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“A NEW LEVEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLL!!!”
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eddie x reader
a follow up to this prompt by @rebelfell
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tw: angst, smut, minors fuck off pls teasing? is that a trigger idk.
“we need to talk.” the conversation we’ve been waiting for after you catch your best friend getting head finally unfolds
“We need to talk.”
Your blood ran cold, ice in your veins it was practically prickling your skin. The heat on your cheeks bloomed and your gut quaked at the sight of him, covered.
Play dumb! It’ll work!
“I , m-mean, now?— like right now? You have cum- company! a guest— we can talk later, yeah?”
The stuttering, calmly hands and the sweat gathered under your arms— you were a one woman walking circus, missing the clown nose.
“Why are you being so weird?” He leans into your doorframe, tattooed arms cross over his broad and glistening chest.
The flush still in his cheeks almost brought you to your knees, but it was the single flick of his tongue on his lips that had you melting and wishing he had licked your lips instead. Fuck.
“… besides, you already interrupted my guest, so she left—”
Your ears perk up at the mention of said whore leaving your apartment, and your eyelashes bat open, “she left? Why?”
Eddie huffs and puts his tongue in his cheek like he can’t believe you’re being so stupid.
“Cut the shit, okay? Will you just be an adult for a second?”
The smile on your lips falls and you take a step back towards your bed setting your keys down on the nightstand. The silence is anything but quiet. The energy was chaotic and shooting like daggers much like Eddie’s eyes into yours.
“Well?” he asks dramatically, raising his eyebrows to try to get you to speak.
Play dumb— it’s working!
“Well what?” you muse innocently.
“What the fuck was that?” Eddie spits, any softness he brought into this situation had fizzled—dead at the door.
“I—”
“Forget how to knock?”
“No—”
“Suuuure, you just thought you’d what? Barge in, ignoring our code?”
“I didn’t—-there was no hot water! You forgot to pay the water bill!”
“That’s not how water bills work.”
You stand stunned— mouth open to argue but nothing will even come out.
“It’s the water heater for this shitheap building that’s out— if you don’t believe that I paid the bill—call the water company yourself.”
“…oh.” your voice is small, quiet almost unheard.
“Wow, really great apology.”
“Oh relax! Just call her back and explain it was a mistake, who cares? She shouldn’t be so uptight.”
Eddie is fuming, blood rushing to his head as he tries not to yell out right. But fuck you were being so difficult.
“Ya know… I didn’t say shit when you had Harrington tied to your bed posts and you couldn’t undo the knots— did I? Nope—not a fucking word, I just cut him loose and acted like nothing ever happened!”
You wince, who knew knots were that hard to unlace?
“That was different!”
“Or the multiple times I caught the fuckin’ Chief slipping out of your room at 5 AM? I even bummed him a cigarette for his morning coffee!”
Your jaw hung to the floor, you didn’t know Eddie had any idea that you’d been sleeping with Hopper.
“So? What—we’re just airing out dirty laundry now?” you could be venomous too, your rattle sounding off ready to strike.
“How many months did you try gettin’ into Mary’s pants before you dumped her because she’s married to Jesus Christ her Lord & Savior? Her name is Mary for fucks sake! Not hard!”
His face pulls to anger, “don’t be a bitch!”
“And where’s Gareth? Never see him around anymore, maybe it’s because you ran over his d—.”
“That was an accident! I honked and he never moved!”
“He was deaf Eddie!” you yell back into his face, “or! How about the time I had to pick you up from the Hideout because you got so drunk you pissed your pants?”
“That was YOU!”
The two of you were standing nose to nose, shouting accusing each other of shit that didn’t even matter. Eddie had your back and you’d have his until the end. Cradle to the grave.
But this was different, you weren’t fighting like siblings or friends, you were both screaming as if you were in pain.
He’s the first to move, shaking his head and turning towards the door. when he speaks his voice is low, angry.
“When my door is shut don’t open it—turn your ass around and fuck off, got it?”
His words split your skin, vining through your body like sharp thorns. The hot spill of tears were welling in your eyes.
“Sorry to bother you, asshole— won’t happen again.”
He’s on the opposite side when you slam your door in his face. The rain brewed and stewed and finally was ready to fall from the clouds in your eyes.
Why were you acting like this?
Grabbing your keys you set to leave again, needing an escape so he couldn’t hear your wailing cries. But again— when you opened the door, he was still standing there, only this time he looked pissed.
“Move.”
He brushes you off as if he didn’t even hear you, “enough.”
“Eddie, get out of the way!”
“Do you know how many nights I listened to you fake it for this fuckheads?” How long
I’ve waited for you to admit it?”
He shuts your door behind him as he pushes his way inside.
“Admit what?”
“C’mon, baby— we haven’t been friends for a long time, not really.”
You’re confused and on the verge of tears, “what?!”
Eddie presses forward, head tilted down at you.
“Those douchebags you bring here can’t handle you the way I know you need…coming home to see their boots by the front door makes me absolutely despise you.”
“Who gives a shit? I trip over skanky high heels sometimes too.”
You were missing the point he was trying to make, way over your head.
“Never satisfied when they leave…that little vibrator in the top drawer is not as quiet as you think it is.”
You were throbbing, aching… how did he know?
He inches forward, and you double back towards the door.
“I—”
“Pretty little moans on your lips just minutes after they leave…‘m not stupid sweetheart, I know you do it on purpose— parading around the apartment in your little shorts, never wearing a bra… you’re a tease.”
He wasn’t right. He couldn’t be! Right?
“I hate you, Eddie.”
He stalks forward like a predator eyeing its prey, a stupid smirk on his face.
“No— No I don’t think you do. I think you’re so fucking wound up about me, jealous... It’s alright, I get it. I bury myself in bitches so you’ll get out of my head.”
He takes a ragged breath, his eyes pitch dark, and your back hits the door, he closes in around you, his arms on either side of your head.
“I fucking hate you, princess. I hate that it doesn’t work.. you’ve made me jealous for too fucking long.”
Your body was screaming, angel and devil on your shoulder dancing and holding hands rooting you on.
“H-how long?”
His hand falls to your chin, pulling down your bottom lip.
“Senior year. Hellfire. You laughed at one of Jeff’s stupid fucking jokes and my blood ran cold. I wanted you to look at me like you looked at him. That was just the first time I realized I wanted you.”
You shudder, fingers running along his chest, playing with the chain on his neck, “why not say anything?”
“Didn’t wanna ruin this.”
His lips nearly touch yours, he’s leaning in so close. And you don’t pull away.
“I think it’s pretty clear that our friendship is over, Eddie. I fucking hate you.”
“I hate you, too sweetheart.”
The tension is thick, spinning with bated breath and sexual desire.
“So, we hate each other?”
“Yep.” Eddie muses, angling your chin so he can see your neck.
“…and we aren’t friends?”
He nods silently, pressing his nose to your cheek, “seems to be that way.”
“You’ve ruined everything.”
“Good,” he all but whispers into your ear.
“..a perfectly good pair of underwear.”
His breath hitches in his throat, and he licks his lips. “Can’t have that.”
“No, not at all,” you tease, thumbing at your waistband and letting your shorts hit the floor.
He steps back to examine you with wide eyes, letting them narrow as he bites his lip, looking you dead in the eyes.
“I’m gonna fuck you exactly how you need to be fucked.”
Pulling him back into you by his chain necklace you ask centimeters from his lips, tasting the heat from his mouth, “what are you waiting for?”
He takes a deep breath, hovering his mouth over yours, “nothing, not anymore.”
His tongue hits you first, electric like an eel on your lips, his breath hot as fire. You moan out when his hands grip your ass, pulling you into him with such force you could have toppled over.
Eddie is loud too. Groaning with each swipe of your tongue against his.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted you for so long, baby.”
His dick is pressed into your middle, hard and kicking up as your hands reach into his hair, pulling you closer to him as if he were a rope and you were climbing a mountain.
He pulls you away from the door to get a quick slap to your ass. Rough and hard and you’re mewling, his rings stinging your skin.
Your lips close to his ear you whisper “Eddie… please.”
He pulls away after leaving a mark on your neck.
“You don’t have to beg, I’ll give you whatever you need, however many times you want it, honey.”
His fingers dip into your waistband around your hips as he slides your panties down to your thighs. “Let me see that cunt, show me what I did to you.”
You step out of your panties and he lowers himself to the floor on bent knees. “Jesus Christ, look how pretty she is, ‘m gonna eat this pussy till you cum all over my face.”
You nod dumbly, body on fire from his words, the lust of having his hands touch you in places he never had, places you dreamt he would, has your mind spinning.
His bangs tickle your inner thighs, breath fanning on your clit, thumbs spreading you open. He sucks in a breath, whistling low.
A single flick of his tongue— that’s all it takes for your eyes to roll, for your back to bend in an arch like you were being exorcized of hell’s worst demons. Your fingernails scratching into the door trying to anchor yourself from grinding on his face until his nose broke.
He spits, watching it drip down to your cunt, “don’t ask me to stop.”
Diving in, his tongue is everywhere. Lapping you up, sucking your clit into his mouth. Swirling around like you would while eating an ice cream cone. Your chest heaves and your thighs tremble as he hooks one over his shoulder pressing into him and he gently pushes it back into place, his eyes never leaving your body.
When it happens again, he shoves it down with force, nipping at one of your thighs, his lips shiny and wet he groans, “keep ‘em put.”
The tip of his middle finger pushes into you, and you squeak out a gasp, leaning forward off the door to take a look at him, and he nearly laughs, “jesus, you’re tight sweetheart, gonna need to work you up a bit.”
He smiles before attaching his mouth to your thigh, sucking a bruise as he fucks you with his fingers, adding a second that’s easier than the first. Your body rolls with his motions, pushing back against him and you know your orgasm is about to snap.
His tongue replaces his fingers and the heat in your stomach releases, untying the white knot and spilling over his lips as you scream out his name.
“Thatta girl, fuck look at you, Christ.”
Your eyes open, a strange drunk feeling taking over, as if you were high on a cloud and falling gracefully back to the earth. Opening to see the blackened eyes of the guy you’ve called your best friend for years, and if you would have known his tongue could do that, maybe you would have ruined this friendship a lot sooner.
“Fuck off Munson,” you mutter, out of breath as your foot gently sets on the ground.
“What?” he laughs.
“Just keeping the fact that you eat pussy better than the devil all to yourself huh? Selfish.”
His face splits into a grin laced with evil as he stands, licking his lips, “that’s not all I can do.”
He’s on you in a flash, hoising you up into his arms, and using the other to hastily shove his boxers down. “Can’t go back after this.”
“Oh this is the tipping point? Fucking is gonna ruin it not you just making going down on me?”
He rolls his eyes as he lines himself up with you, “what happened to that sweet girl I used to chase in the trailer park, huh?”
You reach around your legs and grab his thick cock and lightly sink down onto it the head barely pushing past your puffy lips, “fuck…met a boy who grew up and started selling weed out of his van, kind of an asshole, really big dick though.”
He thrusts up into you so hard you nearly see black, vision spotty from pleasure alone, you whine his name and he practically comes undone.
“Don’t.. shit… don’t do that, I won’t last. Those noises haunt me… been wanting to hear them.”
He holds you tight and fucks you slowly, dragging his cock at a ridiculously slow speed. Groaning when you suck him in deep, biting his neck.
“There it is, the noise that started this whole mess.”
He grins into you stupidly, “I’m glad you’re perverted plan worked, you little hussy.”
His hips move faster and your both whining, accompanied by the slapping of skin on skin. “Water heaters’ been out since last week, ‘m not stupid babe, you’re the one who called and asked.”
“Whoops— oh my goddd,” you squeal before you're panting like a dog and clawing his arms with your nails, he was splitting you wide open and you were near to tears.
The tears finally fall when Eddie bottoms out in your cunt, filling you up, grunting your name as he rests his forehead to your shoulder— completely spent.
His lips kiss your collar bone and you twirl a curl away from his face exhausted around his softening length.
“Princess,” he breathes, kissing life back into himself with the sweat from your skin, “if you wanted to fuck, you should have told me sooner, could have saved us a week of cold showers, y’know?”
You kissed his lips, letting him set you down on the bed so you could both lay back in a lazy post sex high, surrounded by your blankets.
“Well maybe you should have fixed it sooner, you are the maintenance manager of the building.”
Eddie grins and pins you onto the mattress, his hair falling into your face, his thumb sweeping over your cheeks to catch a rogue eyelash, “come with me to fix it?”
“Hmm..” fingers moving his hair behind his ear, “you gonna wear that slutty stained white tank top?”
“Slutty? Why, gonna seduce me in the boiler room?” his lips move down your neck and you whimper.
“Maybe…” you tease tickling his underarm, “so if I wouldn’t have barged into your room… what else would you have done?”
Eddie only smiles, thinking of his plan to “break” the air conditioner and hide your hoodies and blankets so you’d have to come to him for warmth.
“Let’s just say, you would have ended up as my girl one way or another.”
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exit, no entry wound
joe bear graves x reader; part 1 (3.8k)
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Local time at destination: 0500 hours.
And then the world rushes back to him like the culmination of a terrible dream.
Bear wakes up in another rosebush outside the front steps of the local library worse for wear. Blinking out of sleep-crusted eyes, shapes diverging in blurry unfocus before slipping back into material objects. A bench. A door. The thorny stems of roses already on their way out, already depetalling, the ground below covered in a thin layer of them. One petal even sticking to his cheek when he pulls himself off the ground, wincing at the branches that crunch around him, that tug against his skin and clothes.
His clothes smell of cheap liquor. Gin. Bourbon. It hurts to open his eyes, to sit up.
“Morning, sunshine,” someone says. He remembers hearing it in his dream too.
He looks to the source of his awakening, blanching when he notices the man staring at him.
Rip sits on the other side of the bushes on his haunches, looking deeply unimpressed. Hair slicked back for a change. “This what you get up to when I’m gone?”
Bear doesn’t respond. He struggles to his feet instead, hangover only just creeping in. Still drunk, to an extent. His knees threaten to buckle under him, forcing him to lay a hand flat on the wall to keep himself upright. One foot in front of the other. The walk home feels endless in the hour before dawn, hardly any light to guide him.
“Pretty pathetic shit, Bear,” the man says, trailing along behind him. Not quite mockingly, but bordering on it. “Getting piss drunk and passing out in a bush? Really? C’mon, man. You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.”
There’s no sense in responding, Bear knows that now. No sense in even turning around to look. One foot in front of the other. Stumbling home alone under the cloak of night, dawn just around the corner; terrified that one day he’ll have to see it—the sun coming over the mountains, over the horizon.
It’s been less than a year. He hasn’t yet made his amends with God. Forgiveness sits outside of him. Not quite the right time to let it in. Maybe that time passed a long time ago, a small aperture that shuttered closed at the approach of his eyes. He missed it sometime between killing a boy and losing his mind.
A man cannot hold himself up on the scaffolding of the world alone. There has to be something beneath him. There is no sense in repeating the horrors of the world back to him; he’s already lived them. He’s got something of a Midas touch for death.
The months have been long since the divorce was finalised, since Lena left for good, since Buckley died, since Rip—since it all went down. If he thinks about it for too long, it seems like a nightmare that he woke up from still mad about; a nightmare he had no choice but to drink himself into a stupor over to escape. That’s the reality of the world.
“You know, Bear, you’re not the one that’s fuckin’ dead,” Rip spits as he follows behind, matching Bear’s stumbling gait stride for stride. “So you can stop acting like it.”
There’s a truth in Rip’s words and it leaves him feeling nauseous. There’s also a kink in his neck and a headache threatening to split his forehead open. In the belly of him, he has a truth that says that the firmament of heaven is beyond his reach. When he looks up and the sky is void of coruscating light, the meagre stars like an exit with no entry wound, it doesn’t surprise him. Of course there wouldn’t be anything there.
On a good day, his heart feels like it’s weathered a siege.
“So she left you! It’s time to fuckin’ move on. Go to a bar—I mean, you already are, so step one done—and pick someone up. Go on Christian Mingle or something. You keep living your life like this and you’re going to wind up killing yourself. And then the fuck good that’ll do?”
It takes everything in him to not turn around and do something rash. Only the nausea keeps him from making any sudden movements. Even if he were to turn around and do something, his knees would probably buckle under him. Probably throw up the contents of his stomach. Not much in there either. It rumbles when he thinks that, clenching at the thought of food. Then it twists, the nausea returning.
One foot in front of the other. The walk home takes twice as long, his whole body aching.
“Heard you almost quit. Wouldn’t be the worst idea you ever had. Let Buddha take over—he’s earned it. Get yourself a nice piece of land in fuckin’…Montana or something. Couple cows, maybe some chicken—you could get a dog, Christ. You look like a guy who’d have a dog. Why don’t you have a dog, actually? You would’ve told me if you didn’t like dogs, so it’s not that.”
His forehead is greasy when he touches it to rub his head. Body secreting poison in his sleep. Oily. The corners of his lips crack when he yawns. It’s not like he’s never thought about a dog, about having something to care for, another living thing in his house.
But—
(“Bear? …I don’t think we should have a child.”)
What he wants often falls to the wayside, slides off him like a glancing blow.
Her old, familiar shape appears at the sudden loss of a dream: one where Lena’s gaze lingers on him long enough to burn; but then it is the sun.
Bear watches dawn break. Sunday morning. In a different life, he would’ve squinted into the light of a new day and closed his eyes against it, curling into the slighter body tucked into his chest for another hour of rest. Felt the rise and fall of her chest. Woken up to a hot mouth on his cock or fingers curling in his chest hair, petal lips seeking him out. Church after that, showering off the remnants of their morning, solemn in their pews with their chests still holding the laughter of an hour previous. Light as air, as a feather.
He won’t go to church today; hasn’t in months. Not with the guilt of missing it the week before trailing after him, each missed week compounding month after month. The cracks in his faith webbing. Splintering out like stepping on the lake when it freezes over in the winter, crunching under his boot until he holds his place. Conscious that it could break under his feet.
“I grew up with a dog,” Bear finally responds, voice hoarse. First thing he’s said since last call at the bar.
“Yeah. Figures. What kind?”
“Black lab. We called her Daisy.”
It’s another lifetime ago. Still living in his parent’s house, Daisy curled by his dad’s feet, her favourite spot to sleep. Television playing at a low volume, mom at the kitchen table doing her crossword, ink bleeding into the side of her hand. It’s been a long time since Bear buried all of them. He’s buried countless people since.
“What—can’t get another? One and done? That’s how everything works for you?”
Teeth raze across his skin again. Trust Rip to always cut to the quick. Finally back in his neighbourhood at least, the street empty apart from the cars parked in their driveways or along the sidewalk. Bear’s stomach rumbles something fierce now, entreating him to eat. Worse than hunger is how he’d kill for a glass of water though. Anything to settle his head.
“Haven’t wanted a dog,” Bear grumbles, then clears his throat.
“Yeah, you have,” Rip scoffs. Bear hears him kick a rock, sending it skidding across the asphalt.
“Fuck off.”
Heart silicified in his chest, composed of fossilised shells and rocks and bones. It feels heavy in his chest.
He turns down the street leading to his house.
“Gotta let someone else in, Bear. Girl, dog—whatever. You can’t keep this up forever or it’ll kill you.”
When he turns around at the door, fishing in his pocket for his keys, the sidewalk beyond his house is empty.
(So a man lies down and rises not again; till the heavens are no more he will not awake or be roused out of his sleep.)
Every Friday like clockwork, Bear stops at the diner down the street for a coffee and a slice of cherry pie before heading to the bar.
Today is like any other. He leaves the house with only his keys and wallet and walks the long twenty minutes to the diner. Every time he fights the urge to drive, but there has to be something holding him in place. A reason not to throw it all away.
It’s never completely empty when he shows up, but it’s never full either. His seat at the back of the room is open as usual, like they put up a sign before he comes ambling down the street that says Reserved for Joe Graves and then pluck it away before he opens the door. It’d be nice if that were the case. Nice to have something just for him for a change. The thought comes with its accompanying pang of shame. Desire is a dangerous thing; anything he’s ever wanted has come at him with sharpened teeth, clamping down on his leg and ripping through the flesh. Bear trap for old Bear.
He slides into the booth and waits for someone to notice him. Never bothers to flag someone down—if it’s ten minutes or even half an hour before he’s served, that’s fine by him.
“Hiya,” a clear voice says to his right, pulling him away from staring through the blinds out the window. “Can I get you something to drink? Coffee, tea?”
The face Bear turns to meet is pleasant, smiling. Wide and untroubled. It’s not a face he recognizes though, despite months coming to this diner and becoming familiar with the staff. If he had to guess, he’d bet she only started a few days ago, maybe a week at most. She still has the sparkle of someone who hasn’t had the goodness beaten out of them yet.
“Coffee,” he says, his own smile strained. “And a slice of pie.”
“Sure—we have key lime, blueberry, apple—”
“Cherry,” he interrupts, not letting her build steam. The wick in his chest burns too low for any conversation. The quick flicker of her brow makes the shame in his chest swell again. Forgive me sitting on his lips, unsaid. I’m sorry, I don’t know why I do this.
She nods and scurries off to the back, skirt swishing with her movements. Bear notices only because his eyes get stuck there, somewhere between the curves of her hips and the roundness of her ass. When he realizes where he’s let his mind wander, he pulls it back, flattening his lips into a hard line. Any sort of indulgence feels wrong, a taking that shouldn’t be taken. He hasn’t even begun to pay penance for all the damage he’s wrought.
It’s only on her way back that Bear notices the small bump protruding from under her apron. His mouth goes dry. When she reaches him again, he wordlessly accepts the cup of coffee and her reassurance that the pie will be out in just a minute. For a moment, he can hardly meet her gaze, eyes locked on the gentle curve of her belly, caught off guard in a way he hasn’t been in months.
The first thought with any clarity is, what is she doing working here? A crummy diner on a Friday night. Down the street from an even sleazier pub. His second thought is to look outside at the poorly lit stretch of road and think that this is no place for a pregnant woman to be alone. He recognizes each car in the parking lot save one, likely hers. Drove herself here with the expectation of driving herself home at the end of the night.
If it had been Lena—well, he never would’ve let it be Lena, but if it had been, Bear can’t imagine letting his pregnant wife drive herself home in the middle of the night. Can hardly stomach the thought.
She’s not Lena though, so he has no right.
She’s gone before he has time to say anything else, skirt swishing behind her. It catches his eye again. When he tears his gaze away for a second time, he swallows back the metallic taste of self-loathing. It curdles in his mouth. It’s the sign telling him to stop coveting, stop looking out into the world and wondering what he can take. It’s his hamartia, his fatal flaw; thinking himself above the reproach of God. Thinking that he can kill, fuck, curse, and stray farther and farther from the light only to find his way back in the dark.
The bell above the door rings when someone else comes in and Bear tenses. His shoulders only relax when two older women step in and head to a table.
He watches as she picks up a plate from the pass-through window and heads back towards him. When she places it in front of him, he draws a deep breath in, trying to catch more than just the aroma of fresh baked cherries.
“Here we go…one slice of cherry pie, straight out of the oven.”
“Thanks, honey,” Bear rumbles, smile finally meeting his eyes.
“No trouble. The guys in the back said they make it special for you. Joe, right?”
That gets him to levy her with the full weight of his attention. The thought of her asking about him. “I go by Bear.”
“Oh. Alright, Bear.” She twists the word around in her mouth and seems to find it satisfying. “I think I’ve heard your name before. You were—I mean, you’re part of Pastor Adams’ parish, right?”
He clears his throat, cutting off the triangle point of his pie with the side of his fork. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Me too,” she confides, voice a low whisper. A secret between strangers. She doesn’t glance around though, doesn’t bother to draw out the ruse. “Or, I was, anyway. Haven’t been to service in awhile. I, um…I remember you. From a year or so back. You and your—um…you and your wife used to always sit up at the front.”
The fork scrapes against the plate. “Ex-wife.”
He catches her wince from the corner of his eye. “Oh. Sorry. You just—” She doesn’t have to say it. The slight dip of her eyes tells him all he has to know, and besides, it’s his own fault for still wearing the ring. Even with the paperwork signed and dated, even with Lena in another state now, starting a new life without him, the thought of taking it off makes him break out in a cold sweat.
“It’s not—” Bear starts before giving up. He curls his fingers into a fist on the table.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
“It’s fine. Not a big deal.”
She fidgets in the silence. Bear can’t bring himself to break it or make the atmosphere less oppressive. He tenses under it, the ache in his low back worsening. These days, he always aches. Nerve damage, a disc on the verge of slipping, an old ankle injury that flares up whenever he goes running. A ghost that follows him from haunt to haunt. The ring on his finger is just another old ache.
“So, uh—” he clears his throat, nodding to her belly. “Your first?”
It’s inappropriate, hardly his place to ask. Incredibly intrusive for someone he’s met for the first time, a stranger just trying to do her job and serve him coffee and pie before he goes off to drink himself half to death again at the dive bar down the road.
Still, he asks.
Only the faintest wrinkle of her nose betrays any embarrassment. “Oh. Yeah. First one.”
“Congratulations.” It’s sincere. The envy in his gut is old, but it’s a manageable pain.
“Thanks,” she says, with a small, private smile, hand resting absently under her belly. “I’m excited. I’m only a couple months along, but, uh…it’s been a journey. Just me and baby against the world, you know.”
That stops him in his tracks. Screws up the whole course of his evening because suddenly the sound of the bell over the door jingling doesn’t draw his attention away. It stays fixed on the smiling girl to his right that just opened her mouth and said something unacceptable.
“Where’s the dad?” he asks, far too bluntly.
She shrugs. “Somewhere. Didn’t stick around long enough to tell me where. It’s fine though—I’ve got my little peanut. That’s all that matters.”
“You told him and he left?”
The pie sits cooling in front of Bear as a pit in his stomach opens up. It’s a terrible, empty hole that holds truths like the fallibility of the body and the good shouldering the burdens of the world.
He only regrets being so direct when her lip quivers, a little motion that betrays her until she wrests control over her face again. “It’s not his fault. I don’t think he was—well…you know, it was a surprise.”
“That’s—” he struggles to find his words, “—that’s not right.”
Again, she shrugs. “That’s life.”
Bear feels his eyes go hard. A coldness settles under his skin.
In the deep, dark gut of him, only anger lives. He spends his days questioning why God has allowed everything else in his life to fall apart, has allowed countless other people to die, but refuses, for reasons unbeknownst to him, to kill him. He’s given him enough opportunity and enough reason.
The answer he circles back to time and again is the same. An eye for an eye. Divine wrath. The litany of his sins could be sung until the end of time and there’d still be more to sing. It’s only right that there would be consequences for him.
The rage that simmers in his blood now is twofold. It begins with the sharp pang of injustice, of witnessing a punishment meted out to someone innocent. The girl standing by the booth he’s shoved himself into, almost too small for a man of his size, cannot be deserving of the same punishment that he’s brought upon himself. She has never killed. The babe in her belly has never killed. The two of them should never have to meet at the point of two paths converging with the likes of someone like Bear and proceed down the same road together.
Then it sinks into a familiar territory. A place at the core of him where righteousness gives way to envy, as it always does. After what he's been through, the thought of someone having everything that he's always desperately wanted handed to them on a silver platter and then sending it back leaves him feeling a bit off-kilter. Not quite right.
“Bear?” Her voice breaks the silence. When he blinks, concerned eyes stare down at him, brows furrowed. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah,” he rasps, dragging a hand down his face. Shaking it off. “Sorry, I—got lost in my head. Sorry.”
“That’s alright,” she says, again gentle in her voice and smile. “Easy place to get lost in, isn’t it?”
He makes a sound in acknowledgment. Drags the silence out. Her mouth twists shy under his scrutiny.
“Anyway, I have a few other tables to get to, if you don’t mind. Enjoy your pie. I’ll check on you in a bit.”
He eats his slice of pie in silence as she leaves, eyes following her to her next table. Rage still sizzles under his fingertips. It makes his hands shake, old nerve damage and anger problems.
It’s like a gun punch to think of her all on her own. It’s not right. For someone like him, well, it’s—deserved, earned. Inevitable, even. Every step taking him further away from grace, from its light. No one who knows his story would think otherwise.
She’s a pretty thing though, this new waitress. Too tired, the bags under her eyes testament to that, no matter how well she hides them with makeup. Slightly puffy anyway, maybe from a lack of sleep or too many tears. His stomach aches at the thought. It must have come as a shock, the bottom of her world dropping out from under her when the baby’s father took off. Dragged away from the church not through her own doing, but the fault of another. Not her shame to bear, and yet.
He forces the pie down. Bites that taste like nothing,
Bear hears the lilt of her voice from two tables over. “Refill on your coffee, hun?”
A supplicant sits in his place as he sips his coffee. The hour slips by into the next and it starts to come together in his mind. Why he's been forced down this long road alone, why God hasn't struck him down yet despite every terrible thing he's done. His eyes follow her flit across the diner, the light seeming to bend around her like a halation.
When Bear looks across the room at her, he thinks, Lord, do not think I am waiting patiently for your hands. Every part of me trembles with anxiety.
(O Lord, show me I can fall apart together again; but not just yet.)
He stays until the last customer has finally left, waiting for her to come back to his table with an apologetic smile. When she does, Bear hands her his empty plate, watching her take a step back when he scoots out of the booth, rising to his full height. He makes note of the way her eyes round as they follow him up. Taller than her, unsurprisingly. Surprising though, the way her bottom lip droops just the slightest bit.
“Is it just you closing up?” he asks, voice a tad too gruff. He clears his throat again, looking around for anyone else.
“Well, the chef’s cleaning up in the back, but, uh—” she looks around the diner, conspicuously empty apart from the two of them. “Yeah. Just me.”
Bear gestures with his chin towards the door. “I’ll wait ‘till you’re done, then walk you to your car.”
“Oh, Joe—”
“Bear,” he corrects.
“Bear,” she amends, fingers twisting together now. He relishes the sound of it on her lips. “You don’t have to. I’m used to it, honestly. I know I just started here, but I’ve done closes before, you know.”
“I’ll wait outside.” A statement now. Stubborn. He’s always been a bit mulish, hard to shake off.
He can tell the second she relents, shoulders slumping. “Alright. I shouldn’t be too long…you can leave if you get bored though. Won’t blame you.”
He fights the urge to tilt her head up by the chin to make her meet his eyes. Just barely restrains himself.
Leaning against a tree out front, he twirls the ring around his finger as he watches her clean up. For the first time in a long time, he slips it off.
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Temptations part 3 - step-sister! ellie x fem reader
part 1 - part 2 - part 3
wk - 5k
additional tags- step-sister! ellie, sarah doesn’t exists in this bc I said so, band! ellie, weed! mentions, cocky! ellie, loser! ellie, perv! ellie, sexual tension, overstimulation, orgasm denial, light choking, use of the word daddy like once, word cock/dick usage, oral (reader! receiving), fingering (reader receiving), strap-on usage (reader receiving), pussy slapping (sorry but not really), spit play, ellie is messy w it, scissoring, finger sucking, e! is rough but also really hot, implied consent obvi
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You quickly pull away, the loud banging on the
door practically sent you into a shock.
What were you thinking? We're you even thinking at all? That was a dumb question because no, you weren't. You simply let your body take control- letting it fulfill whatever fucked up need you had.
Ellie pulled away with a huff, frustrated in more ways than one, as she walked towards the front door, leaving you in the kitchen with a soaking patch growing inside your panties.
"The fuck took you so long?" Ellie said, annoyed, greeting the man at the door who was nothing but a stranger to you.
You get up, adjusting the hem of your dress to make sure everything was covered and walk towards to them.
"Sorry man. Tire blew out- had to put on a donut."
The guy said, sounding pretty unaffected- buzzed beached hair and a piercing on the arch of his eyebrow.
"I thought you said you got pulled over?" Ellie asked, sounding pretty fed up already.
"Ohhh yeah- a cop pulled us over to tell us we had a flat. Was wondering' why the road felt so bumpy." The man trailed off, mentally putting together the puzzle pieces in his head.
He was high.. like really high, the whites of his eyes a shade of pink, half closed and glossed over.
He glanced over Ellie's shoulder, meeting your shy and slightly guilty-ridden face.
"Damn Williams- you didn't say you had a new girl with you."
He points a finger in your direction, making you more uncomfortable with the acknowledgment.
"Don't be a fucking creep- she's my sister." Ellie snaps back, moving further in front of you like she was shielding you from his sight.
"Get in the van ash before you piss me off more."
Even from standing behind her, you could tell she was rolling her eyes. She was never the patient type.
The man "Ash" threw his hands up, spun around, and walked towards Ellie's car, a classic creeper van that she got because "it's convenient to move shit."
"Sorry bout' him. Weed burned all his brain cells, but I promise he's harmless."
Ellie apologized as she turns around to face you, scratching the back of her neck. Bingo.
"S' okay." You giggle, chasing her eyes with yours and when she looks- you bat your doe eyes at her, your lips widening into a gloss coated smile which made Ellie's cheeks flush and her head spin.
If it was up to her, she'd say fuck the band and fucking anything else that got in her way of having you to herself.
She would've had you bent over the same counter just moments earlier- your bare tits smushed against the granite while she had your dress hiked up over your ass and her knuckles snugged deep inside your pussy.
Ellie clears her throat, rocking on her heels as she looks around the room at anything but you. You weren't going to make this easy for her, and you wanted her to know that.
"Ready to go?" Ellie holds out a hand and you take it, letting her lead you two out the door and down the driveway.
This was Ellie's way of pretending that you're hers, even if it's just for tonight, canvassing it like it was just innocent sisterly affection.
The back of the van was packed to the brim with three more people besides the man that you met earlier, along with instruments and other equipment that you couldn't name.
Ellie points at them individually, telling you their names, and they all greet you in unison, laughing and smiling- not one of them seemed entirely sober but friendly enough.
Ellie insisted you were her passenger. She pretty much kicked Ash from the front seat so you can sit beside her- claiming "family comes first".
It was kinda embarrassing. I mean, Ellie wasn't being the most subtle, so you mouth a "sorry" under your breath in his direction before putting on your seat belt, but you couldn't deny how hot your face felt when she'd openly favor you to such a degree.
The van shortly filled with a thick haze of smoke, the music cranked to an overwhelming degree and everyone talking- more like yelling over each other. It was fun though, and it felt refreshing to be with a group of people that didn't care what anyone else thought about them, freely being themselves without feeling bad about it.
"Here- you take control." Ellie said without looking at you, eyes still on the road ahead as she hands you the aux cord.
"Oh- no- Ellie I don't know what to put on."
I take the cord in my hands, turning it over in my fingers.
"Just play anything babe-"
Ellie cuts herself off to fix her mistake, but it was too late. She slipped, and she quickly froze, waiting to see if anyone else in the van caught on, but they didn't, too busy finishing off a joint and laughing at the top of their lungs.
But you? You definitely noticed, and for a second, it felt normal until Ellie's reaction reminded you it wasn't.
"Babe, huh?" You chuckle, mocking her words under your breath as you plug in your phone, scrolling through Spotify until you find something that felt like a safe choice.
Ellies felt her cheeks ignite, both from embarrassment but also your reaction. You weren't mad or scared; you smiled wildly at the nickname, embracing it, and based on your body language- you encouraged it.
You shifted in the seat, scooting as close as you could, turning your body in her direction and crossed your legs, not bothering to fix your dress that scrunched up to the point your lace underwear was peaking out from under the fabric.
You traced shapes on her forearm that rested on the center console with your manicured nail, tracing the lines of her tattoo. You felt Ellie tense under your touch, swallowing hard and trying her best to keep her eyes on the fucking road.
Sisterly affection, right?
-
Ellie pulls the van into the alley behind the bar, shifting the gear into park.
It was pitch black, the only light source being a light pole at the corner, flickering in and out, making the already sketchy area even more unsettling.
You take a deep breath as you exit the car, shutting the door and adjusting your dress.
"Do you play here a lot?" Your voice peaks in question, looking at Ellie who was already unloading the van, holding something heavy in her arms, veins and muscles straining under the weight.
"Yeah- every other weekend or so."
You tried helping in any way you could, grabbing mic stands or rolled up cords, but Ellie always shot you down, shaking her finger followed by a "tsk tsk" and a "can't have you gettin' hurt, princess- the old man will never forgive me."
You eventually give up, knowing anything about your step sister-she's stubborn and doesn't take no for an answer. Instead you sit in the van, legs hanging out the side with the door open, observing the amount of effort it took all of them, but if you were being honest... you only looked at Ellie.
How could you not?
Her biceps bulged, and veins popped in her forearms and all the way down to her hands. Her face was focused, eyebrows scrunched together that made her look unapproachable, but when ever she caught your stares, she'd always give a side smile and a wink.
She was a literal walking wet dream.
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To say the bar was crowded, was an understatement. The small area was filled with people that were hip to hip, waving beer bottles in their hands, yelling and cheering like they were celebrating a hard-earned victory.
It smelled like smoke and sweat; stickers and hand draw graffiti decorated the walls. Most of the people in there, we're young, mid-20s/ 30s, with the occasional older biker types sprinkled in.
You stood by awkwardly, definitely wishing you wore something that blended in more while Ellie and the rest of the band were setting up on the makeshift stage that was only a few feet from you.
You dazed out into the crowd, rocking from foot to foot when you felt Ellies presence loom over you.
"We're about to start. If you want a drink or anything- just tell Mario at the bar that you're here with me. He'll hook you up." Ellie said in a unintentionally raspy voice, crouching down on the stage to be at eye level with you.
You smile at her, looking down and giving Ellie the perfect time to ogle your tits from a downwards view.
You look up at her and lean in, positioning yourself between her bent knees, letting your nails linger over the denim of her jeans.
You stand on your tippy-toes so that you could get close enough to whisper.
"I'm not taking my eyes off you."
Ellie took a deep breath in as those words danced off the tip of your tongue, so sweet and yet, so suggestive.
Ellie bit the inside of her cheek hard; to bring her back down to earth after the way you teased her. She lifted a finger, tapping it to the underside of your chin, not in an affection way, more of "keep that shit up and see where it gets you" sort of way.
She stood, returning to the center of the stage and draped the guitar around her shoulder, plugging it in and strumming the cords to ensure the tune.
The crowd erupted into cheers louder than before, you look around and can't help but smile as the first few notes start to play.
You didn't recognize the beat, but you didn't care. Your eyes solely looked at Ellie, tuning everyone else out.
She sang into the microphone, chipped black nail polished fingers holding it in place on the mic stand. You felt entranced- under a spell, too busy soaking up the sight and not wanting to forget this night happened.
She looked like a natural, happy, and in her element, beads of sweat forming on her forehead and bridge of her nose, making stands of her hair stick to the sides of her face.
You sway to the music, rocking from side to side with a stupid smile on your face; because all you can think is, she was born for this.
Ellie tried her best to interact with the crowd, but it was hard to look at anyone else knowing you were there, front and center. The way your face lit up in shades of green and red from the neon lights overhead, your smile beaming and how effortlessly you swayed your hips, not too much, but enough to help Ellie imagine you using those movements- swirling your hips on her strap.
You catch Ellie's attention, using the opportunity to blow a kiss at her which definitely may or may not have, made Ellie's voice crack.
You can tell she was frazzled- embarrassed that her mistake echoed into the bar, but no one else seemed to care, too busy singing along and dancing- not to mention inebriated.
You cover your mouth to hide a giggle, your cheeks gleaming from the fullness and sweat of the hot bodies that danced around you.
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Ellie and the rest of the band; were starting to pack up after saying their closing lines and thanking everyone for being here tonight.
The crowd had fizzled out. Most left, respectively-being it was almost 3 in the morning, while others passed out over tables and chairs.
"Well, whaddya think, was it everything you'd dream it'd be?" Ellie asked, dropping down from the stage to dangle her legs over the edge right next to you.
You leaned against the platform, placing a hand on her knee, looking around to make sure everyone else was still putting shit in the van.
"I think-"
You draw out your words, hushing them into a whisper.
"You- might have found your biggest fan."
Somehow you ended up between her thighs, your hands on each knee as you continue to lean into your words.
Ellie found herself subconsciously leaning in, closing the space between you, her eyes flickering to a darker gaze, her lips parted slightly as short breaths escaped them. You had a spell on her, a girl who thought she could snake her way between any women's legs, but you?
You had all the power over her.
"What do you think you're doing, huh?" Ellie asked, her voice low and coarse from her hours of singing/screaming into a microphone.
It sent shivers down your spine- how she loomed over you, how she looked at you- like she was ready to jump your fucking bones.
You bat your eyelashes, inching you hands further up the inside of her jean cladded thighs, "m' not doing anything, el's... just showing my appreciation is all." You play dumb, rubbing circles dangerously close to the seam of her crotch.
"You're unbelievable-"
"Vans' all packed, ready to go-?"
Ash called out, entering the doorway from the back alley.
You pulled away, clearing your throat, trying to shoot down any suspicions that he may have had.
Ellie kicked off the platform, running a hand through her shagged haircut.
"Yeah- let's blow this place."
She took your hand in hers, letting you trail behind her as you go back to the car.
It felt urgent and rushed, feeling her grip. She was frustrated and wanted to get you home as quickly as possible to teach you a lesson- make herself feel like she was in control again.
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The ride home was... tense. Ellie didn't say a word, her jaw clenched, white fisting the steering wheel.
When we got home, she didn't bother saying goodbyes or offering anyone to crash for the night, which she usually would do. She was too determined, too eager to let any more distractions get in her way.
The rest of her band pulled out of the driveway, red brake lights disappearing into the distance, while Ellie continued to tug- more like drag you into the house, making sure to be as quiet as possible to not wake your poor, unsuspecting father.
She drags you up the stairs, your heels making you trip, but she doesn't ease up. The grip on your wrist tightening.
You whisper yell to her, telling her to slow down, but it went unacknowledged.
She yanks you into your bedroom, practically pushing you onto the bed, shutting the door quickly, but making sure to turn the knob so it wouldn't echo a clicking noise throughout the house.
Your heartbeat thuds harder against your chest, propping yourself up on your elbows as you looked at her. You felt a tightening in your stomach, and the room felt like it was on fire.
"You had fun tonight, huh? Like playing your little games with me?" Ellie said accusingly, steeping to the foot of the bed, placing a knee between your legs that dangled over the side.
"I don't know what you're talking about." You continue to act innocent, lowering your voice into a hushed wined like a kicked puppy.
Her knee between your legs forces them apart, displaying your laced-covered heat.
Ellie clicked her tongue against her teeth, slinking a finger to raise the hem of your dress to get a better look.
"Want me to take care of that?" She teases, a cocky smirk hinted on her lips as she motions a eyebrow raise at your sopping cunt.
You almost whimper just from hearing her voice alone, in fact, you probably did.
You don't respond, too distracted by how fucking hot you felt.
Ellie widens her stance, prying your legs further apart as she climbed on top of you.
"Or- do you want me to let you deal with it yourself."
She mere inches from your face, her breath brushing against your lips.
You shake your head desperately, indicating a no.
"Ah-ah.. need to hear you say it pretty girl."
She smirks, her eye contact deepening.
"N-no els.. need your help." You whined, hoping it would make her have pity on you.
Your hands reach up, snaking your fingers through her hair.
She dips down further, pausing before your lips touch. Ellie's lips ghost over, barely grazing yours. Her knee hikes between your thighs and bumps against your cunt.
"A-ah.." You moan, biting your lip and start to grind yourself down on her knee.
In an instant, something ignited in Ellie, hearing your moans and how you desperately tried to get yourself off with little patience or rhythm. She connects your lips, and a low moan vibrates in your mouth as she slips her tongue inside, grazing your teeth and spongy walls.
"You're fucking killing me.." She growls between open mouth kisses, letting her knee drag over your poor, neglected pussy.
You whine, placing your hands on the back of her thighs and pushing her harder against you.
"S' not enough... need more e-ellie."
"Pretty girl needs more, huh?" She said mockingly in a way that sounded dehumanizing.
You nod enthusiastically, your eyebrows furrowing up in frustration.
"Then beg." She stopped all movements with her knee, and your hips raise to connect the contact, but it was no use- only she can save you now.
"P-please els.. I'll do anything- I'll be good.. please." You babbled and pleaded, not really sure what you were saying, but you didn't care as long as it got her to touch you.
Ellie smirked down at you, clearly satisfied that she had you this needy.
"Atta girl... have to be quiet though- Can't have dad hearing you getting fucked, can we?"
You nod pathetically again and Ellie rewards you with a kiss for how good you were being. She pulls away, hovering over you on her knees as she looked down, eyes trailing slowly to take you all in.
She gets off the bed, kneeling at the edge of it to be eye level with your soaked cunt.
"Up."
She taps your calf, signaling for you to prop up your legs and you do what she says without any hesitation.
She thumbs over your pussy, looking up to watch you squirm from the littlest touches that she gives you.
She rubs tight circles over your clit, and to be honest- it felt like a punishment- how lightly she was doing it, knowing how fucking worked up you were.
"Els... please." You whine, tears forming in the corners of your eyes, thrusting your hips up shamelessly.
You hear ellie chuckle to herself before she palms your pussy harshly, rolling her wrist against it which caused you to cry out.
"Sorry baby- just love seeing you all stupid for me." She continued to feel you through your panties, getting you more wet than before.
The pet names she was throwing out had you close by itself, knowing how fucking wrong it was, but fuck... nothing has ever felt this good.
She wrapped her hands around your thighs, fisting the fat between her fingers to spread you out more. You cover your mouth to suppress a moan.
She dips down, hovering over your cunt and you felt her breath hitting your core before she flat tongues a strip over the fabric. She uses her fingers to tug aside your panties, letting the tip of her tongue flick your erect clit.
You bite down on your hand while the other fists your comforter, rocking your hips against her tongue.
"F-fuuu- mm." Your jaw hangs open, fully engrossing yourself with the sensations of her skilled touch.
"Taste so fucking good, baby.. knew you would." Ellie whispered- almost growled between each taste, her hunger growing more out of control.
You pull at the top your dress, yanking your straps down your shoulders and palm your tits, kneading the fat between your fingers.
Ellie noticed, her eyes widening a little before going dark again. She rips off your underwear, yanking them down your legs and tossing them to the floor.
You yelp/moan in surprise as her hands grab you by the back of your thighs and yank you down further to the edge of the bed. She pushes your knees up, leaving your pussy fully exposed to her.
"So pretty.. such a pretty pussy." Ellie says, almost to herself as she placed a kiss to your bud before taking it into her mouth, suckling it until it was swollen and puffy.
You were a mess at this point, overstimulated, and at the same time, you wanted more.
Ellie sat up to watch you carefully, running her fingers over your folds before slapping your puffy cunt repeatedly. It started light at first, but each slap had more power than the last, and she just watched. She watched you squirm, and buckling your hips, trying to get away, but her other hand had a tight grip on your hip to keep you in place.
Full-on tears were streaming down your face at this point, and your clit was throbbing, but you still felt so empty and desperate to be filled.
"E-ellie.. it's too much.. n-need you inside." You said through broken sobs to the best of your abilities.
Ellie's hand tighten on your hip and it will definitely leave bruises for the days to come.
"You need me inside pretty girl?" Ellie fakes a sympathetic tone, her hand smearing your slick further down your thighs before placing a kiss to the delicate skin.
You nod down at her through wet eyelashes, using the back of your hand to wipe away a stray tear.
Your exhale was cut short, Ellie's finger plunging into your pussy, slow at first and just holding it inside, curling it against your walls.
"O-oh- fuuck." You fist the sheets at your sides, your dress bunched up where it only covered a small portion of your mid-section, leaving all the most important details on display.
Her single finger was joined by a second, pumping in and out slowly and spreading them apart inside you. Ellie lacked any rhythm, purposefully slowly her movements when you were close to your climax.
You were a mess, hair sticking to your forehead, and your lip was swollen and raw from biting down on it to keep yourself fucking quiet.
Ellie loved every second of it, watching you fall apart from every little thing she did to you, but it was getting harder to ignore how her boxers were sticking to her own arousal.
After Ellie was satisfied that your were properly stretch out for her, she got up and left the room, leaving you confused on the bed.
She returned not even 2 minutes later, her pants gone, leaving her in just her boxers and her black muscle tank, but she had on something else; a harness that cupped the underside of her ass and a purple silicone dick that stood between her thighs.
Your breath catches in your throat, and a shudder runs down your spine as she strolls over to the bed. 'How could she possibly get any hotter?' You thought to yourself.
She gets on the bed, crawling over you and cages you in with her hands on either side of your head.
Her hand reaches around your throat, squeezing lightly as she connects your lips, it's sloppy and rough, leaving you begging for what's to come.
You break away, your hand coming up to tuck a stray hair behind her ear.
"We shouldn't do this."
"Oh- now you want to stop?" She grins, her hand on your throat coming down to squeeze your tit before rolling your nipple between her fingers.
You moan, squeezing your eyes shut as your head presses further back into the mattress.
"S' not what I said." You whisper sweetly.
"Good-" and just like that, her hand holds the base of her dick, lining it up to your entrance, running it along your folds, and coating it in your slick.
"P-please, please, Ellie.. I need it- O-oh.. fuc-k." You're cut off by her dick slamming into you, fully disappearing inside your cunt. Your nails sink into her forearm, surly leaving crescent shapes into the flesh.
She slowly pulls out only to snap her hips forward, repeating the motion that had you reaching for her, begging to feel her lips on yours again.
You were split open, brain foggy and the only thing you could focus on was her. You whine and moan, sharpe exhales cut short by the tip of her cock hitting your cervix just right. You are babbling incoherently, barely able to form a coherent thought, simply muttering her name over and over again, and it was music to Ellie's ears.
She falls forward, her hand wrapping around your jaw as she plants open mouth kisses to your puffy lips, wet of your saliva mixed with hers.
"Fuck- taking me so well, baby. Such a good girl."
She breathed into your lips, pent up frustration covered up by praises.
Ellie was growing more insatiable, her hand wondering down to squeeze your tit, pulling at your redden and abused peak, but it wasn't enough.
Her pointer and middle finger glazed over your bottom lip, smearing your spit across your face before tapping for entry. You opened hesitantly at first, too fucked out to question her. Her fingers slip in, reaching further into the back of your throat. You moan around her, tasting yourself on her as she presses against your tongue.
Ellie snaps, her hips rutting faster against yours, hitting deeper and harder than you thought anyone could. You yell out in painful pleasure, Ellie's hand coming up to cover your mouth as she sucks on your neck, breathing into it like a women starved. Ellie wanted to take her time with you- wanted you to beg for her to come, but she was past that point.
Tears steamed down your cheeks, your nails clawed at the back of her shoulders as she pistoned into your aching cunt. Your cries were growing louder, muffed by Ellie's hand and she felt your body tense under her, signaling how close you were.
Her lips tugged at the sensitive skin below your ear, pulling and letting it plop back into place, moving up to position her lips over your ear.
"Cum fr' daddy, baby girl."
That's all it took, hearing her primitive voice echo in your brain, feeling her breath fan over your neck. Your hips buckle and then stiffen, her lips capture yours the hide the cry that you both knew was coming on. Your back arches off the mattress, your legs tighten around her waist to keep her deep inside as you come undone on her cock.
She slows her pace inside, snapping her hips against your spongy walls, working you through your orgasm.
She quickly placed a kiss to your worn lips, carefully removing herself from you. You were left breathless, still feeling the aftershocks sparking through your body, not noticing Ellie ridding herself of the hardness and the rest of her clothes minus the black sport bra that she kept on.
She crawled back on the bed, her hands prying your knees open as she portioned herself between your legs.
You barely had time to take in the fact she was almost fully naked, her toned stomach and defined 'v' that lead your eyes down to her dripping pussy.
"Wha-? Els... what are you-?" You ask, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
"M' not done with you yet, baby- not after the way you've been teasing me- gonna use your pretty pussy to cum... can you let me do that?" She smirks, rubbing a hand down your inner thigh. It wasn't a question- she was simply vocalizing what she was going to do, and who were you to deny her?
Your breath hitches, your cunt clenching around nothing, already missing the pressure of her inside. You nod weakly at her, taking your bottom between your teeth.
"Good girl." She coos, leaning down to kiss your knee.
She wedges herself between you two, positioning one of your legs over her shoulder as she sinks down onto you.
"Mm... fuck- oh my god- you make feel so fucking good babe." Ellie moans, grinding her sopping cunt against yours, the combination of your slick coating your thighs and hers.
You're beyond gone at this point, eyes blown out, and the corners of your vision going dark. Ellie grunted with each snap of her hips, her temple resting against your calf as her eyes focused on where you two were connected. Her jaw hung slightly and her brows furrowed upwards, little moans threatened her tongue.
You felt your stomach tightening, your clit pulsating and rubbed raw.
"E-ellie... I can't- gonna cum." You whine, your tone dripping in lust, and desperate to come undone.
"M-me too.. fuck- gonna cum all over your fucking pussy." Ellie said through clenched teeth, speaking more to herself than to you, getting off to hearing such crude words come from her mouth.
If kissing your step-sister wasn't bad enough... this was crossing the line of downright; filthy. The sounds that filled the room, wet skin rubbing against more wet skin, your whines mixed with Ellie's moans and sharp, shallow breaths. It was something straight out of a porno.
"You feel so-fucking-good.. oh my god-" Ellie's jaw drops, rutting her hips harder and faster against yours to reach her growing climax.
Your nails dig into her hip bone, your body going limp and you just take it, too fucked out to do anything else.
You babble her name weakly, eyes rolling back into your skull, grabbing at her in any way you can.
"Fuck-fuck-ohmygod-" You cry, causing Ellie to kiss your inner thigh that rested on her shoulder, sweetly, cooing words of 'I know' and 'cum for me pretty girl'.
Her hips sputter and jolt, growing harder to keep her pace as she reached her peak.
One last glide of her hips had both of you falling apart, shaking and squirming beneath her, whining and moaning into the back of your hand.
She slowed her pace before stopping all together, gently removing your leg and brought it down to rest on the bed.
She laid beside you, breathing heavily, bringing her forearm to rest over her eyes. You both stay like that for for a moment, catching your breath and letting the silence creep into the room.
Ellie turns to face you and brings the sheet up, and over your frame, slinking an arm over your torso. You turn to look at her, almost too engrossed in her features to think about the consequences. Her skin was dewy, freckles sprinkled her cheeks and upper lip, and her lips were full and a darker shade of pink from how chaffed they were. She was beautiful, and you were fucked.
"Probably shouldn't have done that, huh?" She chuckles, bringing her hand up to remove a strand of hair from your face.
A burst of air escapes your nose as you return a giggle, placing your hand on top of hers as it cups your cheek.
"Probably not- what are we going to do?" You ask rhetorically, eyes dazing up to the ceiling.
Ellie hums in thought, memorizing the side of your face, wanting to remember every detail of your skin.
"We could change our names... move to the other side of the country." She teased, but only partly.
"Ha- seems like a lot of work for the sake of having sex with someone." You playfully scoff, rolling your eyes.
Her thumb dances over your bottom lip, swiping back and forth like she's deep in a thought.
"Just say the words and I'll buy the plane tickets."
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best friend!ellie who is actually in love with you and hates every person you bring home
you do not have the best track record with relationships
in fact literally every person you date turns out to be a major scumbag
and ellie knows this
because more often than not she's the one picking up the pieces and consoling you
when really all she wants is to tell you to leave those idiots and be with her
“look,” she says to you one day, as you're about to embark on another date
"just don’t… don’t go with him, okay?”
"i'm gonna be fine. he’s not like the others, he’s - he’s really nice, els. and sweet. i think you’d really like him.”
ellie scoffs at this, jaw clenching
“and I really appreciate how much you care. i do. you’re - you’re an amazing friend-”
that's what did it
ellie's gaze flickers back to you, all ice
any evidence of her previously gentle demeanour has completely vanished
"i’m not gonna like him,” she snaps. "as a matter of fact, i’m not even gonna try. you know why?”
she takes a step forward and presses her finger against your chest, hard
"because they're all nice," she continues. "jake was nice. alex was nice. hell, even brady was nice to you at first, but that got pretty overshadowed by the other girlfriend he had the entire time, huh?”
she jabs her finger at you to enunciate every point
“Face it,” Ellie huffs. “None of these guys are good enough for you. They’re all just gonna hurt you, lie to you, cheat on you, whatever. And if you keep going along this road, someday you’re gonna end up married to some deadbeat that treats you like shit and screws his secretary, all because he was nice.”
at this point ellie has you backed up against the wall, the distance between you so little than you can feel her laboured breaths against your lips
at her words, something inside you twists, and a shot of laughter bubbles up your throat
“Don’t you think I know that? Don’t you think that this is embarrassing enough for me as it is?”
“Don’t you think,” you spit, “that I feel like an absolute idiot every time I find out you’re right about the guy I’m seeing? That he doesn’t actually love me, that he’s just like the rest?”
“Because I do, okay? And the first thing I think of when one of these douchebags cheats on me or yells at me or lies to me isn’t even about how I’m feeling. It’s you!”
Ellie is taken aback by this, like a lot
"Me?"
“Yes, Ellie, you. I think of how your face gets all scrunched up, like - like this! Oh my god, you’re doing it right now.”
you grab her face with both hands as if to solidify your point
“I think about how you look at me like this, feeling all sorry for me and concerned and pitiful and I just…” your breath catches , a sob building in your throat
“I hate what comes after that, too. How angry you get, frustrated because you have to deal with this again and again and again.”
at this point ellie has to grab your wrist to stop you from jabbing the heel of your hand against your forehead repeatedly
she takes your wrists in her hands, concern etched into her features
"hey, hey. i'm not mad at you. i'm never mad at you."
you whine like a little kid when you respond
"yeah, you are"
"'m never mad at you," ellie assures you, pulling you into a hug. "just hate seeing you get hurt. it fucks me up, seeing what those guys do to you. and yeah, it makes me fucking pissed."
you're still really upset, choking back sobs as ellie rubs your back
"i know you think i'm pathetic," you say softly
and ellie's like what?????
because she doesn't think that, ofc she doesn't
"said it yourself. 'm never gonna meet a guy that's good to me. why bother, right?"
"no, that's not what i--" ellie cuts off, struggling to find the right words. "i didn't mean it like that."
"what'd you mean then?"
ellie's in physical pain trying to find a way to say this
because tbh she's been avoiding it for a while now
"just meant that... like, these guys, they're... they're idiots, because you're absolutely gorgeous and they don't see that"
"you don't think that guys find me pretty?"
"what? no! of course they see it. they just don’t notice the little things, you know? like the look you get when you aced a test and you’re about to tell me about it, or how you refuse to wear anything but a skirt even when it’s freezing out-”
what ellie's really trying to say slowly dawns on you
"ellie-” you cut in
“I mean, not that I’m complaining or anything-”
“ellie.”
“I just mean that there’s a million little things that make you who you are that these guys just don’t get. And I could spell it out for them, hell, I could even put it on like, a huge billboard and they still wouldn’t get it. Because that’s just who they are. And it makes sense that you’re shocked by it every time, because it makes no sense-”
“Ellie.”
“Fuck it,” Ellie curses below her breath, before grabbing your face in her hands and meeting your lips with hers
and it was one thing for her to kiss you, but God, it was another thing completely for you to kiss her back
it's completely electric, and ellie can't even believe it's happening
you pull away first, breathless
"you gonna let me talk now?" you ask, your words coming out muffled because ellie's hands are still planted firmly on your cheeks
"no," ellie says, and then dives into you again
when she finally, reluctantly, pulls up for air, you try a second time
"ellie," you whine, and she laughs and kisses you again quickly
"okay," she breathes, "talk."
you're just trying to make sense of the situation right now because everything is happening so suddenly
"you like me," you say, looking for confirmation
"i love you," ellie corrects, "i love you, and i swear that if that airhead comes into this room in the next five minutes to pick you up for that date, i'm going to punch his lights out"
"hey," you pout, "michael is nice"
ellie rolls her eyes and says "there you go again with the nice"
"fine," you laugh, "no more nice guys. i don't like 'em anyway"
"well that's a surprise"
you hum against the crook of her neck, "don't like nice guys. love you, though"
"good," ellie murmurs against your hair, "'m sick of 'em. don't wanna see 'em around my girl again"
"no more nice guys," you solemnly agree, "just mean, scary ellie"
"that's right," ellie agrees, before leaning down to kiss you again and again and again :))
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I know darling
Colby Brock x Fem!Reader
you sent Colby a lengthy paragraph about all the things you want him to do to you. and he makes everything you sent come true
TW: Dom Colby, p in v sex, fingering (Fem receiving), teasing, video masterbation (from Colby), mentions of Sam joining and watching, face fucking (Fem receiving), fingering, name calling "love, baby, angel, sweetheart, good girl, good bitch, pretty girl, bitch, whore, slut", praise and degradation, cursing, video during it, aftercare, plot twist
I am a firm believer that Colby is into face fucking
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once I started texting the words I wanna say, they wouldn't stop coming. once I felt like I said enough to get him going, I sent it along with a spicy pic of me in his favorite lingerie. and now I wait for his response.
Colby POV
That was one of the scariest things we've ever caught on camera. me, Kris, and Sam decided we had enough and packed up to go home. we all get in the car and wait for the long car ride home.
once we get into a town, I finally have service and I get a shit ton of notifications. the one that caught my eye was the one y/n sent. I see she sent a long paragraph along with a photo. I was expecting a message about how much she misses me. holy shit I was wrong.
what I'm reading is the most spine chilling, boner inducing, and cock throbbing thing I've ever read. the more I read, the more hard I get. I grab my xplr hoodie and cover my lower half, not wanting Sam to see my boner.
we still have a 3 hour car ride back to LA, I'm not gonna make it that long. my breath get harsh and fast. Sam notices and says something. "hey man, you good?" he asks as he hits my arms. "yeah uhm I'm good, just thinking about the stuff that happened earlier."
I'll give it an hour and see if it goes away.
*an hour later*
well it's been an hour and I still have a boner. I roll my eyes and try to think of an excuse.
"hey Sam uh pull over to a gas station, I uhm have to piss" I lie. "I got you man" Sam pulls over to a gas station and I quickly run out of the car and into the bathroom. I sigh as I pull down my pants when an idea popped in my head.
I pull out my phone and start recording.
*a little while later*
I finish and clean myself up as i send the video to y/n.
me: video
me: I hope you enjoy this love
Y/n POV
I hear my phone buzz and I open it without hesitation. I see he sent a video and I watch it from beginning to end.
me: can't wait for you to get home daddy~
I know that name gets him going and I wanna see what happens. not even 5 minutes later, I get another text from him.
colbs<333: god you have no idea what you do to me, angel. when I get home, you better have my favorite outfit on with your head hanging off the side of the bed<3
me: yes sir<33
since I have his location, I can see how far away he is. he's about an hour and a half away from home, so when he gets about 10 minutes away from home, I'll do what he says.
*an hour and a half later*
I get more and more excited when I watch his icon get closer and closer to our house. I decide to get changed into his favorite lingerie and lay down on the bed.
I hear the door open and I hear stuff slam on the ground with fast foot steps coming up the stairs. I quickly put my head off the side of the bed just like he said. the door swings open and I see him with lustful eyes eating me alive.
"goddamn angel, you look gorgeous" he walks closer to me. his rough, calloused hands run all over my body as he ogles me. every movement he makes on my body, I twitch with anticipation.
he plays with my tits as he runs his fingers over my nipples over the lingerie as a whimper elicits from my mouth. I feel his boner on my cheek in his pants, wanting to be let out. I lift my hand up to caress his cock. I wrap my hand around it and barely squeeze it. he groans as he steps back to free his aching cock.
"you ready, princess?" he asks as he places his cock on my lips. I nod vigorously and open my mouth, spit already coating his leaking tip.
"just tap my thigh if you can't breathe" he reassures. I nod as he taps his cock on my tongue a few times before shoving his cock in my throat. I gag but then get used to it.
I let him use my throat for whatever he needs. there's pre-cum and saliva dripping down my chin and my mouth.
his thrusts get more harsh. 'hes about to cum' I think to myself. "gonna.... fuck.. close.." he mutters. he can't even pronounce words. I grab his waist and pull him further into my mouth. "fuck!" he yells, unknowingly I was going to do that.
I feel his cum drip down my throat and chin. I sit up and gather his cum and put it back in my mouth. he does the same with my spit.
his eyes widen for a second, like he has an idea. he pulls out his phone and starts recording.
"oh Sam would love this, wouldn't he?" he teased his fingers on my slit. I can only nod, my mind is cloudy and my eyes dizzy with pleasure. "I need words, pretty girl." he says, curling his fingers up in me. "yes! he would love seeing me like this!" I yell. Colby chuckles at my words.
"seeing you like this. being such a slut for me." his fingers get more and more quick. I know that him and Sam have done something like this in the past, but Sam watching me is so erotic to me.
"go ahead and tell the camera how much of a slut you are. for me and Sam. go on bitch."
"fuck Sam, I want you in me. I want you and Colby to fuck me so hard it hurts to walk. please Sam" I beg with pleasing eyes.
"good bitch" his fingers get more aggressive and he can tell I'm getting close.
he rips his fingers out of me as I'm about to cum. "w-what... why.. please, I want it... wanna cum for you" I plead into the camera.
he grabs my cheeks "only good sluts get to cum. this is what you get for getting me hard in the car. you knew I was with Sam and yet, you still did it. it's like you wanted Sam to know." he coos.
"yes! I wanted Sam to know! I want you both to fuck me!" I whine.
"that's what I thought, you whore" he lines up his cock and slides it up and down my wet folds.
"daddy please I need you." I beg. "fine, only because I'm so fucking hard for you" he rams his cock into me without a second thought.
"why don't you tell Sam what you want him to do to you, hm?" Colby teases. "want.... want you to fuck my face while Colby e-eats me out" my hands cover my face in embarrassment.
he rips my hands from my face "I think Sam would wanna see your pretty face as I fuck you." he pins my hands above my head as he slides his cock in and out of me.
his pace gets faster and his rhythm gets sloppy. my legs wrap around his waist, wanting him closer in me.
he apparently liked that because I feel him twitch in me. "fuck... gonna cum in your pretty pussy, huh? you want me to cum in you, fucking slut"
"shit..... yes yes yes please." I beg more.
his final push in me makes me unravel the knot in my stomach. my back arches as my legs tighten around his waist.
his breath slows as he picks himself up and goes to our bathroom. he runs a washcloth under water and comes back to clean us up.
Colby wore a smirk on his face that I couldn't see. "hey baby, can you get the cameras from downstairs please? I wanna edit some footage from earlier"
"yeah sure" I struggle to go downstairs but I make it through
I turn the corner and there he is…
Sam
he was downstairs this whole time
"uhm uhh... hi?"
"hello beautiful" he says as he stands up and walks towards me. he puts a finger under my chin and makes me look at him "you sounded lovely up there. calling out for me. I hope you meant every word up there because I plan on making those things true. " he whispered in my ear.
his phone goes off. "I wonder what this is" he says sarcastically. he pulls up the video Colby took of me. "I hope I make you sound like this" he kisses your neck and walks out the door.
“fuck”
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this has been in my head for a looooong time
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mean yet soft w/ wooyoung
words - don’t ask, i don’t know
genre - fluffy smut
warnings - mean!dom wooyoung, also soft!dom wooyoung, face fucking, spanking, degradation, nicknames, aftercare, hes literally jekyll and hyde
not proofread but i’ll get round to it soon :)
so wooyoung is a little shit, but he isn’t evil
like he’ll tease you until the end of the earth, but the moment you get hurt by his words he’s clung to you like a koala telling you sweet nothings
and if that’s not enough, he’ll go one step beyond sane just to apologise to you
one second you’re pouting and the next he’s buying you flowers and cooking for you as an apology
not that he doesn’t do both of those things anyway
it’s just that when he’s trying to beg for forgiveness, he always goes a little overboard
you won’t be able to move without bumping into a bouquet of flowers, and you’ll actually have to beg for him to stop cooking for you because you’re way too full to eat most of it…
but something in my sick and twisted little brain i like to think that this applies to the bedroom too…
like imagine you’ve just pissed him off a little too much
bratted too close to the sun, if you will
the glare he gives you honestly makes you want to kneel down and beg but he won’t let you
not yet, anyway
because whilst you’ll definitely be knelt down in a second, letting him pound his pretty cock into your slack jaw, he has to make sure it doesn’t hurt you first
“kneel on the pillow for me, princess… that’s it, baby! we don’t want your pretty skin getting bruised, do we?”
and sure enough, there’s a plush pink pillow waiting for you
it’s almost heartwarming, until the second your knees hit the fabric and suddenly there’s a dick in your mouth pumping in and out like there’s no tomorrow
and then when he spanks you, you can guarantee he goes fucking hard
i’m talking trouble sitting down hard
red hand prints for days hard
tears streaming down your cheeks as he makes you count for him hard
and it hurts like fucking HELL and he knows that
but that doesn’t stopping from delivering soft kisses to the sweltering hot skin in between each spank
soothing strokes along your ass to make sure you know he’s not really mad
oh, and don’t get me started on the words he tells you…
he will call you every single name under the sun
bitch, whore, slut, dumb, so on and so forth
“fucking slut,” he spits, punctuating it with an extra hard thrust, “panting for me like a bitch in heat.”
and you are, you can’tdeny that
face pressing into the pillow, tongue sitting pretty on your bottom lip as you gulp in as much air as possible in between thrusts
his beautiful cruel words swim around your dizzy head, but before they even have chance to sink in, he’s letting you know just how much he loves you
“you’re a whore, aren’t you,” he grins as he nuzzles your cheek, “but that just makes me love you all the more. my whore, baby… all mine.”
and then the aftercare?
if you lift a finger, he’s going to place a curse on your entire bloodline because how dare you do his job?
he is supposed to be taking care of you, not you…
“hey, idiot,” he stomps over to the bed where he left you whilst he got water, “i thought i told you to sit still and let me do the work! why are you taking the sheets off?”
“felt dirty, youngie…”
he just rolls his eyes
“let me carry you to the bathroom, okay? i’ll sort the sheets…”
and youd better let him carry you to the toilet and sit you down (because you should be peeing after sex… no uti’s in this household)
if you don’t let him, he’s going to do it anyway
only rather than lifting you up gently, bridal style, you’ll be hoisted over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes
and you can complain as much as you want, but you can’t out-do the doer
you complain about him taking care of you, let him bring out a 40 slide power point about everything you do that annoys him that he’s been saving for this exact moment in time
like seriously, just let him do his job
it makes him feel better about being a dick
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Trailer park Steve AU pt 56
part 1 | part 55 | ao3
March
"Steve, honey," Claudia calls from the living room, where he can hear her shuffling around to get her things ready for work — the rustle of a jacket, the clink of keys against her thermos. "Do you need anything before you go?"
"I'm fine, Ma!" Steve answers.
And he is. He is fine. It’s been three weeks, and Steve is fine! He has a date tonight with a girl he doesn’t care about, and he's gonna cheer on Lucas at the championship game, and the other day at work he got a fifty cent per hour raise. And sure, his nightmares are worse than ever and his head aches all the time, and he’s had some weirdly persistent sinus infection or some shit going on, but he only teared up once this week while jerking off to thoughts of Eddie, so.
All in all, not bad.
He shoves a plain bagel in his mouth and rushes to leave the house; passes Claudia on the way out, who's now rapping her knuckles impatiently against Dustin’s door and asking, “Dusty, what’s going on in there? You’re gonna be late!" to which Dustin replies with a panicked shriek: “DON’T COME IN, I’M NAKED!”
Jesus Christ. "Deafen my other ear, why don't you?" Steve mutters under his breath.
He throws Ma a parting wave and heads out to pick up Robin so he can take her to school before his shift starts. She looks nicer than usual, and she won’t stop reapplying her mascara, and by the time Object of My Desire starts playing on the radio Steve is practically begging her to just suck it up and end this will-they-won’t-they thing with Vickie because it’s been months of obvious flirting and Robin still won’t make a move.
“I listen to you, and now look at me!” he argues, as if the handful of pointless dates he’s used to distract himself from Eddie are anything to look at. “Boom. Back in business.“
“Mm,” she objects, a little ‘you’re so full of shit’ frown on her face. “Not the same thing.”
Don’t say it, you bitch, don’t even—
“You ask out a girl and she says no…”
Oh, thank fuck. Steve sags in relief and licks the corner of his mouth as he listens to her rant, grateful that she’s just working the small town homophobia angle and very graciously not pointing out how half-hearted and sad his attempts to move on with his life have been. It’s a small mercy he repays by rambling about girls and boobies and girls who definitely like boobies until she scowls so hard at him that she smudges her mascara and has to apply another coat.
—
Dustin calls the store some time around lunch. Asks if Steve wants to sub in for Lucas at tonight’s Hellfire campaign, which, first of all, fuck you — he’s been helping Lucas practice for months now, he’s not about to miss this game — and secondly:
“What, to hang out with you and Eddie the Freak Munson?” he asks, idly playing with a slinky. “Uh, yeah. I’ll pass.”
"Dude."
"What?"
"You can’t just call him names because you’re pissed at him! That’s not cool!”
Steve rolls his eyes and tugs the slinky so hard it flops off the counter’s edge.
“Look,” Dustin says, his voice dipping into that low and slow and trustworthy thing that makes Steve want to snap the kid’s non-existent collarbones. “I know you won’t tell me what happened, but whatever it was, he’s sorry, okay? He’s really, really sorry. And he asks me about you, like, every day; if I didn’t know any better I’d swear he was in love with you or something.” Steve chokes on his own spit, and Dustin just keeps going; steps right over Steve’s corpse to continue his impassioned plea. “Besides, friends forgive each other! Right, Steve?”
Goddammit. Steve really regrets saying those exact words in that exact order the last time Lucas and Dustin had a fight. “Man, you can’t just use my own brotherly advice against me.”
“I can, and I will.” Wow. What a little shit. “Seriously, dude, come on! How many times do I have to pass on his apology messages before you just talk to him?”
How many times? How many times?
Steve doesn’t know.
He just knows he’s not ready; knows that as soon as he talks to Eddie, it’ll make it all real. It’ll be over for good. Whatever words they exchange next will get etched into the headstone of the thing they briefly had. He opens his mouth to say something, to try and make sense of the vortex in his head, but all he gets for the effort is a fresh migraine coming on.
He’s saved from answering by the doorbell’s chime. “I got some customers,” he says over Dustin's squawk of protest. “Gotta call you back, bye.”
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part 57
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supervisor!Simon
“That could’ve gone any better,” You speed walk behind a very pissed off Simon, “Get in the car.” He opens the car door, waiting for you to get in, “You can’t just fire him.” You point.
“ You defend him so much,” He pushes the door closed, “It’s like you have some affinity to people who fuck you over,” He barks, You took a step back, getting a good look at Him. “Don’t yell at me because you’re some hot head who can’t regulate his emotions.” You shoot, “Opposed to who? Certainly not the girl who quit her job because of criticism.” He crossed his arms.
You narrow your eyes at him, “There’s so much I can say,” You shake your head, “Then say it!” He snaps, "it’s not like we’re in this position because you speak your mind.”
The sentence alone made your eye twitch, “God, you are sick.” You look at him, Simon’s tongue plays with the side of his cheek in annoyance, not even phased by you or your attempts at insulting him. "You’re a sick human Simon,” Your throat going dry from holding back your frustrated tears.
“No wonder Johnny warned me, because he knew what a sick person you are and how selfish and prideful you can be.” You spit, “You have no friends, no life; you don’t talk to anyone and no one wants to talk to you.” You hit below the belt, hoping and crossing your toes and fingers, praying, it was pulling at any strings in his chest. He only nods, “You finished?”
And there it was, right in front of you. He was only a man, It’s what he’s only ever been. No matter the circumstance, he’s only seen you where he felt you needed to be seen.
“Go fuck yourself Simon.”
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Of course you shitted right all over your plate, your food and your life. You felt like you had one of those plushie poop hats on top of your head.
You sat on your dinner table, typing away on your computer getting paperwork filled out. It had been one week into teleworking, and a week since you last spoke to Simon. You did miss him and his stupidly expensive cologne. But your pride couldn’t move on from the “conversation” in the parking lot. You decided to text Johnny to see how he was doing; for no response in return.
When you finish your work, you get up and make yourself something to eat, scrolling on your phone while you stand by the stove. That’s until Simon’s contact photo pops up on your screen making you want to throw a spoon across the room. You answer the phone begrudgingly, mumbling a hello, “How have you been?”
“How do you think?” You stir the noodles, and roll your eyes. Simon lets out a sigh, “Look,” He starts, “Simon I’m busy.” You cut him off, “Busy doing?”
“Busy making food? Busy ignoring you maybe?” You say pouring the sauce packets in, “Well I called to apologize.” He says. “Really? That’s so cool, oh my gosh!” You say sarcastically.
“So you don’t want the apology?” You can see the brow raise right from your kitchen, “I don’t want shit thrown in my face-that’s what.” You’re quick, not missing a beat when it comes to avoiding him or his advances.
“I was mad, Obviously I didn’t mean anything by it,” He explains, “and You said I had no life.” He points. “Because you don’t.” You shrug, licking the remnants of sauce off the spoon. Simon lets out a laugh and then covers it quickly with a fake cough, “Can I see you later?” He speaks lowly. “How about no?”
Simon laughs again, “I’ll make it up to you.” He whines, “No, Simon.” You scold, “I want to be alone, So... leave me alone.” You finish, feelings still obviously hurt. “Fine.” He mumbles, the phone beeps signaling he ended the call.
“Am I wrong?” You say aloud, looking at your reflection in the microwave. “Exactly, exactly.” You nod at yourself.
-
The weekend finally comes, still no response from Johnny and Constant phone calls from Simon that end with you and him bickering like children. You wait for him outside of the doctor's office. You had your glasses on, standing under a tree with your arms crossed.
You spotted his black car pulling into the parking lot, Once he got out of the car you looked over his large frame, he had jeans on with a plain t-shirt (C’mon fred durst). A wide smile on his face as he walked towards you, Your big bump poking out more than ever.
“Hey there lady.” he says, His dimple poking, an unamused look on your face, He goes in for a peck on the lips, You turn your head and his lips land on your cheek. He pulls back and purses his lips from embarrassment.
“So how’re you feeling?” Simon asks, placing his hand on your belly, his warmth making your heart skip a beat. “I’m fine,” You adjust the strap on your purse. “You look pretty.” He comments while you two walk to the office door. You do a sarcastic hum, not wanting to play into any of his tricks.
When you get inside you both sit in the waiting room, that's super empty besides you guys and some other older couple, “So how long are you?” Simon reads the small pamphlet. “Twenty one weeks, I had to move my appointment cause this one’s too important for you to miss.” You say casually scrolling on your phone, “What does that mean,” Simon looks at you, “Gender reveal,” you mumble, “No party?”
“Did you want me to get a canon and shoot confetti in the air?” You set your phone down. Simon chuckles making you bite the side of your cheek, holding in your smile. “Why don’t you ever ask me to come to these?” He lowers his voice, “Half the time you’re on my nerves,” You whisper to him and it makes him grin, “And now you’re having my baby.” He taunts quietly, “Don’t flatter yourself.” You push his face away from you.
“I would’ve eighty-sixed it if I really didn’t want you or it.”
Simon snorts, “Stop calling it, It.” He scolds you, “You don’t tell me what to do,” You bite playfully, “You told me to go fuck myself.” He crosses his arms leaning his body into yours. “Well did you?” You raise a brow, “Yeah, Hard and fast, just like how you got pregnant.”
“I bet it was quick and underwhelming, exactly like that night.” You nod pretending to recollect the exact night you did the horizontal tango. “Quicker, better, and a lot more wette-'' Simon's cut off from one of the triage nurses calling your name. “Gotta be quicker than that.” You say handing him your purse while you two walk to the examination room.
-
You lay on the bed with your shirt hiked up over your bump, Your doctor and the Sonographer looking over the video monitor. Simon stood with his arms crossed, watching the baby wiggle around each time the tech moved the transducer.
“This is the father?” Your doctor asks, You nod, hearing the loud thumping sound coming from your baby. “I didn’t want to assume but now I see where the size comes from,” She jokes, making you grin a little. “Do we want to find out the gender today or are we doing a reveal?” She looks between you two. Simon looks at you, “We’re doing it today.” You nod.
“Alrighty,” She claps her hands together, “You see that right there, That’s the leg, and if we can get baby to wiggle a little bit more," She says mostly mumbling to herself, rubbing your stomach, Her eyes trained on the screen, “You can see that healthy, Baby Boy.” She smiles at you.
Simon’s eyes widen, and your mouth opens in shock.
-
Once you two leave the examination room and get your prescription for some stool softeners, You and Simon are both quiet, sitting in his car, “I thought he was a girl.” You break the silence. Simon’s hands are on the wheels but the car is still off. “Are you okay?” You look at Simon concerned by his state, “I guess it's more real now, for you at least,” You reach out to him, rubbing the nape of his neck.
“Now you don’t have an excuse to be an ass anymore.” You chuckle.
“That’s not funny,” he mumbles, “Wasn’t trying to be.” Your hand runs down his neck to his back. “I was being serious, Pretty soon someone is going to be following you around and wanting to be exactly like you.” You tell him, “There won’t be enough time for you to be so angry, so whatever it is, that's in there,” You move your hand to his jaw making him look at you.
“You take care of it, because I will do everything to keep my baby safe and happy.” You look in his eyes.
-
“How’d you get to the doctors?” Simon takes a sip from his drink, “Mia dropped me off.” You say, inspecting your plate, “I smell tomatoes.” You narrow your eyes, taking a long sniff. “How can you smell vegetables?” Simon's face contorts with confusion, “I just can, Like I can smell that you got a new cologne.” You shrug, “Does it smell good?” He smells his own shirt.
“No.” You take a bite, “The other one’s better, it’s more sweet.” You cover your mouth not trying to show your chewed food.
You both finish your food, “I miss you at the office,” Simon tosses his napkin on your plate instead of his. You hum at him, mixing the chocolate syrup with your ice cream, “I guess that’s more interesting?”
“Ice cream is always more interesting,” You look at him through your lashes, “I don’t want this anymore, actually.” You push the little bowl away from you, “Want some?” You offer it to him, He lifts a hand silently declining.
“Guess we can get out of here.” You sigh, rubbing your belly. “Where am I taking you?” He takes out his wallet, getting ready to get his card out. “Yours.” You say, taking the spoon out of the bowl, licking the ice cream off it. “I thought you didn't want that,” He looks at you with furrowed brows, “I don’t.” You put the spoon back down.
“So why are you eating it?” He chuckles, “because it’s good.” You look at him if it was obvious, He sighs, “So you’re coming over,” He asks again, “Mhm.” You hum again. Simon leans in, “I thought you were mad at me?” He smirks, “Still am.”
-
You were laying in his bed, watching tv looking at him through your peripheral, “Stop staring,” He mumbles. “You look handsome.” You say, Simon snorts, “And you stare at me.” You push his arm.
You and Simon sit in silence for a beat. “You know I had a really big crush on you before you became supervisor.” You blurt, reaching for the bag of peach rings on the nightstand. Simon laughs and sticks his hand in the candy bag.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” He places the sweet between his teeth, the sight alone makes your mouth water. “Yeah right,” You scoff, Simon laughs even louder than before. “I missed you this week,” You admit, your guy’s laughter is quiet. “I thought I had no friends, or no life, no hobbies.” He rattles on while moving his body closer. “Because you don’t,” You smile as he inches his face closer to yours, “I know,” he mumbles, placing his lips on yours.
A soft sigh escapes him as your lips meet, the sound of contentment and desire blending together. “I love you,” You say mid kiss into his mouth, he pulls away slightly, “That’s not good.” He chuckles, leaning back in his kiss deeper and more urgent now.
You break the kiss again, “Tell me you love me,” You breathe (GET UP), He gazes into your eyes, Looking for a response, “I do.” You feel a pang of confusion and hurt. You scoot out of his grasp, He looks away for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. “What’s wrong,” He asks, “I don’t feel good,” You lie.
Simon’s brow furrows in concern as he reaches out to touch your hand "Do we need to go to hospital?" The room feels heavy with the weight of unspoken words as silence stretches between you both. “I’m just gonna take a shower.” You lift off the bed, Humiliation hot on your tracks, and that overwhelming feeling creeping back into your system.
It was only for a moment.
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Hey I got a request for jj
That jj is a single dad to a baby girl and he is to scared to hold because he will think he will drop her and John b everyday will try and get jj to hold her then one day jj was holding her on his chest then he takes her everywhere With him hope that make sense
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dad!jj x fem!reader x daughter
a/n ahh this is so cutie! thank you for the request anon, love you bunches!
desc JJ holds his baby girl for the first time
wc 1.2k
warnings cursing, grammar, fluff
"Peaches?" JJ comes in through the back door of the chateau, carefully shutting it behind him as he walks through the kitchen to set down a box full of baby supplies.
The usual. Diapers, baby food, her favorite yogurt melts, more of his old band & surf t-shirts to wrap her up in.
He notices Aria crying her eyes out behind him in between the white rails of her bed. he must have forgotten to change her when he left. He also noticed it was pissing off John B who was trying to work on something probably useless and he caught the hint that he's been listening to her cry for at least an hour.
"Shit," he mutters, messing with his backwards hat as he turns his attention away from Aria for a split second to glance at John B. Turns out he was fixing a cooler for the boat.
"Bro." he goes over to him, kicking him in the leg slightly, "You seen Y/n? I really need her help knowing what measurements of tit milk I'm supposed to feed mini me."
John B rolls his eyes to the ceiling as he screws in the side of the cooler handle.
"First of all," he says through a gritted tone from a bolt in between his teeth.
"You gotta stop with the teenage boy, language wording shit."
He spits out the bolt and screws another nail into the bottom.
"You're like a dad now. Its your dick and your daughter, buddy. You really want your kid to go around saying, tit milk?"
JJ tuts. "Bro she cant even talk yet. Plus, I don't remember half the shit i said as a fucking baby. Maybe thats cause my dad probably beat the shit out of me where I like- lost half my cells, but i ain't changing. Plus, daddy will raise her to be the best hooker of man kind. Shes a Pogue, shes not gonna be a goody two shoes if my life depends on it."
John B turns his head around and gives him a look.
"Jesus Christ JJ, did anything click when your girlfriend popped a living thing out of her ass?" He purses his lips.
JJ points his lips downwards and shrugs.
"Or are you always gonna be known as the dad who raised a stripper?" John B rolls his eyes again, taking a weird clear plate out of his box, "Y/n is a doctor for fucks sake, she's the only hope for raising her I swear to God."
John B shakes his head, "I've told you everyday now. You haven't even held her yet."
JJ grips his hat, "Thats because im gonna drop the kid!"
John b slaps his forehead.
"You're litterally her DAD, JJ! Y/n popped a baby out of her kitty sack and you seriously didnt even touch her the day she was born." John B raises his eyebrows. "Do you remember that? Y/n cried in Kie's room FOR AN HOUR thinking you didnt want the kid!"
JJ opens his mouth to respond then stops.
"Whatever. Go back to fixing your cold box and shit," He turns his back to walk away.
John B changes the tip on his screwdriver, "You're gonna have to hold your own ass daughter eventually, dude."
"I hope you screw a nail in your dick!" JJ calls out and tuts again, mumbling under his breath, "teaching me how to handle my own kid..."
"im the one fixing this goddamn cooler so you can drink your shit ass blue moon chilled!" John b yells back, JJ opening the door and slamming it shut to try and find you again.
"y/nnnn," he groans, calling out your name, finding you sitting on the steps outside.
He kneels down and wraps his big arms around you, kissing the side of your head gently.
"Hi baby," he mutters, "How was work?"
you felt your head pulsating before forcing yourself to give a response.
"Hmmm fine. it was busy."
"Yeah?" he strokes your head, "Real quick."
You sigh slightly, "Hmm?"
"how much ti-" He stops, and clears his throat.
"How much milk do I need to feed Ari?" He says in a soft voice, knowing you had a blaring headache from your shift.
You exhale, leaning your arms on your knees.
"theres about 7 oz in the fridge."
He nods, "thank you sweets," he kisses your hair one last time before leaving you in peace to rest your mind.
He goes back inside the chateau, opening the fridge and taking out the bottle, reaching over Aria's crib and putting the tip to her mouth.
"there we are, sweet girl.." he holds the back of her head while she drinks gently, her cries settling down.
After Aria is finished, he stares at her for a moment.
Why was it so hard for him to hold his own daughter? He feels a wave of guilt floods over his spine.
He reaches his hands out, then stops.
"God damnit," He sighs.
"Okay." He stares at Aria one more time. "3, 2.."
"Fuck this."
He picks Aria up gently in his arms, his heart jumping as he does so.
"Holy shit," he breathes. "Oh my God."
He holds her to his chest, making sure to support her back, something he learned in a parenting book he found online as he feels his soul melt in his stomach.
"There we go," he coos softly, rocking her up and down gently.
"Hi love." he holds her up to look in her eyes with the biggest grin on his face.
"You have your mommas eyes, don't you?"
It's like he fell in love with you all over again. Just this time, it was a baby. And it was his baby.
He holds her to him again, hearing you opening the screen door to come back inside the chateau as he looks at you with the stupidest smile on his face.
"JJ.." you breathe, a grin full of your white perfect teeth filling the room as you jog over to him.
You rub his arm gently as you stare at Aria in JJ's arms.
"im so glad." You said, tears slightly filling the bottom of your eyes as your breath catches in your throat.
"She has your eyes," He repeats the observation he made earlier.
You nod with a sniffle, chuckling slightly.
"She has your lips."
JJ presses another soft kiss into the side of your neck.
A few days later, you noticed that JJ dorkily bought one of those baby carrier things to attach to your chest, and you had to admit it was pretty cute seeing Aria giggle with him, taking her everywhere he went.
John B was relieved her finally built up the balls to hold his kid, and if you were honest, you were relieved too.
Kiara bullied him everyday for taking Aria with him everywhere because the baby holder he chose was literally hot pink. Really hot pink.
He was so happy everyday. To be the dad that he never had. The one he had prayed and wished for everyday as a kid.
JJ was such a tough guy, tough face, tough love, tough soul.
but I guess not when it came to you and Aria. You and her were his new world and there was nothing in the entire universe that could take that away from him.
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when grump meets grump <3
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miguel x grumpy reader
now if there was anyone else feared upon in the spider society that wasn't named 'miguel o'hara', it was you. the moment you joined the spider society, everyone had a new face to fear.
every day was a challenge for the rest of the spider society, even jess and peter b couldn't go to your quarters without knocking and stating their name and business for coming there. if they wasted your time with an easy picking mission, or a bad joke, or at worst... a childish prank, they'd be squishes spiders in the next minute–or make that in the next five seconds.
you were serious about your job, no nonsense was allowed on your watch. you reminded everyone of a certain leader who was very particular with how things were run at HQ, and how fun was virtually dead when he was doing things his way.
but surprisingly...
"i hate him." you seethed as you clenched your fists, your eyebrows were furrowed as you scrunched up your nose, gritting your teeth. peter b spit out his coffee all over the table by accident, jess fetching a few napkins to clean it up.
"you... you hate miguel?" peter b asked, exasperated and... bewildered, if anything else. you nodded, slowly, as your eye twitched just the slightest at the mention of that damned man's name.
"he thinks he's the shit. honestly, what's wrong with him? why does he make everything about him? you've seen how he plans out the missions, he always delivers the finishing blow. he never lets anyone else do the work, it's always him, him, him!" you exclaim as you got up and threw the table down out of rage.
peter b yelped as jess grabbed him and brought the both of them to the side. they were... extremely surprised you didn't see eye-to-eye with miguel. they always believed that if they weren't miguel's closest allies, you'd be. but no. your rage and hatred for miguel subverted their expectations.
"so glad i never let them hold mayday..." peter b murmured. "well be glad if they don't hear you right no–" jess was telling him, until you turned your head with a scowl at them. "i could hear everything you two were saying, y'know." you warned them, which was their cue to leave.
you cooled down after a few hours, beating anomalies without anyone else holding you down or telling you what to do always hit the spot. but soon, the dreaded hour came.
a holographic image of miguel appeared on your watch, you tried your hardest not to look angry nor disgusted at the sight of him, even when masked. "report back to my office at HQ, we got a situation here." he said curtly, and before you could even ask what was so important that he had to call you, he hung up immediately.
you sighed and groaned in frustration as you opened up a portal to head back to HQ. the moment you stepped back into HQ, you were in miguel's office. you crossed your arms over your chest and raised an eyebrow.
"talk to me." you said in a monotonous voice as miguel turned around to look at you, confused. "why're you here?" he asked. you looked at him in disbelief. "o'hara, don't fuck with me. you called me earlier, dumbass." you reminded him, getting a little pissed off at him playing dumb.
miguel looked at you now in disbelief, turning around fully to face you as his platform slowly descended. you tapped your foot impatiently like a cartoon character. "last time i checked, you weren't from earth-8311. what's got you so impatient over nothing?" he asked in a tired voice.
you groaned. "you. you called me? jeez, i thought you of all people would know it's not hilarious to waste another person's valuable time with such stupid, insipid little pranks!" you exclaimed, angry, and a little embarrassed because miguel really did seem like he didn't know what you were talking about. could you have been wrong, for once in your life?
miguel put a hand up to stop your fuming self from framing him from any more allegations of him summoning you to his office. "i didn't call anyone, i was out fighting more variants of the vulture with jess and a new recruit. i didn't call for anyone else, except... dammit." miguel breathed out as he put a hand to his side and pinched the bridge of his nose with furrowed eyebrows.
"lyla!" miguel called for the ai assistant in an irritated voice. lyla showed up a little disheveled, she soon refreshed herself and came back looking more presentable. "what?" she asked as she looked at miguel, who looked at her a little... desperately.
"did you... did you call them?" miguel was asking lyla in a hushed voice, almost as if he did not want you to hear what they were talking about even if it concerned you.
lyla looked at miguel, then at you, then back at miguel, then back at you, then she smiled. she shrugged. "i did." she said in a cheeky, unenergetic voice.
miguel rubbed both of his temples and shut his eyes when lyla admitted she called you. you pit your hands on your hips and raises an eyebrow, still unsure of what was going on.
"but why?" miguel asked in a slightly nervous tone. "you know never to call their line unless... it's absolutely necessary." he reminded lyla, who laughed a little at that.
"i was just doing what you told me to do, test out your automated answering system for video calls. it was arbitrary, just so happened to call them with an automated response. no biggie." she said with a smile and a shrug as miguel looked like he was about to combust out of frustration towards her.
"so what is it? why'd you call?" you asked in an expectant voice, looking at miguel who tried to appear brave, but instead, appeared remorseful.
"i... i didn't call you here." he admitted, looking at you then back away. "lyla was testing out the beta stages of a project i have, um, it was an arbitrary choice, really, just so happened to call you by accident and didn't get to tell you it was a beta test. i'm sorry, for wasting your time and energy for coming here." he apologized.
your eyes widened as you looked at him. "you... apologized?" you asked with a tone of surprise. "you, miguel o'hara, apologized to me?" you asked incredulously as lyla was taking videos of this moment.
miguel put his hands to his hips, hung his head, and nodded. "yeah." he said with a click of his tongue as he looked back up at you. "i'm sorry." he said, and though it was hard to distinguish it from sarcasm or sincerity, miguel really was being sincere with his apology for wasting your time.
you stared at him, you refused to believe he was being honest. "and why would you apologize? i thought everyone here was expected to bow down to you, mr. o'hara." you asked, putting up your cold front.
"well... if you must know, um..." miguel stuttered, trying to find the right words, when lyla finally spoke up on his behalf. "your badassness scares him shitless. he hates having to piss you off because he wants to keep living." she said, and as miguel lunged forward to shut her up, lyla moved from one side of his to the other. "that, and he thinks you're super hot, so there. toodles." she said as she logged off as miguel was going to lunge at her again. he cussed under his breath as you took in what lyla said.
"is it true?" you asked him, your tone softening. he turned around to face you, and looked at you with a nervous expression. "do i... scare you?" you ask miguel as you approached him. he loomed over you, but you always found ways to subdue your opponents–miguel never wanted you to see him as one. in fact, he wanted you to look at him as the complete opposite, really.
"um... yes." he admitted, looking down at the ground. "but, you also find me attractive?" you ask, which sends a warmth through miguel's cheeks. "i... i kinda do." he mutters as he looks away from you.
you put a hand on his chin as you made him look at you, gently turning his face to look at you. "oh, well don't just look away from someone after you confess to them, that's very rude." you said with a joking air.
miguel looked at you, his eyes wide as he saw, for the first time, a playful look on your face that had no malice, no anger, no... grump in it. "i may be grumpy and serious, but that doesn't mean i'm heartless." you tell him as you squeeze his cheeks together.
"man, who'd've thought a big, commanding man such as you was actually scared of little old me? now that just makes me blush." you said with a small laugh as a rosy blush slowly appeared on your cheeks, miguel's blush deepening.
"so, do you... do you feel the same way?" he asks you, pretty hopeful of your answer. you shrug. "i did just admit to jess and peter b how much i hated the way you made everything in missions about you... but maybe you did that because you hate having someone telling you what to do. i hate that too, actually." you say with a grin.
"i kinda like the cut of your jib, o'hara. maybe... maybe you and i can come around to a compromise on our, well..." you trailed off as you searched for the right words.
"attitude problems." lyla chimed in as she disappeared just as immediately as she came in. miguel groaned as you chuckled. miguel smiled up at you. "yeah, maybe we can... take a break from being such grumps." he said.
"hey, you're the grump–i'm always the right one, you know that." you tell him as you give him a sly look.
"is that right now?" miguel asked sarcastically as he smiled at you.
maybe both of your grumpiness would only be a sometime thing now, hopefully.
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Smarty I (Rafe Cameron x OC)
SYNOPSIS: smart girl isn’t as smart as rafe cameron.
WARNINGS: mature content; dark!rafe, toxic relationship, domestic violence, verbal abuse, blackmail, jealousy, general violence, manipulative behavior, explicit language, substance abuse & addiction, use of guns, classism, mentions of past violence, obsession, controlling behavior, pogue!oc
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“Leave me the hell alone, Rafe!”
“Maybe if you started listening to me then I wouldn’t have to keep yelling at you!”
I scoffed at him loudly, eyes rolling dramatically. My shoulder bumped into his violently as I pushed past, though I’m sure it hurt me more than it did him.
“I’m going home.” The irritation I feel drips off my tongue as the words leave my mouth, leaving a bitter trail behind me for Rafe to follow as I make my exit.
“Of course you’re leaving. You always leave because you can’t take some fucking accountability!”
I stormed down the steps of Tannyhill, the sound of my feet hitting the floor echoing through the foyer. Rafe was hot on my heels, the sound of his loud, angry voice following close behind my retreating figure. No one else was home, though I’m sure they would ignore us if they were.
“Accountability for some shit that has nothing to do with me? Yeah, you’re right–for once.” The glass side door of the house flies open by my own hand, my attempt of slamming it shut behind me obstructed by Rafe yanking it back open as he chases after me.
We had gotten into an argument again, and I was leaving angry with him—again.
It was like a twisted routine for us. Rafe would hold in every little thing that managed to piss him off, blow up on me despite none of it being my fault, we would go back and forth for what seemed like hours, and I would storm out in anger with him at my back like a bat out of hell.
It was a never-ending cycle, like a movie that wouldn’t stop skipping on the same scene over and over.
Our fights would get nasty. We would both take low blows at each other; things that we were vulnerable with each other about becoming throwing knives as we spit them back at each other in the heat of the moment.
Whenever it got like that between us, I would be the one to leave. I hated fighting with him, and it seemed like it would never end if I didn’t create distance between us. Rafe would keep going and going, nonstop spewing the most hurtful things that he could at me until I’ve finally decided it was enough.
However, it never lasted long. He would come back to me practically on his knees, begging for my forgiveness and giving me promises of treating me better. I would take him in with open arms, silently embracing him as his tears soaked my shirt.
Then, it would repeat. Every other week, every month, it didn’t matter.
“And how the hell do you plan on getting home, huh?” Rafe says as I walk further down the driveway.
“I’m walking, Rafe.” I retort sharply. “What the fuck does it look like I’m doing?”
I barely make it past the hood of his car before he catches up with me, arm tight in his grasp as he prevents me from walking any further.
I rip myself out of his hold and whip around to face him, heart beating fast with the same rage he fills me with every time we fight like this.
“You’re not walking all the way home, Laia.” He says. “It’s getting dark.”
It wasn’t dark yet, but it would be by the time I got home on foot. I’ve walked home from his house plenty of times, though never this late. That didn’t matter to me though, the thought of being near him any longer was only fueling my anger.
“I’m walking home. Don’t catch up.” I don’t even get the chance to fully turn back around before Rafe is pulling me around to the other side of the car, my forearm stuck in a bone crushing grip as his fingers dig into the soft flesh.
The blonde doesn’t try to be gentle with me as he pulls open the passenger side door. He rips the purse I had in my hand away from me and tosses it into the car haphazardly, the bag landing on the floor of the vehicle with a light ‘thud.’
He tries to throw me into the seat with the same carelessness that he did with my bag but I resist, arm twisting to remove myself from him and create space between us. He groans in frustration, my resistance clearly being something he expected but still was annoyed by.
“Get in the–” Rafe yanks me closer to the opening, free hand joining the one holding me captive to shove me into the car seat. “Get in the fucking car.” He grits through his teeth.
“Don’t touch me!” My head bumps against the top of the car as I’m pushed inside, a throbbing pain left in its place. “Ow! That hurts, Rafe!”
“I’ll show you something that hurts.” He ignores my complaint towards his rough handling, and I ignore the threat that just left his lips. He clicks the seat belt into place for me, the strap fitting snugly across my chest. “You let other guys touch you, so I don’t see why I can’t all of a sudden.”
I scoff at his comment, the topic of the argument we just had being brought up again not even ten minutes later.
I got a summer job at the Island Club to fill my summer and save up money before I had to return to the mainland for college. Rafe was firmly against it, claiming that he knew the kind of people that hung out there and that I didn’t have any business working around them. I ignored him, obviously, the job had flexible hours and decent pay. He wasn’t happy about it, but I didn’t care.
Whenever he could be there, he would be.
I could never shake the feeling of his eyes on me, whether it be when I was working in the dining room or running the carts around the golf course. I didn’t understand what he was so worried about, most of the people that were members there didn’t pay me any mind unless they wanted something.
Today, I was working the carts. Rafe was on the course as well, but I paid him no mind. There was a group of three younger men on the course, maybe in their mid-to-late twenties, that I happened to come across. I gave them the same amount of attention I give all the other members, but I guess Rafe didn’t take it that way.
“God, you are such a control freak! I’m not allowed to work?” I stare at him incredulously, and the look on his face mirrors mine.
“You call that working?”
“Yes, Rafe, I call that working. I work at the Island Club, where my job is to serve customers.” I let the words fall out of my mouth slowly as if I was explaining myself to a child. “I was providing customers with service. What about that makes you so angry?”
“I didn’t know letting other guys touch you was a part of the service.” He says. I scoff at him, head shaking in disbelief.
One of the men patted my shoulder in a friendly way while we made casual conversation. I barely even noticed, I was too busy doing my job of making him a drink, but clearly Rafe did.
It was nothing that should have him this upset, and yet here we are.
“Oh my God, Rafe…” My fingers fly to my temples, sighing exasperatedly as the irritation I’d been feeling since I got to his house began to give me a headache.
“Shit, I mean…” Rafe goes silent for a moment, eyes traveling over my body in a look that’s not quite one of disgust but is very close. “How could they think any differently when you walk around dressed like that?”
My head snaps up and faces him fully, completely stunned at his comment.
I was still dressed in my work clothes, a pink, collared halter top and a white tennis skirt. There was no dress code when I worked on the course, and it was always humid while living in the South right next to the water.
I was dressed for the weather, and it was more than appropriate for my job. Sure, I was a bit busty for the top, and the skirt was little...short, but I’m a grown woman.
There was nothing wrong with my outfit to elicit such a reaction from him.
“And how am I dressed, Rafe?” I ask. His eyes linger on my chest for a moment before they meet my eyes again, a fire burning in the blue of his irises. “You’ve never had a problem with it before.”
“Well, you weren’t acting like a fucking slut before, either.” The word slides off his tongue like a slur, but I don’t even get a chance to react before he slams the door in my face.
I watch him walk to the other side of the car and settle into his own seat, my face hot with fury and embarrassment. He peels out of the driveway, the speed of his driving far too fast for a residential neighborhood.
I’d never felt insecure about the way I dressed, but my boyfriend had also never called me a slut for it before. He’s only called me that one other time, and it had nothing to do with what I wore. It was when I left for college and decided we should go on a break until I came back for Thanksgiving.
“Rafe, you need to calm down. It’s really not that serious.” I said quietly. I stepped out of my dorm to take the late night call from my very angry, intoxicated boyfriend.
He called me in a drunken rage in the wee hours of the morning, voice loud in my groggy ears and projecting out of the phone into the silent room that I shared with the girl asleep on the bed across the room. I stood in the empty study room a few doors down for some privacy, knowing exactly where this call was going to go.
Rafe didn’t like that I decided we should go on a break for my first few months in college.
I didn’t want our relationship holding me back from the full experience, and I didn’t want him feeling tied down to a girl that was hundreds of miles away on the mainland for almost the entire year. He’d been obsessively texting, calling, and checking my location for the entire time I’d been on campus, and I was dreading going home for Thanksgiving in the next few weeks.
It was the day after Halloween, and he was beyond pissed. It’s like he was waiting for me to post photos, because it was only a few hours later that he called me to complain. He was checking my location the entire time I was out with my friends, my phone blowing up with messages from him asking what I was doing and who I was with.
I ignored them the whole night, opting to put my phone on ‘Do Not Disturb’ to stop the constant vibration.
Now he’s calling me, clearly inebriated and berating me for dressing up in a costume he didn’t approve of.
“Don’t–don’t tell me that it’s not serious, ‘cause it is very serious.”
“Rafe, I’m about to be nineteen years old. If I wanna go to a college party, I will.” I say lowly. I didn’t want my voice traveling through the thin walls of the building for everyone to hear. “And we’re on a break! You shouldn’t even be worried about what I’m doing right now.”
“I don’t care!” His voice blasted against my ears, his anger conveyed clearly even though I couldn't see his face. “I don’t want to see you posting a bunch of frat douchebags feeling you up on your Instagram. You know better.”
I scoff at his over-exaggerated version of events. It was a group photo and one of the guys had his arm around my shoulder. It was nothing for Rafe to be calling me at two in the morning about.
“Nobody was ‘feeling me up,’ Rafe. It was friendly and there are, like, five other people in the picture.” I was starting to get annoyed at this point. I didn’t need Rafe hovering over me from an island far, far away while I was trying to enjoy my time in school. “I don’t have a problem when you go to parties, so why is it one when I do it?”
“Did you go to college to learn, or to be a fucking slut?”
My head jerked back at the word directed towards me over the phone.
I was completely stunned by its usage; I’d never been called that before. I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared down at it in shock, the picture of Rafe and I hugging lighting up on the screen for a split second before going back dark.
Slowly, my arm raised the device back to its position by my ear. My jaw was still slack with shock, surely grazing the ground as I processed what the boy over the phone had just said.
Rafe takes my silence as confirmation instead of being flabbergasted. He chuckles darkly over the speaker, the sound of him sniffing followed shortly after.
“That’s what I thought. Call me back when you’re ready to apologize to your boyfriend.” He says. I’m still completely silent, words that once filled my head now completely gone as I listen to an angry Rafe insult me over the phone. “And take that fucking picture down.”
The sound of the call ending fills my ears, the room I took occupancy in now so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
I didn’t call him after that. In fact, he was the one who called me three days later to apologize once he was finally sober.
Rafe has always been jealous; possessive. Over his money, his status, Figure 8.
It was never really something I thought he had to be with me, not when I was practically under constant surveillance before I left for college.
He always checked my location when I wasn’t with him, not that I often went anywhere that wasn’t school, home, or out with him. When I did go out with my friends in Kildare, he would always interrogate me about what we did or make me send a photo as proof that I was really out with them.
It didn’t bother me when we first got together—only because I didn’t know any better.
He was my first relationship, and still is. I was a sixteen year old girl and a popular guy in the grade above me wanted me to be his girlfriend. Rafe was sweet to me, always showering me in praise and spoiling me gifts that I would never think to ask for. I thought it was normal for him to ask me to stay away from other guys because ‘you can’t trust them.’ I saw no issue with him checking my location religiously, not when he told me it was for my own safety.
I believed him. I mean–why wouldn’t I?
It wasn’t until senior year that I finally saw him for who he was. When I announced that I was going to college, everyone was elated. Everyone except Rafe.
For my entire senior year we fought because of that. His jealousy was at an all time high, constantly accusing me of cheating and lying about everything I did. He would track my location when I was out with friends and show up uninvited, dragging me out forcefully while berating me for not telling him where I was going.
It was like we never stopped arguing that year.
I dreaded doing anything that wasn’t going to school and coming back home because I knew he would take issue with it. I knew there was nothing I could do to satisfy him, because I stopped doing everything that caused fights between us and he would still find something to be angry with me about.
The only thing that would stop it would be staying home and not attending the school of my dreams, and that was never going to happen.
Rafe wanted to keep me here, under his thumb, and I wasn’t having it. I saw a life bigger than the one I had on Kildare, and he didn’t like that. He hated the idea of me not being under his complete control, of not being able to watch my every move and control every aspect of my environment.
He hated that I was developing a mind of my own; that I was no longer pliable and willing to allow him to mold me into the doll he wanted me to be all this time. He hated that I was becoming headstrong and wasn’t the naive girl that he thought I would be forever.
The jealousy and obsession was something that was clear as day to me now.
I remained silent for most of the car ride, unwilling to break the silence that he initiated once he slammed the door shut in my face. I watched the trees on the side of the road blow by as we passed them, the setting sun leaving a faint orange glow behind them.
I was seething, but so was Rafe. I didn’t want to say anything because I knew him well enough to wait until the car stopped. He was already speeding down the empty road, and I’d experienced enough argument filled car rides with him to know better.
There are only so many times a person needs to threaten to crash the car with both of you in it before you start to believe them.
I waited until we were a few blocks away from my house before I spoke, the sight of the familiar neighborhood letting me know I was safe enough to bring it back up.
“Am I a slut, or are you just an insecure little bitch?” I say.
The car stops abruptly and I fly forward, the jerky movement of the car nearly flinging me out of my seat. Rafe stays quiet for a moment, stoic face staring at the darkening street ahead from the windshield.
“What did you just say?” His head slowly turns to face me, his dark blonde eyebrows knit together in furious disbelief. He showcases the same feeling that ran through me just before we left Tannyhill.
“I asked if you’re an insecure little bitch?” I repeat myself louder this time, confidence and fury flowing hot through my veins. “‘Cause, a real man has no problem with the things his girlfriend wears. He has no problem with the places his girlfriend goes, or the people his girlfriend talks to. But—you wouldn’t know that, would you?”
Rafe’s tongue pokes through his cheek, eyes filled with a rage that turns the ocean a navy color.
I can feel the heat radiating off of him, the sight of his white knuckles gripping the steering wheel almost making me fear he would snap the piece of equipment in half from the pressure.
We stare at each other for a few minutes, the chirping cicadas outside filling the silence between us.
“Get the fuck out.” Rafe is statuesquely still but his voice is shaky, the sight of his Adam’s apple bobbing catching my eye briefly.
Scoffing, I grab my purse from the floor and yank the door open. I hop out of the tall car into the warm air of the evening, the feeling of Rafe’s eyes weighing heavy on my back as he watches me pull down the skirt that had ridden up on the drive over.
“Gladly.” I take hold of the door and slam it shut, the sound of metal on metal surely traveling through the houses lining the street. “Fucking asshole…” I mumble lowly as I begin to walk the remaining distance to my house.
I would have gotten out on my own anyways, I didn’t need his instruction. I didn’t need anything from him–especially this.
Rafe’s gradual change in behavior never failed to leave me confused and frustrated. Maybe I was naive and malleable when we first met, maybe I wore rose-tinted glasses and let his sweet gestures cast a shadow over his innate desire to control every aspect of my life–but I was young then. I was inexperienced, and I didn’t know what I do now.
I would probably still be that same girl if I never went to college. Rafe would still have me under his thumb and I would let him do whatever he wanted.
That’s exactly why we’re always fighting now; his inability to control me–or my refusal to let him.
It would be false to say that the man doesn’t still have a hold on me. If he didn’t, then we wouldn’t be together. I would have kicked him to the curb months ago, but I didn’t.
I still love him. Rafe is still a part of my world and I don’t want that to change; but he can no longer be my whole world. I cannot allow my entire life to revolve around him anymore, to be about what satisfies him and makes him happy.
He knows that, but it’s still not enough for him.
It will never be enough until I’m back on this island forever; destined to be a trophy wife for the heir of the Cameron fortune.
A future filled with five kids—three girls and two boys to be exact, because that’s what Rafe wants—, pretending to care about the latest Figure 8 gossip with other Kildare housewives. Stuck in that godforsaken manor for the rest of my life, drinking my days away as I think about what my life could have been.
That’s what Rafe wanted for us, for me. He wanted me to stay wide-eyed and wet behind the ears like I was when we first met, but I wasn’t as stupid as he thought I was. Even if it took me a long time to figure that out for myself.
I’m smarter than that.
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Dreamers & Delusions- Pt. 5
merman x female reader
It's been a couple weeks now since you and Tao had started your fake dating situationship thing. He walks you to and from work as often as he can and invites you to his home more and more.
You end up hanging out with him most days and are rarely at your grandmother's except to sleep or get ready for work. On the days you don't have work and don't want to go to the beach, Tao has let you hang out at his rental. It was odd at first but you quickly got comfortable with it.
Today though, you couldn't get out of the house. The weather has gotten worse and it's been raining for two days straight. Yesterday you saw him while he was out grocery shopping, he looked a bit upset then. Over and over he kept asking if you'd be okay but you'd told him you'll be fine.
Now, you're not so sure.
It's only been two days but your grandmother hasn't shut up.
"Your looks will only last so long. You should consider doing something that will keep him on his toes. Maybe try to freshen up your wardrobe," your grandmother rants from her recliner.
"He's not interested in stuff like that. I mean he dresses like uncle Rob when he's out mowing the lawn for fucks sake. Merfolk don't care about that stuff," you roll your eyes as you fiddle with your phone.
You hear your grandmother scoff.
She wasn't quite onboard with you "dating" Tao after she found out he was a merman. She kept complaining that it would be difficult to have a normal life together and what would your kids look like. It's been never ending with her on that front but now she's back to you.
"I'm just saying, what if he does get bored with you? You'll at least be ready for someone else," she states.
"Just shut up! You don't know jack shit! No wonder you're fucking alone! Do you hear yourself," you snap at her. You feel like you should feel bad for what you just said but you don't.
Your grandmother rises from her recliner and stomps towards you with a foul glare.
"I took you in you ungrateful little bitch. Day in and day out I let you come and go as you please and this is what I get? I took pity on you because of that piss poor excuse of a daughter of mine... But I can see the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree," she seethes, spitting on your face.
Thunder roars outside and shakes the house. A flash of lightning and the power is off. You can still make out the miserable shape of your grandmother in front of you. You can still hear her breathing impatiently, undeterred by the darkness.
"You're right, the apple didn't fall too far from the tree. My mom's a fuck up who lost her husband just like you did," you spit back to her.
Your cheek stings suddenly and you realize your grandmother has slapped you. Again and again, three... four times she hits you before you grab her wrist and shove her away.
"Fuck this," you holler, stomping away from you grandmother and down the hall.
You can hear her yelling at you, cursing you and your mother. But you ignore her as you pull the door open. The rain is coming down in sheets and although it's noon, the sky is almost dark as night.
Slamming the door behind you, you take a few careful steps down the stairs and bolt across the empty street. The walk to the beach is slow but you don't care. You just want to be there, you want to feel the wind as it whips off the waves.
The rain stops for a little bit, slowing to a sprinkle as you step onto the drenched sand. Your shoes get stuck a few times till you decide to just take them off. Little by little you make your way to the life guard tower. The rain picks up again as you climb up and curl into a ball against the back wall.
Your stomach drops and you hold yourself as you start to cry. You hate feeling like this, you hate that every time you fight with your grandmother you let her get into your head.
You feel nauseous and tired, drained from yelling and running in the rain. You just wanted a fresh start away from your hometown. You wanted a better life, an easier life, but everything has been getting difficult lately.
The heaviness of the rain lulls you to sleep as you curl up with a damp beach towel you found in the tower. You're shivering cold, but you're to tired and eventually you drift to sleep.
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Tao:
I haven't been able to shake this horrible feeling since I woke up this morning. I dragged myself out of my tank earlier than usual and showered off. The hot water helped me clear my head as it has been every morning.
I cannot stop thinking about my dear friend and more often then not I fall asleep with her on my mind. Sweet dreams usually follow and I wake up angry at myself for thinking of her too much.
Today is different though, the shower helped long enough for me to dry off and make it to the kitchen before I started thinking of her again.
I've let her into my home so often so she can avoid her grandmother and little by little she's left bits of herself here. A jacket that I have hung next to my own by the door. A couple of her books that I've skimmed through but found it too licentious to finish. And her crown from the night we shared with the pixies.
I have placed her crown in my nest room for a reason I cannot understand. I have fallen asleep with it in my hands almost everyday. Three days ago I had thought I lost it and nearly ruined my home looking for it. I was ashamed of myself when I found it in one of its usual spots in the room.
I felt horrible that I let my thoughts of her consume me so, but today it's worse. So much worse. I feel dreadful and not because of my thoughts of her. Something deep inside of me is uneasy and restless.
My kitchen is in a state of chaos after I make breakfast, an unusual sight for me since I clean as I go. I eat quickly and quietly but I am unable to finish eating. I feel sick and I almost double over when I start on the dishes.
Bile bubbles up in the back of my throat and my chest feels heavy. That horrible feeling explodes and suddenly I find myself racing to the door.
The rain is coming down hard and I can hardly see anything in front of me but I make my way down the wooden steps. I freeze in my tracts once I get to the bottom.
Something feels off, wrong and twisted.
I allow myself a moment and another as I realize my instincts are coming alive. I sniff the air again and again until I smell it.
It's faint but it's undeniably her scent.
The rain would have washed it away already unless she has left the safety of her home.
I start running then, running for dear life towards the beach. The horrid feeling I had was for her all along, for the safety of my only friend and shoal mate. I had ignored it for too long, I just hope that I'm not too late.
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You startle awake from the loud thunder clapping. The rain had gotten worse as you slept. The clouds have darkened and the wind has grown stronger. The tower groans as the wind assaults it every few minutes.
Groggy and cold and wet, you try to find another beach towel to wrap up in but you find none. You try to consider your options but your mind is so tired and you're becoming a bit anxious with the storm getting worse.
You decide then to make an attempt to get to Tao's home. You'd be safe there and far away from your grandmother.
Step by careful step you make it down the tower and your heart stops at the view in front of you. The waves are hitting the beach harder and fast. The tide is high and you're a bit too close to the water than you're comfortable with.
You look around and decide that if you can get to the houses on the other side of the beach you can worm your way through that neighborhood to his house.
Slowly and ever so cautiously you step forward. You have to balance yourself as the wind is constantly threatening to knock you down. You're teetering closer and closer to the waves as you walk towards the houses. You keep trying to walk away from them but somehow manage to find your feet right back in the water.
You're halfway there when you hear something behind you but by the time you turn around it's too late. You're knocked out almost instantly and you fall hard and fast. The waves lap at your body, slowly pulling you into the ocean.
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Tao:
I race up and down the beach trying to find her, my body fighting to transform under the heavy rains. I sniff the air again and again but the scent has drifted. No, it's drifting...
My heart stops as I look out into the dangerous dark waters.
I sniff again, hoping I'm wrong but I'm not.
I sprint towards the waves and jump as high and as far as I can into the ocean. I dive in and within second I smell her... I smell her blood.
I force the transformation and swim as fast as I can towards her scent. This storm will have no doubt invited several unwanted predators to this area and if they have smelled her blood...
Something heavy rams into my side and I reel back as I see a bull shark charging towards me. I harden my fist using what magic I have and punch the creature on the snout before electrocuting it. The shark shakes its massive body and tries to attack again.
I haven't the time for this.
Not wanting to kill an innocent creature, I use my magic to disrupt the currents and have the shark swept up in them.
Quickly I swim away and try to follow the scent again. It's getting further and further away but stronger. She's loosing blood and fast.
I push myself more than I ever had before and swim until I feel like my lungs might give out. The scent of her blood becomes so strong I can practically taste it.
Grinding my teeth, I move faster until I see her limp body bobbing in and out of the water. I quickly surface and see her loosely hanging onto a plastic trash bin. I quickly pull her into my arms and look around us.
I can hardly see the beach from here... She was pulled so far from land.
Gathering my strength I swim hard towards the shore. I have to be careful and keep her head above the water, it's not easy. I would give her gills like I did the night we danced with the pixies but she's not awake for it. I have to shift her ever so often as the waves threaten to pull us under and I have to use an immense amount of magic to keep the currents steady.
I almost panic when she slides out of my arms and I have to quickly swim back for her. I pray to the goddesses for the first time in a long time that I make it back to the shore with her alive.
By the time we reach land the sky is truly dark. The wind has died down and the tide has lowered. I pull her and myself up, breathing heavily as I lay us down. I look at her and I feel a mix of pain and relief. She's breathing but she's hurt.
Blood trickles down her head and there's a gash on her leg where her pants have been torn. I work fast to bring myself back to my human form. It hurts like hell forcing it and I grit my teeth. I am motionless for a few minutes after my tail has split into legs. It burns worse than ever after swimming so hard.
I shake as I force myself to stand and carefully scoop my friend into my arms. My muscles ache but the gnawing heavy dread I had felt has subsided a great deal. Holding her close to me I begin the long walk back home.
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It's warm and quiet when you finally wake up. You're sitting on a bench covered in towels with a space heater next to you. You tilt your head back, a searing pain making you wince.
You gasp, a wheezing noise leaving your mouth. You hear someone running towards you and you feel their warm hands on your face.
"Thank the goddesses, you're finally awake," Tao says.
You can only tell it's him by his voice, your vision is still blurry and your head hurts so bad.
"Why the hell were you at the beach," you hear him yell.
You try to open your mouth but it's dry and tastes like salt. Your head lulls to the side and your blurry vision becomes slightly clearer. Tao is kneeling before you, his hands move from your face to your shoulders. He grips you and you wince, everything hurting.
"You were over a mile away from the beach when I found you! You could have been killed! For... Fucks sake you were covered in blood when I found you! Were you drinking that vile human alcohol again? Why would you go out and do something like that," Tao shakes you, still yelling and unable to control himself.
You limply raise your hand a plop it weakly over his arm. You mouth a few words begging him to stop as you begin to cry. Your voice is hoarse and your throat sore but you manage a few dry words.
"I'm sorry... please Tao... Please stop... You're hurting me," you cough and are nearly out of breath from just speaking.
Tao stops shaking you and loosens his grip on you. His hands fall to the bench before snaking around you and pulling you closer to him. He rests his head on your lap and you feel him shivering.
"I thought I had lost you... I couldn't find you and when I did... You were so far away and unconscious. You were just floating there while bleeding out. Why were you there... Why," Tao holds you closer, his nails digging into your skin.
You cough as you try to speak but it's no use. You keep coughing and coughing so hard it hurts. Tao quickly scoops you up and brings you to the kitchen where he gently sets you on the counter. He brings you a large glass of water that you chug down. You're still coughing but it doesn't hurt as bad as it did before.
Tao takes your cup and refills it and as he hands it to you, you start crying again.
This day keeps getting worse and worse and you just want it to end. First the fight with your grandmother, then you get knocked out and dragged into the ocean, and now Tao is mad at you.
A part of you wishes that you stayed lost at sea. That you might have finally found some peace and everyone would probably be better off without you. That thought consumes you till you start weeping in earnest.
"Fuck," you hear Tao curse and then you hear something break.
You begin to shake even as Tao wraps his arms around you. He holds you, not too tight but close enough that you can hear his heart beat.
"I'm sorry, please stop crying. I just-," Tao tenses up and you hear his voice crack. "You're all I have, please be more careful... please."
You hear what he's saying but you're too tired, too hurt to really register any of it. He keeps talking, his voice calming down but the words are lost on you. The pain you feel on your head is dulling but draining. You keep going in and out and Tao keeps talking.
There's a loss of heat for a moment, your eyelids too heavy to peel open to see what's going on. You feel yourself being lifted and walked somewhere. Something warm and soft is wrapped around you before you're set down on something even more soft. You limply nestle into it before allowing sleep to claim you.
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Tao:
I pace in my kitchen for what feels like hours. I am feeling too many things at once and I cannot sort them properly. My friend is safe and fast asleep in my nest room. Her injuries were not deep but there were many. I cleaned and bandaged what I could without having to strip her but I fear I might have missed a few cuts and wounds because of that.
Her words play over and over in my head, when I asked her what she was doing at the beach. In my rage I yelled at her, again. In my desperation I accused her of being drunk even though I realized too late I didn't smell any alcohol on her breath. I have made a terrible mistake.
She might resent me now, might even fear me. She's already afraid of sharks and my mer half is similar to that creature. She was terrified the first time she touched my tail. What if she's still terrified of me but doesn't say anything?
Rage swells in my heart for what I have done, for hurting her and making her cry. I look down at my hand, my knuckles are torn after punching the wall and the skin on my fingers are slightly cut.
I am not good enough for her... I've hurt her...
That anger quickly dies down and is replaced with a gnawing sorrow. I slide to the floor and grip at my hair while grinding my teeth. Three, no four of my front teeth pop out from how hard I bite down. I spit them out and wince as I feel the back row shift forward.
This pain must be my punishment for what I have done. I must beg for forgiveness when she wakes up. I cannot bare the thought of her being afraid of me, it hurts too much.
I sit and center myself as I shed the front row of my teeth and spit them out little by little. I am covered in blood and I feel horrible. A new back row will grow in a day or two causing more well deserved pain. It will serve as a reminder of what I've done. For now though, I am tired and my shoal mate needs me to watch over her.
She ran to the beach for a reason. I was too enraged to hear her out and too impatient to let her heal before speaking.
I clean myself up and quickly change into something warm before heading to my nest room.
My friend is sleeping soundly but with tears sliding down her cheeks. I carefully place a hand over her forehead, she is cold. I have wrapped her in a large towel since she is dirty and too tired to change into anything.
I pause and try to think what she would even wear. My clothes are large and one of my shirts would fit her like a short dress. I imagine it for a moment and inhale sharply. It would be the only thing I own that would fit her and it would cover just above the knees. I slap myself for thinking of her like that.
She is my friend, she is my shoal mate, you are not good enough for someone like her.
I chant that over and over again but the more I do the more it feels like a lie.
What if I could be more than just a friend to her, what if I am good enough for her, what if she could be my-
I stop that last thought. It would be too good to be true if she could be more than just a friend, but to be my mate or my fated mate? I would pray to the goddesses everyday for the good fortune of allowing me to meet her.
But that is not the case, no matter how much I wish it.
I carefully step around her and lay by her side, gently pulling her into my arms. Hearing her breathe settles me and I feel myself purring. I chuckle remembering how I reacted to her talking about that. I know talking about purring is embarrassing but I never questioned why until after that day.
She has made me question myself, question my upbringing, and my kin more often than not to the point that I'm not sure who I really am. I've allowed myself to be defined by what I am and where I'm from that I don't know who I am. She mentioned once that she hates being judged by her work and family and I'm starting to understand that.
I hope that tomorrow I can make amends with her so that we can talk and learn each other more
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You ache everywhere when you wake up. Your head in pounding and your stomach makes an angry growl. The lights are dim when you open your eyes. You're surrounded by plush pillows and blankets that smell freshly laundered. You suddenly realize that you're in Tao's nest room.
You try to sit up but every fiber of your being is screaming in agony. You groan in pain and wince when you touch your head. Everything starts to slowly come back and the last thing you remember is Tao wrapping you up and carefully laying you down.
A cough forces its way out until you're having a fit. Your throat is on fire, dry and sore. You hear heavy foot fall and suddenly you see Tao. He helps you sit up and brings a cup to your lips. You slowly drink, some of the water not making it into your mouth.
Tao holds you as you catch your breath, the dryness in your throat has subsided but it's still sore. You loll your head till you're looking up at him and whimper a quiet apology. You feel Tao's grip on you tighten before he carefully lays you back down.
"No, it is I who should be sorry. You are injured and exhausted and I had yelled at you, again. I made a horrible accusation and expressed my anger about what had happened when you're already vulnerable and cannot speak. I am ashamed of myself," Tao admits, his voice despondently.
You limply pat his hand, "As long as you're not mad at me or hate me we're good."
Tao takes your hand in his and lightly squeezes it, "I will never hate my friend but I am upset that you put yourself in danger. What were you thinking?"
"I wasn't," you say then cough. "I was running on pure emotions and spite. I-" you cough again and again into another fit. Tao helps you drink once more and tells you that you can talk once you're better.
But you ignore him, needing to get this all off your chest.
"I got into another fight with my grandmother. She was being a class A bitch about some shit and then she brought you into the conversation and I lost it," you explain, clearing your throat afterwards.
"So you ran to the beach in the middle of a storm," Tao asks dryly.
"Like I said, wasn't thinking. I just wanted to get way from her and my feet just took me there. I stayed up in the guard tower where I passed out, emotionally exhausted and when I came to, I decided to make my way to your place," you say, pausing to let Tao help you drink some more water.
"I don't know what happened but the next thing I knew I was bashed in the back of the head! I came to a few times when I was being dragged further from land... I remember getting scrapped up and screaming from the pain. I probably passed out again afterwards. Then you found me. You saved me," you can't help the tears that start coming on then.
As you cry you start to remember being helplessly dragged miles away from shore. Too sore to move and terrified that you might drown or become fish food. You screamed so much your throat became raw. You remember your leg being torn by a rock and being whipped against a buoy so hard your back bruised immediately. Everything hurts and feels sharp and dull all at once. Worst of all, you're starving and your tummy is not being quiet about it.
"What is that sound," Tao asks.
"My stomach... I haven't eaten anything since the day before my grandmother and I fought. So it's protesting and-"
Tao quickly sets you back down and scrambles out of the room. You hear chaos unfold from the kitchen and before you know it he's back with an armful of snacks.
"Please eat these while I go cook you something warm," is all he says before rushing off again.
He's deposited the snacks in front of you, all of them being your usual favorites that you munched on when you hung out here. You always brought them over and never really stored any here. You don't want to think too much into it aside from him practicing to be a good mate to someone else. You'd get your hopes up for no reason otherwise.
You happily tear into a bag of chips and chow down. Three bags of chips later Tao returns with a large bowl of soup. It smells so good your mouth starts watering.
Tao helps you sit up and piles a few pillows behind you. You reach for the bowl only for Tao to move the tray with it on his lap.
"You're shaking too much, I'll feed you," Tao states.
You glare at him for a moment and then at yourself, "Fuck."
"Eat and then I'll take you to the bathroom so you can bathe yourself and clean whatever wounds you can or I couldn't get to," he says, scooping some soup up and bringing it to your lips.
You take a bite, trying not to be awkward in this situation, "What wounds? And I don't even have a change of clothes what would I even wear?"
Tao makes you take a few more bites while he mulls over your question. He's clearly uncomfortable about something an it shows as plain as day.
"Tao, let's not be weird about this. We're both adults buddy," you say after finishing another amazing bite of soup.
"I didn't get to the wounds on your back or thighs since... since touching or getting to either spot would have been highly inappropriate," he answers, looking away from you though.
"Ok, I appreciate the chivalry but what if I had a really really bad injury on either spot of I don't know some weird fish venom you would have had to strip me and I would have been alright with that. I trust you dude and not once have you creeped me out," you tell him.
He finally looks back at you and the whites of his eyes slowly turn black. "I do not feel worthy of such trust my friend, not after what I did."
"Well guess what, you have my trust regardless of loosing your shit and rightfully so! You were scared, I get it. You don't have to keep beating yourself up over it," you reach out and lightly pat his arm.
"Are you certain? I hurt you and yel-"
"I said it's fine, jeeze! Water under the bridge. Forgive and forget. Less sadness, more soup," you pat his arm again and make a face.
Tao chuckles and shakes his head, "How is it that you're torn up and still as talkative as ever."
"My mouth doesn't have an off switch man, I could ta-"
Tao shoves a spoonful of soup into your mouth.
"I do believe I just found the off switch for that mouth of yours," he grins.
You swallow hard and as mad as you feign to be you can't help but to laugh, "Ya got me, feed me good food and I shut right up."
With that Tao feeds you another bite but it's a bit much and some of the broth slides down your chin. Before you have a chance to clean it off, Tao wipes it off with his thumb before cleaning it off with his tongue. Your brain blanks out for a moment and you feel your cheeks heat up.
"I uh think I'm getting full... Don't want to eat too much in one sitting," you try to play it cool but your voice cracks and you want to crawl under a rock and bang your head against a wall.
"Understood, I can save the rest for when you're hungry again. I'll put this up and draw a bath for you," he nods before standing up.
Your stomach sinks when you remember that you have nothing to wear after you get out of the bath.
"Oh uh yeah hey Tao buddy, um I don't have a change of clothes so...," you start, making a few nervous and fiddly gestures with your hands.
Tao stops in his tracks and visibly tenses up, "Right, I uh... I put one of my larger shirts for you to wear in there. Unfortunately that's the only thing I own that would fit you so..."
There's an awkward silence between the both of you that is blessedly broken by a loud roll of thunder that shakes the windows.
"That's fine," you finally squeak.
"Alright," Tao nods.
"Ok then," you pat your knees.
You scream internally and beg the universe to help you not make this day any weirder and wilder than it's already starting out to be.
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About two weeks after he moved in, my new roommate Hunter began leaving his dishes in the sink and not washing them. He would get home late from his gigs and band practice and make a quick dinner. When I woke up in the morning, I usually just did all the dishes. It was annoying, but our schedules didn’t really sync up so I hadn’t talked to him about it yet. But one Sunday I was a little lazy and was just watching TV.
He woke up around noon and came to the kitchen to get some water. Hunter always walked around the house on his boxer briefs before he showered.  I had definitely caught a few glimpses of his morning wood bulge. I heard a small banging noise come from the kitchen, like he shut the cabinet aggressively.  He walked out of the kitchen quickly and straight up to me, standing over me while I sat on the couch. He looked pissed. I started to ask him what was up, when he smacked me hard across the face.
“Why the fuck are the dishes still in the sink?!”
I was so disoriented from getting hit, I just kind of looked at him. His body was all tensed up, and his abs and pecs were popping, biceps tight, hands curled into fists. He punched me hard in the torso, hitting me in the chest as I flinched away.
“Answer me, fag!”
“I… I was gonna do them later,” I spit out quickly. I was shaking. My adrenaline was up.
“No fucking way. Get in there right now!”
I stood up and timidly moved around him, and started to head into the kitchen. “Oh… okay,” I mumbled.
He kicked me right above my ass and pushed me forward through the open door way into the kitchen towards the sink.
“You say ‘yes, sir’ or ‘yes, master.’ Do you fucking understand?”
“Yes, sir,”  I said quickly, scared he was going to hit me again.
“Good. Get in there and listen to me. When I wake up, I expect a clean kitchen. I expect the dishes to be done, I expect the stove and the counters to be clean, and I expect there to be coffee. This is the way it has been since I moved in two weeks ago, so I thought you understood your place.”
I kept my eyes down at the water running in the sink while he went on.
“You do what I say. You give me what I want. I’m in charge of this apartment. I’m in charge of you. Understand?”
I kept my head down and didn’t say anything.  After a second or two he took a step over to me and grabbed my head and pulled it towards his. ”Do you fucking understand, faggot?”
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered.
He shoved my face away, and I started quickly washing the dishes while he stood behind me.
“Don’t ever fucking disrespect me again. I will beat the shit out of you if you do, understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. I’m taking a shower. Go make my bed when you’re done in here. Be finished by the time I’m out of the bathroom.”
And that’s how it started. From that moment on, I was enslaved. Master Hunter set the house rules, and I followed them. He used me however he wanted. Over the course of the next year I paid all the rent. I cooked for him. I did all the cleaning. I paid all the utilities. He got access to my bank account. He took what he wanted.
A few weeks after he claimed me he came home drunk one night. One of my tasks was to wait up for him in case he needed anything when he got home. 
“I gotta piss so bad. Get over here, little worm. I don’t feel like walking all the way to the bathroom.”
I did what I was told. He pushed me down on my knees. Told me to open wide and swallow when he was done. That was the first time I was my master’s urinal.
About a month after that, he started using me as his foot rest while he watched TV. I would spend hours on my knees with his legs on my back.
A week or two later Master Hunter brought home a chick after his show. He took her into his room and fucked her for about an hour. She sounded satisfied. He came out of his room and into the kitchen where I was prepping his dinner for the next day. He was completely naked and rock hard. He had just cum in the girl less than a minute before. He told me to clean off his dick with my tongue. I got on my knees and I obeyed while he stood with his hands on his hips and thrust his cock in and out of my mouth for a minute.
A month after that I woke up with him on top of me. I had been asleep on my stomach and he was pulling down my boxers and holding my head down with his muscular forearm press down on the back of my neck. He forced his way into my ass. He shoved it in and just started pounding. No lube. It hurt like hell but by then I was so broken in. All I could think was “This is how I serve him. This is how I serve him. This is how I serve him.”
I serve him. That is my life. I’m so proud to be his.
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Plaga!Leon only has one thing on his mind... infecting you but he doesnt know how to... just knows that it can be transferred by liquids... just doesnt know which one one so... he tries every liquid a human body can produce... (TW. spit,piss,cum etc.) -this might be the most depraved shit ive ever sent as an anon in tumblr can u give me an anon tag/emoji bc i need to remember to come back to this bc how i got here is a complete mystery to me
WARNING!! This may not be for everyone! This post includes rough themes and is consensual between both ends! Please do not continue to reading if you are uncomfortable with roughness, slapping, spitting, and crying. Thank you <3
Disclaimer! This is an 18+ blog! Please do not interact if you are underaged <3
slightly implied afab reader x Plaga Leon
Warnings (Again): Slight manipulation and tricking, choking, roughness, slapping, hair grabbing and arm pulling, spitting, pushing, Leon hurts reader on purpose, crying, lots of crying. SMUT, it’s filthy. Throat fucking, Harsh use of nicknames, bitch, slut, etc. Reader loved it but probably will never admit to Leon.
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“Come on let me lift you over..”
Poor Leon. Your heart ached seeing your partner lose his energy, and control to his body. You continue to trust him but were so scared how the virus was going to affect him and how long it would take. You stepped up onto his shoulder, his hands holding at your feet as he pushed you up. It was so dark in the room you had climbed into, you reached to your holster to pull your flashlight out so the darkness wouldn’t literally consume you. You clicked the flashlight on just for it to not work, you cursed softly under your breath as you banged it against your hand. Pinching at the bridge of your nose remembering that when you and Leon fell from the mine carts earlier it broke. Your heart almost jumped out of your throat at the sound of Leon screaming, and he’s a grown man, and he always can and has taken care of himself, panic began to rise in you as your hands searched around the room for the lock on the door.
“(Y/N) please!”
Leon yelled with a loud cry of pain, making tears build in your eyes as you threw your entire body weight against the door, the lock breaking causing it to swing open. Leon’s cries had stopped, causing tears to fall from your eyes as you looked around the dimly lit room Leon had just lifted you from.
“Leon?..”
You sniffled as you went to pull your knife from your pocket. They had to have kidnapped him, it would be really hard to kidnap a man Leon’s size but with the things you’ve seen here nothing is necessarily impossible, you went to run out the door the two of you came from before a strong hand grabbed the back of your hair by the fist, holding onto you tightly causing a loud whimper to leave your lips as you were pulled back. Your eyes shifted to the side seeing Leon’s arm, the black smokey veins invading his once soft skin. He was strong, much stronger than you could ever be. He pulled you back flush against his chest, twisting at your hair causing a yelp to leave your lips are you went to swing your fist back into him. He was so scarily quiet, the only noise in the room was your heavy breathing, and small grunts of pain, your shoes tapping against the wood.
Leon’s hand grabbed at your fist, twisting your arm back to rest against the small of your back before he rushed forward, basically throwing you into the wall with him pressed so deeply behind you, his breath trickling down your neck, down your spine.
“I always tell you, trust your intuition, your gut. And to run if you feel like something is wrong.. and look at you, you came running out here after me like the dumb little bitch you are.”
A scream of pain left your lips once more as Leon twisted at your arm more, a tear rolling down your cheek as you moved your face which was now pressed against the wall as you tried to look back at your partner.
“Leon please, I know the real you is in there fight back.. please don’t kill me..”
Your voice cracked as you pleaded with the man holding you against the wall. But all you heard in return was a laugh from Leon, his grip on you getting loose as he groaned, he was coming back, right?? You pushed back against him, getting free from his grip.
You should’ve known it was to good to be true, his hand grabbing at your jaw, slamming you back into the wall. Your vision was swaying for a few seconds before you finally saw him. His eyes blood shot, and his face covered in the dark veins. Your hand weakly reached up, the backs of your fingers caressing at his cheek.
A groan left his lips once again as his head dropped into your shoulder, his hand slipping down to your throat as he stepped in closer to you. He let out a few ragged breaths before he met your stare once again.
“I bet you’ve dreamed of this.”
He choked out, a scream leaving his lips as his hands dropped from your neck to both your forearms. He was trying so hard to fight it, you know Leon didn’t want to hurt you but this wasn’t him. Leon’s head shook, his long hair dripping over his face as he looked up at you with a smirk.
“Dream of me hurting you, huh?”
Leon spat through gritted teeth, his gloved hand coming up and smacking you across the face. The noise echoing the room as you just stared at him, another tear trickling from your eye as he gripped at your throat once more, his other hand coming down on your already red cheek once more.
“Yes, yes…”
You cried, hoping it would make him stop. But it just made a satisfying whimper leave his lips as he leaned his head back, his eyes squeezing shut.
“Open your fucking mouth.”
Leon demanded as he pulled at your jaw, your lips parting as you looked up at him, your eyes so puffy and your right cheek bright red. Leon let out a raspy moan as the fingers that held your jaw pushed into your mouth before he pulled them out and leaned forward. You gasped as he spit in your mouth, tapping at your face as he pushed your jaw shut.
“Swallow it, then fucking thank me for blessing you..”
Leon spoke before he pushed you down to your knees, staring down at you, his pupils were so dilated. Your hands touched at his calves, trying to maybe ground him again as you looked up at him, shuddering as you swallowed the warm spit that trickled down your throat.
“Thank you, Leon.”
You whispered, your voice shaking as you gripped at his pants. Though you really fucking hated to admit it, your thighs pushed together from the aching in your core.
“You’re scared of me..”
Leon whispered, but this sounded like real Leon, you looked up in desperation hoping that you tugging at him worked but were just met with cloudy eyes once again. Leon smirked at you, nodding. It clicked in your head, it was taking over him and he’s attempting to spread it. Leon reached down, brushing the hair from your face as you blinked up at him.
Leons hands moved from your face to his groin, pushing at his belt. His fingers were so shaky as he tugged at the belt. Your hands reached up, brushing over his shaking hands as you unbuckled the belt for him. A satisfied moan leaving his lips. Your fingers quickly worked at unbuttoning his pants. Leon’s eyes rolled as he pushed your hands away.
“You’re to slow. You should be eager to be receive such an amazing gift, why aren’t you more fucking grateful?”
He was basically yelling, your eyes squeezing shut as you nodded. Leon groaned as he shoved his boxers down, his hand wrapping around his length before his other hand reached down smacking at your cheek again.
“Did I say close your eyes? Look at me.”
Leon demanded as he stroked himself. You just sat there, you knees aching from the hardwood floor but who gives a fuck. You were basically drooling at the way Leon’s arm flexed as he got himself off, and the way the lump in his throat bobbed trying to hold back his moans. You didn’t fight him anymore because you wanted this, the sexual tension between you and Leon has been to much for years. The way you’ve caught him looking at you, his eyes are and were always on you.
Your eyes were hooded, so full of lust. Leon’s gaze finally met yours again, he mumbled something under his breath before he yelled out again, grabbing at the wall above you. His hand forming into a fist against the wood before he stood once again, shaking his head, his forehead slightly slick from sweat as his index and pointer finger tapped your lips.
“Open.”
His voice was much deeper, groggy, like he sounds when he just wakes up and calls you almost every morning to talk about anything. Your mouth opened, making a wide smile spread across his face as he leaned forward, his cock pushing past your lips.
You didn’t even have time to blink before his pelvis hit your nose, your eyes filling with tears as you looked up at him. He was so fucking beautiful, a deep moan from his chest leaving his lips as his hips jolted against your mouth. Your hand reached up tapping at his arm, causing an annoyed grunt to leave his lips as he looked down at you. He laughed at you as he pulled himself half way out your mouth before pushing himself back into your throat. Another hearty moan leaving his lips.
You gave up trying to let him know it was to much, tears trickling down your face as he fucked your throat, but it felt so fucking good. Your hand reaching down to press against your panties, your thighs squeezing against your hand as Leons sped slowed.
“I love watching you take my cock, look at you. Such a good fucking bitch. You want it in your veins, huh?”
Leon spoke down to you, his teeth flashing you a quick smile as he watched his cock push past your lips once more. Leon gripped at your hair, his face twisting as hot strings of cum shot down your throat, your eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of his warmth painting your throat. You coughed around him as he pulled his cock from your mouth. You gasped for breath as you coughed once again, his hand grabbing at your neck before he lifted you up.
“What did I tell you? You should’ve swallowed that before I lifted you from the ground..”
Leon growled in your ear as you nodded, swallowing his sweet taste. You knew you’d crave it again, the way it went so smoothly down your throat.
His hands held at your cheeks wiping your tears away, his thumb running over your puffy lips.
“Don’t cry, be glad out of all people I picked you..”
Leon whispered before letting you go, pushing you into the wall as he pulled his pants back up, struggling yet again to tighten his belt. And he barely did it before he let out a yell of pain. Your face scrunched in fear hoping he wasn’t going to die in front of you. He stumbled away from you grabbing at the chair in the middle of the room, before he fell to his knees, his hand grabbing at his chest.
You immediately ran to him, your hand touching at his upper back. You noticed the pattern of his breathing calmed, his head turning.
“Y/N?”
He mumbled before grabbing at the chair to stand. You held at his arm to help him and he allowed you too. His gaze turned to you, the veins on his body still prominent but his eyes softer. Your hands reached up to push the hair from his eyes as you sighed in relief nodding at him.
Leon stared at you with wonder, letting you wipe the sweat away from his face before his hands reached up, his fingers tracing over the red splotching on your cheeks before a smirk appeared on his face, even with the thick veins covering his face you saw the deep red spread across his cheeks.
“I thought I was dreaming..”
Leon couldn’t help but laugh as he looked over at the wall the two of you were at. You smacked his arm, rolling your eyes as you grabbed the knife he threw from your hand. He was aware? He knew what he was doing?
Leon cleared his throat as he waited for you to turn to him. He could tell you were slightly annoyed as you turned back to him.
“If it helps, the only reason I stopped fighting back was because the only thing keeping me sane was the view of my cock in your mouth..”
Leon mumbled, watching your cheeks glow red before you pushed passed him.
“Shut the fuck up, Let’s go.”
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LIST OF THINGS I THINK DIGGER HARKNESS LIKE TO INDULGE IN
WARNINGS: NSFW, hide your eyes minors, holy men don’t read
A/N: Was tired and horny when writing this. Also shout out to @rodolfoparras for putting these thoughts into my head. Also sorry if it’s a little repetitive.
Blood kink - Use your blood, his blood, or someone else’s blood as lube to stretch him open. Smear blood all over him and tell him how pretty he is.
Bondage - Ropes, handcuffs, zip ties, whatever just tie him up and fuck him dumb.
Breath play - Wrap your hand around his neck as you fuck him and only let go when he’s starting to lose consciousness, pinch his nose shut while he’s giving you a blowjob and make almost blackout before fucking his mouth.
Breeding kink - Breed him from dusk to dawn, fill him full of cum, plug him up afterwards, make him go on his day filled with your cum and painfully hard because he can’t get the fact he’s filled with your cum off his mind.
СВТ - Tie him up, step on him, slap him, Christ bite him and this man is cumming the second anything happens. He fucking loves the pain, he survives and thrives off of it.
Degradation - Call him a slut, call him a whore, call him any degrading name you can think of and he will fucking eat it up, getting harder and harder with each word.
Orgasm control - Deny him, overstimulate him, just whatever you do make sure he can only cum on your terms and conditions.
Feminization kink - Call him baby girl or your woman, make him wear women’s clothes, make him wear makeup, get him all pretty then fuck him till his makeup is ruined and his clothes are torn to shreds.
Gun kink - Hold your gun to his head while you fuck him or while he gives you a blowjob. Let a shot out into wall or even someone near you and he’s fucking cum everywhere.
Humiliation - Make fun of his cock, make fun of everything about him, and he will cum hands free.
Impact play - Slap him, spank him, punch him, kick him, and he will get absolutely rock fucking solid. He loves the pains.
Knife kink - Cut him, fuck him with your knife against his throat, carve your initials into him, make him lick his blood off your knife, smear his blood across with your knife.
Manhandling - Throw him around like a fucking rag doll. Pick him up and fuck him against the wall. Even better fuck him mid air.
Marking kink - Digger loves for everyone to know that he’s yours but also yours his. Hickeys, bites, scratches, etc, loves them all to death.
Piss kink - Piss in him, piss on him, he’s in fucking heaven. He’s drinking it up (literally). Make him feel like a fucking pig.
Praise - Tell him how good he is for you. Tell him that he is a good boy. Just praise the absolute shit out of him and make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Public/Semi Public - Diggers really horny for you all the time so he couldn’t care less on location. He loves the risk of being caught and actually being caught.
Scent kink - He obsessed with the way you smell. He wants his face buried in your pits or into your crotch at least 4 hours a day. Steals your clothes and gets off to your smell.
Size kink - This goes with the manhandling. Digger loves that you’re bigger and taller than him. Just you standing next to him got him hot under the collar.
Somnophilia - Man is a heavy sleeper so you can just use him and he wouldn’t even know and that’s so fucking hot to him. He loves when he wakes up and can feel your cum dripping out of him.
Spit kink - Please spit on him, spit in his mouth, spit on his hole, spit on his cock. He fucking loves it makes him feel dirty and hot.
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