone that things would turn around; most of the time, you were right, and when you were wrong, Daryl was the only one to remind you of it. You liked him and never let his words hurt you too much, not when you knew he was just hurting. Daryl didn't let many people in, including you, but when he did, you knew it was because of your optimism that he did.

You were like sunshine in his eyes, and he was afraid of getting burned.

You thought he was like the night sky, dark, but with a few shining stars, the dark wasn't that intimidating.

The prison was the first shining star in Daryl's world. He hated that he believed your optimism then and loved that you were right. He grumbled about it to Carol so often that the woman would just laugh and shoo him away to go figure out his feelings. Daryl knew he liked you, you made his world light up, and he also knew he could never tell you. He did the only thing he knew how to do when he had feelings: push them and you away so he wouldn't have to worry about it.

That only made things worse for him.

You knew he pushed you away, you could feel it and see that whatever he was feeling scared the shit out of him. Rick even tried to comfort you about it.

“He's scared,” Rick said as he walked up beside you. You were standing on the gravel road watching him ride off on his motorcycle after another failed conversation with the man. Rick put a hand on your shoulder. “He's…not good with his feelings”

“I know. Just wish he would talk to me.” You told the older man. “I like him but sometimes it hurts too.”

“Sometimes love hurts”

“That's not helping this situation Rick” you told him sarcastically.

“I know. I'm sorry. Daryl…he's like a deer, startle him and he’ll run”

“That's probably the best way to describe him,” you said laughing. Rick smiled, patted your soldier, and walked back to helping the others with walker controle.

Daryl kept burying his feelings for you, deep, deep down. He felt his skin burn when he was near you, so he never put himself in that situation. That never worked because you would seek him out more than he wanted you to. It took 6 months of being in the Prison before something happened that forced him to feel what he was trying not to.

You joined Daryl, Michonne, and a few of the new people at the Prison on the run. You rode with Michonne in the pickup truck while the others tagged behind. Daryl rode beside the truck, failing at not watching you in the passenger seat. You knew he was watching, knew you wanted to be on that motorcycle with him, but knew you needed to let him come to you.

Once you arrived at the store a few miles from the prison and looked to have not been raided, you all made your way inside. The building was dark and muggy, and it sounded like a few employees didn't make it. You took care of the ones on your side of the store. Daryl closes behind, keeping an eye out. You glanced around before motioning to Daryl to hand you one of the bags to start filling. You got about halfway down the aisle when a Walker jumped you out of nowhere. He didn't bite you, but shit, he scared you.

“Fuck” you cursed as the walked pushed you back twords the wall, making you knife fummble out of your handsat the supprise. Daryl jumped into action shoving the walker off you and killing it before it could get a taste of skin. Daryl jumped back over to you looking over every inch of skin.

“He didn't get me. He didn't get me. Im fine” you told him, repeating the phrase over and over till he looked you in the eyes. “Daryl, im fine”

“You ain’t comin’ out ‘ere again” he said seriously, “No more runs”

“You can't bench me Daryl” you told him turning from fright to anger.

“Hell I can” he said back.

“No. I'm not yours, Daryl. You have made that very clear. You can't come back and act like you care,” you said angrily, letting all those pent-up months of feeling like nothing to Daryl out. He stared at you blankly, realizing how horrible he must have made you feel, always shoving you away.

“I….” Daryl started, wanting to scream at himself for what he had done.

“No. Im done” you told him pushing the man off you, “i'm going over there, stay the hell away Daryl”

Daryl stared blankly at where your body had previously been before you walked off, grabbed your knife, and continued on to the next row, far away from him. For the rest of that run, you stayed away, walking to another aisle whenever he tried to keep close. Michonne picked up on the energy shift between you, too, without having to say anything.

“If she doesn't want you around Daryl, it's because you pushed her so far to do so” she told him.he nodded back, knowing it was his fault and that he caused it. “You have to fix it. No more shoving her away”

“I know”

“Good. Now get back to work, we leave in thirty” Michone said.

That night Daryl found you at your guard tower sitting outside watching the stars. He knocked on the window on the corner wall by you. Glancing over you raised it was him, you rolled your eyes.

“I thought i said to stay the hell away Daryl” you said, a bit of venom dripped in your voice. Something Daryl had never heard from you.

“I know, Im sorry”

“Sorry isn't going to cut it” You told him, “For months you have pushed me away, made me feel worthless to you and I pushed through but you have no right…”

“I know,” he said, cutting you off. “I was afraid of getting’ hurt y/n”

“Hurt?”

“yer sunshine and I'm…”

“A starry night,” you told him. Holding his gaze. “You're like the stars in the night sky, bright enough to make the darkness not so scary. I always thought you were, but then you changed.”

“I…I couldn't stand yer optimism” he said, “ya made me feel…”

“Made you feel what”

“Like my heart was gonna explode” he said, crouching down by you, “yur makin me feel optimistic about the world”

“I like having that effect on people” you told him, “I like having an affect on you”

“Ya do” he said, “Ya make me feel happy like I haven't been in a while”

“Good” you said and pulled him down to you, crashing your lips onto his. You pulled away from him, “Tell me your sorry again”

“I'm sorry Y/N” he said, the husky voice of the redneck sent shivers down your spine.

“And that you won't ever push me away like you did”

“I promise,” he said, smiling at the way you were making him tell you what you already knew was true. You pulled the man back and kissed him deeply. He pulled you closer to him, picked you up, and carried you into your tower. The sounds and moans that escaped your guard tower that night were heard across the starry sky, which seemed to smile down towards the Prison.

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bellaxgiornata · 9 months

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All These Years [Part 13: "Breaking the News"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

[You can find the full series summary and masterlist of installments for All These Years here.]

Warnings/tags: 18+ for this series; contains emotional hurt with no comfort until the final installments, angst, pining, friends to lovers, slowburn, and eventually smut

Word Count: 7.6k

a/n: This installment is quite painful and there is still no comfort to be had in this series quite yet, friends. But hey, it's the long anticipated moment where Matt learns the truth, right? And you get a Matt POV at the end. Plus this one is LONG. I hope you enjoy and feedback is always appreciated!

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Shifting back and forth on your feet outside of Foggy’s apartment, you anxiously waited for him to answer the door. Both of your now sweat-slicked hands were firmly gripping the six pack of beer you’d picked up on your way over, hoping it would help ease the sting of what you were here to tell him. You were beyond terrified of his reaction and just hoping he would take the news as well as you figured he could.

You could hear Foggy’s muffled voice as he made his way through the apartment, the door swinging open a few moments later. Your stomach twisted uncomfortably in knots as Foggy’s beaming face came into view. You felt terrible that he had no idea why you’d asked to stop by tonight, and judging by the look on his face, he clearly thought it was just a friendly social visit.

“Hey!” he greeted brightly, saying your name. “Come on in!”

“Hey, Fog,” you greeted him back nervously.

Stepping inside, you awkwardly slipped out of your shoes as Foggy closed the door behind you. The rapidly beating thrum of your heart felt loud to your own ears as you sent him a tight smile. Foggy’s attention dropped down to the beer in your hands, his eyes further lighting up.

“Oh man, I am so glad you actually brought some beer because you know what?” he began, making his way towards the worn gray couch in his living room. “This whole week has been rough. Like an absolute shit show at the office. I could’ve started drinking hours ago.”

Hesitantly you followed after Foggy, making your way over towards his couch and watching as he sank down onto a cushion. Feeling even worse after hearing that his week had been difficult already, you awkwardly set the beer on his coffee table before sliding out two bottles and handing one to him. He thanked you before twisting off the cap, tossing it next to the six pack on the coffee table. Feeling slightly sick to your stomach, you opened your beer before settling onto the couch. Immediately you took a long pull from the bottle, swallowing the alcohol down and hoping it would quickly help dull your nerves. Except when you lowered the bottle to your lap, spotting Foggy across from you on the couch rubbing at his temples, your nerves only increased.

“So uh, bad week?” you asked lamely.

Foggy nodded enthusiastically. “That’s an understatement,” he replied. “We almost lost the trial yesterday. The whole thing was a massive headache. Matt has been a little too distracted this week with who the hell knows what, but he was off. Like way off this week. He was nothing like his usual self.”

“Oh,” you whispered, not wanting to think about Matt right now.

“But anyway, it’s Friday tomorrow and things should hopefully be looking up,” Foggy concluded, the smile returning to his face. “I’m going to try to remain optimistic that tomorrow will be better. But what about you? How’s work been going for you? And how’re things with your man? I haven’t seen him in a bit.”

Gripping the bottle of beer a little tighter in your hands, you took a deep breath and tried to prepare yourself for the news you were about to break.

“Well, Adam and I…broke up,” you admitted slowly.

Foggy’s eyes grew wide immediately, one hand lowering the beer from his mouth before he could even take a drink. He was leaning towards you on the couch, his mouth open in shock. You watched as he struggled to take a moment to process the information.

“You–you guys broke up? When?” Foggy asked.

Biting your lip, you looked away. Your cheeks were burning from the guilt at having kept Foggy in the dark for so long, but you hadn’t been ready to tell Foggy the full truth about why you’d broken up and that you were possibly moving. And there hadn’t really been a way to explain things away to him without lying in front of Matt–which you knew Matt would’ve called you out on.

“It’s been a few months now,” you told him.

“What?” he asked in shock.

Foggy was quickly sliding over to you on the couch, reaching over to set his beer on the coffee table before his focus fully turned on you. You could already feel the tears forming when you saw that damn sympathetic look on his face again.

“Dude, hey, what’s going on? Why didn’t you tell me you and Adam broke up?” he questioned. “You tell me everything . What happened?”

“He wanted more from me than I could give him,” you confessed, lips trembling. “Because I–I'm still…”

Foggy’s face instantly fell, knowing exactly what you meant without you even needing to finish your sentence. He nodded slowly.

“Matt?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “Matt.”

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Foggy said, one of his hands landing comfortingly on your shoulder. “I really thought maybe Adam had been the one to get you past your feelings for him. You both seemed so happy together.”

“We were, to an extent,” you told him. “Until Erica came into the picture and reminded me that I can’t just push my feelings for Matt under a rug.”

“So that’s why you broke up then?” Foggy asked. “Because you still have feelings for Matt?”

“Well,” you began slowly, your mouth suddenly going dry, “there was…something else.”

Foggy straightened on the couch instantly, his eyes narrowing curiously back at you. You felt his hand tighten on your shoulder just a bit.

“What do you mean?” he asked. “Did he–was he…?”

“No,” you said quickly, shaking your head. “No, he wasn’t cheating. But I–I was offered a new position at work a few days before we broke up.”

You swore Foggy’s entire body had frozen on the couch. It didn’t even look like he was breathing anymore.

“It uh, it has a huge pay increase–almost double my current salary,” you continued, your stomach nervously churning as you did. “But it’s–it’s out in L.A. And Adam didn’t want to leave his job and his family here. Which is why he mentioned things like moving in together and–and possibly marriage down the road. He wanted me to stay for him. But I couldn’t see those things with him. And I tried really hard to, but I just–just couldn’t. So we broke up. And then afterwards I’d been…considering the job offer.”

Foggy’s lips thinned out, tears shining noticeably in his own eyes as he sat so still beside you. You could feel your own tears ready to fall at the way he was looking at you.

“You're taking it, aren't you?” he whispered. “You’re taking the job?”

Swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat, you nodded. “Yeah, Fog,” you answered. “I accepted it. They offered it months ago and I’d been waiting until it was a sure thing before I told you.”

Foggy sniffled loudly, his hand releasing your shoulder to wipe the heel of it across his watery eyes. “So you’ve known for a while?” he asked.

“Like I said, it wasn’t a sure thing,” you told him. “My company was still trying to get their new office set up out there for the past couple of months. But I officially accepted the offer at the beginning of this week. I uh, I’m flying out this weekend to find an apartment, but I’ll be back on Monday for work.”

“Fuck,” Foggy swore, turning and slumping defeatedly back into the the couch. “I can’t fucking believe this.”

Licking your lips nervously, your attention dropped down to the beer in your lap. Your fingers were drumming along the brown bottle as you heard Foggy curse again. Slowly you tried to inhale a deep breath, struggling to keep your resolve. You knew this was going to be difficult, but you also knew you needed to do this.

“Why are you leaving?” Foggy asked, breaking the silence that had fallen.

“I told you,” you began, “I was offered a position that–”

“No,” he said, cutting you off firmly and sitting upright again, the movement and tone catching your eye. “No, that’s not why you’re leaving. It’s because of this thing with Matt, isn’t it? You’re leaving because of him.”

Stunned, your mouth opened and closed a few times as you tried to form a sentence. Were you that transparent?

“Fog, I–”

“You’re running away, aren’t you?” he pressed. “Admit it. You’re running away from him.”

“Foggy, I can’t do this anymore,” you confessed, a few tears finally spilling over. “Yes, okay? Yes, I’m running away from Matt. Because I love him and he knows it, but what he feels for me isn’t the same. It’ll never be the same.”

You brushed a hand absently over your cheeks to wipe away the tears that had slipped out. Fuck, you were so sick of crying.

“I love him, Fog,” you said, voice breaking on his name. “And it hurts so fucking bad. Do you have any idea what that’s like? To be in love with your best friend for years ?”

Tears were openly streaming down Foggy’s face now as he listened to you. He kept dabbing at his eyes with the back of his hand, but more tears kept coming in their stead. The sight of him crying was only further causing more of your own tears to fall.

“I see him all of the time, Foggy,” you continued, emotion thick in your voice. “It hurts to even hug him knowing it means something else to me than it does to him. And it’s like I swear I feel something everytime we do. It’s like this–this warm, happy, safe feeling washes over me. Like I could just–just stay there forever. But then I have to remind myself he’s just my friend and it hurts .” Sniffling loudly, you tried to keep your voice even as the words continued to pour out of you. “Now he’s with Erica. And you’ve seen him with her, Fog. He’s got that lovesick puppy look around her all of the time. He’s been crazy about her for months. It’s like Elektra all over again, except Erica isn’t necessarily bad for him. Their relationship, despite how busy Erica always is, is one that I could see becoming something more, you know?”

“Marriage?” Foggy asked.

Grimacing, you nodded. “Yeah,” you whispered. “And if it’s not her, it’s going to be someone else. Someone who isn’t me. And Fog, I–I can’t–can’t–”

The words got stuck in your throat, and no matter how hard you tried, it was a choked sob that fell out of you instead. Foggy was quick to wrap his arms around you and pull you into a hug. Burying your face into his shoulder, you openly wept at the thought of having to witness Matt get married to someone else. It had been painful for years to see him sleep around with countless women at Columbia, even worse when he’d been so stuck on Elektra with how awful she was for him. And then it stung watching him date and sleep around even more after that. But seeing him in a relationship now that might be eventually going towards something serious down the road? That had been the line you had to draw.

“I can’t be here to see that,” you choked out, shaking your head against Foggy’s shoulder as the tears continued to fall from your eyes. “It would–would kill me, Fog. I can’t–can’t see him marry someone else. I can’t do it. I can’t .”

“But why do you have to go?” Foggy whispered. “Why do you have to leave me, too?”

“Because Matt will always be here,” you answered softly. “And as long as he’s within reach, I’ll always be reaching for him.”

Pulling away from Foggy, you wiped roughly at your eyes. His arms released you slowly, coming to wipe at his own eyes that were still watering.

“I’m sorry, Fog,” you whispered. “But you can still come visit. So can Karen. And–and maybe someday I’ll come back and visit you here. It’s not like we’ll never see each other again.”

“Have you told Matt?” Foggy asked.

The question felt like a punch to the gut. You winced at the mention of Matt, that ache in your chest painfully growing. You wondered if anything would ever get rid of it.

“No,” you answered, shaking your head. “I haven’t.”

“How long until you leave?” Foggy asked.

Your focus dropped down to the beer in your lap. Fingers fidgeting nervously with the label, you refused to look at Foggy when you spoke next.

“About three more weeks,” you said.

“Shit,” he breathed out. “So when–when are you going to tell him?”

Worrying your bottom lip between your teeth, you shook your head. “I don’t know,” you admitted. “I don’t even know how to look him in the face and tell him this. I don’t know how I’m going to–” you paused, eyes snapping shut, “–to say goodbye to him.”

“He deserves to know,” Foggy pointed out. “He deserves a chance to say goodbye to you.”

“I know,” you breathed out. “I know.”

Turning the corner, your eyes landed on the red neon sign for Josie’s bar. Your arms wrapped anxiously around yourself, hugging your body tight as you made your way down the sidewalk towards it, maneuvering through the evening foot traffic on the sidewalk.

Tonight was the night. You'd asked Fog and Matt to come out with you to Josie’s. It would be just the three of you this evening, no significant others. Just like old times.

And you were going to tell Matt you were moving in three days.

You'd admittedly cried a lot back at your apartment while you'd gotten ready to come out. Just thinking about what you were going to say to Matt and knowing how soon you would be saying goodbye had gotten you instantly emotional. And you knew Matt was going to be upset with you tonight. You were telling him just days before you left. It hadn’t been intentional, you’d certainly tried to tell him over the weeks before, but you had kept putting it off because you'd been too much of a coward, too afraid to tell him so many other times before. But now that your flight out of New York City was literally days away, you knew you didn’t have a choice. You couldn’t keep putting it off.

Opening the door to Josie’s and stepping inside, you were instantly hit with that musty, moldy smell that always seemed to mix with the scent of alcohol and sweat here. It wasn’t much cooler inside than it was outside tonight you noticed, your eyes scanning the bar for a sign of Matt and Foggy. You spotted them by a table at the far back of the bar, your eyes connecting to Foggy’s almost instantly. He sent you a sad smile, waving you over. You tried your best not to look miserable in return as you approached the table.

“You finally made it,” Matt said, shooting you a wide grin. “Was wondering what was taking you so long.”

The smile you tried to return him probably looked pained, but you knew despite his senses he couldn’t quite tell that. For a moment you stood there standing beside the table, your eyes scanning Matt over where he sat. That handsome, charming smile was still spread wide across his face. You noticed his beard was a bit darker and thicker than usual beneath his red glasses tonight, and he was dressed in his usual white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, his muscular forearms on display as he rested his arms on the table.

The sight of him alone felt like a stab to the heart. Blinking hard, you forced yourself to look away as you situated yourself in the chair across the table from him. Turning, you focused your attention on Foggy to the left of you instead. You needed a moment to try to collect yourself.

“Yeah,” you said, finally responding to Matt. “I was running a little late, sorry. I hope you guys weren’t waiting too long.”

“Just a few minutes,” Matt replied. “Not a big deal. I grabbed you a beer, hope that’s alright.”

He slid a bottle across the table towards you, your eyes following the movement of it. For some reason the little act of thoughtfulness had your heart squirming in your chest. It was just a beer, after all. It didn’t mean anything. It’s not like you all hadn’t bought drinks for each other many times in the past.

“Thanks,” you muttered.

A silence fell across the three of you when Matt drew his own beer to his lips for a drink. Your eyes landed on Foggy, noticing him shooting you a pointed look. He’d been on your ass about telling Matt you were leaving for weeks now, and it was apparent on his face that he was mentally screaming at you to rip the bandaid off and just tell him already.

“So uh, how’s work been?” you asked.

Foggy’s eyes narrowed at you and you quickly glanced down at the table, ignoring the sharp look on his face. You didn’t want to just sit down and drop the news in Matt’s lap the moment you showed up. You, at the very least, needed a minute to prepare yourself.

“Busy,” Foggy replied simply. “How’s work been for you?”

Nervously your tongue darted out, wetting your lips. You knew what he was doing. It felt like your throat was closing up at just the thought of saying ‘I’m moving in three days’ to Matt.

“Good,” you answered.

Foggy’s eyes only narrowed further at you. Unable to stand the weight of his glare, you glanced across the table to Matt. But that had proven to be a terrible idea because he was focused straight on you, his head tilted a bit to the side. His dark brows had furrowed together, slightly drawing down below the red lenses he wore.

You knew that look. Ever since you’d learned that Matt was the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen and you’d been informed about his heightened senses, you’d come to recognize when Matt was picking up on something. Zeroed in on it. And right now he was very focused on you. That alone had your pulse increasing, wondering how much he was picking up on– what he was picking up on.

“You doing alright?” Matt asked you.

Clearing your throat, your attention dropped back to the table. Saying yes was an obvious lie. Saying no would leave you telling Matt the truth right here and now and you weren’t sure the words were going to come out yet. You weren’t sure you were ready for the way he’d surely be upset with you at the news.

“I’m just stressed,” you said–not technically a lie.

There was a brief pause. You could feel both men staring at you and you felt yourself shrinking further in on yourself in response.

“Stressed about what?” Matt pressed.

“Work,” you answered simply.

“What about work?” Foggy pushed.

One of your hands grabbed onto your beer bottle, squeezing it tight in your fist. You felt like you were going to explode, your heart pounding hard in your chest.

“Why don’t we talk about work a little later?” you suggested, teeth gritting together.

Your focus flew up to Foggy, the pair of you locking eyes. There was a very disappointed expression currently resting on his face. For some reason when you saw his mouth open, your own did, too. But instead of blurting the truth to Matt, you found yourself blurting something almost as bad before Foggy could speak.

“How’re Marci and Erica?”

You cringed the moment the question left you, realizing you’d asked Matt to indulge you with details about his relationship. That was not what you wanted. Even Foggy’s expression softened at your question, aware of your mistake.

“Marci’s been busy with work, but doing good,” Foggy answered.

“Great,” you replied stiffly.

Grinding your teeth together, you turned your attention to Matt. There was no backing out of enduring this tidbit about Erica because you’d asked for it. You were just going to have to force the strained smile to stay on your lips as you waited for Matt to stab you in the heart yet again.

“Uh, she’s doing well,” Matt answered slowly, his focus seeming to shift between you and Foggy for a moment.

“Fantastic,” you stated, the strained smile still on your mouth.

You drew your beer up to your lips for another drink, feeling like you desperately needed it. When Matt suddenly spoke again, you hadn’t been expecting it.

“Actually,” he said, his tone a little off, “there was something I was hoping to talk to you both about. Since it’s been quite some time since we’ve been together like this. Just the three of us. I figured I’d tell you both something that’s been on my mind recently.”

Swallowing down your beer, you slowly lowered the bottle to the table. Your attention shifted to Foggy, one of your brows raising curiously. He made a face, lightly shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head in return. He looked just as confused as you were.

“It’s about Erica,” Matt began.

You sucked in a breath, holding it as your eyes flew back to Matt and you waited in anticipation. Had they broken up? Had Matt finally told her the truth about himself and she couldn’t handle it? Was she…cheating on him?

“Look, I know it’s not been quite seven months yet, but I’ve been thinking about just taking the plunge,” Matt continued on, his words tumbling out rapidly. “She’s really great. And she’s an intelligent, driven, successful woman. And we get along so well. I–I’ve found myself thinking about marriage lately.”

It took your brain a few seconds to process what Matt had just said, but when you did, your jaw literally dropped. He hadn’t been with Erica for quite seven months yet, but he was already thinking about marrying her?

Your breath literally caught in your throat as you sat there in absolute shock. You couldn’t breathe. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Foggy’s head instantly whip in your direction. His eyes were wide, his mouth also hanging open in complete surprise.

“Guys?” Matt said nervously. “Care to say something?”

He wanted to marry Erica.

He wanted to marry her .

He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her .

Your right hand flew up to your chest, clutching the fabric of your shirt roughly in your fingers. There was a sharp pain shooting straight through your heart in a way you’d never felt before. Were you about to have a panic attack? A heart attack maybe? Was that what this was?

You might actually throw up.

“That’s uh…” Foggy said, voice trailing off as he tried to search for words.

“A good thing?” Matt suggested.

You could hear your pulse hammering in your own ears as you tried to inhale a shaky breath. Fuck, why was it so hard to breathe? Across the table, Matt focused back on you, saying your name with a note of concern.

“Are you doing okay?” he asked slowly. “You don’t sound…alright.”

He just fucking told you he wanted to marry Erica when he knew you were in love with him. Of course you weren’t fucking alright . You were the farthest goddamn thing from alright .

“Does she know?” you breathed out.

“Well…no,” Matt answered slowly. “I haven’t bought up the topic quite yet but I–”

“Does she know who you really are?” you pressed, cutting him off as your hand clutched your chest tighter. “ Does she know ?”

You swore you saw his eyes narrow behind his glasses in the dim light of Josie’s. His lips pressed firmly together in what appeared to be a hint of irritation.

“No,” he answered, his tone darkening a bit. “She doesn’t know that yet, but I don’t think it will be a problem at the moment. She’s mentioned always wanting a long engagement, so I’d have plenty of time to figure it out with her. I don’t think it would be an issue, and until then, she’d want to probably stay at her place near her work. Which means I could keep doing what I’ve been doing. We’d just have to figure that all out later. We’d make it work.”

A bitter laugh fell out of you before you could stop it. Didn’t he hear how stupid that sounded? What the hell sort of hold did she have on him? Why was he so stuck on her? He deserved so much better than being with someone who didn’t know him. He deserved someone who saw all of him and wanted him still. Who loved him for the man he was, crazy and frustrating as he could be sometimes.

Someone like you.

But of course you were never good enough. He'd rather propose to a woman that didn't know he could smell what she'd eaten for lunch when she saw him after work. That had no idea he was risking his life most nights to save the people in the part of the city he loved so dearly.

“She will never move to Hell’s Kitchen with how much she dislikes it, and you’ll never leave it,” you stated sharply, anger quickly growing within you at how ridiculous this whole situation was beginning to sound. “How does that work, Matthew?”

Matt’s brows entirely pulled together behind his lenses, his jaw clenching as he stared back at you. “Well I don’t see how that’s any of your concern,” he shot back, a sharper edge to his tone. “You’re not part of this relationship.”

You gaped at him, momentarily stunned and hurt. A second later your eyes darted over to Foggy, seeing him sitting there in absolute mortification at whatever was happening between you and Matt. He looked like a deer in the headlights.

“Well, Matthew ,” you said bitterly, focusing back on him across the table and not even bothering to hide your anger at this point. What did it matter anymore? You were leaving in three days anyway. “I think it’s a bit absurd that you want to propose to a woman who doesn’t even know you, when you have absolutely no fucking idea where you both would even live together, after not quite seven months of dating. Doesn’t sound like you thought more than three seconds about this whole thing.”

“Excuse me?” he snapped, his dark brows shooting up onto his forehead. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I think it sounds like you’re clinging to her like you clung to Elektra,” you snapped. “For whatever fucking reason you did.”

Matt sat back in his chair, a look of surprise mingled with hurt written on his face. Part of you felt bad for that low blow, but you didn’t have long to feel that way before Matt was leaning forward again, his face set in a firm expression.

“Just because things didn’t work out how you wanted for yourself, doesn’t mean the rest of us have to sit here stuck in one place,” Matt shot back.

His words felt like a slap to the face. You sat there for a moment, the tears burning in your eyes at the audacity of him saying that to you. Of him knowing how you felt about him, telling you he wanted to marry another woman, and then throwing your feelings back at you like that.

Swallowing hard, you abruptly pushed your chair back and rose to your feet. Matt was still sitting and seething on the other side of the table, focused on your movements. Foggy’s face looked like it was permanently stuck in a mixture of shock and horror as he sat in utter silence.

“Fuck you, Matt,” you growled. “I never thought you were that much of an asshole to throw my feelings for you like that back in my fucking face.”

Matt straightened instantly in his chair, his expression shifting rapidly. “What?” he asked.

“I said fuck you ,” you spat, tears starting to make their way down your cheeks. “For knowing I’ve had feelings for you all these fucking years,” you barreled on, watching as his mouth immediately dropped open and his eyebrows shot up high onto his forehead, “and letting me think you were fucking dead for months and now making me listen to your bullshit desire to marry Erica. You’re not worth the goodbye. So fuck you, Matthew Murdock.”

You didn’t bother to wait for him to recover from the shock of your outburst, his body pin straight in his chair as he gaped at you in stunned silence. Turning on your heel, you stormed off out of Josie’s, fuming internally as you pushed the door open and made your way out into the night.

Matt sat in his chair, his mind racing as he listened to you making your exit from Josie’s. He could taste the salt of your tears and the venom of your anger in the air right before you'd left, but it was what he'd thought he'd heard you say that had him sitting dumbfounded in his seat.

Had you said what he'd thought you'd said? Had that really happened?

"Shit, Matt," Foggy groaned out. "What the hell was that?"

Matt's head spun towards Foggy, shock still coursing through him. He could feel his hands shaking as they reached up, pulling his glasses from his face and lowering them to the table.

"What did she just say?" he asked Foggy in disbelief.

Matt could hear the way Foggy’s mouth dropped open yet again and the way his eyes had widened on his friend's face. Though Matt was more focused on the feel of his own racing heart in his chest as he tried to understand what had just happened.

"I think she said it pretty loud and clear, buddy," Foggy told him. "She's pissed at you. And I don't blame her one bit."

"No," Matt breathed out, shaking his head at Foggy. "Not that. The other part. The part about having feelings for me."

"I mean…yeah," Foggy replied matter-of-factly. "She's had them for you forever, dude. You knew that already though."

" What ?" Matt whispered in shock.

You…you'd had feelings for him? For Matt? For years ? And you both for some reason thought he knew that?

"Yeah, Matt," Foggy continued. "She's been crazy about you practically since she met you. She said you guys talked about this when she found out about your big secret. That was a while ago now. She said you'd told her you always had known she liked you because of your senses."

"I–what?" Matt stammered.

"Dude," Foggy said in exasperation. "Why are you acting like this is such big news?"

"Because it is , Fog!" Matt exclaimed. "She told me she was in love with you !"

Foggy froze, his mouth once again hanging wide open. Matt could feel the confusion practically rolling off of him in the chair beside him. Then he noticed Foggy quickly and firmly shaking his head.

"What the fuck are you talking about, Matt?" he asked. "When the hell did she tell you that ?"

"That night!" Matt shouted. “She told me that night!”

“No,” Foggy said, still shaking his head. “No, there’s no way, dude. Did she expressly say ‘Hey, Matt I’m in love with Foggy?’”

Matt opened his mouth, about to tell him yes, but then he stopped short. Because no, you hadn’t in fact said Foggy’s name exactly. You had never actually told him you had feelings for Foggy. He’d always just thought that’s who you’d meant and it had made sense. Even Elektra had been pushing that idea onto him, telling him that you were always pining after him. How obvious it was with the way you looked at Foggy. He’d always thought that was the truth.

Had he been wrong this whole time?

“No,” Matt breathed out. “She–she never said your name. She never said any name.”

It felt like his entire world was falling apart around him. You’d never actually told him you liked Foggy. Never explicitly said his name. He’d just let Elektra’s words and his senses paint a story for him that he’d believed for so long. Which meant that night, over a year ago now when Elektra had dropped him off at your apartment, you’d been thinking he knew that you'd always had feelings for him because of his senses, when Matt had thought you had confirmed you'd always had feelings for Foggy this whole time. And that also meant that night when you hadn’t known who the masked man was and he’d found you drunk in that alley after your asshole ex had cheated on you–it had been him you’d really been crying over. You had both held each other tight that night crying over your feelings for each other in the rain.

All of this time he had been the friend who you’d had feelings for? How could he have been so fucking unaware?

“Holy shit, you really didn’t know, did you?” Foggy asked in surprise.

“No,” Matt repeated vehemently, his focus returning to Foggy. “No, Fog. I swore I thought she was always in love with you! Ever since she met you the pair of you just clicked! You were always spending so much time together. Both so alike. And her body was always reacting like crazy around you–but it…” he trailed off, blinking hard a few times. “It was me?”

Foggy reached out, placing a hand on Matt’s shoulder. He felt his friend give it a reassuring squeeze as he tried to process the influx of information suddenly rushing back to him. Every time he’d thought he was reading you reacting to Foggy, it had been him. How could he have read you so wrong for years?

“Fuck, I almost told her on graduation night,” Matt recalled, tears filling his eyes. “You’d fallen asleep and she was–was right there . I had been about to tell her I had feelings for her–about to kiss her–but then she suddenly panicked and I felt her fear. I thought it was because she knew I was going to and she had gotten scared. Because she wanted you .”

“Dude, no,” Foggy said, squeezing Matt’s shoulder again. “She probably was hoping you’d kiss her but afraid she was misreading the situation. That’s probably the fear you picked up on. She thinks you’ve only ever seen her as a friend, Matt.”

Matt ran a hand through his hair, his mind reeling. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

“All this time I’ve just been–been misreading everything ?” Matt asked in shock.

“Clearly. But how the hell does that even happen with you? With what you can do?” Foggy questioned him. “And also–what the fuck, Matt? You’ve had feelings for our best friend all this time and you never fucking told me ?”

Matt’s attention returned to Foggy beside him, his sightless eyes intensely focused on him. “Do you remember that fall semester?” Matt asked earnestly. “That girl I told you I’d ran into?”

“Matt,” Foggy said with a sigh. “You ran into many girls.”

Matt shook his head quickly. “No, not like this. Not her. The one we called the White Whale?” he pushed.

Matt could hear the way Foggy’s brows drew together on his forehead. His hand fell away from Matt’s shoulder and instead came to run across his mouth as he took a moment to think back.

“Yeah,” Foggy eventually answered. “The girl you spent weeks looking around campus for. The one you were dying to meet. We came up with a bunch of ridiculous ways you might meet up with her over winter break.”

“Yes, her,” Matt replied in a rush. He whispered your name, feeling his heart twisting at the sound of it. “That was her . She was the White Whale, Fog.”

Foggy sat speechless for a moment, his hand still raised to his mouth as if he’d been taken off guard by Matt’s admission. Matt could hear Foggy’s heart rate elevating even further in his chest as he processed that information.

“You–you told me you met the White Whale and things hadn’t worked out, Matt,” Foggy pointed out. “You told me that.”

“Because I thought she’d fallen for you!” Matt shot back, gesturing a hand roughly at Foggy. “So I never told you it was her because I figured it didn't matter anymore. And I was–was an asshole and selfishly never said anything about the feelings I thought she had for you because I–I didn’t want to see you two together.”

“Fucking hell, Matt,” Foggy groaned, running a hand down his face. “What a fucking mess. So all this time you two idiots have had feelings for each other and nothing happened because no one fucking said anything?”

“I had no idea,” Matt whispered. “I had no idea she felt that way about me.”

“Ugh!” Foggy exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air in frustration.

Matt heard the way both of Foggy’s hands flew up to cover his face soon after, his hands rubbing agitatedly at his eyes. He could feel the irritation and frustration coming from his best friend, and he could feel something else exuding from him, too. But Matt didn’t take a moment to even wonder what it was as a thought suddenly struck him.

He shoved his chair back, swiftly rising to his feet. He was going to go after you. He had to. He had to tell you the truth. But Foggy’s hand abruptly grabbed onto his arm and it caused Matt to stop before he could even leave the table.

“What’re you doing?” Foggy asked him.

“Going after her,” Matt answered as if it was obvious. “I can’t leave her like that, Fog. I can’t let her continue thinking I knew all of this time that she had feelings for me and that I never felt the same. Because that’s not true. And I can't let her keep thinking that.”

“Matt, buddy, no,” Foggy replied quickly, tugging on his arm. “You just told her minutes ago that you were considering marrying someone else. And need I remind you–you’re still dating Erica. The woman you just told her you wanted to marry. You can't chase off after her in some grand romantic pursuit and tell her you have feelings for her. Not like this. She deserves better, Matt.”

A pained expression pulled at Matt’s face. He didn’t want to let you go back home feeling like this.Thinking what you were thinking. He didn’t want that. Especially knowing what he now knew.

"What're you saying?" Matt asked.

"You want to tell her this?" Foggy questioned back. “That you have feelings for her?”

Matt nodded immediately. "Yes, Fog. Yes. I've wanted to tell her for years. I’ve come so close so many times," he confessed.

"Then do it when you're single, Matt," Foggy stated. "Don't you dare go chasing after her and telling her you have feelings when you're dating another woman. When you just finished talking about marrying another woman. Don't you do that to her, man. Because so help me, Matt, I don't care how well you throw a punch, I will hit you."

Matt's face slowly fell as he gradually slumped back down in his chair. Foggy was right. He had just dropped this idea of proposing to Erica on you–and God what an asshole he felt like now knowing how much that had to have hurt you to hear. No wonder you’d gotten so angry and your body’s stress levels had risen so quickly. And now he would sound like an ass chasing you down after that. But knowing how much pain he’d just caused you only increased that familiar heartache of his own that was currently twisting and constricting in his chest. He’d hurt you tonight. And probably countless nights over the years. How often had you been crying because of him ? He wanted to slam his fist through the table at the thought.

"Why the hell do you want to marry Erica anyway?" Foggy asked. “That seems so out of nowhere, man.”

"Because we–we get along," Matt answered lamely. "And she's always so busy so me being Daredevil has never caused an issue. It’s never been a problem. And I–I don't want to be alone,” he admitted, aware of how pathetic he sounded. “I figured Erica and I would figure things out later. That maybe she'd understand. I wasn’t really thinking things through, I admit that."

"Matt, Erica doesn't even know about your heightened senses," Foggy pointed out. "You can't get that serious with someone out of convenience and fear of being alone, buddy. It's wrong and it won't work out. That’s not fair to Erica, either."

"I know," Matt murmured, running a hand over his forehead. "You're right. You’re both right. I just–just thought I'd never have her and I was lonely. And when I was with Erica, she made me feel less lonely."

Foggy was shaking his head again. "That's not right, Matt. You can't do that to Erica."

"I know," he whispered, shamefully burying his face in his hands. "I'll talk to Erica tomorrow after work. I'll end the relationship. And then I'll talk to her." He whispered your name, his voice muffled by the hands over his face. He could feel the tears burning in his eyes. “I’ll tell her the truth. Everything.”

God did he want to tell you the truth so badly, too. He wondered how pissed at him you would be when you heard it. He wondered if there was anything he could do to make this whole situation salvageable. To fix all the things he’d fucked up, knowingly and unknowingly. He would do anything at all. Whatever it took.

"Well if you're going to tell her about your feelings you better hurry, Matt," Foggy said, clapping him on the shoulder. “You’re running out of time.”

Matt's brows drew together on his forehead. Something you'd said just before you left ran through his mind again. Something about him not being worth a goodbye. Matt felt his chest tightening further, a few tears slipping out of his eyes as he instantly drew his face from his hands and focused back on Foggy beside him.

"What's going on, Fog?" he asked anxiously. "You said she had something to tell me tonight. I'm guessing this wasn't it. So what is it?"

Foggy expelled a deep sigh, his grip on Matt’s shoulder growing a bit firmer. Matt felt his heart beating a bit erratically in his chest in the silence that followed, especially with the nervous sounds Foggy’s body was making right now.

"She was offered a new position at work," he finally told Matt. "Really amazing pay–almost double her salary. But the job is in L.A. where her company is opening up a new office."

It felt like someone had ran Matt’s heart straight through with a knife. He had endured a lot of physical pain over the past few years running around the city at night, his body taking a lot of abuse. But the way those words struck Matt hurt more than any injury he'd ever sustained.

"Is she–did she…?"

Foggy nodded solemnly. "Yeah," he answered. "She accepted it. She moves at the end of the week."

Matt's tongue felt heavy in his mouth, unable to swallow or form words as his lips began to tremble. You were leaving him. He just found out the truth–that you felt the same way after all this time–and you were leaving him. Moving to the other side of the country in a matter of days and he had no idea until just now. Days before you left.

"What–what about Adam?" Matt breathed out.

"They broke up months ago," Foggy replied. "She realized when you were with Erica that she just couldn't get over you. She hoped Adam might’ve been the one, but apparently he wasn’t.” Foggy sighed, his hand still comfortingly on his friend’s shoulder. “That's why she took the job, Matt. She's running from you. Running from her feelings for you."

Matt’s gaze dropped down to the table, more tears slowly sliding down his face. He’d done that to you, then. Hurt you so badly that you wanted to run from him. Put an entire country between the both of you. Now you didn’t even want to say goodbye to him. He winced at the pain of that thought.

"What if–if I told her?" he asked Foggy desperately, his focus returning to his friend. "What if I told her how I felt, Fog? Would she stay? Do you think she wouldn’t leave then?"

He heard the way the air shifted as Foggy shrugged in answer. The gesture didn't ease the constricting pain in Matt’s chest at all. Warm tears kept falling down Matt’s face as the weight of losing you slowly settled in his heart.

"She can't–can't leave though," Matt croaked out, voice breaking as he shook his head. "She can't leave us–she can't leave me ."

Foggy rose slowly from his chair, crossing the space between the pair of them before wrapping Matt in a hug. Without hesitation Matt clung to his friend as a sob fell out of him, his face contorted in pain.

"She can't leave," Matt choked out. “She can’t , Fog.”

"I know, Matt," Foggy said, emotion thick in his voice. "I don't want her to go either."

"I lose everyone," Matt whispered. He clutched at Foggy’s dress shirt, entirely uncaring of who was watching the scene in Josie’s as he sobbed on his friend’s shoulder. "I can't lose her, too. I can't. I–I love her, Foggy. I love her."

"I’m sorry, Matt," Foggy replied, crying along with him. "But I don't know if there's anything either of us can do now."

[END NOTES]

More end notes this time because I often feel like this series needs it.

Matt now finally knows that Reader is not in love with Foggy! It only took YEARS for him to realize that--and it's only because Reader blurted it out in her anger at Matt having stupid thoughts about marrying someone who didn't even know all of him. Clearly he was clinging to Erica because he didn't think he could ever have Reader and he was trying to latch onto someone who made him feel good in the moment. Matt now also knows that Reader is leaving New York in just a matter of days, too. But, despite Matt now knowing the truth, Reader still has absolutely no idea that Matt has feelings for her. So what happens next? Does Matt chase after her and she stays? Does he miss her and she leaves? Something else? You'll have to wait for the next installment to find out...

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock angst #matt murdock #daredevil

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✧ pairing: fuckboy smileball barista!denki x reader ✧ summary: having a slimebucks apron is equal to having unlimited rizz (source: me) and denki proves it by bedding his brand new colleague on her very first day of work. ✧ word count: 5.5k ✧ tags: dubcon(?), manipulation(?), weed and alcohol use, oral (f!receiving), fingering, squirting, overstimulation, forced orgasm, pussyjob, unprotected sex, pulling out, size difference (denki is Tall and Lanky TM), unappropriate work relationship, scummy denki, no feelings.

✧ my submission for the @bastardblvd Slimeball collab ✧

✧ AN: happy birthday to my little slimy fuckboy denks <3 this was so fun to work on, genuinely love being a grimetown resident now. the fanart is made by me but i'm no pro so.. be kind please. :D it was written in a daze so if you see discrepancies.. look away. based on my own tiny starbucks where i work (i am slimebucks denki incarnate). you may expect of me to make this a slimebucks series.. katsuki or touya next? ;)

Denki doesn’t like morning shifts — he doesn’t like how grumpy people are first thing in the morning because it makes scoring dates much harder for him. No matter how bubbly and pleasant he is, Monday mornings are just a bad time to flirt with clients. Most customers don’t even spare a glance at him, too busy figuring out their schedule for the day and burying their noses in their phones. He does, however, enjoy the morning business attire — stockings, pencil skirts, white shirts that allow him to see the outline of a bra underneath… and those heels. Something about office fashion always getshim riled up.

Typically, if he couldn’t strike up a conversation with the morning customers he would settle for watching them, eyes trailing down their crossed legs when they sit down to enjoy their coffee. He would follow their elegant movements and the curves of their bodies — from the corners of their painted lips turning upward in delight after a sip of hot coffee, to their dainty ankles decorated by the ankle strap of their heels swinging to the rhythm of the music playing softly on the speakers.

That is how his Mondays usually go, yet today he couldn't even enjoy that, all because of a new recruit.

His manager Katsuki (that angry bastard) had not even mentioned to them that he was hiring; he announced only yesterday that there would be a new trainee, pushing the responsibility of showing them around the store and kicking off their barista training onto him. Of course he wouldn’t ask Touya to train them — he would end up with his cock in his hand less than ten minutes into the start of his shift due to his “side hustle” schedule conflict, which in turn would scare off any new hire… and then the hiring process would have to start all over again. Katsuki himself is not much better off as barista trainer, his constant irritation and habit of screaming at everyone and everything has made many employees quit (and cry) early on, but the reason he was shoving the responsibility onto Denki was simply that he wouldn’t be in the store due to a manager’s meeting in Tokyo.

Bummer.

According to the clock on the wall, the new hire should be coming in any time now, so Denki settles for focusing his attention and efforts on that instead of his grumpy morning customers. And then, there you were in your yellow raincoat, all sunshine and smiles from the moment you step inside the store. Denki gives you a once over and decides maybe this Monday morning wouldn’t be so awful after all — you were cute and far too innocent and optimistic looking for him not to take advantage and have a little… fun.

His plan begins to form before you’ve even laid eyes on him.

“Hi! You must be the new addition to our team, pleasure to meet you!” The blonde extends a hand to greet you, his most charming smile plastered on his face. “Our team is a bit of a sausage party right now, so I hope you can bear with us and not get discouraged. We desperately need someone like you on our team.”

“Oh I can tell, your merch cabinets look very… dry. You fellas are not big on decorating, are you?” Your heartfelt laugh nearly disarms the blonde man as he scratches the back of his head awkwardly, admitting that the three men working there did not have the best sesne of aesthetics and beauty.

Oh, you were just his type — confident, energetic, and just a bit too kind and trusting.

“Well, you’re here to save us, right? How about we get started on your training, get the boring part over with so we can get to know each other better.”

There was not a single pure intention behind his words, but his face remains the picture of innocence and kindness. He’s had time to practice this look after all — can’t let people find out what’s behind the sunshine facade now, can he?

“Oh well training shouldn’t take long, I worked at a different Slimebuckslocation before moving to this part of town, hence why I’m being transferred here. I can get around drink making just fine, so you can just show me around the store I guess?” You bat your eyelashes at him and Denki thinks of you as a pure miracle. This expedites the timeline he had in mind.

With a pep in his step, he shows you around the store and back of house, informing you where they keep extra syrups and toppings at the front and the storage in the back. He hands you a new apron and name tag while informing you of the usual cleaning routine and covering all the basics that you need to get around the new store on your own. Not that he follows these cleaning routines that closely anyhow, but hey, you were here to pick up the slack now.

“So, think you got everything? Any questions?” Denki leans back against the bar on his elbows, long black painted fingers interlocking in front of his torso. He’s laid back and so pretty it’s almost distracting. A regular person has to exert effort not to stare too long at his honey colored eyes that crinkle when he smiles.

However, you cannot get too distracted — you must remain focused and make a good impression today.

“Yes, can I please rearrange and restock your merchandise cabinets? They do not spark joy and desire to buy in their current state. No offense.”

“Have at it.” Denki does not break eye contact, not once — feline eyes following your every move, gears turning in his head and schemes hatching in his pretty little head.

He doesn’t want to seem too overbearing, but he also doesn’t want you to think he isn’t interested. So, as it is pretty quiet in the store right now, he decides to give you a hand with the merchandise, chatting with you — learning about you. After all, the only times he actually puts effort into his minimum wage job arewhen there is a prospect of a cute girl removing her panties for him.

“So, you live nearby?” he begins to prod at you with innocent questions.

“Ah, not quite. I have to take a bus to get here since I don’t have a car anymore. I live on the east side of town, close to that big mall they built recently.”

Denki is easy to talk to, a nice balance budding between the two of you as he takes boxes out and hands you colorful cups and tumblers to put on the shelves.

“Hey, I live around those parts, too, I can give you a lift after work, save you some bus fare. Unless you have some super jealous boyfriend or something?” Despite flunking out of college, Kaminari isnot stupid — he isplaying his cards just right, creating an opportunity to learn if you’re single and give you an option to spend more time with him, which isn’t really an option. Unless you do have a boyfriend, you wouldn’t have a reason to say no, not after the deliberate way he phrased it.

“Haha, no, no boyfriend — kind of the reason I don’t currently have a car and why I had to move.” There’s an edge to your voice, maybe even a trace of anger, but to him they appear as feelings that seem to have simmered down. “I got out of a long relationship recently. We used to live together and share a car, but I had to get my own place after the breakup, and he took the car. And the dog.”

“That bastard!” Denki chimes, a bit too exaggerated, but he figures making a small joke won’t actually hurt. “Really though, that sucks. I’m sorry it happened.”

The way he switches from being a clown to being a gentleman can give a person whiplash.

“Don’t be, I’m not sorry it happened.” You shrug your shoulders and give him a wide, genuine smile. “Now I get to hook up and have flings whever I want.”

You keep the tone light, and you mean what you said — you’re not looking for anything serious right now, and the satisfaction from your answer was well written on the blonde’s face. He was cute, so maybe you’ll play along, have fun for once.

“So this means you’ll let me give you a ride?”

“If you really don’t mind?” You put the final tumbler on the shelf and examine your work in delight. Meanwhile Denki examines your body in delight.

“Oh, I’d be honored to.” A devious grin adorns his face as he follows you behind bar to help serve customers.

The day goes on, the playful banter between you and the blonde continuing — turns out you have similar hobbies: you like the same movies and games, you even have similar music taste, and Denki relinquished the store music rights to you for the day.

Your shoulders would brush as you work side by side at the coffee machines, and he would laugh shyly, complimenting your pace and how well you’re adjusting to the new store. The exchanges between the two of you were flawless, seamlessly passing each other lids and pitchers without so much as saying a word.

Kaminari gave the perfect performance of a man who enjoys his work; he didn’t even obnoxiusly flirt with every beautiful girl that placed an order.

“Hey, can you grab some more caramel drizzle from the back?” Denki asks after a huge line of people finally dissipates and gives room for some tidying up and restocking.

“Yea, absolutely. Need anything else?”

“Also grab some extra bags of coffee beans and vanilla syrup if you can?”

You nod and head to the back of house energetically.

Denki’s been working here for over two years now, so he knows that after this rush there won’t be anyone in the store for another half an hour at least, so sending you to the back of house away from customers was a calculated move. As soon as you disappear behind the doors he follows — after all, you wouldn’t be able to carry all that back to the front on your own.He should give you a hand.

Smiling to himself, he enters the storage area to see you standing on your tip toes trying to reach the bags of coffee on the top shelf. Quietly he walks up behind you, one hand on your waist to pull you back a bit, the other hand reaching above you for the coffee beans.

“Be careful. If you can’t reach somewhere, just call for me. Don’t want you getting hurt back here.” He can feel you melt into him and rest your back against his chest as he takes the four-pound bag down for you.

“Oh, sorry… I thought I was gonna be able to reach.” You smile at him, realizing how he was surrounding you in that moment, and something about itmade your skin tingle. “Thank you.”

“Of course! I figured you wouldn’t be able to carry everything at once so I came along to give you a hand.” The two of you stood very close to one another in the cramped storage, but you didn’t mind, as it was far too cold back here, and Kaminari was pleasantly warm to the touch. “The caramel drizzle is all the way down on that same self, if you want to grab that?”

Eager to complete the task, you turn around and bend over to open the box labled “caramel drizzle,” giving Denki a perfect view of you round ass, making him gulp hard. If he just reached forward he would be able to trace the curve of your ass with his hand, squeeze one cheek as his other hand trails down your side.

He shakes the thoughts out of his head as you stand back up, several bags of caramel sauce in your hands. You were squishing them playfully which was not helping Denki in keeping unholy thoughts at bay.

“I always loved the texture of these bags; it’s so stress relieving to play with them.” Grinning up at him, you were the picture of innocence.

“Yea, they remind me of tiddies.” Denki blurts out without even thinking, too enthralled by his imagination showing him images of you wrapping your pretty lips around his cock and playing with his balls. Once he realizes what he said he waves his hands around in defence. “No, no, not what I mea–”

“You haven’t touched boobs recently, have you?” You deadpan, and he can feel his heart sink. “Boobs are much more firm. I get where you’re coming from, but a bag of caramel sauce can not compare to a tit.” You say matter of factly while squishing a bag with your hand. “Can’t do that to a boob, can you?”

Denki snorts out a laugh.

“Yea, you’re right — tiddies do feel better. And it has indeed been a while since I got to touch one.” He dramatically wipes a fake tear from the corner of his eye, a big pout on his lips as he turns to exist the storage.

“Aww, poor Denki… Wanna cop a feel?” You can see him physically freeze up at these words, turning to give you a bewildered look. “I’m joking! Obviously. You that desperate, pretty boy?”

You walk past him with a gleeful look on your face.

The look in Kaminari’s eyes changes as soon as you’re out of sight, and he cannot wait to get his greedy hands on you. In fact, he was going to challenge himself and get between those plush thighs of yours by tonight.

When the two of you are behind bar again, he continues to orbit close to you, watching videos on your phone over your shoulder, brushing his fingers against your skin when he passes you a milk carton, caging you between his body and the bar while he reaches for something behind you.

And every time you accidentally touched, you could feel electicity run down your spine and butterflies flutter in your stomach. His light amber eyes trailing down your body lit a fire in your lower belly. The day went on just like that — standing a bit too close to one another, making inappropriate jokes, flirting. And so came time to close and go home, riding in his car.

“You done with the trash?” you ask as he takes his apron off.

“Yeah, if you’re done with the floor we can head on out.” You head to the back of house together to grab your stuff from your lockers and lock up.

“So, got any plans for tonight?” he asks, leaning on his locker while waiting for you to put your jacket on.

Now that you’re officially off the clock, you take the time to pay attention to small details about the man — how long his eyelashes are, how he cockily half smiles at you, how veiny his forearms are.

“No plans, no — I’m probably gonna end up watching Desperate Housewives with a glass of wine by myself.”

And there you go — giving him another opportunity.

“Oh you watch that too?” He’s excited, presenting this as an interest that not many share with him. “That’s basically my plan for the evening, except I was gonna get high instead of drinking.” Sharing with you that he smokes weed is also tactical; it indicates trust that you won’t misuse that information, and it also opens a gate for you to bond with him over weed if you smoke.

“Oh, well...” And there you go, taking the bait. “If it’s not too forward of me to offer, I’ve got alcohol and pizza on speed dial, you have weed and good company. Maybe we can merge resources, watch tonight’s episode together?”

Score.

“Sounds perfect.”

He places his hand at the small of your back as he leads you towards his car, being very caring and gentle — making you feel comfortable and safe, letting you open up to him. It was going to be a fun night for Denki.

Your apartment is exactly what he envisioned: small but cozy, full of plants, color and art. The small space reflected your personality, a variety of interests on display, different styles clashing in every corner of the room. It was cute. And your chouch seemed very comfortable for eating pussy.

“Cute place.”

“Thanks. I finally got the chance to decorate my own space however I want, so I went a bit crazy with it.”

Kaminari doesn’t miss the emphasis in your voice; you lived for a long time with no control over small and insignificant things such as decor. You were frustrated. At the same time, he notes that now you seem to cling to control. He noticed it at work, too — you rarely gave yourself time off. Things are really looking up for the blonde man, and he can barely contain his wolfish smile as the gears in his head turn. You’d love to give up control, wouldn’t you?

“Make yourself comfortable on the couch. I’ll grab us some drinks and we can order pizza.”

As you make way to the small kitchen, Denki takes two pre-rolled joints from a cigarette tin and places them on the table. Wine and weed should make you nice and pliable for him. You return with a glass of white wine and a cold beer.

“I figured you’s prefer a beer over wine.” You offer with a smile, and he accepts.

“How observant of you. I just wanna check first:Are you sure you want to mix alcohol and weed? Might hit you hard.” He shows concern, but it’s fake — the more crossfaded you are, the easier it would be for him to get you naked.

“Yea I’m uh.. More practiced than I care to admit.” You give him a coy smile and sit next to him on the couch, phone in hand ready to order food. Once that is out of the way, you both finally lean back and relax on the couch, the episode of Desperate Housewives starting with a recap.

“So, do you invite people you just met to your apartment to get stoned often, or..?” He offers jokingly as he lights one of the joints up.

“No, just the pretty and charming ones.” You’re no longer being coy about it like you were at work; you like him, and you aregoing to make it known.

“Oh, you think I’m pretty? So you only want me for my face?” He retorts with faux disappointment, eyes focused on yours intently, curious and full of desire.

“Not just your face. You have pretty hands too.” You answer with a straight face, reaching for his hand that was holding the joint and pulling it towards yourself, taking a drag from the joint between his slender fingers.

Denki swallows, the lust thick in his throat. The way your lips wrap around the joint is sinister, the eyecontact you maintain while doing it — electrifying.

His body responds before his brain can process, leaning in towards you to capture the smoke from your lips with his own, inhaling it and placing his free hand at the back of your neck, keeping your lips close to his.

Honey-colored eyes stare down at you as your cheeks begin to heat, mind and heart racing as your tongue darts to wet your lips and taste him. Screw your plan to just tease him, wind him up for a week or two, make him eager — you don’t have the patience for all that. You set your glass on the coffee table and close the gap between the two of you, pushing him back, straddling him.

“Feeling bold tonight, sweetness?” He smiles up at you, letting you get your dose of control, let you simmer in the illusion that you initiated this, you took the lead. His free hand rests on your thigh, thumb drawing circles over your jeans, gently squeezing you.

You don’t dignify him with a response as your lips crash onto his in a searing kiss, fingers carding through his blonde locks. He can tell how needy you are by the way your body moves — pulling his hair a bit harder than you should, nipping at his lower lip, canting your hips over his. You’re leaning into his every touch, almost aggressively taking what you want from him, claiming control.

He smiles into the kiss and in one swift move shifts you to lay flat on your back on the couch, his larger frame towering over yours.

“Don’t move.” He sounds almost like a different person as he yanks the control from you, and you obey. You lay still and watch him intently as he lights the joint again, taking a long drag and putting the joint back on the ashtray.

Leaning down, he places his hand under your chin, parting your lips and blowing the smoke into your mouth. You inhale and hold your breath as he traces kisses down your jaw and collarbone, warm hands sneaking under your shirt. He only speaks after you slowly exhale the smoke.

“You’ve brightened my day, you know. Let me thank you properly.”

His fingers trail down your body and unbutton your jeans, feather light kisses pressed against your tummy just above the hem of your pants. You don’t protest, so he continues his ministrations, pulling your shirt up above your head and leaving you in your pink lacy bra. He pushes one of the bra straps to the side and—

Ding dong!

The pizza has arrived.

“Fuck–” He scrambles to his feet to go answer the door while you qucikly throw your shirt back on and head to the kitchen. Denki follows with pizzas in hand that he quickly discards on the table.

“Are the pizzas cut? Do you need any sauce or—” You’re scooped up in his hands and pressed against the kitchen counter. His lips are on your again, insistent and needy. “Denk— The food?”

“I was hoping for a different meal.”

His breath is hot against the shell of your ear as he lifts you up to sit you on the marble counter, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he makes desire bubble inside you once more.

Discarding your pesky shirt again, he wastes no time in removing your bra and cupping your breasts, lips enclosing around your pert nipple.

“You’re right — much better than a bag of caramel sauce.” His words are barely above a whisper as he tweaks your nipple between thumb and index finger, leaving wet kisses across your sternum and stomach. His hands grip at the hem of your still unbuttoned jeans, and you follow his wordless instruction, lifting your hips and letting him slip the jeans off.

There you were, practically naked on your kitchen counter while he, still fully dressed, devoured you with predatory eyes. Large hands rest on your bare thighs, and he gently spreads your legs and drags you closer to the edge of the countertop.

You’re pretty and soft, and you smell nice. Denki can’t help but wonder if you’ll taste sweet as well. A single digit traces the outline of your lacy thong, marveling at the wet spot forming on the material. Hooking his finger behind the material, he roughly pulls it upwards — the feeling isn’t exactly pleasant, but it doesn't hurt either; it’s simply not enough friction. You need more. Your nose and eyebrows scrunch, and you wrap your hand around his wrist, a pleading whine leaving your parted lips.

“Aw, I’m sorry pretty girl… I won’t tease you too much, promise.”

Another quick peck to your lips and he sinks to his knees in front of you, eye level with your needy wet cunt. Pushing the pink fabric to the side, he inspects your pretty cunt, glistening with arousal. Kissing from the inside of your thigh and making his way to your core, all you can do is tug on his hair and hold on while he devours you whole.

Kaminari finally delves his tongue into your heat, leaving a long stripe from your needy hole to your sensitive clit and then focusing on the latter. His tongue is gentle, teasing — like he has all the time in the world to enjoy this tasty treat, working you up until your body starts moving on its own against his tongue. Your head is so far up in the clouds that you probably aren’t even aware of how tightly you’re gripping his hair and how you’re moving your hips rhythmically against his mouth.

You sound cute: breathless and whiny, softly begging under your breath, head tilted back in pleasure as the muscles in your thighs stiffen and your legs shake. Yet, Denki does not speed up, maintaining his languid pace and dangling true bliss right in front of your eyes.

“F-fuuck… Denki, please...”

Your heart is in your throat, and your body aches from the tension, you need release. You can feel the smirk on his lips as you beg him.

At the peak of your high, delirious from the need to cum but not being given enough friction to tumble over the edge, Denki lifts two long, slender fingers to your wet cunt and slowly pushes them inside you, the feeling of being filled up driving the air out of your lungs.

Quickly, Denki finds that spongy spot inside you and presses against it, moving his fingers right against it while his lips and tongue focus on your clit.

It takes seconds for you to ascend, body going rigid as your muscles contract around his fingers and your orgasm is forced out of you with a strangled moan. He does not slow down.

One strong arm wraps around your thigh, keeping you still while his mouth continues to ravage you, fingers slipping in and out with precision. He was intending to force another orgasm out of you without giving you time to recover from the first.

Your arms and legs feeltingly and limp, and Denki has to support your weight all while eating you out like a man starved. His cock is painfully hard in his tight jeans, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t make you cum one more time on his face.

You taste like wild honey, and your whiny pleas fuel him to keep going, marveling in the feeling of you becoming tighter and tighter for him, chest heaving erraticly and shaky fingers scratching at his arms and shoulders. You are about to come undone for him.

Before your mind can respond to your body, the coil in your belly snaps, and you gush onto his fingers with a scream, squirting in his earger mouth as he licks up every clear droplet. He removes his fingers and helps you come down from your high with gentle kisses over your swollen clit and soft thighs.

Your mind is spinning, but your ears register the sound of a belt unbuckling. Groggily opening your eyes, you are met with the image of him keeping his t-shirt tucked between his teeth as he fists his cock to the sight of you. His pupils are blown — only a thin ring of gold remaining. He closes the gap between you again, his warm length resting on your sticky cunt, slowly gliding between your folds.

You open your mouth to ask if he has condoms, but he seems to have already read your mind.

“Don’t have any on me, but I’m clean, and I won’t put it in.” His words are rushed, and he is far too entranced by the feel and sound of wetness to even look you in the eyes.

You can’t even bother to argue, too tired and blissed out with a new sesnse of hunger growing in the pit of your stomach. Your hips instinctively move to meet his thrusts, the mushroom tip of his cockhead grinding into your sensitive clit, and you just want more. Tired hands reach out to him, thumb rubbing over his cheek as he leans into your touch, kissing your palm with his eyes shut as his hips thrust faster against your sloppy wet cunt.

“Fuck, gorgeous, you have no idea how bad I wanna be inside ya.” He nips at your hand still resting on his cheek and growls lowly, frustrated by his own imagination of how snug you would feel around his cock.

Drunk on his words and the previous two orgasms he forced out of you, you want him just as bad. Throwing all logic and reasoning out the window you use the last of your strenght to lift your hips and line him up to your entrance, slamming your hips down and taking his cock all at once with a yelp.

“P-Please, please…” You mumble in a chant as your velvety walls spasm around his girth, mouth loosly hanging open and a bit of drool trickling down your chin. You were so beautifully fucked out, heavy eyelids giving you the most seductive look.

Finally overcoming his shock and managing to stifle his impending orgasm, Denki moves his hips and curses under his breath at the feeling of your gummy walls sucking him in. Grinning wolfishly at the way your eyes roll to the back of your head, small hands gripping his sleeve for dear life, he angles his hips to thrust his cock right into your sweet spot making you scream his name in pleasure.

God, if he hadn’t edged himself half to insanity, he’d want to stay buried in your warm cunt for the whole evening, but you felt so good, he knew he wouldn’t last. Hooking his arms under your knees and then linking his finger behind your neck he rams his cock fervently inside you. The angle change of this position made you feel him all the way in your stomach, your clit slapping against his pelvis with each thrust. Snaking a hand between your bodies you circle a finger over your clit to help yourself while he uses you as a fleshlight.

“That’s right sweetness, keep doing that, you need to cum one more time f’me. One more.”

Folding you even more and slamming you on his cock he could feel your insides trying to push him out as a third orgasm washes over you, more clear liquid splashing against his abdomen as you cry out his name.

Letting you out of the headlock, he pulls out quickly, pumping his fist over his cock as his balls thighten, and he empties his seed all over your wet cunt, smearing his cum over your clit and folds with a relieved sigh.

Still caging you in with his arms at your sides, he leans down to place a kiss on your forehead.

“You good?” You answer with a weak nod, and he can’t help but chuckle at how exhausted you are reaching over for the kitchen paper. “Sorry, it’s the closest thing I can clean you up with.”

After catching your breath and no longer being covered in sticky cum, post-nut clarity finally settles in, and you chew on your lower lip, anxiously pondering the consequences of your actions.

“Don’t freak out, pretty girl.” He’s his usual charming self now, feline eyes crinkling in a smile. “You don’t want anything serious, nor do I, and if word gets out at work we’d be both in trouble. So, how about we keep this between us?”

Offering you a perfect escape — the final part of his plan. You smile widely glad to know you’re both on the same page, the anxiety dying down.

“Also, sorry to bust a load and hit the road, but my landlord has left me like 12 messages about some emergency at the flat so I think I should really go check it out, might be a flood.” He awkwardly scratches his neck, showing that he feels bad about this.

“Oh, don’t worry about it! Go, I hope it isn’t flooded.” You turn to grab one of the abandoned pizzas on the table. “Why don’t you take this with you? You never got to eat it anyway. Won’t be as good as fresh pizza, but it’s something…”

He grins widely, accepting the pizza and giving you a chaste kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you. I’ll see you at work then, newbie?”

“See you then.”

Escorting him to the door you lock it behind him and rest your back to the door taking a deep breath.

Walking outside of your apartment complex, Denki pulls his phone out of his back pocket and dials a number under the name “Landlord Toshi”.

“Hey man, thanks for always having my back with the apartment ‘emergencies.’” The blonde laughs into the phone. “Yea, I told you she was gonna be easy — fresh out of a relationship, wants to let loose and make up for lost time, constantly feels like she has to be in control so naturally gives the reins away when it comes to fucking. It was a fun little challenge.”

“You dog.” The man on the other line chuckles and a bong can be heard in the background. “You gonna tap that again?”

“Nah, she seems the type to catch feels.” Denki lights up the other joint in his cigarette tin and gets in his car, revving the engine. “Plus, the only reason I did this was to even the bet scores at work while Touya is still on vacation.”

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Eddie’s Girl - Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie wasn’t aware that you used to date Steve Harrington. When he finds out after a Corroded Coffin show, he lets his insecurities get the better of him.

Warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of previous reader x Steve, stancy and Robin x Vickie are couples, language, angst, comfort, I think that’s it?

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The relationship you have with Eddie has always been an open and honest one. Both of you were upfront with one another about both having past relationships and that neither of you was a virgin. There was no judgment, embarrassment, just open and total honesty. Details weren’t always shared, but that’s okay. You share bits and pieces of your lives with each other on a daily basis, learning more about one another all the time. It’s something you both love about your relationship. But there was one detail that Eddie wished you would’ve shared with him.

It started one night at The Hideout, you at your usual table while Eddie and the rest of Corroded Coffin did their soundcheck. Eddie insisted you didn’t have to ride with him so you’d be stuck there from sound check until the bar closes, but you liked tagging along for their gigs, “boring” bits included. Tonight, Robin and Nancy were coming to the show as well, more to keep you company and have a girl’s night than the fact that they liked the band’s music, but it put asses in the seats which was good for business. Originally, Vickie, Robin’s girlfriend, was going to tag along as well, but she said Robin deserved a night just with her friends.

You didn’t expect your friends to show up until showtime, so you sat at the high-top table, swinging your legs back and forth while you read from a tattered paperback book that you had shoved into your purse. The familiar sounds of Corroded Coffin’s setlist played in the background as they tuned their instruments, your mind able to tune out the buzz as you read. You knew the songs almost as well as the band did and began to hum along with them under your breath.

A new song began, and your head instantly perked up. This one was your favorite and Eddie caught your eye from the stage, sending you a wink. You grinned back, your cheeks turning slightly pink, as they did every time you heard this song. This was your song. Eddie had written it both for you and about you. He never thought to share it with the band, especially after he played it for you for the first time and there were tears in your eyes. He thought maybe it was too soon for him to write such a tender and loving song about you, making you uncomfortable. But the way you launched yourself at him, practically knocking his guitar out of his lap – which he would only allow you to do without going completely ballistic – to hug him and bury your head in his neck, murmuring over and over again how much it meant to you, he saw the tears for the emotions they truly represented. You’d told him time and time again that the song was your favorite – obviously – and he asked if you would like to hear him play it at their shows.

“I would love that. It’d be like a private moment between you and me in the middle of the crowded room,” you’d said. He grinned, not only at your response, but at the fact that you were optimistic enough to think the room would be full at their shows.

The band learned the song and it has been played in their set ever since. Eddie always looked at you while they played it, even if it was only during soundcheck. Gareth liked to comment that the two of you literally had heart eyes for each other during the song. It was more romantic than Jeff’s comment anyway, that you two were always “eye fucking” during the song. Either way, you didn’t care. It was just like you originally said to Eddie, it was like it was only the two of you in the room for those few minutes.

Your song concluded their soundcheck, so Eddie set his sweetheart down carefully on the guitar rack. He hopped off the stage and made his way to you, his curls bouncing from side to side as he sidled up to you.

“How’d we sound?” he asked.

“Amazing, as always,” you replied.

He slung an arm over your shoulders and placed a kiss to your temple.

“When are the girls getting here?” he asked.

You shrugged. “I told them what time you guys go on, so probably around then.”

“You have time to come backstage then?” he murmured against your hair.

“Do I look like a groupie?” you asked, pulling back from him and raising your eyebrows.

“Only groupie I ever want.” He grinned and it was infectious. Your tummy flipped as you smiled at him in response. You shoved the novel back in your purse and hopped off the chair as he linked his hands with yours.

Backstage at The Hideout was cramped as it was. There was barely room for the musical equipment needed to put on a show let alone any persons other than those in the band. Eddie took advantage of the tight space to hold your body as close to his as he could. It was hot back there, sweat already causing Eddie’s bangs to stick to his forehead. You reached up to wipe them out of his eyes, earning you a kiss on your fingers in return.

There was one ripped gray couch shoved in a corner, stuffing and springs poking through areas where the material had run thin. Gareth flopped down on it, leaving a bit more room for the rest of the band and their biggest fan.

“Your friends are coming tonight, right?” Gareth asked you.

“Sure are.”

“Nancy coming?” Jeff asked. His hopeful grin made both you and Eddie roll your eyes.

“Yes, she’s coming,” you told him. “And yes, she still has a boyfriend.”

“What about Robin?” Gareth asked. “She single? She’s coming too, right?”

You chuckled to yourself and rested your head on Eddie’s shoulder. “No, she doesn’t have a boyfriend. But go ahead, ask her on a date, see how well that works out for you.”

Robin had recently trusted Eddie enough to let him in on her secret as well, but the rest of Corroded Coffin couldn’t be trusted with the secret of you and Eddie getting caught making out in the bathroom at school, let alone something serious.

The sound of someone tripping over a chair close to the stage echoed into the backstage area. Speak of the devil. You smiled to yourself and knew you’d hear her voice any minute.

“Hey, groupie!” Robin called. She knew where you would be. “Usually, you fool around with band members after the show.”

You laughed and went to pull away from Eddie, but he tugged you back against his chest.

“One minute!” He called out to the main bar area. “She’s putting her panties back on!”

“Eddie!” You scolded him with a slap on the chest as the rest of the band laughed.

“Oh, calm down, no one is here yet,” he said. He pressed a few kisses below your ear before whispering, “Plus, we both know you wouldn’t be putting them back on; they’d be going in my back pocket.”

Your face blooms red and you pulled back to give him a playful glare. He knew you didn’t have a comeback because what he said was true.

“The bartenders and waitresses are here,” you said, responding to his earlier point.

“And they all know how I joke by now,” he said with a smirk. He wrapped his arms around your hips and pulled your body flush against his. “I’ll see you after the show?”

“If I’m still here,” you joked with a noncommittal shrug. He gave no response, just a wink and a kiss on your forehead before you walked out from backstage.

“You guys are disgusting,” Robin said when she saw you.

“Disgustingly cute,” Nancy corrected.

Robin tilted her head from side to side, considering Nancy’s statement. “Both,” she decided with a nod of finality.

“We weren’t doing anything,” you said. You knocked your hip against Robin’s as you passed her to head back to your normal table. Your friends followed and took a chair on either side of you.

“There’s barely room to breathe back there, let alone anything else,” you explained.

“Otherwise, you would?” Robin asked with a smirk.

“So, how are you?” you asked Nancy, purposefully turning away from Robin.

“Exhausted,” Nancy admitted to you. “Writing a valedictorian speech has become much harder than I thought it would be. It’s so nice to have a girl’s night.”

“Especially with Steve distracting you all the time,” Robin added, forcing her way back into the conversation.

“He doesn’t do that,” Nancy said. You might’ve believed her if she looked either of you in the eye or her cheeks didn’t go pink.

“You do realize he tells me everything, right?” Robin asked.

“I did not need to know that,” Nancy said.

“Everything?” you asked Robin. She took it as a personal victory when you turned back to face her, elbows rested on the table.

“Oh, yes,” Robin said. “As much as I tell him he doesn’t need to share every little detail, he just loves to do so. Why do you think I refuse to sit on the loveseat when we’re all hanging out at his house?”

Nancy’s brows pinched together in confusion. “We’ve never done it…” She trailed off as she saw you sinking down in your seat, the tips of your ears turning red. Nancy couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up out of her. Patrons were starting to stream in the bar, walking past your table to get drinks or meet up with friends. “You didn’t!”

“What?” you asked, not able to meet your friends’ eyes. “It’s a perfectly comfortable spot to…do stuff.”

Nancy looked around before lowering her voice. “Why not the couch? The loveseat is just so…small.”

“Not if you’re stacked on top of each other,” Robin said.

“Robin!” you all but shouted.

“I told you,” she said with a defensive shrug, holding her hands up in front of her. “Everything.”

You groaned and held your head in your hands. Nancy laughed beside you and you breathed a silent sigh of relief that she wasn’t upset. She had never given you any reason to think she would be. She had been the very first one to know when Steve had asked you out on a date. You had desperately wanted to say yes, but you knew you couldn’t until you had talked to Nancy. You couldn’t date her ex-boyfriend without her permission. It felt wrong. Even when Nancy had given it, she had to convince you that she was totally fine with it. She was with Jonathan then, so she genuinely just wanted you to do what made you happy.

And so, you did. Your and Steve’s relationship burned hot and fast. It only lasted a few months before the pair of you agreed that while you both found each other attractive and had a lot of fun together, there was no real romantic spark. You had been good friends before and you were both confident you could get back to that. You did easily, it causing you no hard feelings whatsoever when Steve and Nancy got back together. You thought it was right, honestly. They just worked together.

The lights above the stage came to life, bringing your attention forward. The crowd barely quieted as Corroded Coffin made their way onstage, most there to drink, not necessarily to hear a band. Your table was one of the few that cheered as the band members picked up their instruments. Eddie’s eyes found yours instantly, partly why you sat at the same table every time, and he mouthed the words, “I love you” as he did before every show started.

Nancy “awed” at your side as you mouthed it back to him. Because of the lights, you weren’t sure if he could see you or not, but it didn’t really matter. He knew.

As the band was halfway through their set, a waitress came over and placed a drink down in front of you and each of your friends.

“We didn’t order anything,” Robin told her.

The waitress shrugged and motioned with her head over her shoulder back towards the bar. “Joe at the bar sent them over. He recognized you.” She nodded at you and wiped her hands on her apron. “Eddie’s girl.”

You smiled to yourself as she walked away. You’d been Eddie’s girl for a while, but hearing it still made you giddy.

“To Eddie’s girl!” Robin said as she raised her glass in the air. She didn’t wait for you or Nancy to clink glasses with her before she took a huge swig. “Oh, yuck. Things usually taste better when they’re free, but this does not.”

Both you and Nancy took a sniff of your glasses, trying to determine what you had been given. The dark liquid was carbonated and had the distinct sweet and potent stench of alcohol.

“Jack and coke,” Robin confirmed for you between coughs.

“To Eddie’s girl,” Nancy echoed before knocking back a large sip. She shuddered and laughed at herself.

“To me?” you toasted shyly before being the last one to take a sip. You felt as if your eyes rolled back in your head as the steady burn inched its way from your tongue, down your throat, and settled bubbly in your stomach.

As you recovered from another sip – as you three subtly wanted to finish your drinks quickly before another employee questioned if you were over 21 or not – the first notes of your song came over the speakers. You perked up in your seat and tapped each of your friends on their arms.

“This is my song,” you told them proudly. “Eddie wrote this for me!”

“That is so sweet!” Nancy said. Robin leaned her elbows on the table, leaning forward in her seat as if to really concentrate on this song.

As usual, only Eddie existed in the room as the song played. The bar behind you could burst into flames, bottles of alcohol bursting like fireworks, and you wouldn’t bat an eye. The whiskey in your system made you more emotional than usual, as you could feel tears sitting at the back of your throat. You sniffed and wiped your eyes as the song ended.

“Damn alcohol,” you muttered to your friends.

Nancy patted your back as Robin rose from her seat and gave the song a standing ovation. You laughed at how you weren’t the only one being affected by the drink.

“Thank you!” Gareth shouted from the stage, pointing to Robin in the crowd. Robin cupped her hands around her mouth and let out a loud “Woo!” before sitting back down.

After the show, you took your time getting up out of your seats. You told your friends that the band would rest for a few minutes before loading up the gear behind the bar. The three of you laughed together as you made your way outside and around the small building. The night air was cool for this late in the spring. There were no clouds in the sky and the stars above shone down brightly in the midnight black as you tugged your friends in the direction of Eddie’s van.

The back door of The Hideout burst open to the sound of deep laughter, the guys pushing into one another as they stepped outside.

“No, you totally messed up the chords!” Gareth shouted at Jeff good naturedly before realizing they were in the presence of you girls. “Oh. Hello, ladies.”

Eddie pushed past him, pulling you into a hug. “Hi,” he said quietly. He leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss against your lips.

“Hi,” you replied.

“Nancy, Robin,” Eddie said, smiling at each of them in turn.

“You were so good!” Robin cried out.

Eddie chuckled and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Joe send you guys some drinks?”

You giggled as you nodded up at him. “How could you tell?”

Eddie raised his eyebrows and you turned to see Robin swaying slightly on her feet. Nancy led her to the side of Eddie’s van to give her some support.

“You gonna stand there all night?” Jeff called to Eddie. You looked back to see the rest of the band loading up instruments and amps into the back of Eddie’s van and Gareth’s truck.

“Maybe,” Eddie said. He dropped his arms from around you and walked over to pick up his guitar case. You went over to stand near Nancy and Robin as the guys finished up.

“Did you guys drive here?” you asked.

“I drove us. Don’t worry, I’m fine to drive home,” Nancy said. You nodded at her. She had finished her drink the earliest in the evening and she had a higher tolerance than both you and Robin anyway. She was stone cold sober at this point. Robin, not as much.

“My mom is gonna be mad,” Robin said with a laugh. “If she’s still awake when I get home.”

“Maybe I should make sure you get to your room okay. And quietly,” Nancy said.

“That’s probably a good idea,” you agreed.

“Jesus, she only had one drink?” Eddie asked as he came up behind you.

“Lightweight,” Robin told him with an overdramatic shrug of her shoulders.

“We’re headed out!” Jeff called from over near Gareth’s truck. You and Eddie both turned around to wave to the guys. Robin watched the black truck go past with what could only be drunken concentration.

“You guys good?” Eddie asked. He looked back and forth between Nancy and Robin. He’d drive them home no problem if needed.

“Totally fine,” Nancy assured him. “You guys were great tonight.”

“Thanks.” Eddie smiled, compliments of his band being a weakness of his.

“So good!” Robin echoed. Though her compliments held less weight because of her current state, Eddie appreciated it nonetheless.

“We should get going,” Nancy said. She wrapped her arm around Robin’s, ready to pull her the way to the car. “Curfew on a school night and all.”

“Yeah, thanks for coming out,” Eddie said.

“It was so much fun!” you said.

Nancy stepped away from Robin for a moment to pull you into a hug. You hugged her back tightly, realizing how much the girl’s night meant to you. You gave Robin a hug as well, but not as tight for fear that she might get sick on you.

Eddie stepped up and rested his arm over your shoulders as you waved to your friends.

“Bye guys,” you said.

Robin smirked at Eddie’s arm over your shoulders. “Yeah, let’s get out of here. The van’s gonna start rocking.”

“Robin!” Nancy scolded as Eddie barked out a laugh. You groaned and dropped your head back against Eddie’s shoulder.

“Go home, Robin,” you tell her.

“Yeah, yeah, go have your fun with Steve. I mean Eddie.” Robin started to laugh to herself, finding the mix-up amusing. “Sorry, got used to saying that and old habits die hard.”

Eddie’s muscles tightened. You felt it behind you and Nancy must’ve clocked it as well.

“Okay, let’s go, Robin. Bye guys,” Nancy said as she rushed Robin around the corner of the building.

You turned around to face Eddie, his forehead scrunched up in thought.

“Used to saying that?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said. You licked over your lips and tugged on the hem of your shirt. “From when he and I went out.”

Eddie’s eyes got the widest you had ever seen them. “When you what?”

Now it was your turn to be confused. “I never told you that?”

“No, you certainly fucking didn’t,” he yelled. You stepped back, your own eyes growing wide at his volume.

“What’s the big deal? I don’t know the names of your exes,” you said.

Eddie rubbed his hands over his face and let out a humorless laugh. He paced over to the van door and opened it. Instead of getting in, he turned to face you.

“Yeah, their names. Because you don’t know them. I know Steve. You’re friends with Steve.”

“I don’t understand why you’re getting so mad.” You frowned and took a few steps toward him. He huffed and rolled his eyes before climbing in the van. He slammed the door and the engine revved. You knew he wouldn’t leave you there, but you still made quick work of walking around the other side of the van and climbing in the passenger’s seat.

The tires squealed against the gravel as Eddie jerked the car back and pulled onto the main road on the side of the bar. His knuckles were white against the steering wheel and his lips were pulled into a thin line. Streetlights flashed by in the night as Eddie sped down the road. You didn’t know what to say. You sat quietly with your hands in your lap, anxiously picking at a loose thread on your jeans.

Your shoulders sagged in partial relief as he took the road that led to his trailer instead of the one that led to your house. You were supposed to stay the night with him and at least he still wanted you to. The silence stretched on, and it made the minutes’ drive to Eddie’s home feel like an hour’s long journey. The brakes screeched as Eddie put the van in park. He yanked his key out of the ignition and hopped out. He didn’t even grab his guitar case out of the back before storming up the trailer steps.

Timidly, you walked up the steps behind him and ducked under his arm as he held the door open for you. Still a gentleman. A few steps into the living room you stopped, biting on your lip as you watched to see what Eddie would do.

He tossed his keys on the counter with a loud clang. He turned until his back was facing you and he placed his hands on his hips. You opened your mouth to speak when a huff left his lips. Silence passed for a few minutes before you attempted to speak again.

“Are we going to talk about this?” you asked. Your voice came out quieter than you intended.

Eddie turned to face you and held his arms out at his sides. “Let’s talk.”

“Why are you so angry?”

He let out a dry chuckle and hung his head down for a moment before looking at you again. “You dated Steve.” Not a question. An accusatory statement that you didn’t know how to respond to. “For how long?”

“A few months,” you said. “A couple of years ago.” You hated feeling like you did something wrong. Maybe you didn’t tell Eddie that you had dated one of your best male friends, but so what? It’s not like you’ve given Eddie any reason to think you still had feelings for Steve.

“And you slept together,” he said. Again, not a question.

“Yes,” you say slowly. “You knew I wasn’t a virgin.”

“Yeah, but not with who,” he barked back. “Wait, did he take it?”

“Excuse me?” Now it was your temper that began to flare. “Did he take what? My virginity? Why? What does that matter?” You crossed your arms over your chest defensively.

“Because it’s Steve!” Eddie yelled.

You took a deep breath to tried and control your anger before you responded. It didn’t work as well as you’d hoped.

“Yeah, Steve! Am I supposed to be sorry that I dated and slept with someone you know? Are you mad that I’m still friends with him? What the fuck, Eddie? Okay, I get being kind of irked that you didn’t know but don’t you think you’re overreacting a bit?”

“You don’t fucking get it,” Eddie mumbled. He shook his head and turned down the hallway. He stalked his way to his room, but you stayed right on his heels.

“You’re right, I don’t!”

You watched as Eddie yanked his jacket off, tossing it in the direction of his closet. He paced back and forth, your eyes following every step. The echo of Eddie’s footfalls were the only sounds coming from the trailer.

“What don’t I get?” You asked this in a calmer voice. The blood in your veins was still steaming, but you were doing your best to keep your temper under control.

“That it’s Steve,” Eddie said in a low voice.

You sucked your teeth and crossed your arms over your chest. “I do, in fact, get that it was Steve.”

“No.” Eddie stopped pacing and stood right in front of you. His eyes were boring into yours and you couldn’t tell if there was more anger or sadness there. “You were with Steve. King Steve. The star athlete. The golden boy. The ladies man.”

After taking a deep breath, you tried to keep your voice steady as you replied. “Yes. All things he has been called. And?”

“And now you’re with me,” he said. His jaw twitched and his eyes darted away from yours. “The freak.”

You frowned and took a step towards him. Your chests were practically touching as you reached out and took one of his hands in yours. “Eddie, what are you saying?” Your heart couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

He sighed and rubbed his free hand over his face. His eyes met yours again and he took a deep breath before responding. “I’m not like him. I’m not anything like him.”

“Well,” you said. You stepped forward and cupped his jaw in your hand. “That’s good. Because I don’t want him. I want you. I didn’t have a good relationship with him. I do with you. I don’t want you to be like Steve. I want you to be Eddie. Because I love Eddie more than anything in this world.”

His eyes dipped from yours and you felt your heart cracking.

“I love you, too,” he whispered.

“Hey,” you said. “Look at me.” His eyes raised to lock with yours. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that I was with Steve before. I didn’t realize it was as big of a deal as it is. But I need you to know that Steve is my friend now and that’s all he will ever be. Okay?” You took his face in both of your hands and looked deep in his eyes. “And I need you to understand just how amazing you are. You are the kindest and most beautiful man I have ever met. You are the person I want to spend all of my time with. I mean, you wrote me a song. Nobody else in the world has done that. You’re the golden standard, baby. Everyone else falls flat. Okay? You hear me?”

Eddie took a deep breath and nodded his head. “Okay.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close. “I’m sorry I blew up at you. You didn’t deserve that.”

You leaned up and pressed your lips against his. “Are we okay?”

He nodded and pressed his forehead against yours. “Yeah. We’re good. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” you said.

You pulled away from him to crawl on his bed. You pressed your back up against the headboard and opened your arms to him. He took a few steps towards you before stopping in his tracks. His head whipped towards the front door.

“What?” you asked. “What is it?”

“I left my sweetheart in the van,” he said. You let out a deflated laugh and sink back against his pillows.

“Okay, go and get her,” you said.

A smile curled on Eddie’s lips, and he turned back to face you.

“She can wait. I’ve got my girl right here.” He crawled up next to you and gathered you into his arms.

“Your girl,” you reiterated to him. “Eddie’s girl, as they called me at the bar today.”

Eddie hummed happily as he pulled you into his lap.

“Good. Everyone knows.”

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shawtythatluvsurgut · 3 months

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gunna have a video of me feeding my feedee up on my onlyfans soon. i’m thinking about starting it back up while i take a break from college because it was kind of empowering to get to own my kink in such a way. I also enjoy sharing that side of myself with all of you. subscription price will be between $8-$10/mo since my feedee is going to be collaborating with me on certain pieces of content. i will maybe begin gaining again once i get my health back in check, we’ll see. i want my muscle mommy build back, and to get that back i’ll have to pack on some weight. so we’ll see what happens with that. ;)

in the meantime and between-time, stay safe. especially on the internet. all of my old rules still apply for messaging me, but i will gradually get back to making regular content and posts. now that i am taking a break from school, i’m working more, but I also have free time on my hands when i’m not working. it feels really nice to get back into the swing of things. I’ve missed you all and I’ve missed the positive aspects of this community.

going forward, i’m just going to block people who talk shit to me or delete their comments (unless it’s of actual importance to discuss). i’m just done engaging with that shit. idk, i’m on new medication that seem to be actually working and i feel stable, so i feel ready to re-embrace this community with open arms.

a special thank you to everyone who continued engaging with me and communicating with me during my break. i appreciate all of your kind words more than you know, and if i didn’t respond to you it was because i didn’t want the answer to “hey how are you?” to be “i’m miserable. how are you?”. but I saw all of you - each and every message, comment, text, etc. - and i just want to say thank you. the people who still proceeded to message me with positivity are the reason I have decided I want to come back.

With all that being said, I hope you will all accept me back. I understand that some of you were upset that I left and didn’t understand my reasonings, but I hope we can reconcile our differences and i can gain your trust again. I’m not the angry person that I became when responding to hate messages, and that also influenced my time away. I could see that my demeanor on this hellsite was changing and I was getting more upset, angry and, honestly, afraid of going on here (let alone posting myself on here). However, that has changed. I’ve been working on being more optimistic and caring less about the negative opinions of others. Frankly, if someone doesn’t like me or my content they should just be an adult about it and either reach out to discuss that or ignore me. If they can’t do that, I believe they are childish and need to get a grip. There are some key things I’ve learned in life that I want to share with people who are as I described above:

- your comfort is not someone else’s responsibility. if it makes you uncomfortable, then don’t engage. It’s as simple as that.

- no one has to cater to your interests. everyone lives on their own agenda. your wants and desires do not take priority over the wants and desires of others. sure, there are some people who will cater to your every wish, but i’m definitely not one of them.

- similarly to above, your desires do not take priority over someone’s health. that includes both mental health and physical health. (death feedism is a thing if you are interested in someone wanting to gain while not caring about their health. this is not a death feedism page and i suggest you go search in the tags for that if it is what you are looking for. I do not want to kill my feedee, nor do I want him or I to gain enough weight to become immobile or at risk in any way. As hot as the idea is to me at times, we are both too active and work in active careers for that to be a realistic possibility for us. maybe someday i’ll get a stay at home job and get really big, or maybe someday he will. only time can tell. sorry for the length, i’m high. i’ll stfu now.

- people don’t care. no stranger online owes it to you to care that you don’t like their body, or that you don’t like this or that. it doesn’t matter because that person does not know you. there’s no point in wasting time caring about your negative comment unless it’s actually useful and constructive commentary.

So anyways, i’m back in business again. gonna post some FA art soon + start uploading to my OF again. I thank any of you who read this far and again I hope you can accept me back into the community.

Thanks,

Nico

#female feeder #ffa #nico speaks #i’ve wanted to say this for a while now #and i’m high enough to not fking care anymore #i’m back babey!!1!1!1!!1!1!!!!!1!1!1!!!!

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archie-sunshine · 2 months

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Herding Cats (Fluffy Megarod ficlet)

I farted out this little megarod ficlet as a warmup for earlier today. give it a read if you like! No smut this time, just drunk roddy :] you can also read it on ao3

Word count: 1600~

Tags: Megarod, drunken shenanigans, gentle and caring megatron, domesticity

The idea of shore leave used to fill Megatron with an expected level of discomfort. They had found, however, that in this new dimension, there was seemingly no such thing as Megatron the Tyrant, nor Megatron the Warlord. It was almost more jarring not to be stopped at the door of the bar. Granted, even if it was a pleasant surprise, Megatron wasn’t exactly there to stay for long.

The bar was almost more of a lounge than a bar. The room was filled with people of all manner of species, organics and mechanics alike, though most of them shared a similar size category, making it easy for a mech as big as Megatron to slip through the crowd relatively unheeded. He apologized quietly as he brushed around a table of smoking femmes, grimacing to himself as a familiar voice graced his audial’s range.

“No no, see like- hic! See, theres definitely enough- uh… stability!” Rodimus hollered from across the room. He seemed to be shouting at Ratchet, who was at the bar collecting a pair of drinks. Megatron made eye contact with Ratchet meaningfully, earning a similarly haggard and tired look from the medic. Ratchet tipped his helm in the direction of their booth, and Megatron followed his gaze to a large circular table surrounded by several mechs from his eponymous ‘Rod Squad’.

Tailgate and Swerve appeared to be snickering over a shared hand of cards across from Whirl, Cyclonus, and Nautica, engaged in some sort of game. Drift was languidly slouched against the back of the bar seat looking adoringly at an incredibly vocally overcharged Rodimus, who was rocking the table back and forth clumsily.

“Y’should… go for it, Roddy.” Drift slurred, nudging at Rodimus’ leg with his pede as he pawed around for his tipped over cube of engex bouncing around the shaking table.

“Yeah, quit moving the table!” Swerve jeered, before whipping his helm around to his and Tailgate’s cards as the other minibot made a play.

“Rodimus.” Megatron’s voice boomed over the din even at his normal speaking tone. Drift’s optics slid shut as he slumped to the side on the bench and grinned.

Rodimus turned to face the older mech blearily, his face immediately brightening as he recognized him. “Mmmeegggs!!!” He crowed. “Oh primus guys its… fraggin… Megsatron.”

“Rodimus-” Megatron started again, stepping closer to Rodimus’ seat. Immediately the speedster leaned out of the booth to lay his helm against Megatron’s hip armour. With a sigh, and a steadying servo on Rodimus’ back, Megatron turned to face the rest of the group. “Minimus sent me to let you know the Lost Light will be departing soon.”

“Yeah, yeah we know, he already sent us pings about it!” Whirl scoffed, waving a claw dismissively before revealing one of his cards and earning an infuriated growl from Cyclonus.

Rodimus slung his arms lazily around Megatron’s hips with an easy, carefree smile. Megatron sighed again. “He said none of you responded.”

“Well yeah, we’re in the middle of a game!” Nautica chirped. “We’ll be done quick, promise.”

Megatron offered her a stern look. She returned his look with a devilish one of her own, waggling her brow ridges and gesturing to her own hand of cards.

“Pfft, you’re optimistic.” Cyclonus muttered to himself, tossing one of his cards onto the table and drawing a low ‘oooooo!’ from Swerve and Tailgate.

Nautica grinned broadly, leaning her cheek into her servo and slamming her cards on the table. “Total. Fragging. SWEEP!!” An uproar rose from her competitors as she gathered the scattering of shanix cards into her arms with a cackle.

“M’gonna get on the table.” Rodimus mumbled into Megatron’s plating.

Megatron rubbed the back of his helm gently. “No, you’re not going to get on the table, Rodimus.”

Rodimus whined indignantly and rubbed his face further against his hip. Ratchet returned to the table with his drinks in hand, frowning as he found his conjunx now asleep on the bench. “I’ll go grab some to-go cups.” He sighed, turning on his heel strut.

“I’m getting on… the table.” Rodimus huffed, slowly beginning to peel himself off of Megatron’s side.

Megatron laid his hand gently but firmly against his back. “No, Rodimus.” He soothed. Rodimus grumbled again. “We have to leave now.” Megatron urged.

Rodimus released Megatron’s waist in favour of punching weakly at his thigh. “Lemme go, I need to get on the table.”

“Do I need to carry you out of here?” Megatron lowered his voice threateningly.

“You could NEVER carry me. I am… hic… a thousand tons. You couldn’t pick me up even if you wanted to.” Rodimus sneered. The other bots were packing up, though Whirl was determinedly flicking cards at Nautica’s head in an attempt to goad her into a rematch. Ratchet was pouring his engex cocktails into a pair of to go cups.

“Rodimus, please.” Megatron asked again. Rodimus opened his mouth, leaning back in and resting his top row of dentas against Megatron’s hip armour.

“Ahn gunnah geddon da dable.” Rodimus insisted.

Megatron picked him up and slung him over his shoulder at that point. Rodimus barely even protested, instead taking advantage of his new position to wrap his arms tightly around Megatron’s cannon barrel.

The larger bot glanced around the group as they began to congregate in preparation to leave. He made a quick head count, watching Ratchet lug his sleeping conjunx over his own shoulder.

“We’ll be on our way then.” Megatron confirmed, taking the lead as he made a path through the bar back towards the door.

The cool night air was a balm, especially considering the heat of Rodimus’ frame over his shoulder. He could hear the rest of the group conversing behind them jovially as he lead them down the street towards the docking district.

Rodimus squirmed on his shoulder, wriggling until his waist was draped over it. Megatron ignored his servos stroking down over his back to paw at his aft.

“Oooo… you’re gonna take me home tonight….” Rodimus sang quietly.

“Control yourself, Rodimus.” Megatron scolded, attempting to school the affection from his tone.

“Yeaaaaahhh, down beside that red firelight… Ooooh you’re gonna give it all you got-” Rodimus continued, barely acknowledging when Megatron shifted him again to keep him from slipping off. “Hey- You know, Megs, we should like… rent a hotel room.”

“We’re going back home right now, Rodimus.” Megatron said patiently.

Rodimus wriggled again, bringing both of his hands down on Megatron’s aft with a loud clang. “Fat bottom girls! You make tha rockin world go rouuuunddd!!”

Megatron rolled his optics and shifted him over into the crook of his arm. “Minimus never should have let you listen to Queen.” He griped quietly. Rodimus just laid his helm lovingly against Megatron’s chassis, peering up at him with pleased, sleepy optics.

It didn’t take much longer to reach the Lost Light, but by the time they did, Rodimus had begun petting Megatron’s chestplating in slow, affectionate circles and mumbling about how large his ‘tits’ were.

“Night, Captain.” Ratchet sighed out as they went their separate ways.

“Rest well, Doctor.” Megatron answered, adjusting Rodimus in his arms and strolling towards the captains’ quarters. For a moment he moved Rodimus entirely into the crook of one arm as he keyed in the code to their shared room. Rodimus took the opportunity to drag his glossa over Megatron’s chassis.

“You’re going to recharge now.” Megatron hissed firmly as the door slid open, shifting Rodimus again to hold him out in front of him like an unruly animal.

“What!! It’s only like-!!” Rodimus squinted, clearly attempting to read his chronometer.

“It’s late, Rodimus, you’re going to recharge.” Megatron insisted, stepping into their hab and glancing around. He frowned when he saw no sign of Minimus to assist him, though it really was just wishful thinking. He knew he was on duty already.

“I don’t want to recharge.” Rodimus frowned. Megatron carried him across the unit towards their slab. Suddenly noting the direction he was headed, Rodimus valiantly began to struggle again. “I don’t want to!!”

“You have to.” Megatron said blithely, tucking the other captain under his arm as he peeled the covers back.

“Nooooooooo…” Rodimus groused, pushing at Megatron’s arm.

The larger mech gathered Rodimus back into both arms again and laid him down on the berthmat. When the speedster made an attempt to sit up, Megatron placed a firm hand on his chest and eased him back down.

“Noooo…” Rodimus repeated, a little quieter. Megatron lifted his hand and Rodimus made no move to sit up again. He stuck his legs up unhelpfully when Megatron attempted to tuck him in. “Nuh-uh. I’m so sober I could do a whole shift right now.” Rodimus complained, slurring his words. Megatron just pushed his legs down and pulled the covers up and over him.

“I’m sure you could.” Megatron agreed, nudging the blanket down under Rodimus’ sides gently.

“I could.” Rodimus nodded, before his nose wrinkled. “I could so totally- mmh-” He grumbled, before opening his intake wide with a yawn. “So totally do a whole… whole week of shifts right now.”

“Of course.” Megatron adjusted the pillow under his helm.

Rodimus’ optics flickered, turning to gaze up at the older mech. His expression morphed into a pleasant, quiet smile. “Oh… hi Megs.” he whispered.

“Hello, Rodimus.” Megatron chuckled, leaning down to kiss his delicate finial. He walked around to his side of the berth, picking up the datapad he’d left on the berthside table. He got himself situated on the berthmat and leaned against the pillows with a quiet, content sigh. Rodimus wriggled across the slab to him before rolling over onto his side, pressing his back against Megatron’s hip. Warmth radiated through the covers from Rodimus’ frame, eking into his old joints. Megatron rubbed a loving servo over the speedster’s flank, smiling to himself as he heard his lover’s vents go quiet and slow.

#my fic #transformers #rodimus #mtmte #megatron #fluff #tf fanfic #tf fic #megarod #rodimegs

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hardly-an-escape · 1 year

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skin | surprise | "You want me and you know it." • 794 words • Smurch fill list

tags: human AU, coffeeshop AU, storage room blowjobs, right in front of the scones, the pining is mutual they're just idiots

“A crop top, Hob? Really?”

“It’s called fashion, sweetie. Look it up.”

Morpheus dumped a bag of beans into the industrial grinder and hit the button, wincing at the noise. He hated opening. He was emphatically not a morning person.

His coworker Hob, on the other hand, was both a morning person and a seemingly incurable optimist. He loved his job, loved their customers, loved trying new things. Including, apparently, very fashion-forward clothing choices for six o’clock in the morning on a cloudy Tuesday.

Morpheus did not like customers, or small talk, or new things, or much of anything about his job aside from dialing in the espresso machine and baking scones. Coffee and baking were predictable. Reliable. There were rules, and if you followed the rules, good things resulted. He appreciated that.

And he appreciated Hob. He appreciated his coworker quite a lot, in fact; perhaps more than was reasonable for a professional setting. He especially appreciated the extra skin on display as Hob stood on tiptoe, his colorful cropped T-shirt riding up as he stretched high to write the special of the day on the chalkboard.

“I am merely pointing out,” Morpheus said, shutting off the grinder, “that it may not be the most appropriate choice for work.”

“Uh huh. And I am merely pointing out,” said Hob over his shoulder, “that you want me and you know it.”

“I think you – what?” Morpheus’s mouth snapped shut as Hob’s actual words registered.

“You want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

He turned to face Morpheus and leaned against the counter. The space they were inhabiting, between the espresso machine and the cash register, suddenly felt very small.

Morpheus opened his mouth to protest. Nothing came out. He closed it again.

“And… if I said…” he licked his lips nervously and Hob’s eyes darted down to catch the movement. “If I said you… weren’t wrong?”

Hob pushed himself off the counter and took a step toward him.

“Then I’d probably say…” His voice was low and teasing and sent a thrill down Morpheus’s back. “I’d say there’s a big, mostly empty storage room downstairs. And I’d say that the front door is still locked and we don’t actually open for another twenty five minutes.” He took another step, until they were standing practically toe to toe. “And then I’d ask if I could kiss you.”

Morpheus answered by leaning forward, grabbing a handful of the shirt that had apparently started all this, and pressing his mouth to Hob’s. The kiss was fierce and messy and weeks of longing and not-so-thoroughly tamped-down arousal bubbled under his skin like hot coffee.

Five minutes later they were in the downstairs storage room, and Morpheus’s cock was so deep down Hob’s throat that he thought he might die.

“Why – didn’t you say something – sooner?” he gasped, then immediately regretted the question when Hob pulled off him to answer. His eyes were a little glassy and a thin strand of drool connected his bottom lip to the tip of Morpheus’s prick, which a distant semi-functional part of Morpheus’s brain filed away as the hottest thing he’d ever seen.

“Why didn’t you?” asked Hob hoarsely. “I know you’ve been staring at my arse since Easter at least. I thought I was being pretty damn flirty.”

“I…” Morpheus didn’t know what to say. I’m shy and awkward and everything makes me uncomfortable while you seem to swim through life with the grace of an otter was probably too much. I didn’t think you were flirting with me because you kind of flirt with everybody, likewise. How am I supposed to have a conversation or open the shop in eighteen minutes when all I can think about is the sight of your lips around my cock and all I want to do is come in your mouth and drag you down with me and smell of you for days was a serious contender. “I don’t know.”

His hips twitched forward of their own accord and Hob smiled with those glossy, spit-wet lips.

“Well,” he said, and leaned back in, dragging a deliberate tongue slowly along the hard, needy length of Morpheus’s prick, a wide swipe from root to tip that drew a surprised and whimpering fuck from his mouth. “Why don’t you think about that for a minute while I’m down here?”

Then he sucked him all the way back down and Morpheus couldn’t think about anything for quite a long while.

There was an angry comment on the shop’s Facebook page later that day, all about how they’d been half an hour late to open that morning, with no note left on the door or anything. But neither Morpheus nor Hob could bring themselves to care.

#*arrives a day late with starbucks and one last smurch fill*#don't fuck at work kids it's unhygienic and generally a bad idea #my writing #smurch #dreamling #I fell asleep on the couch last night without actually posting this and then was busy all day today but here ya go!!!#probably not gonna do smapril because I just have too much on my plate already #but I said that about smurch too and ended up with five ficlets and a dreamling bingo fill and two more wips #so who the fuck knows! I'm an unpredictable little scamp!

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There is Beauty in the Pain

Chapter 6 (The Game Changer)

WARNINGS: sexual content

Summary: Noah and Sophie find each other in the most unprecedented circumstances. Whether it's the Universe, fate, destiny, or pure luck, they can't deny that their souls were simply meant to be

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"Relax, baby. I've got you."

"Noah," she murmured, opening her eyes to look at me. "I've never been, I mean I've never had,"

"I know. That's what I'm going to fix."

Sophie took a deep breath, relaxing against the couch.

"Close your eyes. I want you to feel this before you see it," I whispered in her ear, feeling the goosebumps instantly spread over her skin. She lightly nodded as I sunk back down to begin my work.

Sophie:

I was all packed up, ready to leave this hell behind. Boxes were stacked all around me and as I watched the remaining pieces of furniture being hauled out the door by Jolly and Matt down to the moving truck, I knew, without a doubt, that I was ready for this new, fresh start.

With my body healed, my mind in a better place, and my heart full of adrenaline, the future, for once, looked promising. I hadn't heard from Perry since the day he sent those horrible texts and photos, and I had no idea if my requests to the police for an investigation ever went through, but it didn't matter anymore; it was over. In just a few months my life had drastically changed for the better and I was optimistic about what would come next, especially since I was moving out of the place that held too many bitter memories from the last few years. It was better this way.

"It looks like the boxes are all that's left," a voice came from behind. I smiled, knowing who it belonged to.

"Looks like. Is there enough room?" I asked, turning around to face the body the voice belonged to.

Noah slid his arms around my waist and kissed me since we were the only ones in the apartment.

"Plenty," pulling me in closer to him. I stared up at him, amazed at how this beautiful man had fallen into my life months ago. Ever since the day we broke down our barriers and made out in my kitchen, things have been a little abnormal between us, but in the most mind-blowing, exciting sort of way. We weren't officially together and we weren't a "thing" to those around us, but we definitely had something going on.

Noah was wrapped up in one of the band's mech hoodies, black sweats, and perfectly white sneakers, smelling like heaven, and it aroused all my senses.

"You're staring, Sophie," he gushed, bringing his hand to my cheek and laying it gently on my skin.

"Sorry, but you make it very hard not to." I leaned into his touch, savoring the feeling of his tattooed fingers wrapping around me. I kissed his palm, earning a smile from him, then pulled away, just in time as Folio walked through the door.

"Which boxes go first?" He looked from me to Noah.

"Those over there by my bedroom. They're kitchen boxes."

Folio nodded, removing his hands from his hips, and headed over to grab the first box.

"I don't want to go, but I kind of have to, Jolly. The place needs me for a bit. We're on some downtime, so I'll go and then be back in a few days."

Nicholas walked through the door with Jolly hot on his heels.

"Like how long are a few days?"

Nick shrugged.

"I don't know like five?

Jolly rolled his eyes. "Five days!"

"Yeah, and that's not counting the travel days, so like a week then."

"Fuck, Nick!"

"What's wrong?" Noah asked, turning his attention from me to his friends.

"Nothing. Jolly's just freaking out about me and Folio going back to Virginia. It's only for five days."

"A week!" Jolly yelled behind him, walking out the door with two more boxes.

"You're leaving?" I asked, suddenly concerned.

"Yeah, I have some things I need to take care of at the tattoo shop I still work in Richmond. They're short-handed so I'm going to help out for a few days until the new girl starts next week."

"Oh, I didn't know you still worked there," I noted, throwing the last of the bath towels in a box and closing it up.

"Only on downtime, which isn't a lot."

I nodded, watching Noah leave with more boxes. "And Folio?"

"He's going to do some stuff with his dad and wants to go fishing. He says there's better places up there than over here."

Nicholas took the box of bathroom items I'd just picked up, and I thanked him.

"Nick and his fishing," I chuckled, shaking my head.

"Yup, you know he's got a huge tattoo over his chest of an eagle and a trout?"

My eyes widened. "No, I didn't."

"Yeah you wanna see," Folio offered, lifting his shirt as he walked over to me and Nicholas. A huge picture of an eagle with its wings spread wide and a trout caught in its claws stretched across Nick's entire chest almost to his navel. It was beautiful.

"Dang, Nick! That is incredible. Did it hurt?"

"Fuck yeah, it hurt. Couldn't move for days. But it was worth it," he chimed, cheesing at me and shooting me a quick wink.

"You know he's got a crush on you, right?" Nicholas whispered, shifting the box he was still holding

I tried my best to hide the tight-lipped smile that was trying to show.

"I, uh, I had a strong inkling, but I don't like to assume things that aren't there," shoving my hands in my back pockets.

"What's not there?" Noah asked, walking into the apartment and partially out of breath.

"Oh it's there alright," Nick scoffed, finally taking the box he'd been holding down to the truck.

Noah scowled at me, brown eyes searching me for an answer.

Noticing how out of breath he was, I brushed the piece of hair away that had fallen over his eye, grinning.

"What did you do, run all the way up the three flights of stairs?" I gazed at him, puzzled.

"Yeah, I just wanted to see if I could do it."

"And did you?"

"Yeah, just about killed me though." Noah chuckled, standing to his full height.

I rolled my eyes, not understanding the things this guy did just to prove a point to himself.

"What was Nick talking about," he asked, and I caught the hint of suspicion in his voice.

"Oh, uh just that, well he thinks Folio has a crush on me, but I think he's wrong."

"He's not," Noah stated, suddenly staring down at me with a strong yearning look in his eyes and moving in a little closer. I stared back, my head tilted almost fully back, unable to look away as he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, kissing me so gently, and when he slipped his tongue inside my mouth, the insatiable feeling of his eagerness went straight to my sex, soaking my undies. I moaned in his mouth when he pulled me closer, pushing his growing bulge in between my legs, and squeezed my side so hard I was sure it was going to leave a bruise. When we parted, I was short of breath and completely turned on.

"But, it better just stay a crush," Noah finally said, running his hand through his hair and giving me that irresistible smile of his, making my heart race.

"And if it doesn't," I insisted, curious as to where this would lead.

"Then I'll fight him, and I'll win."

Noah walked off with the last box without another word.

"Seriously!" I yelled.

"Yes, seriously," came a reply.

Nicholas and I finished up the cleaning shortly after the last box was packed into the truck, and then Matt, Jolly, and Folio drove it to the storage unit I'd rented. The place was empty and quiet, and as I looked around one last time, I was overwhelmed by so many emotions that I dropped everything I was holding and threw my hands up to my face.

"Hey, Sophie, it's alright. Come here." Nicholas put down the cleaning supplies he was holding and gently wrapped his arms around me. I buried my face in his shoulder, thankful that I wasn't here alone, doing all of this by myself. I was so grateful to Nick and everyone else, especially Noah, who helped make this new life of mine possible. Without them, I didn't want to think about where I'd be right now, and I guess that's why I was crying and so emotional. I was just happy and man did it feel good to be happy. Eventually, we parted and I dried my eyes, apologizing again for being such a girl.

"Wouldn't it be weird if you didn't act like such a girl?"

I laughed, shrugging my shoulders. "I don't know. I'm just an emotional person and I feel too much of everything."

"I get it. We emo people are a different breed."

I looked over at Nicholas and couldn't hold my laughter in anymore. It felt good to laugh with a friend, and Nick had become just that; my friend.

Noah:

"What happened?"

"Nothing happened."

"You're lying; you're looking away."

"So. What's,"

"You look away when you lie."

"......."

"Why are so distant, Sophie? Did last night make you feel uncomfortable; it was only dinner and Anime."

"No, it didn't. Noah just stop, okay."

"Then fucking talk to me! Tell me what's going on inside that head of yours."

"I can't talk to you if I don't even know! Shit! Noah, it has nothing to do with you, okay? It doesn't. It's my head; it just isn't in a good place right now."

"What the fuck ever. Don't talk. Keep whatever shit is hurting you, whatever is pulling you away from me, buried inside.

"......"

"Do I scare you? Do you not trust me? Did I say something wrong that hurt you? Just give me an idea, please, before I go and fuck some shit up to get out of my own head. This whole thing is just, it's fucking with my mind. I,"

"Noah stop! Alright! Please, just stop. You didn't do or say anything wrong. I told you this isn't about you."

"Then what's it about?

"..........."

"It's Perry, isn't it?"

"......"

"I knew it. Did you talk to him?"

"No, I didn't. He texted me; early this morning."

"What did he say?"

"......."

"Dammit Sophie, what the fuck did he say?"

"...... He misses me."

"...... Do you believe him?"

"Should I?"

"No, you shouldn't."

"He haunts me, Noah. I can't escape him."

"I know what it feels like to be haunted by someone that's still alive, Sophie, but you need someone who loves your soul more than your body, and that's not Perry."

"Then who is it, Noah?"

"............"

"Don't, Noah, do not touch me, do not say sorry, don't say anything else. Just... just leave me be. I need to be alone."

"Sophie, wait,"

Her silence before slamming the bedroom door closed said everything I needed to hear. I fucked up, bad, and pushed her away from me. Her walls were back up and there was no way I was getting through them tonight. I went to bed on the couch, finding the release of my frustration with my hand wrapped around my length, picturing Sophie behind my closed eyes, bent over as I took her fast and hard from behind.

"There is no way I can afford any of these places, Noah! Even with my new promotion at my work, it'll be cutting it close."

Sophie closed her laptop harder than she meant to and tossed it on the floor. We were up in my studio, working on two things at once; she was looking for a new place to live, while I was writing lyrics to a few beats Jolly and I had put together before he took off for a vineyard tour in Northern Cali. Nick and Folio had already flown out to Virginia, leaving me and Sophie and the house entirely to ourselves.

What started out great turned into a fucked up, emotional fight with her that I never thought would happen; and it was all my fault. I pushed her into answering questions she didn't have the answers to and it made her put up walls that she never should have had to.

The image I had of her that night, stripped naked and bent over one of the chairs in the living room, got me harder than I'd been in a long time. The whimpers that fell from her lips, the moans that echoed through the house, and her perfectly round bottom lifted high enough for me to slide right into her soaking wet sex and fuck up into her made me cum so hard it came spilling all over my lap before I even had a chance to grab my shirt. Thankfully none of it got on the couch.

The hard-on I was getting just from thinking about it made the heat in my abdomen rage.

"What are you thinking about over there so quiet and lost in thought?"

I looked over at Sophie, her eyes locked on me like magnets.

"Whatever it is, it must be good. Your cheeks are red," pointing out my embarrassment. My skin prickled seeing her smile at me.

"You really want to know?" shamelessly undressing her with my eyes as I stood up and walked over to the gray couch where she was sitting.

"I asked, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did, but I'm afraid if I tell you, you'll run away; it's kind of dirty."

She narrowed her eyes at me as I squatted before her, folding my arms over her knees and laying my chin down on one of them, looking up at her, amused by the redness of her cheeks.

"You're joking, right?"

"Now who's blushing," smirking at the way she wiggled in her seat.

"You're a jerk," she said, laughing, pushing me away with the shove of her hand.

"A jerk who was thinking about your lips and how I like the way they taste," I confessed, gliding my hands up her thighs and feeling their muscles tighten.

"Oh you were, were you," Sophie teased, scooting forward until her face was a mere inch from mine, lifting her hand and running her thumb across my lips, making my dick twitch and swell inside my pants.

I shut my eyes as she closed in on my mouth, feeling her tongue slide slowly across my bottom lip before making its way into my mouth and her lips pressed against mine.

My nerves were on fire as she massaged the tip of my tongue until I could taste her. I grabbed her hips, bringing us closer together with the sound of a familiar moan leaving her.

"Fuck, girl, what are you trying to do to me," mumbling against her lips and feeling her smile.

"I'm just kissing you."

"If that's how you kiss, then I can't even imagine how you f..."

I was silenced by her lips attacking mine again, the heat of her mouth pouring into me, making me almost as hard as I was in the vision I had of us. My hands left her hips as I guided them slowly around her neck, wrapping my long, tattooed fingers around it and squeezing gently.

The air around us was silent and still when we parted and Sophie sat back, fixing her long, auburn hair she had piled on the top of her head in a relaxing bun.

"Where did you learn to kiss like that," I asked, getting up and sitting next to her. She shifted herself around, turning slightly towards me with one arm resting over the back of the couch.

"What, you think I don't read?"

"I didn't say that," I snickered.

"What about you?" Her face was a little flushed, bringing out the vivid red of her lips that showed signs of my lustful kisses.

I chuckled, smiling briefly, running my hand through the side of my hair.

"Noah, are you nervous to tell me?" Sophie asked in a playful voice.

Truth was, yeah, I was nervous; nervous as fuck at the fact that she and I had only known each other a few months and already I was completely wrecked by her.

"Let's just put it this way; I've had a lot of experience. Some really good and some really bad. That's all I'm saying."

"Fair enough," she nodded with a grin, looking away.

"I've had a lot of times I'm not proud of; times when I was in a very dark place, drinking and getting high all the time. Girls were thrown in there too somewhere, but most of the details are a blur now."

"Yeah, I understand that. I've learned to block out a lot of the trauma from my years with Perry. You'd think I'd be in a fragile state given everything that's happened, including a hospital stay, but a lot of therapy has helped me recover. I've learned to let it go. It wasn't easy; hurt so fucking bad, but it was worth it."

Sophie smiled as she brushed the strays of her hair away from her face. I suddenly felt like a piece of shit over how angry and upset I got at her the other day. None of it was her fault. She was only doing what she needed to do to protect herself.

"I let you down the other day," I quickly admitted, rubbing my hands together as they sat in my lap. I wasn't used to being this honest with anyone other than my therapist, but something inside me urged me to be with Sophie, telling me I had nothing to be afraid of.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I hurt you," focusing on the empty air between us. Shit. This was fucking hard.

Sophie took a deep breath. As if she could sense the anxiety building up in me, she scooted over and sat beside me, reaching over and taking my hand in hers, holding it tightly.

"Noah, you have nothing to be sorry about. You didn't do anything wrong. I told you that already."

"Yeah, I did, Sophie. I pushed you when I shouldn't have. I didn't listen to you when you said to leave you alone, and I made you put up walls. I don't want you to feel like you need walls around me. I'm not him."

Sophie swallowed hard.

"I won't hurt you like he did."

Turning away from me, she lowered her head.

"I loved him, Noah; more than I trusted myself to say," she admitted, looking straight in front of her. "and in the very beginning, more than words could express. But in the end, I lost myself trying to hold on to him when he never cared about losing me."

She turned back to me, tears filling her eyes and spilling onto her cheeks. "That day in my apartment, the things you said to me, told me that I could trust you; that my heart could trust you. That's freaking insane!" she laughed, dragging her hands over her face to wipe it clean.

"Why is that insane?" I asked, letting go of her hand and draping my arm over her shoulder instead, pulling her into me.

"Noah, you're you; hotter than hell, Concrete Noah. I'm me; plain Jane, full of drama, and a lot of baggage. How are we even here together right now? Why have you and the guys done everything that you have for me? I don't understand it. I don't deserve any of it."

Leaning forward, Sophie rested her elbows on her knees and played with her fingers. I was at a loss for words from everything she just told me, but I wasn't out of feeling a deep, hungry need to show her how wrong she was about everything.

"Hey," pulling her back by her shoulder, and as soon as she turned her face to me, I kissed her, drinking her in, but pouring out my carnal need for more of her, and when I met her tongue with mine, tasting her, her soft moan against my mouth made my dick hard again. Pulling back, we stared at one another for a moment, trying to figure out where we both wanted this to go.

"I just want to help you let go of him, Sophie. I want you to know what it feels like to be touched by someone who worships your body and your soul." I couldn't take my eyes off of her. The brazen look in her hazel eyes gave me all the confidence I needed to make the next move.

"Then help me let go, Noah."

"Are you sure? You won't regret me?" I had to know before I went any further with her.

"No," she answered with so much confidence that it made my heart skip a beat at knowing what she was about to let me do to her. I leaned in and kissed her forehead, lingering there for a few seconds.

I stood up and removed my shirt because we were going to need it later, letting it fall to the floor beside me. I smiled when I saw Sophie's eyes darken the way they did as they scanned my body and the tattoos covering it.

"Like what you see," I joked, kneeling before her. My mouth was starting to water at the idea of what I was about to do.

"I've only seen them in pictures; they're beautiful."

"You know what else is beautiful," I asked, spreading her legs apart and crawling in between them, meeting her face with my lips.

"You," I admitted in a hoarse whisper, kissing her cheek, her lips, and then trailing down to her neck where I slid my tongue over her supple, ivory skin. Her breathing became heavy her pulse quickened, and the perfect little moan that escaped her when I slid my fingers between her skin and the fabric of her leggings, had my dick throbbing and I knew before this was all over she wasn't going to be the only one cumming.

"Lift," I demanded, keeping direct eye contact with her while I pulled her leggings off, tossing them to the side. Sophie had beautiful thighs and I was longing to have my face between them, sucking her skin and leaving the purple marks behind that only she would see and be reminded of this moment. With only her panties on, I slid my hands up her thighs and laid them on her hips, grinning as she whimpered and bit her bottom lip, tugging her down a little bit to give me better access to her sweet sex that I knew was already wet for me.

"Is this okay," I asked her, before going any further.

She nodded quickly. "More than okay," she whispered, closing her mouth and swallowing. The anticipated look in her eyes as she waited patiently for what I was about to do, did things to me that I'd never felt before. Whatever was happening between me and Sophie was so electric and was destroying every memory of the girls who broke my heart.

Hooking my fingers around the top of her panties, I pulled them down, exposing the top of her sex. But I wanted to see the rest; I wanted all of it. Sophie clenched her thighs tightly and I knew she was nervous. "You good?" I asked again, looking up to see her head laid back, eyes closed, but her body was stiff. I moved back up, placing a soft kiss on her lips, feeling her kiss me back.

"Relax, baby. I've got you."

"Noah," she murmured, opening her eyes to look at me. "I've never been, I mean I've never had,"

"I know. That's what I'm going to fix."

Sophie took a deep breath, relaxing against the couch.

"Close your eyes. I want you to feel this before you see it," I whispered in her ear, feeling the goosebumps instantly spread over her skin. She lightly nodded as I sunk back down to begin my work.

Parting her legs slowly and feeling them tremble beneath the tips of my fingers, I kissed the inside of both her thighs, pulling the supple skin in my mouth and sucking gently, leaving the marks behind like I wanted. Sophie wiggled and whimpered, her short, little cries echoing in the room. Releasing her skin, I licked my lips the instant I set my sight on her pretty center that was so wet and bare.

"You shave it," I said, impressed that she would do such a thing.

"Are you complaining?"

"No, not at all; I love it actually." And I did. God did I love the fact that I had the most amazing view of all her pleasure points.

"I want you to picture me behind your eyes the second you feel this, princess," I said, finally inserting the first finger inside her. Her loud moan as she arched her back, went straight to my groin, and I didn't hold back the grunt that came from deep inside. I pushed in and out of her, watching her legs shake and her belly tighten at each thrust of my finger.

"Noah," she cried, eyes still closed and bringing her hand over the top of mine.

The sound of my name falling from her lips aroused every nerve, every muscle in my body. Her pleasure was infectious. It was the kind that made me want to do whatever I had to just to see it on her. I gripped her thigh, squeezing it hard.

"You like that?"

She nodded quickly.

"How about this?" and I inserted my middle finger.

Her hips bucked again, and she let out a gasping cry that made me move in and out of her a little faster, the sounds of her panting hitting my ears like music. She was so wet, and the fact that it was all for me did something to my ego that words couldn't describe.

"What about this, huh? Do you like it when I do this, princess," pushing farther into her and twisting."

"Oh, Noah yes, fuck, that feels amazing," she moaned, pushing herself harder into my fingers.

What was happening wasn't about me; it was all about her and making her know what felt like to be handled like the beautiful being she was and not a piece of useless nothing. I suddenly wanted to take the next step that would hopefully remove that motherfucker from her mind for good.

I licked my lips before diving in and lapping up every wet part of her, savoring the taste of her pussy and all of its treasure in my mouth, while still keeping my fingers buried deep inside her.

She was deathly intoxicating and for the first time in my life, I couldn't get enough. I licked her faster and sucked her harder while my fingers continued pumping in and out of her, earning small screams and cries from her lips that almost made me cum in my pants. I held back, forcing myself to control my arousal, vowing to make Sophie cum over my fingers or in my mouth first.

I laid my hand on her belly, feeling its tightness, knowing she was close.

"Tell me, baby. Are you good?" taking a moment to make sure she was okay.

Sophie opened her eyes for the first time and looked down at me as my mouth licked her entrance, pushing my tongue deeper into her.

"Ugghh, fuck, Noah," she cried, gripping the cushions and throwing her head back. I smiled, knowing I was pleasing her the way she needed to be pleased.

"Keep moaning for me, princess. I wanna hear you; I wanna feel you." Remembering her saying she was never allowed to touch that asshole when he was using her, I was desperately craving her touch, so I reached for her hand, and when I found it, I placed it on the top of my head. She instantly pulled it back.

"It's okay," I encouraged, stopping for a moment to look up. Her eyes were full of concern like she was waiting for me to correct her or be angry with her. I realized then, just how damaged Sophie really was and it crushed my heart.

"If I could, I would kiss away all your scars," moving up toward her face, with my fingers still inside her moving in and out. Slowly she lifted her hand, placing it gently on my cheek and brushing the hair away from my eye, as her eyes welled with tears. "Why do I believe you?"

"Because," I said, shifting to where I was partially on her and the couch, "he never made you feel like this. He never wanted to see you pleasured and even just finger fucked like the way you are right now. Fuck, Sophie, I'm so glad that night happened. If it hadn't we wouldn't be doing this. I'm glad we're doing this."

Nudging her legs to open back up, Sophie gave me complete access to her sex, proving that she trusted me. "Me too."

"Did he ever make you cum?" slowly working my fingers in her once again, pushing further in and feeling her tighten around me.

"Not often. Most of the time I was forced to fake them just to get him to stop," she said, tears running down her face.

"Well, I'm going to fix that."

She whimpered when I barely pulled my fingers out only to slam them back in, curling around her and feeling that one spot that I knew was it.

She moaned so loud and dug her nails into the skin of my hand, causing me to seeth and almost cum. Gritting my teeth, I began moving faster and harder inside her, working her until the tightness against my fingers was undeniable.

"Don't stop, Noah, god please don't stop."

"That's it princess, cum for me," I growled. Encouraging her the more she panted and whined, I used my fingers to thrust up into her, until finally, she exploded around me, her orgasm hitting her so hard that when she cried out, I came in my jeans, not caring about the warm liquid seeping through my pants.

We were both out of breath, hearts racing out of control, and minds completely ravaged, and as our bodies began to calm down, Sophie lifted my face to meet hers.

"Kiss me," she said, her body still trembling from the excitement.

I snatched her lips in mine as I gripped her face with my hands, and pulled her in closer because she just wasn't close enough and I needed her as close as I could get her.

"Hey, Noah, I found the box that has all the lighting equipment," Matt yelled, throwing the door open and dropping a box on the floor.

"What the fuck, Matt!" I hollered, throwing myself over Sophie's legs to hide her from Matt's eyes.

"Oh, shit man, I'm so fucking sorry! I'm just gonna go and," he bent over to pick up the box, but I stopped him.

"Just leave the fucking box, Matt. Get out," I yelled, and he opened the door, slamming it closed behind him.

"I wonder how much of that he heard," Sophie said, out of the blue.

Thinking she was going to be mortified, I looked at her with disbelief, seeing her trying to hide a smile.

The two of us busted out in laughter, embarrassed together.

I wasn't sure what was going to happen once the two of us left this room, or where this moment would leave us, but I didn't regret it. My biggest fear though was that Sophie would, just like the others did in the past, and by tomorrow, I would be feeling emotionally fucked. Either way, I knew I was never going to look at the gray couch in my studio the same, ever again.

#noah sebastian fanfic #noah sebastian fanfiction #bad omens #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens band #nick folio #noah sebastian #nicholas ruffilo #bad omens cult #jolly karlsson #fanfic #writing

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blainesebastian · 1 year

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wrong day’s journey into right

words: 2,043 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (anon request based on this prompt idea) “Having a bad day and drenched in rain, the last thing you’re expecting is to meet your soulmate” notes: masterlist here, requests i’m working on here :) if you’d like to be added to the tag list, please let me know! warnings: none tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff, @stylespresleyhearted

You’ve had plenty of bad days before but this one is really taking the cake for a bunch of reasons.

You consider yourself a pretty optimistic person, looking on the bright side of things, glass half full spiel, but everyone has their limits. It didn’t feel like a day to automatically climb back into bed, but maybe you should have? Just seems like you’ve been on the wrong side of it ever since you went to turn your alarm off and knocked your lamp onto the floor. One small thing after another but you kinda feel like you’re beginning to lose your mind.

The bagel place got your order wrong and you didn’t realize it until you were already at work, you have back to back meetings scheduled (so wrong within itself) and forgot to pack a lunch and it’s impossible for you to get away, the break room only has canned soup to make…and it’s all some sort of mushroom based broth (yuck), and the last meeting of the day runs over. It’s like a domino effect—because the last meeting runs over, it crunches into your dinner time and you planned on staying late anyways, but then you’re hungry (hangry) and snap at your assistant when she offers to help you organize things. Despite apologizing, said assistant goes home for the night and you can’t really blame her—you’ll grab her a coffee and a bagel tomorrow morning (hopefully the right order!) and make it up to her, apologize again.

But it just feels like some sort of never-ending terrible day at this point. Eating dinner feels empty because you’re rushing through it to get last minute work done and when you finally get to leave, you realize you didn’t bring an umbrella today…even though the forecast was not calling for rain this morning.

And it’s pouring, because of course it is.

Mumbling obscenities under your breath, you make a break for the street to hail a cab but you should already know at this point that that’s not going to happen smoothly. You’re ignored just long enough to get drenched, trying one more time with an aggressive waving gesture that doesn’t work. Ultimately you just give up, turning on your heel to rush to the subway. Two quick stops and you’ll be back home, you can get a hot shower, grab a bottle of wine and crawl into bed and pretend this day never happened.

Start fresh tomorrow.

Booking it across the street and down the block, you enter the subway and go down the steps halfway…only to realize you’re on the wrong side, you need uptown not downtown, and go back up to try again.

“Seriously about to lose it,” You mumble to yourself, crossing the street and finding the correct entrance. You let out a sharp breath and go down the steps, taking a moment to breathe and collect yourself before approaching the turnstile.

Scanning your pass from your phone, you move through and attempt to ignore how your clothes are sticking to you. Wet jeans have to be one of the worst things one could experience and your shoes feel squishy against your socks and ugh. You pull your hair over your shoulder and begin to wring it out as you walk towards the steps that lead down to the tracks, double-checking to make sure you’ve got the right terminal before making that mistake a second time.

Good news? You’re not wearing a light-colored shirt, so no one can see your bra. Better news, as you go down the steps, the subway you need has just pulled up. Maybe your day is taking a turn, you just have to pick up the pace down the steps, you’ll totally make it.

Except—you’re not paying attention to where your feet are going because you’re looking at the subway, just within your reach, and you either miss a step or overstep, you can’t tell, and suddenly you’re down.

Your footing disappears from under you, your leg bending slightly underneath your body and your gut reaction is to use your hands to break your fall. Which you do and it works but skin slides right against concrete and fucking ow. Also the subway doors close right in front of you—so that’s cool. A sharp noise definitely leaves your mouth and you’re not sure if it’s better or worse that there’s not a lot of people lingering to see you on the ground. If there had been a few more people around, maybe that would have cushioned your fall.

Bright side? Maybe? You didn’t hit your face, which, if your hands hadn’t been there your chin would have caught the pavement for sure.

Jesus fuck—maybe it’d be better if you just stay down, live here for the time being.

Groaning, you turn a little to put yourself in a sitting position, kinda doing inventory of your bones and such just in case. You had a friend trip over something in her back yard and she heard a loud pop and broke one of the strongest bones in her body, so, you’re really not taking any assumptions that you’re one hundred percent fine.

“Damn, are you okay?”

Blinking, you turn your head slightly to the guy who’s appeared and you have no idea whether you’re honored or mortified that this gorgeous stranger has crouched down to make sure you’re okay. He seems familiar for a reason you can’t put your finger on. This seems like the universe playing some sort of practical joke on you—handsome, boyish features, strong blue eyes, cupid bow lips and wide gentle curls of blonde hair near his forehead.

“Uh, I think—still assessing,” You let out a small laugh, looking down at your hands. They’re scraped up and so are your forearms. Crinkling your nose, you glance up at him, “Nothing seems broken.”

“Well, given the fact you seemed to sail off that second to last step, kind of impressive.”

You scoff, “Oh great, I’m glad you could see my humiliation from start to finish.”

He smiles a little, rubbing the back of his neck before offering you a hand, “Here, let me help.”

God, at this point, why not? The way your luck is going you’ll end up pulling yourself up from the concrete and somehow end up down on the tracks in front of an oncoming subway train. You allow your hand to slip into his and he gives you the support you need to tug yourself up from the ground. Your body is definitely sore but…nothing is broken. Once again, feels like miracle. Standing to his full height, you can see that he’s tall and long and his clothes seem to hug him perfectly while you’re feeling like some sort of drowned rat with your jeans wet. Doesn’t seem fair at all but very on track with what your day has been.

There’s a bench nearby and you move to sit down, smoothing your hands over your legs before brushing your hair out of your face.

“I’m sure someone at one of the desks has a first-aid kit.”

And you look back up at him because you half expected he’d be gone already, his civic duty for the day done. “Oh uhm,” You look down at your forearms and hands and…yeah, could probably use a Band-Aid or two but, “Don’t worry about it, I don’t want you to miss your train.”

He smiles a little, amused, “Kinda already did anyways when I saw you bite the pavement.” Perfect, lovely. “Besides, not like there’s not another one lined up in ten minutes. I’ll be right back.”

He turns to go back up the steps and you chew on your lower lip, kinda just…self-evaluating yourself. This guy is being so sweet even though there’s no reason for him to be. And maybe, maybe, you’d even consider your day turning itself around but with how things are going? He’s probably a serial killer.

Leaning back against the bench, handsome stranger (possibly ax-murderer) comes down the steps with a small white box. Sitting down next to you, he pops the lid open and sifts through for what you need.

“Should probably at least get your name if you’re gonna not only be nice enough to help me up off the ground but patch me up too. Need someone to address the thank you card to.”

He smirks, eyes glancing up at yours before looking back into the kit, “Austin.”

There’s this moment of utter whiplash as your brain makes a bunch of connections that you were missing—that’s why he looks so familiar, this is Austin Butler.

You can not allow yourself to think about this or you’re bound to pass out or throw up so best to table that for later. “Y/N.” You reply instead, “Nice to fall in front of you.”

Austin smiles now, something amused and warm all at the same time. “Nice to meet you too.”

He tugs out a few antiseptic squares for you, handing them over. Humming lightly, you tear them open and begin wiping down a few of your scrapes and cuts on your hands and forearms. Not terrible, not pleasant either. The Band-Aids are a little more difficult to maneuver yourself and Austin tears one open for you, handing it over.

“Can you—”

He blinks before a soft laugh, “Oh right, of course.” He uses his two able hands (slender fingers, rings…) to help put bandages on the larger scrapes on your hands and forearms. And then that’s that, good as new. Your pride is definitely a little sore, not to mention your knees and elbows but…could have been a lot worse, right?

Other subways have gone by but Austin has made no inclination that he’s missed anything.

“Do you make a habit out of this?” You ask after a moment, curling your hair around your ear, “Kind-subway-samaritan?”

Austin smiles, shrugging his one shoulder, “Only on Thursdays. Been thinkin’ of adding it to my résumé,”

“I mean, a Thursday gig is definitely gonna make you stand out against all your other accomplishments.”

And Austin laughs, something warm and genuine and God, it clenches your stomach and makes your cheeks tint pink. You can’t believe out of all the late nights, out of all the subway stations, exhausted and soaking wet and kinda hungry because your dinner didn’t even register with all the work you’d been doing, that you’ve run into Austin Butler.

The universe is really fucking weird sometimes.

You stand from the bench, letting out a soft sigh, “Thank you for everything—I’m gonna try to catch the train without faceplanting again.”

Austin chuckles and collects some trash to throw away, closing the kit and standing as well, “Headed home?”

“I was…but now I feel like I deserve a margarita,” You purse your lips…and a second dinner since your stomach is rumbling. You’re about to offer him a wave and another thank you when the next set of words pass your lips, you have no idea what really motivates you to say it,

“Want to come? I could buy you a drink—really the least I could do.”

And then your eyes kinda widen as your brain catches up with your tongue and you just…you just asked Austin to go get a drink. His eyebrows lift and there’s this amused look on his face as he reacts to your expression more than anything else. Your mouth opens and closes and you’re about to backtrack and apologize, or something, when—

“Sure,” Austin motions to the track as another subway screeches in, turning out to be the one that you need, “Can’t remember the last time I had a margarita.”

You feel like you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop but it…doesn’t happen. You turn and get onto the subway; half expecting for Austin to disappear or not get on before the doors close. And yet, he follows you on and sits down right next to you.

This has to be some sort of cosmic coincidence, right? And yet—as you look over at Austin and an easy conversation starts again about margaritas, you kinda can’t help it as you start thinking about the word fate.

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler fic #elvis 2022 #mccall writes things

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kimbap-r0ll · 1 year

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Hmm could I get a request about this one?

A platonic one

Reader is another Kurta survived but a small child one and is at the orphanage.

Could I get a reaction of the main 4?

It’s okay if you don’t want to 😅

Ooh wait this is interesting! Thank you for the ask!

Kurta!child!reader with the main 4 of HxH

You survived because you had been playing out in the forest away from the village that you were supposed to be close to. You had strayed away, and when you came back you could only drop to your knees and stare in shock

The Lukso Province officials took you into an orphanage, of course while hiding the fact that you were a Kurta. While they weren't the kindest to you, they didn't want your body parts to be sold in the black market

That was where you were given to different foster parents here and there until finally you settled in with a family living near Kukuro mountain in Padokea. You met the main 4 when they were departing for their own missions. Though at a young age, you wanted to leave your home and go back to Lukso to rebuild the broken village that was your former home. They weren't sure what to do with you, but here are the first impressions:

Gon

He wanted to get to know you better first of all, and maybe let you tag along with Killua and him for their trip to Heaven's Arena. What would you do there? Not sure, but it would be nice to have another person!

The reason why he felt you were important was also because, well, you seemed really keen on getting back. He wanted to help out

When you tell him you're part of the Kurta clan, that's when he really gets surprised. This is what convinces him too that you should tag along

I feel like he would be sort of like an older brother to you. Though he could be reckless at times, he's usually the one to stand up to you. If you happen to learn nen, go to Yorknew and everything with Gon, expect him to fiercely protect you from the Phantom Troupe.

Killua

Sadly, he didn't trust you at first. He grew up around people that tried to manipulate him, use him, etc. and because of that he couldn't bring himself to listen.

However, there was an aspect of you that reminded him of Alluka, even if you might not look or act that same way. It was sort of like you were optimistic, yet quietly sad. This is what makes him get closer to you

Will mostly leave you with Gon because he doesn't want to get too attached (for trust reasons stemming from his background) but when you are with him he's fiercely protective too

When you tell him you're part of the Kurta clan, that's when he really starts to feel bad. He feels like he doesn't have the ability to help you out nor protect you, but the most that he can do, which is support you like an older brother, is the best thing in your eyes

Leorio

Absolutely will try his best to get you to Lukso. If you choose to stick with him, expect lots of college students to flock around you and say that you're a super cute child haha

He's busy studying, but will often use the spare bits of money he has as a university student to buy you stuff. You soon grow fond of the ice cream trips you guys have on the weekends.

If you tell him that you're originally from the Kurta clan, I feel like he would understand you the most other than Kurapika. He's seen the way the massacre effects Kurapika and he can't imagine how much trauma it has caused you.

Leorio will try to adopt you haha. Honestly let him do that though, he's one of the safest people to be around and will absolutely support you in the best way possible. You're sick? He's a doctor. You need extra cash for new shoes? Done. Overall I can't express how much Leorio would be an amazing father figure to you

Kurapika

He had a feeling he's seen you somewhere, but he wasn't sure if he should mention the connection you two might have. He first says that you should return to your parents but your consistent crying of "let me stay!" finally convinces him to leave you with Leorio

If you tell him there that you're part of the Kurta clan, this is when things get a bit tricky. Kurapika will have a sudden need to keep you with him mainly because you're one of the only "family" he has left but also because he doesn't want you to get hurt. He trusts his friends, but the clan meant so much to him he just has a voice in the back of his head saying his friends won't do as good of a job as he would

Traveling with Kurapika will be arduous, mainly because he's so deep in revenge and hatred that he doesn't have time to really take care of you. He will always be gentle with you and make sure you're healthy, but the light conversations you two have are minimal.

He's going to drop you off at Lukso province when you two get there. But before that, he wants to hear about your life and so will have deep conversations with you. You two share tears often. He's super protective of you, but because of this he won't want to bring you with him to the Black Whale.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hxh imagines #hxh scenarios #child!reader #gon #gon freecss #gon headcanons #killua #killua zoldyck #killua headcanons #leorio #leorio paladiknight #leorio headcanons #kurapika #kurapika headcanons #anon ask #hxh headcanons

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braveclementine · 3 days

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Marvel 2

Tags: Angst, fluff

Person(s): Steve-ish, Bucky

You and Steve Rogers were a sort've item. You two would usually fuck and he would take you on dates, but it wasn't entirely serious. You knew there was a lack of love on his part, but you didn't mind. You weren't overly attached to him. Sure the dates were fun and the sex was great, but there wasn't this overwhelming need to be with him.

Until Thanos snapped half of the population out of existence. You'd been terrified about losing him, but you didn't. You got lucky.

And that was when you really fell in love with him. He was still optimistic about everything, putting a positive spin where he could, even though he really missed his best friend Bucky. The two of you grew even closer during that time and you really thought something was going to happen because of it.

Maybe it would have. Except then they discovered how to go back in time. They brought everyone back. They fought Thanos and won this time. Well, it didn't feel much like a win, what with losing Natasha and then Tony. Idiotic Tony just had to snap and save the world, didn't he. God you had loved that man so much. He should've let someone else take care of it.

And then they decided to send the stones back.

And you had wonderful news for Steve at the same time, that you had just found out today.

Steve texted you to meet him near the Avengers compound, where they had set everything up to send him back with the stones.

You made your way there, walking up with Bucky, who was pleased to see you. You greeted him with a hug, ecstatic to see him after being gone for five years.

"You're glowing." He laughed.

"Well I have wonderful news for Steve." You said, face shining and your hand moved down to your stomach. There was no bump yet, but you were pregnant. Bucky's eyes followed the gesture, but he didn't comment on it.

Steve had other plans though.

He pulled you aside. "Y/N, I need. . . I have to tell you something."

"Me too." You breathed.

He smiled sadly. "I'm going to stay in the past."

His words punched you in the gut, stealing your breath.

"You know how much I loved Peggy and how much she meant to me. I'm glad that I got to spend this time with you." Steve said softly, looking upset. "And I really do hope that you find the person you want to spend the rest of your life with."

You still couldn't breathe. He was supposed to be that person. He was. . .

"What did you want to tell me?" He asked softly.

You pressed your lips together, trying to get your emotions under control. It had been the deal from the start. No strings, no emotions attached. Just two friends that benefited each other. He didn't need to know that you'd long broken your side of that promise. You loved him.

"It doesn't matter now." You said carefully, trying to smile. "You're not staying."

"Oh. I'm sorry." Steve said and you saw he really did look guilty. But you also knew that Peggy had always been the one that he loved. You were the one that caught feelings.

"It's. . . good luck Steve." You said, unable to tell him that it was fine.

Bucky had watched and overheard the entire encounter and was filled with horror for what Steve was about to do to you. What you were allowing him to do to you. Part of him felt fantastic that the two of you were over. He'd always loved you and never thought Steve was a good partner for you. But the other part of him felt terrible that Steve was leaving you here with his child by yourself- even if you hadn't told him you were pregnant.

"Steve." Bucky said, quickly stepping forward but you grabbed his arm.

"Good luck." You said, almost choking on the words.

Steve smiled, clapping Bucky on the shoulder with one hand, before heading over to where Sam and Bruce were waiting.

"Doll." Bucky looked stricken.

You turned your back as Steve went into the machine, tears welling up in your eyes.

"Doll." Bucky said again, softer this time.

"I'm okay Buck." You said, giving him a tense smile, wiping the tears from your eyes. "I always knew I was just the side girl. That was all we ever said we would be. I'm the one that got attached."

"Don't blame yourself for this!" Bucky said angrily. "It's Steve's fault!"

"It's no ones fault." You sighed, "This is just how the world works."

Sam nudged Bucky to show an older man sitting on the bench now, a brown circular case by his feet.

Oh my God. It was Steve. But he was so much older.

Bucky just nodded to Sam and said "go ahead."

Sam was the one who approached Steve.

You sighed, "I guess I should. . ."

Go where? Your home had been with Steve. You didn't have your own apartment or house or anything.

"You'll come home with me. I'll take care of you and the baby, I promise." Bucky said earnestly, but firmly.

"Do you even have a place to stay?" You asked skeptically, knowing that up till his disappearance, he'd been staying in Wakanda.

"Yep." Bucky said confidently. "Come on."

He offered you his arm and you took it.

"Y/N." Steve's voice sounded so strange, yet familiar.

You stopped, turning to face him. Then you walked forward.

He looked sad. "I'm sorry. If I had known. . . I would have stayed."

You shook your head, "Steve, were you happy?"

You watched with a broken heart as his eyes filled with love for a moment. "I was. Extremely."

"That is all I ever wanted for you." You said, throat constricting a little. "So it's okay. If you'd stayed, it would've made you unhappy and you only would've done it on principle. I'm glad you had the life you wanted." You bent down gently, kissing his cheek. "Good-bye Steve."

Steve smiled a little before looking at Bucky. Part of you wondered how he could just up and leave so easily with his best friend who really needed him here.

"I guess this is the End of the line pal." Bucky said, patting Steve's shoulder. He turned then, putting an arm around your shoulder to lead you away.

You knew tears were streaming down both of your faces, so neither of you looked back.

So neither of you saw that Steve was crying too.

#Braveclementineworks #BuckyBarnes #SteveRogers #fluff #angst #pregnant!reader #Fandom oneshot #fanfic #endgame spoilers

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upat4amwiththemoon · 2 years

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Lights out

Summary: Even the sun goes down sometimes.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x female!reader

Warnings: just bit of angst

Word count: 1203

a/n: grumpy x sunshine from the Trope challenge! There’s still time to vote for characters on two tropes :)

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @strangegardentaco @rafecameronswhore @sayah13

To say Natasha isn’t the most expressive person is an understatement. Her face is almost always neutral, or as some would call it her resting bitch face. That some being Tony and Sam who never dare say it in front of Natasha.

Y/N on the other hand is never seen without a smile on her face. She’s always skipping around the compound, talking to everyone and laughing at their dumb jokes. They like to tell her jokes, mostly because they know she’ll laugh and they’ll get an ego boost from it.

Which is why, the rest of the Avengers were very confused when the two announced they’re dating a year ago. Sure, it’s said that opposites attract, but Y/N and Natasha seem so different from each other. The others were pretty sure the redhead disliked Y/N’s very optimistic and energetic personality. But somehow they make it work.

Y/N lights up Natasha’s world with her never ending smile and comforting her when she feels bad, while Natasha makes sure Y/N knows when to slow down and doesn’t forget to take care of herself.

But sometimes things don’t go the way they usually do.

“That wasn’t funny, Tony.” Natasha rolls her eyes as she stares at still laughing Tony.

“Oh come on!” Tony huffs. “You don’t think anything is funny. Just wait until I tell it to Sunshine, she’ll love it.” He grins, excited to present his new jokes.

“Can you stop calling her that, it’s weird.”

“Oh, I’m sorry miss no one else gets to call my girlfriend nicknames.” Natasha rolls her eyes again. “Besides everyone calls her that.”

“That is true, Nat.” Wanda comments from the kitchen where she is cooking everyone dinner, extra special as some of the team members are coming back from a five-day long mission, Y/N including.

“Whatever.” She mumbles, crossing her arms over her chest. “You guys better not hog her then, okay? She’ll be tired of the mission and she needs to rest.”

“Have you ever seen her tired after a mission?” Sam asks, popping into the room after hearing people talk. “That girl is like, never tired.”

Before Natasha can say anything, the main door opens. Her head perks up, recognizing Y/N’s footsteps, though they sound slower than usual.

”Sunshine!” Tony stands up, his arms wide open. “I got a new joke for you.”

“It’s very funny, Tony.” Y/N mumbles with the most monotone voice she has ever used and walks right past everyone to get into her room.

“I didn’t even start yet!” Tony yells after Y/N, not even noticing the sour look on her face.

“Shut it.” Natasha mumbles, jogging after her girlfriend. “Sweetheart?” She knocks on the door lightly, trying to listen for any sounds coming inside the room. “Can I come in?” When she hears nothing from the other side, Natasha opens the door.

Y/N is sitting on her bed, staring at the empty wall in front of her. She’s playing with her fingers, otherwise staying unmoving.

“How was the mission?” Natasha sits next to Y/N, giving her a small smile. Y/N shrugs, turning her face to the side so Natasha doesn’t see it. “What’s wrong?”

Y/N takes a deep breath. “Nothing.” She mumbles, looking down at her hands. “I just- I don’t-“ She groans, hiding her face behind her hands.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Natasha moves closer, setting her hand to Y/N’s back. “You can tell me anything.”

“I’m just tired.” Y/N whimpers. “The mission was a mess and everyone was bummed out after it, but I had to make everyone feel better. I didn’t want to, I wanted to be sad too, but everyone was counting on me to make them feel better.” Her voice cracks as tears start pooling in her eyes.

“You don’t have to, no one is expecting for you to be the sole supplier of positivity.”

“But they are!” Y/N turns to look at Natasha. “They ask me to list all the positives of the mission and then I have to make up some bullshit because I’m not actually seeing anything positive about it. Or how they are saying they’re glad I’m never sad, because otherwise the place would be much gloomier.”

Natasha frowns, she didn’t know how much pressure the others were putting on her to stay happy all the time. Of course she likes Y/N’s positivity as well, but she knows she has other feelings as well.

“I want to be sad.” The tears are pouring down her cheeks. “But I feel so stupid for not wanting to laugh and smile all the time.”

“Don’t say that.” Natasha lifts Y/N’s head up by her chin. “Your feelings aren’t stupid. I didn’t realize they were saying those things, I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” Y/N leans her head against Natasha’s hand, getting comfort from her.

It didn’t usually go like this. Most of the time it was Y/N making Natasha feel better after nightmares or occasional flashbacks. But still this feels natural. Which makes Y/N feels even more stupid for bottling all these emotions inside her.

“How about we go get some snacks before you take a shower, and then we’ll just stay the rest of the day here, watching your comfort movies and cuddling, hm?”

“What about the others?” Y/N remembers seeing multiple members of the team in the common area. She really didn’t want to face them right now, too tired to act happy.

“Ignore them.” Natasha pulls Y/N up. “You don’t own them anything, okay?”

“Okay.”

Natasha smiles and holds Y/N’s hand as they walk into the kitchen, past everyone else as they stare. While cutting some fruit and putting different candies to bowls, Natasha comes up jokes to make Y/N laugh quietly.

“Am I seeing things or have they changed personalities?” Tony whispers to Sam and Wanda, who are also looking at brightly smiling Natasha and gloomy Y/N.

“Something is definitely wrong.” Sam mumbles.

“Maybe she’s just tired, you guys.” Wanda comments, not wanting the two to disturb the pair. “Let them be.”

“She still hasn’t heard my joke.”

“Nobody likes your jokes.” Wanda mumbles, loud enough for Tony to hear, who scoffs.

“They’re talking to about us.” Y/N whispers, standing next to Natasha who is just finishing up.

“Just ignore it.” Natasha smiles, kissing her cheek before grabbing the plates. Y/N grabs their drinks and they walk back to her room.

Y/N lets out a sigh when the door closes again. She hugs Natasha tightly after they’ve put their snack away. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, sweets.” Natasha kisses the top of her head. “You can tell me when you’re feeling bad, in fact, you’re obligated to do so.” She grins, shaking Y/N.

Y/N giggles and nods. “I will.”

“Good. Now, go take a shower while I put on a movie for us.”

“Okay.” Y/N smiles and kisses her. “I love you.” She whispers before going to the bathroom.

“I love you too!” Natasha yells through the door with a giddy smile. Y/N has that effect on her.

#marvel #mcu #marvel imagine #mcu imagine #mcu fanfiction #fluff #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff x you #black widow x you #black widow imagine #black widow x reader #the black widow #upat4amwiththemoon trope challenge

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mystique-6 · 4 months

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Kinktober Day 5 Table Sex

Summary: Ailis tries to make the best of a bad situation. She manages to make it worse.

Hello! My hyperfixation on Astarion has got me in the writing mood so I will be participating in Kinktober using @flightlessangelwings Kinktober list. The pieces may be part of a bigger fic(s). I have started the fic. If you like this please consider checking out my main fic, This is Me Trying. (Can you tell I like Taylor Swift?) Either way, I hope you enjoy. I do plan on completing the 31 prompts though it will take me past October. I also have the fic posted on AO3.

Warning: Anyone under 18 do not interact. Please pay attention to the tag warnings below.

Tag Warnings: Table Sex, Non-consensual Touhing, Non-consensual spanking, Impact Play, Non-con/rape, vampire bite, semi-public sex, penis in vagina sex, anal fingering, figging, domestic violence, abuse, gags, orgasm denial

Additional Note: This fic involves Ascended Astarion.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from BG3.

Ailis paused before the large oak doors of the dining room and took a deep breath. She loathed this hour of the day when she was forced to dine with Astarion. On a good day, it was the only time she saw him. Other days he required more of her presence and the meal usually ended up as a prelude before something unpleasant. Today had been a good day. It seemed aa shame to ruin it with his presence. She took another deep breath, opened one of the heavy oak doors, and swept into the dining room.

“Ah! There you are, my darling consort!” Astarion exclaimed. “You look beautiful this evening.” She watched him take in her form she had draped in a midnight blue, velvet evening gown. Her dark, black-brown hair was worn up in a braided bun.

“Thank you, my Lord,” she managed to force out in a polite tone. She took her seat across from him at the ridiculously long dining table. When they had first started living here, the size of the table had annoyed her. Now she was grateful for the distance. She took in the spread laid out for them; two golden goblets full of blood for her and a plate of ham with roasted potatoes and carrots for Astarion. He also had his own goblet of blood and another filled with a red wine. She frowned at her own goblets. It wasn’t so much that she missed food. She just didn’t like the reminder that she couldn’t have it any longer. Astarion noticed her pouting.

“Is there something wrong with the blood I provided for you?” he asked. She heard the warning in his tone.

“No. Nothing,” she replied quickly and took a sip. It was never enough to satisfy her hunger. She forced a smile on her face anyway and Astarion nodded his approval. She felt relief that he let the perceived slight go. They went through the meal in silence. They were the only two in the room. Astarion always just rang a bell when he needed something else brought in, rather than have the staff stay in the room during their meals. This hadn’t bothered her in the beginning. She had enjoyed the intimacy of just the two of them dining alone. Now she thought having the servants in her would be a nice distraction from the loud silence between them.

She finished her two goblets of blood and gazed at the old grandfather clock that stood against the adjacent wall. Only twenty minutes had passed. She couldn’t stand the thought of spending another forty minutes of tense silence. She turned to stare at Astarion but she knew he would never dismiss her early. She saw him reach for the Baldur’s Gate news pamphlet he read every evening, and she knew she had to do something to end this agony.

“How was your day?” she cried out in a forcefully optimistic tone. Astarion’s hand paused over the pamphlet and he looked across the table at her in surprise. By his baffled expression one would have thought she’d suddenly grown two heads.

“I’m sorry, darling. What did you say?” he asked.

“I asked how your day was,” she said.

The look of surprise changed to one of suspicion. “If you were needed on one of my current plans for the city, I would have included you, darling,” he said. “Don’t trouble yourself about them.” He started to reach for his news pamphlet again. Ailis closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she tried to force back a scowl. It had been months since either of them had initiated a normal conversation during dinner. She should have anticipated he’d be suspicious. She tried again.

“I wasn’t asking how your plans are going,” she said in an even tone. “I was asking about your day. Was it a good day? Anything exciting happen? Do you have anything you want to discuss. That is what I meant.”

The look of surprise returned to his face and then shifted to confusion, though she could still see a hint of suspicion in his expression. “I’m not sure why any of that matters to you, my dear,” he said stiffly. “How my day went had nothing to do with you.”

This time she couldn’t hold back a groan of frustration. “I am trying to make conversation with you!” she exclaimed. “We never just talk anymore! We used to talk…” She cut off as she realized just how true her words were. She couldn’t even remember the last conversation they’d had that didn’t involve thinly veiled threats or barbs.

Astarion stared at her for such a long moment she thought he was just going to ignore her, but finally he answered. “My day was rather tedious. All meetings that made very little progress.” He paused. “How was your day?”

Ailis tried to stifle her surprise. She hadn’t expected him to return the inquiry. “Also tedious. There’s nothing for me to do here.”

Astarion snorted in derision. “You have an entire library at your disposal,” he said. “Not to mention the gardens or you could go riding along the grounds. You also need only advise the servants to bring you anything you like. If it’s something we don’t have here they’ll get it for you.”

“I’ve done all that you just suggested numerous times before,” she said. “Doing the same thing day after day gets tiring.”

“My you have become spoiled, haven’t you? It’s unbecoming, pet,” he scolded. She looked down at her empty goblets shamed. She looked back up when he spoke in a gentler tone. “Why don’t you interact with the other spawn? You might not feel so bored if you had more companionship.”

“The other spawn don’t like me,” she said, and was surprised by the sad tone in her voice. She often told herself she didn’t care that she was ostracized from the other spawn. She understood why they didn’t care for her. Although Astarion was awful to her, he was even worse to his other spawn and he often set her up on a pedestal he made sure the others knew they wouldn’t reach. Of course, they didn’t like her.

Astarion considered her words for a moment and nodded. “They’re just jealous of you, darling,” he said. “And they should be. You’re far above them. You shouldn’t concern yourself with whether they like you or not.” She forced back a groan of frustration. She shouldn’t be surprised his suggestion was to force her presence on the other spawn and ignore her discomfort. He was forcing her into that situation every day with their dinner arrangement. She reminded herself she was trying to make the best of it.

“What I would really like to do, is get out of the mansion,” she said, and then added quickly. “Find something to do in Baldur’s Gate.”

“I’m afraid that’s not possible,” Astarion replied stiffly.

“Why not?” she challenged.

She watched as a flare of his temper appeared in his gaze, but he answered her calmy. “There are numerous miscreants walking the streets of this city. You are my consort. It is my duty o keep you safe. You are safe here in the mansion.”

“In case you’re forgetting, I helped save this city. I don’t need your protection,” she said. She was honestly surprised he kept control of his temper.

“That was before I became the vampire ascendent, darling,” he said, a dangerous tone to his voice. “There are those who would see me brought down. These wicked, ignorant fiends would gladly try to use you to get to me, or hurt you to hurt me. I won’t risk your safety.”

“You could come out with me,” she persisted. “We haven’t done anything together in a long time.”

Astarion paused, but ultimately shook his head. “I’m far too busy, darling,” he said. “And really, there’s nothing happening in Baldur’s Gate worth our seeing.”

“So, you’ll neglect me simply because you aren’t interested in any events?” she snapped, finally losing her own temper. She paled at the rage filled expression he gave her. She’d finally crossed a line.

“Neglect you?” he hissed. “Darling, I provide for you everything a person could want. Others would be envious of your position, and yet you’ve grown so spoiled you are incapable of being grateful.” She opened her mouth to protest, but he held up a hand to stop her. “I really think you ought to be taught a lesson. Come here, pet.” Ailis hesitated, but stood when he opened his mouth to compel her. She walked over to stand in front of him on legs that suddenly felt heavy as lead.

He observed her for a moment and then said, “Remove your clothes, darling.”

Ailis blinked, and then shot nervous glances towards the rooms two entrances. “The servants could enter at any moment,” she whispered.

“Ungrateful consorts don’t deserve privacy,” he said. “Remove your clothes.” When she continued to hesitate, he reached out and ripped her dress off her. She let out a startled cry and quickly removed her remaining garments until she stood naked before him.

“Now get on the table on all fours,” he ordered. She tried once again to protest but his time he stopped her with compulsion. “Now, pet.” She unwillingly moved to the table and moved his dining ware and news pamphlet out of the way before climbing up onto the table in front of him. He stood up and then pressed down on her back between her shoulders so her chest laid on the table and her ass was raised up in the air. He then rang the servant’s bell.

“No,” she whimpered.

“Hush, darling,” Astarion scolded. “And don’t move from that position.” Her body reacted to the command and she was locked in place, unable to try to shield herself from anyone’s eyes. Her face flamed when she heard the servant’s entry door open and an angry tear slipped down her face at the indignity of being put on display like this. She heard a brief murmur of voices with words spoken too low to hear, the door closing, and then reopening a few minutes later. Another exchange of words occurred and then the door closed.

She trembled as she heard Astarion walk up behind her and then cried out as he shoved two fingers into her anus with no warning. She grimaced as he roughly pumped his two lightly greased fingers one or two times and then slightly scissored them inside her before he removed them. His fingers were then replaced by a different object, she assumed a plug, at her entrance before that was slid into place. She was relieved at least the toy was greased, considering how wet it felt.

“All right, darling?” Astarion asked, stroking her hip.

“Y-yes,” she replied in a shaky voice as she adjusted to the intrusion. She waited for him to continue, but he just continued to stroke her body from her hip down her thigh and back. She had just begun to relax slightly when the inside of her ass began to burn. She cried out in shock.

“Darling?” Astarion questioned, but she heard the smirk in his voice and she realized now what he had been waiting for.

“It burns!” she cried. “What is it?”

“Peeled gingerroot,” he answered and stepped up to where she could see his face. His expression was smug.

“Take it out!” she ordered.

“I don’t think so, love. This is a punishment, remember?” he said.

“Please take it out!” she begged. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please!”

“You’re not sorry,” Astarion stated harshly. “You just want me to do what you want, but I’m not here to give you what you want. I’m here to give you what you need, and right now, you need a lesson on gratitude.” He suddenly thrust an apple in front of her mouth.

“Open,” he ordered and she obediently opened her mouth. “Bite down on the apple.” She did and grimaced as the apple’s juice filled her mouth. It tasted like decaying garbage left out to rot in the sun. She looked up at him with watery eyes. He was staring down at her with a stern glare as he pulled off his belt. “I’m going to give you twenty lashes with my belt. You are not to drop the apple until I say so. If you do, I will give you five more lashes for each time you drop it. Nod that you understand.”

She nodded and he moved behind her. She trembled as she waited for the first lash and then cried out, the sound muffled by the apple in her mouth. He had hit her with his full force and the sting from the leather made her skin feel like it was on fire. Worse, when she’d clenched down to brace herself for the next blow, the burn from the gingerroot grew more intense. She screamed and sobbed around the apple as she was forced to take the full blow from the belt or clench around the gingerroot. She felt an overwhelming since of doom and panic as she tried not to bite down too hard on the apple and let it fall from her mouth.

Finally, the last blow hit and she heard his belt drop to the floor. She rested there as she shook from her sobs and then flinched when she felt his hands grip onto her hips. He pulled her ass and hips down so she was parallel to the table and then pulled her back a bit so she was closer to the edge. She felt the head of his cock press to her cunt and she moved to rest on her forearms so she could brace herself. He brutally thrust into her and then set a punishing pace.

His thrusts left her in the same situation as the beating, and she was once again forced to take the full brunt of his thrusts against her bruised ass or clench around the gingerroot and worsen its burning sensation. However, it was slightly better as his cock dragged against a sensitive spot inside her with each thrust. He made no move to touch her, however, so she started to move her hand down to do it herself. His hand caught hers in a crushing grip and he moved it back to where it had been resting. His other hand slapped her bruised ass harshly and she whimpered.

“You cum from my cock alone or you don’t cum at all, pet,” Astarion grunted as he continued to pound in and out of her. “This isn’t about your pleasure.” Tears streamed down her face as he continued to take his own pleasure from her body and left her wanting. She could tell he was approaching his release when his thrusts lost their rhythm.

Suddenly, one of his hands wrapped around her throat and she was lifted to a kneeling position. He adjusted the position of her head to bare her neck and then roughly sunk his fangs into her neck. Her scream was muffled by the apple and she writhed from the agony of his harsh bite. She felt a cold numbness spreading through her body and then the room began to spin as he continued to drink from her. Dark spots began to grow around the edges of her vision until finally the whole room went dark and she was lost.

She did not know how long she was out, but she felt very groggy and weak when she regained consciousness. She was still on the table, though she was now resting on her side. Her ass throbbed from the lashes of the belt and the burn from the gingerroot still inside her, though that had diminished. Somehow, she still had the apple clenched between her teeth. She shifted and tried to push herself up to a sitting position.

“Careful, love,” Astarion said, and gripped her hip gently before pulling the gingerroot out. She whimpered and he shushed her as he helped her move off the table then. “Go slowly now.” She managed to raise herself up and he then lifted her off the table before setting her down in his chair. The room spun and she felt an overwhelming sensation of nausea. She lowered her head between her knees and took deep breaths through her nose, while Astarion gently stroked her hair. After another moment, she raised her head to look back up at him.

“Here, darling, you can let go of the apple now,” he said taking it from her mouth and placing it on the table. She flexed her jaw which ached from being held open for so long. She glared at the apple on the table and Astarion chuckled. “Did it offend you?”

“It tasted disgusting,” she grumbled. “I used to like apples.”

“Tastes can change,” Astarion said. “Let’s get you more blood.” He grabbed the servant’s bell and then she watched in confusion as he moved towards the servants’ entrance before ringing it. She tensed as she saw the door open, but Astarion stood directly in the doorway, blocking the servant from view. No, she realized, blocking her from view of the servant. She felt tears burn her eyes which had begun to spill by the time Astarion approached her with a new goblet filled with blood.

“Darling?!” he exclaimed placing the blood on the table and taking her face in his hands. “What’s wrong?”

“The s-servant was never in here?” she questioned. “They never saw me like…they never saw me?”

Astarion gave her a soft look. “No, darling, they never saw you,” he said. “You are entitled to privacy.” His expression changed to be sterner. “When you behave.” She heard the warning. He’d put her on display if she didn’t please him. She should feel angry and disgusted but she only felt relieved.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

He stroked her cheek. “Of course, pet,” he said and then handed her the goblet. “Now drink this slowly.” She listened to him and slowly sipped the blood from her goblet until it was all gone. She felt her strength return to her and she placed the goblet on the table before glancing up at him. He held his hand out to her and she took it and let him help her to her feet. She grimaced when she felt his spend drip out of her and begin to slide down her thigh. He laughed. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He started to lead her towards the door but she held back. He gave her a questioning look.

“You tore my dress,” she said. She didn’t want to be paraded through the mansion naked.

Astarion looked towards the torn fabric left in a pile on the floor and smirked. “So I did,” he said. She worried for a moment that he was going to make her leave the room naked but he then lifted his own shirt off his body and then helped her into it. It covered her to mid-thigh. She smiled at him and gave him a small kiss. He stroked her cheek again and gave her a soft look. “I’ll look into what events are happening in the Gate this weekend. I’m sure I can find something that’s suitable for us to attend.”

She felt her heart swell and she wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you,” she murmured.

She felt him smile against her temple. “This is was gratitude gets you, darling,” he said and then pulled pack and gave her a warning look. “Don’t forget it.” She shook her head quickly and followed him out of the room, all fuzzy feelings lost. All she’d really learned is she would never get anything from him without a cost.

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