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grippingbeskar · 1 year
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Ok so, i ADORE your writing and i wanted to submit a request for a joel miller x reader fic ^^
Specifically its the readers first time out of the qz since 2004, she snuck out on her own and was found by joel in the woods. She slightly pisses him off because she can be somewhat annoying but he eventually falls for her! You can go anywhere you want with it but please add that she calls joel “cowboy” bc i find that to be so cute
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warnings: swearing, slight mention of past violence
a/n: okay this isn’t edited but i wrote it all in one go cause it’s so damn cute. i couldn’t help it. thank you for sending this in!!! i hope you like it! clearly i needed a lil fluff now that there’s no more tlou eps so i hope it’s what u wanted 😭
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“You’re gonna get yourself killed.” Joel’s gruff voice growls from behind you. “Stop moving.”
“Stop talking! You’ll scare it!” You whisper-yell back, scootching your body forward on the rock. “Oh, you have to come down here.”
“I’m not gettin’ anywhere near that thing.” Joel huffs, and you roll your eyes, unable to bother with a reply when you can see what you can in front of you.
A bear. A giant, fluffy, brown bear. Standing on its hind legs, clawing at a tree trying to get… something down off the branch. It’s the first time you’ve seen a bear. The first time you’ve seen anything alive bigger than a dog. It’s massive.
“Joel, come on! Look at how adorable it is!” As much as he complains, you can hear him groan as he leans down, knees cracking and breath puffing out in clouds. He eventually crawls up next to you, the broad length of his body pressing against your side on the narrow face of the rock.
The bear was now rubbing its back on the newly scratched bark, roaring quietly as it yawns. The sun was shining seamlessly through the trees, and the forest was just starting to lose the heavy layer of snow that had built up over the winter. Warmth flooded your body from your toes to your ears, but you couldn’t figure out if it was the rising sun or the way Joel had sidled up a little closer, craning his neck so he could see, too.
He leans to the right, squinting into the open forest, and yes— it was definitely just Joel making you sweat.
“See? Cool, right?” You say softly, keeping your eyes on Joel’s reaction. It had taken so long for him to speak to you in any capacity, let alone indulging your curiosity with something like this. You were still hesitant to upset him, or piss him off, but he didn’t seem to be either of these things much anymore. At least, not directed at you.
“Yeah, alright. It’s pretty cool.” He admits, watching as the bear roars a little louder. All of a sudden, three tiny balls of fluff crawl out of a hollow log and begin to roll around in the melting snow.
Your face lights up, you can tell it does. Your grin stretches across your face embarrassingly big, but— “Oh my god. Baby bears. Freakin’ baby bears, Joel!”
He laughs quietly, and you can feel his eyes on you, but you don’t dare move. Even though him staring at you burns you enough you’d swear it wasn’t winter, you keep your eyes forward. The last thing you want to do is scare him off— not when he’s the closest he’s ever been.
You know he wouldn’t feel the same, but it was impossible not to have some kind of feeling for him. He was practically a knight in shining armour to you— without him, you would of died the day you snuck out of the QZ. But there he was, scowling and buried under layers of warmth, layers he’d reluctantly shared with you until you could feel your fingers again. He’d saved you, and you had fawned over him ever since.
He was definitely not on the same page— it was only in the last few months that he’d learned to tolerate you, and somehow it was only making your crush worse. Those famous scowls turned to smirks and hidden smiles, and harsh words melted away into something like fondness. You could hear the care behind the orders he gave you. “Don’t do that” shifted into “Its not safe.” “Shut up” was whispered into a soft “Shh. Listen.”
It might not seem like a lot, but in terms of Joel, it was miles.
The bears continued to roll around, play-fighting while their mother wandered further over to the rushing lake. You shivered as the sun disappeared behind the clouds, and Joel’s hand tugged at your jacket.
“Come on. We gotta get moving.” You sighed, but still smiled as the smallest of the bears attempted to climb a tree, and fell off with a ‘plop’ into the snow. “You’ll be warmer if we’re moving.”
“Just a little longer. Look at him!” The bears continue to fight their way up the tree unsuccessfully, and you wait for Joel to move away. You silently beg him not to, and maybe it works, because he keeps still. No, not still.
Blink and you miss it, but you don’t. You feel him move— just an inch, but he comes closer to you. Touching you all down your side. It stops your shivering, and you find it very, very hard to focus on the bears.
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“Just a little longer. Look at him!” You laugh lightly, your head facing forward in the direction of the bears. Joel can’t take his eyes off you, no matter how cute some bears might be. It was humiliating. He couldn’t take his eyes off you for a second, not when you were this close, smiling and laughing. You made him feel… good. Warm. Made him forget where he was for a second. It was dangerous and stupid, but he still didn’t take his eyes off you.
He moved closer under the guise of keeping you warm, but he noticed the way you hid your face from him. He always noticed. He wasnt game enough to think you wanted him like that, but he knew he had some kind of effect on you. You didn’t want him, but you needed him. He kept you safe, and he thinks that after all this time you, for some god damn reason, cared about him.
He couldn’t tell you why. He was a dick to you ever since he found you. Sure, he’d pulled you out of the snow and warmed you up for three days. Fed you boiled soup and water and made sure you didn’t choke, but he made sure you paid for it when you woke up. He was colder than the snow outside, sometimes straight up ignoring you when you asked him dumb questions.
He felt guilty now, thinking back, but he was in a bad place. It was dark without you, but since you’d wormed your way into his heart, he could hardly remember what it was like not to have you around. He sure wouldn’t be crammed on a rock watching bears roll around in snow, but he couldn’t think of another place he’d want to be.
“You’re still cold.” Joel says after a while, noticing the way your hands clench and unclench under your gloves. It’s something you’ve done to warm up your fingertips since he’d found you. Your hands get cold first.
“No, I’m not.” You say, eyelashes fluttering rapidly to blink away the fallen snow. “Okay, I am. But where are you gonna see something like this again?!”
“The woods. Where we are gonna walk through for the next two days.” Joel says, and though you stop smiling, you finally turn to look at him. You shake your head, rolling your eyes.
“You cannot tell me that is not the fucking cutest thing you have ever seen. They are rolling around in little balls, Joel. Tiny bears rolling around in the snow!” Your hand grabs his jacket, and he freezes up. You’ve touched him only a few times— times he thinks of far too often, but it still makes him feel like a deer in the damn headlights.
“It’s adorable. Can we move now?” You roll your eyes again, but for some reason you always smile at him after. Like he’s funny or something.
“Fine, but you’re missing out, cowboy.”
“I’m not a cowboy.” He says between huffs as he drags himself upright. He offers you a hand, brushing off the snow from his jacket with the other. You take it, and a rush of heat nearly melts the snow on his head.
“You wore that hat. You’re a cowboy.”
“I wore that one time.” He reminds you to no avail, and you laugh, walking in line next to him.
“It looked good! I think you should lean into it. You got the whole accent going on, and the chivalry act. It’s a winner!” You tuck your arms into the straps of your backpack, your shoulders brushing his. He doesn’t move away.
“Chivalry, huh?”
“You did save my life. Multiple times. And taught me how to shoot a gun.” He scoffs. You thought that was chivalry? Fuck, if only you knew how he’d really treat a woman— how he’d treat you if you aren’t stuck out in these woods.
“Yeah, perfect first date. Learn how to shoot a rusty old rifle.” Joel jokes, and then feels you stop, boots crunching in the snow.
“That was a date?” Wide eyed, you stare up at him, the space between you feeling further than ever and way too close.
“What… I didn’t mean it like—“Joel sighs, taking a step forward. “Thats not what I meant.”
“Oh. Yeah, I knew that.” You shake your head, snow falling off your beanie. It nearly comes loose, and when you walk up next to him, Joel moves before he can think.
He can’t stand that little look in your eye, the one he used to see all the time. It was hurt— hurt caused by him. You’d had enough of that in your life. Joel wasn’t going to be the cause of it anymore. Not when you were the woman he— the woman he cared about.
His hands tug lightly on the sides of your beanie, and you still under him. Your eyes watch him cautiously as he adjusts it on your head and over your ears, and then lets his hands linger. They wander down, still gloved, along your cheeks, wiping away the snowflakes resting on your cheeks. He takes in a breath, and his chest touches yours. When you smile softly, he feels sucker punched, and his hands slowly fall from your face.
“I didn’t mean that.” Joel says in the same low tone he uses when you talk at night, like it’s a secret.
“The date, or the backtracking?” You were still smiling, and it cut Joel up like a blunt knife was searing into his heart. You were fucking painful, but he yearned for it.
“The… both. That— at the time, that wasn’t a date. But that’s not sayin’ I wouldn’t take you on one.” Your face was full of surprise— eyebrows raised and mouth agape. “One with less guns.”
“Joel…” You breathe, and he wishes he kept his hands on your face.
He lets the confession sit, unsure of what to do with himself now he’s put it out there. He’s got two days alone with you in these woods before you reach Tommy, and he’s fucked if he’s gotta deal with your rejection—
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with less guns.” You say, clearing the distance between you and him in three bounding steps. “I’m excited to see what you come up with, then.”
“You, uh—“
“Though I am expecting you to break out the hat. I want the full experience.” He can hear the smile in your voice, his head dropping down so you can’t see his matching one.
“I’ll make sure I do that, darlin’.” Your breath hitches, and it’s your turn to hide from him.
You both keep walking, though Joel feels himself pressing closer and closer. His heart is racing, and he’s half worried he’s going to pass out, his vision a little blurry. Did he just ask you out? He feels like he missed it. Just blacked out and someone else took over. Not just that, but he thinks you might have just said yes.
“You do look good in that hat. I was serious.” You admit, staring at your boots. Joel feels his face get hot, unfamiliar territory making his hands shake.
“You’re insane.” He manages, and links his hand with yours.
“Whatever you say, cowboy.”
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serotonins-stuff · 10 months
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-very nsfw part 1. part 2
Nothing beats kitchen counter makeouts with hawks.
This man had your legs on either side of his hips, not allowing you to catch a single breath of air while he suffocated you with heavy kisses. One hand squeezed your ass while the other clutched the back of your neck. Tugging you in for an even deeper kiss as if you weren't close enough already. Your tongues mended together and the lewd smacking sound of your lips echoed through the kitchen.
"Your so sweet baby" he whispered into the kiss before softly tugging your bottom lip between his teeth, causing you to whimper lightly.
He loved the melodic sounds that escaped your lips when he landed a sharp slap on your butt. He mostly enjoyed gripping your soft flesh with his strong hands, feeling your body melt into his touch, to have his hand wander up every curve and crevice of the body he knows too well.
You loved the low grunts he released whenever you caressed the base of his wings. You loved the sensation of how each feather felt on your fingertips. You loved to take your time appreciating how beautiful the person in front of you is. Your palm made its way to his hair and gripped hard on his blond strands.
When the bulge in his sweatpants, made contact with your clothed clit that had been aching for some form of friction, You gasped at the feeling. He buried his face into your neck, nibbling on the soft flesh while dry-humping you with all his strength.
He wasn't penetrating you in any way yet it still felt euphoric. He held and touched you like you were the only person in the world because you were. You are his and he is yours.
"Mine" he declared, clutching your chin so you could look at him. "You're mine"
"All yours Keigo" you gasped softly "All yours"
Your legs were tightly wrapped around his torso, and he knew you were close from how your back arched, and your whimpers became louder.
"You're gonna feel so good baby" He whispered into your ear. "You're gonna feel so good once you cum"
"I wanna-" you whimpered "feel-ngh good please"
"Love you so freakin much" He chanted into your neck, the abuse of his thrusts on your clit never coming to an end.
"Love you-hah more" you managed to squeak out before coming undone, your back arching while you chimed his name. The feeling was electric, causing your whole body to tingle in pleasure.
Following suit with the stuttering of his hips, a dark spot of cum appeared on his pants. His head lolled back and eyes lidded as his euphoric ride consumed him.
You slumped against him, and he caught you. He caressed your back soothingly while you ran your fingers through his hair, your heavy breaths filling the room.
Even though you had both just finished, your core still ached to be filled up and Keigo was still harder than ever.
He read your mind perfectly when he looked up at you with those half-lidded eyes and asked "Let's finish this upstairs?"
"I'd like that" you smiled giving him a peck on the forehead
With that he hoisted you over his shoulder, smacking your ass one more time before heading to the bedroom uptairs.
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To be continued
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juvenillia · 3 months
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~ habits ~ König x fem!reader [fluff/secret santa]
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a/n: @bunnyreaper did organise a secret santa, and I had the big honour to write for @piecesofcain and one of the options I could choose from was König, so ofc I had to! Christmas in Germany can be so freakin beautiful!!! Alright, I hope you like it angel. 🩶
[Also this will be like my slow come back to writing! Things are figured out, and I'm back at working on my stories. Stay tuned chums]
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》Master Post《
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A repeating tapping of a heavy boot. A bobbing knee, which his huge sweaty hand tried to force into halt again. He was used to life-or-death situations. Calculating everything in the back of his head to make it out alive and achieve the desired outcome. Nervous was never a word you would think of when looking at the behemoth of a man König was. Maybe respected or even feared, but definitely not as anxious as he felt right now. He was deployed in Berlin for more than three months now. Working together with the KSK. Nothing he wasn’t used to. Nothing that would leave him sleepless. Still, he didn’t find much sleep for the last three days. Three days ago, was the day when you made the decision to fly over to Germany to visit him.
You had a phone call, rambling about your day when he nearly fell asleep because of the difference in time zones. He loved to stay awake listening to your voice anyway. It quickly became a habit for him. It felt like your voice was stuck in his life forever. Maybe it was simply because he believed his life just really started with the day he met you. Your voice was the needed comfort after a stressful day for him. A comfort that lulled him deeper into a slumber, imagining you would be by his side. Only your recent question brought him back to reality.
“Entschuldige. What were you saying?” [Excuse me] A yawn followed the thick German accent as he rubbed his forehead. His phone rested on his brawn chest.
“Silly.” You laughed while repositioning the laptop in front of you. The screen showed a website with different flight options. “I asked you, if you’d like me to come over for your days off.” It was a genuine question, eventually a bit shyer than the first time you asked him.
Suddenly, he was broad awake. Sitting up in his bed, the phone slid off his chest. He barely could catch it before it would’ve fallen to the floor. “Let me buy you the ticket.” All exhaustion in his voice was replaced with determination.
“Kö…”
“Not negotiable, Engel.” [angel] No sooner said than done, the plane tickets were bought.
A decision that led him to the Berlin airport, waiting for your arrival. A single rose resting on the seat next to him. Why was he so nervous when a good friend came over? Simple: Because you were already so much more to him. The two of you often spent the holidays together, when his job allowed it of course. Just two good friends sharing some quality time, but this time felt different. König had made up his mind some time ago. A night when he was sure not to see the rising sun again, and everything that clung to his mind was your smile. The only thing that kept him going was the thought of returning to you. He knew back then that he was screwed, too scared to risk the friendship you shared. He wanted to keep everything normal between both of you. Not sure how he’d manage, but he would try his best.
Just a few more minutes passed and then you walked along the corridor, wearing the mesmerizing smile he loved so much. Suitcase in one of your hands and the other already reaching out to him, while he pulled you in a tight hug. Bending down to embrace you fully, while you let go of your suitcase to do the same. He inhaled your scent as he buried his masked face into your hair. It was like all the anxiety had left his body. “Du hast mir echt gefehlt.”
“König.” You laughed while pulling away, searching for his crystal blue eyes. Eventually you found his habit of switching back to his mother tongue cute, even if you often had troubles understanding him.
“Sorry.” He squeezed your shoulders before redrawing his hand to massage his nape. “I’ve missed you… a lot." You could notice the smile, even when half of his face was covered by a black cotton mask he wore often when both of you were out. Before you could say something else, he held the flower up in front of you for you to take. No words, just a small gesture while he averted his eyes from yours.
“There was no need to.” You took the rose out of his hand, your fingers brushing amongst his for the blink of an eye. “Thank you.” Your tone became a bit shyer, while your cheeks were stained in a slight rose. Something he missed as the floor became so much more interesting. There was never a need to be honest, but he still managed to give you little things. Just little gifts to show how much he cared.
Without hesitation he took your suitcase and held out his arm for you to take. A polite gesture, something that became a habit whenever you two walked somewhere. He would lead you to wherever needed while you wrapped your hand around his beefy upper arm. He always needed to slow his steps to match your pace. This time he led you to his car. Holding the passenger door open for you to take your seat. Just then he stored your luggage in the trunk and took his own seat.
“Where are you taking me?” It took you some time before you asked him. Your eyes taking in the different views of Berlin’s streets. It was your first time being here, so literally everything seemed to catch your interest. König made sure to take a longer route to your place of destination. Driving past the Tempelhofer Feld which looked so out of place. Nothing but huge snowy fields in the middle of the city. Making sure to take an extra turn in the roundabout by the Siegessäule. Leading you all the way back to Alexanderplatz. The whole city was covered in adorable lights, little Christmas Trees and lanterns. But in his opinion none of their lights could compete with the shining in your eyes. He told you more or less stupid facts about the places you drove past till he parked the car in one of the underground garages near the huge shopping center called Alexa, which was completely flooded in decorations and humans running the last errands for the holidays.
A shopping center you tried to fight your way out. It was way too crowded, and made you feel kind of anxious. Your hand clinging tight onto his upper arm while he led you through the mass of people. To his advantage he could overlook most of the customers around. He slid his arm around your shoulder to keep you closer to him. Granting you a feeling of safety. “Just a little while longer, mein Engel, just a little bit,” he said calmly, hoping his voice and touch could bring you the same comfort as you brought him all the time, while leading you out of the center and onto a bigger place. The space itself was covered in little wooden booths where you could buy many different kinds of food, drinks or little presents. It was one of the various Christmas markets which are dispersed all over the city.
Even if you could easily breath and most people granted you some space for yourself out here, you were still tugged into his side. Not daring to let go, until you stood in front of a huge field of ice. It was formed like a ring, and in the middle was a water fontaine - the Neptunbrunnen - decorated in some cozy lights. The air was filled with laughter and screams by children sliding over the icey floor. “Engel, you mentioned some time ago that you’d like to go ice skating.” He patted your head slightly, while adjusting the cotton cap you wore. “And how nobody would join..so I thought…”
Without waiting for him to finish and without hesitation you wrapped your arms around him. “Kö, I love you.”
He also wrapped his arms around you, while his heart felt heavy, still, you could feel the vibrations of his chest as some chuckles left his throat. He had heard those words millions of times. Something that was such a routine, while he knew how you meant it, he would love to hear it with different intentions. “Ich hab dich auch lieb.” [I love you too.(used for friends)]
Within the next twenty minutes you were on the ice, skates laced onto your feet while holding König’s hands to help stabilize himself. He may be an ace when it comes to rescuing hostages and invading enemy terrain, but standing on the thin metal beneath his huge feet, it was difficult for him. But you couldn’t help it and find it really adorable. Little children were faster on the ice than him. But you didn’t mind. Any minute you spent with him was just pure entertainment. After some time, when he finally grew more confident on the skates, he told you to take some rounds on your own. Just so you could fully enjoy it, while he made little steps to even fulfil one round on the rink.
The next thing you could remember was a bit blurry. The white floor stained red. You just assumed that he fell. As someone explained later to you, there were some careless kids, they didn’t take notice of the nearly two meter man lying on the cold floor. Unfortunately they literally ran over him, the skid running a deep wound through his jacket and into the flesh of his arm. You were freaking out, yelling at the kids while there were already two people helping him up and taking care of him, calling an ambulance. Better safe than sorry, they told him as he declined the offer. It really wasn’t a big deal for König, but for you.
The whole thing led to the two of you sitting in the emergency room, where a nurse took care of the injury. Just a few stitches and everything was fine. Well, not for you. As you walked into the hotel room he booked for you, you still kept ranting about those brats that hurt him. That hurt your König. He couldn’t do anything but laugh about your rambling. “You’re adorable like that.” The words slipped faster out of his mouth than he could’ve blinked. Sitting at the edge of your bed, mask long forgotten and staring once more at the floor. There weren't many things that would make the Austrian nervous, but knowing to say something inappropriate for the sake of your friendship indeed did make him nervous. Maybe even more as you didn’t answer the man now searching for your eyes. You stood in front of him, even in this position you barely were on eye level due to his height.
His eyes kept scanning your face, every twitching of your brows or blinking of your eyes. He observed it before he exhaled deeply. Took your hands in his to pull you a bit closer. You let him do so, still not saying anything. Too curious what was happening in his head.
“Ich liebe dich.” He looked directly in your eyes while keeping a stern face. Unsure of what he was doing.
You just nodded while turning your head away now. “Yeah… love you too.” It was the usual answer, something so casual for you to say. An old habit.
“Nein, mein Engel.” [No, my angel.] He shook his head and brushed his thumbs over your knuckles, before pulling them up to his mouth to place a slight kiss onto them. “Hab dich lieb and Ich liebe dich, those are two different things." His eyes held a bit of fear, but also so much adoration as his hands couldn’t let go of yours.
His words made something click inside your head. This wasn’t like the empty phrase he used so often. Not like the words you used to say. It wasn’t by habit. It was a confession, something you could have missed easily, if it wasn't for him to clarify it right here. Besides all the promises he made to himself, to keep it on the casual and friendly bases you had, he couldn’t hold it back anymore. He wanted to be honest with you. He never wanted to lie to you. Those words often died on his tongue before, but not this time.
Your lips parted while one of his hands reached out to cup your cheek and your throat ran dry. “You mean it?” It was nearly pathetic asking for reassurance, but he got it. Pulling you once more closer to him, his nose touched yours now. Your noses brushing amongst each other as he slowly nodded. So you took the initiative and closed the last gap separating both of you. Placing your lips gently onto his while closing your eyes. His hands let go of yours, to take hold onto your waist while pulling you impossible closer. You nearly tripped over, but your hands found his shoulders to gain a bit of stability while the kiss grew deeper. Neither of you wanted to let go first, but the air escaping your lungs let you pull away sooner or later.
With a raising and falling chest you looked into each other's eyes and a smile tugged at his lips. “This becoming our new habit?” you teased him with the same genuine smile.
“Ich hoffe doch.” [I hope so] With those words he threw himself onto his back, pulling you immediately on top of him and wrapping his arms around your figure, listening to your little giggles in doing so.
“Kö, your wound!” You scolded him, but he didn't care, not when he finally could fall asleep the way he always wanted to. You tugged onto his chest, beefy arms keeping you close to him while you could listen to his heartbeat, which slowed more and more after the confession.
The whole situation led you to spending most of the days of this year’s holidays in the cozy hotel room, taking good care of the wound that would now become a scar. An addition to the ones he already had, but this one would always hold a special meaning to him. Reminding him on the day you became fully his.
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mochatsin · 6 months
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WHEN MC CAN DRAW
Drawing and the arts is one of the things you’re most passionate about. There’s a lot of things, and certain demons, that are out there to give you inspiration to draw. How will the brothers react when they find out you’re a great artist?
literally in the middle of drawing when I thought about this and i'm wondering why it took me this long to think of an Artist!MC prompt damn. Enjoy reading!
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Lucifer
He already had a vague idea that you have a keen eye for the arts when he took you to a gallery once. You’re familiar with a lot of paintings in the human realm, but none of them could quite compare to the styles down here in Devildom.
Lucifer wanted to teach you more about the cultures of Devildom through painted histories and stories which is why he took you to the gallery, and he notices how observant you are of the details on the artwork. He assumed maybe you’re just very educated with the arts up in your world.
Though one day he found you in your room trying to draw a piece with the styles similar to the paintings you both saw the other day. The linework and colors are very on point, Lucifer would have assumed this wasn’t done by your own hands if he saw it displayed on the walls. 
“You’re quite talented if you drew all this after just one art gallery tour.” Lucifer says as he moves closer to further inspect your art. If you ask him how to improve it or how the method works, he would be happy to give you some tips or pointers. 
“As impressive as this is, I would like to see something you’ve made in your own style.” Lucifer would want you to show something that speaks more about you, not about Devildom. He’s curious to see what makes your art style original. He wants to see you take pride in whatever you create of course. 
He’d love to have one of your artworks be framed somewhere in the house. You can use his office for that peace and quiet so that none of his brothers would disturb you while you worked. Lucifer wanted it framed in his room for him to enjoy, though after his brother’s protests and one heated dinner discussion, the piece was placed in the living room instead for everyone. 
Mammon
Mammon doesn’t really have the best sense of boundaries when it comes to your room, so he ends up barging through the doors to see what you were up to and maybe try to whisk you away for a bit of gambling for the evening. Though he finds you on your desk doing some homework, papers scattered on your bed.
You tell him you’re busy working on a project so he whines but stays with you in your room. You have homework about summoning circles so you had several discarded drafts resting on your bed. Mammon can’t help but go through the papers while he waits out of pure boredom. 
Mammon eventually spots under the pile a few of your own personal artworks you’ve made. You forgot to keep them away since they got buried underneath all those papers. “EY!! This ain’t part of a class project right?! This looks freakin’ fantastic!” 
You can tell he’s being genuine about his compliments just by seeing the look on his face. “I-I'm not just sayin’ that cuz you’re my human! I know a gold mine when I see one yaknow?” Mammon says while he goes through the pile to see if there are more works out there for him to admire. He might be tempted to steal one of them just so he can piece of something you’re passionate about so close to him. 
He would definitely urge you to sell some of them for profit, put up commissions online or advertise it on RAD. At first you wondered if this was part of his money-making schemes… he admits it was at first but he wants you to succeed in this if it’s something you genuinely want to do.
“You gotta cut me some slack sometimes ya know? I bet you’ll make bank outta this. I know my old plans for quick grimm haven't worked out, but this one I'm SURE won’t fail” his enthusiasm is almost contagious. Regardless of your decision, Mammon is happy enough to sit back and enjoy your artwork. 
Levi
He is going to be so ecstatic knowing that you’re actually really good at drawing in any form of medium. Levi found out one day when he asked to borrow your notes for class and you lend him your notebook. He was flipping through the pages until he noticed that you’ve been doing little doodles at the back. “I-is that…”
Your peaceful little afternoon got chaotic when you heard an excited scream from down the hall, followed by rampant footsteps that got louder in a matter of seconds until your door opened. Levi has your notebook in hand, with the biggest grin plastered on his face. 
“Y-YOU COULD DRAW RURI-CHAN?!” Levi doesn’t even give you the time to speak when he shows you the doodles and starts going on a rant on how you captured the details of her outfit so perfectly. Even the magic staff is actually on point! 
There’s times he would be peeking by your door while you’re doodling something in your room. Levi wanted to ask if you could draw his favorite characters but he’s too shy to do so, but he’ll be the happiest when you agree to it. 
“I-if you need the references i have a few!” He would say ‘few’ but ends up giving you what’s almost an entire album of art references that you could use. If you want, he can even take the figurines of said characters off his shelf (which is rare) so you can have a better look at it from all angles. 
Levi would definitely have it posted on the walls, keeping all your artworks like a new collection. He would gush about how he wishes he could draw because it’s another way of expressing your love for something you care about. Would definitely commission you for certain things because he doesn’t want to keep asking you for free art.
Satan
Recently he got you hooked on this detective novel series, and you both spend a lot of time together just talking about your favorite parts. Satan loves that chase scene between the detective and thief since it was written so well, it’s almost like you can play the scene in your head.
He’s with you in his room, sitting on the couch with the book propped up by your knees. He assumes you’re just rereading the book and does his own thing. He likes that about your company where the silence is comforting, though there are times you ask Satan what he thinks the detective or the thief looks like in his head.
By the time Satan had to answer one more query that he realized you’re not actually reading the book. He sees that you’re holding onto a pen as you scribble something behind the book, so he decides to sneak behind you while you’re distracted out of curiosity.
He’s surprised to find you drawing on a notebook, looking at the chapter of the book with the chase scene that he mentioned the other day. “You’re… drawing the scene?” He asked, the corners of his lips tugging into a smile. He’s impressed that you got the compositions so well too. To him, you brought this scene to life. 
“Is this why you were asking me all those questions? Well, I’d say you perfectly captured the scene and-” He’d talk about the details you’ve drawn and how it matches what’s written in the book, like a professional critique. He’d love to see the piece once you finish, and even see all your other works you’ve done in the past as well. One cat drawing would make him excited for sure. 
One time you made him a bookmark by using your art for the designs. The brothers know that Satan doesn’t use those as often because he tends to finish books in one sitting, but he began to have that cute little bookmark pressed between the pages of his current book. Not only is the design so perfect, it’s from his precious human too.
Asmo
Asmo is adoring the attention he’s been getting from you recently whenever he would make a little fashion show in his room with all the new outfits he’s bought. He loves the awe he hears from you and how you eye him up and down after he strikes a pose. 
He even saw you buying a magazine with him on the cover, and he just can’t help but feel giddy at the thought of how much you probably adore him because who wouldn’t? You must really love how he looks, right? Asmo even thought of giving you a private show just for your eyes. 
Though he found out eventually that you’re using the poses in his magazines as reference when he saw that you’re trying to copy the pose he made on the cover. “I’m rather offended that you didn’t reference me, the source material itself! I’m always ready to be your model, hun!” 
Asmo would make the perfect model because being in model magazines, he’s used to holding on poses for periods of time without complaint. He’s not shy about his body either so you can ask him to be in any sort of pose for you (but you have to stop him from being not so family friendly when you try to fix his position).
If you’re good at designing clothes then Asmo is going to fall for you even harder. He would admire all the designs you can do, and if you’re open to suggestions then as someone who works and shops frequently at Majolish, he would have a lot of good ideas. He’ll have the connections to make your designs come to life and model it for you.
“I just know if you posted these fine works on Devilgram, it’ll get you tons of views for sure! Especially if the muse is me” Asmo says with a wink as he admires your art. If you made an account then he’ll be loud about it on his social media, wanting people to feast their eyes on it.
Beel
He does a lot of home workouts so often you spot him doing a lot of stretches or lifts around the house. There’s even times you offer to help like sitting on his back while he does his push ups or just being his little moral support. 
Though he noticed all the attention you’re giving on his muscles recently. You offered to wipe off the dirt and sweat he got from his Fangol practice, and Beel sees how much you’re staring intently at his muscles while you wipe him dry with a towel. “MC… is there something wrong?” 
It's only then you realize that your eyes have been glued to him for so long so you decide to explain. You tell Beel that you’ve been sketching recently with someone of his body type but you can’t seem to get the muscles correctly. Hearing that makes Beel smile though. 
“Well, if you want me to help I could. But I want to see your works, if that’s okay with you” Beel said. He’s not much of an artist himself (Satan notes that Beel’s art still haunts him to this day), so he’s very supportive knowing that you can draw.  
He has this awe in his face like how he looks when the restaurant serves him the biggest platter of food as soon as he sees your artworks. Beel is happy you’re sharing such talent with him. “This piece is so colorful. It reminds me of the rainbow layered parfait we had the other day… oh, now I'm hungry.” Even if Beel can eat books and things that aren’t exactly food, he never once tried that with your artworks. 
He’d invite you more often to his little home workouts so you can study his muscles more closely. Beel would love it if you sit on his back while he does push ups as you draw. The sound of the pencil scribbling would bring him to focus.  
Belphie
There’s an upcoming event for RAD that requires a lot of decorations. Since a lot of people are busy with their own tasks, you and Belphie were paired up to think of possible decor for the stage.
Belphie complained how Asmo or Levi should’ve been here instead but since they’re both in charge of the outfits, then he’ll settle with this because at least it requires minimal work. You both were trying to discuss the backdrop designs and the props but he fell asleep midway. 
Belphie wakes up in a few minutes later to the sound of scribbling pens when he saw you creating the designs. You asked him to pick from one of the sets you made but he’s too stunned to even decided when all of them are so good. “You made all of that while I was asleep?” Belphie is in a state of disbelief. 
The one that struck him the most is the starry sky landscape. For someone who loves to watch the stars, this one was particularly mesmerizing for Belphie. So out of personal bias he chose that one.
He never stopped bugging you about your art, always wanting to see what you’re drawing when he spots you on your notebook. He’s not much of a ‘draw me next’ kind of person, but he’d be absolutely happy if you did. More so if you drew him and Beel together. 
Whenever you’re drawing, Belphie wants to take a nap by your lap while you do your work. He likes the look you make whenever you’re trying to figure out something in your art before he drifts off to sleep. His favorite part is waking up to see that you’ve already finished your piece so he gets to admire it first.
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alittlesil · 6 months
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Kit Walker x Fem!Reader 💓
a/n: finally something new on my acc😭 i don’t like this imagine much but it’s still not bad (i hope lol)
summary: you and Kit was waiting for intimacy for too long and finally gave in 🍀
warnings: 18+ MDNI, not proofed😔 p in v, overstimulation (m receiving), whiny Kit (also SHITTY WRITING BC ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE)
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Not a while ago you and your amazing, caring, soft, loving husband had finally married. You got money as gifts and decided to do a repair in your little house, so you had to move in the bigger house of your sister for some time, just before the repair end. 
You adore your sister. Really. She always was so cute ans funny, and she always knew how to help you, and nothing changes: she’s still amazing and she still always helps. Her house is much bigger than yours with Kit, so there’s enough place for everyone. What problems can be here?
Oh, your sister is a housewife. She’s always at home. And her kids.
You and Kit held on as best you could. You both understood that you can’t have sex while you were just “visiting” the family of your sister, especially when half of it was always at home. The kids were to young for school, your sister was to busy to hang out with some of her friends even once in two weeks. 
But one day, when your sister’s husband took their kids for a walk, and your sister was cooking dinner, watching TV loudly, your temper ended…
“Shhh, shhh, shhh.” Kit whispers, while his own breath hitches in his throat, as he pulls his whole length in and you squeak. You sit on top of him, your hands on his broad chest. He tries his best not to moan out loud, biting his lower lip and squeezing his eyes shut. The feeling is too overwhelming for both of you: after three weeks of no contact at all, it was like your first time together. You tilt your head downwards, trying to contain moans, but one desperate whine still falls down from your lips, and Kit quickly covers your mouth with his large hand, squeezing your cheeks as he does. This roughness from your usually sweet husband makes you even more aroused, and you start to move your hips just to make some friction, but Kit’s free hand grabs your rear to stop you. He leans in closer to your ear, his eyes closed: he breaths deeply in attempts to calm down.
“You-“ A heavy huff. “Wait, sweet one- i have to-“
You mumble something under his hand, and when his grip becomes lighter and his head weakly falls onto your shoulder, you can’t contain yourself anymore. Your core clenching around his cock desperately, aching for some movements, and it makes Kit whine as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, moaning quietly against your hot skin. He loses all his strength at this moment, and you start to bounce on him again, making your poor husband gasp in shock. This delicious feeling of his finally moving dick inside of your pussy sends a shiver down your spine, all of your moans muffling because of his grip onto your face, and it’s so. fucking. good. 
“Suga’, wait a second-“ Kit literally begs, taking all his powers to stay as quiet as he could. He knows that if you continue, he’s gonna cum right now and right here, without any usually long fun. “I can’t freakin’ hold it-“
But it’s too late. You were waiting too long, and now there’s no way back: you increase the speed of your movements, gripping onto his shoulders, and your hands already start to shake because of overwhelming pleasure. Your whole body is on fire, and you feel familiar knot in your stomach starting to appear, as Kit suddenly moans loudly, completely forgetting about his words about staying quiet. He cums after only one minute of your movements, the warm sticky liquid covers your walls, and you almost roll your eyes as you missed this feeling so much. He whines, nibbling on your shoulder, as he tries to muffle his desperate noises but fails when he feels that you continue moving even after his release, milking him. 
“Honey, please-“ Kit whimpers pathetically, his overstimulated but still hard cock already ached. He puts his hand away from your mouth, placing both of them on your ass, trying to slow your hips down. “Too much!”
“Kit, i’m begging you-“ You gasp, finally able to moan properly, tugging onto his soft brown hair and making him growl quietly. “I need it.” These words slip down your lips with whimper, and you ride him as if your life depends on it. He breaths heavily under you, the pain mixes with pleasure of how lovely it feels to be inside of your tight walls after all and, oh my God, to cum inside of them.
He brings his slender fingers to your clit, starting to rub on it in circles motion with his thumb, and you can swear you see stars. After a few seconds you feel the rush of heat, and your legs start to shake as you reach your peak. Your pussy clenches around Kit’s already semi-hard cock, and he moans as loud as he never has moaned, and you can’t really understand: was it the sound of pain or of satisfaction? He quickly lifts you up from him, almost throwing you onto the mattress, and collapses on top of you, his body goes almost limp. His face buried in the crook of your neck again, and his hot shaky breath hits your sweaty skin.
“I freakin’ love ya.” Kit mumbles under his breath, placing soft and tender kisses on your collarbone, and you slip your fingers into his hair, scratching his scalp in a soothing manner.
“I love you more.” You smile tiredly, kissing the top of his head.
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a/n: thx for reading ♥️
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❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) ugly duckling zeke yeager return to campus looking better than ever and he’s back dealing with his biggest academic rival that want what he has.
♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — reader discretion is advised: female reader, female anatomy described, her/she pronouns, written with black reader in mind, college au, teacher assistant!zeke, grad student!reader, mean girl!reader, profanity, cumeating, mentions of alcohol drinking, academic rivals trope, zeke and his freakin’ daddy issues, hand job, spit usage, slight exhibitionism, they kinda do it at a party but it’s after the party, corruption kink (on both ends), tbh reader and zeke should just be happy and make out already, if i am 1 out of maybe 30 zeke simps i am okay with that, mentions of other aot characters, is this kinda self indulgent? yes, the marley men just have some flavor to them to me, entry for @poohbea 'once upon a collab' event, art credit
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ANOTHER YEAR OF GRAD SCHOOL MEANT ANOTHER YEAR BEING AT THE TOP OF YOUR DEPARTMENT. You were in competition with yourself in academics, fashion, popularity, social status—you name it. You went from student body president during undergrad to the grad student that everyone could lean on when they needed something. That was until he returned to campus. The eldest son of infamous doctor Grisha Yeager—Zeke Yeager. He not only knocked you to number two in your department, but he also snatched your teacher assistant position right from you. Eventually, taking away that excellent bullet point on your resume. 
You felt frustrated that the opportunity even got snatched from your hands in the first place. Of course, the guy with the infamous doctor would get the position before you. You had to figure out how you could get back on top. You could torment him as you did during undergrad. No, that wouldn’t work. The way he was looking now—he wouldn’t fall for your tactic of inviting him out to drink and causing him to miss an exam. Maybe, cause a scandal within his family. His family does always seem to stay in the tabloids. No, that wouldn’t work. Their PR agent would have that buried before you could convince your professor to give you the teacher assistant position. 
“Are you going to this party tonight? Please don’t tell me you’re spending your Friday at home again,” Your friend asked as she tapped her manicured fingers on your kitchen top. “Everyone is going to be at this party, you know?” 
“Why would I want to be around drunk strangers? How does that benefit me at all?” You asked while letting your finger trace alongside the rim of your wine glass.
Your friend was here to convince you to come to this party just by her attire. You were sure she would be zooming to this party immediately after her poor attempt to get you to come out. You always told her not to let you rain on her parade. Go out and have fun; just be safe.
“What if I told you Eren Yeager is hosting it, and it’s at his family’s lovely home?” Your friend leaned over, smiling at you.
“I’m not interested in Eren Yeager. Do I look like one of those sophomores that easily let his man bun distract them on how much of a manwhore he is,” You sipped from your glass before you heard your friend drag out a sigh.
“If one brother is going to be there, obviously the other will be.” Your friend rolls her eyes at your obviously, not-smart thinking. “Perfect opportunity to talk to him to let you have the teacher assistant position. After all, it’s not like he will need it anyway. I’m sure daddy has a job lined up for both of his sons.” 
“I highly doubt he’ll be there. Doesn’t even seem like his scene,” You added. 
“You think he trusts his younger brother to throw a party in one of their family properties alone?”
You thought about it for a second. Hypothetically, this could be a perfect opportunity to convince him to step down from the position. Give him a couple of cups of alcohol and get to batting your eyelashes—this could work. 
“Fine, let me change into something else,” You finished your glass of wine before your friend could let out a squeal of excitement. 
You went into your room to freshen up and get changed. When you stepped out, your friend had some devious grin as her eyes flickered up and down to look at your outfit. “Let’s hope the outfit works in your favor.” She says as she places the wine glasses you guys used in the sink.
“Hope so.” The dress you wore wasn’t too fancy, but it was something that could have anyone doing a double look. You glanced in the full-body mirror in your living room—slowly leaning forward to apply a coat of clear lip gloss. 
The ride to the party was filled with rules; you and your friend always went over. If you were leaving with a guy, let the other know. If you hit your alcohol limit—it’s time to go. Don’t leave without the other without confirmation that you were; that was common sense. As you dawned closer to one of the biggest houses in the gated community, it seemed you could hear the music as you got closer and closer. When you entered the party, it was crowded, from people dancing in the living room to people littering the steps sitting, and talking. Your friend had seen one of her usual semester flings and instantly shot right towards them after letting you know that if you were ready to go—just find her. 
Now you were alone in a sea of people hoping you could clichely bump into the older Yeager sibling. You pushed your way through to find him yourself. Hoping he wasn’t indulging in flirting with someone 
You tried your hardest to avoid anybody that knew you. Each of them gets in the way of why you were here in the first place. You spent the past thirty minutes pretending to be interested in conversations until you eventually entered the kitchen to see the person you were searching for. There he stood up, scrunching up his face at the taste of the mixed drink his younger brother had made. 
“It’s not that bad,” Eren said as he sipped from the red solo cup.
“It’s horrible, but when does alcohol ever taste good?” Zeke questioned as he placed his empty solo cup on the counter.
“Exactly! Everyone is going to love this Yeager juice,” His brother responded before he poured more of the drink into two cups and made his way out of the kitchen. 
Zeke was all alone, sipping alcohol in the kitchen and chatting with his friends. You didn’t even know you caught yourself staring at him and how his biceps flexed in the tight black shirt he wore. Did he get hotter from the last time you saw him? His little internship in France surely must have done wonders for him. Wait, you weren’t here to drool over his attractiveness—focus. 
As you inched further to get something to drink, Zeke's eyes landed on you, and you watched his lips curve into a smirk before he met you near the counter you were near. You were glancing at all the alcohol choices they offered, pretending that you weren’t here for something else. 
“It’s funny that this will be where we bump into each other again.” Zeke interrupted your pretend task of searching for alcohol of your choosing. 
“Couldn’t turn down a Yeager party,” You shrug your shoulders while collecting a bottle and pouring some into the cup. “It was the talk of the campus. Everyone is here.”
“Would have thought you’ll ditch to do some project or something.” Zeke leaned against the counter that was next to you. His head tilts like an innocent puppy attempting to challenge its owner.
“You know me, any project or paper I must do is most likely done already. Come on; we didn’t play hot potato for the top of the class spot for nothing.” You sipped from your cup, peeking up at him. 
“Still the same overachiever, I see.” Zeke poured him some of the drink Eren had made. “Same girl that tormented me.”
“That’s what I’m here for. To apologize; we’ve matured now. I’ve matured now.” You placed your hand on your heart and gave him a sweet smile before that smile disappeared after hearing his snickers. 
“You’re funny; what do you want?” Zeke took another sip of his drink and poured more into his cup once more now that it was empty. 
Your lips gasp upon pretending to be offended. “I can’t just see how you been?” 
“When did you ever care?” Zeke backfired. “Before, during, or after you were the biggest manipulator during undergrad? 
“Okay, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being a horrible person to you, Zeke.” You gave him a pout. “So please let me have that T.A. position you have.” 
The sound of his laughter caused your eye to twitch in annoyance. His eyes form tears as he hunches over to laugh. “You’re hilarious. I knew you wanted something, and the answer is no. For once, you couldn’t beat me or use some conniving way to beat me. Enjoy the rest of the party, Y/N.” He clinks his red solo cup with yours and talks to his friend Pieck who is searching the fridge for something. 
You inhaled sharply and exhaled slowly. Your nails dig into the palm of your hand before you turn to fill your cup up. You had to think of another way, but you needed to drink for now. You ventured around the property two times, searching for your friend. You had no luck but found yourself in the living room talking to your friend Reiner. You remember being lab partners with him; he was such a sweetheart. He didn’t know how to do the labs, but he was charming. You felt someone staring at you as you laughed at one of his jokes, you felt someone staring at you. To your shock, Zeke's eyes were staring at you as some random girl was talking his head off. You turned around after playfully rolling your eyes at him. 
Hours went by, and people headed home to sleep off the alcohol they consumed or head to the next party. Your friend had gone home with their semester fling after confirming with you that it was okay. You decided to stay back to continue to pester Zeke. He hasn't budged at all with giving you the teacher assistant position—and you weren’t giving up that easily. As you help, throw away the red solo cups that decorated the expensive marble counters. Zeke was collecting the empty alcohol bottles to toss in the recycle bin. The two of you silently cleaned up the kitchen as you could hear Eren and his friends drunkenly messing around in the living room. Zeke knew they weren’t doing any type of cleaning as they told him they were doing.
“You know…” Zeke broke the silence between the two of you. 
“You’re going to let me have the T.A. position?” You interjected as you tossed another cup in the trash. 
“No, but I find your eagerness—quite attractive,” He chuckles, dropping a whiskey bottle in the bin. He walks closely towards you, and you meet him halfway, dragging the black trash back with you. 
Just as you met in the middle of the kitchen where the counter was, he stared at you with his gray-colored eyes trying to read you. He wasn’t sure if you had changed or not since undergrad. “It’s quite comical that you even parted your lips to ask me after the hell you put me through during undergrad.” He grabs the empty red solo cup off the counter and grabs the black trash bag you had.
Being sure to let his fingertips brush against your hand as he takes the bag. He threw the cup in the trash before speaking again, “You were a horrible person. Kinda need you to beg a little more,” he reached by you to grab another liquor bottle.
“I apologized so many times. I don’t understand why you need the position so much.” You snatch the alcohol bottle out of his hand and place it on the counter. His need to ensure the kitchen was clean before his parents returned to their luxury trip distracted you from your goal. “Your daddy will help you find the perfect job when you graduate.” 
You watched as Zeke’s jaw clenched in annoyance, hearing your words. Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion before your lips curve into a smirk. This was your opening. “Oh, that struck a nerve, huh?” Your head tilts as you watch those eyes darken.
You’ve seen that look countless times during undergrad, especially when you caused him to miss a final exam which helped you to have the highest GPA in your department. 
“That’s not true. I work very hard for the positions I have.” He glanced at you, and  now it was him with a devious smirk on his face. “Just like the T.A. position that you want.” 
“You leave for an internship in France for the summer and come back with some balls; that’s what’s fuckin’ comical, actually.” You suck your teeth before stepping back and hopping on the counter. 
You were growing frustrated with not getting what you wanted after years of getting what you wanted—which you didn’t have an infamous surname and an academic medical school building named after your father to do so. It was a bit insulting to you that he was dangling this position in front of you. 
“Don’t tell me you’re giving up already. It’s only one in the morning. You’ve tormented me longer than this.” Zeke went back to cleaning up. “I’m starting to think you may just want to be in my company or something. I must advise you; others wouldn’t mind being in my company and not being a pain in my ass.” He tossed a bag of opened chips in the trash.
“And yet, you’ve declined them all night just to let me pester you.” You muttered under your breath.
“And yet you spent this whole night pestering me, ignoring all the advances thrown at you. You really think Reiner cares about your fuckin’ marketing project?” Zeke backfired as he leaned against the counter opposite where you were sitting. He rubs at the thick blonde beard on his face in a mockingly thinking manner. “Starting to think you may like me.” 
“I would rather gouge my eyeballs out and take the least-rated Professor in our university than ever admit any attraction to you, Zeke Yeager.” You shrugged your shoulders at him, but you also noticed that he had stepped closer once again, not being afraid to invade your space.
You just were trying to figure out if you thought this was a good idea. The sexual tension was there. It was obviously there—you two wouldn’t be going back and forth like an intense tennis game if it wasn’t. You grabbed Zeke’s belt, tugging him closer to fill the gap between your thighs. 
“You’re still that ugly duckling in undergrad that I enjoyed sabotaging to be on top.” You attempted to push him, but his hand caught yours before eventually letting his lips crash upon yours. 
The taste of hard whiskey and Eren’s horrible mixed Yeager juice lingers on your tongue as you’re eagerly tracing it to get a taste of all the liquor Zeke consumed during the night. The scent of a freshly opened pack of cigarettes and a woodsy-scented cologne crawls up your nostrils to cause you to be even more intoxicated. Your grasp on his shirt as if he was going to blow up was a bit funny, considering you were insulting him all night. You wanted more; you needed more. The kiss broke apart, and you tried to utter another degrading thing. The short break from tasting each other allowed Zeke to remove his glasses and place them next to you on the counter—before his lips were back on yours. Shoving his tongue down your throat in a heated makeout session because he would rather have that than hear your nagging about him being undeserving of a position he has already. 
Your hand untangled from the cotton threads of his shirt to travel down to his pants to rub his hardened cock. The bulge was so noticeable you would have thought he was a virgin that just discovered an exclusive OnlyFans account. Zeke breaks the kiss again, his plush lips pecking soft subtle kisses on yours as if he didn’t want the kiss to end. Now those gray hues of his were softened—they didn’t look at you as if he hated your guts. But for pure hunger for you. 
“Want to go upstairs?” Zeke asked; he didn’t budge from towering over you as you were on the counter. He could hear the loud laughter of his younger brother and his friends playing another round of Never Have I Ever. 
You rubbed your lips together before shaking your head. “What’s the fun in that?” You questioned as your hands fiddled to undo his belt. “It’s a bit more exciting when you’re about to get caught by your brother, isn’t it?”
You never saw Zeke’s face turn red so quickly. His cheeks are stained a crimson color as you’re unbuttoning his pants. He watches as you bring your hand up to your mouth to spit it and soon dig into his boxers to massage the tip of his cock. You didn’t want to fully bring his cock out just in case someone walked in, so you brought him closer using the heel of your foot, and your hand slowly guided up and down his shaft. His head fell back in complete bliss as he was poorly attempting not to utter a moan. 
“If you think this is going to….” His body shutters when he feels the pad of your thumb brush against his plump mushroom-shaped tip. “—going to get me to step down from the teacher assistant position, you’re highly mistaken.” He finishes.
You leaned up to place a kiss on the corner of his lips. “At this point, is it really about the damn T.A. position?” You questioned as you continued to palm his cock. This time your hand is pushing his pants down just a bit to give yourself some more room. 
If anyone was to walk in, they could assume that the two of you were just making out—but really, Zeke was desperately thrusting forward for more friction as your hand squeezed around his cock. Broken groans trembled out of Zeke as he prompted his hand on the cabinet just a few inches from your head to hold himself up. “Shit, I’m going to cum.” He utters as your hand slides up and down his cock.  
“I’m going to stop that from happening,” Your teeth bite your lower lip as your hand palms at his thick cock. 
“Mhmm, okay.” Zeke leans in to kiss you again, but you’re quick to lean back teasingly. Continuing the urge to make sure he cums and becomes a bowl of putty right in front of you. 
You’ve adored seeing Zeke get tugged from the temporary bliss of passion. You could sense the heat from his skin and all the color rush to his face. Thick ropes of cum came out so quickly before you could spit out some witty comment. Your hand motions slowed to ensure that he experienced every emotion that came from the fact that you had him in the palm of your hand. Zeke’s chest heaved upward as he tried to regain his composure. His eyes watched as you removed your hands from his box just in time to hear footsteps behind Zeke. Eren walked into the kitchen to grab something from the fridge. 
“I didn’t know anyone else was here,” Eren said as he opened the bottle of water in his hand. His eyes were shot red from the weed he smoked, and he went through the many stages of cottonmouth.
The droplet of Zeke’s cum imprinted your fingertips, and you brought your fingers to your mouth to lick up the mess he made in your hand. He let out a shaky sigh before quickly fixing his bottoms to answer his brother. 
“She was just leaving,” He sighed.
 Eren’s thick brows raised at the sight he was seeing before he let out a laugh at his brother's words, “Sure, just be sure to wear protection. Our father finds out you knocked someone up—say goodbye to your cut of his will.” He gives a sly wave to you before he leaves the kitchen again. 
“I’m going to go get cleaned up, and when I return, I would love for you not to be here.” He admits as he steps back from the space in between your thighs. 
“Okay,” You didn’t bother to argue as you gave him an innocent smile. “No goodbye kiss,” Your teeth nibbled at your lower lip as you glanced up at him through your lashes.
“You’re a pain in my ass.” You heard Zeke utter. 
But he didn’t argue against your wishes; his large hands cupped your face so gently that you could only grasp his waist, not wanting to let go. When he finally pulled away, he let his eyes linger on you just a bit longer before escaping the kitchen. 
He would always be your ugly duckling that you enjoyed bothering—but this time, he wasn’t afraid to bother you right back. 
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tteokdoroki · 2 years
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the news outlets call you bakumama :(( whole world is excited to see dynamight’s first baby, speculating who it’ll look like more, if it’s a girl or boy— some even think it’s twins !!
they snap pictures of bakugou waiting outside the hospital to catch a breather— cap pulled over his blonde mullet, his handsome face concealed by a black mask that he pulls down for a smoke to calm his nerves (even though you’d kill him if you found out). twitter starts trending with the hashtag ‘dynababies are on the way’, the whole internet raging with excitement and support for their favourite pro hero.
all of his social media accounts go dead silent for eleven and a half hours, while the internet waits buzzing with excitement and then— a photo is tweeted out from katsuki’s official account of two of his rough fingers in the grips of two tiny, pruned baby hands. ‘welcome to the world, bakubrats.’ is the caption, a couple of play on words to the hashtags bakugou’s fans have trending about you.
there aren’t many updates for a few months, dynamight taking leave to focus on his family— which were the words the PR team used instead of “fuck off, my kids are fuckin’ sleepin’. don’t call me again ‘till they’re doing’ it on their own.” but eventually you sneak little pictures of the twins sitting up for the first time, crawling after daddy and wearing deku! or red riot merch! with bright smiles and screaming their little blonde haired or red eyed heads off when they’re put into dynamight’s colours.
sometimes there’s videos you’ve snuck of the twins trying to teeth on katsuki’s fingers or biting at his nipples— but there’s more wholesome moments of their naps together, little fingers intertwined and the twins cheering for their daddy on the TV as he dedicates a successful villain battle to ‘my freakin’ brats back home. my beautiful wife too.” and you smile when he remembers to censor the curse words, nearly cry when the babies gargle and clap for daddy even more.
katsuki finally shows you all off to the world at a hero gala that just so happens to fall on the twins’ birthday— you’re all dressed up in katsuki’s colours, your baby boy and baby girl finally calm enough to do the same and he wraps one arm around you, head buried in your hair for pictures as he kisses your forehead and the twins squeal at the cameras.
“bakufamily, meet the world. the world meet my fuckin universe.” he says with such a smug grin, you can see the crows feet at the corners of his eyes and the spitting image of his children all over his face.
“katsuki! don’t curse in front of the twins!”
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willowser · 2 years
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look. i just. want to talk about bakugou after your first big fight. bc i think he eventually becomes the type of person that knows when he's being too mean but he still can't stop. like you say one thing in defense to him and he takes it a step too far and immediately thinks, why the fuck did i say that—and then you get angrier and so he gets angrier and his inner monologue is just like shut up shut up shut up shut up before you say something you don't mean literally stop.
and so maybe he leaves, just to cool off.
not in the middle of the fight, but it's not resolved either. there's a lull between the little back and forth quips, all the "well i'm not saying that you—" and the "no, you're fuckin' saying—", the "don't cuss at me, katsuki—" and the "then don't talk to me like 'm—" and then it's silent. he's got more to say and so do you—but at the same time, he's just. over it. whatever started the argument in the first place has been left behind, anger moreso stemming from what's happened since the first shot was taken (by him, of fucking course), and he doesn't want to fight with you of all people. not you.
and the longer he's gone, the more it just spins around and around in his head. everything he said and the way he said it and why he said it, why the fuck did he say it. bakugou is—he's too used to fighting, too good at it bc that's all anyone has ever done with him. that's all anyone has ever shown him, that irritation, that push-back, that quick judgement and eventual avoidance. fed up with it. with him.
by the time he comes home—if he can call it that anymore—he knows it's over. he knows this is the part with the "i just don't think it's working out—" and the "really can't handle this right now—", the "you're an asshole—" and the—
and the worst of all is just the abandonment. the worst of all is when he'll come back to that apartment and you'll just be gone. you'll come and get your things over time, stuffing it all into cardboard until there aren't any traces left. until all that's there is the walls and the carpet and the frame and just. bakugou. alone. again.
but he walks through the door and you're just—there. washing some dishes, folding the laundry, poking at your phone because you can't sit still. and you frown at him with a little crease between your eyebrows, bc you're still mad and he knows this is it, this is when you look him in the eye and you tell him—
"i can't find the tv remote."
".......y'always lose the—the freakin' thing. did you check under the couch?"
"that's the first place i looked."
and you stand up to prove you're not sitting on it and he shakes out the throw blanket you were using and sticks his hand between the couch cushions and he finds a bunch of coins, a sock, that pair of underwear he took off of you the last time he had a night off—and the f—reakin' tv remote.
and you rest your forehead on his chest and you're pouting and you mumble out a, "thanks," even though you probably don't want to. you probably do a lot of things you don't want to do, with him. because of him. things you probably don't want to do anymore because you're fed up. and this is it. this is it.
"i love you, jerk."
when you wrap your arms limply around him, he doesn't say anything. because he can't. he can't shut up when he wants to, and he can't speak up when he wants to, and it's something you're probably tired of, maybe, he's not actually sure, but you let him bury his face into your hair and you pretend you don't notice that he's trembling just a little and that you can feel his racing heartbeat through his back.
bakugou doesn't say anything, because he can't, so you just lean into him a little more and you say,
"still love you."
and you pretend not to hear the deep inhale that he takes or the little groan he lets out, and you pretend not to feel the clench of his jaw or the barely-there wobble of his chin. and you say,
"still gonna choose to love you."
because you don't love him by accident. even with his irritation and his push-back, his smart-ass quips and his angry language. you see it all and you see him and you still say,
"always gonna love you."
and that's how bakugou knows where his home is. what it is. that's how he knows it's you, of all people.
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sopebubbles · 8 months
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Chapter twelve coming Thursday August 3rd, 6am CT/8pm kst
Chapter summary: yoongi takes you on a date
Warnings: slight angst (mostly talking about her past), mentions of past abuse, homelessness, fear of abandonment
Honestly yall its a lot of yoongi and oc being freakin soft 😩
Teaser below the cut
Once you got settled in the front seat, Yoongi cleared his throat before he started the engine. "This is for you," he said as he handed you a brand new Samsung phone.
"Oh, I–"
"Before you say you don't need it, just consider that it's for me. I want you to make sure that you have it with you and it's on all the time. I told you that it's important for me to know where you are, so I can keep you safe, so you need a phone. And don't worry, it's not like the newest model or anything. Besides, remember you're agreed to let me provide for you. So just accept it. It has all of the pack's numbers saved already, in case you ever need one of them, and they all have your number already. I'm your emergency contact," he rambled.
Instead of offering any protest you smiled softly and unbuckled your seat belt to lean over and kiss him on the cheek. "Thank you, alpha," you said before you leaned back into your spot. You may have wanted to refuse, but he was right, it was for him and not you, not really. If he needed you to carry this thing around in order to feel more secure, that shouldn't be hard for you.
You weren't prepared for more gifts when you got to the drive-in. When you found a spot to park, Yoongi told you to wait while he got out of the car and went to the trunk. You looked anxiously through the back window, but couldn't see anything that gave away what he was doing. Eventually he pushed a large gift bag and picnic basket through his open car door before he joined you again.
"What's all this?" You wondered, looking at the tissue paper sticking out of the huge bag at your eye level.
"Why don't you open it and see?" He teased.
You narrowed your eyes at him as you got up on your knees to be able to look over the bag, but your scrutiny only made him smile. Pulling out the paper piece by piece revealed two soft round pillows inside, one lavender and one orange.
"I figured you needed some pillows for your nest. I thought these could remind you of me and Jiminie."
Your cheeks and your eyes burned as you pulled out the two pillows, almost ball-like except for how plush they were. They squeezed nicely in your arms when you held them to your chest.
"Do you think they'll be okay?" Yoongi asked, beginning to feel nervous when you didn't say anything.
You buried your head in them to hide your wet eyes. "They're perfect." Your words were muffled, but they still warmed Yoongi's heart. When you collected yourself, you placed the pillows safely back in the bag and set it aside. "What's in the basket?"
"Oh, I asked Hobi to put together some snacks for us. But if there are any other treats you want, I'll go get something from the concession stand." Yoongi opened the top of the basket and you both reached for the box of raisinets at the same time. You whispered an apology while Yoongi plucked them out. He opened the box and handed it to you. "I'm going to go get some popcorn. Do you have a drink preference?"
You shook your head and he got out once again to go get more snacks. You shoved a few raisinets into your mouth and put the rest away. Then you pulled out the soft orange pillow from the gift bag at your feet and held it close again. You wondered if he'd already scented it, or if it was your imagination that applied the orange aroma.
The longer he was gone, your mind began to wander. It was hard not to think about all the first things you were experiencing lately. Your very first completely safe, self-made nest, your first drive-in movie, your first date. It had felt like you'd been living for years in the most raw way possible, but maybe all you'd done was survive, and only barely. These new things seemed so small and insignificant to you when they were only abstract ideas, things you would live without because you didn't need them to survive, but now they felt monumentally important as each one carved a memory in your heart. And each one was available to you only because of Yoongi.
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sorrowfulrosebud · 1 year
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Can u make kiribaku x male reader fluff
(I’m so sorry I wrote this so late, college and Uni stuff has been kicking my ass 😢)
Genre: major angst, fluffy at the end I think?
Content: in which you and your boyfriends have some quality cuddle time after a bad mission
TW: child death, fire, bombs, explosions, near death experiences
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The steady tick of the kitchen clock was a constant noise in the back of your mind. Its smooth tick proved to be a double-edged sword though; it’s meticulous rhythm face you something to focus on, but every second that passed made you grow more anxious.
Eijiro had sent you a text message earlier saying that they were on their way back from their patrol, but the lack of kisses and silly emojis at the end of the message proved to you that it was a bad shift. Even Katsuki, who is usually diligent in letting you know when he would grace you again, didn’t drop a text. It was incredibly out of character for the both of them, so you knew you would appreciate what you did.
Your almost Olympian sized bath tub was filled to the brim with warm, soapy water with Katsuki’s favourite bath salts and Eijiro’s favourite muscle soak. Fresh towels were on the radiator heating up, and their favourite pyjamas were folded neatly on your bed.
You were pulled from your thoughts by the door opening. Your two muscular boyfriends were almost silent, eyes downcast and smiles all gone. Instead of hugging them right away, you gave them a second to remove their hero gear and trudge after you to the kitchen.
Katsuki was utterly solemn, and you knew that look. It was the look of failure, the exact same look at the battle of All Might and All for One all those years ago.
With a tentative grip, you gently caressed Katsuki’s arm to see if he would shake you off. Upon a slight flinch but no other reaction, you slid your way down to his hand and squeezed softly. He didn’t look up at you, but the gritted teeth and wet cheeks told you everything he needed to know.
You closed the gap, your arms wrapped around him in a one-sided hug as he trembled and sobbed into your shoulders. No effort to comfort him was made; he hated it when you told him that it would all be okay. He needed some time, and you were more than welcome to give him that.
Eijiro crept his way over and joined you, resting his head against yours and Katsuki’s shoulders. He also trembled in both of your grips. All three of you stood like that, soft touches, feather like kisses, the smell of smoke and sadness poisoning the air.
Eijiro was the first to stop trembling. With a grimy arm, he wiped his tears away and turned his focus back to you.
“I-it was so.. so awful, babe! There was so much smoke, and children, and villains, and I-“ he let out another sob and nestled himself back into your grip.
You held him tightly to ground him, both of your boys dampening your shirt. Katsuki stilled before letting out a breath.
“It was an attack in Kyoto prefecture, right in the middle of a giant shopping centre. There were so many villains, everywhere you looked, the bastards were lurkin’. A massive fuckin’ bomb was let off, like one of my Howitzer impacts. Kids were separated from their families,” he choked out, still not looking at anyone.
“We tried to get the fuckers, but they vanished outta the fuckin’ air. So we decided to evacuate everyone that we could find. There was so much fuckin’ fire, it was so freakin’ difficult to breath. But damnit, there was -“ Katsuki’s voice cracked. Eijiro rubbed his shoulder soothingly as he took over the story.
“We found a family who was missing a child. They were the last people to be evacuated, so we went back in to find the kid…
The kid.. oh my fucking god, the blood,” Eijiro whimpered.
“He was buried under rubble, hardly breathing at all. He somehow saw us and even though he was fucking dying, his face lit up when he saw us. He managed to find the strength to tell us we were our favourite heroes,” Eijiro sobbed bitterly.
“The little fucker, he knew he was dying. He told us- oh fucking god. He told us that we shouldn’t beat ourselves up over his death. Even though he was so tired, that it was the biggest honour of his life to have been saved by us,” Eijiro was gasping for air from his tears. Katsuki looked up.
“It never gets easier. Having to hand over the corpses of civilians we.. that I failed. I just… I never anticipated the next one to be so small,” he whimpered.
The tears were flowing from your eyes at the news. You hugged your boys even tighter, and that’s how you stayed. Swaying in the kitchen as you clung to each other for comfort.
You were the first to break the group. With a gentle hand, you cupped a cheek from each of your boyfriends before grabbing both hands and leading them to the bathroom.
Although there were still a few hiccups, both of your boyfriends looked as happy as they could have been. You squeezed each hand and looked at them.
“I’ll go and make you both something to eat. Please, just relax and try to enjoy the bath. I know it’s been a hard day, so take it easy,” you pleaded.
“…okay. We’ll try,” Katsuki mumbled. Eijiro nodded. You smiled at them before taking off to the kitchen.
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Katsuki was done first. He plodded down the stairs, his undercut looking freshly shaved. He smelled a load better, but the eye bags gave his mental state away. Still, you were pleased that he tried to freshen up a little.
Eijiro trotted down next, seemingly in a better mood. He gave a wan smile as he saw the plate of sandwiches on the table. Your boys never ate much after a bad mission like this, but you wanted them to eat something nutritious.
Katsuki and Eijiro each nibbled on a sandwich as they sat on the couch as you looked on with love. You were glad they tried eating, even if it was only to please you. After they were finished, you led them to the bedroom where the bed was freshly made. Both of your boyfriends crashed on the bed, seemingly not having the energy to crawl under the sheets. You tugged it from under them and rearranged them so they could both cuddle you comfortably.
It was so warm under the blanket that if it wasn’t for the awful mission they just had, they would have easily succumbed to sleep. However, they substituted sleep for burying their faces into the warmth’s of your neck. Soft trembles filled the room and shook the bed, as you stroked your hero’s’ hair and crooned softly until they fell dead asleep in your neck.
No matter how many times they would fall apart, you would be there to put them back together.
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ozarkthedog · 1 year
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summary — after a mighty win Ted needs to burn off some adrenaline and he does so buried between your legs.
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warnings — Ted Lasso x afab!Reader. pussy eating galore. oral sex on a work desk. dirty talk. coming untouched. spit play. no beta.
word count — 1.6k
author’s note — 😅 first time writing Ted. this is for everyone who loves Ted Lasso (but mostly for @sudsevans​ ily). A million thanks to @evanstache​ for the “coming untouched” idea. gif credit: @sudsevans​
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☽ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ☾
𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲. 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝/𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦. 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 & 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝!
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“Oh doggy!” Ted hollers as you walk hand in hand quickly through the nearly empty locker room. “Did you see those magnificent beasts tear up the pitch?! It was like God was playing his very own foosball match.”
“Yes, silly. I was there to witness the amazing comeback.” You muse before waving at Will who nods politely. The young kitman gathers some remaining towels and exits towards the boot room with a shout, ‘goodnight!’. 
Ted smacks his homemade “BELIEVE” sign with a thwap as he crosses the threshold into his office. Your core clenches like a vice at the sound. Oh how you wish it was your pussy on the receiving end. 
He quickly tears off his black sports coat and adjusts the collar of his button up before smoothing his hands over his gray sweater. “Man, I feel like I just ran a mile. Except my feet don’t hurt and I’m not all sweaty.” He breathes sharply through his nose as he rambles, pacing back and forth. “I mean I’m a little sweaty but not too sweaty.” 
You push yourself up onto his desk and watch him like an excited puppy. You loved when he bounced off the walls. No one does happy quite like Ted. He deserved to shine and you weren’t ever going to stamp out the light. 
But then he does that one thing that always gets you hot; comb back that flirty strand of hair that always falls out of place.
He stops mid sentence and flicks his eyes curiously at you when a low moan tumbles from your open lips at the mundane action. 
“You okay, Sweetheart? Or did somethin’ catch your eye?” He croons knowing he’s got you wrapped around his finger.
“What? I can’t help myself. If only you’d stop being so freakin’ attractive all the time!” you exclaim feigning exasperation as he settles between your legs.
Ted tips your chin up with a tender, unyielding finger and presses his lips to yours. Your lips slide over his with ease as he gets bolder and deepens the kiss. His finely shaped bristles tickle your upper lip and it makes you half laugh, half moan as he brushes his tongue over yours.
His arms wrap around your torso pressing you firmly against his heated body. His heart beats like a hummingbird in flight against his ribs, thumping wildly under your palms.
Your left panting as Ted breaks the kiss with a raspy groan. He looks behind you into the locker room for a moment and then to the left like he was weighing his options.
Ted drops to his knees in a flash and flicks his hungry yet timid eyes up at you. “This ok, Darlin’? I’m sorry I just gotta have a taste. I’ll be real quick.” His hands tenderly smooth up your bare legs and push your skirt up your thighs a few inches.
Your heart leaps into your throat at the idea of Ted eating you out in public. He was never one to do such private acts out in the open, let alone at work and on his desk. He must really be aching and who were you to let him suffer?
“Eat up.” You purr with a wink.
With a sly grin he throws your legs over his shoulder and shoves your panties to the side. You slump onto this desk like a rag doll when he slots his searing mouth over your core and licks a hot, wet stripe up your pussy eliciting dual groans from the two of you.
You whine as Ted pulls away just as soon as he began. “Honey, you gotta be quiet. I’m like 92% sure we are the only ones left in the building but you’ve gotta keep it to a dull roar in case that 8% get suspicious and come to investigate.”
You clench your jaw and nod while shoving his head back down. “Yes, Ted. I’ll be as quiet as I can. But will you?” 
His brows shoot to the ceiling. “Well, I’ll be. Are you turning this into a game?”
“You and I both know you get off on eating my pussy as much as I do. So yeah,” You shrug your shoulders with a smirk, “let's give it a go.”
His lips curl into a devious grin. “Ok, Hot Shot.” He says calmly, “Do your best to keep quiet as I make this pretty little cunt come all over my tongue.”
Oxygen is forced from your lungs by his filthy words but you gasp the air back in as he slots his mouth onto your clit and begins his sweet torture. 
Your head drops back hard onto the table but you don’t register the pain as he swirls the tip of his tongue around your clit. He assaults the tiny bundle of nerves with sharp flicks and tight circles as your spine arches off his desk.
Your pussy floods with slick as he eats without abandon and swallows down all you have to offer. His hands ensnare your thighs keeping your writhing body still as he laps feverishly at your weeping core.  
He sucks your clit into his mouth, humming around the nerve filled button forcing a wrecked gasp from your lips. He strikes with precision, knowing just the right amount of pressure and suction needed to get you off. He was a man of many talents and my goodness, no one has ever been able to get you off so fast and so hard like Ted has.
Your limbs start to twitch from the hypersensual onslaught. The tingle in the base of your spine rises higher and higher until your orgasm explodes behind your eyes.    
Arousal pours from your petals as he tips you over the edge. You bite back a scream as your legs lock around his head and he drinks up the creamy spend with a deep chest rumbling growl. “You taste so fuckin’ good. I can’t stop myself.” Ted confesses as he pulls away to take a breath. The lower half of his jaw is coated in a thin, shiny layer of come and he couldn’t look more pleased with himself. 
He drags his fingers along the inside of your thigh while you catch your breath before he latches onto your swollen nub again. Your body jolts from the overstimulation as he sucks on your swollen clit like a piece of candy. 
Your nerves sizzle as the pleasure escalates to new heights and you feel yourself already in the blissful clouds. 
Your fingers latch into his auburn locks and tug as he forces another wave of pleasure out of your tired body. Ted groans from the ache in his scalp and the deep vibrations make your cunt tremble. His tongue draws deft patterns all over your drenched core before dipping into your heat and catching you by surprise.
He slowly fucks you open with his tongue, taking his time to stretch your velvet walls until your hips are thrusting off the wood desperate for more. 
He pulls away a second time with a smug grin. “You gonna be good and stay quiet? Or do I have to put my fingers in your mouth while you come on my tongue?”
You softly whimper at the threat even though you’d love to suck on his fingers. “No, I’ll be good.”
“Atta girl.” He praises before forcing your legs as wide as they’ll go and lewdly spitting on your pussy. 
Your body buckles at the shock of his spit hitting your soaked folds. It lands squarely onto your cunt and drips down mixing with your cream. “Gotta make sure this pussy is nice and fuckin’ wet if I’m gonna tongue fuck it properly.”
His mustache prickles your sensitive petals as he shoves his tongue deep into your pussy. His hands keep your thigh spread as the pleasure mounts and races steadily toward your impending orgasm.
Ted grinds his jaw firmly into your puffy core intent on tasting the deepest part of you. His tongue widens your walls as he curls and points the muscle, grunting into your heat as your arousal pours into his mouth. 
The tough bristle of his mustache tortuously rubs your clit with every shove of his jaw making your cunt spasm around his tongue as he forces you to the edge in record speed.
A scream is lodged in your throat as your peak crests and you tumble down the cliff. You grind and thrust your cunt hard onto his face as you chase the joyous high. A fresh wave of slick spills from your core and drenches his jaw as you mark him in your arousal. 
Ted makes a sputtering noise before grunting loudly, much louder than any noise you’d made the entire time.
“You okay?” You ask out of breath as you push yourself onto your elbows.
His head hangs between your thighs and his fingers are still imprinted on your thighs when you hear him mutter and curse.
“What was that?” You ask pensively as you run your fingers through his hair.
He finally lifts his head and flames paint his cheeks when he gestures down to his lap. “I came in my gosh darn pants! I haven’t done that since I was teenager!”
“Oh Ted, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” You offer as you cradle his messy jaw in your hands. “It’s rather hot that you got so turned on by eating my pussy.” 
His big doe eyes stare up at you anxiously, “Yeah?”
“Yes.” You firmly state with a searing kiss. You taste yourself on his lips and you have to press your thighs together to quell the ache.
“Now let’s get home so I can clean up the mess you in your pants made with my tongue.” You say, cheekily as you slip off his desk and fix your skirt. 
“Here.” You toss him the black sports jacket he was wearing during the game. “Tie it around your waist and I’ll go make sure the coast is clear.”
“You are a wicked and tempestuous creature. I don’t know how I’d survive without you.” He muses before tugging you into another infatuating kiss.
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thepaintedlady00 · 10 months
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Chapter 14 | Chapter 16
Chapter 15: Wet On Wet
TW: some sensually themed dreams, language as always, mentions of smoking and drinking (as always), mentions of past violence and minor injuries, some minor violence (the friendly kind this time), fluff, some Simone, some Howard, Jake & Olive finally get to have that heart to heart 😈👀, Jake and Lena are shameless flirts, a bit of light somewhat smut (oral, fem receiving), flashbacks and a good old cliffhanger to really torture you guys. SO sorry for the wait! As many of you know I had some work stuff going on, but things are finally slowing down and I'm hoping I'll be able to really get back on track with these fics. I did my best editing this long ass chapter (38 freakin pages), so as always sorry if there are any mistakes! Enjoy!
The slight chill that swept into the room brought goosebumps to my flesh, though I couldn’t really know for sure if it was the breeze or the sensation of Jake’s lips dragging down my neck. I knew outside it was cold, but I didn't feel it, even with the window open. I felt warm, almost smothered in heat. “Jake.”
His lips curled into a smile against my collarbone as he hummed, a thing he knew sent shivers down my spine. “Lena.”
“You’re tickling me,” I teased, wiggling in his arms.
With a huff, he lifted his head away from me, looking down at me with that dumb smile that warned of his coming mischief. “Am I? I had no idea.”
“Don’t you dar- JAKE!” I shrieked as his fingers ghosted up my ribs, lips resuming the light touches, tickling me in earnest now.
I rolled, just barely managing to escape his hold on me, darting forward into the hazy space of undefined shapes and lights. I only got a few steps in before his arms wound around my waist and hauled me back to his bed. A faint feeling sparked in my chest. Not the fear or the anger or the shame I expected. Not some old ache. It was something new, something almost foreign to me.
Laughter filled the room. My laughter. I rolled over again, my senses swarmed by the smell of his cologne as my face hit his blankets. His fingers traced the tattoo along my spine as I turned my head to look at him. Jake always looked like the perfect mix of heaven and hell, of sin and saint, of peace and war. He had a way of drawing me in that I didn't fully understand but that I didn't want to fight against anymore. "I like you."
His smile made me feel alive as he shifted closer with a light laugh. I dodged his kiss, burying myself in his blankets, listening to his infectious laughter as he joined me. "I think you might like my bed better than me, though."
"Maybe I do," I joked. "It is really comfy."
"It's certainly better than your bed."
I scoffed. "I'll have you know that bed is very comfortable! I've slept sixteen years on it, and each one has been glorious!"
"Jesus, sixteen years?" Jake replied, finding me beneath the covers. "No wonder it's all lumpy."
"I like lumpy," I retorted, scrunching up my nose at him as he pulled me in close. "And so do you."
An amused look of curiosity made him look younger as he settled his head against his arm. "Do I?"
I nodded, smoothing my hands down his shirt. "Everything I own has lumps. My mattress, my favorite pillow." My throat tightened as I chose my next words quietly, "I'm lumpy." Jake's eyes softened, and his smile turned into a sweet one. "And you like me… Right?"
"Yeah, I like you, princess." His lips were like silk against my own, slow and unhurried, passionate but not at all demanding. Safe.
My eyes shot open, and for a split second, the feel of a bandage against my neck made me panic. Patrick's industrial snoring was quick to banish all my fears as he tossed himself onto his side, putting his loud mouth right next to my head. Peter was curled up like a cat on the opposite side of me, his head of peach fuzz tickling the side of my face. Outside in the living room, I could hear Dom tidying up after himself. I lay in bed, looking up at the ceiling for a moment, that odd feeling my dream had caused to stir inside me slowly starting to dim.
Feelings like that, the warm and fuzzy things that nestled deep into the soul and opened people up from the inside out, they were dangerous. This world was filled with too many people who took advantage of others and used feelings of warmth, love, and safety to manipulate, lie, and abuse. I could practically hear my mother's voice, whispering loving words one moment and then spitting insults at me the next. Alongside thoughts of her, he was never close behind. I closed my eyes and counted my breaths, focusing on where I was now. Somewhere truly safe. Not some dream. Not with a stranger. Home. 
Only when Dom ran into the corner of the table and loudly cursed did my brothers stir. Patrick’s snoring abruptly stopped, and he sat upright, slowly sliding off the bed. Peter simply opened his eyes, still looking tired as he sighed, running a hand down his face. “Table?”
“Yeah!” Dom hollered back.
Patrick yawned, stretching before standing up from the floor and heading to my bedroom door. “You staying for breakfast?”
The shadow of the large biker was all I could see of him as he met Patrick outside the door. “Sure, I ain’t got anywhere to be yet.”
“How's the neck?” Peter asked, slowly sitting up and looking over at me.
I touched the bandage and shrugged. “It’s fine. Like Oz said, it was just a little scratch.”
He nodded, watchful eyes narrowing slightly. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I answered. “It wasn't as bad as some of the other times. Watching Dom get all… That was the worst of it."
"I'll be the last one to act like that guy didn't have it coming, but I'm glad Dom snapped out of it before things got too ugly. You did seem a lot more present after it all this time," Peter agreed. "I still figured I'd ask, though."
I rubbed his head and smiled at him. "I know. You're just doing your brotherly duties and whatnot."
He shrugged, standing up with a stiff groan. "Well, shower and change. I'll try to salvage breakfast."
I listened to him leave, greeting Dom with fondness and then attempting to help Patrick with cooking. Throwing the blanket over my head, I fumbled for my phone before flipping it open and wincing at the screen's bright light. I answered Prue and Quinn's messages of concern, and then, without hesitation, I opened Jake's contact.
I'm alive! I texted. You know, just in case you were feeling hopeful that you were finally rid of me.
After spending a few more minutes listening to the sounds of my brothers bickering over breakfast and Dom making awkward small talk, I got ready for the day. The shower water was warm and relaxing, and soon the smell of savory bacon and slightly sweet pancakes wafted into the bathroom. I changed the larger bandage around my neck for a smaller one, meant to hopefully not draw too much attention.
"Holy shit, you didn't burn anything," I remarked, stepping out of the bathroom and drying my hair with a towel.
Patrick nodded, patting himself on the back. "I'm gettin' kinda good at this cooking shit.” He set a plate down in front of Dom and smiled at me. “Better watch your back, lil sis. Looks like I'm comin' for your fancy cook title."
The biker took a bite of the pancakes and shook his head. “These taste like shit.”
“Fuck you!”
Peter kept his nose buried in his paper, quietly sipping his coffee as I took my seat at the table. Ozzy's loud steps echoed up the stairwell as he joined us with a smile. "Good morning, little misfits."
"Morning," we mumbled back.
He settled into the empty chair at the head of the table and tapped my arm. “I see you’ve changed the bandage. How is it looking?”
“It’s just a scratch,” I reassured him with a smile. “But thanks for helping patch me up last night.”
“Always, my dear.”
Patrick set the plate of food down in front of Ozzy, who looked at it with raised brows. “They’re letting you cook now?”
He rolled his eyes and sat down beside me. “Joke all you want, but you’ll all eat it anyway!”
“Or,” Peter spoke above his newspaper. “We could go to Nanas.”
“Rude,” Patrick huffed. “All of you.”
Ozzy took a few bites, swallowing them down with large gulps of coffee before he turned to me again. “I almost forgot! I’ve been emptying the storage unit behind the bar and found your paintings!”
I played with my food and sighed. “Are they taking up too much space?”
“Afraid so,” he chuckled. “I forgot how many you did.”
“Me too.”
Dom wiped his mouth and set his dishes in the sink. “Me and the boys can take them to your place if you want.”
“Aren’t you guys busy?”
“Nah,” he replied. “I’ve got time to spare.”
“Okay, that’d be a lot of help. Thanks, Dom.”
“No problem, kid,” he said, still looking a bit awkward as he passed me with a hesitant pat on the shoulder. “See you later.”
My phone buzzed on the tabletop, bringing a smile to my face but at the same time making those warm feelings start to bubble up again. Damn, and here I was, enjoying my peaceful morning.
Patrick glanced over my shoulder and smirked. “You two are just adorable.”
“Shut up!” I shoved him, moving back into my room to grab my bag. That’s rough. I hate to tell you, but you’ll never be rid of me now, Sweetie.
*
He smiled down at his phone, reading Lena's message once, twice, before replying. Damn, and here I was, enjoying my peaceful morning.
That's rough. I hate to tell you, but you'll never be rid of me now, Sweetie. Jake could hear her evil cackling in his head, a sign, perhaps, that he'd been spending too much time with the redheaded minx of a woman.
Smirking down at his lap, his fingers slid across the keys. I'll never recover.
Simone cleared her throat, sipping her mug of coffee with dead, predatory eyes, and like a child caught playing with a forbidden toy, Jake's back went ramrod straight. Her red-lined lips curled into something between a scowl and a smile. "What's funny?"
"What?"
"You've been smiling, practically giggling to yourself since we sat down." She set her mug down and wildly gestured with her hands before moving them to settle under her chin. "So, what's funny?"
Jake's mood almost instantly deflated as he shrugged. "I don't - it's nothing."
She hummed, clearly unhappy with his answer. "How typical."
"Simone-"
"No," she replied, softer as her shoulders fell and she looked defeated. "I didn't ask you to come to yell at you, Jake. I just… I miss you."
For the first time in months, he saw the softer side of Simone - the side that had raised him. She blinked a few tears away as she straightened in her seat, clearing her throat to keep her voice from breaking. Guilt filled him, a sense that he'd been neglecting her… Abandoning her made him sick to his stomach. "I miss you too. I'm… I'm sorry things have been so strained."
She smiled, a thoughtful look taking over her sad face. “It’s not entirely your fault. I’m guilty of letting things get to this point as well. What matters is we’re still here… Together.”
“Always,” he replied softly, a calm reassurance washing over him.
From there, things flowed smoothly. Conversation with Simone returned to how it always was, natural, honest, and open. The two of them laughed together and caught one another up with the gossip of the restaurant. She took a drink of her coffee and laughed. “It’s been rather enjoyable watching Howard freak out every night.”
Jake laughed with her. “Hell yeah, it has been. I don’t know what’s been going on with the schedule, but I have been thoroughly enjoying it.”
There was a short moment where Jake thought he saw something fill her eyes, a look of knowledge and a slight quirk of her lips before she covered it with a sigh. “It has made me a bit worried at times.”
“Worried?”
“For the others,” she answered. “Sasha and Ari and the lot of them haven’t exactly had things easy lately. I just hope they’re all doing alright under all the pressure.”
Jake smiled, a fond, warm feeling filling his chest as it appeared that Simone had gone back to how she’d always been. Kind and loving, and concerned for those around her. She helped people with things, and she was much better at it than he was. “They’ve been alright as far as I can tell. Ari’s got a girlfriend to help keep her grounded. Heather’s got that cook she’s been seeing. Scott’s Scott. Sasha’s sober-”
“Sasha’s sober?” Simone asked, eyes slightly wider in shock.
“Yeah,” he replied. “He has been for a while now.”
“Interesting.” She mused.
His phone vibrated again, and that smile returned to his face. Aww, don’t worry, tough guy. I’ll try to make the time as enjoyable as possible.
"So, how is your new fling?" Simone suddenly asked, smiling with that gleam in her eyes she always got when he gossiped to her. "Anyone I know?"
"No," Jake said, shaking his head. "It's nothing like that."
There was a long pause, a silence that was as stiff and unnatural as the skyscrapers that surrounded them. "You will tell me when that changes… Won't you?"
Jake caught her meaning without her having to voice it. Simone was asking him to be honest with her about the nature of things with Lena. He nodded, responding with a chuckle meant to put her at ease. "Trust me, I don't think you'll have to worry about anything like that."
“That’s good,” she said. “Though I have been meaning to ask if Lena has been alright lately. After everything with her mother and the stress I unknowingly caused, I’ve been worried about her.”
“She’s been alright,” Jake assured her. Simone made a noise, her brow arching slightly. “Why? Has she said anything to you?”
“Oh no,” she said, waving him off. “She’s not said anything to me, but she does seem like the type that would keep things like that bottled up to spare others.”
“And you think she’s been doing that?”
Simone shrugged before reaching over the table and holding his hand. “Breathe, love. You know her better than I do, so if she seems normal to you, then I’m sure she’s fine.”
It was then that Jake realized that ever since he’d left the bar last night, a feeling… hideous and slightly selfish had plagued him. He’d watched the entire encounter and had prepared himself for the worst. He was ready to follow Lena to The Cape, but instead, she was fine. She appeared a bit dazed, but after a minute or two, she’d reached out, touched him, and held a casual conversation as though nothing had happened. It was a pattern he’d taken note of early on, the way she would brush off serious moments where her life was in danger and push forward without second thought or care. He’d found it odd the first time and had written it off as them not being close enough for sharing deep emotions. But now, it was clear she did this often enough.
He had no clue why she’d care so little about her own safety, but that feeling, as ugly as it was, was something valid. He was frustrated. Angry that she didn’t even blink when someone threw a rock through her window intended for her. Angry that she’d reacted so little after almost drowning in the ocean or getting cut with a knife. Angry that Lena Harrow, a woman that meant more to him than words could express, had not even considered just how important her life was to him, to all of them. As Jake walked to work with Simone beside him, the feeling festered.
*
I watched the drones of people passing by the diner where Prue and Quinn ate their breakfast, my mind still letting that dream play. It wasn't like dreaming of Jake was new. I'd had at least a dozen over the past months, but those were… They were sexual, raw things fueled by the underlying well of desire that everyone had. Jake being at the center was just proximity. Having not had sex in a while didn't help the dreams die down. But that dream was different.
There was nothing too sexual, nothing that compared to the others, but I felt impossibly more shaken by it than those. It wasn't about Jake but about how I felt in an unknown place… How I didn't react at all when he grabbed me. Instead of falling into a terrifying memory of Tony or my mother when his arms had wrapped around me, I was flooded with warmth. I was certain, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I was safe. Jake made me feel safe.
It was just a dream, I reminded myself. But even that reminder couldn't account for all the other times Jake had made me feel that way. Times I'd apparently been able to ignore until now. Dreams often made little sense, they were a science still discussed and debated among even the brightest minds. Yet one thing everyone agreed on was that dreams were messages sent by our subconscious to warn us of threats and to help us realize things of importance. That knowledge only made me feel more confused. Was Jake a threat? Or was he something important? Was this dream meant to be a warning or some realization?
A hand waved in front of me, pulling my attention to Prue as she asked, with furrowed brows and concern in her eyes, "You're being quiet. Is everything okay?"
I sighed. "Just in my head. Sorry."
Quinn rolled her eyes, saying and signing, "Let me guess. This is about your little bartender?"
I answered with my middle finger.
Quinn returned the gesture with ease as Prue shook her head at us. "Is something the matter between you two?"
"No."
"Then why the long face?" She wondered.
Buttering a biscuit, Quinn snorted. "Here's a crazy solution to your sour mood. Fuck. Him. I'm telling you, it'll solve all your problems."
"It's not that." This caught her attention. "I… I had a dream about-"
"Ohh, my god!" Quinn interrupted with a whine, throwing her head back. "I love you to death, Lena, but I swear to Christ, if you're trying to pass another sex dream off as platonic, I'm going to throttle you!"
"Shut up!" I insisted. "It wasn't… The dream was normal."
"No sex?" 
"We weren't even fully naked."
"Interesting," Quinn cooed, wiggling her brows. "Sounds like you've got some real feelings to unpack."
I shook my head and set it in my hands. "I knew there were feelings. I mean, of course, I like Jake, he's my friend, and he's…" With a heavy sigh, I melted into the booth. "It was more about how I felt."
The slight shifting breeze in front of my covered face told me Prue was attempting to get my attention, but I couldn't bring myself to move. Quinn cleared her throat and kicked the seat beside me. "Well, how did you feel?"
"Warm," I answered softly. "Safe."
There was a moment of quiet as Quinn translated for Prue. "That's a good thing, isn't it?"
I knew the question was Prue's before I even lowered my hands to see Quinn's face. She understood. Having been my friend since we were younger, Quinn knew why feelings of warmth… Of safety were so dangerous. It was because, in this life, safety was more often than not just a fancy lie, an illusion, people told themselves to keep from thinking about all the horrible things in the world. Things that could and did happen. Things that happened to me and Quinn and Patrick and Dom and Jake and Ozzy and everyone else that was unlucky enough.
Prue didn't have life easy either, but she grew up under different circumstances, better ones. She grew up in a stable home with two parents that loved and protected her. Quinn and I had always agreed on the simple fact that Prue was the best of us. Funny, talented, confident, and, most importantly, kind, she made everything better. As I looked into Quinn's eyes, it was as if we'd shared the same thought. We make everything worse.
We held that thought for a moment before Quinn nodded, a silent acknowledgment, a gesture meant to reassure me that my feelings… My fears were valid. It had taken me, taken everyone I knew with similar mountains of trauma, years to trust anyone, even family. Yet, I trusted Jake… I felt safe with him after just a few months of knowing him. It was frightening and entirely foreign and not something I'd expected or realized fully before now.
Prue tucked my hair behind my ear and smiled. Beautiful and kind, Prue said, "Good or bad, you still have us."
"Thanks," I whispered, signing a quick but no less heartfelt, "I love you guys."
Her eyes shifted to my plate. "Are you going to eat that bacon?"
I set the greasy meat on her plate, smiling as she tugged me into her side and kissed my cheek. A different kind of warmth, simple and innocent, eased my conflicting feelings. Though some feelings still seemed to make me tense and confused, love certainly wasn't one of them anymore.
When I arrived at 22West the chaos was palpable. While the bikers that had secretly tailed me waited outside, casually moving through the busy crowds of people and traffic and hanging out in the old bodega across the street, I was thrust into a kitchen of sweltering heat, and Scott hurriedly rushed the team through prep. 
"Holy shit," I breathed.
Scott's scowl was set as he glanced up at me. "Hurry and change. All hands on deck."
"What's going on?"
"The fuck do you think?"
"Another scheduling mixup?"
"Yep." He shook his head, taking a sharpened knife and chopping an onion. "Now hurry up!"
I rushed to the staircase, hurrying up each step. "Yes, chef!"
Jake barely flinched when I collided with his chest. With a chuckle, he steadily me. "Easy there, princess, no need to throw yourself at me."
"You're so funny," I replied, slipping past him with a smile. "Scott's freaking out, so I gotta get ready."
He leaned against the door frame. "How's your neck?"
I halted in the quick stripping of my shoes and looked at him, tentatively pressing my fingers to the bandage that kept the small cut covered. "It's fine."
"Some asshole almost cut your throat open," he replied, almost angry. "And you're just fine?"
"I…" Sighing, I shrugged. "I don't want to talk about it."
Jake shook his head. "That seems to be the theme, doesn't it?"
"What's crawled up your ass today? You seemed fine with it all last night."
Mimicking my shrug, he held my gaze. "Maybe I just realized you'll never really let anyone help you."
"That's not fair." I glared at him. "And not true."
"What's not fair is you just expecting me to not say anything when you almost die because of some crazy person throwing a rock through your window and putting a knife to your neck." He paused and relaxed his tense posture slightly. "I was scared. When I shoved through that crowd and saw you covered in blood… I was scared, Lena."
"I…" Fear was an odd thing for people like me. People that had seen and lived through horrors most people never knew. Shocked would have been a more accurate word, but I doubted Jake cared about the words I used. "I'm sorry about last night being so fucked and about acting like it didn't happen."
"It's not your fault that it happened," he assured me. "I just don't want you to feel like you have to pretend like any of this is normal."
I chuckled and put my shoes in my locker. "It's not normal, but for me, it's not exactly out of the ordinary either."
He gave me a considering look. "Are you ever gonna explain what that means to me?"
"It's…" I turned away from him, focusing on my locker. "There's a lot of shit I've put behind me, or have tried to, and some of it comes with some nasty people that wanna fuck my shit up." For a minute, I really missed having my dad's jacket. I missed the comfort it brought me in situations like this. "I want to tell you about it. I do. But it's… It's not easy."
Jake moved like he was water, his silent steps bringing him beside me. His arms wrapped around me awkwardly. "Look, I get it. Just… don't forget you matter. Your life, your peace, or whatever the fuck you wanna call it, matters."
That warmth, that sickly sweet feeling of safety and security, was back. It was wrapped around me, smothering me in Jake. His cologne, his voice, the feel of his arms around me, the faint memory of his leather jacket, the memories of every dream I'd had of him. Oh, how I wanted to stay wrapped in that feeling forever. But that tainted, ugly, corrupted voice that was still so entangled in my very being made doubt and fear wash over that feeling.
I carefully turned, offering Jake a slightly tense smile. "Thank you."
It was clear he could sense the sudden tenseness that had filled me, but with a reassuring squeeze of his hand, Jake let it be. The commotion of the kitchen grew unimaginable now as Scott's loud voice echoed through the stairwell. Jake smirked, unable to hide the enjoyment he got from everyone going insane. "Better get down there, or Scott's gonna start throwing things."
"And you wouldn't?"
"I don't," he replied. "I was born for this shit."
"Hmm."
The cocky grin he sent me on his way out made my heart sputter. Watching the doorway for a second too long after he left, I shook my head of the less-than-work-appropriate thoughts and resumed changing. Scott had the kitchen in full swing as I hopped between the open positions, turning the chaos of the night into something better.
Everyone was in a horrible mood. The cooks shoved and bickered over having no space while the servers fought among themselves over petty things. Simone's never wavering smile made me irrationally heated, but it was Olive's loud and obnoxious voice filling every moment of silence with overconfident boasting and pointless jabbering that really made things difficult. Still, I kept my head up, and I found ways to lighten the tension.
Sasha barreled through the doors and stuck a finger in Heather's face. "You pampered privileged brat!"
"Oh fuck off!" She sneered, shoving his finger out of her face.
Scott groaned, throwing his rag down and stepping in between them. "What the fuck is going on?"
"She stole my sale!" Sasha insisted. "Sneaky cunt talked my take into another bottle of wine, but now they want her to get the tip."
"I wouldn't have had to step in if you'd paid attention to your tables."
The two of them raged like feral street cats. "ENOUGH!" All eyes turned to me. "My god, pull it together! Heather split the tip with Sasha. Sasha, kiss the guest's asses better. And everyone get the fuck back to work!"
Silence filled the kitchen as Isaac and another cook slid five plates onto the outgoing table. "Um… Table fifteen is up."
Sasha took three plates, turning and looking at Heather. "Follow me?"
"Yeah," she replied with a sigh, picking up the leftover dishes.
Scott and I rejoined the line, working quickly to make up for the time lost by the distraction. "You did good. Those morons would've been at it all night."
I laughed. "Everyone's just under a lot of pressure."
"Well, you seem to handle it better than most."
"Thanks chef." 
Everyone soldiered on through the remainder of the night, luckily no more petty fights broke out and while overbooked the guests seemed easy enough to please. By the end of service I was standing next to Santos helping him and the rest of the dishwashers finish up all while making jokes and telling stories to help  keep everyone's spirits high. The servers hurried upstairs, Simone sparing me a smile as she walked past without Olive by her side.
"Tiger!" Sasha shouted. "Have I ever told you how positively annoying your infectious goodwill is?"
"No."
He smiled, squeezing my cheek. "Well, It's absolutely horrendous and I hate it."
"Love you too Russian bastard," I replied. He flipped me off and headed up the stairs.
*
The night had been horrible, truly one of the worst ones since all the scheduling fuck ups began. Jake heard multiple squabbles echoing from the kitchen and wine cellar, but lucky for the sloppy servers he was good at his job. Nicky finished taking stock of the bar while Jake counted tips, hoping to finish before the group returned looking to drown their shitty moods. "Did you make good money tonight?"
The voice was sweet, sickly so, and he turned his head to find Olive sliding into the space beside him. Here we go, he thought, turning his attention away from her. "Can't complain."
"Well you are rather charismatic when you want to be," she said, running her fingers up his arm. "It's one of the things I like about you."
"Good lord," Nicky mumbled, trying to stifle a laugh.
Jake sighed. Months ago, before Lena, he'd get a real kick out of Olive's whole act. Hell he probably would have fucked her a few times if she was a tolerant lay. But now, her constant presence and her attention was unwanted and unnecessary. "What's your game?"
"I'm gonna go get changed," Nicky said quickly as he fled from the bar.
"What do you mean?"
Jake gestured to her hair. "Are you just trying to prove some point or is this seriously you trying to replace Lena because your mom didn't love you enough?"
Olive pushed herself up against him, rolling her eyes. "I want you. No game. No fuss. Unlike some people I'm not afraid to go after what I want."
The dig at Lena was obvious and so wrong Jake laughed in her face. "You don't even know what you want. You think if you act like her, dress like her or look like her that everything will just magically click. Well, life's not that easy and neither am I."
"That's not what I've heard." She insisted, ignoring his insults. "I've heard the gossip, you haven't had sex in months. Months all because she wants to be an upright brat. You don't owe her anything Jake, and she's not going to give you what you want… What you deserve. So come on, what's stopping you?"
That's it. He set the money down, turning to face her fully. "I'll make this as clear as I can since you seem so slow. I don't want to fuck you. Most of the time I don't even want to look at you. You, Olive or Olivia whatever the fuck your name is, are pathetic. I. Don't. Want. You. I will never want you."
*
After finishing the dishes and telling Nicky I'd cover the bar for him I made my way toward the front. As I opened the door I just barely had time to move as Olive rushed out from behind the bar past me. “She doesn’t seem happy.”
“She’s probably not,” Jake replied with a thin smile.
“Should I be careful around the stairs?”
“You should be fine,” he said, walking toward me. “Guess she just can’t handle my charm.”
I laughed, standing my ground as he entered my space like all the times he’d done it before. “Well, her loss. You are quite charming."
He laughed a bit and shrugged. "You helping me with the masses tonight?"
"Looks like it."
"Good. I like having you behind a bar."
I smirked, pressing against his chest. "You haven't had me behind a bar." His eyes darkened as he caught my play on his words. "Yet."
His eyebrows rose. "Not gonna leave me hanging again?"
"You're really not gonna let that go are you?"
"Nope."
The crowd of coworkers was demanding after a long night of horrible service, but Jake and I made a good team. Eventually we all closed things down and Jake and I headed upstairs to change. Howard stood in the locker room, quickly straightening up as we entered. "Lena," his eyes darted to Jake. "I was hoping to speak with you before you left."
I folded my arms. "Speak then."
"In private."
"Am I fired?" I asked.
"No!" Howard answered quickly. He sighed, taking a step forward, one Jake almost matched. "I wanted to apologize. I knew things with your mother were… I… I shouldn't have put you in that position."
I nodded. "I'm glad you realize that and I accept your apology Howard."
He smiled. "Thank you. I…" Once again he looked at Jake and straightened his back. "I'll see you both tomorrow."
Once he was gone Jake scoffed. "What a dick."
"Apologizing hardly makes someone a dick."
"Please," he insisted, changing. "He only did it to get back in your good graces. He didn't mean it."
I changed as well, shaking my head at him. "Howard's strict, but he's not horrible."
"Agree to disagree." He closed his locker, leaning back to watch me fix my top. "We going out tonight?"
I shrugged. "Ozzy's doing another karaoke night."
"Sounds fun." He stood up straight, following me out. "You gonna sing?"
"Fuck no." I bumped his shoulder. "Are you?"
"No," he laughed. "I don't think anyone wants to hear that."
"I do!" I replied, smiling at him. "I bet you're a good singer."
Smirking, he tilted his head. "Why's that?"
"Because you have such a pretty voice," I answered. "Especially when you're breathlessly whining my name."
Jake leaned in, breath caressing my face as he said, soft and slow, "You're it."
I hadn't felt the light touch of his hand on my shoulder until he hurried past our friends with two large strides. "That's cheating!"
*
On the stage, Patrick was spinning and dancing fancily, singing Enya's Orinoco Flow with every ounce of passion he could. The crowd of drunken patrons both booed and cheered him on. All of my friends that sat in our booth were in hysterics laughing. This kind of thing probably seemed odd to them, considering Patrick's build, appearance, and profession, but to me, this was a glimpse back into our childhood. Enya was always his favorite.
Sasha downed the last shot at the table and pointed at me. "Your dirty bitch ass is singing tonight!"
"Good luck with that," Quinn mumbled, taking a sip of her drink.
"Problem Quinn?" I asked.
She set her glass down, nodding. "You're being a buzzkill!"
Jake's smirk did little to help me contain my laugh. "How am I being a buzzkill?"
"You won't sing with us!" She whined. "Prue and I have been begging you every karaoke night! Last time it was because your grumpy bartender was throwing hands in the street. The time before that, you said your throat hurt. And so the excuses go on!"
I shrugged. "Maybe I just don't want to sing."
"But you're so good at it!" She continued. "And it's more fun with all of us! Prue won't even go up without both of us there."
Jake looked at me again, this time with a slightly raised brow. "Sounds like solid evidence to me, buzzkill."
Shoving my elbow into his arm, I cocked my head. "I'm a buzzkill now? I'll have to remember that next time you call me late at night."
"You were a buzzkill then, too," he retorted. "From what I understand, hanging up on a friend in a time of need is considered rude."
The crowd erupted into cheers as Patrick stepped off the stage with an over-exaggerated bow. He made his way to our table, accepting high fives and fiat jumps along the way until he reached his drink and chugged it. Breathlessly wiping the excess from his mouth, he smirked at me. "Are you going up tonight?"
Quinn nodded, making her eyes as big as possible as she pursued her lips out, begging me. I turned in my booth seat, resting fully against Jake and letting my legs stretch out over the empty seat. "Nope."
"Copperhead?" Quinn asked, glaring at me over the table. "Execute operation raccoon."
"Wait-" I tried.
Patrick grabbed my ankles, pulling me away from Jake's cocoon of warmth as he dragged me out of the seat. "Roger that, Peach. Come on, little sis, it'll be fun!"
"Patrick!" I growled as he hoisted me up over his shoulder.
With a slight groan in his voice, he nodded to Quinn. "This a duet or a solo act?"
Chuckling, she joined us, pinching my cheek and dodging my hands as I waved them around, trying to slap her. "Bitch you're lucky I'm coming up with you at all after that!"
Prue's face lit up as she hopped away from Will's side. "Are we going up?"
"Hell yeah, we are!" Quinn signed, throwing an arm around her. "Every girl group has at least three members. The cute one, you darling Prue. The sexy one, me, obviously. And the bitch-"
I scoffed. "Someone's delusional."
"See? Bitch." She flipped me off.
Patrick hurried up the stage and popped me back on my feet. "Give 'em hell, little sis."
"I'll deal with you later," I growled.
*
Jake watched Patrick sling Lena over his shoulder, carrying his sister toward the stage as she moved like a crazed raccoon trying to shake herself free of his grip. After hearing about karaoke night, Jake couldn't help but secretly hope Lena would take the stage. Part of him wanted her to be bad at it. At least then, it'd be easier to remember that she wasn't perfect, but the other somehow knew she wouldn't be. So he sat up in their little booth and watched the siblings argue for a moment before Lena finally seemed to cave.
Arms crossed and a bitter, but still slightly amused, scowl on her face, she stood next to her friends as they flipped through the song booklet. Jake couldn't help himself as he lifted his hands up and signed one of the only two words he remembered from Prue. "Smile."
She shook her head, clearly fighting a grin as she lifted her finger and flipped him off before signing back the only other word he remembered. "Asshole."
He couldn't have contained the laugh even if he'd tried. From beside him, he noticed Peter's smile grow, and for a second, he wanted to ask him why, but then the drug-dealing biker sat down across from him. "Give us the booth Pete."
Peter nodded, sliding out of Lena's seat and walking with his brother to the bar. Dom hadn't given him any trouble since the first time he ran into the man in the alley, but Jake still tensed. With a forced tone of calm and uncaring, he asked, "Is there a problem?"
The biker smirked. "I ain't gonna kick your ass or nothing if that's what you're asking."
"Can't blame me for being on the cautious side after the other night."
"A fair point." He turned his head, looking over at the stage where Lena was now trying to help her friends decide on a song. "I wanted to say thank you."
"What for?"
"Being with her after I…" Shaking his head, Dom sighed. "Trouble always seems to follow her, and I guess lately I've been realizing more and more that I can't always be there to keep her head above water." On that, it seemed Jake and the drug dealer agreed. Lena was a woman that lived just a few steps ahead of the storm, and while he knew little about what she had put behind her that made everyone so damn protective, he knew enough to recognize the danger. "I didn't think you were gonna stick around this long. I took one look at you, a hot-headed, ill-tempered little boy running his mouth to anyone and everyone, and figured you'd run out of steam long before now." With a chuckle and a smile that Jake would describe as almost friendly, he said, "Guess I'm saying I'm glad you're still here to help keep her out of trouble."
It felt weird, having someone - especially someone like Dom - thank him. He could count on one hand the number of times he'd been sincerely thanked for anything. It was rare and often tied to a string of favors. This wasn't, though. This was a type of gratitude Jake was unfamiliar with, a type that required practically nothing from him. Dom, a man who commanded respect, thanked him for something that Jake enjoyed. "I'm just being a friend."
The man shook his head. "Lena has plenty of friends, but none of them are like you. Whether you see it or not, you're important to her. Don't waste it pretending it's as simple as friendship."
His gut instinct to deny the truth of Dom's words came bubbling up his throat, but anything he would've said was silenced as the music finally came roaring to life on stage. The girls huddled around the singular microphone, Quinn on the left, Lena on the right, and Prue in the center with her hands raised up in an easy signing position. I Got You, Babe, by Sonny and Cher, was not the song he'd imagined them choosing, but it fit the trio well.
Lena's voice was light and perfectly melodic as she sang Cher's lines with a smile. Quinn's naturally lower voice suited Sonny's part well enough; the impression she had of the old singer, however, did not. Giggling would occasionally fill the microphone as Prue attempted to vocalize the background harmony while she signed the words. It was chaotic, but not a single person in the crowd complained as they sang along and cheered the trio on.
Ozzy's tall figure stood next to their booth with a smile. "Been a while since I've heard that voice."
"She doesn't sing often?" He asked, wondering why she wouldn't with a voice like that.
"She used to." He chuckled. "Drove everyone damn crazy some mornings. She stopped after Jack passed." The bar owner's face grew solemn as he looked over at Dom. "Seems like our girl's getting some of that spirit back."
The biker glanced at Jake, nodding. "Looks like it."
"I got you, babe."
*
Hearing the crowd's encouraging cheers and their enthusiastic waves and smiles made me feel almost giddy. It had been so long since I’d been on the stage, so long since I’d really let myself enjoy the little things that had once been normal. My eyes lifted to the bar, where just for a moment, I could have sworn I saw my dad’s hulking figure standing at the office door. Prue squealed beside me, latching onto my arm and shaking me. “That was so much fun!”
Quinn wrapped an arm around me with a smug smirk. “Told ya!”
I shook it off, returning their smiles. “Yeah, yeah, you were right. Whatever!”
We made our way back to the table, where Ozzy served a round of drinks to Dom and Jake, who sat across from one another in a way that made me suspicious. Oz turned, wrapping me in a bone-crushing hug. “My little showstopper!”
“Oz!” I giggled. “It was hardly showstopping.”
“Nonsense, it’s you, so it’s always magnificent.”
Once he let me go, I turned my gaze back to the two men sitting in the booth. “Having a nice conversation?”
Dom looked over at Jake and shrugged a shoulder. “I was perfectly pleasant.”
“Sure.” I nodded to Jake, who looked at Dom with an uncertain expression. “You wanna get out of here for a bit?”
He knew what I meant and carefully slid out of the booth. “Sure.”
Once the noise from the bar faded and the slightly chilled breeze washed over us in the alley, I turned. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” he answered, slightly confused. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
“Dom can be…” The image of him bloody and angry popped into my mind. “Overprotective.”
“I noticed.” Jake opened the gym door, holding it for me as we slid through. “He was just thanking me for helping out the other night.”
My eyes widened slightly as I searched Jake's face, waiting for some kind of punchline. "Really?"
"Yeah," he said. "Why does he not do that often?"
"No. Dom's not exactly the most vocal guy." I bumped his shoulder. "He must like you."
Before Jake could answer, Patrick whistled. "Oi! Jerky Jake, grab some gloves and hop in the ring!"
Jake looked at him with confusion. "Aren't we meeting tomorrow morning?"
"We are. It ain't me you're gonna fight tonight."
Peter moved from inside the ring and smiled. "I'm the challenger. If you're down for a quick match."
Looking over at me, the silent question hung between us. Is this okay? I shrugged. "If you think you can take him, hop on in, Jerky Jake."
"If I win, do I get a new name?" He asked, rolling his eyes.
"No," Patrick and I answered.
He draped his jacket over my shoulders before walking off toward the locker room. I hid my smile as I shoved my hands through his sleeves. Looking up at Peter, I sighed. "Are you up for this?"
He made a face, annoyed and slightly worried. "I want to at least try, and Jake's honorable enough not to kill me."
"He's also still kind of shit." Patrick shrugged. "It's the truth!"
Jake joined us again moments later, now dressed in more casual breathable clothes. He hopped into the ring and got to work preparing for a match.
I leaned on the ropes, watching Jake secure his gloves, and listened to Patrick's instructions. "Peter's got the technical advantage while you've got the physical. Don't get cocky."
"And just be prepared," I added. "Win or lose, he's gonna be such a good sport it'll annoy the hell out of you."
Jake smiled. "Noted." Once Patrick left his side to talk to Peter, he stepped closer. "Gonna give me a good luck kiss, princess?"
I leaned forward, my lips hovering over his. "Raincheck?"
He bit his cheek and shook his head. "Now you're just being mean."
"Try not to get your ass kicked too bad. It'd really fuck up your reputation, tough guy."
The match itself was slower than a normal one would be, and while Peter looked in better shape than he had months ago, he was still struggling to keep up. Jake was clearly holding back, taking Peter's hits without even really attempting to dish any out, and my brother knew it. He stopped, lowering his arms with a sigh. "Hit me."
Jake followed through with a weak punch to Peter's shoulder. The movement barely rocked him. Pete shook his head. "Fucking hit me, Jake."
"I'm not gonna hit you, Peter," he replied.
"Then we're gonna be here all night." Peter landed another slow blow. "HIT ME!"
That was when Jake moved faster than he intended, throwing a real punch that hit my brother square in the gut. Patrick and I jumped slightly, hands tight on the ropes as we prepared to jump over and help him. Jake was frozen in place as he looked down at my brother, who lay across the mat, breathing heavily.
Peter's laughter instantly put us all at ease. "Well, shit! You've got some chance at this, after all!" Jake held out a hand and helped him to his feet. Peter shook his hand, his smile never faltering. "Keep that up, and you'll be ready for a real match in no time, little brother."
The smile on Jake's face said it all as he looked at me. "You're right. That is annoying."
"I told you," I replied with a grin.
Patrick tucked under the ropes and slapped him on the shoulder. "Hell yes! Just a bit more practice on that footwork, and you'll be ready for a real fight."
As Jake changed, I slapped Peter's arm. "What the hell was that?"
He shrugged. "I wanted to see if I was strong enough to take a hit."
Patrick nodded along. "Well, you are."
"You're both fucking stupid."
I made my way out into the alley, sitting on the couch and letting Whisky jump in my lap. Jake joined us shortly, awkwardly sitting next to me. "Are you mad?"
"That you punched my idiot brother?" I laughed. "No."
"Thank god," he breathed, reaching over to pet Whisky. 
Usually, he'd have lit a cigarette already, but tonight he just leaned into my side and pet the hairless cat. "No smoke tonight?"
"Nah," he replied. "I don't really feel like I need one."
"Okay," I replied, smiling. "Whisky isn't too big a fan of the smell anyway."
Jake scoffed and shook his head. "Hemingway loves the smell."
*
The brush smoothed along the surface of the canvas, leaving a thin trail of vibrant cerulean in the path I carved. Soft, even strokes helped mingle the dark shade with the lighter ones just enough to shift the overall hue of the waves. Teal paint bled into the water as I gently dipped the tip of the brush in the small glass jar, washing it around for a moment and watching the color move through the water before I pulled it out and applied the wet brush to the canvas, smoothing over the paint to blend it further.
The noise of the city outside was almost unnoticeable as I lost myself in the art and to the feeling of freedom I'd long forgotten it brought me. Art. The expression or application of human creative skill and imagination. To the billions of people that populated this planet, art was subjective to the eyes that beheld it. Each piece, each artist, a topic of debate to try and put a physical value or price tag on it to determine its worth. A pointless venture, one that changed more than the phases of the moon.
I remembered the stifling feeling of those rich, snobbish eyes on my paintings. I remembered feeling naked under the expensive and lavish gown my mother and Tony had squeezed me into. Most of all, I remembered looking at the painting everyone admired and wondering in my mind, the only place of solace I'd been allowed, why I felt nothing. No matter how many people complimented my work or technique, the piece in front of me remained empty. A void, I'd realized years later, a place for me to depict how I felt beneath the makeup and clothing. A silent cry for help that no one heard but me.
"So much talent! And for one so young!" An older woman adorned in fine silk and sparkling jewels cried out as she smiled at the looming shadow beside me. "You must be a very proud patron."
His laugh, deep and foreboding, sent chills down my spine. The weight of his arm curling possessively around my shoulders and his hand squeezing my arm made me feel nauseous. "Very proud indeed. Lena is an extraordinary girl."
The woman practically swooned at him, eating up his fake smile and fake words with glee. "Oh, Anthony! How did you ever come to discover such a hidden talent?"
"Hidden?" Tony questioned with a shake of his head. "It was never hidden from me. Nothing is, right, Lena?"
I looked up, daring to meet his gaze as the hand on my arm squeezed tighter. The dead gray of them spoke the words he didn't, his smile never faltering. "Right."
All too pleased with my compliance, he turned away, re-engaging in conversation. From across the room, my mother scowled at me, waiting until the passersby had left before storming over to us and turning me, pulling roughly on my hair to tighten it back into place. "Are you trying to embarrass us?" Before I could answer, she turned me again and shoved against my chest, forcing my back straighter. "Stand up straight, Lena! Chin up, neck extended!"
My eyes stung with repressed tears that the pain my fractured rib caused me in this position. My breaths were shallower, the pressure of my injuries making sure I got less air than I needed. Tony set a hand on my mother's cheek, and she calmed instantly, meeting his eyes with a sparkling gaze and a soft smile. "Relax, Jennifer, everyone's so focused on her painting they'll hardly remember her slouching."
"You're right," she said with a laugh. "You always are, dear Anthony."
I spared a look at the painting that hung beside me, bathed in light to properly showcase the colors. Intricate and ornate and entirely void of life. An empty thing created simply to fill space. A reflection of myself.
The brush held firm on the canvas as I breathed through the mild sensation of old panic and hopelessness. Soon the steadiness of the brush began to waver as tremors overtook my hands. The brush fell to the floor, followed closely by the glass jar of colored water as I moved my arm out to steady myself on the stool.
My front door slammed open, and Ryker shoved himself inside, gun in his hand and eyes scanning the room before quickly finding me. "What happened?"
"Nothing," I breathed out. "Nothing happened. I just…"
He put the gun away and came to my side, carefully pulling me into his arms and hugging me. "What do you need?"
I closed my eyes, trying to slow my breathing and regain control of my still-shaking hands. "Just stay and talk."
"That I can do," Ryker insisted.
"Thank you."
He talked for what felt like hours, telling me every story he could think of, most at Dom's expense. Eventually, my body relaxed, and Ryker eased into moving around my living room, helping me reorganize the massive piles of canvases, both painted and blank. He set a pile of sketchbooks down on my counter and smiled. "I remember when you always had one of these with you. Rain or shine, no matter where you went, you had one of your little books and some pencils."
I leafed through the colored pages, admiring the scribbles of my younger self. "Yeah, it was nice getting to draw stuff I wanted to."
With a wide grin, he turned the sketchbook he'd been looking through toward me, revealing my old sketch of him. "You sure know how to capture my good side."
"Every side is your good side," I reassured him, punching his cheek and snatching the book out of his hand.
It was old, bound in rich red leather, and practically falling apart. One of my oldest sketchbooks and one filled with faces I'd drawn. My dad. Ozzy. Patrick. Peter. Nana and Abdul. Quinn. Prue. Everyone that meant something to me. The pages were stained with smudges, but the pictures I'd drawn still held some life in them. Compared to my most recent one, the one I'd filled with new faces from 22West, it looked like a book you'd find in some dumpster.
I set the book beside my newer one, blue leather still tightly bound beside the old one. Ryker helped himself to some leftovers as my phone rang. The wide smile practically made my cheeks hurt as I looked down at Jake's familiar number. "Hello?"
"Hey," he answered, sounding a bit breathless. "You busy?"
"Nope," I replied, shooing Ryker out of my apartment. "What's up?"
"Bored. Figured you'd have something for me to do."
I cleaned up after Ryker, opting to save the dishes for later. "Did you just finish your training session with Patrick?"
Jake chuckled. "Yeah, he got in a few good hits today."
"Well, how about some lunch at Nana's to help with your aches and pains, tough guy?"
"Sounds fun. See you there."
"See you there."
Nana's was just a few blocks down the road, but by the time I'd changed, I was certain Jake would be waiting for me outside. Instead, I found him sitting at a table, laughing with Nana as she set plates upon plates of food down in front of him. When she turned to get more, she saw me, her eyes lighting up with joy. “There she is! My lovely girl!”
I kissed her cheeks and smiled at her. “Hi, Nana. Trying to make him pop?”
Jake laughed at my joke while Nana swatted my arm. “He’s thin! The boy needs to eat!”
“Well,” I said, sitting down across from him. “I hope you’re hungry.”
“I am,” he replied with a smile. “Besides, the food here is so good I don’t know if I’ll be able to resist.”
I nodded. “That’s how she gets you.”
“Truly dastardly.”
We ate and talked for an hour or so before we were roped into delivering more food to Prue and Ozzy. Prue and Katie welcomed us with open arms and growling stomachs. Prue taught Jake some more words in sign language. The sight of him so intentionally paying attention and trying to follow along with her teachings without words made my heart swell. Katie nudged me. "Not gonna fuck him, my ass."
I scoffed at her. "I'm not."
"Oh, sure!" She replied with a grin. "I might not be very smart, but even I know what that look means!"
Prue made a loud noise, a cheer, as Jake got the sign right. Waving me over, she pointed to him. "Watch!"
Jake repeated the motions just as she had. "I like Lena Harrow."
My eyes went wide, and my face burned as Jake looked up with a tilt of his head. "What did I say?"
"Nothing!" I replied over Katie. Turning to Prue, I signed, "I'm gonna get you back for that bitch."
"What? I thought it was cute!" She giggled, giving Jake a hug. "He's a quick learner."
"What's she saying?"
"That you're a quick study," I replied. "Come on, you don't need any more compliments."
Just as we turned, Patrick walked through the door, his hair smoothed back and his clothes looking better than usual as he picked at the bouquet of flowers in his hand. Jake and I paused, all three of us staring at each other, questions waiting on each of our tongues. "Not a word, Lena." My brother warned. "Or I'll make my boyfriend jokes even worse." He added in Irish.
I nodded. "Good to see you, big brother."
"Jake," Patrick greeted as he passed to stand at the front desk, where Katie returned, eyes wide and cheeks pink as she looked at him and the flowers.
"Patrick," Jake replied with a grin.
"Have a nice date!" I replaced, slipping out the door as his loud fuck off echoed through the glass.
The bar was slow when Jake and I arrived, moving through the bouncers and the bikers, who all sniffled the air and mumbled about how hungry they were. Ozzy was behind the bar, looking down at a small stack of papers, signing here and there. "Order for the mighty Oz!"
He looked up, smiling at the sound of my voice. "No wonder why it's taken so long! Nana entrusted my meal to the chatterbox!"
I scoffed. "Don't look at me. It's all Jake's fault!"
Jake glanced at me. "Really?"
Ozzy opened his meal, happily digging in before gesturing between the two of us. "What have you two been up to today… together?"
"Lunch," I replied. "So scandalous, I know."
"Well, it seems like fate then that I just so happened to find a box of old photos."
"No!" Ozzy set the box on the bar between him and Jake, easily holding me back with his arm as I tried to reach around him to get it. "Jake, don't even think about looking!"
He'd already pulled out a stack of photos, grinning ear to ear as he flipped through them. "Holy shit. This just became the best day ever." He held one up, one of me and Quinn at the arcade looking like idiots.
I reached over, trying to snatch it from him. "Gimme!"
"Here, look at these ones," Ozzy said, handing him another stack.
"Ozzy!"
The two of them laughed at my expense for twenty minutes. Ozzy even promised to look for the old home videos my dad had recorded for Jake to see before the subject finally changed. The topic, however, didn't exactly spare me any attention. "Did all your paintings make it to your place alright?"
I nodded. "Yeah, they're all still in one piece. Though you were right, I might have too many."
"Paintings?" Jake asked.
"You haven't seen them?" Ozzy asked as I smacked my head on the bar. "Lena is quite the artist!"
"This has been absolute torture," I whined, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "See you later, big guy."
Outside, Jake looked at me again, eyebrows raised. "Paintings?" He repeated.
I groaned. "Seriously? Were the pictures not enough for you?"
"Oh, come on, you did say you'd show me last time we hung out at Nana's."
"Fine, I will, but that means you'll have to return the favor with your photography."
"Deal."
Back at my apartment, Jake sifted through my old canvases and ate up all the stories I’d share with him about each one, eyes bright and focused solely on me. It was addictive and somewhat intimate in ways I didn’t understand. "You have a lot more than I was expecting."
"Yeah," I scratched the back of my neck. "I had a lot of time after moving in with my dad. It was easier to express how I felt with paint. Words… They're harder to put together."
Lifting an old piece of Cape Cod, gloomy and swimming in dark colors and muted tones, he nodded. "I think I understand. I'm not exactly good with words either."
I arched a brow. "No? And here I thought you were charming."
"Flirting doesn't count," he replied with a wink. "We both know I'm good at that."
"Uh-huh."
He moved to my sketchbooks, flipping through the pages of my youth, appreciating each one. He stopped on my dads sketch, smiling at the picture. "You look a lot like him."
The compliment was so genuine and innocent that it almost brought tears to my eyes. I tucked my hair behind my ear and shrugged, suddenly feeling self conscious about the whole thing. "Really? Everyone always said I looked like my mom."
Jake made a face of disgust as he shook his head. "You don't look anything like her. She always looks so… Cold and judgmental, while you," he paused, looking up at me. "You look warm… Approachable like your dad looked."
"Thanks," I whispered.
"What's in this one?" He asked, setting down the older book in favor of the new one, the one he absolutely could not see.
"That one isn't done yet," I replied hastily while also trying to not draw too much attention to it. Still, he started turning the pages. "Wait!"
His mouth curved into a smile at the sight of the sketch of the restaurant. It only kept growing as he continued, flipping through the sketches of our coworkers until he stopped at his. Looking up, those eyes gleamed, prideful and smug. "You drew me?"
I tried snatching it out of his hands, but he quickly moved the book out of the way. "I drew everyone."
"What's this writing at the bottom?"
"Jake!" I jumped for the book again.
"Eyes so blue I drown,
In an ocean vast and deep,
Storm clouds gather,
And the sky cries out.
A cry for death,
A cry for life,
A cry for peace,
Eyes so blue he drowns."
After reading my poor poem, the smile faded slightly, his eyes scanning the words a second time. Then a third. After the fourth readthrough, he finally asked, "You wrote this about me?"
I shrugged, finally catching the edge of the book. He held firm as I tried to pull it from his hands. "Kind of. I'd drawn everyone else but couldn't get your eyes right. You probably thought I was staring at you to be flirty, but a lot of the time, I was trying to get a good look at your eyes. And once I finished them…" This sounds so dumb, I thought. "The words just kind of came to me, and I wrote them down. It's stupid, I know."
"It's actually pretty good." He smiled again, softer than before. Real.
"Oh?" I tried to hide my blush. "Never would have taken you for a man that likes shitty poetry."
"Maybe I just like your shitty poetry."
My face burned under his intensely sincere gaze as I pulled on the book harder. Jake leaned forward, towering over me with a satisfied grin. "Let go."
After a second chuckling at me, he let me take the book, closing it and setting it on the counter. "Are you gonna teach me something about painting now?"
"Do you want me to?" I asked with a nervous laugh.
"Why not?"
"I'm not much of a teacher," I answered.
Jake shrugged off his jacket. "Come on, princess, teach me something."
I relented too quickly, gathering my paints and clean water and setting up a new canvas on my easel. Once everything was ready, I handed Jake my brushes. "Hold these. I have to change."
Slipping into my bedroom, I searched for my usual painting clothes, a baggy T-shirt and shorts, but when those were found at the bottom of my hamper, I had to improvise. The tank top was a size too small, and the shorts were a pair of Patrick's I'd accidentally grabbed, but it'd have to do. Jake was still waiting when I returned. His eyes widened at the sight of my outfit. "Not a word," I warned.
He held a laugh. "You look good."
Grabbing my brushes, I organized them around my station and sighed, settling in the high stool. "Well, where do you want to start?"
"You're the teacher," he retorted, standing close beside me, pulling out and lighting a cigarette. "Why don't you just start, and I'll try to keep up."
"Alright," I picked a large brush dipping it in the water for a minute before wetting the canvas. "We'll start with technique. This is called wet on wet. It's where you wet the canvas before applying paint. It's best for watercolors and bleeding colors together."
He nodded, seemingly paying attention, but I caught a glimpse of that gaze. Dark and hungry and full of mischief. "Wet on wet sounds fun."
I rolled my eyes and squeezed a few drops of paint onto my tray. "Now I'm gonna cover the whole canvas in this yellow-orange color. We can layer more color on top to help us get the perfect  sunset look." Focusing on the canvas, I ignored the clamoring noises off to the side of me until the easel bumped and Jake's hands set on my thighs. Looking down at him, now kneeling in front of my knees, I narrowed my eyes. "What are you doing?"
His fingers caught the hem of my shorts, the cigarette hanging from in between his lips, tugging them down impatiently. "Lift." With a sigh, I followed his request, lifting my hips to help him get my pants and underwear off.
"I thought you wanted an art lesson."
Jake smirked, blowing the smoke up toward me before putting it back between his lips, freeing his hands to carefully pull my legs apart. "I do. Just keep going."
"Fine," I huffed, trying to ignore the burning in my cheeks whenever I let myself recognize that he had my entire pussy in his face. The intense hammering of my heart and the pool of pleasure building in my gut as he pulled me forward and gripped my hips in his hands was thrilling and too distracting for me to keep going.
I could feel him breathe smoke out across my skin as he chuckled, tapping my thigh with his fingers. "Is the lesson over?"
"No!" I yipped, shaking myself out of the trance he'd put me in. I refused to give him that kind of satisfaction. "Wet on wet," I continued trying to recall where exactly I'd left off.
"Wet indeed," he teased, dragging his fingers through my folds.
My face, my whole damn body, was on fire. I bit my cheek and kept my eyes trained on the yellow and orange hues in front of me, mixing some red onto the brush and lifting it to stroke across the canvas, making sure to do it as sloppily as I could to ensure Jake got splashed with some of the drops. If it'd bothered him he didn't say. He just continued his lazy motions for a moment and smoked his cigarette. If I hadn't been so concentrated on trying not to moan, I would have complimented his ability to multitask.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and continued, "Once you mix enough red in around the edges, creating a nice contrast to the yellow, you'll wet the brush again and-" His fingers slid over my clit, making my jolt as the instant pleasurable sensation hit me with a sharp gasp. Jake's blue eyes drank in every bit of it. I breathed out and straightened up again. "And blend out the harsh edges."
"Edges…" I remembered his half-threat, half-promise from Ari's hotel room.  Fuck. He held the cigarette up with a wicked grin. "Hold that for me, princess. I'm gonna need both my hands."
"Jake-" My fingers accepted the cigarette, and the desperate plea for mercy died on my tongue as he gave me a smug look. He'd be insufferable if I admitted defeat after all the shit-talking and all the riling up I'd been doing since that night. So I closed my mouth and gripped my paintings tight. "Don't bump my easel while you're down there."
His smirk widened, and his thumb rolled over my clit again. "Yes, ma'am."
God damn him! I lifted my head up, sucking in a deep breath as his fingers worked my clit in earnest now. Trying to paint with a very attractive bartender between my thighs was not at all what I imagined would happen today. Not that I could really complain. I managed to keep myself fairly composed, only slipping up a few times with heather breaths and some choice curves, but all my resilience just made Jake want it more.
I gave up trying to talk him through my actions when his fingers slid inside me, stealing my breath in seconds and forcing me to bite down on my lower lip to keep from giving into the pent-up moan I held in my throat. His pace was slow and languid, focused on building up the pleasure and pressure rather than trying to bring me to orgasm. It felt good, and he knew it. When my chest started heaving a little harder, he lifted his head up slightly, nodding to the cigarette that faded in between my fingers. "Give me a drag?"
Placing the cigarette between his lips, I let him take a long drag of it before pulling it away to place it in between my own lips. Maybe that'd help calm my nerves. Jake blew the smoke across my skin again, making it break out in goosebumps. His teeth scraped against my inner thigh, and in the blink of an eye, his mouth was on me. "Ah!" I breathed out a startled moan, my legs closing on instinct.
Jake's fingers left me as his large hands wrapped around my thighs, keeping them pried open. The cigarette fell from between my fingers into my paint water, fizzling for a moment as it snuffed out. My eyes closed tightly, the paintbrush pressing hard into the canvas creating long drip lines through the sunset hues. The warmth of Jake's tongue licking and sucking at my core made my legs shake, and my chest burn with the effort to keep my noises inside. He swirled his tongue around my already pulsing clit, and my composure snapped.
The brush clattered to the ground, just narrowly missing his shoulder as my hands slid into his silky hair. He hummed, the vibrations only making my body want more. "Oh my god! Jake," I breathed, head falling back.
He answered my breathless whisper of his name with his teeth, scraping them against my sensitive bud, trying to coax another moan from me. I could practically hear him encouraging me, the sensual whisper of his voice something my mind was well familiar with. Louder. More. Give me more. He pulled me closer again, startling me into leaning back, my hand reaching back to steady myself against the counter.
Jake's hands moved, one sliding up my leg to support my lower back while the other slid up my stomach. He cupped my breast, deft fingers once again working my sensitive nipple through the course material of my shirt. My eyes squeezed shut even tighter, making me see white for a minute as my hands pulled at his hair. "Fuck!" The pleasure building inside me was so close to exploding. "Jake!"
I could feel the corners of his lips lift, smug even now, as his tongue quickened the pace. His blunt nails dug into my back, urging me to let go, to give him the thing he'd been slowly forcing to build inside. "I'm… Shit…" My body was practically shaking now as I dared to look down and meet his eyes. The blue was gone, replaced by black pools of lustful desire. "I'm close."
A single flaming star burned in those dark eyes, a star that seemed to accept my words as some kind of challenge. And he was determined to win. His hand squeezed my breast one last time before disappearing beneath his head, sliding inside me with ease, pumping quickly to match the urgent pace of his tongue as it honed in on my abused clit. My eyes fluttered shut, ragged moans filling my apartment as I begged him, pleading with him to keep going. I could feel how every sound I made, every word I said, affected him.
I came on his fingers and tongue with a cry of his name and a sharp tug on the strands of hair still worn between my fingers. "Jake!"
He licked up every drop of my release before bringing his fingers to his mouth and cleaning them. Once he'd finished he settled back on his feet, grabbing my thighs and squeezing them for a second before he reached over and grabbed my underwear. Smiling, he offered them up. "I believe these are yours."
Ignoring the knowledge that my face was likely redder than the painting in front of us, I snatched them out of his hand. "You don't have to be so smug, you know."
Standing, he shrugged. "No, but it's more fun that way." I tried to stand, nearly tripping as my legs wobbled unsteadily. His smugness only grew as he asked, "Need a hand, princess?"
"No!" I managed to get my underwear back on without falling face-first into the mess of paint that I'd unknowingly made in my orgasmic haze of hands and movement.
Jake whistled, looking at the mess, while I couldn't look anywhere but at him. His hair was standing up, huge chunks of paint staining the dark strands, much brighter shades of red and orange. He turned toward me, looking like he was about to say something snarky, but before he could - and before I could stop myself - I'd taken hold of his shirt and pulled myself up to kiss him.
His lips were stiff at first, surprised by my sudden action, but after a moment had passed, they softened. Jake's hand lifted to cup the back of my head as his lips moved against mine. The light taste of myself lingered on him as my tongue darted out to taste his lips. As he opened his mouth, determined to devour me further, I pulled back.
"I thought we agreed, no kissing," he questioned breathlessly.
"We did..." I scrambled to come up with an excuse better than sorry you just looked so pretty standing in my apartment looking around like an idiot after eating me out. "It just seemed like the best way to thank you for all that hard work." 
Jake fought a smile, dipping his head down to press his lips against mine again. "That one was cause I wanted to."
"Ass."
He caught a glimpse of my handiwork in the mirror and almost snorted laughing. "I think you got more paint on me than you did the canvas!"
I poked at the now-dry paint speckling the sides of his face and stuck in his hair. "Yeah, you're definitely gonna need help getting that out." Tugging him toward my room, "Come on."
Just like with every new space, Jake drank in the sight of my bedroom, curious but respectful. He admired the bed full of pillows and an old pile of half-folded laundry, but the antique wardrobe Quinn thrifted for me held his gaze longer. I watched him from the bathroom doorway, quietly appreciating how naturally he fit into a space I shared with so few. His long fingers ran over the old wood, eyes dazzled by the craftsmanship before him. "Does it live up to your expectations?"
Jake turned his head, eyes dragging down my body. I ducked my head, suddenly too aware of the fact I was only in my old underwear and a slightly too-small tank top covered in dried paint. "Kind of," he said. "I guess I always imagined it'd look like your old room from The Cape. This is more you, though."
"A compliment, I hope," I replied, turning to get my counter cleaned up.
"The highest."
I let the warm water run between my fingers for a minute before turning to look at him. "Shirt off."
Without hesitation, he began tugging the thin white material off. "Thought you'd never ask."
The sight of his chest made me pause, watching every flex and movement with wonder. When his shirt was over his head, I looked away, pulling a stool over to the sink. I set a towel over the edge, acting as a neck pillow for him, and patted the top. "Hop up."
Jake sat down and leaned back, blue eyes shining beneath my bathroom lights as I reached over him and fiddled with the temperature for a moment before letting it fill my palm so I could wet his head.
"It's not too hot, is it?" I asked, looking down at him as I ran my fingers through his damp hair, testing.
Jake looked breathless for a moment, his lips parting ever so slightly as his dark eyes scanned my face before meeting my gaze. "It's fine." The words sounded harsh, but the look on his face told me he hadn't intended for it to be that way. "It feels good."
I smiled, gently massaging his scalp. "I used to do this a lot with Peter and Patrick. They'd always find a way to get gum or something sticky in it. They even got lice once! Patrick swears it was Peter's fault, but of course, Peter claims the opposite."
"Knowing your brothers, it was probably a collective effort."
The laugh that echoed off my bathroom walls was too loud and embarrassing, but Jake seemed to like it. "Probably. Sorry for getting your hair all fucked up."
He rolled his eyes before closing them. "A bit of paint getting clumped in my hair is hardly fucking it up. Should show you the pictures from when Simone used to cut my hair. I looked like one of The Beatles one year."
"Oh my god, please!"
Jake laughed, looking up at me with those eyes. "Raincheck?"
"I'll hold you to it," I warned, returning my focus to working the paint out of his hair. As the comfortable silence pulled me into an odd sense of security, my eyes drifted once again down his bare chest.
Training with Patrick had resulted in Jake's arms growing lean with well-defined muscle. I could tell by the stiffness of his abdomen that my brother wasn't skipping other workouts in favor of his arms. "Like what you see?"
My eyes quickly looked anywhere but him, a bashful smile tugging at my lips as I turned, reaching for some shampoo. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Suuurreee," he drew out with a grin. "Feel free to stare as long as you like. I don't mind."
"Shut up," I mumbled, lathering the shampoo in my hands before massaging it into his hair.
His eyes shut, and his whole body relaxed with a lovely sound. "You're gonna put me to sleep."
"Good," I giggled. "Then I won't have to listen to you talk."
"Want to ogle my muscles in peace, do you?" He teased.
"Maybe." I looked back down at the tattoos that stained his pale skin, finally getting a chance to admire them closer. "I'm more interested in the tattoos, though."
Jake smiled wider, lifting his head slightly to look down at them. "Should have guessed. All ladies love the tattoos."
"Would you tell me about them?"
"Maybe." I gave him a look, and he instantly crumbled. "I will if you tell me about yours."
"All of mine or just the ones you know about?"
His brow rose, head tilting to the side and bonking against my sink. "There's more?"
With a smug smirk, I shrugged. "Maybe."
An amused scoff bubbled from his throat, and he asked, "Am I gonna have to guess?"
"I'll show you one if you want," I replied. "After you tell me about your tattoos."
“Ask away, princess. I’m an open book.”
My eyes took in the artwork that etched his skin, carefully considering my choices before I hummed. "What about this one?" I asked, removing one of my hands from his hair to poke the flowers on his upper arm.
Jake chuckled. "Drunk bet with an old buddy of mine. I lost."
"And the band?"
"Another impulsive decision made while half hammered."
I moved my other hand, leaning over him to touch the anchor on his other arm. "What about this one?"
His smile faded, and the light left his eyes. "I got that one for my mom. Or in spite of her, maybe… I don't…" He sighed. "She loved The Cape. Loved the ocean and ships. We had so many of the dumb things around the house. It's one of the only things I remember about it before moving in with Simone's family."
Nodding, I stoked the soft skin. "It's good to remember little things like that. Little things that made you happy once." My finger dragged down his arm, smoothing over the mermaid. "Now I get to ask you: why a mermaid?"
He shrugged, eyes still holding that far-off look. "I've kind of always liked them. Used to think it was a Cape thing. When I was a kid, Simone made up some story about my mom being a mermaid that had to return to the sea. It was… Comforting, I guess, at the time. After a while, it started getting harder and harder to remember what she looked like. Whenever I'd think of my mom Simone's face was all I could see."
I shoved down my disgust for Simone and what I knew she'd done with her position as Jake's maternal figure. "That's sad, but it makes some sense. You were young. Simone stepped up and raised you, so, of course, you'd picture her when thinking of a mom."
"Yeah," he replied. "I guess. Anyway, I got the mermaid because of that story she'd told me. She'll never admit this, but when she got back from France… After her divorce, she got a matching one."
On instinct, my nose scrunched at the nauseous feeling that came with his all-too-innocent reveal. "I'll be honest, I can't really picture Simone with a tattoo."
"She hates them," Jake answered, laughing. A look, fond, and if I'd been as naive as I used to be, something I would have thought was full of love. "But she got it for me. Something to show me that she'd never abandon me again."
Something to placate your rightful anger at her for leaving you in the first place. I bit my tongue. "What about this one?" I thumbed the words over his ribcage. "Together/Or?"
Jake's momentary joy dwindled slightly as he ground his teeth together. I was about to tell him he didn't need to share it with me, but then he spoke, "I got that one while Simone was in France with her asshole husband. Before she left, she said she and I were destined to be together, no matter how much space separated us. Together or separate. It made more sense in my head."
This time it was my turn to clench my jaw as I tried to think of something nice to say. "It looks good. It might hold some… Less pleasant memories, but as long as it brings you some kind of peace now, that's all that matters."
"Yeah," he said softly, eyes refocusing on me as I finished rinsing the shampoo from his hair and turned to grab a towel. Once I'd dried his hair a bit, examining it closely to make sure I got all the paint out, Jake smiled. "My turn."
Tossing the towel in the hamper, I held out my arms. "Ask away. I’m an open book."
Jake took a step forward, reaching out to push my hair away from my shoulder to run his fingers down my spine. "Might as well start with this one."
"The snake." I smirked up at him. "Your favorite."
"Can't decide which one's my favorite until I know about all of them."
I hummed in response before answering the question his fingers asked. "I got it after I'd been clean for a year. A symbol of, well, shedding my old life… and all the pain that came with it."
He understood, on some deep level, Jake knew exactly why something as simple as a tattoo would help purge the darkest of things clinging to the soul. His fingers moved again, sliding down my arm to the tiger. "And this one?"
"My first tattoo. I got it when I came to live with my dad. He used to say I was like a tiger. I had the rage and the claws meant for killing, but inside I was just a big cat. It was also the first time Quinn and I met Prue. We were sixteen."
"Quinn get one?" He asked.
I bit my lip to contain my laugh. "She got a peach on her ass with juicy inked in the leaf."
He laughed. "That sounds like her." The feel of his fingers sliding along my hip, tracing the intricate lines of the mermaid tail, felt too soft, too good. "I already know the story behind this one. With your mom and all."
"Yeah," I answered. "It's still pretty, though."
"It's very pretty," he reassured me, body sliding closer to mine as he bent slightly to tap my knee. "And this one. You said it was a reminder… That there are worse things than death."
I gulped, my jaw clenching and my body feeling tight as I nodded. "You remember François?"
Jake's face fell slightly, most likely remembering the hour he spent holding me as I sobbed in the stairwell. "Yeah."
"It's for him. Kind of. It's a reminder that things you love can get taken away from you if you're not careful." I cleared my throat, desperately trying to keep from crying again. "He lost the things he loved because of me, and so… When I got the chance, I got the tattoo. It helped me cope with it all, I think. At least a little."
There was a moment of silence before Jake spoke again. "It might hold some… Less pleasant memories, but as long as it brings you some kind of peace now, that's all that matters."
I laughed softly at the use of my own words against me. "Touche."
"Now, what are the others?"
"I have cherries on my ass." I held up my finger and stopped him in his tracks. "Quinn made me get them!"
He nodded, brows raised, and a poorly concealed smirk plastered on his face. "Of course she did. Does it say juicy, too, or?"
Damn it. I looked away, blushing slightly as I committed to telling him the truth. I owed him that much after his honesty with me. "It says ‘bite me’ in the stems."
"Oh, I've gotta see that!" He replied, laughing.
"Ah! I have two more!"
Leaning back slightly, he gestured for me to continue. "Let's hear it. I wanna make an informed decision."
"Well, there's one on my chest, above the heart. Canis Major. It's a constellation. My dad's favorite one. Each star represents someone I care about. Sirius, the heart of it, is my dad. Muliphein, the head, is Peter. Mirzam, the front foot, is Ozzy. Furud, the back foot, is Nana and Abdul. Wezen, the ass, is Patrick. The tail, Aldura, is Quinn and Prue. And there's this tiny cluster of stars in the chest area, by the shoulder, called M41. That's Dom and his lot."
"Do I get a star?" He asked only half teasing
I smiled wider. "You can share the ass with Patrick."
His eyes showed the joy his face didn't as he nodded along. "Last one."
"On the ribs," I said. "It's a big koi fish. A simple ode to an old friend in Japan. Now, let’s get this over with. Which one do you want to see?”
Jake considered his choices for a moment before taking a slight step forward and placing his hands on my hips. “Show me the fish.”
“The fish?”
“Yep.”
“And here I thought you’d never pass up a chance to see my ass.”
He shrugged, a gleam in his eyes highlighting the blue. “Oh, I fully intend on seeing it eventually, but I figured I should save the best for last.”
I tugged my shirt up just enough to expose the tattoo that lined my ribs. “Uh-huh, whatever you need to tell yourself, tough guy.”
His attention quickly turned to the simple linework. His hands squeezed my hips for a second before one moved, fingers sliding along the dark ink, curving with my rib in a feather-light touch that made my body tingle. I flinched with a giggle, meeting his questioning gaze with a look. “Tickles.”
“Ah,” he replied with a smirk that was all too familiar.
I lifted my finger to his face, grabbing his hand quickly. “Don’t even think about it.”
Jake scoffed playfully. “I would never.”
My eyes flickered down to his lips, admiring the soft curve of them for a moment, wanting to kiss him again, before I laughed it off, reaching off to the side to hand him his shirt. “Here. It’s probably got a few paint stains, sorry.”
He took it from me, examining it for a quick moment before shrugging as he threw it over his head. “I think it’s an improvement.”
We headed back out to my living room, standing in front of the painting that had suffered from Jake’s overactive tongue. “Not my best work.”
“I think it’s perfect.” He smiled at me. “Showcases both our talents.”
I rolled my eyes at him, moving to pick up the trays and cups of water left out. “You can have it if you want.”
Humming, he seemed to consider my offer. "So, who taught you to paint anyway?" He asked, suddenly, finally looking away from our masterpiece.
“Softly now,” Rada said, gently pulling my brush back slightly. “We want the colors to blend. It’s not a fight, Lyubov'.”
I laughed, following her instructions to help the colors meld together. “Who do you think would win in a fight, blue or red?”
Rada wiped a small dot of paint off her uniform and polished the glasses beside me, smiling at my ridiculous question. Still, she looked around and leaned in close as if it was some sort of master secret. “Purple.”
The two of us laughed louder as she pressed a kiss to my head. “Purple is a nice color.”
“It’s my favorite color,” she admitted. “But don’t tell the others.”
“I won’t,” I answered.
"A cleaning lady," I suddenly replied without fully intending to. "She was an immigrant from Russia, where she was an art teacher."
Jake smiled at my openness. "Did she teach you Russian, too?"
Nodding, I laughed to myself. "Yeah. It took a while, but she made learning it fun." I laughed more, tears starting to build in my eyes. "She used to put random Post-it notes all over the penthouse, labeling random objects. I ran around like a dog to find them all and show her I knew the right words."
"You lived in a penthouse?" He asked, and I froze. "Was that when you and your mom traveled?"
"No." Shaking my head, I stood, shakily gathering up the rest of my things and taking them to the sink where my dishes from earlier still sat. I counted my breaths in my head and flexed my fingers to keep the numbness and the memories away.
I was thankful that Jake was who he was because even though I knew he had a list of questions a mile long, he said nothing. He stood up and moved beside me, quietly helping me wash the dishes and clean out the painting supplies and stack them on my drying rack. After the task in front of us was done, he smiled, tucking my hair behind my ear with a still-damp finger, making me squirm. "Thanks for the painting lesson, princess."
"It was hardly a lesson," I replied. "I bet you can't tell me a single thing I said."
"I remember the term 'wet on wet'."
"Do you remember what it means?"
"No," he admitted with a sly grin. "But regardless of how much information stuck in this thick head of mine, I enjoyed hearing you talk about it."
I could feel the heat rising to my face as I bashfully shrugged. "Thanks for listening. It…" Pausing, I breathed out a soft sigh and smiled up at him. "It means a lot."
Jake nodded, a look of understanding filling his face with a youthful glow. "I know."
"Next time, it's your turn."
"What?" His eyes widened slightly, his brow arching, the dirty implication of my words clearly on his mind.
I rolled my eyes, smiling wider. "To teach me about photography. I believe the exact phrase you used at Nana's was, 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours'?" Gesturing to the paintings that lay scattered around my living room, I continued, "I showed you mine."
With an understanding nod, he replied, "Well, it's only fair."
The longer I stared at him, standing in my apartment, looking at me like I was the real piece of art, my body longed for that dream to come to life. I wanted Jake, not just to know what sleeping with him would be like, but the fun and soft moments that could follow as well. “Do you-”
His phone cut off my train of thought, and the look in his eyes, slightly stressed, slightly relieved, told me in seconds who it was. He smiled at me, a silent apology for the interruption. “Hey, Simone. No, I’m not home yet.” There was a long pause as she spoke to him over the phone. “Yeah. Yeah. I’ll see you soon.”
Once he hung up, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “Duty calls?”
“Sorry, she needs some help with something.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “I… had fun tonight.”
“Me too.”
“See you at work?” I asked, tapping his foot with mine.
Jake nodded, a soft smile reassuring me that whatever Simone had called him for wasn’t going to cause him any stress. “Yeah. Goodnight, Lena.”
 I lifted myself up onto the tips of my toes and kissed his cheek. “Goodnight, Jake.”
*
From across the street he watched the man clad in leather and a simple t-shirt exit the apartment. The biker by the door smiled at him, shaking his hand and offering him some small conversation before he walked away down the street. He could just barely make out her shaded figure through the curtains as she moved through her atrocious apartment to turn off the light. “Should we follow him?”
Tony glanced away from the windows, following the man down the street with his eyes as he smoked his cigar. He said nothing, just gestured simply with his hand knowing the man beside him would understand his wishes.
“We should go,” Jules replied. “Before the other ones come down this street again.”
“Yes, we should. Wouldn’t want to rouse the old junkyard dog just yet.” He put the rest of his cigar out with his foot and smiled at the building. “Sweet dreams, baby girl.”
Once they’d walked a block or so away Tony unlocked his car, waiting with an annoyed look as one of his smaller paid men ran up to him, panting. “We found him, Sir.”
A cold smile spread on his lips. “Excellent.”
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Hullo dear Bluie! Remember when I sent a desert duo fake dating AU? Well, guess who had time (lies) to write some of it? Me! Do not ask why I made Bdubs a tsundere, he made me do it.
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He sat there, in silence, looking where he last saw the stranger. He blinked, realization dawned upon him as he hadn’t gotten their name or their pronouns, or anything about them except their cats. Which Scar approved, cats were always more than people. 
He sighed, looking at his forgotten book. He just really liked talking to this stranger. How can he see them again?
That was how he ended up at Cub’s apartment, slouching on the kitchen counter and moping. Cub let out an exasperate sigh at the sight of his friend and shook his head. 
“What’s wrong?” he asked, clearly trying to sound angry, but Scar knew Cub just like Cub knew him. He couldn’t hide the worry from his voice.
Scar just sighed dramatically. “I just met this stranger in the library later today, and I want to meet them again—they’re a cat lover, Cub, how can I not want to talk to them again—but I don’t know how,” he whined, burying his face in his hands.
Cub tutted, failing to hide his cheeky smirk, and placed a bowl of freshly cut vegetables in front of Scar. He immediately started to eat them, to calm the urge of chewing something. 
“You could go to the library every day until you see them again,” Cub suggested, opening the fridge. “Pasta or rice?”
“Mmm, definitely pasta,” Scar answered as he plopped another sweet pepper in his mouth. He then hummed in thought. “What would I do in the library every day? Keralis is gonna suspect something for sure, and he’ll tell xB, and if xB knows, then the whole town knows.”
Cub shrugged. “You’re the guy with the plans, I’m just the executioner.”
Scar scoffed. “Don’t say that,” he contemplated a cherry tomato before chewing on it. “You and Bdubs are better at making plans than me.”
Cub raised an eyebrow skeptically, glasses falling down his nose as he cut some carrots. “Whose idea was it to put more parks around the city?” Scar focused his gaze on the celery in his hand. “Whose idea was it to prioritize education? Whose idea was it to make local products more accessible?”
Scar grumbled a small “me ”, still keeping his gaze down. 
“That’s right,” he heard Cub’s smirk behind his words, “don’t ever let yourself forget that.”
Scar huffed out a laugh of disbelief as Cub adjusted his glasses back on his face, returning to his carrots. Scar munched on a red sweet pepper, thinking of the plan Cub suggested, turning it around in his head, looking at every crook and cranny, not realizing he was half-way through the bowl of raw vegetables. 
Who was he kidding, he never thought anything through.
“Cub,” said man hummed in acknowledgement, “I’m gonna go to the library every day from now on.”
Cub just raised his eyebrows in response. “Go get ‘em, whatever it is they say.”
Scar hummed, bouncing slightly in his seat as he ate a celery, excited about his plan. 
“You’re gonna do what?! ” Scar winced at the volume of Bdubs’ cry.
Bdubs just stared at him when Scar tried to give him an apologetic smile. He sighed, rubbing his temples.
“Is that really a good use of your time?”
“Says the guy who sneaks in his boyfriend to kiss him silly,” Scar muttered.
Bdubs spluttered, cheeks and ears red. “First off, he’s not my boyfriend,” he almost growled, “second, I’ll let you know I’ve planned the whole council meeting with the civilians for the weekend, which you should be preparing for, aka,” Bdubs shoved a finger to his chest for every word he said next, “your. Freakin’. Speech.”
Scar gave him a sheepish smile. “I’ll work on it in the library?”
Bdubs glared at him, a skeptical raise of his eyebrow.
“I promise I will!”
Bdubs scrunched his nose in disbelief. “Damn right you will.”
Scar forgot how intimidating Bdubs could be. Before he could relax, he jumped when a loud bang echoed in the room. Bdubs had dropped even more paperwork on his desk and he tried to hold in his whine, but at Bdubs’ glare, he knew it didn’t work.
The pile was huge, when he flipped through the paper, his hair flied out of his face. Bdubs crossed his arms.
“Remember what we talked about yesterday?”
How could Scar forget? Well, turns out, he could very much forget after spending the night at Cub’s and eating his famous spaghetti.
Bdubs groaned once again. “You forgot, didn’t you?”
He didn’t sound mad, he sounded disappointed, which was a Bdubs Scar didn’t want to confront or deal with. 
“Some of these are just checking the budget and what we should do—yes, it’s that time of the year,” Bdubs added at Scar’s pout. “But a lot are plans from other parties, and the opinion of the public. Just,” he paused and sighed, giving a sort of pleading look through his glare, “something to think about.”
Scar nodded, their last conversation coming back to his mind. His stomach churned at the thought. Everyone he knew had a partner (except Cub, but he liked to think Cub was special like that), he didn’t understand why was the idea so off-putting to him, as if it was wrong for him to have a partner. He saw movies, he wanted that deep connection, at least when he was younger. He later learned his friendships satisfied him, made him happy just like he wanted. 
Maybe he didn’t know true happiness unless he was with someone. Maybe he was just scared because it was something new. Surely that was why his stomach tied itself in knots and why his leg was vibrating. 
He just noticed his leg was bouncing. If he stopped now, he would definitely feel the tingling sensation that would come afterward, so he continued, off rhythm now that he was aware of it. It was ever so annoying to keep rhythm now that he was doing it on purpose, he didn’t know how other people did it. They must be otherworldly beings or something.
“SCAR!”
Scar jumped slightly in his seat, blinking to see Bdubs waving his hand in front of him.
“W-wha—”
“You zoned out. I was just making sure you knew what you needed to do before I left to do mayor assistance stuff.”
“Oh,” Scar said, fingers drumming on his desk, leg forgotten. “Thanks.” 
He smiled ad Bdubs rolled his eyes, failing to hide his own smile. 
“Yeah, whatever.”
-- bloop anon (yes, the stranger is Grian. I totally am not projecting on Scar, no sireee. Fun fact, I was gonna make this A/B/O, but then realized this was my world and I could invent the rules hehe)
OOUUGGH YES I LOVE THIS!!! So good dude!! *rattles the bars of my cage* i want more
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sir-achimus-prime · 10 months
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Expect the unexpected !!!!
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Summary of the story : Y/n and Sans experiment and don't really realize the consequences of their actions after a particularly emotional and difficult event. And well, dear reader , they are made aware in quite possibly the worst way.
Note : Okay , so I was toying around with Undertale Monster's and how they have baby and came up with this. Because it's been stuck in my head, and i'm supposed to be learning another language 🙃 i will also be using Ahhh ! Real Monster baby term Bonsty to reference babies because i'm not 100% sure undertale does . Please correct me know if not, and i'll change it 😁😊
Chapter 1 : Point A ?
So Monsters to my knowledge are made through a bond/strong connection many refer to as 'Love'.
(Yeah , sounds like shit. But Sans and Papyrus lectured us the last-time we voiced our opinions so 'rudely')
So it would surprise you how exactly you found yourself standing beside your best friend at Undyne and Alphy's wedding , who was eating nearly everything on site with hot sauce. He was absolutely disgusted by the idea of eating anything with Ketchup and refused a shot of fire whiskey mixed into either condiment.
As a human , this behavior drew your attention as she blushed deeply wondering what exactly had possessed your friend as you rudely picked him up and dragged him away to question him further , when the flaming hot catdogs began grossing him out.
So ever the Bestest Friend that you are , you dragged him away to your actual house that you were lending to your newly-wed friends for a honey-moon. Your farm was the actual reception and venue , so it was like a 10 minute walk. Once in the safety of your room , you fixed him with a questioning look.
"Heya bubs , ya feelin' fine ?" His eye lights were fuzzy, and knowing him for nearly 8 years. Before a goopy mess of undigested magical food splattered on the floor and her dress .A frown settled on your face before sitting on your bed that you'd told your friends was off-limits as your friend complied "You emotional for Alphy's and Undyne or ya nervous ? You're not still worried about your nightmares are ya ?" Sans buried his face into his suit sleeves as he laid on his back.
"I don't know !! Ketchup's making me sick, and …..Foods not fooding !! And my soul feels weird and ……" he sighed miserably with a frown."Hey , i know ya said it's not possible. But could we …have …ya ….know?" She asked, lying back onto her bed as she felt an indignant glare."No! Biologically-Y/n!!! Be serious !!" She frowned."Hey ! I am ! And I wasn't talking about me !! Is it possible you are ? I don't know lot about monsters , but ya were-" she yelped at the hand firmly against her mouth "Yes-I don't think it's possible for your soul too , and ya have barely any magic Firstly !! And 2nd humans aren't capable of that , you guys are too weak. " she opened her mouth and shut it again as she glumly nodded.
She glanced at her roof. "Whelp, i don't know, Princess. Sounds like ya need to find your Baby Daddy. 'Cuz that sounds strangely what the buns and Dogaressa described before baby monsters spawned. But , that could just be my human dumbness, " she huffed, getting up. Her thouggts drifting and willing them not to she decided to distract and deflect as she recognized that look on his face.
"You should probably take a break. I'll keep Paps and the others distracted while ya rest some…call me if ya need me , yeah ?" She said changing clothes to a pair of jeans and a teal blouse/dress-shirt before yelping when Sans sighed hugged her from behind , his mental protuberance digging into her shoulder blade "I wasn't trying to be mean" she pursed her lips "Not mean. Just snappy , but hey, your freakin' out, and that's fine." She said as her heart squeezed in her chest."You don't owe me anything …It's not like we're exclusive or official…..just an experiment , right ?" She smiled sheepishly.
"I mean you do like the bone-zone , ain't like it's just for me or sumthin' " she said before shaking her emotion off as Sans frowned, shifting to turn her around"Anyways , i'll leave ya too !! !" She smiled as she twisted outta his hold and ducked out of the room hearing the music kick up.
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Later
Y/n found it strange that Toriel was guiding her to her own room. She'd noted she'd disappeared at some point during the party as Undyne danced with Asgore for the Daughter Father dance. And was gone until Papyrus let her settle down for some Cat-Dogs when 'Your Man' by Josh Turner came on and her sister threatened bodily harm if her boyfriend wasn't returned.
She had been munching happily on her hot-sauce and ketchup covered Hot-dog and was currently drooling over her Hot Cat as Toriel had stolen it after she'd reassured her Sans had been fine the last-time she'd checked on him. Which he had been , it wasn't her fault her best-friend was stubborn.
Toriel sighed and stole her Hot Cat , and if she was in a normal non-hungry/lazy mood , she'd have gotten up and made another or simply asked politely for it back. She did the latter, and Toriel had walked away with her beloved Hot Cat as she heard it calling her name.
She hummed as she guided to her room as Toriel ensured that they were alone as she regarded Sans. Who looked weary and worse for the wear , as she had a feeling of dread.
"You okay , Bone-boy ? Seems like ya took Bone-Tired too seriously" she smiled with a teasing lit. Toriel frowned and Sans smiled slightly "hehe , yeah….whatcha doin' tori ?" She glanced upnat Toriel before her….brain connected it all together "Oh ? You found your BD ? Whatcha need ? Want me to beat'em up ? I won't do much but , i can try !" She smiled reassuringly "Oh Tori can i have my Hot Cat ? I made the best concoction known to man and monster kind !!" She drooled as Toriel sighed nodding , she took the plate happily before Sans snatched her Hot-Cat as she gasped in surprise and betrayal before Sans hummed happily.
She sighed allowing her friend to peacefully enjoy her masterpiece and mourn the loss of a beautifully delicious morsel.
She turned to Toriel to allow her friend to eat as Toriel gave her a quizzical look "So Y/n ? What do you know about monster reproduction ?" She paused at that "Ahh well , just what Paps , Sans , Alphy's and ya told me. Babies are made of love and stuff " she said nonchalantly as Toriel cringed "Yes. But you still don't believe it? I'd have thought after sometime…" she frowned at Toriel "Uhhh, i sorta do but , it's ….errr…." She paused looking for words .
"It's foreign to me as a concept. Human babies don't really need that , as long as a male cums. Baby is made , so …it's kinda an older outdated concept" Toriel hummed "But , do you …ermm…Are you intimate with just anyone ?" She shook her head "Not really my cup of tea , why ?" Toriel smiled "So you atleast have a standard of ..a connection with intimate partners ?" She said with a pink blush on her cheeks as she quirked a brow "i-I…..yeah" she said her own cheeks redding "Ummm, but why does my intimate life have with relevance here" she questioned as Toriel sighed.
"Sans is in denial , he is fine but being stubborn. But what he needs to tell you is that he-" Toriel was rudely interrupted and given a very rude look by Sans "That i am fine !" He huffed as you shot him a concerned look as Toriel and Him maintained a glaring contest and wordless arguement before shrugging "Okie dokie , kinda overboard just to tell me that ,bubs. But , ummm, ya want another hotdog or Hot cat ? Or are ya gonna chill in here ? Just stay outta my drawers , yeah ?" She teased with a chuckle before Sans snapped out of it and nodded "No , i'm going to go see what Paps is up too" he said going and going to grab Toriel's hand as they short-cutted away.
She sighed deeply as her heart plummeted to the ground again painfully. As she stared absently out the window in deep thought in regards to her friend. Wondering what was going on and if it was what she believed it to be …how she'd continue with their relationship….how she'd deal with the sudden absence of her friend if Toriel and him had began a new life as she sighed knowing the slippery slope she was nearing before brushing it off.
"It is what it is , y/n ! You can't change anything or anyone" she murmured to herself before joining the party again to help clean up before doing some rounds on her farm to make-sure they were clean and content.
Later on….
Undyne and her had planned a particularly romantic star-watch at the gazebo in her private garden as she waved her friend off with a smile. Before She felt Sans short-cut beside her as she leaned against the large oak tree whilst sitting and balancing on her fence.
She ignored Sans and figured she'd play dumb as she stared up at the stars curiously. "Man, must be nice…"she sighed as Sans snorted, "To visit a garden ?" She frowned "N-Well…. yeah…I meant more the thought of having someone like that …someone that plans stuff for ya and knows ya that well. Undyne planned the star-gazing and stuff, " she sighed."It's kinda like a fairytale, ya know ? Loving someone so much … that ya want to do stuff like that and want the whole world to know , ya know ?" She smiled "My parents always fought or my mother couldn't leave things be , and …I really never experienced something like that or saw it growing up" she said wiping her teary eyes "What about you ?" Sans was silent and gone …as she sighed deeply, fighting the sting of hurt that flashed through her . It felt like her heart and lungs were being squeezed by her ribs as she sighed, deciding to call it a night.
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dejwrites · 2 years
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❪♡❫───⠀⠀⠀twin size bed⠀〳⠀k.arashi‵
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❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) two college students making a twin size bed work in their favor. ❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( submission for ) @bokuroskitten 'big and beefy collab event'
♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — tw: female reader, female anatomy described, humor, college au, college students!first generation black dragons, established relationship (benkei & reader already dating), mentions of pregnancy scare, this is somewhat a self-indulgent thing you guys know i have a size kink and love college au's for my fav generation of the black dragons, reader and benkei literally mr. and mrs. comedian in this, business major!benkei, reader is a resident assistant, profanity, smut warnings consist of doggystyle position, y'all know them beds in dorms be small, oral (f.receiving), usage of spit, dirty talk, pet names (baby), wc: 2.1k, minors dni !!
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MIDTERMS WAS THE WORST WEEK FOR YOU AS A RESIDENT ASSISTANT. You’ve lost count of the number of times you’ve done room checks. You’ve lost count of the number of times you let a freshman in their room since they lost their keys. Then on top of that, you were buried in studying for midterms. You managed to knock four of them out the way, but now that the final one was coming up—you were growing more and more stressed. Your boyfriend for two years Benkei took comfort in your dorm room on a Thursday night. The one thing about being a resident assistant was that you bend the rules slightly for yourself. Casually letting him stay over at your dorm on some nights even though it was prohibited. You were laying on your bed which was a twin-size bed trying to study while Benkei was sitting at your desk attempting to do the same. But you knew that the big and beefy business major student was beyond over-studying for the mid-term he had the following afternoon. 
As you were writing down on your index cards, you felt a harsh slap on your bottom. You instantly glanced back at your boyfriend with a look of annoyance, “Kei, not right now. Just let me finish this last index card,” You let your bottom lip form an innocent pout before going back to writing on your index cards. 
You could feel Benkei’s large hands kneading at your asscheeks. Which you only blamed yourself considering the thin pajama shorts you were wearing. He could get so needy when he wanted to, you ignored his tactics as you continued to write down your notes. You wanted to tell him no sex until the two of you finish up midterms, but the way his curious hands were caressing every curve and delicate flesh on your body, you knew he was going to become a whiny baby until he got what he wanted. You could feel Benkei move part of your shorts to the side, just so the pad of his thumb could brush against your folds through your pastel blue-colored panties. 
“Kei.” You whined, but this time it wasn’t a whine of annoyance but you getting turned on. Your thighs clashed together to prevent him from doing anything else. “Babe, you’re supposed to be studying. This isn’t studying,” You said as you glanced back at him. You closed your textbook, being sure to place your index cards inside them.
“If I read one more page of that economics textbook, my brain is going to freakin’ explode,” Benkei said.
“So instead of playing on your phone or something, you choose to bother me?” You asked.
“Mhm, you need a break also. Let’s take a break, baby.” He said once against his hands went back to massaging your ass cheeks. Completely kneading the flesh on your butt like it was some freshly made dough. 
“A break to do what?” You asked as you looked back at him and his devious grin.
You still couldn’t believe you were dating a man like this. He walked around campus with his friends with the most intimidating demeanor, but in your dorm room, he acted like a goofball. You felt him drag you to the end of the bed and you let low yelp, “Kei, this bed is too small for this.” You said.
The thing is, usually when you two had sex—you went to his off-campus apartment. Simply because he had the king-size bed to have the most comfortable sex compared to your twin-size bed in your dorm room as an R.A. Plus you would have rather got interrupted by one of his friends than an annoying freshman that got locked out of their room (again). Benkei ignored you uttering complaints about the bed as he bends you over completely while you were on the bed. Now your back was arched perfectly with your bottom completely in the air for him to spank freely. You felt him brush his crotch against your bottom, “We’ll make it work.” He hummed out at the fabric of his grey university apparel sweatpants brushed against your bottom. 
The movement sent a chill down your spine as you attempted to wiggle out of his firm grasp. But you let a giggle at his action before eventually, you could feel his digits hook upon the band of the shorts sliding them down your thighs. He carefully helps you take them off and let them land on your dorm room floor. His mouth watered seeing the wetness that imprinted your panties through your panties, clearly indicating that you needed a break from the countless notetaking and scheming through organic chemistry textbooks. When Benkei stopped admiring the beauty of the way you were bent over for him, he let his tongue wet his lips before tugging down your panties too. The fabric dangling from your ankle near the gold anklet he gifted you weeks ago. 
“Need to make sure you’re wet and ready for me baby,” Benkei coos. 
His voice was so soft and sultry. His words came out like a hush poem that left you mesmerized. You were fully aware that he was referring to the desirable pleasure of him finally shoving his hefty cock into your cunt. Given the countless times where you found yourself running from his thrusting due to not being able to take how large Benkei was. Your breath hitched in your throat while goosebumps scattered across your smooth skin. Your stomach was doing backflips at the anticipation of feeling Benkei finally indulge in between your thighs. Much different from you being on your back and clasping your thighs around his head when the heat of your orgasm was coming. This time you were completely trapped. With your back arched perfectly and your ass in the air, Benkei wasn’t going to let you break the arch to interrupt him getting fed. 
You nibbled at your lower lip feeling him rub at your puffy lips in a circular motion. Your essence staining his fingertips before he’s pushing himself forward just a bit to be closer to you. His fingers never stopped the circular motion before he’s kneeling to be face to face with your dripping pussy. His hands tugged you closer to his face before finally indulging in tasting you for the first time since last week. He knew how important your grades were to you, so he wanted to be as patient as possible until after midterms. Benkei’s patience ran low when he would notice your stressed-out look during the week as you approach him in the cafe. Or when you just bluntly admit that you forgot to eat in the morning since you went to an easy study group session. Benkei wanted to make sure that this moment could relieve you of all the stress that builds upon your shoulders with each day during midterms week.
The taste of you on his tongue was a taste he never got tired out of. It was as if the huge man got off on the scent of you being on his upper lip within his day. The sweet scent of vanilla was a scent he smelt due to how close he was to you. His tongue dragging across your lips coating his saliva on them. Your moans were like precious tunes that ring in his ears each time his tongue flapped on your lips. He could feel you rock backward wanting to feel more of his mouth and he took that opportunity to finally let the tip of his tongue trace alongside the entrance of your sopping hole. His mouth practically devouring you whole ignoring your pleas to slow down or you were going to cum a little earlier than you wanted to.
“Fuck—Kei.” You moan out, at this point, you had broken the perfect arch he had put you in.
With one hand holding your fragile body up, you took the other hand to palm Benkei’s head to attempt for him to go deeper. At this point, you were basically face fucking him in the lewdest way possible to fulfill your sexual desires. Tears clouded your eyes and your mouth gapped open to let out broken moans just in time to feel your orgasm lurking up from the pit of your abdomen. That was until you felt Benkei detach himself from your swollen pussy lips and place a kiss on your butt. He’s standing back fully and his cock was aching to feel your dripping cunt clutch around him perfectly. His tongue licks his lips letting the taste of you linger on his tongue a little longer. He’s pushing down his grey sweatpants frantically like a hormonal teenager that was finally getting pussy. His boxers and sweats weren’t even fully down his legs as he’s hysterically lining his thick cock up with your entrance. 
You have never heard such a helpless whine escape Benkei’s mouth when you felt him brush his tip upon your entrance. Your slick and his saliva from eating you out coated it so perfectly that the business major was afraid that as soon as he slide fully in—he would bust massively. He let out a weary sigh before he gripped at your asscheeks and bit by bit pushes his cock inside you. With the prep of foreplay, you fit around Benkei like a perfect freshly brought fleshlight. He felt his body grow hotter as he rocked his hips forward, each rock causing his body to jerk forward. Your juices coated his cock so perfectly that once in a while Benkei would let his hues travel down in between your bodies to watch the way your tight cunt swallowed him with each thrust. His grip on your love handles only grew tight while his thrusting was becoming quicker and rougher. The vulgar sound of hot skin slapping against each other bounced off the walls and Benkei was sure whoever resided in the next door room could hear the two of you going at it. 
It was something fascinating at the way your ass was backing up on him to meet him halfway with his passionate thrusting. He leans forward to place subtle kisses up your sweat coat back as you moan out for him. “You’re feeling much better right baby? No longer stressed cause of these midterms, hm?” He questions through his actions. 
“Mhm, you make me feel so good Kei,” You moaned into the mattress of your bed. 
You only heard him hum before he takes your arm to bend it behind your back so you won’t run away from his thrusting. Fingers intertwined with his hand as drool dribbled out your mouth to cry out for more—always finding yourself asking why he fuck you like this? With each thrust, you could feel he put his all into it like it would be the last time he had sex with you. And with the way he had you trapped under his broad body, you were stuck to take all. 
“You’re goin’ make me cum all inside you, but we don’t need another pregnancy scare huh?” Benkei questioned as he brought the ends of the white shirt he wore he wore up to his mouth. His teeth held it up to attempt to be closer to your bare bottom. 
You could feel that you were about to orgasm. Your thighs were shaking and your back was beginning to cramp from the perfect arch you didn’t break during the pleasant session of sex. Your hand dug into the pink sheets on your bed and with just a couple more thrusts you were pulsing around Benkei’s cock. Once Benkei felt that—he slowly fucked you through your orgasm. Holding back from cumming inside you so badly as he was attempting to milk out every second of you orgasming around his cock. When he felt his balls grow heavy, he pulled out quickly. His right hand held his girthy cock as he stroked himself until he was a cumming mess.
Thick ropes of white splattered on your plump ass cheeks as Benkei low whines of profanity and your name. He let go of your body to let you fall upon your stomach completely exhausted from the activities you two endured. He hunched over drained from his actions, his cock gently pressing against your ass cheeks before he let out a chuckle. 
“What’s so funny?” You uttered as you were basking in the moment of you two coming down from ecstasy of orgasms. Your limbs felt like they screaming at you to go sit in a warm bath. 
“We made fuckin’ on this small ass dorm beds work.” 
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imhereforscm · 11 months
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Your ' Two different worlds' series is amazing! Can you write something fluffy for Scorpio x goddess reader?
"It's love"
Genre: fluff
Warnings: none
A/N: The timeline the story is set in is a little after Scorpio first became a god. Also, I'm so sorry you had to wait so long, but at least it's here now. I hope you're still around to see it 😅🌹🌹🌹
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Only recently did the young god start this life—a life without blood and cruelty—and he wasn't completely used to it yet.
He experienced a variety of emotions and he was frustrated at the amount of times he couldn't put a name to them. It wasn't like he ever experienced anything other than terror, suffering and emptiness before.
He was walking down the palace's hallway early in the morning—way too early for his liking, perhaps. He clicked his tongue at the noise of deities walking around and chatting energetically. "Where the fuck do they get the energy?" He muttered to himself. He might have been a god now, but he still hated mornings and his motivation to do anything was incredibly low, alas, he had to keep going.
He gripped the doorknob of the door to the department of punishments, but just as he turned it and was about to make his way inside, his hand froze in place.
The young god was barely blinking, the sight having stolen his breath away and there came the feeling he couldn't put a name to once again.
And all that at the mere sight of her. A goddess, who somehow and for some strange reason had managed to stand out in Scorpio's eyes.
He stood there like a statue, watching her as she approached, with her tunic swaying lightly and airily on her walk. "Good morning." She spoke and her voice was... Not something he hated. She bowed her head a little and smiled, before passing him by and disappearing dowm the golden hall.
"Do you fancy her?" A male voice made Scorpio's shoulders jerk and he snapped his head towards the entrance to the office. Partheno stood at the door, after creeping up at him like the deranged pervert Scorpio thought of him as. "If so, I could set you two up."
"What the hell kinda bullshit are you sayin' first thing in the freakin' morning?!" Scorpio groaned and pushed his way passed him, but much to his dismay, Partheno was thirsting to find out more and see if his assumptions were correct.
"Honestly, I'd be surprised if she already hasn't taken note of your interest in her." The god of virgo, stole a document from Scorpio's desk and sang a carefree rhythm to himself, as he circled around the desk, chased by Scorpio, who wanted that document back. "The way you stare at her is so lovestruck, it's actually adorable!" He Partheno laughed, as Scorpio snatched the paper out of his grasp.
"I couldn't care less about 'lovestruck' or whatever that crap is." Scorpio grumbled as he flopped down onto his chair and picked up his quill.
"Even if her soft, delicate hands were tickling up your sides and her kissable lips were whispered sweet nothings into your ear?" Partheno's face reddened shamelessly at his words and Scorpio's followed his lead, but dipped in shame, the vivid scenes playing out in his mind's eye.
"Shut up, pervert!"
Partheno sighed dramatically, pretending to be offended, as he headed for the door leading out of the office. "Fine fine, if my presence isn't appreciated here..."
Once Partheno was gone, Scorpio sighed, burying his face in his palms and then directing his gaze out of the window. "Could this feeling be it...?"
The day blended into night and stars started peeking out of the dark blue curtains covering the previous evening sky. The moon was half and shining faintly, yet it too added beauty to this late time of nature.
The soles of Scorpio's boots clicked against the floor of the hallway as he made his way back to his room. It's not like he had anywhere else to go. He didn't have any friends and the only purpose he had here was work, which he had finished by now. And he would have retreated back into his room, he really would... If he hadn't seen her beautiful figure, her hair swaying as she exited the palace.
The racing returned to his heart and the empty husk he once felt himself to be, was filled with the flattering of his stomach.
Scorpio looked around him and confirming that no one was around, something pushed him from within and he worked up the courage to follow the goddess's footsteps.
The trees of the garden were steady, since no wind was blowing and the starlight resembled a beacon, which he followed down an uneven path, until sounds of gurgling water reached his ears, which were tired from the constant sounds of gunshots and screaming.
His feet came to a stop and his breathing hitched, upon finding the center of his passions there.
She kept her eyes closed, dipping her hair into the stream that crossed the fresh grass and flowers and then run her fingers through them.
Scorpio swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple moving visibly as his eyes followed every movement of hers.
She slowly opened her eyes and her eyebrows rose a little, before her lips curled into a pleasant smile. "Oh, hey. A pretty night, isn't it?" She spoke and her calm voice ripped the silence apart.
"Wh... What...?" His lips barely moved and the blood rushed to his cheeks when she chuckled gently, her wet face appearing so soft, as if begging to be touched and kissed.
"I've never seen you out of the palace before." She addressed him and Scorpio almost couldn't believe his ears, that this exchange was actually occuring. "Is this your first time walking around the Heavens?"
Scorpio cleared his throat and steeled his expression into a stern one, something he always found easy to do and hide everything behind it. "Yes, there's no reason for me to be out here."
"It seems to me like you found one though, considering we're talking in this place."
His lips opened and closed repeatedly, the words not coming out no matter how hard he tried to think of something. It's not like he could just tell her the reason was her and an unnamed instinct.
"How about that." The goddess spoke to him, drawing his attention back to her. "I show you around the Heavens tonight and if you don't like it, I won't bother you again. If you like it though..." She trailed off, her gaze shifting around her and then back to the young god. "Then we can do it again some other time." She finished her speech with a smile that gave Scorpio's heart a newfound tug and it was nothing unpleasant.
Scorpio's first instinct was to agree, a sense of joy washing through him—at least that's what Zyglavis called that feeling. "I guess... But only because you seem like the person who doesn't back off!" He rushed to throw his excuse at her and she laughed, emerging from the stream, with her dress and hair completely dump.
"Great! Let's go then!" She grabbed his hand and dragged him off into the forest, where multiple fireflies flew around, their golden light reflecting into Scorpio's dark irises, which were like a canvas, taking everything into their depths.
He looked around him with curiosity and surprise, seeing all the pretty things the Heavens and its nature had to offer.
They walked side by side across the dark greenery of the forest, until they reached a clearing with a lot of flowers of many kinds and colours, basking beneath the starlight.
"What do you think?" The goddess asked, coming to stand by his side and take in his intrigued and wide eyes, appearing so innocent right now.
"They're not... Terrible."
She smiled softly at those words, relief filling her up. The honest truth was that she noticed how empty he looked every time she spotted him in the palace. She heard about his past, so she didn't wander into such tragic topics and kept their conversation pleasant throughout the night.
The months went by, moons and suns coming and going each on its own turn, without disputes and jealously and Scorpio kept meeting with the goddess.
He always tried to act indifferent and as if her charms went unnoticed by him, but she knew him enough during that time to understand the hidden meanings behind every word he spoke and every action he made.
Night had covered everything again and (name) was in her room, the soft breeze blowing the curtains of her balcony and the bright moonlight of the full moon slipping into the bedroom and crawling across the floor, as if the moon had fallen for her beauty as well and was now trying to reach her.
Rapid knocking interrupted the peace of the midnight and she was surprised at the desperation of this person enough, to fear it was an emergency.
She rushed to the door and opened it. "What's the matter?! What happened?!" (Name) wasted no time asking, seeing how much Scorpio's hands were shaking as he stood outside her house. "Talk to me, what is it?!" She simultaneously pleaded and demanded, when the young god refused to speak.
"(Name)..." He started and the goddess hushed instantly, making room for his words. "(Name)..." He repeated.
"Is it a pressing matter?" She asked, trying to push the situation forward to the important part.
"No, nothing troubling."
"Alright..." She calmed down, reassured and breathing out in relief. "What is it then? You know you can tell me anything."
"Yeah, I know... But this one..." His voice fell in volume and he swallowed thickly, clearing his throat and shifting his weight between his legs. "It's... It's... Well, it's...!" He clicked his tongue, groaning and his face heated up, his shyness getting the best of him. He inhaled deeply and looked (name) in the eyes, before pushing through and speaking, in a slightly shaky voice. "I love you, (name)."
"You... Do?" She breathed, surprised at those words coming from him, but she was definitely content by them.
"Yes." He leaned against the doorframe and allowed his head to rest against it, his chest moving up and down vividly, thankful he managed to confess and didn't run away.
(Name) took his shaking hands in hers and gave them a supporting squeeze. "I love you too."
Scorpio's chest bloomed with a feeling so sweet, he swore his heart would give up on him any moment now. "No way..."
She laughed at his shocked expression and threw her arms around him, into a tight hug. "I do and I'm so happy you love me too."
He hugged her back, hesitantly at first, but he soon melted into the hug and buried his nose into her hair, pressing a kiss on the top of her soft head. "Hell... This feeling is so intense."
"It's love."
"I don't hate it. Not when it's about you."
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